Mom’s Secret Lover
by Earl Buck
(MOM-104)


FOREWORD

Nancy Milton was a youthfully preserved woman of thirty-eight who
despaired over the fact that her busy businessman-husband just wasn’t
seemingly capable of satisfying her sexually.

Since her husband was so wrapped up in his business chain, he was gone
from home a good deal of the time. And, indeed, even on those occasions
when he was at home, he never seemed to be able to arouse himself
sexually. He would be tired out from all the business activities in which he
had engaged during the day.

Even though Nancy was not the type of woman normally disposed toward
playing around, the more neglected that she became, the more
conspicuously such a temptation emerged in both mind and body.

On one occasion when her husband was tied up with his business, Nancy
agreed to accompany some lady friends from the neighborhood to a
nightclub.

All that Nancy had anticipated was an outing away from home, but when
her eyes met that of the drummer of the rock group playing at the club, her
whole perspective began to change.

Young Jack Stacey asked Nancy to meet him at a nearby bar the following
afternoon. Even though she bluntly told him that she could not consider it,
she finally decided to show up at the bar the next day, telling herself that it
was no more than a curiosity move on her part.

Nancy soon discovered that her feelings for Jack extended far beyond
curiosity. Soon he began providing her with a good deal of the love and
affection that she had been missing for so long from her husband.

Once that Nancy steps out on her own, she soon begins to harbor designs on
her own handsome teenage son. She discovers that once a woman lets
herself go, it can be next to impossible to pull back.

“Mom’s Secret Lover” is all about the emotional battles encountered by a

beautiful married woman as she seeks a meaningful sex relationship in her
life.

The Publisher

CHAPTER 1

Nancy Milton was a restless woman who knew that she needed plenty of
sex to satisfy her strong sensual nature.

She was married to a successful husband, but Sam was so totally committed
to his business activities, namely a string of men’s clothing stores
throughout Southern California, that he had very little time or energy to
devote to Nancy. At thirty-eight she had kept her body in remarkable
condition. She constantly fooled people wherever she went, leading them to
believe that she was considerably younger than her thirty-eight years.
Whenever she was seen in the presence of her teenage son, Bob, people
always took him to either be her brother or, in certain instances, her
boyfriend.

Nancy was flattered by the fact that young men were so attracted to her.
Whenever she would attend parties and would be out of the sight of her
husband, they would flock to her. A number of them would bluntly ask her
for a date, while others were just waiting for her to show some interest.

Nancy had raven black hair and dark, intelligent, piercing eyes. Her figure
was exquisite, with trim, firm legs and lovely jutting breasts. She had a
private masseuse rub her down twice a week and, in addition, she played a
good deal of tennis and swam. She wanted to keep herself looking young,
so that she would constantly receive stares from male admireres.

For a long time Nancy lived with her frustration. The frustration of not
getting satisfactory sex began to truly upset her. She tolerated the way
things were, but only for a short period of time. When it became evident
that Sam was just too tired out at the end of most evenings to give her any
physical attention, she began looking elsewhere.

One evening when she had gone with a couple of girlfriends to a night club
to listen to some rock music, she noticed that a handsome young rock
drummer of a leading group was looking her way. She could tell from the
starry-eyed expressions that he was conveying to her that he was very much
attracted.

“The drummer certainly has eyes for you,” one of the other girls at the table
looked at Nancy and winked.

“Does he?” Nancy asked, shrugging a little self-consciously.

“He looks pretty cute,” another of the women said. “Maybe you ought to
give him a tumble, Nancy.”

“I’m a married woman,” Nancy said.

“Sure you are, darling, but you know as well as I do that you're not getting
what you should from your husband,” one of the women reminded her.

Nancy was too embarrassed to continue the conversation. She knew that the
woman’s comment was completely accurate. It bothered her to think of the
fact that her husband was not giving her sufficient sexual attention.

They sat and listened to the music for a few more minutes. The rock group
took a break. Nancy was actually a little happy. It took some pressure off of
her now that the young man was not staring in her direction.

A few moments later, the cocktail waitress arrived with a drink for Nancy.
“What’s this for?” Nancy asked. “I don’t need another drink right now.”

“The young man over there,” the waitress pointed toward the drummer.
“Jack Stacey, the drummer.”

“That’s his name?”

The waitress nodded and walked away. She had a little gleam in her eyes
which conveyed that something was going on between the two of them.

The drummer looked over at Nancy and nodded. He was sitting at a table
drinking some water and talking with members of his group. He set the
glass down, got up from the chair, then walked over to the table.
“Here he comes,” one of the women said. “This is exciting.”

“Maybe we’d all better go to the powder room for a few moments,” another
of the women suggested tactfully. “Nancy should be here alone.”

“No, you don’t need to do that,” Nancy said nervously.

The women got up and walked away. The nervousness within Nancy tugged
even more noticeably than before. She sat there pensively, her hands
trembling as Jack Stacey moved closer. The nearer that he came, the more
handsome that he looked to Nancy.

“Can I sit down for a moment?” he asked.

“I guess so,” she gulped.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks for the drink. I don’t know what prompted you to do it.”

“I saw you and I liked you,” Jack said. “I’m not one of these guys who
beats around the bush. When I see a chick I really dig, I figure I ought to
move in and at least make an effort to get acquainted. From the way you
were looking at me, I could see that the feeling was mutual.”

“How could you tell that?” Nancy asked.

“Hell, it’s not all that tough,” Jack laughed. “Particularly when you have
been around as many women as I have. I’ve traveled all over the world,
baby, with our group. I can tell when a woman is really satisfied with the
way things are and when she isn’t. Sure, I noticed the wedding ring, but that
doesn’t mean a damn thing. You're not satisfied.”

“How dare you talk to me this way,” Nancy raised her voice, which was
also quavering.

“You see, you're proving me right,” he grinned knowingly.
“What do you mean? I’m just incensed because you’re acting impertinent.
Thanks for the drink, but that doesn’t give you a right to insult me.”

“I wasn’t insulting you. I was just stating a fact. You just haven’t been
really properly satisfied, and I’d like to get acquainted with you. I think the
two of us could be very happy together.”

“You really are an arrogant son-of-a-bitch.”
Jack threw his head back and laughed.

“Of course I am,” he said. “But I’m also a pretty damned smart one. I know
how to analyze things. I can see now more than ever that I analyzed this
situation correctly. But you're fighting it. There’s really no reason to fight
it. Believe me when I tell you that, my dear.”

“Now just what am I supposed to do?” she asked him.

“How about meeting me at the little bar right across the street from here
tomorrow at one? We can talk a little, and maybe go over to my place.”

“You’ve got to be crazy. I'm a married woman. Happily married.”

“You might like your husband for certain things, but you don’t dig him for
sex,” Jack shook his head.

“How would you know? You act like a mind-reader.”

“I can see it from the way you returned my expression. There was
electricity there, honey, and it’s here right now. So I'll see you tomorrow at
one.

“You've got to be out of your mind. You won’t see me at all.”

“Excuse me, nice talking to you. By the way, what’s your name?”

“Nancy, but what’s it to you? You're not gonna see me after tonight.”

“Excuse me. I've got to go back to my group.”
Nancy left the club with her friends a few minutes later. As a matter-of-fact,
she was the person who insisted upon leaving. She was still irked as a result
of Jack’s conversation. When she left the night club, it was with the firm
conviction of never again returning to see Jack. Even if she might have
liked his group, she couldn’t stand the thought of looking into his eyes. She
regarded him as arrogant and brazen, the kind of man who thought he was
god’s gift to women.

Late the following morning, Nancy began to eye the clock. She got to
thinking about that one o’clock appointment that Jack Stacey had set up.
She wondered if he would actually be there. She thought about it and
decided that he wouldn’t. After all, she had convincingly told him that she
wasn’t interested, and that she wouldn’t be there to see him.

Nancy thought about it some more. The next thing she knew, she was
applying her makeup carefully and getting into a peach-colored pantsuit.
She got into her Mercedes sports car, then drove toward the bar where he
had said he would meet her.

She tried to tell herself that it was sheer curiosity. Of course, she could look
inside the window, determining whether he was there or not, then drive
away. She didn’t really want to meet him. Her emotional apparatus was
telling her something completely different, however, as she observed the
tingling sensations in her pussy. The closer that she drove to the bar, the
more that her cunt tingled as she just sat there, wondering what was going
to happen.

Nancy walked inside the bar. Her body was actually trembling as she
looked around, seeing if she could observe Jack. She told herself that if she
saw him, she would look at him, make some kind of witty comment, then
walk out. She would put him in his place.

She looked around. The bar area was somewhat dark, so it was difficult to
see. But all of the sudden she heard a familiar voice.

“I’m over here,” Jack laughed.
She looked into his eyes with hypnotic fascination. She sat down next to
him, and soon they were drinking. Several cocktails later, he looked at her
and grinned.

“You play tennis?” he asked.
“Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I play it quite a bit.”

“Great, I’ve got my own court at my beach pad in Malibu. How about us
driving out and having a game?”

“That sounds fine.” she nodded.

As she got into her car and followed Jack’s Cadillac, moving down Pacific
Coast Highway toward his beach home in Malibu, she couldn’t help but
think about how swiftly things were moving. First of all she had gone to
meet him at the bar, contrary to what she had told herself she would do.
And now she was accompanying him to his home, where she would play
tennis with him.

As they swung their cars into the circular driveway at the side of his home,
which overlooked the waters of the Pacific Ocean, she got out of her car
and exclaimed:

“I can’t play tennis. I don’t have my outfit with me.”

“I’ve got a woman's tennis dress for the occasion,” Jack laughed. “Lots of
times a chick will be over here and will want to play tennis, but she doesn’t
have her outfit with her. That’s why I keep this one on hand. It would ruin a
lot of tennis games otherwise.”

“You think of everything.”

“When it comes to my relations with women, you’re damned right I do,” he
winked.

As she went to a cabana in which he had told her she could change into the
tennis attire, Nancy's heart was beating rapidly. It certainly wasn’t
nervousness pertaining to the tennis game either. She knew she was getting
steadily drawn toward this handsome young rock drummer. He couldn’t
have been more than twenty-five, some thirteen years younger than herself,
but she felt waves of excitement sweep through her whole body in a way
that enchanted her. She didn’t feel that way around her husband. At one
time perhaps she had, but that was clearly in the past.

They played two sets of bristling tennis. She managed to win one set, then
lost the other.

“I’m tired,” Jack laughed. “Besides, I don’t want to try and make it two out
of three. I'm afraid you’ll beat me.”

“And you wouldn’t want a woman to beat you at tennis. It would be too
much for your male ego, wouldn’t it?”

“Something like that,” Jack laughed. “Come on inside and I'll fix you a
drink. We need something to cool us off.”

They sat at the bar which overlooked the swimming pool. Jack fixed both of
them a beer and they gulped their drink very quickly.

“It’s hot out there in that sun,” he smiled.

He eased next to her on the stool, looking into her eyes. The longer that
Jack stared at her, the more that Nancy ’s resistance broke down. Pretty soon
he reached out with his right hand, stroking at her left leg.

“You know, even from a distance, when I was watching you from the stage
at the night club, I could see you had beautiful legs,” he said. “Nice, creamy
thighs. Just as firm as I thought they’d be.”

“You're a fast worker, Jack.”

“I do when I'm convinced the woman wants me to do it. You, my dear,
really want some action. I know you do. Don’t try and tell me otherwise,
because I can always see it in a woman. Honey, you want it. You really do
want it.”
As Nancy sat there, Jack removed his finger from her thigh. He reached out
and slipped the fingers of both hands inside of the top of her tennis blouse.
He ever so astutely let his fingers maneuver next beneath her bra. Back and
forth he started to plunge with his fingers, letting them slide against her tits.
He held on firmly, planting his fingers against the solid flesh, his heart
palpitating ever so eagerly all the while.

“You sure do have a nice set of tits,” he told her. “I love touching them.
Damned, what knobs.”

“Aren’t we going too far too fast?” Nancy gulped. “My head’s absolutely
spinning.”

“No, we’re not. Just relax, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good. This is my
type of physical therapy.”

Jack’s fingers kept on steadily gliding back and forth, maneuvering against
his lover’s breasts. The longer that he touched her firm, warm tits, the
greater the sensations that flowed within her entire body.

“Honey, let’s really get it on,” Jack said. With that he suddenly removed his
fingers from her breasts. He jumped down from the stool he was sitting on.

“Our bodies are sweaty,” he smiled. “Nothing would help us more than a
shower. Let’s take one together.”

“What’s that?”
“You heard me.”

Jack reached out with both hands, gliding his fingers through her sweaty
hair.

“Your hair has got lots of body,” he said. “I really like it. I’m gonna kiss
you. I'm gonna kiss you so hard that you’re never gonna recover.”

As Jack kept on wielding his fingers through Nancy's hair, he leaned
forward. He let his lips devour her. They planted ever so firmly and
effectively against her lips. He allowed them to remain pressed against her
lips for several long seconds, after which he removed them. He then pushed
his tongue forward, letting it enter inside her mouth. Back and forth his
tongue twisted and turned, stabbing eagerly as it kept on projecting against
Nancy’s tongue.

Nancy's initial response was for her body to stiffen. She still didn’t know
quite how to react to the suddenness with which all of this was hitting her.
But as his tongue kept on making rapid strikes, projecting ever so eagerly
against her tongue, she finally began to relax. She started to let her tongue
sweep back and forth against his. Ever so eagerly she sustained the pace,
matching his tongue strides with swift, piercing efforts of her own. A few
seconds later, he removed his tongue from her mouth.

“Let’s get that shower,” he whispered.

By that time Nancy was sweating more profusely than ever. Her whole
body was trembling with anticipation. He had effectively talked her into it.
She now longer was even thinking of opposing him.

Nancy slid her beautiful body downward from the stool.

“It’s this way,” he smiled.

CHAPTER 2

A few moments later they were standing inside of the huge bathroom,
which was situated in the room adjoining Jack’s huge master bedroom.

Nancy watched as Jack eagerly stripped off his tennis attire. Soon he was
standing there totally naked, looking down ever so proudly at his body.

“I don’t have all that bad a bod, as you can see,” he winked. “I keep it in
real good shape, baby. A guy owes it to himself to keep in good shape,
particularly when it comes to fucking. The better the condition you're in,
the better screw you’re gonna be.”

Nancy stood there virtually mesmerized, looking at Jack’s lean, supple
body. Her eyes were particularly drawn toward his huge prick. He reached
with both hands, letting his fingers glide up and down the full length of his
mammoth stick. Back and forth he worked at his cock with his fingers,
gliding them ever so impactfully, permitting them to register with
eagerness.

“Just look at my cock,” he said. “That’s it, ’'m hypnotizing you with it.
That’s great.”

Nancy had not yet removed her tennis outfit up to that point. The closer that
Jack moved toward her, the more eager she became to take everything off.
She soon discovered, though, that she didn’t have to. She had in her
presence a handsome young man who was willing to do everything for her.

Jack reached out with both hands. He began to unbutton her tennis blouse.
He undid the buttons, then pulled at it, tugging it off of her.

“Baby, now for the bra,” he said.

Nancy could tell from the thoroughly electrified expression on Jack’s face,
particularly from the way that his eyes twinkled ever so merrily, just how
eager he was to get her totally nude.
He undid her bra straps, then tugged off her bra, letting it drop to the floor.
He reached out with both hands, letting his fingers slip and slide against her
sweaty, but magnificent breasts.

“Damn, it’s so great looking at them,” he said. “I might have been feeling

them before, but when you’re looking at them, too, that really gives you a
thrill.”

His fingers projected against her breasts a few more times, after which he
removed them. He reached down and began to tug at the bottom of her
outfit. He dropped down to his knees, then undid it. He removed the rest of
her outfit, then grabbed at her panties.

“This is the final move,” he said. “Do I ever get a thrill out of this.”

He pulled hard at the elastic of her panties, driving the panties skillfully
down her legs. She stepped out of them, after which he reached out with his
right hand and let his fingers tickle her pubic hairs. He looked at her dark
forest of snatch hairs, his fingers moving smoothly against them. He stroked
at her hairs for a few moments, then suddenly withdrew his fingers from
them.

After he finished playing with her pussy, he leaned forward, puckering his
lips.

“Now I'm really gonna devastate you,” he told her.

He pushed his lips forward, letting them connect with her mound. Her
whole body reverberated as his lips came into contact with her already
aroused snatch.

“Ahhhh, you’re driving me crazy,” she gasped. “Baby, you're too much.”

He removed his lips from her mound, then jumped up to his feet. He walked
quickly toward the shower stall, opening the huge glass door, then turning
on the water. He adjusted it until it was lukewarm, then motioned toward
Nancy.
“Come on, climb inside,” he winked.

Nancy moved toward the shower stall. She stepped inside, letting the warm
waters pelt her skin. As she stood under the spray, she reached for a bar of
soap. She grabbed the soap, letting it glide against her lovely body.

A few seconds after she entered the shower, Jack did the same. He watched
as she soaped down her body.

“Hand me the soap,” he said. “I want to do it for you. That’s more than half
the fun of this. I'm gonna soap you down, my sweet. I’m gonna get you es-
tra excited.”

She nodded.
“Sorry. I guess I'm just not familiar with the rules of the game.”
“You’ll get familiar with them, honey. Just don’t fret.”

Jack maneuvered the soap against her breasts. Waves of sensation overcame
him, projecting throughout his cock and balls as he kept on gliding the bar
of soap against her left breast. He let it project against her left breast, after
which he then permitted it to slide against her right tit. All the while her
body danced, her hips twisting back and forth.

“That really is nice,” she said. “I like the way you’re stroking, dear. You
really give me the sensations.”

“That’s right, and I’m gonna keep giving them to you.”

A few captivating strokes later, he removed the bar of soap from her tits. He
then suddenly moved it downward toward her glistening mound. As the bar
of soap made gentle contact with her pubic mound, her legs twisted from
side to side. She reacted noticeably to the movements that he was sending
her way.

“That’s nice,” she exclaimed. “Hey, baby. You are exciting me. Damned, I
can feel the sensations. Oh, that’s so good.”
He knew precisely what he was doing, recognizing just what it took to get
his lover fully agitated. He worked with the soap for a few more strokes,
then released it from her. He then handed her the bar of soap.

“Soap down my dick,” he told her. “It’s gonna turn you on big, honey. Just
look at the size of it. It’s like a damn blade of steel. Just move the soap over
it. Come on, honey. Really excite me.”

She moved forward slightly, then began to project the soap against his hard
dick. She worked it up and down, allowing it to move against his throbbing
pecker. His whole body came alive with great vigor and excitement.

“That’s it,” he smiled. “Keep it going, baby.”

Nancy kept on letting the soap surge up and down the full length of Jack’s
hard cock. She watched the soap suds accumulate, then finally released the
bar of soap from his dick.

“All I’ve got to do is rinse it off now,” he winked. “I guess I'm as ready as
I'll ever be.”

They watched as he let the warm water splash against his penis. Once that
all of the soap had been fully rinsed from his dick, he picked up the bar of
soap. He reached out and slid it against Nancy ’s ass crack. He pushed the
soap back and forth, letting it project against her anus.

“Hey, I like that,” she said. “Darling, yes, I really feel it. Move the soap
against my ass-hole. This is such a nice feeling. I love the sensations.”

She felt the soap as it kept moving against her ass-hole, as he let it connect
with her flesh. A few strokes later, he removed it from her ass-hole.

“Now, I guess we’re ready to get out of here,” he smiled. “As I guess you
observed, it’s only a short walk from here to the bathroom.”

“I’m sure you were responsible for that little bit of structural layout,” Nancy
laughed.
“Believe it or not, it was that way when I got the place. But if it hadn’t
been, don’t think I wouldn’t have made a few changes.”

Jack stepped out of the shower first, after which Nancy followed. He picked
up a black towel, using it to dry off Nancy’s body.

She observed the way that he thrilled to her, even in the way that he dried
off her body. He reached down with the towel, letting it collide with her
buttocks. He gripped her ass cheeks ever so firmly with the towel, then slid
the towel upward toward her breasts. He seemed to receive his greatest
thrills from letting the towel come into contact with her tits. He squeezed
her breasts several times as he toweled her off.

“I love playing with these jugs,” he laughed. “Damned, that’s really nice.”

As soon as Jack finished thoroughly drying off Nancy ’s nude body, he
handed her the towel.

“Now you can do the same for me,” he winked mischievously. “You see, by
engaging in these little activities, we’ve gotten that much better acquainted
with one another. That means we’re all set to engage in some beautiful
action, baby. Don’t think we aren’t gonna provide each other with loads of
fun.”

“I’m sure that we are.”

“You know it, sweetheart. So just hang on. I'm gonna see to it that you
derive every beautiful sensation from me.”

Nancy conscientiously toweled off his body. She paid particular attention to
his cock, reaching out and letting the towel slide briskly against it. All the
while he looked at her and nodded, pleased that she was carrying off things
as effectively as she was.

“And to think that you were a real shy girl just a few minutes ago,” he
laughed. “I’m glad things have changed, baby.”

CHAPTER 3

Jack wanted to devour Nancy.

