Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

“Slow down, darling,” she said, crooning to him. Her own time was building more slowly, since her clit was not involved. Reaching under, she found her “little man” and began to twiddle it, twisting and turning, until it stood in quivering excitement, causing sharp spurts of pleasure to dart through her body. Her cunt was leaking streams of her fuck-juice and she could feel his oozing out of her ass and down the crack of her buttocks. She began to thrust back in rhythm to his, fucking him as he poured it into her, making his cock surge and throb as he now buried himself completely, up to the roots, stretching her impossibly. But the pleasure was intense and she was beginning to throb, also, nearing her climax. “Slowly, slowly…” she sang to him, and began to slow down her own action. He eased it back to the edge of her anus, until all but the knob was out of her. His huge shaft, covered with moisture, made a slick slime that caused it to slip in and out easily now. Much of the friction was gone and it was easier now to control himself. He felt strange, with his great rod in the bobbing ass of his mother. The sensation was so different, a vast emptiness seemed to stretch ahead of his knob, yet there was an intense pleasure that was bringing him along with each stroke. He put his hands upon her hips again and settled down to fucking her again, his huge cock slamming in and out now, causing her to grunt each time his belly slapped against her ass. His belly, covered with sweat, met her cheeks with a meaty sound, making them quiver. He was not doing all the work, for she was moaning and hunching back into him, glorying in the sensation of his huge balls swinging and pounding into her crack, his huge rod slamming in and out of her hole, and his quivering knob, poising to burst into a cum-splattering explosion, growing larger and larger as his moment grew near.

“aaaaaahhhhhhh,” he groaned, and then yelled, “there it is, there it comes!” and grunting with his effort, he shoved it completely into her asshole and held it there. She screamed, her cunt quivering as she came again and again, “ooohhhh… Timmy! I'm commmmiunnnggg!”

She quivered again as her body quaked in the throes of a climax that shook the bed. His hot clots of sperm splattered into her guts and she felt it spurt and gush. Hot and hard, it bounced off her insides and then slowed down and ceased. He continued to hold it there, letting the pleasure feeling run on and on. Then he fell over on his side, she falling beside him. His huge, exercise-reddened cock slopped out of her anus with a plop and slapped across his thigh, still oozing cum.

She drew up in a ball and, laying her head upon his arm, she closed her eyes and let the sensations that coursed through her body run on and on.

Mara knew that it was sure to happen. Things had gone too far now for her not to allow her son to enter her body with that huge cock, going into her cunt as he no doubt dreamed nightly. She thought about it for the next few days, meanwhile acting out with him varied sexual encounters, using her mouth upon the ripe, pulsing knob, licking his balls and sucking his cum as it spurted out in body-shaking gouts. He chased her down into the water and there, bending over a huge, moss-covered stone, she allowed him to enter her ass again, making her come again and again before his cream streamed deep into her dark channel. She had him awaken her twice with his active tongue lancing again and again over her clit, and then thrusting and lapping into the hot center of her hole, sucking and blowing, making her whine and toss and finally trap his head between her jerking thighs and nearly smother him as she screamed out her climax. But for all of this, for all that she jerked him off, sucked him, and let him pour himself into her anus until he could enter it almost immediately at will, she knew that neither of them would be satisfied until the ultimate happened. However, nearly a week went by before it happened, and in the meantime she had her first man since Mike had died. She deliberately sought him out. At the service station on the mainland where she parked her station wagon during her stay on the island, the manager was a few years younger than she, and older than Tim. At least in his early twenties. He wore tight work slacks during the warm days and it was obvious to her and most of the women who stopped there that he was well endowed at the interesting juncture of his thighs. A huge bulge was always evident and now and then, talking to some pretty girl in a car as he wiped the windshield, he would reach down and adjust it, as though the constricting clothes made him uncomfortable. He did this one time as he was leaning over and talking to Mara through the driver's window, and she wanted to reach out and adjust it for him. Her fingers had automatically curled as though to encircle it with her fist.

Knowing that soon she would give in to the demands of her son, she went to the mainland deliberately to seek out a man. And her thoughts had turned to Jerry Howard, the attendant at the service station. When she tied up her boat at the town dock, he was standing in the doorway, idly watching her approach up the street. She turned in to the station and he called, “Hi there, Mrs. Fletcher, need the wagon?” She came up to him and smiled, arching her back so her large, firm boobs thrust out at him. He noticed them and licked his lips suggestively. “No, Jerry. I don't need the car today, just… shopping around.” “Ha, ha. Shopping, huh? Well, what have I got that you might need?” He leered at her, and she stared back at his bulge and thought she saw it surge. “I don't really know, Jerry.

I haven't seen all you've got to offer,” she tossed right back at him.

Jerry got the message quickly. He nodded. Glancing about to make sure he was not overheard, he spoke to her in a hurried voice. “Mrs.

Fletcher, if I'm reading you right, I'm your boy. Take your station wagon and go to the intersection of First Avenue and Drexel. Wait there. I'm off this afternoon, and I have an idea we can have a real good time.” She stared hard into his eyes. Then, drawing close so no casual eye could see, she reached down and rubbed his bulge. God, he must be hot for it, she thought, for she felt it swell and broaden in her hand. Gently she rubbed it, and it lengthened, and he squirmed.

“Mrs. Fletcher-” “Mara,” she murmured, rubbing her nipple-hardened tit against his arm. “Mara, if you do that ten more minutes I'll come in my pants,” he said shakily. “In fact,” he removed her hand and kissed it, “if you don't stop right now, I'll come in your fist.” He laughed at her and she grinned back, her eyes gleaming. “First and Drexel, huh?” He nodded. Then he turned and nearly ran to get the station wagon for her. In a short time it was there and he helped her in and shut the door. “Give me about thirty minutes,” he panted. “Where are we going?” “Up into the hills about three miles. I have a little cabin and there's no one else around this time of the week.” She mounted him and, reaching down, seized his huge cock. Placing the swollen knob between her slickened cunt-lips, she settled down on it. Slowly she slid down its length until she squatted upon his hairy belly. Reaching back, she tickled his balls, and he squirmed and thrust the bulk of his cock as far up her slit as it would go. Then, leaning over and placing her hands on his shoulders, she began to bounce up and down on his cock, feeling it spread her and pierce her, making her cunt quiver with sensations she had not felt for twelve long months. She gasped and her muscles deep inside her cunt clasped and milked at his cock, “making him grimace and strain to retain control of his climax. Her fuck-juice was running down her thighs, her need and excitement making it spring from her. His own lubrication was flowing and it made her glide up and down his rod, a slick, steaming ride. “God, this is good,” she moaned. Jerry grunted and, holding on to her tits, he thumbed the nipples, making her shiver and thrust down more quickly.