Emerson Taylor: Bitch mother

"I think you're working us both up for a fuck!" she whispered. "At least, that's what you're doing to me. I hope it's working that way for you, too!"

Mike admitted that this was exactly what was on his mind, and Marie had no doubt whatever that he would soon have that magnificently swollen cock deep in her cunt; the only question was how this was to be done. She remembered the night before and how she had mounted him. Remembering this, she pulled him onto her body with impetuous hands and reached down to guide his rigid prick between the lips of her pussy. She sighed gently as she rubbed the huge, distended cockhead up and down her fragrant, moist furrow, so hot with lusty fervor; the mere feel of his cock against her pussy was almost enough in itself to bring her oft she knew.

Mike muttered an indistinct phrase, which she took to mean am expression of urgency, and she obediently stuffed the prick down into the mouth of her cunt. At the same time she threw her legs around him and locked her heels together at the small of his back; he rode into her with a sharp lunge that sent a third of his stiff cock spearing deep into the heart of her cunt. She cried out sharply upon feeling so much of the lust swollen tool plunge inward; the size of his cock seemed much greater now, and she threw her cunt up to him in a motion of total surrender. Cries of lusty joy ebbed from her lips, forced into life by the tremendously passionate forces at work within her fully aroused body; she rubbed her boobs into his broad chest and thrived as her nipples scraped against him, sending shudders of ecstatic delight over her flesh.

They fucked each other with a mounting fervor that quickly led to long, loud cries of agonized joy as both of them gave voice to the emotions raging through their lust-tom bodies. Mike began coming when he drove his stiff cock into his mother's cunt for the third time; she felt the big tool squirt out another jet of scalding sperm as it nosed into the deepest part of her cunt. The sensation set off an answering explosion within her own loins, and she began fucking with more intensity than ever. Her animated gyrations naturally heightened the boy's climax and, as he emptied his balls into her womb with loud cries of joy, she felt her cunt turn into a pulsing, fiery mass of anguished flesh. Heaving and shuddering with every movement of their bodies, she fucked her way to a long and exhausting climax, one that persisted until long after Mike's big balls had ceased to spit out that intoxicatingly delicious cream.

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. "I'd forgotten what it was to fuck like that! Mmmm, you made me come over and over again. I thought I'd never stop!"

"Better than old Ryan?" he asked in a gentle, chiding tone.

"Oh, you know about him, eh? God, I've hated myself sometimes for giving in to him," she muttered, worried about his reaction. "But then… well, I just couldn't see anything else but to go ahead."

He assured her that she would never have to turn to Ryan again for her quota of sex, a promise which affected her in an odd way. On the one hand, she readily admitted that Mike was far superior to Ryan as a lover; the boy's sexual vigor and readiness to learn were assets which Ryan could never have. Still, he was her son, and Marie was not so broadminded that she could accept incest with no qualms whatever. It would take a supreme effort of her will, she knew, to turn her back upon so satisfying a lover as Mike, and she could see that she might well have to learn to live with the fact of incest.

They disengaged themselves after a while, and Marie went to fix their breakfast. After putting the breakfast dishes away they looked at each other silently, read the agreement in each other's eyes and returned to her bedroom. They spent most of that day sprawled on her bed, and at the end of the day she still had not marked a single exam paper. She had, however, administered a thorough-going sex test to her son, and had found him passing in every respect.

Their sex continued to blossom, and for the next week they thought of little else but their need for each other. Mike showed no qualms whatever about fucking his mother, and proved to be quite as proficient with his tongue as with his cock. They sucked each other in a variety of positions, often timing their climaxes so that they erupted at the same time; Marie especially loved to feel her cunt turning upside down and squeezing itself empty of every emotion at the same time that her mouth was being filled to overflowing with her partner's hot, sticky jism.

By fucking and sucking each other at every opportunity, they quickly cemented a new and far deeper relationship than they had had before. Thus Marie was especially put out when Paul Ryan called her at school on Friday, a week after the night when she had sucked and fucked her son for the first time, and insisted that she go out with him that evening. She tried to stall him off, but he refused to accept any of her evasions. She dared not refuse him point-blank; legend in the teachers' lounge had it that the few teachers who had declined his invitations had been teaching elsewhere the following year. Marie felt very secure in her home and had no desire whatever to find a new teaching job. She finally reluctantly accepted his repeatedly pressed invitation and agreed to meet him at seven that night.

Mike exploded with rage when she told him of her capitulation to Ryan. He fumed mightily when she tried to explain her giving in; she could tell that his outburst was aimed mostly at the lecherous Ryan, though inevitably some of his fury washed back upon her, too. Marie tried to point out to him the delicacy of her position, but that only made his anger hotter. The quarrel ended with him angrily stamping out of the house. Marie's heart sank as she watched the boy flee; she could not blame him for being angry, even at herself, since she felt a deep sense of disgust with herself as well as with Ryan. She wearily stacked the dinner dishes and went off to her bedroom to prepare herself for the evening ahead.

Ryan took Marie to a neighboring town, and they went to an "adult" movie house. The first film, "Playground Swingers", was very much like several of the other fuck films she had seen with him, and involved three young couples who tried to pass themselves off as young teenagers. The girls looked to be about twenty, perhaps; they were an very well-built and fairly good-looking. The boys were an average lot, though one had an enormous cock which reminded Marie of her son's bulging prick. The couples quickly went through their paces and spent the remainder of the first hour fucking and sucking in a wide variety of positions. The boys moved from girl to girl, shoving their pricks into mouths and cunts with equal readiness, and Marie was again reminded of the special joy she had felt when she had tasted her own cunt juice on her son's stiff cock. Paul sat tensely through the film, barely moving; he did not care for hand-holding or other forms of physical contact while he watched the actors and actresses going through their lustful paces.

Marie settled back to watch the pricks being devoured by young, greedy mouths and cunts. As she watched, growing more and more aware of her own hot pussy – in spite of her feelings toward Ryan, she could not help being aroused at the sight of so much sexual activity – she wondered how Mike would react if he were sitting beside her. She tried to imagine herself occupying a seat beside him, and inevitably she saw herself reaching out to caress his prick, perhaps opening her own thighs to his questing hand in turn. She would remove her panties before going into the movie house with him, she thought; it would be nice to feel his strong, gentle fingers playing over her naked pussy as they watched other pussies being licked and probed in the most lascivious ways.