"Her lover son" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

CHAPTER THREE

Joleen stirred and pulled the covers over her bare, cold skin. Her shoulder was exposed to the frigid air of the bedroom. She had forgotten to turn up the heat again. With her head feeling like a rotten melon ready to split apart, and the taste of a well-worn sweat sock in her mouth, she didn't wonder why she had forgotten to turn up the thermostat the night before.

The blanket covered her to the neck, but as she pulled, she felt a resistance. That bothered her. Harold was out of town and wouldn't be back from his overseas flight for another week.

Joleen sat bolt upright in bed and ignored the blood pounding in her ears and the sharp jab of pain that needled into the back of her eyeballs. In horror, she saw the naked body of Larry in bed next to her. Bits and pieces of what had happened the previous night began to filter up out of the hangover-masked depths of her mind.

She remembered being drunk. She remembered Larry coming home from Katherine's stoned out of his tree. Her mouth felt as dry and parched as the desert sands when she remembered Larry fucking her.

She had fucked her own son!

The woman felt her stomach do a flipflop in reaction. That was unforgivable! Joleen could barely comprehend what she had done, the demands her body had made that forced her into fucking her own flesh and blood.

Larry stretched his cramped muscles without opening his eyes. He yawned an enormous yawn, then rolled onto his back and flexed his muscles like a cat awakening from a long nap. Joleen was fascinated in spite of herself as she watched the flow and play of her son's tendons and muscles.

Her son wasn't a weightlifter or a jock, but he wasn't any ninety-eight-pound weakling, either. There wasn't any flab on him like there was on Harold. In a way, her son reminded her of the man she had married nineteen years earlier. Larry was trim, well built, sleek, streamlined and one hell of a good fuck.

That thought frightened her for a moment, then her triphammering heart slowed back to normal. What was really so wrong with fucking her own son? There wasn't any chance of pregnancy; the pill had taken care of things like that. And she needed a man, a real man, around to sate her aching desires. Her sexual tensions had built to the point where she thought she would go insane. Was it really all that bad using her son as the outlet she needed?

The more Joleen thought about it, the more sense it made. Larry was around. Harold wasn't. Larry was a man, youthful and lustful. Harold was getting paunchy and hadn't really satisfied her in the last ten years.

Harold Jensen may have been an expert pilot, but when it came down to soaring in the sack, he was more of a canceled flight than anything else.

"Hi, Mom," said Larry, his voice tinged with the fuzzy blur of sleep.

"How are you this morning?" loleen could barely stand the sound of her own voice. The hangover made her tongue feel like a catcher's mitt, and she was sure that the evil little gnome inside her head would never stop kicking the backs of her eyeballs with those spiked golf shoes.

"Just great. But you look like warmed over death. You shouldn't drink like you do. Take up a clean vice."

He was sounding more and more cheerful. And Joleen hated him for it.

"Really, Mom. Dope's a lot better high. You must have one hell of a big hangover." He watched as she solemnly shook her head no.

"Hmmm," Larry muttered. Then he clapped his hands together in a sharp, emphatic sound that threatened to burst Joleen's eardrums.

"Dammit! Why the hell did you have to do that?" she cried.

"Ha! Thought so! You do have a hangover. And I bet you've forgotten what all happened last night. Booze makes people forget a lot of stuff. I remember everything."

Joleen wasn't sure if her son was boasting or merely stating a fact. She asked, "And what happened, Mr. Know-It-All?"

"After we finished fucking out in the living room, you sucked on my cock for a while. Then I got it up, we came in here and got it on again." He studied his mother for a few seconds, then said, "Mother of mine, have you ever got a tight one. Even tighter than Kathy's, and is she ever a hot one!"

Joleen saw her son didn't have the slightest remorse or hangup over fucking his own mother. In fact, he seemed to have enjoyed it. And he was complimenting her. Joleen couldn't remember the last time Harold had said anything halfway nice about their lovemaking. Mostly, he just grunted a lot, shot his load into her, then rolled off and went to sleep.

