She grunted and thrust her hands between her back and her son's belly to seize his cock. He forced the fingers of one hand into her cunt and pulled her forward, tilting her and forcing her box even farther open.
"Danny! Danny!" She writhed against him.
Her clitoris felt raw before he abandoned his massage and she was certain he'd sensed how close she had come to orgasm. He kept one hand at her pussy, still thrust deeply into it, and slid the other under her to squeeze her butt. His fingers probed towards her bung, and she raised herself involuntarily for the penetration she knew would come. She felt one finger force its way into her asshole, then gasped and cried out as another joined it. The dual insertion, with his hands filling both her cunt and her bung, destroyed the last vestiges of her self-control. She jerked her legs around his and thrust her ass about wildly. Her arms shook with the force of her grip on her son's cock, and she used the rock-hard prick as a lever for her thrashing. Her boobs surged in and out of the water, splashing great gobs of foam up and onto the surrounding floor.
Demigod! Omigod! Danny, I'm already coming!Aghhh!"
"You've got a long ways to go, Mom." Danny's voice sounded strained. "My cock's got a fierce load, and you're going to be all over it!"
She groaned, the rigidity of her climax reaction fading, and lay back panting. "Oh, my! Oh, my, Danny! I couldn't help it!"
"It doesn't matter. You can come over and over." He captured her clitoris under his thumb without evacuating either her ass or her pussy.
She shrieked. "NO! lease, Danny! It's too tender right now! Ohhh, please!"
He ignored her pleading and new streaks of intolerable excitement stabbed her. She struggled to stop him, but his legs held hers helplessly apart and she found his elbows had her arms trapped.
"Damn you, Danny! You just don't care if it hurts, do you?"
"Aw, you're just saying that, Mom. It really feels good, only you want to wait in between times."
"No! No, I tell you! It hurts!"
"Pain and excitement are all the same… no, pain and pleasure. One of the guys said he read that in a book."
The cocky little bastard! she thought of Danny. This time he happens to be right. It's really just too much pleasure to take. But that pleasure-pain bit could get to be dangerous! She gave up analysis; pleasure had overcome reluctance and she was flailing about on his hands again.
She reached such a high pitch that she only vaguely knew when he pulled out his fingers. She was conscious only of the fact she was terribly full and deliriously happy at one point, then empty and yearning at another. He lifted her and set her on his cock, the head lodged at her asshole, restraining her and letting her own weight force her reluctant sphincter over the great bulb and drive her onto the long shaft. Her ass burned furiously, lacking sufficient lubrication, and she flung herself against her son's unbreakable grip. But the agony dulled and the pleasure mounted until she forgot her anger. He lifted and dropped her repeatedly, and she knew she was sliding the full length of his cock with every stroke. She lost track of time and began to wonder dully whether she was going to come or faint.
But Danny appeared to have further plans for her in his own build-up. He lifted her higher during one of the strokes, and she writhed helplessly while the wide shoulders of his cockhead tugged against her asshole and her sphincter slowly stretched enough to give up its enormous prisoner. When he lowered her again his cock drove upward into her cunt. There was no change in the motion, except she slid faster each time she was dropped, slamming onto the base of his cock with jarring blows. And the sensations seemed more intensely sexual.
At last – and still without his having reached an orgasm – her son again peeled her off his cock. He thrust her away from him, pressing her back against one side of the tub and kneeling astride her body. "How is it, Mom?" he asked. "Good, huh!"
He grinned proudly and thrust his belly forward, grasping his cock in one hand and rubbing it across her mouth. Even in her dazed condition, her pussy twitched and her mouth watered at the sensation of the velvety cockhead on her lips. She dabbed at the thin coating of his fluid with her tongue.
"I'm something special, huh, Mom? Boy, I know some things to do!" He placed his hands in her armpits and lifted, sliding her more nearly erect. "I'm ready now, Mom. I thought this up by myself!"
He pressed against her, laying his cock in the cleft between her boobs, his thighs shoving up and in against the fullness of her globes. Raising her hands, he placed her palms on the outer slopes of her boobs and pushed until her flesh closed over the base and lower shaft of his cock. His balls rested against her solar plexus, bumping when she inhaled. His cock reared from between her tits with its head touching the point of her chin.
"See, Mom? Room service! Boobs and mouth at the same time! Okay?"
Despite the revulsion she experienced at his egotism, she throbbed from the combined stimulus of the pulsing warmth between her boobs and the heady scent of the bulb at her lower lip. "Okay, Son," she murmured. A spasm of desire seized her and she grunted. "Yes! Yes, Danny!" She lowered her face, her mouth opening widely to envelop his cockhead.
Her son pumped his hips slowly, his shaft sliding freely between the foamy surfaces of her boobs and his cockhead rubbing a path along the roof of her mouth to the arch of her throat. The tip of her tongue jabbed into his slit, exploring the quivering walls, and she sucked frantically. He pumped faster, a recurrent tremor betraying his growing agitation. Helen kneaded the sides of her tits without being conscious of the act and pushed them to present her nipples to the friction of her son's belly.
Danny bent his neck abruptly, resting his chin on his chest and gritting his teeth audibly. His cock pulsed and steaming, thick jism welled into the back of Helen's mouth. She gulped, swallowing his cum as fast as he pumped it, the sweet-sour flavor making the back of her jaw buzz. She had a moment of detached realization that she wasn't going to come and an immediate surge of satisfaction in the knowledge. Her dazed condition cleared abruptly, leaving her alert and calm.
When Danny's prick softened, she was content to allow her own passion to cool without resolution. She sucked his cockhead dry and removed her hands from her tits. Danny continued to lean against her for a time, then slid back into the water to rest.
"Whew!" He grinned wearily at his mother. "Whew! Some fuck, Mom!"
She returned his gaze coolly. "Danny, it's time we started treating that word with proper respect."
"Huh?" He stared.
"Fuck is a powerful word. It's short and pungent and earthy. Its sound sort of reaches down into a person's guts and makes them feel like what it means. It loses all that if it's used at the wrong times or with the wrong meaning. Understand?"
"I guess so." He shook his head slowly.
Helen pressed the drain lever and rose to her feet. She reached across to the towels and handed one to her son, sponging at the water that coursed down her own body.
"Hey!" Danny protested. "You said I could dry you!"
"You can. I'm just getting the worst of it so I won't make a big puddle on the floor."
"Oh." Danny toweled himself rapidly and clambered out of the tub.
Helen accepted her son's help as she stepped out and stood quietly while he fondled her through the towel. His hands aroused her, even through the thick terry-cloth, and she made no effort to resist the impulses that coursed through her. She permitted herself to squirm when she felt like it and to thrust her pussy harder against Danny's hand when he dried it, frankly parting her thighs to heighten her pleasure. But when she was dry and Danny had tossed the towel aside, she vetoed his attempt to resume his feeling-up.