Now they were lying there on his huge bed, totally nude. His breathing was
becoming heavier each and every second that he stared into her dark,
intensely alive eyes. He reached out with both hands, letting his fingers
project against her hair. Back and forth he moved his fingers, circulating
them briskly. He pushed his tongue forward, letting it connect with her
tongue.

Together their tongues collided. He let his tongue move with smooth,
flowing grace. It kept on darting against her tongue, connecting sharply.
The longer and quicker that he sustained his swift movements, the more
rapidly that Nancy’s body circulated back and forth. He knew that he was
sending all kinds of supercharged sensations through her, and as his tongue
kept on gliding and slashing against hers, he reached out with both hands.
His fingers connected with her breasts, sliding against them. The more
rapidly that he squeezed her tits, the faster that her whole body reacted.

When Jack removed his tongue from Nancy’s mouth, he looked at her and
smiled. They could hear the sounds of the dashing waves of the Pacific
Ocean outside the room. It added another dimension to the already romantic
setting of which they were an integral part.

“I’m sure gonna give you a tongue bath,” Jack said. “You haven’t had a
good fuck for a long time, honey.”

“How can you tell?”

“Remember what I told you last night. I’ve been around a lot of women. I
can detect an awful lot. I can see from the way you're reacting, with a
certain kind of desperation in your movements and in your eyes, that you
haven’t been satisfied very much lately. Shame on that husband of yours.
He’s got a great piece of ass like this around all the time, and he’s not
making the most of it at all.”
“He’s too wrapped up in his business,” she shook her head. “He’s had a lot
of success, and I naturally have shared in it, but I sometimes do wish that he
was available for a little more fucking.”

“Of course. As much money as I’ve made with the rock group, when it gets
right down to the nitty gritty, I like the basic things in life. And this is about
as basic and enjoyable as anything that you can find, baby.”

Jack reached out with both hands, gripping his lover’s breasts. Every time
that he touched them, he felt additional tingles projecting through his whole
body. He grabbed the firm tits, allowing his fingers to maneuver over them.
A few strokes later, he let his fingers connect with her nipples. Back and
forth he ever so skillfully glided his fingers, letting them rotate against her
nipples. He kept up his swift, flowing finger movements for a few strokes,
then removed his finger from her nipples.

“Here we go,” he smiled. “Just brace yourself, baby.”
“What are you gonna do next?”

“I’m gonna really make waves against your tits,” he told her. “Just like the
waves outside, honey. I'm gonna plunge my tongue against them. You're
gonna really feel the sensation. You're gonna feel it all the way to your
toes.”

Jack pushed his tongue forward, letting it connect against her left breast.
The quicker that he worked it, the greater the feeling of enjoyment that
circulated throughout her entire body. He whipped his tongue back and
forth, and as it kept on connecting with her breast, he reached down and
grabbed her ass cheeks. His fingers glided ever so firmly against her
buttocks. He liked the combination of movement, and she did as well. She
loved the intense feelings attached to having him grip her ass cheeks so
firmly. And all the while he kept on darting and stabbing with his tongue,
working it briskly against her breast.

“Baby, I like it,” Nancy sighed. “You're so right.”
Nancy enjoyed the fact that she was being driven into a state of such wild
agitation by Jack. She couldn’t help but reflect on how correct he had been
in his judgment. This was the first time that she had felt these waves of
tingling sensation in quite some time. She enjoyed every rapid stroke that
he sent forth with his tongue.

Back and forth his tongue kept on working, gliding with superb grace and
satisfaction as it kept on maneuvering against her hot breast. Her whole
body was wiggling, and she felt the intense waves of excitement with each
and every tongue stroke that he sent toward her breast. While he kept on
sucking her hot tit, his fingers continued to slide against her ass cheeks.
Back and forth he kept on working them, moving them against her buttocks.
He squeezed sharply, and all the while his tongue kept its swift,
spontaneous, twisting movements.

Once that Jack finished sucking her left breast, he then let his tongue plant
itself against her hot right tit. Ever so brilliantly he pursued her with his
tongue, working it against her breast. His tongue kept on darting and
dancing, sliding spectacularly against her firm, ripe melon.

“Honey, you really know how to do it to me,” she said. “Just keep stroking,
baby doll. Yes, sweetheart. Keep your tongue working. Drive it against my
hot tit.”

The more rapidly that he approached her breast with his tongue, the better
that everything felt. She could feel the tension and turbulence in her life
suddenly vanishing. She recognized just how imperative it was for her to
get the kind of attention that she was receiving at that moment in time. Ever
so promptly his tongue kept on plunging against her breast, covering every
solid crevice of her flesh. Every now and then he would tickle her nipple,
working his tongue from side to side, enjoying the swift strokes.

When he removed his tongue from her breast and nipple, Jack wanted to
suck her legs. He wanted to turn his tongue loose on her thighs. It made
Jack feel good to know that he was providing her with the first truly
satisfying sex that she had received in quite a spell.

“Get set,” he gulped, “because I'm really gonna attack your thighs.”
“Tongue me anywhere you want,” she swooned. “It’s been so long since
anybody’s given me this kind of attention. You were right, baby. You are
like a genius when it comes to figuring the stuff out. I needed it so bad,
darling.”

Jack was filled with delight over the recognition that Nancy was practically
begging for some more sex. He watched the way her glistening white body
twitched from side to side as she nervously anticipated his next move. She
lay there, her trim, ripe buttocks twirling as he got set to suck her. He
pushed his tongue forward, letting it collide with her left thigh for the first
time. His tongue stroked quickly, moving up and down her leg, filling her
with all kinds of fervent satisfaction.

“Honey, stroke me,” she said. “Darling, I'm really feeling the itch. You're
doing such a good job of it. Come on, tongue my thigh.”

Up and down she worked her tongue with throbbing impact, letting it slide
and connect with her thigh. As his tongue kept on making sweeping,
devastating impact, he reached out with both hands. He let his fingers
converge against her breasts, which were now wet from all of the saliva that
he had deposited there in the form of his brilliant sucking. As he held on
firmly to her breasts, his tongue action proceeded at an ever-quickening
pace. He wanted to get this hot, ever-so-available woman as intense as he

could, at which point he would give her everything that he could summon
forth.

His tongue kept on sweeping, gliding magnificently, twisting and turning as
it worked up and down the full length of her thigh. He kept his tongue
proceeding, letting it drive quickly against her thigh.

While her entire body reacted to his sharp, stimulating tongue stabs, he
increased the flow of agitation within her. His tongue kept on darting,
sweeping up and down her leg, sending a trail of saliva along it.

He kept up his flowing stabs for a few more moments, then released his
tongue from her left leg. He then planted it against her right thigh,
maintaining his pace at the same quick, determined manner. Up and down
his tongue eagerly swept. The longer that he asserted himself, sliding his
tongue against her leg, the more quickly that he worked his fingers against
her breasts. A few more dramatic stabs later, he removed his tongue
altogether from her thigh.

“This time I’m gonna suck your ass-hole,” he told her. “You want it in your
ass-hole. You liked it when I shoved the soap up between your buns, didn’t
you, baby?”

“That did supply a lot of sensation,” she nodded. “As a matter-of-fact, I was
wild about it, dear. I can admit it now. I was so afraid last night to express
my true feelings. You were right. I was very much attracted to you. I was
just afraid to admit it. But now I’m not afraid any longer. I'm willing to
admit it. I’m willing to admit just how much you mean to me.

“That’s good. A person has to recognize the truth or the person isn’t free.
Now you're free. I'm gonna slide my tongue inside your ass-hole. I'm
gonna really work it. I’m gonna drive it inside you.”

He reached out with both hands, gliding his fingers against her hot, firm ass
cheeks. While his fingers squeezed ever so firmly, he pushed his tongue
forward. He worked it inside of her ass-hole, letting it connect ever so
speedily and briskly. Back and forth he worked his tongue, letting it project
with throbbing impact inside of her anus. All the while her hot ass cheeks
twisted back and forth as she noticeably reacted to the swift strokes that he
sent her way. The quicker that his tongue registered inside of her ass-hole,
the greater the degree of enjoyment that she experienced. She could feel the
hot, rippling sensations implanted into her by his rapid-fire tongue stabs,
and it only served to excite her cunt all the more. She could feel the ever-
intensifying waves of passion inside her cunt as he kept on sucking her ass-
hole, driving his tongue firmly inside her.

“My pussy is really feeling it,” she said. “The ass sucking is really getting
me turned on, baby. Come on, keep it up. You're so right. You're really
setting me free. This is what I’ve needed for so long. Come on, darling.
Work your tongue inside my hot ass. Come on, drive it. Suck my ass-hole.
Sweetheart, come on, do it.”
Jack’s tongue kept on working with firm impact as it pushed and shoved
against her anus. With thundering impact he kept on connecting with her
ass-hole, letting his tongue move forward, gliding it with firmness against
her hot ass-hole. The quicker that his tongue worked against her anus, the
more she enjoyed everything that was happening. The swift, captivating
strokes kept on finding their mark. He worked his tongue brilliantly and
energetically, letting it collide with her hot ass as he drove her into a greater
state of excitement than ever.

While Jack kept up his twisting, intense tongue stabs, he reached out with
his right hand. He maneuvered his fingers ever so smoothly inside her
pussy. He liked feeling the warmth arid the wetness of her mound, and
every now and then he would tickle her clitoris, which would cause her to
feel greater intensity than ever. The longer that he rubbed her cunt and
sucked her ass-hole, the greater the degree of sexual helplessness that she
felt. She wanted him to keep up his swift, rapid-fire tongue thrusts, and the
more rapidly that he went to work, the greater the sensations she felt
throughout her whole body.

“Keep sucking ass,” she exclaimed. “Baby, darling, youve got me so hot.
I’m gonna have to juice soon. I can’t take much more of this kind of action.
Your tongue is doing such a good job of it. Baby doll, come on, keep
stroking me. Keep tonguing my ass-hole, sweetie.”

His tongue kept on briskly connecting with her anus. He continued his
movements for a few more strokes, after which he released his tongue. He
felt that it was imperative at that point to finish the job, to let his tongue
plunge inside of her pussy, to work it with firm, convincing action until the
juices shot from her.

“Here we go,” he said. “I’m gonna really drive my tongue. I’m gonna work
it inside of your mound, baby.”

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it proceed inside of her snatch. He let
it flip back and forth, and the quicker that he asserted his tongue, the more
eagerly that she reacted. Her whole body was alive with delight. She kept
bouncing up and down on the bed, heaving loud gasps. The sweat was
beginning to crease her forehead as her whole body was on the verge of
spinning out of control. She loved the swift, decisive, effective tongue stabs
that he kept on working inside of her hot mound.

“Keep your tongue going,” she said. “Baby, my cunt is burning up. Just
work your tongue. You ve got to bring me off. You’ ve got to bring the
Juices out of me.”

The more rapidly that her ass cheeks wiggled as she glided her body back
and forth, the more frenziedly that Jack gripped her buttocks. He held on
sharply, clutching hard, and as he held on he kept on sucking her pussy. He
drove his tongue spiritedly forward, letting it connect ever so sharply with
her cunt. He worked it against her clitoris a few times, then let it spin and
slide around the other portions of her mound. He liked picking up the scent
of her musky mound, and all the while his tongue kept up its steady; tattoo-
like stabs against her mound. He worked it with the effectiveness of a
piston, letting it rifle against her wet snatch as her hips kept on moving back
and forth.

The faster that she manipulated her body, the greater the degree of
enjoyment that Jack experienced as he worked his tongue inside of her cunt.

“Keep it going,” she sighed. “Baby doll, you've about got me there. I can’t
believe how much I needed this. You've shown me, honey. You've proven
your point. I’ve needed it so bad, and you're giving it to me. Your tongue is
working so nicely. Go ahead, doll. Just keep it shoving. Keep planting it
inside of my snatch. This is so nice. I love it so much. Darling, go ahead,
work your tongue. Come on, move it inside my box. Sweetheart, come on,
suck me.”

He kept planting his tongue ever so firmly inside of her hot box. A few
quick strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from her hot, blazing
snatch. Her hips kept on twisting back and forth, and finally the juices
began to shoot from her pussy.

As the first few sparkling droplets of her cunt juice shot from her mound,
she flung her body back and forth. She was enjoying this great moment of
supreme triumph. She was deriving great satisfaction from a hot, willing
man for the first time in quite a lengthy spell.
“Baby, get it all,” she smiled. “You earned it, now you can suck every
beautiful drop.”

He kept on gripping her ass cheeks sharply, holding on as he gobbled up the
droplets of pussy juice from her mound.

Jack felt as if he had reached one marvelous plateau through getting Nancy
hot and sucking her to climax. Now he needed to concentrate on his cock.

He looked down at his itchy, ever-anxious prick. He reached out with both
hands, sliding his finger over the foreskin of his long, stirring phallus. He
worked his fingers around the tip of his cock, and as he did, his attentive
lover watched.

CHAPTER 4

Nancy looked at Jack’s enormous cock, and she thought about how
magnificent it would be for him to stab his huge dick inside her.

She had to think back quite a ways to remember the last time that her
husband had given her just the right kind of fuck. She recalled how he had
stuck his peter inside her, throbbing back and forth, working with both
speed and proficiency as he drove himself steadily forward to a stirring
state of climax. Back and forth he had drilled, and as he had, she recalled
how she contracted her hips back and forth to meet his stabs. Now she
could see that she was in a promising situation. She would receive some
swift, jolting stabs from her hot lover, Jack.

“If you only knew how badly I needed a good ride,” Nancy sighed.

“We talked about that earlier,” he laughed. “If you’ll recall, I told you that I
could tell how sexually frustrated you were. I'm gonna do something about
it, sweetheart. I'm gonna send my stirring cock forward. I’m gonna let it
blast away inside your sweet pussy.”

“That’s good. Sweetheart, I really want you to drill me. I want you plunge
your pecker inside me. You know, I was so damned scared before. But you
brought me out of it. I know I need this. I need some pleasure. The kind of
pleasure that only a man like you can give me. So come on, honey, get
busy.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” he grinned.

Jack reached out with both hands. He ground his strong, yet smooth fingers
against her legs. He held on firmly to her thighs, then slipped his fingers
against her ass cheeks. He pinched Nancy ’s buttocks attentively, then let his
fingers roam downward, clutching at her legs once more.

As Jack held on firmly to Nancy’s legs, he parted them ever so gently. He
looked down at the matted hairs of her wet black bush. He liked her juicy,
appetizing triangle, and for a moment he was tempted to go back and lick it
some more. But the temptation lasted only a few seconds. He knew he just
had to turn his cock loose, to let it grind ever so stirringly inside of her
mound. She looked exceedingly appetizing at that moment, with her legs
spread, ready to be fucked.

He swung his proud sledgehammer cock forward, heaving a deep sigh as he
made initial penetration inside her mound. He heard her emit a little sigh, at
which juncture her legs twisted back and forth. Her whole body rocked in
an earthquake of movement as he tore into her with his long, blazing stick.
He fucked her sharply, sending his stabbing spear ever so deeply inside her
mound. The longer and faster that he fucked her pussy, the closer that he
moved toward climax. As a matter-of-fact, Jack was in such a
hypersensitive mood of sexual anxiety that he was forced to slow up his
efforts. He didn’t want to orgasm prematurely. Jack wanted to keep his
grinding cock moving. He wanted to slide it ever so spiritedly inside of her
mound, to allow his long, steely tool to plunge inside of her pussy until
every droplet of steaming white cum had shot from the end of his organ.

Jack kept on pumping his hot, mammoth organ, driving it ever deeper into
his lover’s mound. The longer that he pushed and shoved his dick, the more
noticeably his whole body trembled. His heart pounded with great desire as
his penis kept stabbing, grinding eagerly, pumping inside of his lover’s
snatch.

“This is my kind of ride,” she sighed. “I can’t believe how good it feels.
Damned, you're really plunging your cock. You're really stabbing me with
it. Come on, baby. Send it inside me. Yes, grind your cock inside my
mound. Do it, sweetheart. Yes, darling. Fuck me. Come on, honey. Keep on
screwing me. Yes, sweetheart, let’s keep up that wonderful action.”

His fingers continued to clutch at his lover’s buttocks as Jack kept up his
pace. His burning cock kept on driving inside her, pushing and shoving into
her pussy as he moved ever nearer. He could feel the burning sensations
inside his balls, and it made him feel that much better as he kept on moving
ever closer to that jolting moment of climax. His hard tool kept on shoving,
driving ever deeper inside of his lover’s mound. He stabbed hard, plunging
his cock relentlessly, driving it in a steady torrent of unabated passion.
“Here it goes,” he said. “I’m really gonna unload, honey.”

Jack pushed his tongue forward. He slid it inside of his lover’s mouth. He
wanted to let his tongue keep on connecting with hers. He worked it back
and forth, pumping it superbly, and as he did his penis stabs continued at an
invigorating pace. He loved the way that he was slamming his cock home,
driving it inside her tight snatch. Her hips kept sweeping back and forth,
shifting involuntarily, reacting instinctively to his torrid cock stabbing
movements.

A few quick, determined cock stabs later, he was ready to unleash every
droplet of hot, piercing juice. So he kept right on going, pumping hard,
pushing his peter inside of her pussy.

“Here we go,” he sighed at one point. “Those juices are really gonna spray.
Yes, indeed, baby. I'm gonna juice. The hot stuff is gonna spray out of the
end of my tool.”

As Jack’s penis kept on torridly shoving, pushing ever so deeply inside of
her mound, he pushed his lips forward. He puckered up, allowing them to
push against her lips. While their lips remained pressed, he removed his
fingers from her thighs and let them clutch against her breasts. He squeezed
her hot nipples ever so tenderly, his hard, jackhammer cock continuing to
apply pressure as he propelled himself ever nearer.

“Baby, what a ride I'm giving you,” he said. “I hope you’re enjoying it as
much as I am.”

“Just unleash all that beautiful cream,” she told him. “Come on, sweetie.
Really send it to me. Come on, baby. Fuck me. Send your hard cock into
me. Yes, darling. Come on, screw my pussy.”

A few quick, rapid strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from the end
of Jack’s long, hard dick. He kept on stroking her, slamming his cock
forward, driving it with steady rapidity as it kept on working, gliding inside
of her hot mound.
His fingers pressed against her breasts even more sharply than before. He
held on tightly, gripping her, gritting his teeth as he put everything he had
into his last few strokes.

As the sea of precious white semen began to topple from the end of Jack’s
long hot spear, his whole body trembled. He heaved a deep sigh of relief as
the juices kept shooting from the end of his long hard pecker.

“Baby, this is quite a fuck,” he said. “I really love it. Come on, sweetie, just
keep moving your hips. Slide them around, baby.”

His cock kept on darting, pushing and shoving into her mound until the last
few droplets of penis sperm had been released. He then removed his long,
still-bulging tool. He was proud to observe that it had not really gone down
at all. He reached down and tugged at his balls a few times, then slid his
fingers up and down the base of his instrument.

“How do you like the looks of it?” he asked grinningly.
“It’s a beautiful sight.”

“That’s good. I wish you’d reach out and touch it. Come on, honey. You can
play with it. Put your pretty fingers over it. Just slide them up and down my
hot tool.”

Intrigued by his suggestion, Nancy reached out cautiously. She at first
moved her fingers over the tip of his penis. She worked them slowly, and as
she did, his whole body rocked back and forth in a crescendo of wild
movement.

“There you go,” he smiled. “Just keep your fingers working. Yes, I like that
kind of action. Just slide your fingers over my dick. We can go slow at the
beginning. We're just getting warmed up.”

“My goodness. After that last fuck, I figured that would be it. You really are
too much, Jack. There’s no stopping you. I would have been satisfied just
getting one screw that good. That along with the suck that you gave me.”
“Now way. I like to keep on going. I like to try and top what’s gone on
before.”

“That’s great.”

She began to move her fingers up and down the full length of his scorching
stick. All the while, his body twitched as he enjoyed the spirited movements
that she sent his way. He loved every bit of sensation that she implanted
into him with her fingers. Back and forth she kept up her steady attack,
driving her fingers against his peter.

“Would you like me to finger your balls?” she asked.

“Yeah, this would be just the perfect time for it. Come on, baby. Just reach
out and slide your fingers over them. Come on, finger my balls.”

She reached out with both hands, letting them squeeze against his testicles.
She observed the way that his whole body rocked when she touched his
balls. Nancy recognized that she had reached a point of great sensitivity.
When she saw what kind of response she was able to derive, she squeezed
his balls again.

“That’s the way to do it,” he said. “Come on, honey. Move your fingers
over my balls. Yes, really squeeze them.”

Her fingers kept on penetrating against Jack’s balls. The quicker that Nancy
maneuvered them, the more rapidly that his whole body twisted as he
received every stirring sensation that she was able to implant inside him
with her fingers.

Nancy enjoyed the responses that she received. It made her feel like she
was doing something highly productive. After all, she knew that Jack had
pulled out all stops as the means of giving her the best possible pussy fuck
that he could. So now she was doing her best to return the favor, letting her
fingers slide over his sensation-ridden balls as his whole body rocked and
swayed in a procession of excitement.
“You've really got the idea,” he nodded. “I like the way you’re moving your
fingers, baby. That really feels great. What a sensation. I really love your
movements, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER 5

The longer that Nancy unleashed her fingers against Jack’s balls, the greater
the feeling of agitation that developed around his genital area.

