Don Russell: Mother every way

"Easy the first time," she cautioned him.

He didn't force her down, only guided her hips as he withdrew support, letting her own weight force her reluctant sphincter over the great bulb.

"Oh, Jesus!" she groaned aloud as her sphincter slowly dilated and swallowed the fat knob of his cock.

Her ass burned furiously, lacking sufficient lubrication. Her finger nails dug viciously into the flesh of his bare shoulders and her jaws clenched so tight that her neck hurt as she settled slowly onto the long shaft, silently enduring the fiery sensation of first entry.

When they were first married and still experimenting she had done this several times with Art. After the initial pain passed she had enjoyed it immensely. But that had been a long time ago and Danny was much bigger than Art.

"Oh, no! Danny, it's too much! Please, don't!" she begged. "Not so deep, Danny! You're going to hurt me!"

But Danny appeared to have further plans for her in his own build-up. He lifted her higher during one of the strokes, and she writhed helplessly while the wide shoulders of his cockhead tugged against her asshole and her sphincter slowly stretched enough to give up its enormous prisoner. When he lowered her again his cock drove upward into her cunt. There was no change in the motion, except she slid faster each time she was dropped, slamming onto the base of his cock with jarring blows. And the sensations seemed more intensely sexual.

On the next upstroke he shifted again and she came down with her ass still burning but empty and her pussy crammed full. The sensation was so intense that lights exploded in her brain, she quivered from head to toe and her cunt clenched spasmodically on her son's cockshaft. Vaguely, through the mist of her climax she heard Danny's voice. "That's a good one, huh, Mom?"

At last – and still without having reached an orgasm – her son peeled her off his cock. He thrust her away from him, pressing her back against one side of the tub and kneeling astride her body. "How is it, Mom?" he asked. "Good, huh?"

He grinned proudly and thrust his belly forward grasping his cock in one hand a rubbing it across her mouth. Even in her dazed condition, her pussy hardened and her mouth watered at the sensation of the velvety cockhead on her lips. She dabbed at the thin coating of his fluid with her tongue.

"I'm something special, huh, Mom? Boy, I know some things to do!" He placed his hands in her armpits and lifted, sliding her more nearly erect. "I'm ready now, Mom. I thought this up by myself!"

He pressed against her, laying his cock in the cleft between her breasts, his thighs shoving up and in against the fullness of her globes. Raising her hands, he placed her palms on the outer slopes of her boobs and pushed until her flesh closed over the base and lower shaft of his cock. His balls rested against her solar plexus, bumping when she inhaled. His cock reared from between her breasts with its head touching the point of her chin.

"See, Mom? Room service! Boobs and mouth at the same time! Okay?"

Despite the revulsion she experienced at his egotism, she throbbed from the combined stimulus of the pulsing warmth between her boobs and the heavy scent of the bulb at her lower lip. "Okay, Son," she murmured. A spasm of desire seized her and she grunted. "Yes! Yes, Danny!" She lowered her face, her mouth opening widely to envelop his cockhead.

Her son pumped his hips slowly, his shaft sliding freely between the foamy surfaces of her boobs and his cockhead rubbing a path along the roof of her mouth to the arch of her throat. The tip of her tongue jabbed into his slit, exploring the quivering walls, and she sucked frantically. He pumped faster, a recurrent tremor betraying his growing agitation. Helen kneaded the sides of her breasts without being conscious of the act and pushed them to present her nipples to the friction of her son's belly.

Danny bent his neck abruptly, resting his chin on his chest and gritting his teeth audibly. His cock pulsed and steaming, thick jism welled into the back of Helen's mouth. She gulped, swallowing his cum as fast as he pumped it, the sweet-sour flavor making the back of her jaw buzz. She had a moment of detached realization that she wasn't going to come and an immediate surge of satisfaction in the knowledge. Her dazed condition cleared abruptly, leaving her alert and calm.

When Danny's rigidity ebbed, she was content to allow her own passion to cool without resolution. She sucked his cockhead dry and removed her hands from her breasts. Danny continued to lean against her for a time, then slid back into the water to rest.

"Whew!" He grinned wearily at his mother. "Whew! Some fuck, Mom!"

She returned his gaze coolly. "Danny, it's time we started treating that word with proper respect."

"Huh?" He stared.

"Fuck is a powerful word. It's short and pungent and earthy. It's sound sort of reaches down into a person's guts and makes them feel like what it means. It loses all that if it's used at the wrong times or with the wrong meaning. Understand?"

"I guess so." He shook his head slowly.

Helen actuated the drain lever and rose to her feet. She reached across to the towels and handed one to her son, sponging at the water that coursed down her own body.

"Hey!" Danny protested. "You said I could dry you!"

"You can. I'm just getting the worst of it so I won't make a big puddle on the floor."

"Oh." Danny toweled himself rapidly and clambered out of the tub.

Helen accepted her son's help as she stepped out and stood quietly while he fondled her through the towel. His hands aroused her, even through the thick terrycloth, and she made no effort to resist the impulses that coursed through her. She permitted herself to squirm when she felt like it and to thrust her pussy harder against Danny's hand when he dried it, frankly parting her thighs to heighten her pleasure. But when she was dry and Danny had tossed the towel aside, she vetoed his attempt to resume his feeling-up.

"Huh? But, Mom!" Danny looked deeply puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"You're looking forward to another two hours of sex, I suppose."

"Well… well, aren't we going to?"

"No."

"Why not? Aw, shit, Mom!"

"Danny!" she drew herself erect. "That'll be all of that kind of language."

"But gee, MOM! What's all the fuss?"

"No fuss. Just time we understood each other. Time to find out where each of us stands."

He attempted to divert her. "Rather lay," he said with a grin.

"Of course!" She smiled. "Look, Danny. You've got to learn a lot yet before you can spend all your time on sex. Maybe then you'll know better. The point is, this thing of ours got started in a sort of misunderstanding. When you found those doors open and barged in on me, you made some remark about having had the wrong idea about privacy. Well, modesty's another word that has something to do with privacy. Privacy and modesty mean just about the same thing in this house now as they did before that day."

"The same kinds of off-limits things, Mom?"

"Yes. You caught me in the very worst spot in my changeover of ideas and… well, values. I'm not going into that with you, but things were so confused I let you assume things that weren't true. And I let you make plans that aren't going to get carried out."

"Like what plans, Mom?"

She saw an edge of fear in his expression. He knows he's about to lose something that he thought he had sewed up, she thought. She felt a pang of sympathy, but her obligation was clear. "Like your idea we were going to play sex games every time the coast was clear… that you had a license to play sex games with me whenever you felt like it. It's not going to work that way. You lucked out about getting a real life demonstration of what Mr. Duffy was talking about. You even got to try out some pretty wild ideas of your own. But that's as far as it goes. I get my sex from your father, and I like it. When it's time for you to get yours, you're on your own. I'll answer questions. I might even listen to fantasies sometime and tell you how they affect me – or whether I think they're possible. But I'm not going to be a guinea pig for you."