The woman shuddered as she thought of the many nights she had listened to Harold's snores disturbing the quiet.

"Don't you think it's a little… kinky… to ball your own mother?" Joleen asked in obvious surprise.

"Sure, that's what makes it such a turn on! It's really kinky! Face it, Mom, I can't stand the same things over and over. It's got to be exciting. You've got to do different things, or you'll get bored. I bet the old man is a real downer in the sack. Missionary position or nothing, right?"

It took Joleen a couple seconds to realize that Larry was talking about Harold. She hadn't realized how obvious it was, her relationship with her husband. Even her son had seen that Harold was less than adequate sexually. Joleen would not have cared if Harold had been inexpert as long as he had tried different positions. That hangup of his about always getting on top was tiresome after so many years of marriage. He wouldn't even eat her out, though he sometimes demanded that his wife suck his cock. The woman sometimes thought Harold had a large streak of sadism in him. That he delighted in making her do the same tired things year after year, refusing to innovate.

Hell, she had never even been fucked up the ass! In nineteen Goddamn years of marriage, Harold had completely missed her rear door.

That sudden thought made her answer, "That's the way it is, Larry. Your father's not much of an ace in bed. He's never… fucked me in… the ass." Her words stretched out. She wanted to see what effect they would have on her son.

Larry scratched his ribs, then his balls. The woman couldn't keep her eyes off his cock. Her son was really hung. That long cock of his could keep a harem satisfied. It had certainly kept her satisfied last night.

Larry, almost too casually, said, "That so? That must be a real shame because you have such a nice ass. It's so round and firm. Doesn't sag and look flabby like most women. This might sound really kinky to you, but I get a real charge out of watching you walk down the street. Or just around the house. Your butt sways so nice. Not up and down or from side to side but sort of in a circle. Really a turn on watching you from behind."

Larry continued to scratch at his groin, languorously, in obvious invitation.

Joleen licked her dry lips. Did she really want to be ass-fucked by her own son? It was apparent he'd do it. As the woman watched, she could see his cock slowly stiffening. Could she waste his beautiful hard-on?

The familiar aching and hollow feeling in her cunt returned. She needed a man, and Harold wasn't able to provide for her in that line any more. Larry seemed more than willing; he seemed to be eager for the opportunity to make it with his own mother.

The bored housewife made the big decision. She reached over and removed Larry's hand from his crotch and replaced it with her own. She purred, "What's a big boy like you doing jacking himself off? When there's a woman around?" Joleen began a gentle stroking of the semistiff cock curled in his groin. Her hand felt the stiff, bristling hair of her son's groin before she started the gradual journey down the hardening shaft. Two trips from balls to cockhead and Larry's prick was huge. As huge as Joleen remembered from the night before.

She held the quivering cock in her cool grasp, then squeezed. The pulsating vein along the shaft thrilled her. The feel of the loose skin as she stroked the cock excited her. When Larry pulled her lips to his for a deep soul kiss, Joleen almost ripped his prick out by the roots.

Unlike Harold, Larry didn't seem to mind the painful handling of his cock. He seemed to ignore it in his lust, his haste to pull his mother's body firmly against his own. Joleen gasped as the air rushed out of her lungs. Larry's grip around her body was like that of a bear's.

Her tongue dueled in the erotic, moist playground of her son's mouth. Their tongues twisted around and around and intertwined as they stimulated each other. When Joleen felt her nipples harden into tiny pebbles poking into Larry's sparsely haired chest, she knew that she would do whatever he wanted. She didn't want to deny him any part of her body, be it mouth or cunt or… asshole!

That singe thought thrilled her more than the entire last ten years of fucking Harold. She had been trapped, and now she was being liberated by her son. Joleen would gladly forsake everything she had for a good sex partner.

Larry squirted her tongue from his mouth with a thrust of his own oral member. He decided that he'd had enough of this mouth play the night before. He wanted to sample other delights of his mother's body. And her ear seemed like a good place to begin.

