He kissed her again and again, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tangling with hers, reaching for the back of her throat. His chest mashed her tits flat, and his hands cupped her ass and lifted her high in the water.
"God, you're the most exciting mom a guy could ever want to have!" he cried;
He wrapped her thighs around his waist and pushed her down, still holding her by her ass. She knew what was coming. But it was so hard-so terribly hard and incredibly stiff.
His prick shot into her pussy. Her cunt was spread wide open because of her straddling position. She felt water and prick enter her silken hole, and a bubble of air zigzagged up between their bodies and popped, bringing the aroma of her hot pussy with it.
"Ohhhh, Roger, I'm sorry," she gasped, clinging to his neck, hiding her face in the hollow of it "I didn't mean to do that. I couldn't stop it. The long drive down here, and then-you made me come so terribly hard I..
"Mom! Mom, your pussy! God, make it suck at my prick again! Make my cock squirt up in you!"
She tightened her thighs about his waist and dug her heel into the crack of his ass. His legs spread to balance them in the water. She tried to move up and down, but the water slowed her motions. She sucked with the smooth muscles of her pussy and felt his prick reach for the back of her cunt and dance there.
"Yaaaaagh!" he growled lightly. "Here it comes! I'm gonna pin up your pussy, Mom! White sticky Jesus, I'm coming!"
His cock bucked and swelled inside her split pussy. It trembled and throbbed and spewed forth his load of sperm, filling her cunt completely, pressuring out through the root-stuffed lips.
Strings of cum floated lazily up between them, and still he kept pouring his cum into her belly. And she kept drinking it in with her pussy, drawing it from his balls, letting her hot, trembling cunt overflow with the volume of it.
He staggered. They would have gone over sideways if they hadn't been supported by the water. He gasped heavily, his chest heaving against hers. Then he looked at her with sleepy eyes and grinned.
"What a mother," he said tenderly.
She laughed. Her blue eyes danced. She shook her butt against his middle, feeling giddy and young and light. "What a mother-fucker," she giggled.
She twirled away from him and began swimming, goading him into chasing her again. She thought about what she'd said, what they'd done again.
She should have felt guilty and base, but she didn't. She felt free. The times before, back at the big house in Miami, Paul's presence had been there. No matter where she had gone in the house to open her legs to her son and let him fuck her, her husband's heavy presence had been there.
It wasn't here. It wasn't a part of this place any more than she had been a part of it.
Could that have been the reason he hadn't shared it with her? Because he knew it wasn't his, wasn't theirs, wasn't something for them to share? If so, why wasn't it? Whose personality was built into the walls, reflected by the sweeping designs, nurtured in the abundance of planters? Who was it that gleamed with blue-white hardness from the chrome and glass?
She stopped swimming.. Roger wasn't chasing bet He'd hauled himself from the pool and was sitting on the edge, his wet shorts dripping from his hands.
She watched him get up and step into them. They were transparent and clung to his ass and hips. He left wet footprints as he trailed away from the pool and headed up a flight of outside stairs towards the balcony and the row of rooms looking at the ocean with blank glassy eyes.
"Roger?" she called after him.
"Gonna look around, Mom," he called back. He grinned feebly. He looked debauched.
She hugged herself in the cool water and shivered slightly, flushing with shame at the same time. Was it possible the old lady was too hot for the young boy to handle?
She smiled to herself and giggled and squeezed her hand round her cunt to contain the fiery tingling there.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'Hey, come up and take a look at what I found!"
Vera had been floating on her back, enjoying the warmth of the sun against her bare tits, the coolness of the water surrounding her rump and pulsing erotically between her thighs.
She stood upright and searched the balcony area and saw him leaning over the iron railing. He waved her forward.
"Come on-you won't believe it!" He called again.
Vera waded towards the shallow end of the pool. She went under water to pick up her dress and panties. She heaved the soggy dress onto the cement siding with a splat and spread it in the sun, where it would dry quickly.
She stepped into her panties and saw that the wet nylon was totally transparent, no more than a lemony coloration to her hips and butt. It sank into the crack of her ass and into the gap between her pussylips and was like no covering at all.
She mounted the stairs. Roger hadn't waited for her. She found the open door to the room and looked inside. He was lying on a bed, bouncing up and down on it. His hips bucked and thrust into the air, and his cock bulged inside his damp shorts.
Vera stood and watched him. She gazed about the room with utter disbelief. This wasn't one of Paul's motels. There was absolutely nothing about it that was him-least of all in the bed her son was bouncing and jiggling on.
"A waterbed, Mom!" he cried happily, setting it and his body into erotic motion.
After a long moment, Vera took note of the rest of the room. There were two wide chairs that looked big enough to hold a snuggling couple in them. There was a small desk, a low dresser, and a large TV mounted oddly high at the foot of the jiggling bed. It was a frame that permitted it to be turned and viewed from nearly anywhere in the room, but most advantageously from the bed. The control and was even on one of the nightstands on either side of the bed.
Roger reached out and took her hand, pulling her onto the bed with him. She tried to remain erect but went over on her face, and her tits burrowed into the giving softness and were massaged by the moving water inside the bed.
"Man, this is something else, isn't it, Mom? Feel the way it cups your butt and everything all over? Feel the way it tosses you around and makes you fuck the whole damn world! Ya-ha!" he cried, bouncing wildly, making her toss helplessly.
"Roger, stop!" she laughed.
"Hey, pretty lady-look at you there!" he grinned, gazing at her with that hungry look again. "'Mmmm, just look at the way your tits shake and your pussy moves up and down. Mom-we gotta! God, come here, you beautiful wench, and let us sport together on the sportiest bed I've ever seen!"
He came towards her, reaching out. Vera giggled and swooped high with his movements, everything tipsy and jiggling and heaving. Her butt sank into the form-fitting water, and her tits bobbed on her chest.
Her whole body was twisted and shoved and massaged into odd, erotic positions. She couldn't get away from him if she'd wanted to. There was no stability. But she saw the rod like erection trying to rip through his briefs, and she didn't want to go.
"Ohhhh, darling-I feel so wanton!" she cried softly.
"Me, too, Mom. I'm wantin' you;" he punned. He roiled onto his back, his legs wavering in all directions, and stripped his briefs from his butt, pushing them off his feet and tossing them recklessly aside.
He reached for her body again, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her close, pinning her down. If you could call it being pinned down.
The bed heaved under her back. Her head didn't move the way it should have. Her butt and hips were uncontrollable. She felt like the rubber lady in the circus, totally boneless.
She could do little more than laugh gleefully as she was tossed around. and felt her wet panties being rolled over her hips. She did her best to lift her ass from the bed so that he could get them over her hips.