Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

Charlie twisted a second finger into her butt as if trying to stretch her shitter, and Carla whimpered with pleasure. He was taking his time, greasing her ass carefully for his invasion.

"Please," she begged at last. "Please, Charlie, do it to me!"

"Yeah, Mom." He set the ointment aside decisively. "Yeah."

His fingers left her ass, and she braced herself for what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened. She felt the bed shaking and shifting, and resisted the urge to turn to see what was happening. She was quivering with anticipation as she huddled, ass high, head down, on the big bed – the bed she had shared with Chuck for so many years.

The touch of Charlie's cockhead on her bung made her jerk with surprise and relief. There was a slow increase of pressure against her butt, a steady building of pleasure. She struggled to unlock her asshole for him, battled her defensive reflexes.

She felt his knob begin to enter her bung, and tears of excitement stung her eyes. She felt the head of his rod begin to penetrate. The pleasure was even greater than she had imagined it would be. The muscular ring of her asshole was being slowly distended by the tapering cone of his knob. He drove inward. There was a stinging sensation, a stretching feeling, and then real pain, which only enhanced the excruciating pleasure.

She felt the knob of his cock enter her ass. There was a slipping sensation as the ring of her bung snapped into the groove joining his knob to the shaft of his prick. Then he pushed into her ass more quickly. She felt his towering rod pistoning deep into her butt, the shaft sliding through her gripping sphincter muscle with a searing, twining feeling. Her bowels were stuff I with his towering dick. Then his hips jammed up against her buttcheeks and she knew he was balls deep in her ass. The knowledge brought her to a sudden, sharp, flaming orgasm.

Charlie stopped moving, and her orgasm faded slowly. She licked her lips, cleared her throat, finally got her voice working.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Fantastic. It's tight, real tight, and sort of a greasy feeling. Real hot and tight, mostly. How's it for you?"

"Fantastic," Carla moaned. "Feels like I'm in the middle of the biggest, greatest bowel movement in the world. Can you move in me?"

"Don't know how long I can without coming," Charlie said nervously.

"Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter," Carla assured him. "Do it, just do it."

Charlie began to pump in her, and her pleasure skyrocketed. She felt her ass ring tug outward when he drew back, drive inward when he rammed his cock into her bung. Her ass blazed from the friction, and her cunt wept because of its emptiness. Reaching back under herself. Carla massaged her streaming cunt, then rolled her clit against her pubis. Her pleasure grew and grew.

Charlie fucked and fucked his cock in her tight asshole, hands gripping her small waist tightly. He fucked more and more quickly, pistoning his prick in her butt, his hips slamming against her buns and sending shocks jolting up her spine. He hauled back on her as he drove forward, pushed her away as he drew back. He was totally in control of the cornholing, and she loved it. She was whirling in a cyclonic, continuous orgasm. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Charlie slammed at her, slammed at her again and again, and then reamed her butt out one last time. He held her jammed back tight against him as his prick convulsed and jerked in her tight asshole.

Carla felt her son's jizz jetting deep into her guts. Her orgasm climbed a notch higher and pulsed in time with the jerking, jetting cock in her ass. Then her consciousness faded slowly in the glittering haze of pleasure.

She came to when she felt her son's cock leaving her stretched, well-fucked ass. She slid forward and lay on her stomach on the bed. Charlie stretched out on top of her, his prick nestled between her oily buttcheeks. He hugged her warmly and tenderly.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Thank you! You were fantastic."

"Now I need a shower."

"Could I wash you? The way I did when you were a baby?"

"I'd like that. And I'll wash you, if you'd like."

"I'm sure I'd like it!"

So, lovingly, they bathed each other under the hot spray. They were both too exhausted to become aroused again, but enjoyed it anyway.

"Know what I am now?" Charlie asked as he dried his mother's back.

"No, what are you?"

"A mother-fucker! Supposed to be the worst thing in the world."

"And is it?"

Charlie shook his head.

"Uh… you know," Carla said, "You should uh… keep dating girls."

"You don't mind?"

"I – well, yes," Carla admitted. "But it just wouldn't be right for you not to."

"You should go out, too, Mom," Charlie noted. "You really should get married again."

"You think so?"

"Yes."

"But I don't know anyone," Carla pointed out. "What about Eric Jameson?"

Carla thought about him for a minute. She liked him. She had been avoiding his sexual advances only out of loyalty to Chuck. Now that her own son had fucked her twice, saying no to Eric Jameson seemed ludicrous. "Maybe you're right," she said, pulling on her robe.

"Don't dress, Mom," Charlie urged. "I like seeing you naked."

"Well, okay," she agreed nervously. "You'll stay naked, too?"

"Sure." Charlie grinned.

"Be kicky having Ellen around all the time." Charlie chuckled. "Be real kicky, me with Ellen and you, you with me and Eric."

"And Ellen with you and her father?" Carla asked.

"With her father?" Charlie asked.

Carla shrugged. "Why not? Why not have her be a father-fucker?"

"Yeah, why not?" Charlie exclaimed.

"Because it's undoubtedly both illegal and immoral," Carla said drily.

"Have to get a bed ten feet wide to hold us all! Hey, I'm hungry. How about breakfast?"

"Brunch, you mean," Carla said, looking at the clock. As she puttered around the kitchen, she wondered why she felt so little honor at what had happened. Maybe because now things were better between her and her son than they had ever been before.

But she did have the feeling that sooner or later the sky was going to fall. She shivered. Then she saw her son watching her, and the fear melted in to a soft warmth at the sight of his naked body. Maybe it would be all right. But the nugget of fear remained.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"I don't think it would be a good idea for Ellen, or anyone, to find out about – us," Carla cautioned. "It's fun to joke about the four of us doing things, but it can't ever really be that way."

"Why?"

"Because it's against the law."

"Yeah, Mom, I know. You're right."

"It was fun dreaming though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was fun dreaming," Charlie agreed. "We'll have to be real careful."

"Real careful." She smiled. "Love you, Charlie."

"Love you, Mom."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Eric Jameson said to Charlie, shaking his hand firmly. "Ellen's told me a lot about you. I know your mother well."

"Thank you, sir," Charlie replied politely, nervously. He hadn't expected her father tar be home. Ellen had called and invited Charlie over. "Mom has mentioned you, too."

"I hope to get to know your mother even better," Eric noted.

I'll bet you do, Charlie thought to himself. What the hell was Ellen up to, inviting him over when her father was home?

"Come on in and relax," Mr. Jameson invited. "I don't usually make such a special point of meeting Ellen's dates. But she talked so glowingly about you I wanted to meet you."

Charlie wondered what the hell that meant. Just what had Ellen told her father about their one date?

"It was Daddy's idea, not mine," Ellen spoke up as Charlie followed Eric Jameson into the living room. The sound of her voice startled Charlie. She hadn't met him at the door, hadn't been anywhere in sight. She was standing motionless near a door that evidently led to the kitchen. She was wearing a crisp, sleeveless white blouse, and tight white short shorts. Her feet were bare. She was wearing no jewelry. Her long red hair was neatly combed, and spilled lushly over her shoulders. Her eyes looked very bright.