You are sex-crazy, Ann Reynolds, she thought to herself. Mad for cock. You can't wait for your own son to begin fucking you!
His two fingers made lewd sucking noises, probing in and out of her cunt-hole. Her legs opened as wide as she could stretch them. Her hips undulated, working on his finger as though it were a hard cock she was fucking.
"Rub your thumb over my clit, honey," she told him. "Aaaaaahhhhh! Oh yes! Yes, yes!"
Ann's soft hands reached down to hold her cuntlips open for him. She put her finger on top of his, guiding it, helping him to press her clit. She slid into her first climax, but he didn't stop for a second!
Her pussy-juice flowed down into the crack of her trembling ass. She felt him shift his hand. Now his wide thumb worked in her cunt. His middle finger, slick with her juice, probed around her tingling asshole!
Ann lifted up a bit, wanting to feel him fingerfuck her asshole. He had a bowling-ball grip on her snatch and her asshole, working his fingers inside her, driving her insane with lust.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Ooooooooh. Aaaaaawwwww!" Her hips snapped back and forth, driving his fingers far up into her hot holes. Her tits jiggled as her hands went down to the car seat to help push her body toward his maddening fingers.
"Bob! Bob, you've got to fuck me. I have to feel your cock in me! Please! Let me lie down on the seat. Get your pants off! No one can see in here!"
Bob stared at his mother's body. Her dress, rolled and bunched over her flat stomach, made her look excitingly beautiful. His pants hit the floor of the car. Ann slid down, her head resting on the arm rest. She shifted her hot ass over toward the dashboard, and held out her arms.
"Put your cock in your mother's hot cunt, Bob. Fuck me! Oh, Jesus! Fuck the hell out of me!"
He moved up over her. His arms slid under her trembling body. Her tits speared their hard tips into his chest. Unguided, his jerking cock found the entrance to her slick cunt!
Ann bit her lip to keep from screaming for joy when she felt her son's rigid cock penetrating her hot cunt. He moved into her. In. In. In! God in heaven! He was so long! So thick! So damn hard! She felt his big cock pressing against the very bottom of her pussy-hole.
They lay almost motionless, thrilling to the wild sensations that his dick and her cunt were sending rippling through their bodies. Ann's eyes glazed over with cock-lust! His huge prick made her want to climax, over and over again – and he wasn't even moving in her!
Bob's balls began to ache. His cock twitched in his mother's grasping pussy. He was almost afraid to slide his cock in and out. Afraid he would come. She seemed almost as tight to him as his sister had felt when he fucked her on the grassy banks of the lake!
"I'm coming!" Ann suddenly gasped. "I'm coming already. And you've hardly fucked me at all!" Her arms tightened like steel bands around her son's body. Her orgasm swept through her like a forest fire. It consumed her. But she immediately began working for her third climax.
Feeling her coming under him triggered Bob's fucking impulses. His hips began to rise and fall, drilling his long cock into his mother's pussy. They shifted around on the seat, adjusting their positions so he could sink his cock all the way in and draw it out until just the very end of his cock held her pussy-lips open. He stroked slowly. Deeply. Thrillingly.
Ann began to mumble. Incoherent words. Tiny murmurs of pleasure. Her nails raked his back, tugging his t-shirt up, branding him with red tracks of lust. He didn't even feel her nails gouging his flesh. His throbbing cock commanded all his attention. God, but it was terrific to screw his mother! Bunny had been hot and enthusiastic, but she had yet to learn how to handle a hard cock in her cunt. To Bob, fucking his mother was the wildest, horniest experience he had ever had in all his life!
Page one. We're still on page one of the sex manual, Ann thought, her brain on fire. The old missionary position. Still the best. God, it's the best. I'll never let him go. I don't want a man of my own. No more husbands. Just my son. My wonderful, hard-fucking son!
Now her son was speeding up. His aching balls screamed for relief from their heavy load of cum.
"Take that, fucker!" he exploded. "Squeeze my cock! Fuck it, Mom!? Fuck it! Fuck it!"
She responded with every muscle in her body. The car began to bounce up and down as he drove his cock in and out of her. Ann had one quick climax after another, writhing and gasping under her son.
"Screw me! Screw me, Mom. Fuck my cock clear off me. You hear? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
His hands gripped her waist. He got up on his knees between her upraised legs. He bent over her, driving his rod to the very bottom of her hot cunt with every stroke.
"I can't come! It won't go off! I'm too fucking hot to come!"
Ann's nails dragged across his plunging asscheeks. "You'll make it, honey. Don't think about coming. Just fuck me. Don't stop fucking me!"
Sweat dripped from his body. Her tits bounced up and down. Her clit was wiped out from the thrilling friction of his hard cock rubbing over it. Her cunt flowed like a broken fountain!
"Too wet. You're too wet, Mom. I'm slipping too easily. Can't get a grip. Can't come."
He jerked his slick cock out of her hole. He fumbled for his pants and started to wipe her pussy-juice off his cock with his handkerchief.
"No!"
Ann's sharp cry stopped his hand. His cock was slick. Her asshole was drenched. She wanted to feel his immense dick ramming into her tight ass! Ann had let Fred bang her ass a few times when she was extra-hot. It was something special she liked to reserve for the more frantic fucking sessions. Now she could think of nothing she wanted more!
She pushed him back. On her hands and knees, she waggled her smooth ass at him and cooed, "Put your cock up my ass, honey. Fuck your mother's asshole!"
"Christ! You mean it?"
"Yes! Just take it easy. At first."
He hesitated. God! This was something! She was begging him to fuck her like a wild dog! Did she mean it? Had he heard right?
"You really want me to fuck you in the ass, Mom?"
"Yes! Oh! Do it!"
He looked down at the soft curves of her ass. His hands spread her. There it was! A dark little dot, in the gloom of the car. Her asshole! Waiting. He moved closer to her.
Ann felt his wide cock-head pressing against her tight muscle. Oooooh, what delicious pressure! He was moving into her ass. Now she had all of the head of his twitching cock inside her. Her asshole kept clamping down. She bent over, clenching her fists.
"Push!" she screamed. "Sink that tool in me! Fuck my ass!"
Bob groaned. He felt he was all cock. Just one huge fucking cock. Sticking up his mother's ass. With two agonizingly full balls banging against her hot flesh!
He lunged into her. Holy shit! She was taking every inch of him! He was fucking his mother up her ass! And it felt like nothing he had ever felt in all his life!
"Stroke. Stroke. Push harder. Ease it out. Now jam it back in again." Ann's harsh voice rasped her commands. "Uh! Oh, yes! So good! So good to be fucked this way. I hope – no! No, Bob!"
She felt his tool grow red-hot. With no warning at all, it began to spurt hot jets of cum! Ann howled like a bitch in heat, fucking back, straining to come with her son.
"Make it, Mom! Come with me. Jesus! It hurts to shoot so fucking hard!"
So soon, it was all over. So it seemed. They had fucked their way through a double-feature, but Bob's one and only come wiped him out. But the night was still young!
CHAPTER NINE
To Ann's surprise, when she and Bob got home from the drive-in she was, really bushed. Ready to turn in and sleep. The emotional drain of their wild fucking on the front seat of the Cadillac had temporarily quenched the fires within her. She kissed her son and patted his ass. The bed felt mighty good under her sore asshole. Just before she fell asleep, she wondered why the attic lights were on. She'd seen the glow from the tiny window at the top of the house when they walked back from the garage.