Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

When Tim awoke the next morning, his mother was gone from his bed. But he vividly relived the sensation of her hot, loving mouth sucking his prick, and he stretched and erected immediately. Caressing himself until he was stone-hard, he wondered how he would ever get her into his bed again. But he need not to have worried about it. Mara had made up her mind about it all. If it had to be, then it had to be, and thrown together as they were, what had happened and what was going to happen in the future was the natural consequence. She had given in, and knew that one day soon, one night before long, she would feel that gigantic cock of her son reaming her cunt to the core. She shuddered as she took her morning shower and washed away the dried cum from her thighs where he had spurted in the night. She had been awakened by his probing, still asleep and dreaming-trying to get his huge cockhead into her anus. She had reached back and moved the shaft between her legs and let him hunch until he moaned and came, smearing her thighs. She had come with him and, asleep in a moment, dreamed of him fucking her. Tim spent the morning swimming, came back for lunch, and afterwards went out upon the beach and lay there, nude, taking the sun. His body was getting as brown as that of an Indian. From the cottage window, she saw that he was semi-erect, thinking and dreaming, she decided, of the night's sexual adventure with her. She shivered at the thought and remembrance of the feeling of his great organ in her mouth and throat, and felt her cunt quake with the desire to envelope all of his cock in hot, liquid depths. Why not? she thought. Why not right now? On the beach in the open, with the blue skies above and the lake lapping musically at their feet. What better way to enjoy the sensation of love in the extreme? Rapidly she made her decision and, stripping off nude, she walked slowly down to him, carrying a short towel draped casually about her shoulders. Her large, full tits bounced gently as she walked. The nipples were lengthening and darkening as she approached him, for the thought of what was about to transpire made her entire body tingle. “Hi, honey.” She stood above him, shading his eyes with her shadow. He opened them and then widened them at the sight of the naked woman, her legs slightly parted, standing over him, her cunt gaping slightly with a moisture gathering upon the darkened lips. “Hi, Mom. Gee, you look great. Going swimming?” She dropped down beside him and laid the towel over her lap, covering the bush and the quivering, desiring cunt beneath it. “Not right now, honey. Just wanted to join you, if you don't mind.” “Golly, I don't mind, Mom.” He grinned at her and, taking hold of his cock, he moved his hand up and down slowly, causing the organ to swell and strip back the foreskin. The dark-pink head bared itself, glistening in the sun, moist and full. She immediately recalled the taste of it upon her palate. “Mom, I sure did like what we did last night,” he said, slowly stroking his cock, his eyes upon her tits and the strutting nipples. “Timmy, you mustn't think about sex all the time,” she admonished, but her eyes never left the magnificent prick as she spoke. He was so thick and long, so smooth and silky-hard under the white skin. And the balls were wonderful to tease, making them move mysteriously in the hairy sac between his thighs. “Aw, Mom.

Boys think of sex all the time. Don't girls?' “No, they don't,” she told him. “They think of boys a lot, but not always of having sex with them.” “They don't know what they're missing.” He grinned.

He was beginning to move his hips a little, fucking his fist, the clear, sticky lubrication running down upon his fist. “Mom, have you ever been screwed in… in the ass?” he asked abruptly. His face reddened, and she smiled to herself. He was still a boy, embarrassed at certain words and phrases before his mother. “Yes, Timmy, I have. Why?” “Does it feel as good as being fucked in the… right place?” “Fucked in the cunt, Tim, that was what you wanted to say.” She smiled at him, and one of her hands caressed her tit, making the breast swell and the nipple quiver in the hot sun. “Yes, I have been fucked in the ass, Tim. It doesn't always feel as good as when it is done the other way. But if you like sex, then it is all right.”

“Doesn't it hurt? After all, the asshole isn't as big as your… cunt.” He hesitated in saying the word to her. “Sometimes, if the man is too quick, and pushes too fast, then it can hurt. But if he is easy and takes his time until the head of his cock is through the first muscles of the anus, then it will be all right.” He lay back, still stroking his huge cock. She reached over and took his hand away and took over the masturbation job herself. “Timmy… you loved what I did for you last night?” He nodded, his eyes shut, concentrating upon what she was doing. “Sure did.' She was silent a moment, then took his hand and placed it upon her cunt, spreading her legs and letting his fingers find their way to the juicy nest there. He fingered her and then took her clit between thumb and forefinger and caressed it until it stood erect, quivering in its need. “Timmy… have you ever… given a girl head?”