He liked the way that she was slipping her fingers against his testicles, and
now he knew that he needed to have her launch into some sucking. He
wanted her to slip her tongue against his penis, to provide him with some
swift, determined action until the juices had shot from the end of his hard
pecker.

“Come on, start sucking the tip of my cock,” he told her. “Baby, I want you
to start licking it. Run your tongue against my rod. Sweetheart, I really want
you to do it. Come on, honey. Run your tongue against my hot pecker.”

She slid her tongue forward. Her heart pounded as she let her tongue slide
against the tip of her lover’s dick. She thrilled to every stroke. She couldn’t
believe just how much she was reacting to everything that was transpiring
between them.

Her tongue kept swinging over the tip of his erect phallus. Back and forth
she worked it, letting it continue to connect.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Keep your fingers moving over my balls, dear.
That’s the way I want it. I want you to give me some good action. Just keep
on letting your fingers probe. Baby doll, come on, go get it. Suck my hot
cock.”

Nancy’s tongue twisted a few more times against the tip of his bulging
cock. He then realized that what he needed was some swift agitation against
his balls, so he sought to get her to work her tongue against his flaming
testicles.

“Honey, work your tongue against my balls,” he said. “Come on, darling.
Drive your tongue against them. Sweetheart, go ahead, run your tongue.

Baby, oh, come on and do it.”
She began to work her tongue with swift effectiveness against his testicles.
As Nancy did so, she drove her fingers spiritedly up and down the full
length of his hard, throbbing spear. She enjoyed every decisive stroke that
she sent his way. While the sucking proceeded at a brisk pace, she kept
working her fingers against his cock. The more rapidly that she let them
approach the length of his entire organ, the greater the passion that he felt
throughout his body. He was pleased at the way she was providing him with
sensation, and pretty soon his body began to slide back and forth as he
received the swift, decisive tongue stabs.

“Qo ahead, slide your tongue,” he told her smilingly. “Really work it
against my balls. Baby doll, come on and suck me. Suck my hot balls.
Really work your tongue.”

Up and down and back and forth she kept on maneuvering her flaming
tongue, allowing it to work against his hot testicles. As her fingers worked
along the full length of his hard spear, she reveled in excitement, happy
about the way everything was proceeding. She liked the face that she had
him in a state of great agitation, and knew that it wouldnt take all that long
to finish him off. It was just a question of how much longer she would
stretch things out.

After a few more swift tongue strokes against his balls, Jack felt that he
needed to have Nancy move onto his penis. He could feel the throbbing
sensations in both his cock and balls, and knew that it wouldn’t be long
before he would just have to unload.

“Go back to my cock,” he implored. “Come on, dear. Just run your tongue
over it. Really let it slide, darling. Baby, come on, suck my hot dick. Work
your tongue up and down the full length of my cock.”

Nancy was delighted to be liberated. She hated feeling all of the
suppression that had lived within her as she desired sex but failed to receive
it. She had cursed her husband under her breath so many times over his
reluctance to give it to her. She wished that he would have worked a little
less hard and had devoted himself more to providing her with some of the
sexual necessities.
Her tongue probed brilliantly, working up and down the full length of his
tool. Her head bobbed as she kept up her brilliant sucking pace, driving her
tongue against his long, hard phallus. The quicker that she worked her
tongue, the more eagerly that she planted her fingers against his balls. She
wanted to provide her lover with as much ball agitation as she could while
she sucked on his hard, throbbing rod.

So she kept right at it, working her tongue up and down the full length of
his flaming spear while her fingers kept on connecting with his balls. Back
and forth her activity continued, and all the while she was driving him that
much nearer. She liked the way that his flaming buttocks moved from side
to side as she kept up her dramatic sucking. She knew that he was receiving
all kinds of fantastic sensations, and it made her all the more eager to please
him.

Her tongue began to race ever so precisely up and down the long, itchy base
of his turgid pecker. It kept on manipulating against his solid rod, and as her
tongue worked him that much nearer to orgasm, she could tell just how
agitated he was. His whole body came alive with each and every sucking
stab that she sent his way. His legs twitched and he kicked back and forth as
she kept on supplying him with all kinds of brilliant strokes, driving her
tongue up and down the full length of his hard pecker.

“Come on, go after the stuff,” he called out. “Baby doll, come on and work
your tongue. Go after my juices. I want to unload every drop inside of your
hot mouth.”

As her tongue collided with his dick a few more times, the juices were
ready to shoot from the end of his hard spear. Her tongue worked up and
down a few more times, after which the first few droplets of cum began to
ease out of the end of his tool.

“Go get the stuff,” he gulped. “Baby, it’s there. It really is. You want it. You
know you do. Come on and catch it. Every drop of it. Baby, come on, suck
me off. Suck every drop of my hot juice.”

The flowing hot juices shot out of the end of his blazing organ. His body
twisted back and forth as the spraying drops of semen kept on shooting
from his pecker. His body moved back and forth and he heaved several loud
sighs as the avalanches of juice continued to spray.

“Go get the stuff,” he called out. “Baby, that’s so fine. Come on, catch it.
Catch the hot juices.”

A few moments later, the last few droplets of penis juice had sprayed from
the end of his dick and into Nancy’s mouth. Her tongue had worked with
great precision, whipping back and forth and from side to side as she
swallowed every droplet of the hot spurting cum. She then released her
tongue from his cock.

“Just splendid,” he told her. “The beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
“I really have enjoyed it.”

“Then how about giving me your telephone number. I could call you during
the day when your husband’s out. I’m gonna be going out of town for a few
days for a series of concerts, but I'm gonna be back some time next week.
I’d like to get together with you again.”

“I don’t know. I'm awful afraid of getting drawn any more into something
like this,” she shook her head.

“Don’t be silly, honey. You need it. You know you do.”

“I know, but I'm also aware of the risk I’m running.”

“Honey, you're running a bigger risk if you don’t have sex with me.”
“How’s that?” Nancy inquired.

“I think you know why. If you don’t have sex with me, you know you’re
gonna go back to the same frustrated frame of mind that you were in before.
You don’t want that. You know you don’t.”

“I have to admit that you're right,” she nodded. “It’s just a question of what
to do about this whole thing.”
“Give me your number and let me give you a ring, baby.”

“I’d rather work it the other way. Why don’t you give me your number and
that way I can call you instead.”

“Fine. Just as long as this isn’t a stunt to get yourself off the hook,” he
grinned. “One way or another, baby, I'd try and find you. For your sake as
well as my own.”

“No, I will call. Just let me know when it’s best.”

“I’ll be back next Monday night. Why don’t you give me a call on Tuesday
afternoon?”

“I promise I will.”

“Good. Then let’s seal our bargain with a kiss, sweetheart.” She leaned
forward and kissed his lips. The following Tuesday, as planned, Nancy
phone Jack. He was in an optimistic frame of mind.

“Great, the concerts went well, and I thought quite a bit about you,” he said.
“Sure, I meet a lot of women, but very few of them are halfway as exciting
as you are. | want to see you tomorrow. Can you come on over.”

“I suppose I can.”
“Good. Why don’t I see you about one o’clock?”

“That would be fine.”

“Let’s not play tennis though. This time I want to devote all my energy to
just one thing. You know, that delightful four-letter word that starts with an
‘f and ends with a k’. *

“It’s known as fuck,” she laughed.
“That’s the one. How did you know?”

“Believe it or not, it wasn’t all that hard to figure out.”
“Then I'll tell you. We'll really have our share of it tomorrow, honey. Just
be here with bells on.”

They said goodbye, and as Nancy placed the phone back on the cradle, she
could already feel the waves of sexual anticipation in her burning mound.
She knew just how badly she wanted to involve herself in some more
brilliant sex with Jack. She was happy that he had talked her out of making
it just a one-day affair. She thought about her husband, and how he kept
turning her off. He looked more worn each and every day. She didn’t like
the way he was throwing himself as intensely as he was into his work. She
would rather have him more like Jack.

The following afternoon she arrived at Jack’s Malibu Beach home. He
opened the door and let her in. He grinned, starring at her. He was wearing
absolutely nothing when he arrived at the door, which jolted her more than
a little as she stepped inside the living room.

“What if it hadn’t been me?” she asked. “You shouldn’t take risks like that.”

“My darling, I was sure it would be you. Besides, I looked out of the
window. I would have slipped on a pair of trousers if it had been anybody
else.”

“At least that’s good to know,” she laughed.

“Let’s go right into the bedroom. As a matter-of-fact, I've got a delightful
surprise for you. This afternoon we can fuck to the strains of one of my
rock albums.”

“How exciting.”

A few moments later they were in his master bedroom. She heard the
sounds of his drums beating loudly to the accompaniment of the group as it
blared loudly over the stereo system. He reached out and immediately
began to undo her blouse.

“I like the size of your tits,” he said. “Just wait until I sink my tongue
against them. I’m gonna give you another thorough workout, baby doll.
One that you aren’t gonna forget.”
“I know that the last workout was sure unforgettable.”

“You're damned right it was. So just hang on, baby, because I'm gonna give
you plenty more of the same.”

She threw her arms around her lover as he delivered a swift kiss to her lips.
As soon as Jack withdrew his lips from hers, he unbuttoned her blouse all
the way. He tugged it off of her, then reached behind her and undid her bra
straps.

“I’m gonna take everything off,” he resolved. “Just wait, sweetheart.”

Once that he swiftly removed her bra, he reached out with both hands. His
fingers went to work against her breasts. Back and forth he worked them,
gliding them against her tits. He squeezed her breasts firmly, planting his
fingers against her smooth, ivory melons. The more rapidly that he let them
go to work, the quicker that her body responded as she jerked back and
forth.

“That is nice,” he said. “You've got such a pair of gorgeous tits. I really
love sending my fingers against them. This is such a nice feeling. Baby, I
love clutching your dazzling tits. I like the feeling. Honey, this is really
good. I love touching your hot breasts.”

His fingers kept on gliding smoothly against her tits for a few more strokes.
When he removed his fingers from them, he pushed his tongue forward.

He let it project against her left breast. Back and forth he glided his tongue,
letting it work ever so effectively against her hot, blazing breast. Her body
soon began to dart, propelling itself back and forth under the steady impetus
of his solid sucking.

Jack’s tongue kept on plunging, sliding from side to side, working with
great precision against her agitated breast.
He kept up his tongue stroking against her left breast for a few strokes
longer, then released his tongue from it, proceeding to plant it against her
right tit. His tongue worked with energetic authority, plunging and stabbing
against her hot tit. He worked it ever so effectively, gliding it against her
breast. The more smoothly that his tongue collided with her breast, the
greater the feeling of excitement that generated throughout his whole body.

“Come on, keep tonguing me,” she sighed. “Come on, dear. I really like the
way you're doing that. Sweetheart, come on, just work your tongue. Really
glide it against my breasts. Baby doll, come on, suck me. Suck my hot tis.
Baby doll, keep your tongue working.”

As his tongue kept eagerly projecting against her breast, he reached out and
ran his fingers up and down her back. He loved touching her smooth skin.
The longer that his fingers manipulated against her skin, the more rapidly
that his tongue went to work as it kept on driving against her hot tit. A few
strokes later, he withdrew his tongue.

“Now I'm gonna finish undressing you,” he told her. “I'm gonna take off
your slacks, dear. Then I’m gonna take off your panties.”

He reached out with his right hand, sliding her zipper downward, seeking to
take off her slacks as quickly as he knew how. Pretty soon he was tugging at
the slacks, moving them briskly down her legs. He removed the slacks, then
reached out and grabbed at her panties.

“Baby, I really want it,” he told her. “Sweetheart, I'm gonna get you so
aroused. I really want some fantastic fucks from you.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Nancy sighed. “Just go to work, baby doll.
We’re gonna have ourselves quite a time of it.”

After he removed her slacks, he reached out and grabbed her panties. With
one swift, decisive, downward tug, Jack finished the act of undressing her.
He reached out with his right hand, letting his fingers connect with her
pussy. His fingers moved smoothly, stroking against her hot snatch. Back
and forth he glided his fingers against her snatch. He worked his fingers
ever so convincingly. He let them dance against her mound. He wanted to
excite her every bit as much as he could with his fingers.

“This really is nice,” he told her. “I want you, dear. Baby, sweetheart, I love
this stroking action.”

Jack kept up his vigorous finger stabs for a few moments more. When he
finally withdrew his fingers from her pubic snatch, he reached out and
grabbed her buttocks. His fingers clutched ever so sharply against them, and
now he would only think of one thing, the best possible way to get off his
rocks.

He looked down at his long, steaming rod. He was all set to propel his cock
forward, to plant it inside of his lover’s mouth. He wanted to shove it inside
of her throat, to wiggle his hips back and forth as he let his darting cock
plunge ever deeper inside her.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he told her. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth,
darling. I’m really gonna stab you with my hot dick. I'm gonna send it
inside you. Baby doll, what a fuck I’m gonna give you.”

He pushed his long, flaming tool forward, watching as he extended his legs
and slid them on both sides of her head. As his body rocked, he pushed his
penis ever closer to her mouth.

“Open up,” he gulped. “Come on, lover. I want to slide my tool inside of
your mouth. I’m gonna give you a fuck. I'm gonna really give you a
convincing one. Just let me go to work with it, baby. Honey, I'm gonna fuck
you. I’m really gonna give you a screw.”

CHAPTER 6

Jack pushed his hard cock forward. He let it slide inside of her mouth. Back
and forth he worked his cock inside of her mouth. He worked it ever so
deeply, shoving it against the base of her throat. He kept on connecting,
working his dick superbly, driving it with devastating passion and joy as it
kept on working all the way against the base of her throat.

He gave her a solid ride, working his hips back and forth in the same
manner as he would have controlled them had he been fucking her pussy.

While Jack kept up his energetic strokes, flinging his cock with fervent
determination deep inside of her mouth, he reached out with both hands and
grabbed at her breasts.

“The most touchable tits in town,” he grinned. “I’m so damned hungry for
you.

The harder that Jack grabbed Nancy’s breasts, the harder that he pumped his
cock as he drove ever so rigidly inside of her mouth.

His hard, steady spear kept on shoving ever deeper, working its way as
rapidly and as effective as it could inside of her mouth. Jack loved the fact
that he had completely plugged up her mouth with his long, flaming pole.
He kept on rapidly sending it inside of her, slamming it repeatedly, fucking
her forcefully.

“Just get set,” he told her. “I’m gonna unload all of my juices inside you,
baby. They re really gonna spill. I love it, baby doll. I really do. Damned,
but I love the itch. I love slicing with my cock, slamming into your mouth.
I’m gonna unload every drop of the stuff. It’s really gonna slide out of there.
What a feeling. Damn, I can feel it in my scorching balls. I love attacking
your mouth, honey.”

As Jack kept up his swift, energetic cock pace, he kept on manipulating his
fingers around her tits. The harder that he squeezed, the more forcibly that
he projected his cock as he worked it inside of her mouth. He now was just
a few strokes removed from the moment of climax. His hard cock kept on
flinging, driving steadily into her mouth as he worked his way ever closer
to the brink of orgasm.

While Jack’s cock kept on colliding with her mouth, his fingers held on
sharply to her breasts. He twisted and turned his fingers, letting them
continue to project against her hot tits as he flung his cock deep inside her
mouth, working himself that much nearer to the point of climax.

“Here we go,” he told her. “I’m gonna release my juices. You're gonna
swallow the stuff. It’s really gonna spill inside your throat, baby. I know
you want it. I know you need it. And now you’re gonna get it.”

His hot, devastating cock kept rotating inside her mouth as he flung it
about. He used it like a hot poker, edging it sharply inside her mouth,
ramming it into her throat with swift, surging impact.

He finally removed his fingers from her breasts. He reached down and
grabbed at Nancy's ass cheeks. He held on ever so tightly, grabbing hold of
her ass cheeks as his cock flung deep inside her mouth, planting against her
throat as he moved that much nearer.

“Here it goes,” he sighed. “Baby, the juices are really gonna shoot. They re
really gonna spray out of the end of my tool.”

As his body rocked back and forth a few more times, the first few droplets
of penis juice commenced to spray out of the end of his scorching pecker.
The juices spilled inside of her mouth. As they did, his whole body rocked
back and forth. He watched as the scintillating droplets of cum continued to
ooze out of his dick and into her waiting mouth.

“What a throat fuck,” he grinned. “Honey, the juices are shooting. They're
really spraying. I love every bit of it.”

His hard cock kept rocking back and forth as the last few droplets of penis
spray erupted from the end of his organ. He then removed his cock from her
mouth. As he did, he stared down at her inviting triangle. He looked down
at it for a few moments, then reached out and began to finger Nancy's
snatch.

At first Jack concentrated on the bushy triangle alone. Back and forth he
worked his fingers, gliding them against her snatch hairs. He kept it up for a
few more strokes, then began to manipulate his fingers inside of her snatch.
He worked his fingers back and forth, letting them project against her hot
mound. He kept it going for a few more strokes, after which he then
removed his fingers from her pussy.

“I want to go down on you,” he told her. “I’m gonna really work my tongue
against your pussy. I’m gonna slide it against your hot snatch, darling. I'm
gonna really work it. I’m gonna drive it nice and fast. I'm gonna keep
flinging my tongue inside of your mound. I'm gonna work it until I swallow
your stuff.”

“Baby, it’s not gonna take all that much sucking,” Nancy smiled. “I’m
already all worked up. You sure did a good job of stabbing your cock inside
my mouth.”

“I was so damned horny I didn’t know where or how to stop.”
“You didn’t want to stop.”

“No, I didn’t,” he laughed. “I don’t want to stop now, either. I want to run
my hot tongue inside of your mound.”

Jack reached out with both hands, letting his fingers slide up and down her
smooth, trim legs. He clutched hard at her thighs, then slid his tongue down
between her legs. He moved his tongue forward, letting it flick ever so
slowly against her ass-hole. He wanted to suck her anus for a few moments
before putting his tongue to work inside of her pussy.

“That’s it, fling your tongue inside my ass-hole,” she said. “Go ahead and
do it, baby doll. Yes, sweetie. Come on, suck me. Suck my ass-hole.”

Back and forth his tongue worked for a few more strokes. He let it project
against her ass-hole, after which he released his tongue from her anus. He
worked it forward, letting it come to rest against her pubic mound. His
tongue toyed with her snatch hairs for a few strokes, after which he
suddenly removed it. Jack then felt that it was time to launch into the cunt
sucking, to drive his tongue forward and plant it ever so deeply inside of her

pussy.

“Go ahead and let yourself go,” she sighed. “Baby, I really like your temp.
You’ve got such a nice tongue. I feel so much better with you. I feel like a
different person. Hell, I am a different person. Come on, baby doll, suck out
my snatch. Just run your tongue inside my mound. Give me a good brisk
workout. Suck my pussy.”

As her hips danced back and forth, Jack let his fingers come to rest against
her ass cheeks. He squeezed her buttocks ever so sharply, then pushed his
tongue forward. He planted it inside of Nancy’s mound. He worked his
tongue quickly right from the beginning, allowing it to push and shove
inside of her snatch. As he worked his tongue, driving it in a blaze of glory
inside of her pussy, he moved her that much closer. He wanted to keep on
projecting his tongue inside her, to drive it at a speedy, workman-like level
against her pussy until the juices had shot from her mound. He enjoyed
every swift, decisive stroke that he sent forth. His tongue kept moving at a
burning clip, driving fervently inside of her hot snatch as he worked her
ever nearer.

Jack noticed that the closer he moved her to orgasm, the quicker that she
flung her hips as they rotated back and forth. He kept holding onto her
buttocks, clinging to them for dear life as his tongue kept plunging that
much deeper into her mound. A few quick, jolting stabs later, the juices
were ready to spray from her pussy. He wanted to swallow every droplet of
juice from her snatch.

“Honey, you're really sending me,” she said. “Baby, keep your tongue
moving. Really let it work. Let it push, baby, Shove it inside my mound.
Baby doll, I really like what you’re doing. Keep pushing it inside me. Keep
shoving it into my mound. Drive it, baby doll. Yes, you've got to do it.
You've got to keep it going. Suck me, darling, come on, you've really got to
suck me.”
While her hips kept on moving ever so spryly, and as her breathing became
increasingly heavier, Jack kept up his swift, decisive, ever so forthright
tongue movements. He kept planting his tongue ever so deeply inside of her
box, shoving it back and forth, grinding it inside of her pussy.

“Here we go,” she sighed. “The juices are really gonna shoot, baby. Yes,
come on, darling.”

Her body bounced up and down on the bed. She heaved a deep sigh of relief
as the juices started to spray from her snatch and into her lover’s mouth.

“You brought me there,” she said. “You deserve the reward you’re getting.”

She watched with a smile of satisfaction as Jack kept on working his
burning tongue, gliding it ever so smoothly and enthusiastically inside her
snatch as he went after each and every droplet of the shooting juice.

