Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

“Down, boy,” he muttered. “You are getting just like a hound.

Give you a scent and you are off.” He grinned at the analogy and, still nude, proceeded up the path to the house. Tim started in through the patio door and stopped. A sound from the room inside made him pause. It was the moaning sound of someone in the throes of some excitement. “Now… who could she be fucking at this time of day?

Did Bill Trooper get loose and come back?” The first thought thrilled him and caused his cock to swell more, and the second thought caused a chill to run through him, and made his cock deflate some. Backing away from the patio door, he moved around to the kitchen and, easing the door open, tip-toed into the house. “Whoever it is, she sure is going after him,” he thought, and with that warm thought coursing through his mind, his cock began to swell and strut again, and the huge instrument swung ahead of him like a club that held a life of its own. He slipped down the hallway and then to the patio door.

There he paused and listened. “Oh, God, woman… you sure do know how to suck a cock,” a man's voice muttered. “Ahhhhh- there-there-I'm almost, almost ready to coommmeee!” Tim peeked around the doorframe and was suddenly seized with a shivering thrill at what he saw. Mara was lying across a man he had never seen before. Both were naked and the man's large cock was appearing and disappearing deeply in and out of Mara's mouth and throat. Tim could see that his mother was deep-throating him, and he also saw that she was nearing her own orgasm, for her fingers were buried deep in her cunt and moving with quick, stabbing motions in and out of that squishy hole.

The man was straining now, his cock swollen larger and much stiffer. It was the extreme moment before the ejaculation, Tim knew.

For he recognized all the symptoms that led up to that explosive instant. “Ahhhhhh-I'm there now-I'm commmiiinng!” The man's body jerked and he held her head in his two big hands. The vein on the under side of his cock pulsed as Tim observed, and then he grew red in the face and held himself rigid as his hot cum sprayed into the hot throat and mouth of the woman. Mara felt the load explode in her throat. She siphoned quickly and, as each slug of cum was spurted outward, she applied suction and drew it out faster, making him feel that his balls were being dragged out through his cock. He yelled and tried to draw away from her mouth, easing his cockhead out of her throat area and into her mouth cavern. There she let it stay, her tongue and sucking motions taking the last of his cum from his straining cock. She came again and again, feeling her cunt strain and tug against her fingers. She fucked her fingers in and out of her hot slit, her hips working in a fucking motion, her clit strutting and quivering. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and her hips bounced and hunched, as she went through final phases of her climax. As he watched the climaxing of the two adults, knowing that the strange man was coming in his mother's mouth and throat, Tim was jerking off.

It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen, and his cock had leaped to attention immediately. His fist closed about it and he began the ancient up and down motion of his hand, feeling his juice surround his fingers as it overflowed from the slit in his cockhead and dripped down his hand. His cock became slick and slimy with his movements, and made little liquid sounds as he jerked the loose skin up and down in his agony of stimulation. His balls tightened and as he saw the pulsing of Hank's cock-vein, knowing the man was coming, he grunted softly and, holding his cock tightly, felt his cum leap from him and spray out upon the floor. Hank's cock softened and slipped from Mara's mouth with a soft plop. She sighed and swallowed the last of the cum she had in her mouth and throat and laid her head upon his belly, feeling his hurried panting. Tim walked into the room, his still rampant cock swinging before him, a thin string of cum hanging from the knob. The man started as he saw the boy. “What- who-?”

Mara opened her eyes and smiled up at Tim. “Hi, honey. Meet Hank.

Hank, this is my son, Tim.” Hank took a hand from the full tit of Tim's mother and held it out to the boy. “Hi there, Tim. Glad to meet you. Your Mom's some woman, you know that?” Tim smiled and sat in the chair across the room from them. “Sure, I know that, Hank.” His cock began to soften and lay down across his full thigh, the knob slick with his cum. He leaned his head back and looked at the two adults. “You sure were going at it a moment ago.” Mara sighed and straightened, and leaned back, crossing her legs and letting Tim see the full gaping of her still drooling cunt. Some of Hank's white cum slipped out of the hot canal and oozed into the sofa covering.

“This is Hank Truman,” she told Tim. “He is the new forest ranger assigned to this area. He heard of us living on the island and came to pay us a call.” “Where are you living?” asked Tim. His cock stirred a little, he noticed Mara's cunt quivering and contracting as she began to relax the muscles more. “Oh, nowhere right now,” said Hank. “My daughter and I-” “Do you have a daughter? How old is she?” “She is eighteen and lives with me.” “Great. Say, Mom. Why don't we put Hank and his daughter up until they find a place? Seems like you two have got real acquainted and they could stay in our spare rooms.” “Sure, why not?” Mara was all for it. She liked what she had just gotten. And who knows, she might come to really like it as much as if not more than Tim. After all, how long could a woman continue to fuck her own son? When they had dressed and eaten the salad and a small steak each that Mara had fixed, they rested on the patio for a short while and then, deciding to swim, ran down to the beach area, still nude, and dived into the water. Hank and Tim immediately swam a race to see who could reach the float first, while Mara swam out more leisurely. She had just pulled herself upon the float and was teasing Hank's cock to a hard-on, when she heard the mutter of a motorboat coming out toward the island. She ceased her teasing and allowed his stand to subside, while they watched the boat approach.

Cherry pointed to the float. “There's Dad, now, Jerry. And with a woman and a boy.” Jerry was eyeing the gorgeous bounce and sway of Cherry's large tits, the raised nipples spearing the material with every sway and turn of the boat. He saw the outlined slit of her cunt in her tight bikini, outlining her cunt perfectly, and his cock began to make its presence known. “Yeah,” he muttered, “that's Mara Fletcher and her son, Tim.” “Do they own the whole island?” she wanted to know. She turned on her seat amidships to stare over at the pleasantly green and wooded island in the middle of the lake. “So I hear,” he told her. “Her husband left her with a bundle.” “And some day her son will inherit that bundle,” Cherry mused, her eyes gleaming. “You know, he looks better and better the closer we get. Go over to the float, Jerry.” Jerry grunted and turned the boat toward the float, where he saw now that the occupants were nude. “Oh golly,” squealed Cherry, “Look at them! They are all naked. Goodie!” “Hey, sit down, what are you doing?” Jerry yelled at her. Cherry had risen and was rapidly getting out of her halter and bikini. Not that it took long to do so, for they were almost skin-tight and weighed all of two ounces, both pieces. In a moment she sat down, seeing how she was causing the boat to yaw and turn. But as she did so, she stripped the bikini over her feet and shouted, “WEEEeeee! I made it!” and waved at the three now clearly discernible on the float. Jerry was about to go out of his mind.