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CHAPTER FOUR

So far Steve had struck out three times and muffed a pair of easy catches. Now, out in left field in the bottom of the ninth with the score tied, all he wanted was for the damned game to be over.

He got the chance to end it. The batter hit a fly his way and there was a runner at third base. If Steve butchered the play, the runner would score, and the other team would win.

"Don't blow it this time, Son!" Steve heard his father scream as the ball sailed toward him.

"Fuck you, Dad," Steve muttered.

The ball bounced at his feet. The game was over and Steve walked away without looking back. He knew his father wouldn't follow him since there was nothing the old man hated more than a loser.

Then, as everyone else at the picnic made a beeline for the food, Steve drifted back over toward the pond.

"Damn them," he cursed Dottie and Alice, recalling how his cousin and sister had pushed him out of the picture so they could get it on like a couple of dykes. "When I catch up with those two bitches, they'll be sorry."

But he didn't get halfway there before he heard footsteps gaining on him from behind.

When he looked around, it was his mother. She was crying.

"Jeez, Mom, what's the matter?" Steve asked when she'd reached him.

"It's your father," she sniffled. "He's blown his top over that stupid ball game. You know how be hates to lose at anything. The man's impossible."

"It's my fault," Steve said. "I should've caught the ball. If we'd won instead of them, Dad's be the life of the party."

"His bragging is as bad as his complaining," Steve's mother hissed, her tears giving way to rage. "Either way he's an asshole. Fuck him!"

Steve knew his parents didn't get along all that well but he'd never heard his mother say such things. But, then he caught a whiff of beer on her breath, he'd never been around her when she was drinking either.

"Yeah, I've had a few," she slurred, reading his mind. "So what?"

"It's all right, Mom," Steve told her. "Let it all out."

He meant it. She seemed different somehow, not like his mother at all, but some woman he was meeting for the first time.

As she continued seething, her tits rose and fell under her print blouse. Steve noticed for the first time that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Suddenly his eyes were all over her. He saw how her tight shorts hugged her trim ass and cut into the slice of her pussy. She was a hell of a good looking woman!

He thought of her name. Maggie. He'd known her all his life and he'd never called her that. But, he realized now, it went perfectly with her mane of red hair and flashing green eyes.

"Dad doesn't deserve you," he blurted out. "You're telling me," Maggie heatedly agreed. "If it wasn't for you kids, I'd have…" She stopped in mid-sentence, noticing how her teenaged son was staring at her body. "What's the matter? What're you, looking at?"

"You, Maggie," Steve boldly answered, addressing her by her first name for the first time ever.

"Don't call me that," she muttered. "And quit staring at me that way. It makes me feel like you're… you…"

"Undressing you with my eyes, Maggie?" Steve said, his boldness mounting.

"Why, you little bastard!" his mother sputtered. "I ought to slap your face."

She lifted her arm but the beer made her clumsy. Steve grabbed one wrist, then the other one. He drew her toward him so her nipples brush him through her blouse. They were hard.

"Let me go," Maggie whimpered.

"And what if I do?" Steve countered.

Maggie was silent.

"You'll stay right here," Steve answered his own question. "And not budge an inch while I take off your clothes."

"What if somebody sees us?" Maggie gulped.

"Everybody's busy eating," Steve said. "They'll never notice us."

"You must be crazy," Maggie choked. "It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"That's the whole idea, Maggie," Steve replied. "We're strangers now but after this is over, everything'll be just like, it was before."

"But now?" Maggie asked, her voice rising.

Rather than answering with words, Steve unbuttoned her blouse. Her braless tits tumbled forth. The image of his cousin Dottie's teenaged tits flashed through Steve's mind. His mother's tits were just as perfect. Her tits had sure held their shape over the years.

"Disappointed?" Maggie asked anxiously.

Steve lowered his head to her chest and ran his tongue from one rosy nipple to the other. "You're beautiful."

"But you still haven't seen all of me," Maggie purred.

She removed her shorts herself, unzipping them and shaking them down her thighs. Now her panties were all that remained between her and total nudity, and her panties were so sheer that her son could see right through them. Her bush, even redder than the hair on her head, seemed to glow through the transparent fabric.

And then the panties were also peeled off. When she was finally naked, she rubbed her bare pussy against the straining bulge in her son's swim trunks.

"Now you," she said, fingering the waistband of the trunks.

She pulled out the elastic and looked down into her son's throbbing basket. His stiff prick leapt up to meet her gaze, its swollen head red.

"Mmmm, now that's a cock," Maggie hungrily rasped.

She dropped to her knees, tugging his trunks down along with her. Then Steve's prick was in her mouth. She swallowed inch after inch until she'd deep-throated the whole prick.

Next she brought Steve to his knees too. He knew what she wanted so he nudged her backward until he was on top of her. Then he swiveled around so he could eat her pussy while she sucked his cock.

