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Used and Abused
by IM Luck (address withheld)
***
A son rescue his mother from the abuse of his father
but then uses her himself. (MMF, nc, inc, v, anal, rom)
***
Chapter One
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Martin could hear voices coming from his parent's room.
Every single night while he would try to go to sleep,
the same shit would start. He could hear his father's
voice getting louder and faster as the worthless fuck
wound him into a tantrum, and he could hear his
mother's sobbing get louder and shakier by the moment.
The violence would be starting soon. What surprised him
most was the fact that despite all the ill treatment by
his father his mother never thought about separation.
"Is she a masochist? And his father a Sadist?" He
thought but he had no final answer to this question.
It had been so long that Martin couldn't even remember
a time when it wasn't like this. His father would just
sit on his ass every day, drinking beer and watching
TV, while his mom went out to the office. Then he would
bitch her out when she got home about how the house was
a hellhole and that a decent wife could keep it in
better shape. She would make dinner for him because he
thought that "Only women and faggots cook," and he
would invariably start bitching about some minor
detail. The peas were overdone. The steak was too
tough. He would find something. His father expected no
less than absolute perfection in all things, and was
always ready to say so.
Martin was a big boy, eighteen in less than a month. He
had spent his whole life trying to live up to
perfection. He helped around the house, even when his
mother insisted he didn't have to. He made the honor
roll, not that his father didn't call him stupid
anyway. He was captain of the wrestling team, even
though only his mother ever should up to tournaments.
He had gotten a job at Wal-Mart and helped pay the
bills, even though his father called him a leech. He
would do all these things and more if he could, if only
to see that sweet, sad look of pride in his mom's face.
It was his mother Judy who spurred him on to
perfection. His mother was perfection, if only the old
fucker would ever realize it. She held down a full-time
job and made enough money for them to live comfortably,
kept the house clean if not spotless, cooked divine
meals, and was incredibly good looking on top of it
all. Martin couldn't think of a single girl his own age
that even looked that good. His mom could have been a
model easily.
"Why the fuck can't you just do something right for
once, you stupid cunt? All I fucking ask is for a clean
home and a halfway fucking decent meal, and you can't
even do that! Bad enough I have to spend my days out
pounding the pavement trying to find a job without
having to deal with you and your retard shit!" he heard
his father shout.
He can't take it anymore but he doesn't have the
courage to stop his father from his violent ways. He
got up and came out of his room and quietly left his
home. He was sure when he will come back things will be
a lot normal. Perhaps he was wrong in his thinking.
Just as he left the house his mother called him for
help but he was not there. As soon as she called her
son's name her husband backhanded her as hard as he
could. The slim, petite woman was almost lifted from
her feet and thrown against the wall. Weakly, she felt
her crushed lips, the trickle of the red, red blood
dribbling down her chin.
"Why did you do that, Bert? Why?" she asked.
"Teach you not to give me no more lip, that's why!"
Judy's knees had turned to rubber. She felt her guts
chum and go weak and watery. Bert was treating her like
a slave instead of his wife and mother of his son. She
had tried to do what she could do to cure him of his
dependence on liquor, but it seemed that the more she
meddled, the worse Bert got. Finally, Judy had resigned
herself to the fact that Bert probably was better off
going on his binges.
When Bert saw blood on his wife's mouth he started to
think about something to defend his action. "You are
making me sick, showing off your drooping boobs like
that. Ya ain't got any shame left, do you? You are
nothing' but a cheap whore now screwing' every stud in
this goddamn neighborhood!"
Judy looked at her husband in surprise. She was as
faithful as a wife could be. Sure, she had looked
around at some of the men in the neighborhood, but she
was a good wife. Faithful to her marriage vows!
"What the hell are you talking about, Bert? I don't
understand what you mean."
"Don't lie to me, you fucking bitch!" Bert snarled. "I
know you been going around the place selling your body
to any man who can get five bucks together." His blurry
eyes drank in the vision of his wife's beauty. It was
incredible that a thirty-eight years old woman could be
so youthful in body and face.