When Jack removed his tongue from her pussy, he patted her on top of the
head.

“We really clicked that time around,” he said.

“We’re always clicking,” she told him. “That’s what I like about being with
you. There’s so much electricity in the air. We just can’t get enough
fucking.”

CHAPTER 7

As soon as Jack finished eating out Nancy’s box, he fell once more into
another exceptionally horny state.

His hard cock was thrust out ever so proudly as he threw his arms around
his lover’s waist. His arms clung to her body ever so tightly, and as they
did, he moved his lips forward. He permitted them to press ever so solidly
against her lips. Their lips remained fervently locked for a few moments
after which he shoved his tongue inside her mouth. Back and forth his
tongue worked with a certain majesty. He knew just how to employ it,
making certain that he applied both precision and excitement.

His tongue movements started out slowly enough, but pretty soon he was
working his tongue at top speed, driving it back and forth as it kept on
connecting with his lover’s tongue.

When Jack finally withdrew his tongue from Nancy’s mouth, he reached
out with both hands and began toying with her buttocks. He loved running
his fingers over those warm folds of flesh. His fingers worked against her
ass cheeks for a few more strokes, after which he removed them. He then
pushed his right index finger forward. He let it penetrate inside of her anus.
Back and forth his finger worked, gliding soothingly against her ass hole.
He then permitted his finger to dart briskly inside of her anus. He kept
pushing and shoving with his finger, driving it resourcefully inside of her
hot ass. He shoved brilliantly with his finger, continuing to let it work
against her anus. The more rapidly that he shoved it, the deeper that his
finger plunged as it projected against her ass-hole.

“You really know how to excite me in every way,” Nancy said. “I didn’t
realize you were gonna finger my ass-hole, too. You don’t leave out a
thing.”

“No, I don’t. I'm the type of person who gets extra excited around a
beautiful woman. I just love pushing my finger into your ass-hole.”
“Just keep it moving, baby. I like your style. I love the way that you're
working your finger in my hot ass.”

He kept on driving his finger against her ass-hole, letting it stab sharply. A
few swift strokes later, he removed his finger from her anus. He reached out
with his right hand, dipping his fingers into her pussy. He then pushed the
pussy juice inside of her ass-hole, spreading it around.

“What the hell are you getting ready to do?” she asked.

“I want your ass-hole,” he announced. “I want to shove my hot, piercing
pecker inside you. I want to really drive it inside your hot ass, baby. I'm
gonna give you another nice ride. This time I’m gonna sodomize you. I just
wanted to lubricate you, loosen your ass-hole up a little.”

“I don’t believe it,” she shook her head. “I’ve never been fucked that tway
before.”

“You've got to be kidding,” he laughed. “You mean, your ass-hole is
actually cherry?”

“Yes, it is. What’s so surprising about that?”

“I just can’t get over it. I didn’t realize that your ass-hole would be cherry.
Being such a beautiful girl and all, I figured that you would have gotten it
screwed at one time or another.”

“A few men begged me for the privilege of doing it, but I just never gave
in.”

“How about your husband?”

“He’s lucky to even get it up now,” she laughed, “but there was one time
when he got drunk. I remember, it was just after we got married. Yeah, he
wanted to do it that way.”

“Did you let him?”

“No, I didn’t.”
“Why didn’t you let him?”
“I was scared, to tell you the truth.”
“Are you scared now?”

“Yes, I am,” she nodded, “but the whole thing seems somehow different.
It’s kind of hard to put into words. It’s just that I'm ready to let you do
more. I seem to have more confidence in you.”

“That’s good. All you’ve got to do is trust old Jack. He’ll make sure you get
a good fuck.”

Jack reached out and grabbed her legs. He flung Nancy's legs over his
shoulders, then got set to move his cock inside of her ass-hole. He was
ready to plunge his tool into her, to let it stroke ever so superbly against her
hot anus.

“Just get set,” she heard him say. “It’ll hurt a little bit. Yeah, it’ll sting for a
while, but I predict you’ll enjoy it. You're gonna love it.”

As he held onto her legs, which were draped around his shoulders, Jack got
a good look at Nancy's beautiful ass-hole. The longer that his eyes focused
on it, the more eager he became to shove his cock forward. He wanted to
plant it inside her ass-hole, to move it spiritedly forward, to let it surge and
stab as it worked inside of her hot ass.

“Remember, don’t panic when it starts stinging a little,” he warned her
smilingly.

“I won’t.”
“I’m gonna really shove it inside your ass, baby.”
“Come on. Just do it.”

He pushed his hot, resourceful cock forward. Jack let it enter inside of her
ass-hole. He pushed his cock into her slowly at first. The longer that he kept
on working it back and forth, the deeper that he thrust it. Jack worked his
cock brilliantly, letting it push and stab against her anus. After a few
strokes, he began to grind his cock more sharply than before as it kept on
plunging inside of her anus.

Nancy reacted by manipulating her ass cheeks back and forth and flinging
her body forward. She was trying to react in the best possible way, to assure
both Jack and herself of the finest fuck that they could receive.

“That’s it,” Jack nodded. “I like the extra action you’re giving me. I'm
gonna keep planting my tool inside your ass-hole. I'm gonna fuck you nice
and hard, baby. I'm gonna keep grinding my tool inside you. I'm gonna
fuck you. I’m gonna juice inside your ass-hole, baby doll.”

Jack kept up his steady, fervent attack. His penis rotated sharply as it
projected inside of her ass-hole. He kept on steadily moving it forward,

letting it proceed with decisive impact as he planted it deep into her hot
hole.

Pretty soon Jack was shoving his dick into her with all the piercing
determination that he could muster. He kept shoving it hard, ramming it into
her rectum. As he fucked her with great strength and desire, her hips flung
back and forth as she reacted to his savage, stabbing pace.

“That’s what I like,” he exclaimed. “A tight ass. Damned, but you're tight.”

“It’s stinging, too,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean I want you to slow it
up. I’m enjoying the way you’re giving it to me. Just keep your cock
moving, dear. Let it grind inside my ass-hole. Come on, I like the sharp,
convincing stabs. Keep planting your dick inside my ass-hole. I'm enjoying
it, baby, I really am.”

“That’s good,” he nodded. “I really do like it. Damned, I like the tightness
of your ass-hole.”

His body kept on moving forward, rocking her with every swift stab that his
cock sent forth into her ass-hole. He kept pushing his penis forward, driving
it steadily as Jack moved it that much nearer to an intriguing point of
climax.
“Here it goes,” Jack said. “The juices are gonna spray. They sure as hell
are."

While Jack’s cock kept on guiding ever so steadily inside of his lover’s ass-
hole, he slapped at her buttocks. He kept slapping resoundingly, letting his
fingers collide with Nancy’s warm flesh as his surging penis worked ever
deeper into her ass-hole. He kept moving that much closer to the great
moment of climax.

“Here it goes,” Jack said. “I love the feeling. Damned, I can feel the itch. I
can feel it all the way to my toes. I just love it. I’m sending it into you.
Sweetheart, darling, lover, I'm drilling you with it. Honey, what impact.”

His cock kept on shoving forward, driving into her anus. A few hot, steady
stabs later, the first few droplets of cock spray commenced to shoot out of
his prick. His whole body shook as he released the droplets from his pecker.

Jack’s fingers clung to her ass cheeks as the steaming white cum kept on
spraying from his dick, shooting from the end of his hard spear and into her
ass-hole.

“Baby, I'm there,” he said. “Darling, what a lover you are.”

As the spurting droplets of white cream kept on spraying from the end of
Jack’s tool, he pushed his tongue forward. He let it enter inside of his
lover’s mouth. Back and forth his tongue kept twisting, thrusting
resoundingly inside of her mouth as the steaming droplets of cock spray
kept on shooting from his spear.

Several seconds later, Jack removed his cock from her ass-hole. He looked
at her and smiled.

“You know, now we’ve done it just about every which way,” he laughed,
slapping her buttocks playfully. “I’ve enjoyed every second of it, and I like
the fact that you've been so game. A lot of chicks just cancel out when it
comes to an ass fuck.”
“I really don’t have the desire to cancel out with any act where you’re
concerned,” she smiled. “Then I guess you're happy that you decided to
continued this relationship with me.”

“Yes, I really am.”

A few moments later, Nancy began to put her clothes back on. She wanted
to make certain that she was home in plenty of time before her son got
home from school. She didn’t want to do anything to arouse any suspicion.

Before she left, Jack suggested that she call him in about two days.
“That’s good,” she smiled. “I’m looking forward to meeting you again.”

“As long as we play it cool, there’s no reason why we can’t continue this
relationship,” he told her. “After all, we're two mature people. We don’t
have to do anything foolish to get caught.”

“No, we don’t,” she agreed.

Two days later, Nancy called Jack’s house. He sounded a little despondent
when he answered the phone.

“What’s the problem?” she asked. “Honey, I’ve got to go away,” he said.
“Where? How long?”

“It’s a four-month tour. I knew that we were gonna be making a tour, and I
knew it was in the near future, but I thought it would be a little while before
we’d be leaving. But I never thought that our managers would extend it that
far. But we’re gonna travel through Europe, Asia, and then come back and
make a swing of the entire United States. Hell, we're even gonna hit
Australia.”

“Gosh. It really makes me feel terrible. You won’t be back for four
months?”

“I’m sorry, honey. I wish to hell I could take you with me.”
“I wish to hell I could go,” she said. “Well, except for my son. He’s such a
sweet kid.”

“If he’s anything like you, he’s got to be great,” Jack told her. “All I can say
is I'm awfully sorry, dear. We were making out so well.”

“I know. It was a beautiful relationship.”

“You don’t have to speak of it in the past,” Jack told her. “We can start
renewing things, honey. We can renew them very quickly, in fact.”

“I guess you’re right. But not about the quick part.”
“What I mean is that four months isn’t exactly a lifetime.”

“It’s just that it’ll seem it for me. I’m trapped, Jack. Youve been the only
meaningful sex outlet I’ve had in a long time.”

“Maybe you can find somebody else.”

“No, I'm not gonna go out looking. I’d be afraid of getting involved. With
you we had something perfect. No, I guess I'll just wait until you return.
But it’s gonna be awfully tough biding time until you do.”

“I’m awfully sorry, baby. I know this is short notice and all. I would have
called you earlier, but you know how we’ve been working. Hell, I don’t
even have your number.”

“I know that,” she replied. “That’s the way I wanted it. It’s the only way
that I thought it would work out. Anyhow, honey, good luck.”

“To think I can’t even send you a card,” he said sadly.

“Just keep me in your thoughts. That’s what really counts.”

“I definitely will,” Jack said.

“Goodbye and good luck.”
“See you in a couple of months, dear,” Jack replied.

As soon as Nancy hung up the phone, she began feeling dizzy. She hadn’t
realized just how much Jack had meant to her until that moment. Sure, she
knew that for the first time in a long spell she was getting the proper kind of
sex. But still, she hadn’t realized that the despair she would feel would be
that profound and hurting.

She walked into her bedroom, stretching out on the bed. She threw her head
into her hands and sobbed.

CHAPTER 8

Nancy was extremely despondent for the next few days.

Her pussy would become extremely itchy, at which point she would have no
alternative other than to either suffer, or else to take off her clothes and go
into the bedroom, where she would finger herself to climax as she closed
her eyes and thought about Jack.

She kept envisioning him pumping it into her, sliding his long, briskly
authoritative cock inside of her tight hole, until the juices popped. She
could see herself twisting back and forth, and she would imitate the
gyrations which she had asserted in her sex relations with him as she lay
there on the bed.

Although her husband Sam was gone a good deal of the time, she did find
comfort in being able to communicate with her handsome young son Bob.
At fifteen, Bob was turning into quite a good-looking young fellow. Nancy
was enormously proud of him. He had brown wavy hair and a winning
smile that he seemed to carry everywhere that he went.

Even though Bob dated, he wasn’t going out with anyone in particular. His
mother was happy that he was not caught up in either the drug scene or in a
deep-seated sexual relationship. She thought that her son was evolving as a
young man in just the proper fashion. He was progressing, but not too fast.

The longer that her eyes kept focusing on Bob, however, the more she
couldn’t help but wonder just what it would be like to have sex with him. At
first she tended to dismiss such thoughts from her mind, rejecting them as
immoral. She just accepted them as a part of her thought processes. On the
same token, she was not about to follow through. She was fearful of the
enormous ramifications of engaging in sex with her own son.

At one point, Sam went away on a business trip. He was flying to Miami,
and he offered to take her with him. She declined. Even though she liked
the city, she found things rather boring just being confined to the hotel,
which was generally what happened. Her husband would take out the car,
and by the time that he came back, usually he would be too tired to do
anything other than take her to dinner. She didn’t need any more of that
routine. On top of that, she was still thinking about Jack, and the more she
thought, the more heartsick she became.

One evening she couldn’t take it any longer. While her son Bob was out on
a date, she burst into tears. She then began to sip some bourbon and water.
At first she drank slowly, but as the evening wore on, she began to guzzle
the alcohol. The more of it that she drank, the more depressed that she
became. She kept thinking about Jack and how great they had been together
as a sex team. She kept wondering just what would have happened had they
been able to carry off their relationship over a longer period of time. She
thought about the four months, and looked upon it as an eternity. She
wondered if he would even be available when he did get back. And, she
thought, there was always the possibility that the tour could last even
longer.

She was still drinking when Bob returned home at a few minutes past ten.
As her son entered the house, he observed his mother sitting in the living
room. She was lying on the sofa, her feet outstretched over the table. As she
pressed the glass to her lips, he observed the frustrated expression on her
face.

“Mom, anything wrong?” he asked.

“No, my dear. I'm just a little lonely tonight. Why don’t you come and sit
down beside your mother.”

“Sure thing, mom.”

Bob sat down next to his mother on the sofa. He kept eyeing her with
sensitive concern.

“Sure there’s nothing wrong?” he repeated.

“Let’s forget about me and just talk. How was your date, dear?”
“It was nice. This girl that I was with tonight is a pretty nice gal. We went
to amovie.”

“What’s her name?”
“Louise.”

“Wait a minute. I think I’ve met her. A cute redhead. Sure, I remember
meeting her with her parents at the last open house at school.”

“That’s the same girl.”

“I’m glad you had a good time.”

“It wasn’t super,” he shrugged, “It was just nice.”

“Do you mind me leveling with you in a mother-to-son manner?”
“Of course not. That’s what a mother’s for,” he laughed.

“Certainly, dear. I was just wondering. How far are you going with girls at
this state of your life?”

His head dropped and his face began to redden.

“I’m sorry,” she laughed uncomfortably. “I’m really not trying to embarrass
you, Bob. I just wondered. After all, you are a very handsome young man.
I’m sure you’re very much in demand on-campus. I’m sure the girls like
you very much.”

“They like me okay,” he said. “I haven’t gone too far, mom.”

“Are you a virgin?” she blurted out curiously. She could hardly believe
what she was saying. Nancy wanted to restrain herself from continuing this
line of questioning, but somehow she was unable to do so.

“No, I'm not,” he gulped, turning his eyes away from her.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she laughed. “If I were still a virgin, you
wouldn’t be here.”

“I know. It’s just a funny thing to talk about. I just didn’t think we’d be
discussing anything like that.”

“You're too defensive, my sweet. Anyhow, you have gotten intimate.”
“With one girl.”

“When did it happen.”

“Last summer.”

“Maybe you think I'm prying, but I’d like to ask you how you did it with
her.”

“I stuck it in her,” he gulped. “Into her vagina.”
“That’s right.”

“I see. You know, you can give a girl a baby that way. It’s wise to be
careful”

“Sure. I know it is. I was wearing a rubber at the time.”

“That was a good precaution on your part. I’m sorry, honey. I guess I’ve
gotten all too personal. I'm sure you enjoy sex quite a bit, though. You’re a
healthy, althletic-looking young fellow. You're very good at it, I'm sure.”

“Gosh, mom. You don’t know how bad you’re embarrassing me by this
kind of talk. I don’t know what’s causing you to do it.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I'll stop asking questions like that.”

Nancy stared into her son’s eyes. Suddenly it became completely obvious to
her why she was questioning him at such lengths. She knew just how badly
she would like some sexual action with him. It was the first time that she
had even thought about sex with anyone else since Jack had left. She stared
down at her son’s crotch, and when she observed the outline of his erection
against his brown trousers, her pussy became enormously excited. She
twisted her body back and forth as she sat there on the sofa. She practically
drooled as she kept staring at his hard, bulging rod. That meant only one
thing to her. He was available, and she was going to push on and find out
just how available he was for her.

“Honey, I think intimacies are meant to be shared,” Nancy said. “I'll tell
you one of the big reasons I’ve been asking you these questions. You see, I
think you’re a big enough man to accept this.”

“What is it you're trying to tell me, mom?” he looked at his mother with
concern. “Things aren’t going particularly well between me and your
father.”

“Gosh, that’s awful. I hope you’re not thinking about getting a divorce.”
“I wasn’t referring to that.”
“I's he being mean to you?”

“No, that’s just it. It isn’t that the relationship is too close. It’s that it isn’t
close enough. We just aren’t clicking physically in the way that I would
hope that we would. Somewhere along the line, namely about the time that
your father’s business started to boom, we lost something in our
relationship. It was terrible.”

“You mean you’re just not making it with him much anymore?”
“That’s exactly what I mean,” she nodded sadly.

“That’s too bad. People need to be close to each other physically when
they're married.”

“I know, and that poses enormous frustrations for me. I’m a woman with
normal sexual appetites. As a matter-of-fact, ’'m probably oversexed. It’s
nothing really to be ashamed of. It’s just that I happen to really like a lot of
beautiful sex. I think it’s a strength, not a weakness.”
“Sure, I can agree with that.”

The longer that Nancy ’s eyes focused on her son’s crotch, the more ager she
became to reach out’ and touch Bob. She wondered what it would be like
to grab his penis, to let her throbbing fingers glide up and down his hard
cock. She would like very much to guide him along, to take him step by
step along the road of blissful sexuality. In this particular instance, she
would derive greater enjoyment through that type of activity than she would
having sex with just anyone. This way she was steering young men along,
aiding her son in his development. She kept thinking how weird it was that
she would think of it in that way. Before she had been afraid to even
consider the prospect of having sex with him, but now everything was
seemingly falling into place. She was contemplating with great desire the
possibility of getting into the act of sex with him.

“It looks like you have a hard-on right now,” Nancy looked into Bob’s eyes.
He flinched momentarily.

“Is there any reason to be embarrassed about that?” she asked. “Isn’t it just
a normal physical response to a situation?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it is.”

“Of course it is. You like me, don’t you? I mean, you like me physically.”
Once again Bob turned his head.

“No need to get embarrassed,” he mother said soothingly.

“Maybe not,” Bob said, sighing. “I don’t know. It’s hard to put any of this
into words. You're right, though. Yes, I do like you physically. I can’t get
over it. You're my mother, but you’re so sexy. You're such a sexy woman.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she smiled. “Your father’s out of town
and we’re here all by ourselves. Just relax, my sweet. Just lie there on the
sofa. I want to give you a little bit of action. I want to make you feel good.
I’m gonna give you sensations that you've never had before.”
“I haven’t done all that much,” he gulped. “It’ll be interesting to see what
you do with me.” The first thing I want to do is remove your cock from
your trousers. I'm gonna play with your dick. I'm gonna run my fingers up
and down it. You're gonna love it, my dear. Just stay with me, sweetheart.
You'll enjoy that kind of action. You’re gonna love every bit of it. Youre
gonna like it when I move my fingers over your pecker.”

“Yes, I guess I probably will.”

“So just hold on, sweetie. We're gonna enjoy it. [ am and you are. Every
last second of it.”

She reached out with her right hand. Ever so soothingly she grabbed hold of
her lover’s zipper. She tugged downward at it, unzipping him completely.

She already noticed the pangs of anxiety rippling through her whole body
as she reached out with her right hand, slipping it inside of his trousers. She
grabbed his hard rod, then commenced sliding her fingers up and down the
full length of his long, steely dick.

“I’m gonna play with your pecker,” she announced. “I’m gonna just slide
my fingers over it. Just wait, baby. You’ll really enjoy it. Hang on.”

He stretched out on the sofa, his breathing becoming increasingly heavier
and his arms and legs trembling as she put her fingers to work. Nancy
reached out with both hands, beginning to slide her fingers around the tip of
his phallus. She wanted to work slowly, to gradually guide him along. The
fact he had very little in the way of sexual attention made the challenge
seem that much more meaningful. Her fingers worked around the foreskin
of his supercharged cock for a few moments, after which she commenced
sliding her fingers up and down the full length of his hard dick.

Pretty soon her fingers were working with rapid-fire precision, driving with
great speed and skill as they kept on connecting with the bulging folds of
flesh. Every now and then she would cease her swift up-and-down finger
stabs to grab hold of his dick. She would hold on tightly, then once more
slide her fingers up and down the full length of his penis.
“That’s so nice,” she sighed. “I love touching your pecker, honey. And I
know you’re enjoying it, too. I can tell by the way that your whole body is
moving.”

