"Stop torturing me," Dawn said, extending her tongue, but failing to reach his prick.
"Now I'll fuck you, bride."
Alan watched with envy as Ronnie slowly eased his big cock into Dawn's cunt. His cock was a big one, all right. It looked to be over seven inches.
And, to judge from Dawn's reaction, Ronnie knew what to do with his prick. She was wriggling around a lot and moaning. And she only had half of Ronnie's prick in her cunt. Maybe not even that much.
When Ronnie thrust the rest of his prick into her gulch, Dawn visibly trembled. She squirmed her ass and locked her legs around his back.
"You've got such a sweet cunt," Ronnie said, nuzzling her big tits.
"Honey, I love the way you fuck me."
Alan watched Ronnie slam his prick into Dawn's raunchy pussy. Ronnie's cock disappeared momentarily, only to reappear, slick with Dawn's cunt-oil.
He fucked her faster now. So fast his balls slapped her ass with every wild thrust.
Alan could tell when Dawn came. She always yelled a certain way. She raked her fingernails down Ronnie's arms and squealed softly.
Alan's cock exploded then and his hand became wet and sticky with jism. The couple on the bed didn't hear his groans.
They were too busy fucking each other.
When Alan opened his eyes, they were still fucking. Only now Ronnie was fucking into Dawn so fast his ass was nothing but a blur.
Dawn clutched Ronnie's ass to slow him down. "You fuck me so damn good," she said.
Ronnie kissed her. "I'm gonna make it last. How's this?"
"Great. I love it."
While they kissed, Alan returned to his bedroom. He stripped his pajamas off and lay down on the bed naked. He was sweaty and warm and shaking all over.
Thinking about his brother-in-law fucking his prick into Dawn's cunt made Alan horny again. He began jerking off as he thought about the newlyweds.
He remembered the last time he fucked Dawn and how she had yelled at him not to stop. Those days were over now. Dawn was married and her actor-husband would keep her busy and cocksatisfied.
Alan turned onto his side and continued jerking off. He didn't know what he was going to do for cunt. He needed it all the time and now that Dawn was married he'd have to go out and search for it.
Unless… The youngster's cock tilted upward and stiffened considerably when he thought about his mother. Unless Mom'll take care of me, he thought. I wonder. Man, oh, man, I wonder if she would…
Chapter 3
Helen couldn't speak. Her eyes were drawn to Alan's cock.
His prick looked rock-hard and he was touching it. His eyes looked glazed as he stared at her naked, just-showered body.
"What are you doing in my room?" she said.
The boy didn't answer. He stared at her big pink nipples and the dark fleece between her legs. Her pussy looked juicy. He couldn't see it, but he knew her juices were flowing, moistening her pussy-folds.
"I want to talk to you, Mom," he croaked.
Helen had just gotten out of the shower. Thinking she was home alone, she had scampered back to her bedroom naked, only to find Alan there bare-assed and big cocked.
"What the hell's gotten into you?" she said, staring hotly at his cock.
"I want to fuck you, Mom." Alan's voice was soft and frightened, but his eyes blazed.
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"Yeah, I do."
"I'm your mother." Helen reached for a robe.
"Don't do that."
Alan's voice was so commanding, Helen dropped her robe. "I guess it doesn't matter now," she said. "You've already see me undressed. "
"Mom?"
There was something in his eyes that Helen had never seen before. He looked so horny and sweet. And she needed a good hard fucking. What did it really matter that he was her son? What mattered was that they needed each other.
"What, darling?" she said.
Alan licked his lips. "Will you let me?" His voice was a husky whisper.
Helen held her hand out. "Come here."
Alan moved toward her. "You're not mad?" Helen took his hand and squeezed it. "No, darling, I'm not mad."
"Will you let me? Huh? Will you?"
"If you need it that badly."
"I do. I'm horny as hell."
"Me too." The oversexed mother giggled. "I guess maybe it runs in the family."
"I hear Dawn and Ronnie going at it every night."
"Me too. To tell you the truth it keeps me up."
"How about Dad?"
"I don't know. He pretends he's sleeping."
"Mom?"
"What?"
"You're so beautiful. You look like a kid yourself."
Helen was thrilled. She knew Alan wasn't exaggerating. It wasn't every woman who still had the body of a teenager.
"Thanks, darling, but you don't have to say that."
Alan's jaw set. "I know that. But it's true. You're beautiful. And you know what? I want to touch you all over. Kiss you, too. I want to play with your pussy and make you happy.
Will you let me do that, Mom?"
Helen couldn't believe her ears. Her own boy was telling her he wanted to bring her off. It was hard to believe, but that's what he was saying. He wanted to eat her. What a surprise!
She held her arms out. "Kiss me, Son. Come here and touch me. Yes, touch my pussy. You have a nice touch, honey. A wonderful touch."
His lips pressed to hers, Alan ran his hands over her body and between her legs. He searched around her cunt-folds and found her clit.
"You certainly know what you're doing," Helen breathed against his lips. "You've got me trembling like a leaf. Can you feel my heart thumping?"
The boy placed his hand over her left tit. "Yeah, I feel it."
Suddenly Helen realized how much she wanted him to fuck her. How much she'd always wanted him to fuck her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and french-kissed him. She wormed her tongue around his mouth and bit his lips.
"Oh, baby, I want you so bad."
"Come here, Mom. Sit down and hold my cock. Don't you want to hold it?"
"Yes, of course I do."
"It's bigger than it used to be when I was little. I remember how you used to hold it when I was little."
"You do? Those were some of my happiest times."
"Yeah, mine too."
"It's so big and hard now. Come, darling. Lie down with me.
Lie down on top of me and let me feel your big prick on my belly."
The jism oozing from his pisser wet her belly. His cock poked into her flesh. She loved every sensation. She reached down and took his teenage dork in her fist. She reveled in the groans coming from Alan's throat.
She reached for his come-swollen ball-bag. She fondled the balls inside and felt them slip around their hairy enclosure.
Mother and son kissed continually. Their hands were everywhere, probing and fondling and teasing. Helen could feel herself climbing to the brink of ecstasy. She wanted to stop and wait. She wanted to climax with her boy. Her son.
Pussy seething, she jerked his cock. She wanted to bring him off while she came. First with her hand. Later with her mouth. Still later with her ultimate gift. Her pussy.
Suddenly Alan stopped her. "Let's fuck, Mom."
His words had a strange effect on Helen. She flopped onto her back with her legs wide open. "Yes!" she hissed. "Yes, I want your cock inside me. Fill me up with your hot jism, honey.
Fill me up."
Alan gazed down at her with a horny grin. He quickly straddled her, fitting his body to hers and poking his prick around her twat.
"Keep kissing me," she said, bringing his face down and plunging her tongue into his mouth. On an impulse, she pushed him down on his back and hovered over him. "Let Mother kiss you all over," she said, trailing her tongue and lips down his throat and over his tiny nipples.
"Jesus, Mom, are you going to blow me?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. If not now then later. I want to do everything with you. For you."
"Me too. Jesus, you're licking my cockbush."
"I know. And it tastes so good."
Helen lapped her tongue over his thicket and flicked it over his navel. She licked his belly wildly and peppered his chest with hot kisses.