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CHAPTER TWO

Meg had been divorced from Mike Browning for seven years. During that time she had had no trouble getting used to living without her ex-husband's bullying and drinking. But she would have been a liar had she not admitted to missing his body.

Mike Browning was a loser in a lot of ways, but the one thing he had always been, was a stud. Hung with a cock as big as a guy can have, he seemed to have been put on earth just to fuck. After he was out of her life, Meg frequently woke up alone in bed in the middle of the night longing for his prick.

During those times of horny desperation, Meg probably would have taken Mike back if he had somehow appeared. She hated herself for her weakness and was really grateful that Mike was not actually there to tempt her during the times of weakness. So Meg would finger-fuck her yearning cunt to a few orgasms, then somehow get back to sleep. It was a pattern which had been repeated many, many times over the last seven years.

Tonight, however, it was a different story. When Meg rolled over in bed, there was a muscular male body for her to cling to. At first she thought it was a dream. But then she was wide awake and remembered how dramatically her life had changed.

For Meg Browning was naked in bed with her own teenaged son. And Andy had inherited every inch of his father's huge cock. Meg reached down to feel the boy's man-sized prick and it stirred from her touch. Meg lightly stroked the foreskin back and forth over the cockhead, drawing blood into the lengthening shaft.

"Show me a hard-on, darling," Meg whispered to her sleeping son while she played with his cock. "Get it up for me even bigger than your father ever did."

Andy sighed and rolled over on his back. His mother pulled the covers away so she could get a better look at the swelling cockmeat between his legs. Andy's prick was solid as a rock now.

"Got to suck it," Meg panted with desire.

She bent over her sleeping son's crotch, closing her lips around the knob of his cock. Then she started easing her mouth down the thick prick. She wouldn't be happy until she had swallowed the whole thing.

When Andy woke up his cock was getting deep throated down to his balls. It took him a moment to realize that he was in bed with his mother.

"Jeez, Mom, you surprised me," he muttered. "This is gonna take a little getting used to."

Meg didn't answer. She couldn't, not with her mouth so packed with cock. Besides, she was a lot more interested in going down on Andy than in talking to him.

The lack of conversation suited Andy fine. He had something on his mind he couldn't mention to his mother anyway – namely that when the blowjob had started while he was still asleep, he had imagined that it was his cousin Sally copping his joint the way she had done so many times in the past.

What bothered Andy about waking up to discover his mother sucking him off instead of his cousin, was how the presence of both of them in his sex life complicated things. If either ever found out about the other, Andy could see himself in the middle of a mess. And he could think of no way to tell his mother he was already fucking his cousin, or how to break it to Sally that she'd have to share his cock with his mom.

Andy guessed he'd just have to juggle the two, which wouldn't be easy. His mother and cousin were both so demanding! But he'd just have to do his best to keep each happy so neither would get suspicious.

So right now he had to concentrate entirely on his mother, which wasn't difficult. For Meg was no longer content to just suck cock. She was shifting her naked body around on top of the action, drawing her cunt toward Andy's face so he could become the bottom half of a sixty-nine.

Now Meg was in position and Andy looked up at her open crotch and the view was spectacular. Spilling through a nearby window, a shaft of moonlight hit her cunt, making it glow. Andy reached out with his tongue and his mother's pussy lips quivered from his oral touch. Then he fucked her clit.

"Ooooh, keep that up," Meg temporarily interrupted her blow-job to call back. "You'll have me coming before you know it."

Andy gave his mother's stiff, little clit a real workout with his fat tongue. Predictably, Meg's hips started churning and her cunt dripped with oozing honey.

"Yes, I'm gonna come," Meg panted. "Gonna come."

She squashed her wet cunt flush against her son's face and got off directly in his mouth. Hot, thick female cum poured down Andy's throat, while at the other end of the sixty-nine. Meg sucked his prick harder than ever.

Quickly, Andy was ready to come too. His hips bucked, jamming his cock to his mother's windpipe. Meg squeezed his balls, trying to wring the cream right out of them.

There was a liquid surge, starting at the pit of Andy's groin and gathering momentum through the barrel of his prick. The jizz erupted somewhere down Meg's throat, headed straight for her belly. She gulped as fast as her son's prick gushed and by the time it was over she had swallowed every drop of teenaged cum.

"Mmmmmm, that was delicious," Meg slurped. "Nothing gets me in the mood for a wild night like a wet sixty-nine."

She twisted around on top of Andy, looking down at him with a sticky grin. Bending at the waist, she dangled her tits over his face, teasing him with her perky nipples.

"Know what you're going to do to me now, stud?" Meg asked.