“That’s right. I really love it. Baby, keep your fingers going. I was scared
about fucking with you at first. Even though I wanted to do it, I was
scared.”

“So was I, darling, but you can’t be. It’s silly to be afraid. Let’s just have
ourselves a beautiful time. Let ourselves go. That’s what people ought to do
in sex. Just let themselves go and enjoy each other’s body. That’s the way to
doit.”

Her fingers kept pumping up and down ever so resourcefully, tugging at his
long, sturdy penis. The more rapidly that she employed her fingers against
his spirited rod, the greater the feeling of satisfaction that he felt.

“Baby, come on, work them even faster,” he sighed. “I really like the way
you're tickling me. It’s such a tingly feeling. Yes, no girl’s ever done this to
me before. This is something new. And I love it.”

Spurred on by her son’s appreciation of what she was doing, Nancy kept up
her stabbing pace. Her fingers kept on working up and down the full length
of his tool. She tugged resourcefully, holding onto his throbbing penis. Her
fingers kept working brilliantly, sliding with great effectiveness against his
long, hard dick.

“Keep pushing your fingers,” she sighed. “Come on, baby. Just work them.”

A few strokes later, she stepped up her pace.

CHAPTER 9

Nancy's fingers kept moving at a rollicking pace, plunging with scorching
rapidity against her loving son’s long, hard dick.

“Come on, go get me,” he exclaimed. “Honey, I really feel it now.”

Nancy's fingers glided up and down his hard, throbbing instrument for a
few more strokes, after which she put her fingers to work against his balls.
Back and forth her fingers clutched against his testicles. She held on tightly,
squeezing hard against his hot balls as she kept on working with both
hands.

“Go ahead, finger me,” he exclaimed. “This is so nice. You're doing so well
at it.”

Her movements continued against Bob’s bulging testicles for a few strokes
more, after which she released her fingers from his balls. She knew then
that she just had to start launching into some tongue action. She was aware
of just how badly he needed it.

She pushed her tongue forward, letting it maneuver for the first time against
his balls. She moved her tongue from side to side, loving every dramatic
moment of impact. Her tongue kept wiggling, driving with beauty and grace
as it connected against his balls. She moved her tongue ever so rapidly,
letting it stride against his testicles. While her tongue kept on moving with
driving impact, she decided to put her fingers to work as well. Nancy
reached out with both hands, gliding her surging fingers up and down the
full length of his hard dick. She kept on letting her fingers rotate against the
base of his smooth pecker, and the longer and more rapidly that she
fingered his cock, the more quickly she sucked his balls.

“Keep sucking me,” he gulped. “I don’t believe it. It feels so good, baby. I
didn’t think anything could feel this good. I'm so alive with excitement.
Keep it going.”
The faster that she unfurled her tongue as it whipped against his balls,
leaving a trail of hot saliva in the process, the more rapidly that she also
employed her fingers. She kept on letting them move spiritedly up and
down his hard instrument. Her fingers kept on pushing and plunging against
his dick, working with spirited grace and skill as they moved against his
pecker. All the while, she was moving him into a greater state of
excitement, pushing him that much nearer to the point of orgasm.

A few convincing tongue strokes later, she removed her tongue from his
balls. At that point she was set to launch into some cock sucking. She
wanted to drive her tongue up and down his cock, to plant it against his
penis while she moved him that much nearer to climax. Nancy was already
anticipating that great moment, that beautiful occasion at which the spirited
penis juices would shoot out of the end of his hard rod and into her mouth.

“Just keep going,” he implored. “I love your tongue. I love the way it’s
working. This is so nice.”

Nancy removed her tongue from her lover’s balls.

She then got set to attack his cock. She reached down and toyed with his
testicles, noticing how rapidly they were bulging. She knew that he couldn’t
possibly withstand too much in the way of sucking. In just a few strokes,
she was aware , the juices would spray from the end of his long, hard dick
and into her mouth.

She reached out and began tonguing the tip of his pecker. She ran her
tongue around it several times, teasing the tip of his dick. As she did, she
heard the sounds of his gasps. He was reacting noticeably to the tongue
movements. He could feel great itchiness as a result of her twisting tongue
movements.

“Suck me off,” he said. “I never thought I'd get anything this beautiful. I’ve
heard some of my friends at school talking about getting cock sucks. This is
the greatest. Come on, honey. Just keep moving your tongue. Keep on
sliding it against my prick. Just keep sucking me. Suck me off. Bring the
juices out of my prick.”
She worked her tongue up and down, letting it slide against the length of his
cock. As he looked down at her, Bob observed the way that his mother’s
head was bobbing up and down. He reached out and grabbed her head, then
started running his fingers through her hair. He wanted to touch her while
she was working her tongue against his hard, throbbing instrument.

“How good that feels,” he said. “Nobody ’s ever made me feel this good
before. Keep on doing it. Keep your tongue going. Keep it sucking, mom.”

His whole body kept on wiggling. It moved from side to side as his lover
kept up her swift, darting tongue stabs. Back and forth she worked her
tongue, letting it collide with his long, fiery spear. She was working him
ever closer to the point of orgasm. In just a few more strokes, he knew, he
would be off. She was making the most of things, allowing her tongue to
resourcefully plunge against his steaming dick until the spurting droplets of
juice shot from the end of his tool.

“Come on, suck me,” he exclaimed. “Get me off. Please, get me off. Suck
me, darling. Yes, you've really got to do it. Come on, suck it. Suck my hot
dick. Honey, I feel such a tremendous itch. Keep on working your tongue.
Keep driving it. Slide it against my rod. Really work it.”

While his hips moved snugly back and forth, Bob slid his fingers up and
down his mother’s back. He loved touching her warm skin as her head kept
bobbing up and down, her tongue manipulating feverishly as she pushed
him that much closer.

The closer that Nancy pushed Bob to orgasm, the greater the feeling of
liberation that she felt. In the early stages she still felt a little something in
the way of guilt over having sex with her own son. Fortunately for her, that
feeling had long since passed out of existence. Now the only thing that she
was concerned about was sucking his long tool until every droplet of his
fiery juices had bolted from the end of his hard instrument.

“Come on, bring me off,” he said. “Baby, come on, let’s do it. Suck me,
dear. Sweetheart, come on, baby. Give me a good suck. Yes, give me a great
suck.”
The tongue kept on working, running up and down his long, throbbing
pecker. As she moved him that much nearer to climax, she reached out and
grabbed Bob’s balls. Her fingers moved smoothly over his testicles, and all
the while she was pushing him that much closer. A few strokes later he
would be off. The spirited juices would surge from the end of his long, hard
stick and into her mouth.

“Baby, suck me off,” he said, the tone of impatience constantly mounting in
his voice. “Sweetheart, do it. Come on, your tongue is doing the job. You
can bring me off. Suck me, baby. Yes, my dear. Work your tongue. Honey,
plant it against my dick. Yes, darling. Suck. Come on, really suck.”

Her head bobbed up and down a few more times, and she had Bob on the
verge of orgasm. His penis juices were boiling inside of his balls as he got
prepared to unleash them, to let them splash out of the end of his testicles.

“Just keep fingering my balls,” he told her. “Baby, I like the way you’ve
been handling everything. You're sucking so nicely. I like the way you're
stroking. This is really a good feeling. A wonderful feeling.”

Bob’s body began to rock back and forth. She could tell from the desperate
manner in which his body was gyrating just how badly he needed to be
sucked off. He was now only a few seconds removed from that great
moment when the steaming droplets of pecker liquid would shoot from the
end of his hot, piercing instrument.

“I’m gonna do it,” he said. “This is so wonderful. I feel so great.”

As his hips twisted and turned several more times, the droplets of semen
started to shoot from the end of his dick. It kept on spraying out of his
mammoth stick, shooting into his lover’s hot mouth.

Nancy gulped ever so eagerly, and Bob watched her closely. He observed as
her tongue kept on twisting from side to side, sliding around inside of her
mouth as she went after every droplet of his hot spray. He was impressed
over her enthusiasm and the thoroughness with which she attacked his dick.
She swallowed the cock droplets, then removed her tongue suddenly from
his flaming spear.
“I’ve never had anything like this happen to me before,” he shook his head.
“I just don’t know what to say. It sure felt great.”

“Of course it did, my sweet. Now I want us to go into the bedroom. I'll give
you some more lessons on lovemaking. This is just like going to school,”
Bob laughed as he looked into his mother’s eyes. “Only this is a whole lot
more fun.”

“This is more secret as well,” she said, looking at her son soberly.
“Remember, honey, I’m your secret lover.”

“Of course.”

“I don’t want a word to be revealed to anyone. You understand.”
“Certainly.”

“This is important, honey. It really is.”

“I know, mom. I’m not gonna say anything to anyone. We've got to keep
things just the way that they are.”

They walked into the bedroom together. Bob watched as his beautiful
mother began to remove her clothes. As she removed her blouse, then
quickly tore off her bra, his heart began to pound restlessly as he observed
her beautiful breasts. He took in the shapely outline, and his heart
practically stopped at that point.

“You take off your clothes at the same time,” Nancy said. “We both want to
get completely naked, honey. Then we’ll feel even more intimately
connected.”

“It’s just that I enjoy watching you undress,” he smiled. “You’ve got such a
beautiful body.”

“Thank you, but you've got to do the same thing, sweetie. Yes, you have.
You've got to get nude.”
Bob watched for a few more moments as his loving mother slid her slacks
down her legs. When he saw her gorgeous thighs and ankles, he felt even
more turned on. She then reached down and tugged at her panties. She
pulled at them, working at her panties as she let them slide soothingly down
her legs. She then stepped out of them. She reached out with her right hand,
gliding her fingers around her pussy. She did so from a standing position,
her hips twisting back and forth as she played with her snatch. She observed
Bob watching every moment of the action. She could see just how excited
he was as he watched the flow of activity.

“That really is nice to watch,” he nodded. “’You’ve got such a beautiful
body, mom. I can’t get over it.”

“Take off your clothes, dear. You ve got a nice body, too. I want to roll
around in bed with you.”

Nancy eased her body into the bed. She thought about how many times she
had shared it with her husband Sam. He hadn’t been that much sexual
company lately, though, and that was what had bothered her. She could see
that things were suddenly changing. She liked the fact that she was now
able to just lie back and get some sensation from her own son. All of the
sudden Jack did not seem all that indispensable. He was out on tour, and she
didn’t have to mourn his loss. Not as long as she had somebody like her
own son Bob to supply her bodily needs.

As soon as Bob removed his shorts, he looked down at his dick. It was hard
once again. Nancy also observed the same thing. She couldn’t help but
smile. She knew that her son was ready for more steaming sexual activity,
and she was more than prepared to give it to him. She liked the fact that he
appeared to be as oversexed as she was. She knew that they would make
quite a team.

“Just get into bed with me,” she encouraged. “Come on, darling. I want you
to hold me. I want you to throw your arms around me and kiss me.”

Bob’s trembling body slid inside of the bed. He reached out and threw his
arms around his lover. He pushed his lips forward, letting them come into
contact with her lips. He pushed his lips hard and fast against hers. They
locked ever so joyously. He let them remain frozen solidly against her for
quite a few moments. He then removed his lips from hers, recognizing how
hard his heart was beating.

“That was nice,” she said. “Now I want you to slip your tongue inside my
mouth, darling. I want us to get a good French kiss. Baby, come on, tongue
my hot mouth. Let’s really exchange tongue movements.”

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it come into contact with hers.
Together they made all kinds of beautiful sensations come alive. They could
feel the hot sparks shooting through them as their tongues went to work,
meshing in a whirlpool of passion as they kept colliding, driving spiritedly
back and forth against each other.

While their tongues kept pressing and tugging against each other, Bob
reached out with both hands. He began to slide his fingers soothingly
through his lover’s hair. He loved touching Nancy ’s hair as his tongue kept
working, manipulating ever so soothingly against her tongue.

A few moments later, Bob removed his tongue from Nancy’s mouth. He
looked at her, awaiting further instructions.

“Come on, dear,” she sighed. “I know you’re gonna love sucking my tits.
I’m gonna give you plenty of lessons, baby, but I don’t really need to tell
you all that much. You can figure most of it out yourself. So just reach
down there with your tongue. Let it go against my breasts. Move your
tongue against my left breast, sweetheart. Let it slide, baby. Work it really
fast. I mean, let it absolutely dart.”

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it connect with Nancy’s left breast.
He wanted to do precisely what his beautiful mother suggested. He could
see immediately why she suggested that particular mode of activity. It
provided both of them with loads of sensation.

While Bob kept on working his tongue in an illuminating fashion, allowing
it to plunge and stab against her left breast, he reached out with both hands.
He let his fingers grab hold of her buttocks. Back and forth he worked with
his fingers.
“That’s it,” Nancy nodded. “I don’t even have to give my baby that much
instruction. He’s a natural. Come on, Bob dear. Bury your tongue in my
breast.”

As Bob’s tongue kept on working spiritedly against her hot tit, he kept on
fingering her ass cheeks. She moved about as he wiggled his tongue back
and forth, pressing it against her flesh. A few jolting tongue stabs later, as
Nancy's curvaceous body kept on twisting and turning as she lay there
sighing in the bed, she felt that it was time for him to move onto her other
breast.

“Start sucking my right tit,” she told him excitedly. “You did such a good
job on the left one, honey, and you can do a beautiful job on the right. Come
on, sink your tongue into it, sweetheart. Really let yourself go. I want to
feel those beautiful, stabbing tongue movements.”

Bob was in such a state of supercharged excitement that he hardly needed
any encouragement from Nancy. He picked up the hang of things without
any trouble, and as for his level of desire, it couldn’t possible have been
higher. He was strongly motivated to slide his hot, thrusting tongue
forward, to plant it against his lover’s tit.

Bob moved his tongue forward, sliding his head downward as it proceeded
toward her breasts. He worked it back and forth, letting it connect with her
blazing tit. Ever so swiftly he stroked at her breast, allowing his tongue to
slide back and forth as it kept on connecting with her breast. As he wielded
his tongue with swift impact, her whole body shifted back and forth. She
enjoyed the spurting movements that he kept sending her way. His tongue
thundered against her breast, working magnificently as it kept on moving
against her hot tit.

“Come on, attack my flesh,” Nancy said. “I really love the way you’re
doing it, dear. You’ve got a nice tongue. I love the way it’s stroking. Come
on, let it stroke my breast. Really work it. Baby doll, come on, suck my tit.”

His tongue kept sinking ever deeper. The more rapidly that he worked it, the
harder that he pushed it against her warm skin. His tongue tingled every
time that its wet edge would connect with her breast. He also liked the way
that her body would instinctively slide back and forth as he propelled his
tongue eagerly.

“You really are something,” Nancy said. “You've got so much desire.”

The quicker that his tongue rotated against her breast, the greater the degree
of excitement Nancy began to feel in her hot twat. Her bush was burning
with anticipation, and she knew that she just had to get the action switched
to that particular locale.

CHAPTER 10

“Baby, you’ve got to sink your tongue against my cunt,” Nancy finally
exclaimed. “Come on, honey, take your tongue away from my tit. I’m too
excited. If you suck it one more time, I think my juices will shoot.”

He recognized the degree of urgency in her plea. Bob removed his tongue
from his mother’s breast, then looked into her eyes, seeking further advice.

“Reach down and play with my pussy,” she said. “It’s already nice and
moist, dear. [ want you to touch it. Play with it. Get me even more excited.”

Bob gulped hard. He looked down at his mother’s hot twat. He reached
down with his right hand, allowing his fingers to slide against her nest.
Back and forth he let his fingers connect with her pubic bush. At first his
fingers circulated just against the hot pussy hair. The longer that they
connected with her snatch hairs, however, the greater the feeling of tingling
satisfaction that reeled through Nancy’s whole body. She kept gasping and
sighing, her hot buttocks moving back and forth. Bob loved the shape of her
ass cheeks, and every time that he looked in their direction, he was inspired
toward even greater heights as he manipulated his fingers inside her box.

“Start pushing your fingers deeper,” she said. “Come on, Bob baby. Just
slide them inside my snatch. Sweetheart, come on, play with my pussy.”

Bob’s fingers went to work inside of her hot snatch. He imparted all kinds
of exhilarating fire within her entire being as his fingers swept back and
forth, toying with the wet inner folds of flesh. His fingers kept on striving,
working with great determination and desire as he did everything he could
to excite her, recognizing that very shortly he would be digging his tongue
inside of her box and pushing her toward a fervent orgasm.

“Baby, run your tongue inside my box,” she said. “I can’t take any more of
this. This was great. This got me practically there. So now you’ve got to
move your tongue around inside my pussy. Slide your tongue, honey. Baby
doll, really work your tongue. Sweetie, come on, drive your tongue inside
me."

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it connect for the first time with her
pussy. He picked up the scent of her hot mound, and he was further
stimulated by the way that her body rotated nervously. She wanted to be
sucked by him, to spill her cunt juices inside of his mouth.

“Play with my butt,” Nancy sighed. “Come on, grab my ass cheeks, my
dear. Hold onto them. You've got to do it. You've got to get me off.

Bob felt a certain pride knowing just how dependent his beautiful mother
was upon him for sex. He could see that the responsibility had passed from
his father to him. Now it was clearly up to Bob to see to it that his beautiful
mother received just the proper kind of sexual satisfaction. He could drive
his dazzling tongue inside of her mound. He would work it fervently until
the juices shot from her pussy and into his mouth.

His fingers curled around her buttocks. He loved touching the firm warmth
of her dancing ass cheeks as his tongue probed even deeper than before. He
buried his hot tongue in her fiery snatch, twisting it from side to side,
working it energetically.

“That’s the way to do it,” she exclaimed. “Just keep your tongue going,
dear. Come on, slide it inside my mound. Really suck my pussy. Baby doll,
I really love it. Sweetheart, baby, come on, suck my pussy. Yes, come on,
suck it.”

He kept on projecting his tongue inside of her mound. He worked it with
greater desire than before, letting it manipulate deeply inside of her burning
bush. While his tongue kept on quickly pursuing her, his fingers worked
against her buttocks. He began to squeeze her ass cheeks ever so sharply as
his tongue worked away, driving with devastating joy as it kept on plunging
inside of her hot snatch.

“Keep it moving,” she told him. “You’ve got just the right movement, dear.
Come on, work your tongue even faster. You've got to bring me off. You've
got to really excite me. You're doing a great job of it.”
A few blistering tongue strokes later, he had her on the verge. He could tell
from the way that her body was bouncing around, making all kinds of noise.
Her heavy gasps of breath served only to spur him on that much more. It
made him feel good to know that he was the man upon whom his beautiful
mother was relying. He wasn’t about to disappoint her.

Bob remained determined to give her every bit of satisfaction that he
possibly could, until the droplets of joy juice had shot from her.

“Come on, just a few more strokes,” Nancy said. “Your tongue is moving so
beautifully, dear. I can’t get over it. You're picking up so fast. Come on,
baby. Just a few more times.”

As her body rocked back and forth several more times, the juices started to
shoot from her pussy. They spilled inside of Bob’s mouth. He swallowed
every droplet of her juice, after which he released his tongue from her
snatch.

“That was good,” she said, “you really gave it to me, dear. Now I'm gonna
give you a big kiss.”

Nancy threw her arms around her son’s body. She pushed her breasts
forward, letting them tickle and tingle against his chest. While all of that
sensation was materializing between them, she pushed her tongue forward,
letting it connect with his tongue. Together their tongues meshed, moving
back and forth, circulating with great desire.

A few quick strokes later, Nancy removed her tongue from her son’s mouth.

“That’s what I call French kissing,” she winked. “Baby, I'm gonna get you
ready for something else.”

“Just keep on giving me your requests,” he grinned. “I want to do it to you,
mom. My cock is so hard all over again. Actually, it never was soft.”

“I can’t believe your cock would ever be soft,” she laughed. “So let’s just
get set, dear. Let’s get into some more great fucking. This time I want you
to send your cock inside my pussy. I want you to just get in there and move
it down between my legs. But you don’t need to get into that yet. As a
matter-of-fact, it’s better for us to have some nice preliminary movement
before you do that.”

“I’m open to suggestions,” Bob smiled. “And it’s nice to have such a
beautiful teacher.”

“This really is a liberal-minded arrangement,” Nancy laughed. “Mother and
son. You're my secret lover, sweetheart. Just reach out with both hands.
Play with my tits. That’s one way of insuring me of getting excited.”

Bob reached down with both hands. Her breasts were still wet from where
he had sucked them. Bob grabbed hold sharply, letting his fingers glide
back and forth as they connected with her flaming tits.

As her whole body moved from side to side, reacting to the impact of his
stabs, she nodded.

“That’s great, baby.”

The longer that Bob played with Nancy's tits, the hotter the sensations that
developed within her mound. She could feel the tantalizing itchiness, and
she knew how badly she needed to get fucked by her son.

He finally reached down with his right hand, letting it slide over her left
thigh.

“Your legs are so pretty,” he said. “I just had to touch them.”

“No need to apologize for that, dear,” she laughed. “Just reach out and grab
them, sweetheart. Then move your fingers down my thighs. There’s so
much sensation there. I love being touched in my thighs.”

