For an inexperienced man, Jerry was doing a great job. He used his ass and pelvic muscles, causing his prick to bounce inside his mother. He could feel his balls lifting in their sac and climbing up, hardening and tightening. He wanted desperately to rise up and fuck in and out as hard as he could. His hips quivered under the strain. "Oh, Mom, I can't stand it! I gotta move!" he groaned.
"Just a little more, son, try to relax," Barbara grated through clenched teeth, trying to follow her own advice. But it was too late. Jerry's hips suddenly shook and ground into her, pulling and shoving with age-old motions of intercourse. She sighed and moved with him, letting herself be carried off, her orgasm breaking over her in a whirl of feeling. "That's okay. Fuck me harder now, son, give it to your mother," she called encouragingly.
Jerry pounded into her. He had wanted to finish the other way, but he couldn't. He just couldn't stand it! The tide of lust swept over him, forcing his hips to plow into his mother's cunt desperately. "I'm gonna cum. I waited so long, I can't help it. Hold me, Mom. I'm fucking you…"
Barbara held her son tight, her body churning under his, ready to receive his second cum without withdrawing. He had mad a valient effort to do the muscle fuck, and she would reward him by giving him a good cum! She reached behind him, bypassing his sweaty balls, and probed for his asshole — finding it, she pressed through the opening and buried her finger in him. As she sank her digit into his buttery ass, she felt his prick spasm and burst inside her, splattering her cunt walls with hot thick sperm.
"Aaaggghhh! Fuck! I'm cumming! Hold me, momma!" Jerry screamed.
Mother and son convulsed in each other's arms, holding each other for dear life, cunt and cock cumming in perfect unison. Finally they fell apart, Jerry's cock slipping from Barbara's cunt.
"I tried, Mom," he said weakly, laughing a little. "I guess those Hindus practice a lot."
"I guess they do," Barbara answered fondly, stroking her son's head.
"We'll have to practice, too," he said boldly, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "Whenever I'm home from school…"
Barbara accepted the inevitable. "Yes, we'll practice," she whispered. She wasn't going to tell him again what a dreadful sin this was. She would bear the load of guilt herself. She had brought this incestuous affair on herself, and she alone would pay the consequences, she resolved. What was she going to do while Jerry was away at school, she had no idea. She didn't want to go on as she had, seducing every young man she could get her hands on. She sighed, putting it from her mind. Something would happen and solve her problem.
Jerry looked at his mother. She was lying back, relaxed, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. He ran his hand over her tits lovingly. They were soft now, their turgid nipples slowly subsiding into the twin brown areolas. She smiled back at him as his hand caressed her sweat-slick flesh.
"It was great, Mom, I never knew how wonderful it could be," he admitted. "I think I understand it now. You just can't help yourself, can you? And I guess just one guy isn't enough for you." He looked at her longingly, wishing he alone could satisfy her hunger, but knowing he couldn't.
"No, I guess not," Barbara admitted. It was a big admission for her, and contrary to everything she had previously believed. Everyday morality dictated that one man should be sufficient for one woman, and, until the last few days, she had believed it. But now she wasn't too sure that society was right. Hadn't her actions proved that she needed almost constant sex? And what one man could satisfy that?
"I bet you could go again easy," Jerry continued. "If you want, well, would you like me to get Steve in here? Maybe the two of us could keep you happy, for a while at least." He frowned, wishing he didn't have to go back to school.
Barbara's heart leaped. She couldn't believe her son was suggesting this solution. "You wouldn't mind?" she breathed, her body already tingling at the thought of taking on the two men. Why, they can fuck me in the ass and cunt at the same time, she thought. She had wanted to try that since this afternoon, when Skip and Buddy had used the bottle on her empty orifice. Imagine what two cocks could do. She shuddered.
"Well, I do mind in a way," Jerry admitted. "But," he got a mental picture of he and his friend plowing simultaneously into his mother's trembling body, "anything for you. I wouldn't be jealous — I know you need it!" He grinned at her, not admitting even to himself that his prime motive was a selfish desire.
"Oh, Jerry darling, I love you! You're so understanding. Go get your friend," Barbara said excitedly. "I'd love to have you both. Of course you'll always be first," she added comfortingly as a shadow of doubt crossed her son's face.
"Okay, Mom," Jerry said, jumping off the bed, stark naked. "Just a second. I'll get him!" He walked out of the room.
Barbara lay back on the bed, scarcely about to breathe for excitement. Both of them at once, doing what I want. God! she mused, her mind full of lascivious pictures. She hugged herself in anticipation, rocking back and forth on the bed.
Chapter Nine
Steve slipped through the door and looked at Barbara hesitantly. He had been sitting in his room, wondering if he should pack and get a bus or call his parents, but he didn't know what reason he could give for leaving a day early. It would hardly do to tell them Jerry had caught him fucking his mother and kicked him out. He was in a mess! The only bright spot was his recollection of screwing Mrs. Anderson, and he had a feeling that that made up for it all! Jerry had been gone for a long time. He hoped he wasn't being too hard on his mother. She was really a nice lady! He couldn't believe she had been nice enough to initiate him into sex. He'd always remember her with gratitude as well as desire. He sighed. If only Jerry hadn't come in on them, there was a lot of other stuff he would have liked to try with her!
When Jerry had come into his room, he had cowered back, fearful that his friend was still mad. But Jerry had grinned at him and motioned him to get up.
"Steve? Why don't you go in and see Mom again? She'd really like you to."
Steve looked at his friend in consternation. Jerry's eyes were shining with a hot light and his face was flushed. And he was nude. Steve wondered what was going on. He wasn't to be left in doubt long for his friend urged him to follow.
"I'm gonna take a piss. You just go on in — she's ready for you. I'll be in in a minute!" Jerry left him at the door to Barbara's room and disappeared into the bathroom.
Steve followed him with his eyes. His mind boggled. If what he said was true, Jerry was telling him to go back in and screw his Mom and he'd join them. Steve cautiously opened the door, expecting Jerry to return at any moment and drag him out boldly.
"Uh, Jerry sent me, Mrs. Anderson," he stuttered, his eyes going over the reclining figure on the bed. She was still dressed as she had been before, in garter belt and hose. She just looked a trifle more disheveled. Her lips were bright red and wet as she smiled at him, and he saw the stains of semen on her auburn bush. So Jerry screwed her, too, he mused, his prick stirring at the thought.
"Come here, dear," Barbara crooned, raising her arms. "Jerry and I had a long talk, and we decided to include you in our understanding. We're going to have a lot of fun together!"
"You bet!" Steve exclaimed, his eyes glowing. "Wow! This is unreal!" He sat on the edge of the bed gingerly and reached out to touch her swollen boobs. "Jerry said he'd be here in a minute, for us to go ahead," he said. "Would you like me to lick your pussy for a while? I really liked the way it tasted before!"