"Uh, fuck you, I guess," Andy answered. Then he laughed. "Something tells me if I don't, you'll rape me anyway."

"Bright boy," Meg purred. "Only you don't have the whole story yet. The important part is not just that you're going to fuck me, but where you're going to do it."

"What do you mean, Mom?" a puzzled Andy said. "Are you talking about doing it someplace instead of in bed?"

"No, I'm not talking about places like that," Meg chuckled. "I'm talking about holes. I've got more than one, you know. My cunt isn't all you can fuck. Am I making myself clear?"

"You want my cock in your ass, Mom?" Andy gulped with surprise.

"What's the matter, Son, does it turn you off to think about fucking me where I shit?" Meg quizzed.

"Your shit doesn't bother me, Mom," Andy said. "It's just that I'm afraid of hurting you. My cock is so big, and your ass – well, it has to be awfully tight. I could rip something."

"Mmmm, you little darling, worrying about your poor old mother like that," Meg sighed. "You're upsetting yourself over nothing, though. Sure, it'll hurt. But that's what taking a big prick up her ass is all about for a woman like me. It hurts soooo goooood."

"Did dad ever fuck you in the ass?" Andy questioned his mother.

"You better believe it," Meg murmured as she recalled her ex-husband's huge cock reaming her bowels. "When I divorced your father, Andy, it wasn't because be didn't know what to do with his cock. And wow you're old enough to take his place. You can do your dad's fucking for him now."

"Jesus, Mom, I really dig it when you talk dirty to me this way," Andy rasped. "Will you keep it up if I fuck you in the ass?"

"What you hear will make you blush." Meg teased playfully.

Then she climbed off her son and got into ass fucking position – up on all fours, her plump asscheeks quivering with anticipation.

Now she kept her promise to continue with her raunchy dialogue. "I'm opening up my ass far you, Andy," she said. "Wide as it can stretch. See my asscrack, darling? Bet you didn't know I was so hairy down there, did you? Almost as hairy as a man."

"Damn, Mom, your ass is beautiful," Andy said. "And it sure as hell doesn't remind me of any man, no matter how hairy it is."

"Flattery will get you everywhere with a horny bitch like me," Meg chuckled.

Then she ran her fingers up the split of her ass, stopping at the pucker a notch above her cunt.

"See it?" she called to her son. "See my asshole?"

She stuck a finger deep within the small opening. "Mmmm, feels good," she sighed. "But it'll feel a helluva lot better when I've got your great, big cock in there, Andy!"

"Want me to put it in right away, Mom?" Andy asked anxiously.

"No, first you have to get me ready," Meg told her son. "Get my asshole nice and wet so your prick will slide in slick as a whistle when the time conies for you to ass-fuck me."

"How should I get you wet, Mom?"

"Use your tongue, of course," Meg instructed. "Before you fuck it, you need to suck my ass. Grease my hole with plenty of nice, warm spit."

"You got it, Mom!"

Andy moved in behind his mother and quickly replaced her finger in her ass with his probing tongue.

"Oh, that's it," Meg moaned with approval. "Wiggle it around, Son. Ream me out."

Andy pushed his tongue to its root up his mother's ass. Then he stared twisting and turning her oral lance. Her bowels spasmed in response and Meg gasped.

"Watch out, I think I'm going to fart!"

Despite his mother's warning, Andy kept right on working his tongue inside her asshole. He was rewarded with along, sweet fart right in his mouth. He sucked up the female fumes as hungrily as he was eating ass.

"Okay, now I'm ready," Meg finally said. "Ready for your cock up my ass."

Andy pulled his tongue out and gripped his throbbing cock. He fit the blunt tip into his mother's asshole.

"Put it in," Meg urged.

The knob of her son's prick entered her asshole. But that was hardly enough for Meg.

"More!" she pleaded. "More cock in my ass! Don't you dare stop until you're fucking me with the whole thing!"

Andy began to inch his cock forward. But that was much too slow for his mother. She told him to ram her. So, gritting his teeth, Andy bucked his crotch, launching his prick on a brutal surge. Meg's spit-slicked asshole took the first six inches of cock meat without any resistance, then grew stubborn.

"Why are you stopping?" Meg asked breathlessly.

"I don't think your ass can take any more of my cock," Andy said. "I'm too big to fuck you all the way."

"Bullshit!" Meg snorted. "Rip me, stud, rip me! Make it hurt so good I can't stand it!"

"All right, Mom, you're the boss. I just hope I don't kill you."

"If you do – mmmmm – what a way to die! C'mon. Fuck my ass all the way to your balls. One big shove is all it'll take."

