Unknown: Mother, may I

Then all her thoughts were swept away by a violent turmoil seething about his cock.

She whispered, "Move a little."

He jogged inside her.

The turmoil became a storm. Her face burned. Her hips wrenched and her cunt sucked the long cylinder of meat.

She was coming!

Flames filled her vision. He drove into her, hard. His scrotum slapped her ass.

That set her off.

"Sonny, I'm coming. I'M COMING!" she cried.

Sonny could not believe that he was lying on Lily's naked body, squashing the twin cushions of her tits, his cock pronged into her steaming, jellied cunt.

Before he had a chance to get used to it she began jerking, twisting, writhing, tossing. Her face was red and her upper lip beaded with sweat.

"My cunt," she choked. "It's all slippery and twisted up!"

"What should I do?"

"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"

He began pumping. Her cunt had sucked in, hermetically sealed, entirely full and squeezing his rod.

Her heels dug into his spine.

She arched up against him, thrusting violently. He did his best to meet her heaves but her movements were erratic.

Then she wailed, "Sonny! There! I'm coming! It's up my cunt, Sonny! Agghh! Oh-hhhh!"

With that she collapsed.

Her legs dropped from his back. Her arm grip eased, her hands sliding down his shoulders, falling limply to the bed.

He raised up to look down at their joined crotches, at their merged pubic hair, to make sure this was really happening.

He saw his cock, all slimy, lift out of Lily's furry cunt. It moved quite easily now. Like he had the knack of it. He watched himself raise out and then horn back in.

He whispered, "Lily, gosh, you know, I'm really fucking you!"

She smiled, kind of lopsided. "You dumb prick."

"Why do you say that? Are you mad at me? Don't you like me?"

She drew him down and kissed his cheek.. "I wouldn't let anybody else fuck me."

"Lily, did you ever, before this-"

"Just candles. But they're smaller than your cock."

"Candles?"

"Oh, you dumb prick!" But she was hugging him and again she crossed her legs on his back and arched up, impaling herself on his rod. He got, the idea that dumb prick meant she loved him but before the idea could really sink in something happened to his cock, like it had grown to double size and stiffened to an iron pry bar. He was sweeping in and out of her, long, rushing strokes, and his scrotum felt a foot long, a pendulum whacking her ass.

She whispered, her voice calm, "You're coming, Sonny."

He choked, "But you-you already did. What should I do?"

"You're doing it. Just shoot it into me. I'll go over the top again. With you."

His muscles drew out twangingly tight. His movements were becoming mechanical, stiff, as though he were a machine controlled by something other than his mind.

Lily lipped up to meet his thrusts. Her cunt seemed to gulp at his meat. There was a subdued violence to her movements, a hard rhythm and yet it was all sloshy.

His cockhead escaped her cunt. Cool air struck it. He jabbed, missed, slid up her split. Frantically he thrust a hand down between their bodies to finger it back in. He was jerking so hard that he stabbed her satiny thigh, then her muff, before he found her hole. But once the head was in, it whooshed right up the curve of her vagina.

She whimpered, "My belly is swollen. It's going to bust."

He was burning all over. He raised off, banged it in hard. Then he began fucking in and out so fast that it became a blur.

His cock had lengthened, a yard-long stiff curve sludging in and out of her.

He was violently, visually aware of his hidden prick. He could imagine every contour, the flattish stem, the bulging veins at the sides, the flaring arrowhead plunging into her convulsing hole. The rest of his body was just a propellant. His sole being was that enormous cock burying itself in Lily's split.

He was aware of her sucking, boiling cunt, and yet not at all. He was a living, rampant, throbbing cock trying to blow his end off. Balls each weighing ten pounds slapped Lily's ass. Jesus, his scrotum was a foot long! When he jerked back his nuts flew up to his ass, then flailed down, whipping her pearly buttocks.

They exploded.

He was howling. He felt two limber pencils uncoil from his balls, sort of like spaghetti, not liquid at all, joining inside his cock, trying to squeeze out. They could not pass the head. It hurt. He was fucking violently but they would not go.

It burst. Not a pencil, not spaghetti. Gobs flying, a streamer of gobs clinging together as they flew into Lily's cunt.

She shrieked, "Coming, coming, Sonny! My cunt is coming on your cock! Shoot it into me!"

He still roared. More blobs burst from him. He mouthed Lily's lips. She sucked the tongue right out of his mouth.

She bridged her back and whacked against him.

He sawed in and out of her, delivering more, spurting until something drooled out of her cunt and wet his balls, her juice or his jism, he did not know which, only knew that she was overflowing.

He groaned loudly as the last spewing release triggered his collapse.

They lay facing on the bed, her head on his arm. She was smiling.

He whispered, "Did you-like it?"

She turned her head and nibbled his shoulder. She bit rather hard.

He asked, "Don't you want to talk about it?"

"I don't mind. I was thinking, I never thought your big cock would fit into me. My cunt is more roomy than I figured. After that it was easy. I came twice. Did you know I came twice?"

"I couldn't miss it."

At that moment the phone rang.

Lily raised her head, listening. The ringing persisted. She climbed over him and hurried out toward the hall.

He watched her bobbing white asscheeks disappear through the doorway..

It had all been so crazy, wild, explosive, that he hardly knew what had happened. Lily seemed calm, contented. But he was all loose ends and tangles.

He heard her talking on the phone. Shortly she returned. She picked up the comb she had dropped on the floor and stood by the dresser combing out her bangs, her titties jiggling. Her crotch hair was all wet and glistening. Between the vertical hair furrows he could see her delicate inner lips.

"It was Daddy," she said. "He's coming home early, in about two hours, to haul those last petunias to the Circle Market."

She spoke softly, and her pose, a hip shot out, completely at ease despite her nudity, put heart into him. He grinned with pleasure.

Done combing her hair, she glanced down at her pussy. He saw her impish look, a sudden grin, a flash of her eyes. She began combing her pubic hair downward. She bowed her legs and combed the lip furrows apart until those slim, glossy pink inner lips were fully exposed, standing out like rose petals.

Her cunt hair now mimicked her bangs. Sonny laughed.

She dropped the comb on the dresser and came and jumped on him. They rolled on the bed, giggling, hugging each other's hot, naked flesh.

Pausing, Lily said, "I'm all gooky. Feel my crotch." She seized his hand and thrust it in between her legs.

Her inner thighs and lip hair were slippery with cunt juice and jism.

He asked, "Do you want to clean up?"

"God, no. I love it." She curled an arm about his neck and kissed him. Then she lay back smiling up at him, her dark eyes glowing. "Sonny, are you going to take me to the movies tonight?"

He nodded.

"In the movies, kiss me. So everybody sees. I want them to know. Okay?"

She made him feel awfully good.

Her hand sneaked in between his thighs and cupped his balls against his limp cock.

He gazed at her breasts, milky cones sloping toward him. He stroked them, drawing fingertip circles about the nipples.

She whispered, "Suck my titties?"