Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

"Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great distance. "Yes, oh, God! Kevin, it feels so good!" she whined softly, the maddening slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed asshole driving her to greater frenzy.

"Then tell me it's better than Pa. Tell me that," he demanded, suddenly increasing the thrust of his sword-like driving lewdly bloated instrument through the ravished sucking walls of her hungering cunt.

"I'll tell you anything you want," she moaned. "Just keep on doing it. Yes, you do it better. You fuck me much better than your father does… when he does. Oh, Kevin, you know how to really fuck me. Keep it up!"

Kevin gloated above her on the lewdly squeaking mattress. He had gotten her to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over the insanely thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip and draw itself up and down the rigid length of his veined cock at will. He bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing head almost through the walls of her hungrily dilating womb.

"I-I never had it so gooooddd," she repeated of her own volition now.

He moved one hand down from her wildly rotating asscheeks and played teasingly with his finger at the widely spread crack. Then he prodded one finger in through the softly giving crack, finding her warm virginal asshole ready and almost accepting his probe. She jerked back, startled at first, as he began moving the finger in tiny circles around the tightly puckering little opening, pressing tentatively and then pushing in through the firm, elastically stretching lips.

"Aaaaauuuuggghhh," she screamed when he fucked his finger in a quarter inch farther, and she mumbled out words incoherently at him between heavily panting gasps from the pain in her rectum.

But then, as after he had first thrust his inflamed cock into her hungry pussy, the pain drifted into a new inexplicable pleasure, one that she did not wish to stop. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her asshole passage from her cunt she could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the bottom of his lusty cock pushing against his invading finger, his huge male member sliding smoothly in and out in rhythmic unison with the obscene assault at her nether hole.

"Oh, good, Kevin! Fuck me! Fuck me good," she chanted mindlessly. "Split me! Split meeee!"

Kevin shoved a second ravaging finger in, sinking both all the way up to the palm of his hand. He dug them cruelly into the tight fleshy asshole, and Liz jerked up, her wildly undulating ass rising several inches from the spongy mattress to escape the second sudden intrusion in her backside. But Kevin had timed it well and fucked his grinding pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his cock deeper into her hungering cunt. There was nothing she could do to escape the kaleidoscoping pinwheel of sensation that spun through her loins. She was hopelessly impaled at both ends by his fingers and lusthardened cock, and in her sex-crazed state of mind, she could not distinguish one blurry stab of pain from another electric pulse of ecstatic pleasure. All she knew was that this young man, her own and only son, was fucking her as she had never been fucked before in her entire life!

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue wetly into his mouth and receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another cock that swirled and poked at the insides of her cheeks. Then she moved her hand down between their now sweat-slickened bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their slapping groins until it came to rest on the gourdlike sac of his semen bloated balls. His fingers sunk mere fractions of an inch away into her voraciously sucking little rectum, occasionally brushing against her hand while she fondled and squeezed gently at his testicles. She fingered the smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly fucking prick, tickling at the bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt on the backstroke.

"Christ Almighty! What the hell are you doing to me!" he groaned out in a sharp gasp of pleasure.

"Oh, my little darling," she gasped even though he was hardly 'little' any more. "I'm giving you as much as you're giving me… I hope!" Suddenly she shifted her hand from the distended cup of his balls, and running it up his hips to his muscularly working asscheeks, she thrust a finger into his own rubberily sucking asshole behind him. The two lurched, fingers jabbing, and pelvises buffeting like colliding freight trains. Wet, sweat-soaked smacking sounds reverberated around the room, harmonizing lewdly with their mutual grunts of lust.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh, deeper, harrrrddddeeerrrr! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee," she begged, gasping as though she were close to death itself. She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her deeply impaled asscheeks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his hotly plunging and growing veined cock.

His balls ready to explode into hot streams of milky cum, he lurched over her. He could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to erupt, but he held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, wallowing in these last moments of engulfing pleasure. He could hear his mother's sobs coming more rhythmically and closer together, and he felt the first trickle of her cum juice trail down from her rapidly buffeting cunt and warm his fingers as he continued his lewd fingerfucking of her hotly clinging little rectum. Her own finger fucked more deeply into his straining back hole, jamming it up to the second knuckle and sending a depraved ripple of electrified pleasure jolting upward and fusing with the ecstasy of his heavily churning semen that was about to spew out the gaping head of his painfully burgeoning cock.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaauuuurrrggghhh!" Liz chanted, her lovely slightly freckled face contorted crazily in the rising buildup of coming orgasm.

Kevin Rouelle grunted and hammered further and further until he felt the head of his hard-lusting cock touch all the way back to her cervix and the walls of her hotly milking cunt clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around the hot, heavily fisting head of his blood-filled organ. "God, ooohhhhhh! I'm… I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time she pressed her fingers fiercely into his rear passage and smashed her open abandoned mouth against his warmly sucking lips. Her body arched, and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his viciously pummeling cock.

"Oh, God… oh! Oooooohhh," Kevin's voice uttered in a sharp masculine echo of her own orgasmic cries. "Cccuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!"

He buckled above her, his thick heaving cock hosing out the hot milky sperm as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing in hot thin streams into her spasmodically sucking cunt. He rocked above her, one hand tangled cruelly in her cascading auburn hair, and squeezed the other against her desperately flexing asscheeks, withdrawing his finger from her invaded rear asshole with a final, obscene little farting noise. Slowly, as he felt her body go limp beneath him, his cock deflated in her gently clasping cunt that continued to slowly draw every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from the battered organ. Then there was a deep silence.

The couple, mother and son, lay breathing heavily beside one another, their arms and legs half-clasped where they had fallen after their final embrace. Liz gradually opened her emerald green eyes and looked toward Kevin. His face was swollen, his lips curled in a cat-like grin of complete satiation. The sounds of traffic, unnoticed before, suddenly sounded clear and bell-like through the window. Kevin felt his mother stiffen as though she were having second thoughts. "What's the matter, Ma?" his voice suddenly broke through her thoughts. "Do you feel guilty now that all the fun is over?"