Now he gripped her hips and thrust his ass up off the bed. His cock shot inside her and his confidence returned. "It's getting hard, Mom," he said.
"Oh, baby, I know," she breathed, bouncing up and down.
Jimmy thrust upward again and again, sinking his entire prick into her pussy. She threw her head back and laughed. Gotcha, she thought. Oh, baby, I gotcha.
"Jesus, Mom, you're as tight as a virgin," he said.
She leaned forward and dropped one of her tits into his mouth. "Suck, honey."
He sucked and she fucked. Jimmy was confident of controlling his climax. He held back easily, enjoying the way his mother was wiggling around.
At one point he thrust his prick balls-deep into her snatch. He left it there a few moments and they both enjoyed the throbbing sensations. His cock expanded and contracted and quite unexpectedly exploded.
"Oh, Jesus!" he muttered as his come squirted into her gash.
Judy rubbed her clit against his cock-bone until she came. Afterward she collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.
"Oh, Jimmy, you don't know how I needed that."
"It was great, Mom."
She sat up, leaning on her elbow and toying with his chest-hair. "Can we do it again?"
Jimmy's lower lip quivered. "I'll try."
"We'll both try." She climbed between his legs and hungrily sucked his cock into her mouth.
She held his cock with one hand and jerked him off while she sucked the knob. When it began to harden, she slid her lips down to the root and nuzzled her nose against his cock-bush.
When it was hard again, she knelt on her hands and knees. "Fuck me in the ass, Son," she said.
Jimmy froze. "Are you kidding?"
She pulled her ass-cheeks apart and wiggled her butt. "No. Dick my ass when I tell you to."
With a groan of surrender the boy crouched behind her and pushed his cockhead against her shitter. She craned her neck to gaze back at him. Their eyes met and he hesitated.
"Are you sure you want this, Mom?"
"Yes!"
He pushed the tip of his dick into her stretching asshole. She took a deep breath and remained motionless, but again he stopped.
"Won't it hurt?" he said.
"No, just do it!" she said impatiently.
And he did. He howled as he rammed his prick into her bung. An incredible blast of pleasure engulfed her. Reaching underneath, she grabbed his balls and held them against her wide-open cunt.
"I'm coming, Son!" she shrieked. "Fuck my asshole!"
"Hey, hon, wake up," Bob said, tugging at her arm. "You're having a bad dream."
Sitting up abruptly, Judy's heart pounded. She was naked and soaked with perspiration. She looked around and saw she was in her own bed. She glanced at the clock. It was two o'clock in the morning and Bob had just arrived home.
She lay back and tried hiding her anguish. It was all a dream. Jimmy was probably sound asleep and she had dreamed about the lovely ass-fuck.
She heard Bob brushing his teeth in the bathroom. "Why were you so late?" she called out.
"The whole office had to work late, hon. You know how the boss is."
She turned over onto her belly and hugged the pillow. Bastard, she thought. Why'd you have to spoil a good dream?
But she knew in her heart that it had not been a dream.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Maggie Rider finished combing her long, red hair and stood back from the mirror. Not bad for an old bag, she thought. She examined her throat. No one would guess she had a son Bob's age. She didn't look a day over forty and she knew it.
Pam had left for work. Maggie had just showered and dropped the towel on the floor. Poor Pam. So shy and withdrawn. Only able to attract a jerk like Chuck. Poor child.
Still naked, her generous tits spilling down, Maggie dabbed perfume between her thighs and over her thick bush. Even though she pretended to mourn her dead husband she didn't really miss him. She had more men than she knew what to do with.
Except that today she had no plans and she was horny. Pity, she thought, pausing for a moment in front of the mirror.
Slowly, she turned around and gazed at her ass. It was a bit big and not as high as it once had been. But her waist was small and her belly flat. Well, almost flat. And her tits didn't sag much. Judy's sagged more.
She knew her daughter-in-law hated her. She didn't care. Bob adored her. Men loved their mothers no matter what. Judy could go fuck herself.
My body is stiff irresistible, she thought, rummaging in the drawer for a pair of black bikinis and a matching bra. Then, on an impulse, she tossed them onto a chair and climbed back into bed.
She pressed her fingers against her pussy. She moaned softly as the pressure began on her clit. The little organ began stiffening immediately. What I wouldn't do for a good cock right about now, she thought.
Too bad Roger's away. Mmmmmm, that feels good. A cock would feel better, but a finger's better than nothing.
She moved her finger in a circular motion around her clit. Her pussy became wetter. Some of her friends complained of dry-cunt, but not Maggie. She was as wet as a young girl. Well, almost as wet.
Now her nipples began tingling and swelling. She touched one. Just when she needed a man there was no one around. She pulled her nipples. She was a horny broad, there was no doubt about that.
Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on Pam, she thought as she fingered herself. Maybe I ought to encourage her to get out more.
As she fingered her cunt and toyed with her tits, she thought about her daughter with a rush of guilt. Did Pam think she was a hypocrite? Did the whole family think she was strange?
She thought about her son and felt a wild pulsation in her cunt. She wondered if Bob was a good fuck. He and Judy had been married so long their sex life was probably rotten. Poor guy. He had to scrounge around for cooze just because he was married to a little bitch. If I could only get my hands on him for an hour I'd show him what a real woman is.
She took one nipple in her fingers and twisted it around. Her clit throbbed with need. She thought maybe she was competing with her daughter-in-law for her son's affections. If it was true, she didn't care. The hell with it.
After one minor orgasm she jumped off the bed and slipped into her bikinis and bra. Her bra was lacy and low-cut. Her tits bulged out. Any normal man who caught a glimpse of her cleavage would get a hard-on.
Wrapping herself in a silk robe, she went downstairs to the kitchen for coffee. Pam had left some warming on the stove. She poured a cup, thought with a surge of guilt about her daughter, and glanced out the window.
Just then the doorbell rang. My, I wonder who that is? she thought, going to the door.
When she gazed out the window, she saw it was Bob. Then she remembered she'd asked him to stop by and fix the drain in her sink.
"Hello, darling," she trilled. "You've come to fix my plumbing, haven't you?"
Bob kissed her dutifully and stepped inside. Actually he had come over to discuss Pam, but when he caught sight of his mother's outfit he flushed like a teenager.
"Yes, but I want to talk to you too, Ma," he said. He tried averting his eyes. "Jesus, Ma, why don't you go put something on?"
Maggie blushed prettily and pulled her robe more tightly around her. Her tits still spilled over and she gave up.
"Don't make me feel shy, darling," she said. "I'm your mother. You used to suck these milkers and don't you forget it."
She handed him the tool kit. He grinned as he took it from her hand. Maggie sipped her coffee as he went to work on the sink.
"You're pretty distracting, Ma," he said, one eye on the sink and the other on her tits.
"Oh, go on," she giggled, but when her robe fell away from her knee and showed her thigh she didn't adjust it.