Jeremy Baker: The Harlot Seed

"May I fuck you now, Mother?" he asked politely.

She arched her tits up to him, and when he kneeled between her semenslicked thighs, Dale took both breasts in his hands to feel them tenderly, to stimulate their nipples into another erection. Taking hold of his hard young shaft, she fondled it awhile, enjoying the weight of his balls, fingering along the cord that ran from his testicles to his asshole.

Her son, her loving, horny boy, yearning to fuck his mother, even though there were gorgeous young girls about, one his sister. They would always have this farout need for each other, she thought, as she rubbed up and down the pulsing head of his prong.

Dale shoved his cock into her vagina, sloshed it into the sheath that was awash with his father's semen. It felt fabulous to her, electric and incomparable, and she wriggled sensuously upon the rod, passing her reawakening clitoris over the veined trunk, grinding and shaking.

He kissed her, ran his sweet tongue deeply into her mouth, and his hands cupped the cheeks of her ass to lift her throbbing crotch to meet his powerful thrusts. Slosh, her cunt went; whush, her pussy bubbled, and she clamped her vaginal muscles down upon this most voluptuous of all pricks.

They fucked steadily, with an intense dedication that closed out all the other moving bodies around them. They shut away all the sounds-the gaspings and moanings and the unmistakable noises of a prick moving wetly within a suctioning cunt.

Dale came a heartbeat before she did, hosing his precious semen copiously into her receptive vagina, pumping his creamy richness into his mother's pussy, hot and heavy. She had the feeling of being boiled inside, but her own heat blazed triumphantly forth and countered his.

Cresting upon a lovely, permeating orgasm, Regina shivered and broke, arching her back and banging her cunt into his pelvis with an absorbing fury-then falling back as he impaled her cunt and let the swollen head of his prick stabbed at her womb.

She either fainted or fell into a soft and dreamless sleep. Regina didn't know which, but when she came warmly alert again, there was a new and zealous prick working within her snatch.

Carey, she thought, and held him calmly within the circle of her arms, responding only slightly to the workings of his boyish cock. She was the earth mother now, the all-mother, giving the comfort of her saturated pussy to all men, sharing her heat and love. The boy screwed with a swiftening, hurrying tempo that blurred his shaft into her cunt, a slim piston of eager meat that soon turned into a miniature volcano and erupted.

Lazily, she thought that now she had done it, that she had taken all four of these beautiful males into her pussy, and now all that remained for her this night was to take all of them into her mouth. And, to go on to the three women who also awaited her love. Stella, her friend;

Judy, her friend's daughter; and, of course, her own sweet young girl, Monica. If she could last so long; if she or some of the others didn't tire and fall asleep, or worse yet, lose interest.

Never, she thought, and broke her lethargy to sit up and look around her. Never would they fall into a rut of habit or duty or simply go through the motions of making love. They were like a many faceted jewel, able to catch the light and the heat from any sun. Together, they offered each other so many variations, a plentitude of erotic pleasures that could not pall.

Someone touched her upon the shoulder, and she looked up at the lovely red-haired girl, Judy Baker. Judy asked, "Ready, Mrs. Abbott-for me, I mean?"

Regina smiled. "I'm always ready," she said.