It did turn the heads of most of the men she passed on
the street. They appreciated the trim lines, the taut,
firm fits that jutted proudly in front of her body,
swaying the barest amount as she walked. Judy didn't
consciously wiggle her ass for any passing male to
ogle. It was just a part of her that she couldn't
control.
Judy was a sexy woman. She wasn't responsible for what
nature had done to her. Judy tried to pull her
nightgown closer around her voluptuous, youthful-
appearing 'body in an unconscious move.
"Damn you!" Bert cried, crossing the room to where his
wife cowered by the wall. "You sell your body to any
two-bit stud and now you are tryin' to keep me from
fucking you! WHORE!"
Bert brutally grabbed Judy's antis and shook her.
Judy's brushed hair became disarrayed and fluttered
around her face like a cobweb of platinum strands.
Before she could wipe away the fresh rivulet of blood,
Ice seized her hands. His powerful fist clamped tightly
around both of his wife's slender, almost fragile
wrists. Judy was incapable of freeing herself from his
grip.
"Don't get me mad, whore, or you'll really regret it!"
"Stop this, Bert. PLEASE! You're my husband! I love
you!" The rest of her words were lost in a choking that
seized her.
"Love me? Sluts like you don't know the meaning of the
word;" he was not in a mood to show any mercy tonight.
"That gown yer wearin' is disgusting. I'm going to rip
it off your ugly body!"
Bert grabbed a handful of the nylon fabric and yanked.
The torn fabric however only tore slightly. It hadn't
ripped off the quivering woman's tender body like Bert
had anticipated.
Judy shuddered. She had been humiliated. Now what did
this drunken madman have in mind? She wouldn't have
minded his cock inside her. The only thing she loved
was the feel of Bert's long, huge tool surging up into
her cunt. But she knew that he wouldn't use his prick
on her. That was too easy, and this entire drunken
scene had been nothing but pure hell for her solar.
Bert was sure to come up with something obscene and
painful-and degrading
"What's going on, Bert? Tell me! Why are you doing this
to me?"
"Why? You're askin' why? John's told me about all the
guys you been screwin' around with. And you askin' me
why!"
"John?" Suddenly things began to fall into place. Judy
had told John to go play with himself when he'd put the
make on her at the office party last month. This was
that evil bastard's way of getting even 'with her!
"Bert, listen! John's been lying to you. I haven't been
sleeping around. I even put him off and he must be
pissed at me for it. I've been-"
"Shut up!" Bert landed a stunning blow to the side of
her head.
***
It was quiet late when Martin retuned to his home. The
instant Martin entered the darkened home he knew
something was wrong. There was a feeling about the
stilled living room that made him uneasy. With infinite
caution, he made his way to his parent's room. The
scene that lay before him was something totally beyond
his experience.
His father was naked and was passed out at the bed.
When he saw his mother, his heart almost stopped. His
father tied her to a chair. He couldn't believe that
anyone would do such a thing to her. Judy still lay on
her side, hands cruelly bound with the thin twine
cutting into her soft flesh. Martin rushed to his
mother's side and instantly saw he would never be able
to loosen her bonds without a knife.
"Hang on a second, Mom!" Martin told her as he rummaged
in the drawer for a knife. He found a small paring
knife and swiftly cut the string holding his mother.
She gratefully collapsed on the floor, free at last
from her bonds.
"What happened?" Martin had to ask, but he could guess.
His father was drunk on his ass again. And only his
father could have thought up such a cruel and bizarre
act as had obviously occurred. All the hatred he felt
for his father reactivated suddenly. Then he heard his
mother saying something to him,
"Water, please, Martin, get me some water."
He obliged and She gulped the liquid down in thirsty,
greedy swallows before she could continue, "It was
Bert. He... he came home drunk as a lord. And... oh,
Martin!"
Judy broke down, clutched at Martin's shoulder and
began to sob. Martin didn't know how to handle the
situation. He patted his mother on the back and felt
ineffectual. He was out of his league and knew it. He'd
been thinking about leaving home because he couldn't
stand his father any longer. This seemed to be the
straw that broke the camel's back.
He'd have to do something more drastic than merely
leave now~ And Martin didn't know what it would be.
"Did... Dad do this to you?" he asked Judy in a tiny
voice.