Andy held onto his mother's shoulders for leverage. He channeled all of his strength between his legs, thrusting his crotch. His cock became a battering raw in Meg's narrow tunnel, creating its own space with its savage momentum.

"Oh, you've done it… done it," Meg whimpered at the end of her son's brutal effort.

Andy looked down. His cock was indeed buried. He could feel every inch of it in the vise of his mother's ass. The only problem was that now he was afraid to make another move. Not just for Meg's safety, but his own. Her hold was so tight it was unreal. Andy could imagine the skin being torn right off his prick if he wasn't careful.

Meg knew what was going through her son's mind so she temporarily took charge of the action.

Back and forth she rocked on her knees, creating the friction she craved between ass and cock.

As his prick was tugged, Andy quickly learned that the pain he had anticipated was just the opposite. He experienced nothing but pure pleasure and it started his cock moving on its own. Now when his mother rocked back, he plowed so deeply into her ass that he could feel her hot shit lapping against his cockhead.

"Now you're cooking," Meg called back. "Just keep it up, stud. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Meg relaxed, letting her son do all the work. That way Andy could look down and watch his prick slide in and out of her ass. For there was nothing, Meg knew, that made a guy fuck harder than getting to see his cock in action.

Andy responded just the way his mother expected him to. His prick took longer and longer strokes. When it was in reverse, it withdrew until only the head remained in Meg's ass. Then there would be a mighty thrust, which would end with every inch of prick buried.

The process was repeated over and over again. Meg's ass was getting jack-hammered and she was in such sweet pain, caught in a tug of war between agony and ecstasy. At the core of her being there seemed to be a volcano that was ready to erupt. Meg couldn't tell what was going to happen next, but she knew something had to give.

"I'm not sure whether I'm going to shit or come," she gasped to her son.

Andy just fucked her harder and the pressure within Meg peaked just as her son hilted his cock in her ass once again. She closed her eyes giving herself over to her inner turmoil as she let nature take its course.

The rush Meg felt in her bowels could have been escaping shit – but it wasn't. No, it was the exquisite turmoil of orgasmic release. For Meg was climaxing more powerfully than she ever had in her life.

"I'm coming! Coming! Cowing!" Meg cried with relief. "Oh, God, what coming!"

Andy kept his cock moving nonstop. Now that he had gotten his mother off he was thinking about coming himself, and when he shot his wad he planned to unload so much jizz that his balls would be sore for a week. There was no way, he predicted to himself, that his mother's ass would be able to hold all the hot, thick cum his cock would deliver.

Meg sensed this and started urging her son to let it go, to fill her ass to overflowing with his teenaged cream.

"Blast me!" she demanded.

Andy's prick surged a final time. Now it was hilted and twisting, getting that last amount of friction before the creamy payoff.

"This is it, Mom," Andy grunted.

Then he came and the force surprised even him. There was such a steady flow of jism from his cock that it was almost like pissing into his mother's ass.

"Oh, Andy… Andy… where are you getting it all?" Meg groaned with delight as her bowels were swamped with cock-juice.

"Don't know," Andy admitted. "Knew I was gonna came plenty – but this is incredible!"

Then his prick shuddered with one more burst and was drained at last. And now there was the price to pay for such a violent climax. Andy's hard-on collapsed with sudden fatigue, turning to mush in Meg's ass.

"Whew, I'm all fucked out," Andy admitted.

He freed his limp cock so it dangled in its floppy, shrunken state between his legs, dripping like a leaky faucet. Then he knelt and stared at his mother's freshly fucked asshole, watching his cum ooze to the surface and trickle down to Meg's cunt.

Finally Meg turned around. She saw her son's wilted prick and laughed.

"Can't help it," Andy replied self-consciously. "God, I'm only human."

"Then what am I?" Meg saucily asked, making it clear that she was hornier than ever.

"I dunno," Andy sighed wearily. "But I'm beginning to wonder."

"I suppose you're ready to go back to sleep, then," Meg said.

Sheepishly glancing down at his ragged cock, Andy answered, "What else can I do with this but call it a night?"

"It's not what you can do with it, it's what I can do," Meg confidently answered.

"You've got to be kidding, Mom," Andy said. "Even you couldn't get my prick up again."

"Want to bet?"

"Double or nothing on your next week's allowance," Meg named the stakes. "You can use the money, can't you?"

"Sure, but…"

"And you don't see any way you can lose, right?"

Andy shrugged and nodded. "Okay, Mom," he agreed to the bet. "It's your money."

"Just lay back and relax then," Meg purred. "Let mama do all the work."

Andy stretched out and Meg slipped a pillow under his ass, propping up his crotch nice and high. Then she got busy bringing her son's deadened cock back to life.

