Don Russell: Mother every way

As she closed the back door she heard Danny come in through the front.

After a moment of silence, he called out. "Hey! Anyone home? Where is everybody?"

She smiled. "Here I am Danny."

"Oh. Okay."

She went through the kitchen to the dining room and saw her son disappearing in to his room. He reappeared at once.

"Had to get rid of my books," he said. "Hey, where's Dad?"

"He went out. He'll be back for supper."

"Oh. Good! Hey, Mom, any apples? I'll eat one while I'm watching you take a bath." He paused and a question showed in his expression. "You didn't take it yet, did you? You promised, Mom!"

She shook her head. "No. No, I haven't taken it yet."

"Great! Bitchin', Mom! Hey, I got an idea! I'll eat that apple later; I'll take a bath with you, Mom! Won't that be something else!"

He seized her and crushed her to him, twisting her so her breasts rubbed on his chest. His hand slid through the overlap on the front of her gown and pressed between her thighs to bury itself among the folds of her pussy. She squirmed, warmth rising through her and a surge of excitement momentarily making her giddy.

"Oh, Danny!" she whispered. "Please!"

"Oh, okay." He withdrew his hand after letting one fingertip dart into her cunt for an instant. "Okay, I guess. Come on. We've got a lot of time."

They had, she realized. They had time for Danny to carry out any number of boyish games with her, and she was convinced his was an inventive imagination. She shivered and backed away. They went to the master bath, where she knelt to start the water. She used a generous portion of bubblebath, knowing she'd be grateful for the thick suds at first. After that, she thought with a sigh, I won't care. I know it!

Instead of waiting for the tub to fill, Danny returned to his room to undress. "It's like filling a swimming pool," he muttered as he left.

When he returned he was totally naked and had a massive hard-on. Helen felt a painful surge of desire at the sight of his youthful leanness as he strode into the room completely unabashed by his stiff erection. She was struck again by the over-sized appearance of his cock and its darkness. He looked as if someone had constructed him out of spare parts, giving him a boy's body – beautifully developed, but a boy's nonetheless – and a giant's prick. There was no mistaking his immaturity, however. He had a massive hard-on, his cock engorged and already dripping long, thin strands of his colorless pre-cum fluid. Helen's mouth watered.

Danny was as eager as his hard-on made him appear. He went immediately to his mother and untied her belt, drawing back the front of her gown to expose her creamy nakedness. His eyes glittered and he licked his lips. Helen quailed before his fierce expression of hunger. She clutched his forearms, recognizing his physical tension by the iron-hard condition of his muscles. With as little attention to her resistance as if her hands were at her sides, he raised his arms and slipped the gown off her shoulders. She released his wrists and let the garment slide off her arms and tumble to the floor.

Her son breathed hard as he ran his hands over her. "I thought about you all day, Mom," he said. "I kept seeing you like this and getting a hard-on." He grinned wryly. "By the end of the first period my balls ached so bad I could hardly make it to the next class!"

She whispered. "Danny…" And she stopped, having nothing to say.

She quivered, standing motionless while he continued to caress her. Her flesh tingled and there was a pressure in her lungs she couldn't ease. She knew nothing would help the dryness in her mouth, but she kept trying to generate saliva. Time seemed to her to have frozen, and she had a weird presentiment that she would stand before her son through eternity, his hands stroking her and his eyes devouring her.

"Isn't that tub full enough yet?" he asked.

She tore her gaze from his face and looked down. "Yes! If we're both going to get in there, it'll run over if it's any fuller!"

He stopped and turned the valves, then helped her as she stepped down into the water. She sank grateful into the foam, thankful as she's expected for the momentary respite from Danny's attention. He followed her in and luxuriated in the hot, foamy water. The dark purple knob of his erection poked up just above the surface of the water.

"Wow! This is all right! A guy could get to like this!" he exclaimed. "Maybe chicks have the right idea!"

She smiled. "It's a woman's secret – the way we unwind."

He grinned. "Be as good a place to wind up as unwind," he remarked. "Let's try it." He pulled her around, her back against his belly, and forced her legs apart. To keep them spread to his liking, he raised his knees and planted his feet between her thighs. She raised her own knees to ease the strain and gasped when he grabbed her pussy. He wasted little time finding her clitoris. He rubbed it gently, the soapy water making his fingertips slide easily on its sensitive surfaces, and Helen gulped with sudden lust. Her cunt felt as if it would look like a fish's mouth at feeding time, snapping greedily at nothing.

She grunted and thrust her hands between her back and her son's belly to seize his cock. He forced the fingers of one hand into her cunt and pulled her forward, tilting her and forcing her even further open.

"Danny! Danny!" she writhed against him.

Her clitoris felt raw before he abandoned his massage and she was certain he'd sensed how close she had come to orgasm. He kept one hand at her pussy, still thrust deeply into it, and slid the other under her to squeeze her buttocks. His fingers probed toward her rectum, and she raised herself involuntarily for the penetration she knew would come. She felt one finger force its way into her, then gasped and cried out as another joined it. The dual insertion, with his hands filling both her cunt and her rectum, destroyed the last vestiges of her self-control. She jerked her legs around his and thrust her ass about wildly. Her arms shook with the force of her grip on her son's cock, and she used the rock-hard prick as a lever for her thrashing. Her boobs surged in and out of the water, splashing great gobs of foam up and onto the surrounding floor.

"Omigod! Omigod! Danny, I'm already cumming! AGHHH!"

"You've got a long way to go, Mom." Danny's voice sounded strained. "My cock's got a fierce load, and you're going to be all over it!"

She groaned, the rigidity of her climax reaction fading, and lay back panting. "Oh, my! Oh, my, Danny! I couldn't help it!"

"It doesn't matter. You can come over and over." He captured her clitoris under his thumb without evacuating either her ass or her pussy.

She shrieked. "NO! Please, Danny! It's too tender right now! Ohhh, please!"

He ignored her pleading and new streaks of intolerable excitement stabbed her. She struggle to stop him, but his legs held hers helplessly apart and she found his elbows had her arms trapped.

"Damn you, Danny! You just don't care if it hurts, do you?"

"Aw, you're just saying that, Mom. It really feels good, only you want to wait in between times."

"No! No, I tell you it hurts!"

"Pain and excitement are all the same… no, pain and pleasure. One of the guys said he read that in a book."

The cocky little bastard! she thought of Danny. This time he happens to be right. It's really just too much pleasure to take. But that pleasure pain bit could get dangerous! She gave up analysis; pleasure had overcome reluctance and she was flailing about on his hands again.

She reached such a high pitch that she only vaguely knew when he pulled out his fingers. She was conscious only of the fact that she was terribly full and deliriously happy at one point, then empty and yearning at another.

He lifted her up and sat her down on his cock with the head lodged at her rectum.