The woman could only nod her head in assent. She was
too shaken by her ... experiences to speak. Coldness
settled into Martin's gut. He didn't know if he could
kill his own father or not, but at this instant, he'd
be happy to fly. Anyone who could mistreat two
beautiful women didn't deserve to live.
And yet-it was his father. He owed some allegiance to
him. Blood was thicker than water, or so everyone was
fond of saying. But if that were true, why had his
father done all those terrible thins to his wife?
Martin was mentally wrestling with the problem when
Bert stirred from his drunken slumber. The man punted,
scratched his crotch, then tossed aside the empty
bottle. He belched mightily and managed to open one
bleary eye. He spotted Martin standing in the middle of
the room clutching the naked Judy to his shoulder.
"About time you dragged your ass home, kid. Where ya
been?"
Martin's voice was low, controlled and frosty. "Did you
do this to Mom?" The youth wanted to hear it from his
father's lips.
"Hell, yes. She asked for it. Been 'fuckin' around with
every guy in the city. John told me all about it."
Martin's temper was beginning to flare. His hands
trembled as he tiled to soothe his mother. He knew that
he'd do something really rash, something he might
regret if his father didn't come out with same sort of
reason more than "John said so".
"Course I did. Them two's always been liars. John's my
good buddy. He wouldn't lie to me. And don't you go
givin' me no back talk either, kid, I'm not putting up
with any shit off you, either."
"Don't threaten me, old man. You might be able to beat
up and rape women and but you're not up to taking me
on." Martin pushed his mother aside and stood, hands on
hips, facing his father.
"You, you FUCKER!" His father screamed as he charged
Martin with upraised fists.
One clenched fist connected with Martin's shoulder and
spun him around. The bruise appeared almost instantly.
But Martin was in a towering rage. The minor pain was
nothing to him. A blood rage rose and blanketed, out
everything else. He would fix his old man once and for
all. This would be the last time Bert King ever had the
chance to beat up on his wife Judy.
Martin was no longer hot he was polar cold. He had lost
any nervousness he'd once had. As if all of his nerve
endings had died, Martin felt like a machine. A killing
machine! And the one purpose was to eliminate this
miserable specimen of humanity.
Martin danced forward, launched a savage kick at his
father's kneecap and missed. But his father had to
dodge and was off balance. Martin's right fist rocketed
out and slammed with a meaty thud into his father's
midsection. What had once been muscle had long since
turned to fat. Martin's fist disappeared up to the
wrist.
As his father doubled over, everything seemed to move
in slow motion. Martin marveled at being a detached
observer. It was as if someone else brought his or her
knee up into Bert's face to break the nose. A slow-
motion geyser of blood spewed out in a small arc to
splatter on the floor.
But Bert wasn't finished. For all his potbelly and fat,
there was still a toughness in him that couldn't be
denied. He straightened up and swung again at Martin's
face. Martin moved a fraction of an inch and let the
blow drift by.
With all the force he could summon, the teenager swung
for the broken nose dribbling blood. Martin was big,
strong and at his peak. When he connected with Bert's
already mangled face, there was a dull crunch! And
Martin's father was knocked from his feet.
Bert lay for a moment on his back, and then struggled
to his feet. As he attempted to stand, however, his
foot slipped in some of the blood that had spilled from
his gushing nose. He fell heavily and-hit ~-his head on
the corner of a table.
A sudden snap echoed throughout the tiny room. Bert
crumpled to the floor and didn't stir.
Martin was breathing heavily as he went to his mother
and put his hand around her. "I don't think he's going
to hurt you any more. Not tonight. You are safe."
"Is... is he dead?" Judy asked, her voice quavering in
fright at everything that had occurred that night.
"I doubt it." Martin began to have his doubts, though.
He made sure his mother was sitting down and quiet. She
patted him reassuringly on the shoulder and whispered
in his ear, "Don't worry; Martin. Everything will be
okay."
A quick examination confirmed hi& suspicions. He said
in a low voice, "He's barely breathing. I think we'd
batter get him to the hospital. It looks pretty bad,
too."