However, before she did any touching, Meg used word-power to stimulate her son. She hadn't forgotten how much it turned im on to hear her talk dirty, so now she took advantage of this erotic technique.

"Poor little prick," she cooed. "Just lying there, all soft and sticky. And those tired balls, drooping in their sac like an old man's. What a shame for such a big, strong boy."

Andy's pulse quickened. He had to admit his mother's funky language had an effect on him. But, he believed, the last place he would feel it was between his legs. His cock was done and there was nothing his mother could say or do to him that would give him another hard-on.

He was wrong.

"Know what happens to a cock when it's been fucking ass?" Meg murmured. "It gets nice and slimy with shit, like it was covered with chocolate."

Andy automatically reached for his prick. Sure enough he felt the evidence of what his mother was talking about.

"A shitty cock is the sweetest kind to suck," Meg continued with her steamy talk. "And that's what I'm going to do right now. Suck my own shit off your cock, Andy, after you've fucked my filthy ass. Mmmmmmm."

Meg bent down and spread her lips over Andy's prick. He was so limp she easily took the whole thing in her mouth. Then gave it a hungry slurp, washing down her shit with spit.

"Mmmm, delicious," she gurgled.

Andy thought he should be disgusted. But just a thought was all it was, and a fleeting, unconvincing one at that. For his true reaction was quite the opposite. A rush of hot blood had just surged between his legs and his cock stirred uncontrollably in his mother's suctioning mouth.

Now Meg became even more playful. She abruptly released the swelling prick from her oral grasp.

"Maybe you're right," she teased her son. "Maybe I'm wasting my time on your cock, after all. Let's forget it. I'll go get your money out of my purse."

"No!" Andy blurted out as his prick lengthened a couple thick inches more. "I don't want the money, Mom. I want the blow-job!"

"Uh-huh, no blow-job," Meg answered. "You either fuck my pussy or I'm paying you off right now."

Meg swung a knee over Andy's crotch, straddling his hips. She reached down and fingered her cunt lips apart. Abruptly at full strength, Andy's cock stood up, straining toward his mother's open cunt before it fell over under its own throbbing weight.

"Yes, I'll fuck you," Andy rasped. "Fuck you so good, Mom. Drive my prick right up your cunt. Split you in two."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Meg chuckled. "Just slide your cunt down on my big cock and you can make up your own mind, Mom," Andy answered.

He flexed his prick and it stood straight up again. Meg lowered her pussy, catching her son's cockhead with the lips.

"All the way, Mom, all the way!" Andy called.

Meg bore down. Andy's hard-on was swallowed by her dropping cunt until there was no more of it for her to take. Now she was perched on her son's crotch and both she and Andy were moving their hips, letting the friction of cock and cunt grab hold.

"Ooooooh, your cock is so huge," Meg moaned to her son. "Feels even bigger in my cunt that it was when you fucked my ass. I think you really might split me in two."

"Twist around, Mom," Andy suggested. "Really give my prick a workout. Get the cum boiling in my balls. I want to shoot even more pa in your pussy than I did in your ass!"

"That's my boy!" Meg celebrated her son's macho vow. "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

She swiveled her hips, turning Andy's cock into a corkscrew in her cunt. She could feel the drilling effect all the way up to the spasming packet of her womb.

"Gonna come!" she screamed.

Then, when her orgasm struck, Meg heightened it by sliding her cunt up and down her son's standing prick. As Andy watched and felt what his mother's cunt was doing to his cock, his balls tightened. Then they were bulging like they might burst out of their sac as they clung to his prick's root.

Suddenly it was Andy's turn to gasp that he was going to come.

"Shoot it, stud, shoot it!" Meg cried in response.

She plunged down with her pussy on her son's cock just as Andy climaxed. The cum spurted as long and as hard as it had in Meg's ass. Her cunt was leaking even before Andy's prick had finished unloading.

When it was over, even Meg had had enough fucking for one night. She slithered off her son and sprawled face down on the bed, fresh jizz oozing from her sloppy pussy.

"Going to sleep, Mom?" Andy asked when Meg had been still for a while.

There was no answer, Meg was already out like a light. When she rolled over, she was smiling as if she were dreaming of a rerun of everything that had just happened.

Andy, however, could not drop off. Now that he had sucked and fucked his mother again, his thoughts had turned to the other piece of ass in his life.

"Sally," Andy whispered his sexy cousin's name. "What am I going to do about Sally?"

For he had just remembered that tomorrow was Saturday, and Saturday night was when he and Sally had their regular date to get it on. Just how he was going to handle that with his horny mother breathing down his neck, Andy did not know.