Jerry Milner - A lesson from aunt Barbara

The fire-like heat, of her cunt surrounding his fuck knob, the extreme heat of his cockhead searing her cuntal tissues, brought both mother and son to a plateau of synchronized brain waves. They were no longer two separate people, however related by blood. They were one. They were complete. The cock of the world had returned to the cunt of the world. The flesh that had always been the same flesh was, at long last reunited. The cock that had come out of that cunt had, finally, returned to its only safe harbor, its only true nesting place.

Without breaking their kiss, Betty Sue raised her hips and flexed her pussy muscles, sucking with her cuntal mouth along the length of her son's cock, pulling at it, drawing it deeper inside her, the snapping, clasping walls of her soft buttery cuntal depths moving apart for the massive intrusion of his rampantly hard fuck shaft.

Erik pushed forward with all his might, sinking his cock into his mother's eagerly clasping pussy beyond the root of it, his balls in their ballsac nestled tightly against his mother's asshole that flexed, her anal lips kissing her son's balls again and again. Erik's blond-haired pubic mound was grinding tight against his mother's clitoris, forcing her cuntal mouth wide because of the fat girth of his cock base and tormenting her with the pressures there, against her super-sensitive fuck button, sending wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure through all her nerve endings that went directly to the head of his cock, pressing solidly against the mouth of her womb, tying to regain entrance to that sacred chamber that had spawned him, his devoted, mother-loving cock, in the first place.

Her pussy rippled all along the whole long length of his steel-hard cock shaft and squeezed repeatedly the head of it, the wide flaring coronal ridge that so distended her pussy flesh, that so stuffed her full, making her feel every fraction of every inch of her son's rock-like fuck flesh, the heavy meat of his genitalia that was now, once again, only hers to hold and to enjoy.

The sensations, the heat of her soft buttery cuntal depths that his cock was so soothingly marinating within, caused the teen to shudder all over, his ripples even vibrating along the length of his cock inside her, thereby increasing the pleasant sensations for them both.

Then he began moving it around, as he remembered his Aunt Barbara telling him he should do, frictioning his cock from side to side within his mother's cuntal passage, finally pulling it back, then sending it back in with a clit-ramming thump that she just loved to the ends of her curled-up toes. It was good!

Erik pulled his dick back further and sliced it back in quicker, deeper, bottoming out against her womb and her clit at the same time, the sensations surrounding the head of his cock, her clit, becoming stronger and better. Instinctively he knew how to do it then, and he began a rapidly hunching, long-dicking pace, pulling his cock all the way out of his mother's cunt, then ramming it solidly back in before her gaping wide cuntal mouth had a chance to close shut behind it.

The thrill of his discovery, the flesh-stretching, full belly feeling of his flesh being repeatedly inserted within hers, gave Betty Sue the greatest thrill of her entire life and she began fucking back at her son, pacing her up and down hip thrusts to match his, intensifying the cock-in-cunt pounding friction.

Then, unable to control himself any longer, the sensations of his mother's repeating, machine-gun like clasping orgasm and her cum that had been bathing his cockhead in liquid fire became too much for him. He broke the kiss, turning his head to the side and gasping for air, his tortured lungs aching and his throbbing balls demanding a release the teen had never really experienced.

"I'm going to cum, Mother!" he said, shocking her back to instant reality with that one word. "It's so good, fucking is! I never dreamed anything could feel like this! Or like this… or this!"

He kept hunching his cock in and out of her in rapid, tight frictioning rhythm, trying to prolong his first fuck as long as possible but reaching the inevitable and nonetheless. "Oh, shit!" he said. "I'm almost there! I can't wait any longer! I'm going to cum, Mother! I'm going to cum! There! And there! And… God, can you feel it? Christ, I'm cumming! Oh, God, feel it! Feel my cum, Mother! Shit there it goes! I can't hold it back any more! And there! and there! God, I'm cumming! I'm cccuuummmihnnnggg! Oh, Christ, it feels so good! So fucking good! I'm actually cumming inside of you, Mother, my cock's cumming inside your cunt and I'm… I'm really a man at last!"

All cummed out, eighteen-year-old ex-virgin Erik Swensen collapsed in a fainting swoon atop his mother's cum-filled body, his cock still enormous and rigid and buried full-length within her spasming, muscle rippling, cuntal depths.

There was just that way, silent and motionless, for what seemed like hours, though it wasn't really nearly that long. Then, still silent, because neither of them yet knew what words to use, the shock of the whole incident heavy on both their minds, Erik felt his cock slowly relaxing, shrinking within the cum-filled cavern of his mother's cunt. Then, without warning, it popped out of the hole all by itself, running on a gentle flow of their mingled cum and fuck fluids.

His cockhead dripping cum, splattering, spotting the carpet and dripping down his thighs, Erik silently walked to the door, unlocked it, and went out of the room without once looking back.

Betty Sue lay there for a long time, hearing the sounds of Erik's shower running, wondering what it was she was supposed to feel, to think, after what she had just done. Surely it wasn't right to feel nothing but the pleasure of their fuck. Surely it wasn't right to feel the throbbing, pulsating pleasure that still radiated outwardly from her thoroughly fucked cunt.

Finally, the sun high outside and the morning well on its way toward noon, Betty Sue had to check the time and to grasp the rest of reality, moving into Saturday.

My God, I'm supposed to go pick up Johan… Jesus Christ, in an hour and a halt she thought, jumping out of bed and running toward her bathroom, wondering if the fuck smells would clear from the room before Johan entered it, hoping he would never even dream of the extent of her wanton depravity.

Barbara Jean Crocker had followed her sister's angry orders almost to the letter. She grabbed up her things, hastily packing, and jammed them into her little Rabbit, almost oblivious to the sobs and shouts and mumbles coming from Betty Sue's bedroom. Then without hesitating, she drove away from the house and headed to the cross-town freeway, determined to drive nonstop back to her own house, miles away.

And the farther any from Betty Sue she drove, the more unreal the whole situation became to her. Finally Barbara realized that it was impossible for her to separate from her sister, however annoyed Betty Sue was. And it was no more possible for Betty Sue to live without Barbara, as well.

There was nothing left for them to do but have a face-to-face confrontation, a show-down, and get it all out in one big blast of anger and emotion.

The only thing left for Barbara Jean to decide was when it should take place. Should I go back to Betty Sue's, she asked herself or wait for her to come see me?

And as the thoughts took shape in her mind, her little VW moved at top speed across the highway, leaving town far behind and moving through the open landscape of the countryside, the trees and the wild flowers all lushly green and in brilliant blossom, brought on by the unexpected heavy rainy season that had just passed.

When? she thought. Tomorrow? Next week? Tonight? Me first? Betts first? Shit, fuck! Why did things have to get so fouled up just when they were about to get so good?