Chapter Two
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Martin went to the telephone and quickly dialed the
operator. A few terse words and he was told that an
ambulance would be sent on its way immediately. Martin
replaced the phone in its cradle without any feeling of
triumph.
His father lay before him on the floor. Naked and
unmoving, it was hard to imagine that the man had been
responsible for the hideous torture of his wife Judy.
"The ambulance will be here in a few minutes. Go get
dress properly, I don't think it would be too smart to
have them see you-like this." He helped his mother pull
a dress and go to change in his room rather than in
her.
It wouldn't do for this family scandal to become
public. Their town wasn't the biggest city in the,
world, and, like all small towns; a scandal spread like
wildfire. In a few days, everyone in town would know
that Bert King had been torturing his wife and his son
had almost killed him when he found out.
Martin wanted to avoid any possible publicity. His
mother had been through enough already. Further
publicity in this wouldn't be to anyone's advantage
except the news-hungry vultures in town. Martin
composed himself just in time to answer the doorbell.
The ambulance crew had come.
"Come on in. My father is in his room. Hit his head on
the table..."
Two bored-looking attendants hurried to the room he
pointed ~while the policeman accompanying them pulled
out his notebook.
"Mind telling me what happened? Got to file a report
every time the ambulance is called out, you know."
"Uh, sure, officer. Not a whole lot to tell. My
father's been, uh, well, hitting the bottle pretty
hard- lately. He must have gotten really smashed
tonight. He stumbled and hit his head on the table. I
guess that's about it."
The policeman had been carefully making notes as he
went. He looked up when Martin stopped. "Who found your
old man?"
"I did. I'd just come in from a... date. My mother
was... sleeping. Guess she didn't hear anything.
Mother's pretty bad off Hysterical over this. I hope
you won't have to talk with her. She's...with
...tranquilizers... down."
"Naw, won't have to bother her. This kind of thing
happens all the time. Tell you the truth; I was sort of
waiting for it to happen to Bert. Been getting into
fights down at the bar. The owner, Tim has been real
nice about it. Just tosses Bert out, but Tim warned me
about something bad in the wind."
Martin swallowed hard as the policeman snapped the
notebook shut with a flick of his wrist. "Is... Is
there anything else, officer? I'd like to stay here
with my mother and after she gets calmed down, take her
on down to the hospital."
The officer shrugged. "Fine with me. I'm going to file
an accident report, nothing else." The officer
dispassionately watched as the two ambulance attendants
hauled Bert King outside on the stretcher.
"I won't even mention he slipped in a pool of his own
blood."
Martin looked up, surprised. The policeman continued,
"Heard how he's been bad mouthin' your ma. Don't like
that. Seems to rue he got what he deserved, you know?"
As the cop turned to leave Martin quietly asked, "How'd
you know what happened? Really?"
The officer smiled faintly. "Nobody hits his head and
ends up with blood on the soles of his feet. Had to
have slipped in it before he hit his noggin. Dig?" With
that, the cop left.
Martin felt weak inside. It seemed that his town's
finest was on his side, that there was some mercy with
justice. The ambulance roared off into the night in the
direction of the city's only hospital.
As soon as the ambulance went away his mother came out
of his room. She had changed her dress but she was
still sobbing. She was trembling, and on her feet
walking towards him. "Martin...?"
"It's okay Mom. Thing are under control."
"Martin I want to go to hospital."
"No mom this isn't right at this moment."
"Please don't stop me."
Martin felt helpless. Despite all the abuse she
received from her husband she was still worried about
him. He couldn't stop her. Judy picked up her car keys
and purse. It took only a few minutes to get the car
started and aimed in the direction of Town's General
Hospital, the only place Bert could have been taken.
***
Judy King pulled into the parking lot of the hospital
and was immediately confronted by the over starched,
white-clad receptionist behind the main desk in the
lobby.
"What can I do for you?" The tone used was one of
boredom and not a little contempt for the woman with
the hastily put on dress and messy hair.
"I...uh, my husband... Bert Clinton. Yes, my husband
was brought in last night and I was wondering how he
was..."
