Don Russell: Mother every way

"What was it you said 'Oh, Christ!' about?" asked Danny. "Come on, Mom, tell me!"

"Oh, all right. There's a big long slit in the crotch."

"Hey! You mean they're made for screwing? You can get screwed without even taking them off?"

She nodded. "Honestly!"

"Hey, let me see, Mom! Huh?"

"For heaven's sake! No!"

"Aw, please! Please?"

"After supper, I guess."

"Well, okay I guess. But I can feel." He grabbed her before she realized his intention and pinned her arms behind her. Dragging her arms back and down, he forced her to bend her knees and spread them, and he thrust a finger through the slit and into her cunt.

Helen writhed on his finger, supper forgotten. God, I'm hot! she thought. I'm ready to explode the instant he touches me! But her son released her, caressing one of her tits for a moment before stepping back.

She panted, standing motionless, then reached for the bra. "This is just as bad," she muttered. She put it on, the half-cups lifting her boobs and making the upper slopes bulge while her nipples stood in the open.

"Man, that looks great! I thought that's what that thing was!" Dan leered at her.

"You're impossible!" she exclaimed. "I raised a sex fiend!"

"Mom, let's eat quick. You were going to teach me some more, and then we took time out for Smokey. I'm awful anxious."

She glanced respectfully at his erect young cock. "You look like it. All right, we'll hurry."

She found it impossible to know what they were eating when they finally sat down. She was too keenly aware of her near nakedness and Danny's frank concentration on her puckered nipples. Her pussy twitched incessantly and she could feel the wetness that had soaked the crotch of her panties. Her son wolfed his food, clearly paying as little attention to it as she. He spoke only once during the meal.

"You know, Mom? That sister of Vanessa's. I hate her. She's a snob. But I bet she fucks great! If I had my druthers, though, I'd like to spend a day with Vanessa like this one with you."

"Watch it, Dan. What we're doing today is fun. I like it. But it's still teaching, not a way to get you started making out with every woman you meet."

"But we're not going to stop just as soon as we're through learning, are we? Are we, Mom?"

She laughed. "I don't know. The way I feel right now, we could keep going forever. But I think I've gone a little crazy. It's going to depend."

"On what?"

"On things that wouldn't even occur to us now."

Dan finished his food and carried the dishes to the kitchen. He came back and surveyed her plate. "You going to eat the rest of that?"

She hesitated. "No. I've had enough."

"Okay." He snatched her dishes from the table and disappeared with them. He returned while Helen was still pushing her chair back.

She rose, aware of the fact that her son was hovering over her. He seized her and swung her from the floor.

"Danny! What…?"

He sat her on the edge of the table and pushed her onto her back.

"Danny! Stop it! What's going on?"

He forced her knees apart and elevated them. "I'm going to look at those pants. You said I could after supper."

"Good God!" she exclaimed.

He placed her feet against his shoulders and leaned over her, pressing her knees back to her chest. He felt the crotch of her panties, pulling the slit open with his thumbs and inserting both thumbs immediately into her pussy. She gasped and her feet slid over his shoulders. He grasped her hips and held them still, thrusting his cock against her. She twisted, but with a single smooth surge, he drove his cock fully into her, its base slamming solidly on her pussy.

"Ahhh!" she whispered. "Danny… oh, Danny… why does it make me want you so much when you do this?"

He shook his head. "Am I supposed to know?"

"Of course not! Just fuck me, baby!"

"I already know about that. Is there something I don't know about?"

"A lot, I suppose. All right. Pull it out while I can still think."

As Danny pulled out and backed away, lowering her legs, he drew her panties off. She sat up and removed the bra.

"Ready," she said.

"Can we do it in my room, Mom?" he smiled uncertainly.

"Yes. I guess so."

She followed him into his room, where she paused to reminisce for a moment. The shelves Art had put up for her son's model airplanes were still loaded with the dusty little relics. Dan's baseball bats stood in one corner, neglected for the past four years, and his splintered hockey sticks leaned in another. Those were idle only because they were too worn to use, she thought. It was probably a typical boy's room, littered with the accouterments of growing up, including yesterday's laundry scattered across the floor. Danny flung himself on his bed and stared at his mother, his gaze fixed on her pubic hair.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Okay." She approached the bed, eyeing his cock.

It lay at an angle on his belly, it's underside exposed. His pubic hair was still thin, but it curled tightly and was so black it looked like a solid mat. His balls lay in the though formed by his thighs, and the skin of his scrotum held them firmly. His cock was a dark cylinder against his coppery belly, and the head gleamed wetly, mute evidence of his readiness.

Helen felt a fierce pride in her son. She felt another emotion as she stood over him, and it drew her onto the narrow bed with him. She stretched out with her knees beside his head and rested her breasts on his belly. With one manicured fingertip, she stroked the shiny cockhead. The shaft twitched and his balls moved, pulled by a sudden tensing of the sac. She moved her finger in small circles on the bulge, feeling a tingle of excitement over the wet slipperiness. Her jaw ached and her mouth puckered.

Damn it! she thought. I watched Vanessa do it! I can do anything she can! She lowered her head and touched her lips to the wetness. She held them there for a moment, then drew back. Closing her hand around the shaft of Danny's cock, she touched her lips with her tongue. The metallic flavor made her gasp with desire, and she thrust her mouth against the cockhead again. She kissed it avidly, her tongue darting between her lips repeatedly to savor the pungent coating on it.

Danny caught her near knee and drew her thigh across his chest, exposing her pussy to his gaze. She felt fingers force her labia and she undulated her hips with pleasure. But she pressed her lips harder on the firm cock. She slid her lips onto it, making a circle of them to gird it and suck at the seeping slit. Danny's balls jerked and he drew one foot toward his butt.

"Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Mom, that feels bitchin'! Do you like to do it!"

"I want to right now, Danny." She quickly placed her mouth over the cockhead again. Opening her mouth widely, she forced it over the broad slopes and gulped the knob. Danny's shaft was too bulky to permit any but the slightest relaxation of her jaw, and she was worried that she might bite down. She sucked, swallowing occasionally to clear her throat of the slow trickle of liquid. She remembered the way Vanessa had stroked her lips up and down Art's shaft and tried to do the same for Danny. The nose of his cock bumped the back of her throat almost at once, and she resigned herself to sucking, her tongue probing continuously at the hot flesh.

Danny's hips rose and fell and his hand twisted about in her cunt. His trembling convinced Helen that her son was unlikely to let her prolong her experiment very much. She raised her head, letting the heavy bulb free.

"Danny, honey?"

"Mmph! Yeah?"

"Did that feel good? You want me to suck some more?"

"Wow! Yeah! Would you?"

"Yes. But we're going to change positions."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Move over."

Danny moved and Helen stretched out beside him on her back.