CHAPTER 11

Bob gulped hard. He was beginning to feel the mounting sensations
accelerating within him. He knew that pretty soon he would just have to
sink his rock-hard cock into his beautiful mother.

He wanted to please her in every way, and himself at the same time.

Bob reached down with both hands, sliding his fingers over the smooth,
creamy skin. He kept on connecting with her thighs, loving every swift,
decisive finger stroke that he sent her way. All the while her body kept on
moving from side to side. She enjoyed his stunning finger strokes, and as
she kept receiving them, she provided active encouragement.

“Slow up the movement a little,” Nancy said. “Move your fingers a little
slower against my thighs, dear. I really love it when your touch me there. I
feel so much sensation. So come on, baby. Let’s really get into it.”

Bob was filled with a sense of vigorous determination. He felt that it was
his responsibility to provide his loving mother with as much in the way of
sensation as he could. Every time that his fingers glided up and down her
firm flesh, he felt an ever greater degree of mounting excitement. He could
see that there was a volcano that was ready to be unleashed, and it would
not take all that long before he would have his mother in a state of helpless
desire.

The longer that his fingers penetrated, the more swiftly that Bob employed
them. He began to work them up and down his loving mother’s thighs, and
every now and then he would squeeze her ankles as well. He liked clutching
sharply, and as he did, her whole body twisted under the rhythmic spell of
his finger stabs. She enjoyed every sharp, provocative finger thrust that he
sent her way.

“You're really exciting me now,” she told him. “Just keep your finger action
going, darling. I like that. I like the way you’re fingering my legs. There’s
so much sensation there. But now you’ve got to start sucking them, honey.
You’ve got to run your tongue against my thigh. I want to feel those hot
sensations. I want to feel your tongue against my burning legs. Baby, come
on and do it. Really plant your tongue against them.”

The longer that Bob heard her implore him onward, the greater the desire
that welled within his whole body to please her. He wanted to move his
tongue, to let it slip and slide against her hot legs.

He could see from the way that her whole body was twitching just how
much she was enjoying what he was doing. Now it was up to Bob to run his
tongue against her thighs, to electrify lovely Nancy that much more prior to
fucking her. She lay back, her hips swinging back and forth as she looked at
her lover and smiled.

“Honey, start sucking my thighs,” she repeated. “You ve really got to work
your tongue. You can do it, baby. Youve got a nice tongue. One that’s so
beautiful. Come on, just let it go. Really let it work, baby doll. Yes, suck
me."

Bob leaned forward, allowing his tongue to spin and slide against her left
thigh. She was filled with great erogenous delight, reacting to his steady,
assertive tongue stabs.

“This is swell,” she said. “Come on, baby. Just keep your tongue pursuing
me. I like the way you’re doing it.”

While Bob’s tongue kept on going to work, driving like lightning against
her hot flesh, he reached down and grabbed her hips. He held onto them,
then pinched her buttocks. All the while his tongue kept on pushing
forward, driving against her thigh.

“You really are getting me hot now,” she said. “My pussy is in a state of
raging fire. Just keep your tongue moving, darling. Keep sliding it against
my legs, baby.”

A few quick, convincing tongue jolts later, Bob removed his tongue from
his lover’s left thigh. He knew then that she would want to receive the same
type of vigorous, spontaneous tongue attention against her right thigh as
well.

“Come on, put your tongue to work against my right thigh,” she said.
“Baby, come on, you've got to do it. Really work your burning tongue
against my thigh. Really plunge your tongue against it.”

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it penetrate against her thigh. He
worked his tongue ever so skillfully, allowing it to explore against her flesh.
The more rapidly that his tongue propelled itself against her leg, the more
that she enjoyed every decisive stab that he sent her way. Her whole body
was reacting with rapid-fire back-and-forth thrusts as he sucked her thigh
eagerly.

“That’s what I call sucking,” Nancy told Bob. “Just keep your tongue
probing, dear. Keep working it against my leg. You're so good at it.
Darling, ahhhh, can you ever suck me. You're good. You're damned good.”

As her body kept on twisting, Bob continued to plunge his tongue against
her thigh. He kept it up for a few strokes longer, then released it. When he
did so, he reached down with both hands, sliding his fingers over her
buttocks one more time.

“Now you’ve got to play with my cunt,” she sighed. “You’ve done a
beautiful job sucking my legs, darling. Now you’ve got to play with my
pussy. You can really do it, sweetheart. You can excite me. I like your kind
of action. Come on, play with my snatch. Run your fingers over it.”

He reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingertips to go to work
against his lover’s snatch.

Back and forth he worked his fingers, allowing them to smoothly collide
with her pussy. He felt the sleek, wet warmth of her snatch. He kept right on
probing, working his fingers against her pussy. The longer that he kept up
his determined strokes, the greater the degree of excitement that rippled
throughout his whole body as he kept on fingering her, working his fingers
inside of her.
“You're really doing it now,” she said. “Come on, honey, keep playing with
my cunt.”

Bob would exercise his fingers briskly for a while, letting them penetrate
smoothly over the warm crevices of wet flesh. He would then slow up his
pace. He didn’t want to get her too excited prematurely. Bob knew that he
had to save something, and that the something would involve his cock. The
longer that he played with her pussy, the more fervently he desired to thrust
his long, flaming pecker inside of her pussy. A tremendous impatience
seethed within him. His hard, unrestrained cock needed some immediate
exercise.

“I’ve got to get off very soon,” he told her.

“I can sympathize with you, my sweet,” Nancy replied. “Just hang on, baby.
I know how bad you want it. I know how bad I want it. It’s just that I'd like
to have us like a couple of panting animals when we get into the act. It’ll
give us both that much more sensation.”

“I’m a panting animal right now,” he laughed. “I need to get it off,
sweetheart. I really need to fuck off.”

“Just keep playing with my pussy for a little while longer, dear. Come on,
let’s do it. Just slide your fingers along my mound. I want you to do it for
me, baby.”

Back and forth he convincingly asserted his fingers, sliding them against
her pussy. He worked his fingers against her snatch, sliding them as rapidly
as he knew how. He knew just how impatient he was to get his rocks off, so
Bob wanted to do everything he could to please Nancy so he could move
into the next appetizing phase of their sexual activity.

After a few more burning finger stabs, Nancy felt that she had received
enough satisfaction of that sort. She helplessly awaited the moment of
supreme truth, when he would be pounding his hard, piston-like penis
inside of her pussy. She thought about what a ride he would give her. She
envisioned flipping her hips back and forth, accepting every captivating
thrust that his penis sent into her.
He was now all set to launch into the fucking. All he needed was the go-
ahead.

“Turn loose,” Nancy said. “I guess I’ve gotten enough in the way of finger
stabs.”

“I imagine that you have.”
“Certainly. I've got to get fucked. I've got to get fucked right now.”
“I’m the guy who’s ready to do it.”

“But before you get into that, let’s do a few more things. Slip your tongue
inside my mouth, dear. Come on, let’s tongue each other. Let’s enjoy
ourselves.”

He pushed his tongue forward, allowing it to enter inside of Nancy ’s mouth.
Back and forth Bob worked it, loving every striding moment of impact. His
tongue kept on wiggling, twisting and turning as it kept on projecting
against her tongue. While Bob’s tongue kept on working against Nancy's,
he reached down and cupped his fingers against her breasts. He squeezed
ever so sharply, and the harder that he squeezed, the quicker that he rotated
his tongue as he worked it against hers.

A few quick stabs later, Bob felt compelled to remove his tongue from
Nancy’s mouth. He needed to move on. He needed to slam his cock inside
of her pussy, to grip her snatch ever so sharply as he fucked her, driving
himself that much nearer to the point of ultimate sexual satisfaction.

“Reach down and grab my legs,” she said. “I’ve got beautiful legs, honey.
Don’t you agree?”

“I sure do.”

“Then reach down and touch them. Hold onto them, baby. Come on, run
your fingers against my legs. Excite me, sweetheart. You've got to really
excite me.”
He moved his fingers downward. Pretty soon he was pushing and shoving
them against his lover’s thighs. He liked every squeezing moment of
impact, and as he heard the sounds of her breathing, which was becoming
increasingly more heavy, he knew that he just had to send his surging cock
forward. He had to drive it like lighting inside of her hot mound. He wanted
to push and shove his dick, to let it grip her snatch, to give her every bit of
excitement that he could possible muster.

“Tongue my mouth,” she sighed. “I need another French kiss, baby. I want
you to kiss me. I love your kind of kiss.”

Bob reached out and gripped his lover’s breasts. As he held onto Nancy's
hot tits, he shoved his tongue forward. He let it enter inside of her mouth.
Back and forth their tongues collided. Bob moved his tongue from side to
side, letting it project against her tongue ever so sweepingly. He kept on
tonguing her for a few more strokes, after which he released his tongue
from her mouth.

“Now I'm ready, I couldn’t be any more ready,” Bob gasped.

“So come on, baby. Shove your cock inside my mound. Yeah, I'm ready,
I’ve never been more ready, baby.”

“Then we’ll get right into it.”
“Sure enough. Come on, dear. Plant your cock inside me.”

Bob reached down with both hands. He gripped at his lover’s buttocks, then
shoved his cock forward. He was preparing to drive his long, sturdy tool
inside of her pussy. He wanted to rotate his long, steady cock, to drive it
with significant skill and satisfaction inside of her mound until every
droplet of his warm, steaming cum projected from the end of his dick.

His fingers kept on grinding against her ass cheeks. He kept moving them at
a brisk pace. Bob then shoved his cock forward, letting it penetrate for the
first time inside of his lover’s snatch.
“Here we go,” Bob told her. “Just keep those beautiful ass cheeks of yours
rolling, baby. I like that kind of feeling. Sweetheart, I really do love it.”

Back and forth Bob drove his long, steady cock. He planted it ever so
deeply inside of Nancy’s pussy. Her hips rotated back and forth, and as they
did he plunged his tool inside her. He loved penetrating her inner tightness,
her whole body twisting, flinging back and forth in the face of his sharp,
determined cock stabs.

He kept on grinding his dick inside her, working it with superb satisfaction
as his lover’s whole body was reacting to his pecker stabs.

“Keep fucking me,” she exclaimed. “Honey, completely let yourself go. Let
your cock drive inside me. Baby doll, come on, screw me. Really screw me.
Let’s really get down to the basics. Just you and me, honey. We're all alone
against the rest of the world. All we care about is our fucking. Come on,
send your surging dick inside me. Keep on planting it, baby doll. Really
screw me.”

His hard, steady pecker kept on fucking her. He rolled his body back and
forth, and as he did he worked his rod even deeper into her snatch. He kept
up his steady, lightning thrusts, penetrating her with savage skill. He was
working his cock with every bit of vigor and excitement that he could put
into it. His penis kept on shoving, grinding sharply, working with skill and
satisfaction as he moved himself that much nearer to the point of orgasm.

“Baby, keep fucking,” Nancy sighed.

As Bob moved ever nearer to climax, he reached out with both hands and
ran his fingers through his lover’s hair. She could hear the sounds of his
heavy panting, and that made Nancy feel that much more impressed. She
loved what her handsome son was doing to her. She could feel the
tremendous sensations as his cock kept on ramming her sharply, driving
forward, penetrating with piston-like determination as he kept working
himself ever deeper into her mound. All the while her body wiggled as she
reacted to his penetrating stabs.
“Here I go,” he told her. “I’m gonna unload, baby. This is really it. I've got
to juice. What feelings. Damned, what feelings I’ve got in my cock. The
juices have just got to shoot. They really do, baby. Yes, I'm gonna unload
every drop. Every solitary drop. Sweetheart, I love it.”

A few quick strokes later, the juices were ready to shoot from the end of his
tool. He rocked his body back and forth, then reached out and grabbed her
tits. He loved toying with Nancy’s nipples. His fingers continued to work
around them. Every now and then he would press against them sharply, but
all the while Bob kept up his steady strides, whip lashing his cock deep
inside her mound as her ass and cunt muscles tightened. She heaved a deep
sigh, knowing how near she was to climax.

“Baby, here we go,” she exclaimed, “ahhhh, baby, doll, I'm shooting. Yes,
really shooting. Darling, ah, keep fucking me.”

Her hips twisted back and forth as the juices shot from her mound. He kept
on screwing her, driving his cock with blinding desire. A few strokes later,
he knew, the steaming cock droplets would be spilling from the end of his
fiery stick.

Bob reached out with both hands. He let his fingers clutch and grind against
his lover’s buttocks. He held on firmly, continuing to fuck his lover’s pussy.
A few moments later, the juices were ready to spray. As they began to
splash out of the end of Bob’s long, hard tool, he heaved a deep sigh.

Bob’s whole body was rocking with joy as the juices kept on spilling from

the end of his fiery stick. He watched with exhilaration as he observed the

steady white droplets, the sea of orgasmic fluid that he was unloading from
the end of his pecker.

“I wanted this and now I’ve got it,” he said. “This was some kind of fuck.
Baby, what a screw.

Darling, I love it.”

“I love it, too. I love the way your cock has fucked me. Honey, throw your
arms around me. Kiss me. Plant your lips against mine.”
He was quick to do so. Bob threw his arms around Nancy, holding onto his
mother ever so tightly. While his body kept trembling and the last few
droplets of pecker liquid sprayed from the end of his cock, he kissed her
lips. He then removed his cock from her mound. When it was all over, he
also released his lips from hers.

“I’d say that that was pretty good timing,” she smiled. “First I had a
satisfying orgasm, and then you followed. I loved every bit of this.”

“I’d say we make quite a glorious team.”
“That we do, my sweet.”

She twisted her head forward, then delivered a beautiful kiss to Bob’s
forehead. She wanted to let him know just how much she appreciated the
fuck that he had finished providing for her.

CHAPTER 12

It was only a matter of moments before Bob and Nancy were back at it.

It gave Nancy a tremendous feeling of satisfaction to know that she wasn’t
reliant upon Jack. Her whole world had come to a sudden halt, reaching a
tumbling thud once that Jack went on his tour. But now she had her
handsome young son, and Bob was very quick to learn. He had been willing
to do anything that she suggested, and now there he was, prepared to flip
his tongue forward and inside her mouth.

As she lay there, her body still twisting with exhilaration, Bob pushed his
tongue inside her mouth. He worked it with resplendent ease, gliding his
tongue slowly at first, wanting to give matters a chance to develop on a
gradual basis.

He kept on letting his tongue slide. He planted it against her tongue for a
few more strokes, then released it.

“Next time I’m gonna tongue you even faster,” Bob grinned. “I’m gonna
really tongue your mouth. I’m gonna do a good job.”

“Go ahead,” she gulped. “Come on, darling. Tongue my hot mouth.”

Bob pushed his tongue forward once more. He let it pursue his lover’s
tongue. Back and forth Bob worked his tongue against Nancy’s. As he did,
he first reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. After doing so
several times, he reached out and grabbed her breasts. He held onto her tits,
squeezing ever so firmly, and as he did, his tongue kept on working against
her.

A few jolting, rapid-fire tongue strokes later, Bob released his tongue from
Nancy ’s mouth. He pushed it downward, allowing it to explore her left
breast. He observed the way that her whole body twisted and turned under
the steady impetus of this tongue stabs. He worked his tongue fervently,
gliding it against her breast. He worked it against her left breast for quite
some time, then permitted his tongue to launch into some wild, devastating
tongue action against her right breast. He worked his tongue as rapidly as
he knew how, then finally released it from her breast.

“I want you,” he told her. “I really want to fuck you, sweetheart. I love
screwing you. I want to screw you again.”

“Go ahead,” she gulped. “Just work your cock inside my mound. Come on,
honey. Really plant your dick. Really pump it inside my pussy.”

He reached down and grabbed her buttocks. He pinched at them, then
suddenly withdrew his fingers. Now he wanted to reach out and toy with
her mound. He fingered her clitoris a few times, causing her body spasm
wildly in an earthquake of devastating emotion. As her hips spun back and
forth, she heaved a deep sigh.

“You're so good,” she said. “Now you’re just gonna have to fuck my
mound, baby doll. Come on, sweetheart. Grind your cock inside me. Baby,
really screw me. Come on, fuck my pussy. Yes, come on, baby. Just slide
your thundering cock inside me. Really plant it inside my mound. I want
you to fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Just get ready,” Bob grinned. “That’s exactly what I'm gonna do to you.”

Bob reached down and ran his fingers against his lover’s thighs. He
permitted them to push against the firm folds of flesh, after which he
released his fingers from her thighs. He was prepared to launch into the
fuck, to slam his hard, thundering cock forward. Bob wanted to screw her,
to unleash his dick, to send it spinning forward inside of her pussy, just as
he had only a few minutes earlier.

“I’m all ready,” Bob smiled. “I hope you are, t00.”
“Yes, I am,” she nodded. “This is gonna be great.”

Bob finally flung his cock forward. He planted it inside her mound. Back
and forth he worked his hard, thrusting tool. He kept on penetrating with it,
driving it with savage determination and skill as he slid it inside of her
pussy. The faster that he worked his cock, the more he enjoyed it. He kept
on driving it devastatingly, pushing it hard and fast inside of her pussy. He
worked his cock with throbbing impact, letting it penetrate with great skill
inside of her snatch. His breathing was heavier than ever as he kept on
working his hard, dramatic penis inside of her pussy. Back and forth he kept
at it, sending his hard, throbbing spear ever so deeply inside of her snatch.

“Keep it going,” she implored. “I really love it. Baby doll, keep fucking my
snatch. Yes, I like your kind of action. Sweetheart, come on, screw me.
Screw my pussy.”

The harder that his cock thundered inside of her mound, the tighter that she
manipulated her hips. She contracted her muscles, tightening her cunt
muscles as he kept on working his cock inside her. He blasted sharply with
his hard prick, working it deep inside her pussy. He kept gasping and
sighing, working his flaming pecker inside of her box as he pushed that
much closer. He reached down with both hands and slapped at her buttocks.
He enjoyed the sharp, crackling sounds of flesh against flesh, while his
penis kept burying itself ever deeper inside of her pussy. He kept working
ever nearer, slamming his tool inside of her mound as he worked that much
closer to the point of a satisfying climax.

“Keep fucking me,” she exclaimed. “Darling, come on and screw me. Fuck
my hot pussy. Baby, come on, go off inside me. You're gonna do it, my
sweet. Yes, you're gonna do it. I'm so happy. Come on, fuck it. Fuck my
snatch. Baby doll, come on, screw me.”

Several more times, he reached out and slapped at her buttocks. All the
while his penis kept surging forward, driving with blind precision and skill
as he rammed her ever so determinedly, sending his hard, captivating cock
that much deeper into her pussy. In a matter of a few more strokes, he
would be off. Bob wanted to receive the ultimate in sensation, and as his
cock kept on grinding inside her mound, he felt that much closer. He could
feel the tugging sensations in his balls.

“My balls are ready to explode,” he told her. “I’m itching like hell.
Damned, I can feel this tremendous itch in my testicles. The balls are really
gonna explode. They re bulging like hell.”
“I can see that,” she exclaimed. “So keep it up, baby. Come on, dear. Fuck
me. Darling, come on, honey. Keep grinding your cock.”

As her captivating hips kept on thrusting back and forth, his penis kept on
stabbing. He implored ever so deeply, cutting into her, driving with knife-
like consistency as he penetrated ever so closely to that great moment when
all of the juices would explode.

“Darling, come on, finish me off,” she said. “You know, I’m gonna be
juicing, too. Yeah, we’re gonna be juicing at the same time. We're gonna
make it together, sweetheart. We really are. And that’s gonna be such a
wild, wonderful feeling.”

A few steady cock stabs later, Nancy heaved a deep sigh.

“Here I go,” she said. “Hang on tight and keep on fucking me, darling.”
As she heaved another sigh, the spurting juices sprayed from her pussy. As
they did so, Bob’s hard, rocking body kept plunging against her. The juices
then began to spray from the end of his throbbing dick.

“I’m off, we’re both off,” Nancy exclaimed. “Darling, an on-target orgasm.
This is wonderful, sweetheart.”

Bob leaned forward, sinking his lips against hers. As he did so, his entire
body trembled. It was a moment truly to be shared.

A satisfied Bob finally removed his cock from his mother’s pussy, patting
her on top of the head.

“It couldn’t have been better,” Nancy told him. “Honey, I needed it so bad
and you were there to give it to me. We really have something to share,
baby. Something truly beautiful.”

“You're so right, Bob told her.

He felt compelled to throw his arms around his mother one more time. It
was as if he wanted to cling to her always.

CHAPTER 13

It was the following evening, and Nancy was trying to get to sleep.

She and Bob had just turned in. She could tell from the expression on Bob’s
face that he would have been ready at any time during the evening to
engage her in sex. She had been afraid to take him up on his impulse. After
thinking about what had transpired the night before, Nancy remained fearful
about having sex with her son again. As much as she enjoyed the spirited
activity in which they had taken part, she couldn’t help but think that maybe
she was leading her son down an unsavory path. She kept thinking of the
little boy she had bounced on her knee. She kept thinking about how stern
she had been when it came to bringing him up in just the proper fashion.

So there she was, yielding to her impulses, having sex with him. It began to
bother her conscience.