Larry exhaled heavily, hotly. His breath sensitized the delicate flesh of Joleen's earlobe. That simple action made her gasp in reaction and clutch him even closer. The feel of her tits pressing into his chest made him wonder if she could poke all the way through his body with those marble-hard pebbles on the tips of her tits.

He didn't know; he didn't care. If it killed him, what a way to go!

Larry thrust his tongue, cock hard, into his mother's ear. He wasn't able to penetrate very far, but it didn't make that much of a difference. She was properly aroused by his erotic foreplay. When he tasted the tender flesh of her earlobe, Joleen began to writhe and rub against him with a fierce sexual need. A need to be fucked.

As Larry tongue-fucked his mother's ear, Joleen gripped at her son's chest with her fingers. Unable to withstand the need any more, she pleaded, "Oh, Larry… fuck me! I want you up my ass! It's burning up! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCKMEFUCKME…!"

Larry heard the plea and felt his cock stiffen even more in response. To actually bury his cock up his mother's asshole! That was something he had thought about, had jacked off thinking about. A dream about to come true since she was actually begging him to do it!

It was lime for him to take command. She had more or less been in the driver's seat up till now.

Laryy would not allow that any longer. He pushed her away from him as he ordered, "On your hands and knees! Right now!"

Like a flash of lightning, Joleen obeyed. She almost panted in anticipation of having that huge hunk of manmeat shoved up her ass. Joleen poised herself on the bed waiting for her son to take her doggie style up the asshole.

Like an artist, Larry studied the material with which he had to work. His mother's perky ass poked up in the air, inviting him to spread those milky white asscheeks with his cock and plunge into her shit chute. He took both globes in his strong hands and kneaded the flesh. The flow of the skin under his powerful squeezing fingers excited Larry. He knew it excited his mother, too, because he could see the yawning cavern of her cunt begin to moisten with juice.

Larry gripped one assoheek and turned it in a counterclockwise direction. The right cheek was rotated in a clockwise pattern. Joleen felt as if she were being torn apart. The daggers of pain exploded in her loins like bombs detonating. Rut it was a good pain, a pain tied together with stimulation of her cunt. Joleen could feel the skin being stretched around her cunt, feel her clit being worked back and forth as her cuntlips were moved around the tiny spike of pleasure buried at the juncture of her labia.

Her son knew it was turning her on. The flow of her inner lubricants, proved that. Her heavy panting, the way her entire body shivered with carnal need, all showed Larry he was doing the right thing.

But he needed his own throbbing, jerking cock tended to and fast! He didn't want to squirt his jism all over his mother's back. He wanted to be inside her when he came. Getting into her ass would be hard unless he was properly oiled for the job.

Larry gripped his mother's trim waist with his hands and shoved his hips forward in a swooping thrust. His aim wasn't off a millimeter. The long, steely shaft penetrated Joleen's cunt and raced up her channel so fast they both gasped from the sudden friction.

Larry wished he could have stayed there, in this position, fucking his mother from behind like an animal. His fingers clamped down so tightly on her waist he left handprints.

He could stay buried up Joleen's cunt. Sure. But that wasn't what either of them really wanted. Larry quickly made the decision, then rammed in and out of the frothy cunt several more times to make sure he was properly greased and ready for action. Then he moved back and spread his mother's thighs a bit more. Larry had plenty of room. He just liked running his hands along the smooth, soft skin of the woman's inner thighs.

His cock glistening in the morning light that drifted into the bedroom through the open curtains, Larry advanced. The bed was soft and yielding and did not provide him with as firm a surface as he would have preferred. But all such thoughts vanished when the tip of his cock lightly touched against the tight sphincter of his mother's ass.

The tiny little muscle was clenched like a fist. It didn't want anything the size of Larry's cock shoved past it. But Larry was determined to cram his prick up his mother's asshole. The tip of his glans pressed firmly into the resisting asshole. Larry pulled his mother's hips back into his groin until the hairy upper portions of his thighs rubbed against the backs of her legs.