As mother and son sixty-nined in the tall grass, Steve couldn't help contrasting Maggie with his cousin and sister. Her cunt was as sweet as either Dottie's or Alice's pussy and she gave a blow-job that he felt down to his toes.

She came in his mouth, leaving him eager to do the same thing to her. Stepping up her suction, she now used her mouth like a pussy on his prick, orally fucking him.

"Don't waste much time, do you, Maggie?" She tugged at every inch of his cock with her throat and mouth. And she squeezed his nuts to go along with it.

"Drink it, Maggie, drink it!" Steve grunted, his cum erupting.

Maggie matched every creamy spurt with a greedy gulp. By the time he'd shot his wad, Steve thought his balls had been turned inside out. But when he slid his drained cock from between his mother's sticky lips, he was harder than ever.

"Mmmm, this beats anything I could've imagined," Maggie gurgled. "I've heard you young boys don't lose it, but this is the first time I've ever been lucky enough to see for myself."

"I could always keep it up for you, Maggie, no matter how old I was," Steve said. "I need a hard-on for what I really want to do to you."

"Sounds like an invitation to fuck," Maggie lilted.

"You ready?"

"Am I breathing?"

Steve expected her to fall back with her legs spread in the standard fucking position. But Maggie took another approach, bouncing up on all fours. With her ass raised and her pussy open from the rear, she was a human bitch in heat.

"That's right, stud," she called to her son over her shoulder. "I like it doggie-style – and I'm not just talking about my cunt." She circled a fingertip around the pucker of her asshole. "Know what I mean?"

Surprised, Steve felt cherry all over again.

"Well?" Maggie prompted, him.

"You really want it in the ass?" he gulped.

"Right where I shit!" Maggie bubbled.

"But you're so small down there and my cock's so big," Steve noted.

"Don't worry. If you fuck my pussy first, all that juice will make your cock so slippery that it'll slide right up my ass."

"You're sure?"

"Hell, no!" Maggie laughed, sharing another of her surprises. "My ass is one hundred percent cherry. For all I know, it'll hurt like the devil. But, mmmm, it'll hurt so good as long as I know it's your beautiful, young cock."

"And if I turn you down?"

"You won't," Maggie replied. "You can call me by my first name all you want, kiddo, but I'm still your mom. Until you leave home, you'll do what I say whether it's cleaning your room or fucking me in the ass!"

"Pulling rank, huh?" Steve uneasily joked. "Next you'll be threatening to dock my allowance."

"No, I'll double it," Maggie shot back. "We have a deal?"

"Okay, deal," Steve agreed. "But if it gets too heavy for you, let me know."

"Fair enough," Maggie said.

"Now let's get started. All this talking's just a waste of that gorgeous hard-on of yours. Put it in my cunt to start with, and I mean deep. Then I'll let you know when it's time to switch to my ass."

Steve dutifully lined up behind his mother. When his prick pierced her pussy he could see it going in, tugging her clutching pussy lips inward.

In the dog-fucking position, Maggie's pussy was easily hilted. And when she'd taken all of Steve's cock, she squeezed her pussy muscles around it and rolled her hips. The friction immediately had her son's balls churning.

Maggie quickly demonstrated her ability to make her cunt tighten or relax at will. These contractions resulted in a rippling effect which made Steve feel as though his cock were in a vibrating vise. He didn't have to work at all to get the most out of his mother's pussy. She was doing everything, fucking him instead of the other way around.

After a while, Steve sort of joked: "You're making it too easy on me."

"Then go ahead and ram me," Maggie suggested.

Her cunt loosened its grip around her son's prick. Steve pulled back until only his cockhead remained within her. Then he coiled his hips like they were hinged with springs.

"Yeah!" he gushed, as he drove into her with all his might. "I like it this way even better!"

"Me too!" Maggie squealed. "Rip me! Rip me! Split me in two if you can!"

Feeling very macho now, Steve slammed his crotch again and again against his mother's hoisted asscheeks. Her wet pussy squished while she rocked to and fro on her knees to match the tempo of his repeated fuck-surges.

"Coming yet?" he asked her.

Maggie answered: "Only better than I ever have in my whole life. If your father could fuck me like this, I wouldn't care if he was a bastard."

"Leave Dad out of this," Steve grunted. "It's just you and me now."

To keep Maggie quiet, he fucked her even harder. She cooperated by coming so much that all she could do was gasp. But then Steve couldn't shake his father from his mind. Port like all boys his age, he possessed a natural yearning to beat the old man at his own game.

With every thrust of his cock into his mother's cunt, Steve was getting back at his father. "How do you like this, Pop?" he blurted out. "I'm fucking your wife!"