As she lay in bed, though, she could see that it was next to impossible for
her to get to sleep. She kept tossing and turning, and the images that
flooded her mind were those of her son. It wasn’t Jack that she was thinking
back to, but Bob. She kept thinking about how beautifully he had fucked
her. She could still recall the expression on his face as he had twisted his
torrid hips back and forth and had plunged his tool inside of her pussy. He
had fucked her with great desire until each and every droplet of his sperm
had shot from his organ.

So now there she was, lying in her bed, as restless as could be. A few
moments later, she thought she heard the sound of footsteps, but could not
be sure. Nancy once more closed her eyes, doing her best to get back to
sleep.

All of the sudden the door opened. She observed the darkened image of her
son walking into the room. As he moved closer to the bed, and as she sat up
to get a better look at him, she could see that he was totally naked. Not only
that, but he possessed a huge erection, one that turned her on just looking at
it.
“Mom, I just haven’t been able to sleep,” he told her. “I’ve been thinking
about you. I’ve been thinking about how great a time we had last night.”

Nancy’s heart sank. She could see that her handsome son was having the
same problem she was. It bothered her a great deal to think that there was
no way that they could run away from their current situation. She could see
that with both of them feeling identically, they would have to culminate
matters in some more sex.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out and touching the tip of his
long, huge penis. As he rubbed his fingers against the foreskin, Bob could
tell just how aroused he was making his mother. He observed Nancy's eyes
as they carefully took in his huge dick.

“Just look at my size,” he said softly. “Look at it, honey. I'm so erect. |
want some physical contact with you, baby. I want to fuck you.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you, too,” Nancy said. “As a matter-
of-fact, that’s all I’ve been doing. I haven’t been able to get to sleep at all. I
guess we're gonna have to have sex.”

“You make it sound like it’s torture or something,” he shook his head sadly.
“I want to think of it as only pleasure.”

“No, it’s not that, my sweet,” she said soothingly. “It’s just that I feel a little
funny about it. The idea of having sex with my own son.”

“Don’t let any guilt hang-ups bother you, mom. Let’s just forget about all
those things. like you said yesterday, there’s a need that needs to be filled.
Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, I guess that’s true.”

“So there you are. You're filling that need. We're both filling it for each
other.”

As she continued to lie there on the bed, she stroked her son’s penis. She
began to work her fingers up and down the full length of his hard organ.
She liked the contact that was developing from her sturdy finger stabs, and
she enjoyed the way that his whole rippling body twisted from side to side
as she fingered his penis.

“Yes, I like that,” Bob grinned. “You really are good with your fingers, dear.
I like the way you stroke with them. Yes, I really do love it.”

A few sizzling strokes later, Nancy removed her fingers from her son’s
pecker. She knew that she just had to take off her pajamas. Beneath them
she was wearing nothing.

Bob watched with impatience as she pulled off the top of her pajamas. She
removed them, thrusting her breasts forward.

“Just look at my tits,” she said. “I know you love them, baby.”
“I really do. They re so beautiful,” she sighed. “I love looking at them.”

A few moments later, she reached down and tugged at the pajama bottoms.
Her whole body wiggled as she slid them down her legs and off of her.
After that she was completely naked.

“Let me get a little bit of light on,” Nancy said.

“Too much isn’t that good,” he warned. “Don’t you think it’s kind of fun
doing it in the dark?”

“Yes, just a little bit of light, dear. I agree with you.”

She flipped on a nearby light, then threw her arms around her son. She
pushed her breasts forward, enjoying it as they came into brisk, stimulating
physical contact with his chest. The longer that she pushed her breasts
against his chest, the quicker that he rotated his body as he let his chest
push and tug against her breast.

“That’s nice,” she said. “I like this friction.”

“I do, too,” Bob said. “As a matter-of-fact, I want to kiss you.”
Bob pushed his lips forward. He let them press against his lover’s lips. As
he did, he worked his chest back and forth again. He reached out with both
hands, running his fingers through her hair. His lips remained firmly locked
against hers for a few more moments, after which he removed them. He
then slipped his tongue forward, allowing it to assert itself inside of her
mouth.

Together they engaged in some stimulating tongue movements. Their
tongues kept on plunging with thrilling determination and desire, slipping
back and forth, penetrating against each other. As tongue moved against
tongue, Bob reached out with both hands. He let his fingers commence to
glide against her breasts. Back and forth he worked them, and as he did, her
whole body danced with methodical excitement.

After the tongue kissing had been completed, Bob leaned forward. He
reached out and grabbed his mother’s legs. He shoved them ever so slightly,
opening them, then pushing his head downward between her lovely legs. He
puckered up his lips, then proceeded to kiss her mound. He did so the first
time, then a second.

“This is nice,” she said. “I love the way you’re kissing my cunt, darling. Do
it again. Come on, do it several times.”

Bob’s heart pounded in a rising crescendo of sexual agitation. He puckered
up his lips once more, driving them forward. He permitted them to
penetrate against her mound. Every time that his lips crashed against her
cunt, she knew that much more how much she needed Bob. Nancy was
overwhelmed with sexual excitement, and was aware that it wouldn’t take
that much longer before they would be involved in the act of sex.

He reached down with his right hand. He maneuvered his fingers inside of
his lover’s twat. They kept on probing and pushing against Nancy’s pussy.
Back and forth he glided his fingers, letting them stab against her snatch.
With supreme enjoyment he kept it up, rotating his fingers superbly inside
of her mound, enjoying every satisfying stroke that he projected in her
direction.
“Honey, what a good start,” she sighed. “I’ve got to reach out and touch
your dick.”

Nancy felt that one erotic sexual turn deserved another. So she reached out
with her left hand, allowing her fingers to glide along the tip of his cock.
After teasing his pecker head. Nancy worked her fingers up and down
Bob’s long, throbbing tool. Her fingers worked with penetrating
exhilaration. The more rapidly that they thrust up and down the full length
of his hot tool, the greater the degree of enjoyment that passed between
both of them. To the extent that Nancy would step up the pace as her fingers
slid up and down her lover’s prick, so too would Bob increase the flow of
action as he moved his fingers against her pussy.

“This really is good,” Nancy said. “Honey, I like the good timing I’m
maintaining. We really do dig each other. I love the way we’re doing it.
This is so much fun. Sweetheart, I enjoy it. I enjoy every bit of it.”

Nancy enjoyed the stimulating finger strokes so much, in fact, that she felt
compelled to finally remove her fingers from her lover’s cock. She didn’t
want him to shoot prematurely, nor did she, on the other hand, wish to juice
before her lover Bob had had a chance to stimulate her pussy with more
direct physical activity.

“Let’s do it sixty-nine style,” she smiled. “Baby doll, just climb on top of
me. want you to do it. I want your hot butt sliding around just above my
head. I'll give you a good cock suck. I'll work my tongue up and down the
full length of your prick. And while that’s happening, you can bury your
tongue in me next. Is that your kind of action?”

“It sure is,” Bob grinned, nodding his head eagerly.

“All right, then let’s start out with some ass licking,” she said. “That’ll get
us both excited. We can work our tongues back and forth, and then after a
few strokes, we can start attacking each other’s organ. I want your cock and
I know that you want my pussy.”

“You're damned right,” he nodded with stout determination. “I love any
kind of action with you. I love the sucking stuff, and I love the thrusting
movements. I just dig you, period.”
“That’s the way I feel about you, my darling. So let’s get started.”

Bob nodded. He heaved a sigh, then propelled his body forward. He
climbed atop her body, getting down on all fours, letting his buttocks and
cock come to rest just a few inches above her head. Nancy nodded
agreeably, reaching out and toying with his cock a few more times.

“That’s it,” she said. “We’re nearing blast-off time, my sweet. Just get down
there and start sucking my hot ass-hole. While you’re doing it, I can be
sucking your ass.”

They were ready to launch into the act. Nancy watched as Bob lowered his
head. He pushed his tongue toward her ass crack, then went to work with it.
Back and forth his tongue strokes, moving back and forth as it collided with
his lover’s anus. As Nancy received the dazzling tongue strokes from her
lover, her whole body came alive in an earthquake of emotion. Back and
forth she glided her hips, and as she did so, she continued to deliver the
steaming tongue strokes to his anus.

As for Bob, he was unleashing his tongue as quickly as he knew how. It
kept on grinding, moving from side to side, probing deeply, all the way into
her hot rectum.

In that Nancy was receiving so many swift, powerful tongue strokes, she in
turn worked her tongue forward. She let it project inside of her lover’s hot
ass-hole. Together they were making great strides, moving each other ever
nearer to climax.

As Nancy kept up her busy activity, she reached out with both hands and
grabbed his buttocks. She let her fingers press and clench against his ass
cheeks while her tongue kept on making waves, thrusting ever so deeply
inside of his anus.

A few quick strokes later, Nancy released her tongue from Bob’s ass-hole.

“Why are you letting go?” Bob asked.
“I’ve got to have your cock now,” she said. “And you’ve got to have my
cunt. I'm about to juice, sweetie.”

“Then I guess we’d better get right into it.”
“We’ve got to. I'm so close to juicing.”

As Nancy lay there, her body twisting, her lover pushed his tongue forward.
He began to slide it against her pussy. He worked it from side to side, his
tongue manipulating with resplendent ease and desire. While Bob’s tongue
kept on connecting with her mound, Nancy on the other hand began to glide
her tongue against his balls. Her tongue snapped back and forth, working
with steady, precise movements against his testicles. After a few jolting
stabs against his balls, she knew she had to attack his jcock, so she did so
with all the passionate fires that she could generate.

As Bob’s body kept twisting and turning, his buttocks sliding with great
nervousness, her tongue kept on bolting up and down the full length of his
cock. She kept on sliding it, pushing him ever closer to that grand moment
of climax. And all the while, he kept on grinding his tongue inside her
pussy, working it with great spirit, driving his tongue convincingly back and
forth as he pushed it inside of her mound and worked her ever closer to
climax.

Their tongues kept up their steady procession of movements. They kept on
working, driving at a swift pace as they pushed each other that much nearer
to orgasm.

A few quick strokes later, Nancy realized that she could no longer hold out.
Her whole body began to twist back and forth, and for the moment she
eased up on her cock sucking. Since she had moved that close to orgasm,
she recognized that she could barely think of anything other than that.

The juices finally started to shoot from her mound. Bob went to work with
his tongue, seeking to collect every droplet. He swallowed the hot juices,
then removed his tongue from her snatch.
“Honey, finish me off,” Bob exclaimed. “I did a good job on your snatch, so
you can finish off my dick. Suck me off, my dear. Sweetheart, come on,
suck me.”

As Bob’s entire body trembled nervously, and as Nancy observed beads of
sweat emerging on his face, she worked her tongue with everything that she
could possibly muster. While her tongue worked up and down the full
length of his instrument, she moved the fingers of both hands against his
balls. She tickled his steaming testicles as she moved him ever nearer. She
loved that they were pulsating with so much in the way of excitement, and
now his entire body was a writhing, seething mass of sensuality as his hips
kept flinging back and forth and as he neared the point of climax.

“Come on, just keep your tongue working,” Bob exclaimed. “You're doing
so well, honey. I love it. You're stroking beautifully. Come on, sweetie. Yes,
suck me, darling. Come on, suck me off.”

A few quick captivating tongue strokes later, the juices began to shoot from
the end of Bob’s long, hot cock. As his body kept on twisting, he proudly
observed the sight of the thick white cream splashing inside her mouth. He
watched it making contact with her.

“Honey, get every precious drop,” he smiled. “Baby doll, I like your
sucking. I like the way you’re sucking me off.”

Bob’s whole body trembled as she went after the hot droplets. She
swallowed every drop of his juices, after which he removed his hard penis
from her pussy.

“That was some kind of fuck,” Nancy laughed. “Honey, I'll tell you
something. We really make a team of it. When we get together, everything
falls into place.”

CHAPTER 14

Nancy looked over at her handsome son. She knew that she needed some
more enticing physical contact from him.

She lay there fluttering her hips. She wanted to enchant her son to look at
her ass.

“Don’t I have a cute ass?” she asked him tantalizingly.

“It’s a beautiful ass,” he gulped. “I love its shape. You're a beautiful
woman, mom. As gorgeous a woman as ['ve ever seen.”

“Thank you, dear. I wish you’d start sucking my buttocks. Just run your
tongue over my ass cheeks. Could you do that for me?”

“I’d be real happy to,” he grinned.

He leaned forward, letting his tongue flip out. Bob extended his tongue,
sliding it against her left ass cheek. As he ran his tongue over her smooth,
creamy skin, he could feel the shock waves of sexual passion flooding his
entire body. He reached out and grabbed her thighs, holding onto them ever
so firmly as his tongue kept on twisting, working its way back and forth
against her hot, creamy ass.

The quicker that she swung her cream-pitcher ass back and forth, the more
rapidly in turn that he sucked her. He kept on penetrating deep against her
hot flesh, and every time that her body twitched, it provided him with that
much more inspiration. He held on firmly to her thighs, clinging to them as
he sustained his sucking, driving his tongue against her buttock.

After finishing the action against her left ass cheek, he voluntarily went to
work on her right. As her hips kept on spinning and grinding, working back
and forth, he proceeded to continue sucking her. His tongue kept on
working, throbbing magnificently, twisting and turning as it kept on
shoving against her buttock.
“That really is good,” she said. “I like your kind of action, dear. Come on,
keep on sucking. Suck my butt, baby. This is so good. Darling, suck it.”

Nancy lay back and closed her eyes for several moments. Her heart beat
rapidly as she lay back, receiving the stiff, jolting tongue stabs, which kept
on sliding against her ass cheek. A few swift, striding stabs later, she knew
what she needed. She wanted some friction against her hot anus. She
wanted to feel the swift, penetrating sensations of her son’s tongue as it
swept inside of her ass-hole.

“Suck my ass,” she exclaimed loudly. “Run your tongue into my ass-hole,
dear. I really want you to let it go. Come on, honey, just assert that tongue
of yours. Really pump it. Push it inside my ass-hole. Drive it all the way
into my rectum.”

He loved hearing the sounds of his lover imploring him onward, so he
immediately responded to her request. He removed his tongue from her
buttock, then let it slide downward toward her ass crack. He moved his
tongue forward, letting it push and stab inside her anus. He began slowly
but soon, as she egged him on with her quick, rapid-fire movements, he was
driving his tongue as deeply as he knew how. He kept sinking it inside of
her ass-hole, driving it back and forth, working it with fervent
determination and desire as he kept on planting it ever so deeply inside her
red-hot ass-hole.

While her body kept twitching, Bob continued asserting himself. His tongue
kept on making rapid strides, working deep into his mother’s ass-hole, and
as it did his fingers worked their way up and down his legs. He would touch
her thighs, then let his fingers come to rest against her ankles.

“You're really doing a job of it,” she said. “Baby doll. It’s so easy for you to
pick up on what I need. I hardly even have to tell you. All I’ve got to do is
make a suggestion and you’re off. Come on, let your tongue race. Let it
keep probing inside of my ass-hole. Come on, baby, if you only knew how
much I needed this beautiful stimulation that you're giving me.”

As Bob’s fingers kept gliding eagerly up and down his mother’s legs, he
planted his tongue even deeper into her ass-hole. He let it wiggle around
inside of her rectum, and as he heard the sounds of her heavy breathing, he
knew just how badly she would need a brilliant fuck. He was determined to
give it to her, and in any fashion that she wanted. He wanted to probe her
with his hot dick, to let it shove inside her once more. He knew how tight
her cunt was, and he looked forward to screwing it again.

Nancy had other ideas. She didn’t want her son to fuck her cunt. Not right
then, anyway. She had something else in mind. She was suggesting all of
the stimulating movements directed toward her buttocks and her ass-hole
for one specific reason-she wanted some sodomy action. It was a rare
occasion indeed, in which she would actually ask for an ass fuck, but this
was one of those situations. She happened to find a beautiful rapport with
her son, and she wanted it to extend onward and upward, to where he would
send his grinding cock deep inside her anus until every droplet of his thick
white juice had spilled from the end of his hard, sharp tool.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she finally said. “Now I want you to fuck my ass-
hole.”

Bob looked at her, his eyes widening.
“You really want it that way?”

“I wouldn’t fool with you, honey. I certainly do. Just grab my legs. Come
on, baby doll, flip them over your shoulders. I want you to fling your cock
forward. I really want you to slam it inside my ass-hole. Do it to me, baby,
you've really got to do it to

He looked at her, reaching out and grinding his fingers against her buttocks.
He loved touching her hot ass cheeks.

“But before we start, it would be better if you’d do one more thing for me,”
she said.

“What’s that?”

“It would sure help a lot if you'd finger my ass-hole. Come on, baby doll.
Finger me. Finger my hot anus. Just drive your charging finger forward.
Really let it slide into my ass-hole. Would you do that for me, sweetheart?”
“I sure could.”

Nancy posed her suggestion in such a sexy tone that her son could hardly
wait to fling his right index finger forward. He soon pushed it into her ass-
hole, letting it penetrate deep inside her rectum. He loved being in
command of things. It was up to him to control the level of the action. He
was setting the tempo, and he was maintaining it at a highly brisk level as
his finger kept on stabbing, working with throbbing impact as it shoved
high and hard into her hot ass-hole.

“That’s really nice,” she sighed. “That’s the way to do it, dear. Finger my
hot ass. Baby, come on and finger it. Yes, go ahead, keep it rolling. Keep
that finger pressing.”

She thrust her hips and her ass cheeks forward to meet her lover’s steady,
grinding finger stabs. Back and forth she pushed with her index finger,
grinding it all the way into her hot ass-hole. A few quick, effective strokes
later, his lover heaved a deep sigh.

“That’s it, that’s good enough,” she said. “Now I need for you to fuck me. I
want you to drive your racing cock into my ass-hole.”

He removed his index finger from Nancy's ass-hole and reached out and
grabbed her legs, flipping them over his shoulders. They twisted and turned
nervously as he reached out and held on firmly to her legs. He pumped his
penis forward, letting it glide inside of her ass-hole. He pushed his dick
inside of her, working it back and forth, letting it devastate her with each
and every swift, tugging, forward stab. He kept up his grinding, effective
activity. Back and forth his burning cock devastated her, working with
swift, decisive impact as it raced ever so hotly, shoving back and forth
inside of her anus.

His heard began to beat thunderously, and all the while his body trembled
while his penis kept on slamming, sliding ever so deeply into her ass-hole.
Even though Bob’s swift, effective cock stabs did hurt, it was the kind of
pain for which Nancy longer. Her hips kept on gliding, twisting back and
forth and she heaved a deep sigh as her lover kept on driving his dick
forward, pumping and pushing it as it worked its way ever so deeply inside
her hot ass. He kept on grinding and shoving his hard, rapid-fire dick into
her ass-hole. He worked himself that much nearer, pushing and shoving his
penis as it projected inside of her anus. He was only a few strokes removed
from the glorious moment of climax. Pretty soon the burning fires of sperm
would begin to bolt from the end of his long, hard dick. So he kept at it,
grinding his prick, stabbing her with his hot pecker as he moved ever closer
to releasing the avalanche of semen that was stored up inside of his balls.

He grunted and sighed as he kept up his swift, determined pace. His fingers
squeezed her buttocks ever so sharply as he continued planting his cock
deep inside his lover’s ass-hole. He kept on applying the pressure, driving
his thundering cock forward, and every now and then he would look down
at his balls, which looked increasingly more ready to explode. He could see
the way that they were swelling with ever mounting determination as his
prick kept rocking, slamming sharply inside her hot anus.

“Here we go,” he said. “Baby doll, the juices are gonna explode. They’ re
gonna splash out of the end of my long, hard dick.”

Bob leaned forward. He kissed his mother’s lips ever so fervently as he felt
the semen preparing to shoot from the end of his dick. Pretty soon it began

gushing forth, splashing out of the end of his hard mammoth organ and into
her anus.

When he removed his lips from hers, he heaved a deep sigh.

“Here it goes,” he said. “Sweetheart, I really do love it. Baby, darling,
ohhhh, this is good.”

His hips and legs kept on rocking back and forth as the penis juices
continued to spurt, splashing out of the end of his pecker and into her ass-
hole.
A few seconds later, he removed his dick from her anus. Bob knew that he
would feel restless no more that particular evening. The sex had had its
satisfying impact.

“I could sleep twenty straight hours,” he laughed. “Do I ever love fucking
with you, mom.”

“I just hope I’m not corrupting my young boy,” she said, patting him on top
of the head.

“You're teaching me some valuable lessons,” he laughed. “Now I know
how to fuck an ass-hole.”

CHAPTER 15

The following day Nancy received a call from Sam.
“How's it going on the home front, baby?” he began.
“Fine, dear. How are things in Miami Beach.”

“Warm and very nice. Sorry you didn’t feel up to making it. How are you
feeling now.”

“Just fine, thank you.”
“I just wanted to tell you that I'll be home tomorrow.”
“What time can we be expecting you?”

“I’ll be home in time for dinner. Around six. Of course, I don’t know how
hungry I'll be, considering that I'll be getting meals on the plane.”

