Mary Jenkins - A mother_s forbidden passion

His hands and mouth left her flesh then, and Bette, with mounting fervor, knew that he was making himself as naked as she was, that she would soon feel Ken inside her, that she would soon be loved again, loved again, needed again.

"Ooooohhh!" she moaned in wild abandon. "Ooohhh, Ken darling, hurry, hurry!"

Her eyes fluttered open in that moment and she looked at him, saw him kneeling on the floor beside her, saw him naked for the first time. Her gaze moved down his corded, lean body and came to rest on his loins – on his thick, turgid, blood-swollen penis standing out hugely, proudly from his dark-haired lower abdomen. She drew in her breath sharply, her eyes going wide. God, it's so big! she thought in further ecstasy, her thighs opening and closing spasmodically at the prospect of soon having such a huge, pleasure-giving shaft slicing hotly up between them. It's so much bigger than David's, so much bigger even than Hale's oooohhhh, I can't wait to feel all of that inside me, I'll go out of my mind if I don't have it pretty soon.

"Bette," Ken whispered, "my darling, Bette, oh Bette, I love you, I want you so much!"

"Hurry, Ken, do it to me, do it to me now!"

The handsome uncle of her teenage son raised up onto the couch, settled his hirsute body beside hers, and his head dipped down once again to her whitely quivering breasts. She moaned softly with lewdly unleashed desire as she watched him take first one nipple, then the other into his warmly salivating mouth, licking and sucking the rigid fruit until she wanted to scream from the waves of pleasure washing through her fevered body. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped nakedness, located the rock-hardness of his cock. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid shaft, and then his mouth lifted and closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled one another, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him, then twisted suddenly, pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide as they would go, her soft, hot cunt flared open, secreting the fermentations of her desire, waiting for his invasion of her soft, moist recesses.

Bette's hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hard, muscular buttock cheeks, exploring all of him. His prick rested hard now, trailing web-like threads of semen against her thighs, pressed into the narrow, hair-lined slit of her open pussy. She arched for a moment, levering their entwined bodies up with the strength of her back, reached around under her buttocks then with both hands and with her long, well-manicured fingernails spread her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it lay cradled down into the full length of her wet, throbbing furrow. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the couch, her ex-husband's brother's turgid shaft trapped hotly between her moist hot thighs.

He forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the soft curves of her spine and hips, making little mewling sounds deep in his throat to match the ones she was gasping forth. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot to him as she undulated her magnificently proportioned body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. Muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, giving testimony to the feline power she possessed – a woman built for sensual pleasure, needing it in order to survive, loving it and embracing it. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip him moments from now, when he sent his rock-hard cock burrowing far, far up into her quivering, waiting belly.

Breathing raggedly, his brain aflame with lusting desire, Ken pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her buttocks in the palms of his sweat-slick hands, pulling her dampened furrow hard against his masculinity. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow hotter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her hips began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out side on either side of him, her calves hooking over and locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her in a crab-like position.

"Oooooaaaahhhhhhh!" she wailed in delirious ecstasy. "Ken Ken, darling, do it to me, put it up inside me let me feel your cock inside me I want to feet it, darling, give it to me now, right this second!"

Her pelvis was grinding forward as she spoke, and her hands were already between their bodies, circling his palpitating shaft to guide it between the moist lips of her hot, eagerly waiting pussy. Ken groaned animally as he felt his ex-sister-in-law's hands move his hardened cock up and down between her widely splayed legs, running the full length of her soft, moist crotch, parting the wet blonde fleece of her vagina with the blood-engorged tip. The pressure in his testicles was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn't hold back another second. He had to ram it, deep and hard inside her hotly waiting cunt, just as she wanted him to do! He had to fuck her!

Ken flexed his hips with a sudden driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard penis deep into the gaping wet mouth up between her voluntarily parted thighs, drove it into her hotly constricting belly with a flesh-splitting force.

"Uuuuuuuuaaaahhhhhhh!" Bette squealed beneath him, but it was the scream of thankfulness, of ecstasy, rather than the scream of pain.

Ken felt the smooth pulsating cunt walls slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full depths of her vaginal sheath, the copiously seeping walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, the full length of his immense hardness was buried inside her, the swollen head thudding harshly off the moist delight of her waiting cervix, his balls slapping with a resounding staccato sound against the nakedly mooned cheeks of her ass. Then, having conquered her with every thick inch of his maleness, he began immediately to fuck into her squirming, pliant flesh beneath him, his body attuning itself to hers as she fucked her hungrily clasping pussy desperately back up against him, matching his strokings, urging him on harder and faster with tiny passionate purling sounds as she licked and suckled his ear, panting hot wet words of encouragement into it. "Mmmmmmmm, that's it, darling, that's it, aaaahhhh, that's the way I want to be loved, deep and hard, oh Ken, I love the way you fill me up, I can feel every inch of your cock, darling, sweet, keep doing me harder, harder, harder, aaahhh!"

And she thought, It's beautiful, it's so beautiful, this is the best it's ever been, oh Ken, I love you, I love you, I love you it's so perfect, so perfect, nothing can spoil it now, I feel alive again, truly alive, and nothing can spoil it now.

As far as Tony was concerned, the Book Fair in Billings was a fat disappointment. They had nowhere near the selection their advertisements had promised, although, as Debbie pointed out, it was pretty late in the day and maybe they had done a whopping good business earlier. Still, Tony found only one book that he could use – an Engineering text that he saved only two dollars on – and as he and Debbie prepared to leave after only half-an-hour of browsing, he found himself wishing he had stayed home with his mother and his uncle Ken. After all, today was a kind of special occasion, and it was only proper that he spend the time with his family.

He felt a faint, warm, inner glow as he drove his lime green Corvette, a present from his uncle when he'd graduated from Westridge High that June, out of Billings and onto the two-lane road which connected the two towns five miles apart. He knew, with a sense of well-being, that the glow was a result of seeing his mother again, of having her home once again, in spite of all she had done to him and to his father in the past. Things were very clear in his mind now; he knew that he had been wrong to turn so completely against his mother, for her guilt and her repentance were plainly evident in her face and in her eyes, and Tony was compassionately aware – as his Uncle Ken was – that Bette Clark had suffered more than enough for her sins. He was ready to forgive her now, for he had discovered, that afternoon and evening, that he still loved his mother, had loved her all along, and wanted to be with her and help her from now on.