Marge understood. She'd brought up Steve's dad in the first place to give her son a chance to blow off steam. However, it wasn't merely for Steve's benefit that Maggie had done it. She was really just guaranteeing that she got what she wanted most from her hung son – his cock in her ass.

She let the muscles of her pussy go slack. All of a sudden the friction wasn't there, no matter how powerfully her son thrust his big cock into her. She could hear him panting with frustration.

"Out of the groove?" she called back.

Steve admitted that he wasn't feeling her cunt around his prick the way he had been.

"Your father has that problem," Maggie told him. "But he's never been smart enough to figure out what to do about it. That's why my ass is still cherry."

His cock jerked from her pussy, greased with a thick sheen of female cum. The head mashed Maggie's swollen ass pucker. Reaching behind, she spread her ass cheeks, widening the opening as much as she could. But not wide enough to lessen the basic mismatch between Steve's thick cock and her narrow ass tunnel – which was just the way she wanted it.

"Oh, hurts sooo gooooood!" she swooned as he plowed into her.

Steve kept driving until he was in her to his balls. He'd thought it was tight when he'd fucked the cherry pussies of his cousin and sister. But Dottie and Alice couldn't match his mother's asshole with their cunts.

Now he pulled back in order to set himself for another cock-surge. To his surprise, this made his mother climax.

"Feels even better cumin' out than it does going in," she explained. "Go ahead, ram me again so you can yank it back out and keep me coming."

Sinking in to the root, Steve felt his nuts slap pussy a notch below as he hilted Maggie's ass. When he drew back, his mother's ass felt like a noose around his cock.

"Oh, shit," Maggie moaned, her voice rolling in the gutter, "it's fan-fucking-tastic. Reach down and touch my cunt."

Steve slipped his hand under this mother's belly, exploring the folds of her pussy. When he found her clit, he couldn't believe how swollen it was. He caught it between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking it.

"Mmmm, you read my mind," Maggie groaned. "Jack off my clit while you fuck my ass. I'll come in puddles."

Steve thrust his cock so deeply that its head reached his mother's bowels. When he pulled back he could see the female shit which crept farther and farther along the shaft. He got an increasing better handle on Maggie's clit. Filled with blood, it had grown even larger than his sister Alice's clitty.

And thinking of Alice, Steve couldn't help but wonder what she and Dottie were doing right now. He sure wouldn't mind seeing the expressions on their faces if they found out he was fucking his mother. That'd blow their minds, the damned dykes!

Steve had no way of knowing just exactly how close that was to happening. For at this time, Dottie and Alice were finally emerging from the isolation of the pond with Steve's aunt, Sarah. Having dressed, they were reluctantly on their way to rejoining the picnic. But they were stopped in their tracks.

"Uh-oh," Sarah said to the girls. "Looks like we aren't the only ones who've strayed off the beaten path; if you know what I mean." She pointed toward the hunched-over figures that she'd spotted up ahead. Twilight was near, but there was still enough sun to see the bare bodies of the naked couple in the tall grass.

"Gee, they're fucking all right," Dottie said. "Who do you think it is?"

"We're probably better off now knowing," Sarah laughed.

"Your mom's right," Alice told her cousin when Dottie squinted to get a better look. "C'mon, we've had our fun, let them have theirs. None of our business."

Alice went on and Sarah started to follow her but Dottie remained behind. When her cousin and mother were several feet away, he excitedly motioned for them to rejoin her.

"How many women at this picnic have red hair?" she whispered after they returned.

Alice and Sarah flinched. Only one person fit that description.

"It's your mom, for sure," Dottie told her cousin.

"Drop it, will you?" Alice snapped. "If my mom's found somebody, good for her. I'm leaving."

"I think he's fucking her in the ass," Dottie persisted, edging closer.

Even as they moved in the opposite direction, Alice and Sarah could not miss the cry of female passion which cut through the grass like a blade.

"Oh, Steve; Steve!" Maggie pleaded. "Fill up my ass with your hot, young jizz!"

Just as there was only one woman at the picnic with red hair, there was only one Steve. Alice and Sarah abruptly reversed directions, quickly flanking Dottie, the three of them stealing closer.

"Take it! Take it!" Steve grunted, burying his big cock in his mother's ass.

"Yes, shoot it, shoot it!" Maggie shrieked. Steve's crotch twitched as he pinched off repeated blasts of liquid heat. Then, his balls drained, he sucked in air and fell backward. Popping from his mother's asshole, his cock was smeared with shit. Maggie wheeled around and went down on him without hesitation, feasting on her own filth.

And watching it all as they knelt in the grass were Alice, Dottie and Sarah. When Maggie's, eyes rose, focusing in their direction, the women froze like rabbits in the glare of oncoming headlights.

Maggie realized that she and her son had an audience. "Oh, my God!" she shuddered.

"What the hell?" Steve blurted. Then he looked around and saw the three shadows in the tall grass.