“Good to hear your voice again, dear,” Nancy said, feigning enthusiasm.
“Awfully good to hear yours. I'll be seeing you, honey.”

“Looking forward to it, dear.”

“Give my best to my boy Bob.”

“I sure will.”

“How’s he doing?”

“Just fine. You know Bob. He’s a very sensible boy.”

“That’s for sure. I never need to worry about him. All right, honey, be
seeing you.”
She heard the click of the phone in her ear. She felt a nervous twitchiness in
her stomach. Nancy hated the thought of her husband returning home. It
meant that she would have to be much more careful in her dealings with her
son. For one thing, she would probably start feeling guiltier, she realized,
what with her husband around the house again. It seemed a little easier for
her to get into the act of sex what with him away.

When Bob arrived home from school that day, she revealed to him that his
father would be home the following evening. She wanted to make the most
of the opportunity that they still had open to them.

“Let’s get right in there and fuck right now,” she said urgently.

“I’m horny for you, mom. You know, I could barely even concentrate on
my schoolwork. I’m that turned on just thinking about you.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you, too, sweetheart. So what do you say we
go right in there.”

“I can hardly wait.”

They moved quickly into the bedroom. While Bob stood next to the bed,
speedily removing his clothes, his lover sat down on the edge of the bed. He
reached out and undid her dress. She stretched finally on the bed, wiggling
her hips as she tugged at the dress, pulling it off of her.

By the time that Nancy removed her dress, her son, excercising rapid-fire
movements, had already taken off everything. He looked down at his huge
cock, then threw his body eagerly into bed with his mother.

“Let me take off your panties and bra,” he suggested urgently.

“Baby, go right ahead. I want you to fuck me. I want you to use your hot,
brisk tool. As a matter-of-fact, the first thing I’m gonna do is suck you off. I
want to just grab that big cock of yours and dominate it.”

“You can have it,” he gulped. “As a matter-of-fact, I'm really looking
forward to it, honey.”
“That’s good, baby. Just keep your enthusiasm at a high level.”

While she lay there, her whole body twitching, Bob moved forward. He
reached out and quickly undid his lover’s bra straps. He tugged at her
straps, removing her bra, then reached out and let his fingers collide with
her breasts. He worked them back and forth smoothly, sliding them with
devastating precision against her warm, silky breasts.

A few moments later, after he had fingered her tits for quite some time, Bob
reached down and grabbed at his mother’s panties. He pulled at them,
tugging sharply, then finished removing them. He reached out with both
hands and played with her buttocks. He loved touching her firm, warm ass
cheeks, and the longer that his fingers glided smoothly against them, the
quicker her whole body exploded as it worked back and forth.

She loved the fact that his fingers were manipulating so sharply against her
skin. It made her feel extra good all over.”

“That really is nice,” he said. “I like it, baby, I really do, honey.”

Once that Bob got his fill of the finger movements, he released his fingers
from her ass cheeks. He stretched out on the bed, recalling what Nancy had
said only a few moments earlier.

“You said something about wanting to suck my cock,” he reminded her.

“I sure did, but the first thing I’m gonna do is work my tongue against your
ass-hole. I really want to plunge my tongue inside you. I'm gonna work it at
a burning clip. I'm gonna really fire away with my tongue, drive it inside
your hot ass. I'm gonna pick you to pieces with my hot tongue, drive you
into a state of agitation you’re not gonna soon forget.”

“This all sounds just great,” he gulped. “So come on, dear. Run your tongue
inside my ass-hole. Really plunge it. Come on, baby doll. Slide your tongue
inside my hot ass. Sweetheart, come on, I want you to do it. I want you to
tongue my ass-hole.”
In order to entice his lover all the more, Bob wiggled his hips back and
forth. He watched as his lover reached out with both hands, grabbing his
firm thighs. As she held on, she pushed her tongue down between his hot
legs. As his legs manipulated, Nancy recognized just how eager he was to
receive her swift, searing tongue stabs.

“Just wait,” she said. “My tongue is gonna drive like a thunderbolt. I'm
gonna plant it inside your ass-hole.”

“That’s what I want. Come on, darling. Really suck my hot ass. Really glide
it. Push it inside my ass-hole.”

She shoved her tongue forward, letting it lick around the outer edges of
Bob’s ass-hole. Nancy worked her tongue smoothly at first, and the longer
that she kept up her decisive tongue stabs, the greater the degree of
enthusiasm he felt throughout his entire body. He could feel the hot,
burning sensations in his cock. All he knew was that he needed some
additional stimulation. He wanted Nancy to reach out and grab his cock, to
play with it, to tug purposefully at it witch her fingers while her tongue kept
winding its way around inside of her ass-hole.

Nancy kept up her stimulating attack. Her tongue kept on winding around
her lover’s anus. Back and forth she moved it, manipulating ever so
spiritedly. While she kept up her convincing sucking stabs, she reached out
with both hands. She began to toy with his cock. She played with the tip of
it, then ever so resourcefully began to slide her fingers up and down the full
length of his peter.

While Nancy kept on fingering his hard cock, her tongue kept on sliding
against his anus. She wiggled her tongue back and forth, stroking with it.
With each and every moment of desire, she worked her tongue that much
deeper inside of his anus.

“Darling, come on, really suck me,” he said, the exhilaration within him
mounting. “Come on, suck me,” sweetheart. Just run your tongue inside my
ass-hole. Really pump it, baby. Push it. Come on, push it real sharp. Work
your tongue. Let it go, baby doll. Sweetheart, come” on, really project it. Put
it inside my ass-hole.”
While Nancy’s tongue thoroughly explored her lover’s anus, she reached
out with both hands and began to toy with his balls. She squeezed his
testicles sharply, rotating her fingers around them as she kept up her hot,
spinning finger strokes. She worked her fingers a few more times against
his balls, then removed them. She started working her fingers up and down
the full length of his long, steely tool. All the while she kept on sucking his
ass-hole, letting her tongue move back and forth as it maintained great
impact with him.

“Am I ever itching,” he gasped. “Come on, baby doll. Really keep it
moving. Just slide your tongue. Come on, honey, do it.”

A few quick, resourceful tongue strokes later, she removed her tongue from
his anus. She then recognized that it was time to go to work on his cock and
balls. She would devote herself exclusively to them.

She reached out with both hands, gliding her fingers up and down his long
hot cock.

While Nancy kept on proceeding with her fingers against his hard rod, she
began to work her tongue against his balls. It kept on stabbing fervently,
pushing back and forth, sliding against his testicles. All the while her
fingers sank ever so deeply against his hot cock. She worked them up and
down frantically, becoming ever more desirous of plunging her tongue
against his hard, sharp tool.

Once that she removed her tongue from his balls, she started to probe the tip
of his cock. Back and forth her tongue slid, rapidly connecting against his
cock. His whole body jerked back and forth, propelling into a state of wild
agitation from her sucking.

“Honey, you've really got me on the go,” he told her. “Come on, baby. Just
work your tongue. Keep on moving it. Slide it, honey. Really work it.”

She began to slide her tongue up and down the long, rangy base of her
lover’s penis. She pumped her tongue eagerly, letting it slide up and down,
permitting it to maintain brisk, affirmative contact with his peter. While her
tongue kept on sweeping up and down his long, hard spear, she reached
down and toyed with his balls. Her fingers kept on plunging, dashing with
great speed and skill as they maintained themselves against his testicles.

“Now you’re doing it,” he exclaimed. “Come on, honey baby. Nancy,
darling, you're really sucking me. You're gonna bring me off. I know you
are. Your tongue is so fine. It’s working so beautifully.”

A few sweeping strokes later, the juices were ready to surge from the end of
his long, hard dick. So she kept it up, working her tongue, letting it push
and plunge against his steaming pecker, which she knew was ever ready to
explode wildly with burning semen.

Her fingers kept on biting, clutching at his balls. A few stabs later, Nancy
tasted the first few droplets of penis juice as it began to trickle out of the
end of her loving son’s prick. She knew that there was a good deal more to
follow, so she kept right at it, her tongue working against his rod. Up and
down her tongue pumped, and pretty soon the hot, flashing juices were set
to spill profusely out of the end of his erect penis.

“Go get the stuff,” he gasped. “Baby, it’s all gonna shoot out of me. It’s
such a great feeling. Yes, suck out the stuff. Suck out every drop of it.”

Suddenly his legs began to wiggle, as did his hips. His body was unfurling
itself in a blaze of passionate ecstasy as the thick jolting droplets of white
semen began to shoot profusely from the end of his hard tool.

“You're gonna get it,” he said. “Come on, baby doll. Suck it all out of me.
Yeah, you’ve got to swallow it.”

His legs and hips kept churning, moving from side to side as he heaved
deep sighs and the juices kept hurling forward, spilling out of the end of his
hard tool and splashing into her waiting mouth.

“Nancy, darling, you’re some kind of woman,” he sighed. “This stuffs good
to the last drop. Make sure you get all of it. Make sure you swallow every
drop. Darling, you're so good. Honey, ahhhh, what a fuck.”
As soon as Nancy finished collecting every delightful droplet of her son’s
cum, she removed her tongue from his dick. He felt like returning the favor.
He wanted to provide her with some sparkling tongue sensations, so the
first thing he did was to reach down with his left hand. He permitted his
finger tips to probe her so smoothly and gently against her hot snatch. Back
and forth he maneuvered his fingers, letting them slide against her mound.
The longer he kept up his captivating movements, the more determined his
efforts became. Pretty soon his fingers were probing back and forth with
every bit of enthusiasm that he could bring to bear.

“That really is good,” she nodded. “Honey, you know just what I need. So
keep your fingers going. Let them move, baby doll. Really let them slide.”

Her burning hips kept on twisting and turning. As they manipulated back
and forth, he grabbed at them. He held onto her hips, then let his fingers
begin to move up and down her creamy thighs. Every time that his fingers
touched her thighs, he became that much more eager for just the right kind
of sucking.

When Bob finally did plunge his head down between Nancy's legs, he
could hardly wait to let himself go. It was very important to him to
completely let himself go, to drive his tongue with spirited, surging zeal as
it kept on sliding inside of her twat.

He worked his tongue forward, allowing it to connect with her pussy for the
first time. Back and forth he steadily manipulated his tongue, driving it
smoothly, working it inside of her snatch. The more resolutely he let his
tongue probe inside of her pussy, the deeper that he sent his surging tongue.
He wanted to bring her off, to work his tongue in a hot, resourceful fashion.
It kept on probing, pushing sharply, driving inside of her pussy well.

“You're on the right track,” she told him. “Just keep burying your tongue in
my mound. Come on, dear. Really plant your tongue in my pussy. Keep
doing it. The juices are gonna be shooting. They re gonna be shooting
pretty quick.”

His fingers rippled against her hot buttock flesh. He held onto her ass
cheeks, and as he did so, his burning tongue kept driving ever deeper into
her snatch. He pushed and shoved his flaming tongue inside her, working
her ever nearer to the point of orgasm.

“Here we go,” she said. “Darling, I really dig it.”

A few tongue strokes later, as her body worked back and forth, she heaved a
deep sigh. As her body began to tremble, Bob reached out with both hands.
He grabbed her buttocks, hanging on sharply as he went after the droplets
of hot pussy juice which shot from her snatch.

“That’s the way to do it,” she sighed. “Go after it, honey. You've got to do
it. Youve got to swallow it. Baby doll, this is it, I love it.”

As Bob removed his tongue from Nancy's pussy, she became desirous once
more of being entertained by his cock. This time she wanted him to plunge
his spear inside of her ass-hole. She wanted him to drive his hard, fiery
organ into her anus for a second time. She recalled how much in the way of
sensation she had received on the other occasion when he’d done it, and
now she was begging for more.

“Fuck me once more,” she said. “Ram it into my ass-hole.”
“You really are ready for a screw.”

“I’m as horny as hell around you, baby. I want you to send your dick
forward. I want you to plant it inside my hot ass. I really want you to drive
it. Baby doll, come on, honey. Fuck me. Give a beautiful fuck.”

He reached out and grabbed his lover’s thighs, pushing them over his
shoulders. He liked the way that her whole body was rocking. Her legs
swayed about as they fitted against his shoulders.

I really want to fuck the hell out of you,” he said. “Sweetheart, darling, I
really want to screw you. I want to fuck your hot ass-hole. Baby doll, let’s
really do it. Let’s get into it.”

Bob pushed his hard, sturdy tool forward. He permitted it to slide inside of
Nancy's ass-hole for the first time. He moved his cock resourcefully, letting
it push inside her hot ass. The quicker that he glided his dick, the deeper
that he shoved it into her rectum. Her whole body wiggled as Bob kept on
asserting himself, pushing his long, diligent spear deep inside her. Her hips
wiggled with the efficiency and grace of an exotic dancer, and all the while
he kept on pouring his cock into her, driving it with blinding determination
as it kept on ripping into her hot ass.

“Does it hurt?” he asked with a sigh.

“It hurts some, but I don’t mind it. As a matter-of-fact, I love it. I want you
to keep tearing your cock into me, baby. Yes, sweetie. Slide it, darling.
Baby, sweetheart, let’s do it. Honey, come on, send your thundering cock
into me. Drive it up my hot ass.”

Bob kept on slamming his hard cock forward, driving it with steady
proficiency as it slammed high into her rectum. He loved the way that her
whole body wiggled, twisting back and forth, turning with great passion as
he fucked her. He kept on grinding hard, slamming his dick into her,
pursuing her with a passion.

Pretty soon Bob was on the verge of a fantastic orgasm. He reached out and
slapped at her buttocks. As he heard the sounds of the crackling flesh, Bob
projected his dick forward with even greater intensity. He kept on slamming
his resounding cock forward, working it with piercing effectiveness,
probing her anus as he worked ever nearer to orgasm.

The quicker that he proceeded, the greater the feeling of anxiety that tugged
at his cock and balls. His penis kept on shoving, driving hard, pushing into
her anus. He was just a few strokes away from that grand moment of
climax, when the spurting juices would shoot from the end of his tool and
into her ass-hole.

A few quick, rapid-fire cock strides later, Bob was ready to juice. The first
few droplets of thick white cream began to spurt out of the end of his
pecker.

“Honey, I’m gonna grab your tits,” he sighed.
As Bob’s entire body trembled, and as the juices kept on shooting from the
end of his long, hard stick, he played with her breasts. His fingers worked
back and forth, rotating against her tits as he watched the steady supply of
semen bursting forth from the end of his dick, producing a wild avalanche
of ecstasy within him.

He had several more deep sighs, then removed his cock from her ass-hole.
It made him feel extra good to know that he had fucked her ass-hole again.
Never had he felt to confident in his entire life. Nancy had made her son a
man.

CHAPTER 16

Sam looked tired and drawn when he arrived home the next morning.

What hurt Nancy was that she immediately began to feel guilty over what
she had done. She now had a secret lover, her son, and he was taking the
place of his father. Nancy felt sorry for the fact that her husband had not
even managed to secure a tan. He had been tied up in meetings all of the
time, and as she observed the lines underneath his eyes, she immediately
suggested that he go to bed.

“You need rest, sweetheart,” she said.

“How about you coming to bed with me,” he smiled, reaching out and
touching her leg. By that time Bob was in his room studying.

“Yes, if that’s what you’d like.”
“After all, I am your husband,” he winked.

Nancy was startled over his sudden aggressiveness. What made it seem
even more incongruous was the fact that he looked so tired. But all the
same, he was eager, seeking to engage in sex with his beautiful wife.

A few moments later they were lying naked together on the bed. He
attempted to assume the position of an aggressor, even though Nancy could
tell how tired he was. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair,
then worked his tongue inside her mouth. Once that Sam sank his tongue
against hers, working it back and forth with piston-like anxiety, she could
see that a new spurt of energy had surfaced within him.

His fingers manipulated even more sharply than before as he glided them
through her hair. He then removed his tongue from her mouth, after which
he pushed it against her left breast. He let his tongue dart back and forth
against one breast, then proceeded on to the other, repeating the same swift,
diligent movements. When Sam removed his tongue from her tit, he looked
at her and smiled.
“I’m so sorry about what’s been happening lately, honey,” he said.
“What's that?”

“I just haven’t been giving you much sex at all. It’s terrible. I really feel
guilty about it. I got to thinking in those quiet moments I'd spend in the
room away from the hectic meetings. I got to thinking that somehow or
other I’ve just got to slow down. You’ve been warning me for a long time. |
hate to say it, but I was just too bullheaded to listen to your messages. As
intelligent and as well-intentioned as they were. But I’m listening now.”

“Honey, that makes me feel so good to hear that.”

“Right now I want to show you how much I think of you. I want to plant
my tongue against your pussy. You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve
done that, my dear.”

“It’s been quite a while since we’ve done anything together,” she nodded.
“Just get ready, my sweet. I'm gonna give you some satisfying sex.”

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it go to work inside of her pussy. As
he rotated his tongue back and forth, he reached down and glided his
fingers against her hot ass cheeks. He held on sharply, clutching at her
buttocks. The more rapidly that he worked his fingers against her hot ass
cheeks, the more eagerly that he pushed with his tongue inside of her
mound. Pretty soon he was opening up, driving himself to the maximum
degree possible. Nancy couldn’t help but be impressed. It was the first time
that she had been impressed with any sexual actions on his part in quite a
spell.

Her whole body kept on working back and forth, reacting to the dedicated,
spirited tongue strokes that he kept plunging her way.

“Darling, you're really hot tonight,” she smiled. “Keep it going, sweetheart.
Yes, baby doll. Honey, come on, you've got to do it.”
It also pleased Nancy to recognize that her husband had an erection,
something he had a great deal of difficulty in obtaining and maintaining
over a long period of time. But there he was, his tongue threshing, working
back and forth as it kept on working inside of her hot snatch. She was ever
so wet and desirous of juicing, and as her hips kept twisting, her breathing
increased. She began breathing loudly, and all the while his tongue kept on
working, driving inside of her pussy.

“Come on, bring me off,” she sighed. “Sweetheart, your sweeping tongue is
doing it. What a beautiful tongue. You're planting it. You're really planting
it inside me.”

A few quick strokes later, the juices began to shoot from her joy hole. Her
hips glided back and forth as he swallowed the droplets of pussy juice
streaming from her snatch. As he removed his tongue from her pussy, he
looked down at his cock. All of the sudden it had gone limp.

“Damned, same old problem,” he shook his head.

“Maybe I can do something about that,” she smiled, feeling sorry for her
husband. “You did such a good job for my, baby. Just maybe I'm gonna
reach out and touch your cock. I can do a great job on it. I really can, baby.
I’m gonna play with your balls. Then I'll move down to your cock.”

Nancy looked at Sam and smiled. She was attempting to reassure him,
wanting him to relax. If he would only relax, she though, then everything
would work out beautifully.

Her fingers moved forward, proceeding against her lover’s balls. They kept
on manipulating with blinding passion against his testicles. She held in
vigorously, her fingers clinging to his balls. She kept looking at his cock,
hoping that it would show signs of life, but somehow it just couldn’t seem
to. He gritted his teeth, then grimaced, his whole body tensing as he sought
to obtain an erection.

“Just relax,” she said soothingly. “If you’ll do that, honey, everything will
fall into place that much easier. I really want you to relax. That’s the ticket,
baby.”
Sam tried everything. He relaxed, then tensed his body again. Nothing
seemed to do the trick. There didn’t seem to be any way that he could be
brought to a state of erection. Nancy remained undeterred, however, and her
next move was to reach down with her tongue and begin to let it slide and
slap against his testicles.

“Come on, work your tongue,” he exclaimed. “You’re helping me, dear. |
am feeling the sensations.”

As hard as she tried on his balls, however, Nancy failed to achieve any
results. She did not want to discourage her husband. She was overjoyed
over the fact that he was willing to give her some sexual attention.

Her last move was to reach out and tongue the tip of his cock. She then
began to drive her tongue spiritedly up and down his limp cock. As she
pursued it, she toyed with his balls, letting her fingers resourcefully take
charge of the situation.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he began to sob.

At long last Nancy recognized that it just wasn’t to be. She looked over at
her husband, whose head dropped pathetically. She could see the tears
glistening in his eyes.

“Honey, it’s all right,” she said, throwing her arms around him
affectionately. “You're gonna make it. You really are. The important thing
is that you have that desire. What you need to do, though, is change your
whole lifestyle. You need a complete rest. I don’t mean going to another
city for a convention. I mean just complete relaxation. It'll do wonders for
you."

“You're so right,” he said, the tears streaming down both sides of his face.
“You know, I didn’t really realize it until I was sitting in that room by
myself in Miami Beach. I could see that a major part of marriage had just
slipped away. We didn’t have that beautiful sex relationship we once had.
You know I wouldn’t have been surprised if you'd started playing around.
As a matter-of-fact, I'd have had it coming, I guess.”
“I’m not gonna do that, dear,” Nancy smiled, patting her husband on top of
the head. “Now while I've got you.”

Nancy was determined to steer her husband back to the path of sexual
normality. She would also have to have a long talk with her son Bob. If she
put everything in the right way, she was confident that he would
understand.

As enjoyable as the sex had been with Bob, Nancy realized that her one and
only commitment resided with Sam.


THE END

