"Aaaahhhh-goddd!" she rasped, suddenly stopping all motion and holding him into her rectum right up to his balls. "No, no, Kenny! Leave it… right where… it isss!!"
Whereas Frank's big dick had hurt her when he forced sodomy upon her, her son's smaller organ felt marvelous in the tightness of her appreciatively quivering butthole. All at once the solution to her problem dawned on her as if a light bulb had been switched on in her head.
"Do you like mother's ass, darling?" she cooed. "Does it feel as good as her cunt?"
"Oh, boy, yeah!" he breathed, nodding. "It feels even better, Mama! It's so hot and tight!"
"Do you want to finish fucking me in it?" she asked hopefully, and when he nodded eagerly, the said, "All right, but let me up for a minute first! I want to get something in the kitchen!"
Kenny couldn't understand how his mother could think of food at a time like this, but he didn't give her any argument. At last she was letting him fuck her and, man, was it great!
Eating was the farthest thing from Marge's mind, however, as she climbed off the sofa bed and trotted bare-assed into the kitchenette, her womanly buttocks bouncing and her little-girl titties jiggling. That morning Mrs. Nelson had given her an assortment of fresh vegetables from her fall garden, which Marge had washed but hadn't as yet put into the refrigerator. She switched on the light and selected from the counter a cucumber about eight inches long and slightly thicker than her wrist. Leaving the light on – it didn't shine directly on the bed but provided sufficient illumination for her and Kenny to see what they were doing – she padded back into the combination bedroom-living room carrying the cucumber in her right hand.
"What's this for?" Kenny asked when his mother handed him the long, dark-green vegetable.
"You'll soon see," she told him as she lay down in the middle of their bed and drew up her knees with her legs spread wide apart. "I don't know if it'll work, but it ought to. I had a girlfriend once – never mind that, just see if you can push the cucumber up into my pussy, Son!"
Her twat was a shimmering, brownish target surrounded by tight curls of sex-wetted pubic hair. With her muscles relaxed, it yawned open to reveal the glistening red folds of her cuntal vestibule and the crimson ring of her lesser lips which formed the opening of her vagina itself.
Remembering the dildo, Kenny got the idea without further explanation and grinned his approval. At his mother's direction, he placed the smaller, more smoothly rounded end of the cucumber into her furry slot and began inserting it with palm pressure applied to the larger, flatter end.
Her soft, blood-engorged labia majora were coated with a slippery film of the natural, feminine lubricant oozing down from her secreting inner sheath. Since they'd already been stretched once tonight to accommodate the broadest part of Kenny's forearm, they offered little resistance to the phallic-shaped vegetable. Her hairy gap yielded quite readily, in fact, and swallowed whole the eight inches of fat cucumber rather hungrily.
"Oh, wow!" Marge sighed, shivering and squirming about, "It feels terrific! It's got lovely little bumps all over it, Kenny, and I think I felt every one of them while you were pushing it in!"
Kenny spotted something he hadn't noticed before. It looked like a miniature peter, except it was redder and it wasn't actually sticking out of her. He flicked it with his finger, that thing that was standing out in the inverted V at the very top of her pussy.
"Hhhuuuuu!" Marge exclaimed, and she jerked reflexively.
The sudden movement of her previously stilled body caused Kenny to jump back, removing his hand from her hair-ringed orifice, and when he did, her slippery vagina expelled the cucumber. All shiny wet with its coating of her womanly juices, the long, green object shot from her internally convulsing sheath and thumped to the bed between her legs.
The lad was afraid he'd done something wrong. Assuring him that he hadn't, Marge took his hand and placed his finger back on her clitoris. She taught him to manipulate her pleasure button as, between sighs, she explained its delightful function.
"Oh, baby, you're making Mother so hot!" she moaned, after he'd been massaging her man in the boat for a minute or, so. "Put that cucumber back in me now!"
Glassy-eyed with passion by this time, the nine-year-old was only too happy to obey. He picked up the slippery vegetable and stuffed it back up her steaming slot. Then Marge drew up her long shapely legs until the soles of her feet rested flat on the bed near her squirming rump. She opened her upraised legs until they formed a wide V. Then, holding the cucumber with the fingers of her left hand, she used her right to finger some sexual lubricant from her snatch. After she'd applied the woman goo to her erogenous rectum, she took her son by the prick and, pulling him into potion, guided his rock-hard penis into her vulnerable asshole.
"Ooouuuu!" she whimpered as the erotic sensations of being anally penetrated by a male organ which was the perfect size for the job, rippled through her pleasured torso. "Oh, Kenny… darling, this is going to be even better than I'd hoped!"
Now that his little dick was into her, his hairless pubic mound pressing against her furry crack, there was no way the vagina-filling cucumber could slip out again. She threw her arms around the child and hugged him tight before she slid her hands lower and cupped the tensed, hard little cheeks of his boyish bottom.
"Fuck your mama, honey!" she whispered sultrily, her rump revolving ruttishly. "Nice and slow! Stroke that darling dick in and out of my hot ass!"
Anything Mama said was aces with Kenny. Her pooper felt much tighter and hotter around his stem than her mature pussy had. He'd thought her pussy was the most wonderful thing in the world, but man, her butthole was even better! Bracing himself with his elbows on the bed beside her ribcage, he laid the side of his head on the relatively flat area of chest between the small mounds of her pert little titties and began fucking unhurriedly into the snugly encircling ring of her lubricated anus.
"Oooh, oooh, ooooh!" Marge chanted, when he got going with a smooth, steady rhythm.
He was pumping her forbidden rear portal with approximately three-inch strokes. Each time he backed his sweet dick partway out of her clinging asshole, the elastic walls of her packed vagina sprang back sufficiently to tug her womb forward. Its tender mouth would bump against the rounded end of the cucumber and, like a plunger, push it forward, making the larger end protrude about three inches from the slippery opening of her puffy-lipped snatch. Then Kenny would jab his peter back into her appreciative rectum, his fatty mound catching the end of the portion of cucumber which her pussy had forced out, and his downward momentum would drive the long, fat object full into her again, its smaller end shoving her womb back up into her belly and enlarging her vaginal sheath to make it take every bit of the wrist-thick, eight-inch cuke.
The cucumber felt refreshingly cool, but other than that, the sensations it provided were amazingly similar to the glorious ones which Frank's larger than average dong had given her, and brute or not, her ex-lover had turned her on to intercourse and made her love it, whereas she'd only submitted passively to her husband and had rarely enjoyed it during all the years of their marriage. Those days of sexual disinterest were gone forever now, however, and Marge was sighing with the sensual pleasure of it as her son sodomized her, his screwing motions keeping the cuke – the consistency of which was almost identical to a fully erected male organ – shuttling incessantly back and forth in her overjoyed vagina.