Joleen felt the anal muscle begin to relax as Larry slowly, inexorably shoved forward into her asshole. Larry didn't batter and smash into her, for which she was grateful. This was painful. It hurt like hell. She hadn't felt as much pain since she had her cherry popped when she was fifteen.

With his gradual movements, Larry soon buried the broad, turgid head of his fat cock inside his mother's ass. He caught his breath and poised himself. The muscle was relaxed and all was in readiness. He tensed the flat, strong muscles of his stomach, then heaved.

Joleen screamed as her ass was reamed by Larry's eight-inch cock. The first inch had been painful; this was a thousand times worse. She felt as if an entire army of fire ants had been turned loose in her asshole. Yet, at the same time, it was sheer Heaven. The feeling of a huge cock inside her, filling her and giving her pleasure, became the foremost sensation in her body, drowning out all pain.

The woman felt her internal membranes being stretched and pulled in new and unfamiliar directions. The feeling was delicious. Her entire body tingled and felt more alive than it ever had before. Joleen wondered why she hadn't done this before.

Ass-fucking was even more fun than having cock shoved up her cunt!

The warmth in her ass spread like slowly melting butter. The woman wiggled her butt and shoved back into her son's crotch to let him know that everything was okay. She didn't trust herself to say anything. All Joleen was able to do was purr like a contented cat, deep in her throat.

Larry didn't have to be told that everything was going fine. He could feel it. God, could he ever feel it! If he had thrust his cock into a surgeon's glove, the fit couldn't have been tighter. If the glove had been filled with hot lava, his cock couldn't have been surrounded by a hotter substance. Larry felt the searing heat along his entire shaft. He felt as if he had been caught in some erotically designed vise, his cock completely trapped in the jaws.

Larry withdrew, then slammed forward again. His mother groaned, "Uuuummm, goood, Larry, so goood! Fuck my asss!" Her passions mounted higher and higher as Larry picked up the speed of his stroking.

The friction became virtually unbearable as Larry made one huge thrust after another into the grasping, hot tunnel of Joleen's ass. His piston action continued until his balls felt as if they were ready to explode.

Joleen's reaction to the fucking of her virgin ass was even more potent. The fire kindled in her loins spread like napalm. She was engulfed in the radioactive fires devouring her innards. The buried spike of Larry's cock seemed to be the center for the intense, wonderful sensations radiating throughout her belly.

The woman bounced a bit on the soft bed and the springing action shoved her son's prick even farther up her ass. Lance after sweet lance of flame licked at her and gradually crept along her nerves until her entire being shook and trembled in reaction.

There was no gradual building toward an orgasm for Joleen. Not this time. The velvet and iron grip clamped down on her and tossed her high on the hurricane winds of ecstasy before she was aware of what was happening. Joleen floated and soared and sailed until her body was drained of all energy. Never had she felt so sexually sated as when she finally drifted down from that incredible sexual high.

Larry had felt his mother's body go rigid with climax. His own was quick to follow. The idea of fucking his mother was a turn on; fucking her up the shit chute was even more exciting to the youth. His cock seemed to expand even more, fill up the tiny diameter of the woman's asshole to capacity, before it literally exploded.

A flood of jism dynamited into Joleen's ass. Larry bucked and hunched in his lust as his mighty cock spewed out its fiery load. All too soon, his cock began to deflate and Larry looked down between his legs. His once-proud cock dribbled out of his mother's ass amid a flow of his own cum. White gobs of the sticky cream clung to his prick as the fleshy rod rapidly shrank. Larry felt weak, and collapsed onto the bed. Joleen curled up next to him and quietly said, "That was super, or whatever you call it, Larry."

"Super? You mean it was one hell of a fuck!"

"Right on!"

Then they drifted off to sleep, curled up against each other like young lovers.