He wanted to tell her that. But if he spoke he would be distracted by one of a hundred other sensual impressions, the stiff rubberiness of her tit knobs, the strongly female odor of her armpits; the softness of her cheek as he rubbed his chin on it. He thus held his tongue and shortly paused in fucking her to study individually these exquisite sensations.
He fingered a small, dainty, shell-like ear.
She smiled up at him. "You're tickling me."
He pressed his lips to the ear, breathed into it. Kit squirmed all over. Her cunt sucked at his prick.
He mouthed the ear, tongued lightly, whispered, "Does this tickle?"
"You little devil, that makes me squirt inside." Her arms tightened on his shoulders. "But don't stop it."
He laughed. He nuzzled her soft neck. He raised, looked into her eyes and saw all her old affection magnified a hundred times, a thousand smiles crinkling her eye corners.
He said, "You're not sorry now? I mean, sorry that it happened?"
She shook her head. "No, because being sorry would spoil it. You're right, it happened. Like an accident. So there, that's all there is to it. I love feeling you on top of me, your beautiful big thing up my vagina, your balls nestling into my behind. Nothing else counts."
His own doubts were dispersing as she spoke. Still exploring the delights of her body, he raised enough to see her breasts, the swollen caps darkish, gathering shadows, while the white orbs captured moonlight, bright hillocks each leaning a bit to its side. He cupped his hands on them and kneaded the soft, yet firm, flesh, delighting in its resilience, moving the peaks, digging in his fingers.
He whispered, "Should I suck them?"
"Darling, I think you'd better shoot your load into me. Later we can play all sorts of games.
"I'm in no hurry."
"I suppose not." She rapped a finger on his cheek. "Because you screwed Lily and got off your trigger edge. You horny little devil! If I don't watch out, you'll be into every cunt in the neighborhood."
She spoke lightly but he heard the tightness of jealousy in her voice.
She said, "Besides, I'm starting another orgasm and I want us to come together, it would be ten times as good for me. Will you, please, just let it go? Run wild on me?"
He realized that he had a certain power. She was begging him. His mood was to dawdle, tease her, wallow in the voluptuousness of this incredible new experience.
But she soon showed him that she could add muscle to her begging.
Her heels dug into his spine. Braced, she lifted, her cunt slowly closing, at last compressing his cock, then squeezing a ring from the root up the stem to the head, where the ring seemed to palpitate, sucking squishily.
The feel of that wet, fluttering pressure on his cockhead shot down his cock to his balls. His whole body stiffened and jerked.
He reared up, plunged violently back into her.
He gasped, "Mother! Agh-hh! What you're doing!"
"Ride me, honey."
Braced on forearms and knees, he whipped his body in, sliding his prong up her cavern, whacking his balls against her ass.
She gave a cry and armed him fiercely tight. "Sonny, oh-hh! I can feel y our balls swat me! Oh, they're such lovely big balls, such a loose scrotum, swinging like a bell! Rick me long and hard, darling! Hit me with your nuts, please hit me hard!"
He was gasping, his eyes bulging, his body on fire. He speared in and out of her sludging, grabbing, sizzling cunt, terribly aware of his balls, of how they struck and jolted and flames erupted from them into his cock, a horn such as he had never before possessed, a gargantuan cock filling and naming every drooling inch of her cunt.
She heaved in long, wrenching pulls, the big muscles of her thighs and hips and buttocks channeling their strength into the core of her, the gulping cunt milking his prick.
He howled, bucking high, whacking her clit, his loins seeming to splash in her open, jellied cunt lips. An unmoving bolt of fire clawed at the core of his cock, enlarging and tearing as the pounding his balls were taking jolted jism up to pool and seethe and struggle to escape.
"Oh fuck me," she sobbed. "Fuck me, Sonny, shoot your jism into my cunt! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He blasted and his mother's body arched up, twanging and wrenching, her hairy pubes grinding his, her thighs crushing him. She bit his throat, then flung her head about as she lurched into orgasm.
His charge flew into her and Kit shrieked. He heard the bedsprings creak loudly and the splat of his balls against her ass, the swishing suction of her cunt, even the sound of her heels beating his back.
On his second shot her breath hissed out like the puncturing of a car tire.
Still he fired into his mother's convulsing belly, feeling a terrible joy, a power, in his triumph, in his driving her through the explosive upheaval of this orgasm. His cock spewed into her and her moans weakened, became sobs. His thrusts slowed, pulling noisily from the squishy seal of her hole, returning heavily into her gurgling cavern.
Her limbs fell from him, her whole body jellied.
Still he pumped her. He wanted to be the best lover she had ever known, no matter if he exhausted himself.
His last spurts had dribbled into her, but plumbing her sloshy cunt was still the biggest thrill of his life.
Sonny dreamed that his cock had grown out like a baseball bat, wagging from side to side as he walked. It was heavy but he could bear the weight, and by clenching his ass he made it angle up, pointing at the face of whoever he met.
He awoke in the first pink light of dawn, his prick bone hard.
He was not alone.
On his side, he gazed at a luscious female form, back to him, narrow of shoulder, fine waisted, hip arching strongly.
He was in bed with his mother.
He studied her form, the sprawl of loose red hair on the pillow, coppery strands tangled in gold and mahogany; this was real, not a dream. That was his mother's silken hair, and a small, soft hand was half-concealed by a curled lock of it: He had long known that his mother's hair was not simply red but a mixture, and now he gazed at it, picking out a strawberry hue bright in the dawn light, and dark tangles emphasizing that brightness.
His cockhead reached almost to the cleft in her buttocks.
Yes, they had become lovers last night. After discharging his load he had lain long in her arms, lulled by her caresses and sweet murmurings, until he had fallen asleep.
Now his prick was fully erect, the head inflamed, the skin pulled painfully tight.
Would she want to do it again?
He still did not know why it had happened.
Maybe she had been drinking, had not been herself, had, in a crazy moment of excitement, let him sink his dick into her glorious cunt. Maybe now she would regret it, spurn him, send him away.
Her breathing was even. If he could slip it in without awakening her- He scrunched down on the bed, under her buttocks. He could see the fringe of hair in her cleft, widening, then very thick on her plump pussy lips.
He hipped up to her and fingered his cockhead between the dewy labia. Soft. He pushed, watched his cockhead spread the lips and then disappear inside.
Heat seethed on his throbbing tip.
Her cuntlips had ovaled to the form of his cock.
Then she whispered, "Sonny-"
He jerked, startled by the faint sound in the quiet of morning.
He choked, "Mother, I wanted to-it's so hard it almost hurts-"
Her leg lifted. Her torso curled down: Gazing at the cock half buried within her hairy cunt lips, he saw her small hand appear under her thigh, thumb and forefinger closing on the base of his stem, then nudging, steering him into her hole.