Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

Mara knew he was near and decided to let him go on. He was completely absorbed in her manipulation of his cock now, and was not playing with her tits. She moved her free hand under his ass and he raised up for her. Fingering the crack of his buttocks, she found the puckered little hole of his anus and wormed her finger around and around until she had inserted it up to the knuckle. He gasped and then she began to jack his cock in earnest, running her fist up and down the quaking shaft quickly, making a liquid sound as her fist reached his belly, slapped against his sweaty pubic area, and then flashed up the stem again to reach the very top. She was causing him great pleasure and he grunted with it, fucking into her fist with heavy hunching of his hips. He was straining to hold back, to exact every ounce from the activity of his body, the thrill of having his mother's hand bring him to a roaring climax, and the deep, straining pleasure of his cum garnering and readying itself to spurt out into the world. “Oh… Oh gawd, Mom… I'm-I'm-going to… I am coming, coming… OOOoooh, there it is now!” He thrust up into her fist and held there, his body arched and quivering. She thrilled and gasped and then suddenly spread her legs widely, knowing he would not notice her, so absorbed was he in his own great, body-shaking pleasure. With her free hand she grabbed her clit and began to rub it, finger-fucking herself furiously, as she hand-jobbed her son. Then she felt his penis swell, become steel-hard and then throb, as a gigantic curd of cum burst from the hole in the head of his penis and arced at least four feet in the air above the float. She gasped in excitement and maintained her grip upon him. His penis throbbed again and another huge glob spurted, not as high this time, and then his body mechanisms took over and he hunched and groaned until his body was a mess of poured-out cum, white and creamy, hot and sticky, and had run down his shaft and covered her fist. Finally it was over, and he sighed and sank back. She tenderly milked his cock until every last bit of his cum was out of his cock-stem. She cleaned her hands in the lake water and then, wetting his shorts, she wiped him and his penis clean. Patting it, she let go of it, seeing it fall flaccid across his thigh, red and used-looking, now depleted until he was able to get it up again. She really did not doubt that in a few minutes he could have it rearing again. “Oh, Mom,” he whispered, touching her tit nearest him, seeing it still reared and hard. “You never got any enjoyment out of it, and here I am glowing with it.” She lay back beside him, her fingertips barely touching the head of his cock.

“Timmy, we must never do this again. I did it for you because I knew you were so wrought up. But this is all. Mothers and sons are not supposed to act like this, it isn't right.” But as she talked to him, her fingers were rubbing the sensitive head of his cock, causing it to swell and stir, and before she was finished saying what she wanted to convey to him, he had a half hard-on, swaying and bobbing above his belly. “Let's do it again, Mom,” he whispered. “Or at least let me finger you off. You are needing it, I can tell.” Her heart was beating hard within her chest wall. “Oh, Timmy, you are so bad. Is sex all you think about?” But her hand was resting on his thigh and then slid over and began to cuddle and palm his huge balls, making him squirm with pleasure, and the egg-sized balls roll gently around in the hairy, sensitive sac. Without answering her, he slid his hand from her tit down to her cunt hair and ran a finger down the puffed lips between her legs. Moaning a bit, she put her forearm over her eyes and gently spread her legs. He scooted down closer so he could see what he was doing and have a good look, for the first time in his life, at a maturely developed cunt. As she spread her legs, the puffed, reddened outer lips, the labia, gaped and he could see the tender, pink flesh further in, and the smaller hole. He saw the clitoris strutting above the upper fold of her cunt-lips and touched it, making her hunch into his hand. He touched it again, and then began to caress it, massaging it slowly, causing it to quiver and jerk. His mother gasped and hunched again, murmuring, “Oh yes, there… there!” Her cunt was putting out a large amount of juice now, slick and clear and hot, and he mixed his fingers into it, and then rubbed it slowly up and down the widened slit of her cunt, making her gasp with pleasure and make fucking movements against his hand.

She moaned and clutched at his shoulders and then fell into a long, grinding, pleasure-colored climax. “Oh… Timmy… I'm… Fm…

Coommmmingg!” she screamed faintly. Her body heaved against his hand, which was continuing to dip into her hot, slick cunt and shove in and out in a fucking motion, feeling to her almost like a huge cock pushing and pulling in and out of her. “Oh, Tim… coming again… OOOoooeee, it feels good!” She squirmed and pushed against his hand until all of the little pulses were spent and she relaxed limp and almost fainting on the platform of the float.

After resting on the float for several minutes, Tim rose and, smiling at his mother, slipped into the water.

“Thanks, Mom.” He grinned. “Like it says in the ad, I needed that. And you know what?” His face became serious. She rolled over and looked at him, covering her breasts with a forearm, suddenly shy with him, now that the episode was completed. Why had she done it? she wondered. She was not an incestuous person. She had never thought of having sexual intercourse with her son before this morning. At least not consciously. “What do I know?” She reached out and tweaked his nose. He ducked, slid under the water and came up sputtering. “You need more than just a finger job, Mom. I can tell. You need-” He hesitated to say the word to his mom, but then boldly continued, “You need to have a big cock slipped in and out of you until you come. Then you wouldn't be so nervous and restless.”

“Oh, Timmy. Of course you are right. But we mustn't get ourselves all worked up again. We must not do anything like that again.” He grinned at her and then, turning in the water, he thrashed away to the shore and climbed to the beach where he had been working before she had come down to the lake with him. She sighed and watched him, desire growing hugely between her legs again. God, how right he was. She needed to be fucked by a huge cock, ramming in and out of her, making her come again and again. Finally she rose and, diving into the lake, swam to the shore and went into the house to shower and begin the noon meal for them. It was a long tune until her sexual appetites quieted and she could go about her household chores without wanting to scream out for a man. Two days went by without either of them mentioning the episode on the lake float. Tim and she lay on the patio during the first evening and watched a portable television, laughing together over the antics of a popular comic character. She noticed that he was more relaxed about her and that when they were near each other he always had a half hard-on bulging his shorts. She suspected that he had ceased wearing underwear shorts so his erection might be more noticeable. That first evening he went to the shower before bedtime and walked boldly into her bedroom and stood leaning against the doorframe, completely nude. She heard him and turned, gasping at the sight of him. His huge young cock, jerked-off and played with during the day, was now wanting again. He stood, hip-shot, one shoulder against the door, and his cock hung, half-erect, out from his body, already seven inches or so, and thick, moving a little as blood stirred and filled its veins. It was so beautiful she wanted to kneel before it and suck the dark pink knob into her mouth and siphon his spurting cum deep into her stomach.