E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

Grasping his young, virile dick with one hand, she squatted above the pleasure of his groin. Her groove of sex trembled with a throbbing lust as she hovered there a brief moment or two, as she assured herself that her son realized what was about to happen.

He did. He grinned up at her with wide-eyed anticipation.

Then she began a slow-motion descent to the wand of desire her whole being ached to possess. The gorged bulb of his cockscrown nuzzled into the nest of her silk-fringed slit under the direction of her guiding fingers. She quaked and moaned incoherently with that most intimate of contacts. Eagerly, she felt the thick bulge of his glans twitch and jerk as they glided easily into the pouted lips of her labia. His own soft moans mingled with hers in the language of lust. Lower her wanton hips descended, the pulsating tip of his cock sinking deeper into her snatch, pushing into the scalloped folds of her inner lips. Then he separated them and pressed inward toward the burning core of her desire.

Doing her best to suppress the maddening urge to abandon herself to the frenzied fucking her body demanded, she released her clamping grip on his cock and slowly slid down the remaining length of the bone-hard tube of man meat.

Like a fiery rod, it was completely entrenched within her. She groaned and whimpered out the pleasure of their union. A union that was a satisfaction of its own. A union that filled her with pleasure she had denied herself because of the taboos of society.

It was indescribable!

Like velvet-covered springs of steel, the inner folds of her cunt sheathed him. The washing viscosity of her vagina bathed him in liquid warmth. The spongy persistence of her cunt walls squeezed at him, molding themselves to every inch he had pushed up into his mother's belly. So complete was the fulfilling pleasure that took command of his body that his eyes slowly lowered with savoring delight.

Then she moved. A little twitching move that jerked his cock with it. And her hands were on his chest. His eyes flared open and he stared up at the smiling face of his mother. Her eyes were lit with the incandescent gleam of love and lust.

"God!" she whispered-moaned. "You're big! So fucking big!"

He had never heard her utter that word before. A few "hells" and "damns," but never the big one. Rather than being shocked, he found the sound of it coming from her lips exciting and thrilling. It said just what was coursing through his own brain. He was fucking her-fucking his mother!

His pelvis jerked up as if moving with a mind of its own. He felt himself slither even deeper into the humid pocket of her tight pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a throaty voice of lust. "Go! That's it! My God! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Which is what he did. His hips bucked and pumped upward, doing their damnedest to lunge into the limits of her depths. However the confining position of her body and her weight were too much for more than minor movements. All the same, his moving in her had his mother moaning and groaning. Her fingers dug into his chest, leaving little crescents.

Supporting herself on outstretched arms, palms sliding over the pebbles of his nipples, she began to move.

His whole body screamed out in agonizing pleasure. The warm, caressing folds of her cunt were sliding up him. Higher and higher she pulled herself, inching up that throbbing rail of his sex. He moaned as she slipped completely free of him, leaving only the blood-filled head of his prick within the sweetness of her belly.

His moaning increased twofold as she started back down, burying him once more in the enfolding channel of pleasure. He trembled and quivered with excitement. Then she was pulling away again, slithering off his pulsing root. Then down she moved, swallowing his cock up within her pussy. Then up. Then down. Up and down. She was fucking him. His mother was fucking him.

Sizzling passion writhed through the open nerve endings of her body as she moved. His cock was big and hard, at least every inch as big as Mitch's massive pussy pleaser. He filled her, feeding the wanton need of her body. She moaned out the gratification of her lust.

She felt him come into her hard and long as she lowered her hips to his crotch, and thick and stiff as she pulled away. His fiery brand of cock throbbed against the caressing folds of her cunt. Then she was moving back down. The desire-laden crown of his prick glided into her hole. Before its mass the rippled walls of her sex opened and accepted him, accepted every inch that sluiced into her depths. When she pulled off, she squeezed, trying to hold him in her, an action that created heated, pleasurable friction throughout the gasping harbor of her belly.

There was no pausing to savor his presence within her. Her body and its flaming needs would not allow it. Her lust for her son was too great. Her need would not be denied.

There was no art or expertise to her movements, just desire. Her lust was too demanding for the fineries of lovemaking. She had but one controlling goal-to unleash the lust and want her need for her son had created within her trembling body.

Up and down her hips pumped in a steady rhythm. She groaned and moaned as she sucked in the throbbing length of meat she hungered for. Up and down she rode him, fucking him, fucking him to the content of the near agony of her need.

In and out of the hot pocket of her wanton body he moved. Her eyes were misted over with a veil of oblivion to him and the world around them. All that mattered was the thickness that crammed its way into her belly. All that mattered was the cock that her pussy greedily ate. All that mattered was the pulsating madness that drove her on in desperation.

Her whole being now accepted what was happening. He fell into her rhythm. As she pulled off the lust-controlled rod of his prick, he jerked his hips back, his buttocks bouncing on the floor. As she dropped down, his hips jumped up, spearing his thick length into the woman who straddled him. Then he pulled back and lanced up once again.

The pleasure that filled him was exquisite.

He could not get enough of her hot, wet pussy. He fucked her. Fucked his mother with a reckless abandon. He plowed into her body, thinking only of blasting forth the hot load of come that was seething in his bans.

Harder and harder he poled into her dripping furrow of sex. She groaned and grunted as he packed her with his burning cock. Her incoherent sounds thrilled him and he slammed his shaft more violently into the plump, enveloping lips of her sex. She grunted and moaned louder.

"Fuck… me!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep!"

It was magnificent. He was filled with flaming desire. She wanted his cock as much as he had to have her pussy. Her desire was as great as his. She wanted to be fucked. She needed to have his pulsing shaft crammed into her hot cunt!

His hips whipped and jerked up. His cock drilled deep into the luxurious softness of her belly. Harder and harder he packed her womanly body with the bigness of his virile cock. She grunted and groaned as his hips bucked into the vulnerable, open mound of her pubis. Crotch to crotch they slammed together in loud, wet, excited slaps.

Wave after wave of titanic flesh tremors quaked up from her constantly throbbing loins. She hunched wildly, trying to drive the massive rod filling her into the ring of her cervix. Hotter and hotter the ache of her thighs burned. She fucked like a woman gone mad. Swirling and churning, the fantastic pressure of near climax lashed at her body. Forced by the consuming lust of passion, her hips rose and fell, pumping the fat prod of sexual meat into the seething well of her body.

Faster and faster, harder and harder, she worked herself into a frantic frenzy of desperation. The center of her being cartwheeled over and over. Her vision blurred. Her brain pounded. Her body screamed in ecstasy.