He bounced on her ass, driving her breath from her in deep grunts and arousing her to a wild pitch of passion. She felt his fingers bite into her waist and his balls knock against her cunt. And suddenly he stopped bouncing.
"Ohhh!" he moaned as if in pain.
"Son! Danny! Are you all right?"
"It's coming out! Mom, I'm coming!" He settled on her and she felt a brutal force on her ass. She saw his feet leave the table and extend behind her. She knew he was balancing his entire weight on the base of his cock while he spewed his jism into her bowels.
"Ahhh…" She sighed with pleasure, feeling every subtlety of his actions. She decided there might be an advantage not to reach her orgasm every time; climactic sensations could mask the finer details of her partner's coming. She felt her son's cock swell with abrupt jerks as the heat spurted from it, and his balls twitched upward through her pussy hair and over her cuntlips with each spurt. She heard his labored breathing and its rasping irregularity. And her cunt filled for the second time in that position with a pool of hot cum. Dan rocked for a time before his body began to loosen. At last, he pushed himself off her and stood on the ground.
"Honey," she said, her voice muffled. "Get me down now, before Smokey decides to come back for seconds."
Danny laughed nervously. "Mom, if I thought he would, I'd keep you right where you are."
"Danny!"
"Ah, don't worry. He won't. He's had it." Danny untied her arms first, and when he loosened the second ankle, she slid head-first into the dirt. She lay in a heap waiting for her circulation to return, and Danny crouched beside her, massaging her limbs.
When the agony of renewed circulation subsided, she let him help her to her feet. "Come on back to the house, Son," she urged.
"Okay."
In the house, she realized it was past five. Danny seemed reluctant to take time out for supper, but she insisted.
"We'll both want all our strength," she suggested. "That is, unless you've had enough."
"We don't have to quit, do we, Mom? We can fuck some more after supper, can't we?"
"Yes."
"All night, maybe?"
She laughed. "We'll see."
"That means you don't think we will."
"Honey, you're welcome to try as long as you can hold out. I promise."
Chapter 6
Danny objected to her dressing for supper. He showed no reluctance to putting his own clothes on, but he wanted her to remain nude.
"Honey, I'm not going to work in the kitchen naked. That's all there is to it."
"Aw, Mom! Well, at least you don't have to wear anything but pants and a bra."
"Well…" She giggled at his determination. "All right, hon. We'll compromise."
"I'll go get them for you."
"Oh, all right." She waited, relieved to be alone for a few moments. It was a shock to discover how much desire still burned in her. She realized she was eager for her son to return-that she fiercely wanted him to stare at her naked body again.
When Dan came back with her panties and a bra, he took her in his arms before giving them to her. He kissed her tenderly, then turned her so her side was against him and ran his hand lovingly over her front. She thrust out her belly and squirmed at the feel of his fingers. He caressed her tits and rubbed her belly. And when his hand slid over her pussy hair and between her thighs, she thrust her knees apart and ground her hips in circles.
"Good," she whispered. "Oh, but I like that, Son!"
He released her at last after he had her quivering and mumbling to herself. She took the wispy garments from him and laughed.
"How did you know I had these! Why, I've never had them on!"
He grinned as she held up the panties. "I was looking for the ones with the least material," he admitted. "Those were at the back of the drawer, that's all."
"They're hardly pants at all, Danny!"
"But they are, and I brought them. So that's what you wear. You promised."
"Your father ordered them out of a catalog," she said. "And he was furious when I wouldn't wear them!" She laid the bra aside and stepped into the panties. They did fit, although they were snug. But as she pulled them up her thighs, she discovered a feature she hadn't noticed before; there was a long slit in the crotch. "Oh, Christ!" she exploded.
"Now what?" asked Danny.
"Never mind!" She snugged the panties on her hips, shuddering at the effect. Even Danny appeared to be shaken, she noticed.
The panties crossed her belly so low a handful of pussy hair lay above them. The rest of the dark-red thatch protruded through the loose net. And the crotch hugged the lips of her pussy without a thread to spare. Four inches at either hip was simply a narrow strip of elastic. She instinctively placed her hand over her twat.
"What was it you said 'Oh, Christ!' about?" asked Danny. "Come on, Mom, tell me!"
"Oh, all right. There's a big, long slit in the crotch."
"Hey! You mean they're made for screwing? You can get screwed without even taking them off?"
She nodded. "Honestly!"
"Hey, let me see, Mom! Huh?"
"For heaven's sake! No!"
"Aw, please! Please?"
"After supper, I guess."
"Well, okay I guess. But I can feel." He grabbed her before she realized his intention and pinned her arms behind her. Dragging her arms back and down, he forced her to bend her knees and spread them, and he thrust a finger through the slit and into her cunt.
Helen writhed on his finger, supper forgotten. God, I'm hot! she thought. I'm ready to explode the instant he touches me! But her son released her, caressing one of her tits for a moment before stepping back.
She panted, standing motionless, then reached for the bra. "This is just as bad," she muttered. She put it on, the half-cups lifting her boobs and making the upper slopes bulge while her nipples stood in the open.
"Man, that looks great! I thought that's what that thing was!" Dan leered at her.
"You're impossible!" she exclaimed. "I raised a sex fiend!"
"Mom, let's eat quick. You were going to teach me some more, and then we took time out for Smokey. I'm awful anxious."
She glanced respectfully at his erect young cock. "You look like it. All right, we'll hurry."
She found it impossible to know what she was eating when they finally sat down. She was too keenly aware of her near nakedness and Danny's frank concentration on her puckered nipples. Her pussy twitched incessantly and she could feel the wetness that had soaked the crotch of her panties. Her son wolfed his food, clearly paying as little attention to it as she. He spoke only once during the meal.
"You know something, Mom? That sister of Vanessa's. I hate her. She's a snob. But I bet she fucks great! If I had my druthers, though, I'd like to spend a day with Vanessa like this one with you."
"Watch it, Dan. What we're doing today is fun. I like it. But it's still teaching, not a way to get you started making out with every woman you meet."
"But we're not going to stop just as soon as we've got through learning, are we? Are we, Mom?"
She laughed. "I don't know. The way I feel right now, we could keep going forever. But I think I've gone a little crazy. It's going to depend."
"On what?"
"On things that wouldn't even occur to us now."
Dan finished his food and carried his dishes to the kitchen. He came back and surveyed her plate. "You going to eat the rest of that?"
She hesitated. "No. I've had enough."
"Okay." He snatched her dishes from the table and disappeared with them. He returned while Helen was still pushing her chair back.
She rose, aware of the fact her son was hovering over her. He seized her and swung her from the floor.
"Danny! What…?"
He set her on the edge of the table and pushed her onto her back.
"Danny! Stop it! What's going on?"
He forced her knees apart and elevated them. "I'm going to look at those pants. You said I could after supper."
"Good God!" she exclaimed.
He placed her feet against his shoulders and leaned over her, pressing her knees back to her chest. He felt the crotch of her panties, pulling the slit open with his thumbs and inserting both thumbs immediately into her pussy. She gasped and her feet slid over his shoulders. He grasped her hips and held them still, thrusting his cock against her. She twisted, but with a single smooth surge, he drove his cock fully into her box, its base slamming solidly on her pussy.