Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

Down between her legs, however, she had turned into a swamp. As her son dutifully lowered her underpants, his fingertips touched the gooey-wet inner surface of her panty crotch. She kicked to help him pull her panties all the way off, then spread her legs even wider and smacked her sopped cunt against his quivering, bone-hard little penis.

“Ooooh, Mama!” he cried and, acting apparently on instinct alone, because he’d had no experience along this line, he started bumping his hips, as if to ram his prick up into his mother’s hair-fringed hole.

There was only one problem: His cock stood against his clothed belly and, while it tickled her clit ecstatically as he rubbed and bumped against her, his rod wouldn’t go up her channel.

She got a hand down between them to solve the dilemma, and she raised her hips sufficiently to let her stand her son’s cock at right angles to his body. With a deft twist of her lower region, she caught his pecker’s tip between her passion-flared labia, then voluptuously let her snatch down, enfolding his small prick completely in her slippery warmth.

The thrill that went through her at that moment was impossible to measure. It was the greatest burst of excitement she had ever known. Moaning and panting, she began to rotate her slippery, heated cunt around her son’s little rod.

“Mama, that’s the greatest!” he cried, and resumed bumping, this time stroking his cock up and down in her pleasure-giving hole.

“Yesss… yesss… yesss!” she hissed. “Oooh, Timmmmm-eeeee!”

She fucked him wildly, turning off her thought processes and stifling her conscience utterly as she concentrated on the wonderful feeling of her son’s little cock, pumping inside her body. More than compensating for the smallness of his sexual equipment was the fact that his rod was super-stiff and, by bearing down as she worked, Marcella was able to achieve delirious friction on the tip of her clitty.

Her tits tossed wantonly against the lad’s face as she screwed like a frenzied mink. Her son gasped and gurgled, clutching the soft, wobbly cheeks of her ass. His balls assumed a tightness he had never felt in them before, and he realized that something new and wonderful was going to happen to him.

His body began shaking, and his penis twitched in the fleshy, wet grasp of his mother’s cunt. Feeling him climax, Marcella was so thrilled that she finished, also, and her vibrating contractions around his cock heightened his own bliss which was almost unbearable as he spurted out his first few drops of immature sperm.

His mother wrapped him warmly in her arms and legs, rocking his youthful body from side to side beneath her.

“Ooooh, that was wonderful, darling!” she gushed. “Didn’t you just love it?”

“Yeah, Mama!” the lad replied, gasping for breath. “Wowww! I never… felt anything… like that before!”

“You’re going to feel it a lot from now on.”

“Does the Lord say that’s all right?”

“Hush!” Marcella exclaimed, feeling a sharp pang. “You just do what your Mama says and never mind anything else!”

If Marcella had felt she was in bad standing with the Lord before, she was certain of it now. But she felt so good, after the frenzied lovemaking with her son, that she didn’t care.

It was possible to live without the Lord, after all. Look at all the sinners who got away with it!

“Why are we stopping here, Pastor Polk?” twelve-year-old Beth asked as Thad pulled off the road and parked his car in a grove of trees.

“It’s such a wonderful day, I thought it would be nice to walk down by the river,” he replied. “Don’t you think so?”

“That sounds great!” the little girl with the dark bobbed hair exclaimed, and she jumped out of the car.

Thad followed her through the trees down to the riverbank. They had the spot to themselves.

“Can we wade out into the water?” Beth inquired earnestly.

“Why sure, honey!” Thad replied. “Why not?”

He watched, a strange glint in his eyes, as she bent to take off her shoes. He quickly did the same, and he removed his socks, as well. He rolled up his trousers as he followed Beth to the water’s edge.

She began to wade into the shallow, slow-moving current.

“Better lift your dress up!” Thad warned as the water rose to her knees.

“Oooh, yes! I guess I’d better!”

Beth raised her light skirt on her slim, little-girlish thighs, and the pastor nearly acquired a hard-on as he watched, following her toward the center of the river.

Moving cautiously, to make sure she was on firm bottom, Beth got in deeper and deeper until she had to lift her skirt almost up to her panties. Following closely, Thad got his pantlegs wet, but he didn’t care.

He kept watching the delightful child, thinking all the time of what a treat she would be for a jaded old man like Barnaby Rhodes. Of course, in order to condition her for Barnaby’s pleasure, Thad would have to break her in. That was the thought which threatened to make his prick stand up before he even got started.

Beth was laughing and splashing one hand in the water while she held up her skirt with the other. “Oooh, this is fun!” she cried. “But I think I’ve gone far enough! The current’s getting really strong!”

“Careful that you don’t fall over!” Thad yelled above the rushing sound of the river as he inched closer to her.

“Okay! I’m coming back!”

She turned, and Thad extended his hand to her. As soon as she had grasped it, he gave a yank, pretending to have lost his balance. Screaming, Beth plunged forward, into the water.

“I’m sorry!” Thad exclaimed, and quickly grasped her lithe, young form, pulling her head above the current. He swung her up in his arms, dripping-wet, and carried her to the shore.

“Ooooh, Pastor, what am I going to doooo?” she asked, shaking her head and blinking the water out of her eyes. “I can’t go home like this!”

“Of course you can’t,” he said, carrying her up onto the riverbank. “You’ll have to take those wet things off and hang them up to dry. How clumsy it was of me to lose my footing and make you fall, when you were doing so well!”

She stared at him as he set her onto her feet. “I can’t take my clothes off in front of you!” she said.

He smiled reassuringly. “Why not? I’m your pastor. I know what God expects of me… and of everyone.”

“Well, yes… I guess so.” She was glancing about as her wet clothing clung to her. “Maybe I could just step behind those bushes.”

“I would be really offended if you were to do that,” Thad said. “It would be like saying you don’t trust me.”

“Ooooh, Pastor, I do trust you!” the twelve-year-old replied. “It’s just that I’m kind of bashful.” She blushed.

“Of course, darling. But there’s really nothing to be bashful about. Your body was made by the Lord, and it is beautiful in His sight.”

“Well… ”

“Take your little dress off,” Thad urged.

The young girl obviously was embarrassed, because she never had revealed herself to a man before. But she hadn’t been taught to fear or be suspicious of men, either, having been brought up in the quite permissive atmosphere of her mother’s religion.

Though her cheeks turned pink, and she didn’t look directly at him, she followed his instruction, first unfastening her dress, then drawing it up her body and over her head.

Thad caught his breath as he gazed at her slim, childish form which was clad in posy-patterned panties and nothing else. She didn’t have a training bra, because her breasts were only starting to emerge. Her tiny nipples were erect and were of a delicate pale-pink hue.