“What-oh, no. No, I never have.” He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Why?” She had her face turned from him, her hand moving slowly and steadily up and down his swollen, throbbing shaft. She was trembling with her want. “Mom… do you want me to love you with… my mouth?” She nodded, her face still turned. He removed her hand from him gently and sat up. “I will. I have wanted to do that for a long time. But you'll have to help me.” She finally turned to Mm and he saw the desire on her features, her eyes wide and dilated. Slowly she lay back and spread her thighs. “Begin with my breasts, honey. Kiss them and then work downward. When you get there I will tell you what to do.” He nodded and, lying beside her, his huge hard cock nudging her side, he lowered his mouth to her tits and licked and kissed first one and then the other. Slowly her passion built. Her breath came heavily and she moaned in her throat. She caressed his head and ran her hand down his back, stroking his sun-hot skin. Her hips slowly rotated, seductively hunching into the sand and against his side. He sucked her nipples until they stood reddened and above, thrusting out from the body of the tits. Then he began to lick and lap his way down her body, past her deep belly button to the fringe of her bush. “Now, honey,” she breathed, raising her knees and flexing them, then spreading her thighs widely, opening herself fully to him, “just run your tongue down the fold of my slit. There you will find, at the upper part, a stiff little man. He is standing out just like your beautiful cock is poking my thigh. Put your lips about it and suck it, just like you are sucking my nipples.” He hesitated momentarily, breathing in the aroma of woman, the ripe scent of cunt, urine and sweat, mingled with a perfume she had stroked upon her bush at the time of her bath. It was the most exciting odor he had ever experienced and it thrilled him to his core. She was breathing deeply and her hips rotated in a slow, thrilling rhythm, hunching gently up at his face. His eyes and nose were close to the dewy slit, the lips slightly opened to him. He lowered his face and his tongue touched the upper part of her cunt. “OOOOHHHhhhh, Timmy! You are doing it just right,” she crooned and, reaching down, she placed both hands on his head and guided him down a little more.

“There, right there.” And he saw it then. A little pink knot, surrounded by a fold of pink flesh. It throbbed visibly before his eyes. He laved it with his tongue, licking it rapidly and then slowly, until she was moaning with pleasure. He began to get the knack of it. The long stroke of the tongue up the slit, ending with the clit, and then back again. Pause long enough to thrust as deeply as possible into the darkness of her love-tunnel. Rub the sides with your tongue, lap and wiggle it, and then draw it out slowly, savoring the heat and the slickness and the wet, and then up to tease the “little man” again. His head was nodding in an ancient rhythm, his hands clasped under her, clutching the firm globes of her ass. She widened to him and held his head to her hot, steaming cunt, hunching now against his young tongue. God, it was so good! She moaned and threw back her head, her eyes closed, her hips thrusting and retreating. And then it was there. A toe-curling, belly-sagging, breath-stopping climax! She quivered and whimpered, her hands caressing his face, her hips hunching and twisting, and an unearthly keening coming from her throat. Another huge surge of feeling and she grunted and moaned, thrusting her cunt upward, mashing his face between the liquid-leaking folds of her vagina. He was licking and thrusting his tongue in and out like a small penis, and she was coming again and again. His face was smeared with her cunt-juice, slick, hot and salty-tasting. He loved it. As she came, he held her hips close and, placing his lips about the upthrusting form of her clit, he sucked on it rapidly, as he would suck and tug on a turgid nipple. She gasped and held his ears, moving his head back and forth, making her loins tingle and making her rise to her peak again, coming and coming, until she finally pushed his face away from her, closed her streaming thighs, and rolled over on her side. “God, Timmy… you're killing me! I'm so weak now,” she whispered, “that I couldn't walk from here to the patio.” He stretched out beside her, her back to him, spoon-fashioned. Seizing his rampant cock, he began to massage it again. “Mom,” he said, his voice trembling, “will you let me fuck you in the ass?” She sighed and turned over toward him. Pulling his head to her shoulder, she caressed his face and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. “My little boy wants to experience sex in every way imaginable. All right. Let me rest for an hour, for you took all my energy. Then we'll see how we can do, all right?” He nodded, looking down at his turgid cock, the head flared in passion and silvery-clear liquid oozing from the gaping slit. “I sure want to come, though. An hour is an awful long time.” She smiled at him and reaching down patted his cock. “He can use a rest. We've been making him work a lot the past two or three days. Let's wait the hour and then you'll come all the harder.” This was difficult for Tim, but he grumblingly agreed. He rose and walked slowly to the lake and then, wading in, he swam slowly and lazily out to the float, clambered aboard it, stretched out, and soon was dozing in the warm sun.