The receptionist flipped through a small card index,
then put a disgusted• look on her face. Her lips curled
back in a half-sneer as she said, "He's in critical
condition. We really need a full folio on him.
Insurance company, financial statements, place of
employment, everything! Go down the hall and turn left
and ask for the head of administration."
"But how is Bert?" Judy had to know.
"I couldn't say. No one will be able to until you've
filled out all the proper forms. Down the hail and to
the left." The woman managed to dismiss Judy with a
simple toss of her head.
Judy walked like a ~zombie to the administration
office. She answered questions, filled out forms and
signed releases until she had no concept at all of what
she was doing. The bemused woman remembered hearing a
secretary say, "Ward three and ask for Dr. Farley."
Judy somehow found Dr. Farley, a youngish man about
twenty-seven and sandy-haired. He seemed to have a
tired look about him. But that tiredness quickly
vanished as he watched Judy approach him. His eyes
drank hi her every contour, the way she walked, the
wiggle of her ass, the to and fro swaying of her
braless fits. And even her unkempt hair couldn't hide
the beauty of her face or the luster of her golden
locks.
Farley knew a good thing when he saw it. And Judy was
about the best-looking broad he'd come across since
he'd started to work at town's General Hospital.
"Dr. Farley?" Judy finally picked out the nametag on
the doctor's shirt pocket.
"Sure am. What can I do for you?" Dr. Farley slipped
the clipboard he was carrying under one arm and hooked
his fingers through his belt, his fingers pointing
downwards.
"Bert Clinton was admitted last night, and the people
down in admitting told me to ask you...uh..." Judy's
voice trailed off. All of this was so confusing to her.
Farley sensed how shaken Judy was and immediately said,
"Why don't we just step into the lounge here and talk
about it?" There was a gleam in his eye that Judy
missed completely.
They seated themselves on the slick, cold orange vinyl
chairs of the waiting room. Judy waited for Dr. Farley
to speak. Finally, he cleared his throat, his eyes
never leaving the swell of Judy's boobs.
"Your husband, I assume it is your husband, yes, well,
your husband is in very serious condition. The blow
crushed his temple and certain membrane in his brain
had been ruptured. To make a long story short-and
cutting out all the medical jargon-he's bleeding into
his brain. Right now he's in a coma and unless a very
delicate operation is performed within the next forty-
eight hours, he'll die. And it won't be pleasant," Dr.
Fancy added, with some gusto.
"Is there anyone who can do the operation here?"
Farley smoothed his starched shirt and straightened
slightly. "Of course, my dear, of course. I've done
considerable reading on this and-"
"Then you could do the operation?" Judy wasn't sure if
she was elated or dejected. She had begun to despise
Bert, and letting him die would be an easy way out. But
he was still her husband, for better or for worse, as
the marriage vow went.
"Well, let's say it's within my capabilities, but you
realize that skilled surgeons don't come cheap. The
operation will cost you close to $50,000 including my
fee that only would be almost half that."
Farley waited to see what the reaction would be. He
smiled slightly at the shocked look on Judy's face. She
turned white as a sheet as she said, "I don't have that
kind of money... and we don't have any hospitalization,
either."
Farley almost rubbed his hands together in glee. He had
another pigeon on the hook!
"Well, my dear, I might be persuaded to do the
operation for other considerations. You realize that I
spend a lot of time here and what good's all that money
really going to do me? Uncle Sugar's just take it in
taxes. How about a little trade?"
The way he said it left little doubt as to his meaning.
Judy 'Clinton recoiled slightly from the young doctor.
"Are you suggesting that we..." Her voice trailed off
in disbelief. Then she began to consider what was at
stake. There was no way she could afford Bert's
operation. And he'd die if she didn't do something
quick.
And here was a horny and not too bad-looking doctor
offering her the operation in return for putting out.
She was not as much worried about the life of her
husband as for the fact that his death can put her son
Martin into some trouble.
"You'd cancel all of your fee?" she asked
incredulously. It seemed too good to be true. And it
was.
"Hardly, my dear, hardly. I may be horny, but I've got
to eat. I'll do the operation for two grand instead of
twenty-five. You've got to admit that's a damn good
deal. As to the other doctors, you'll have to work it
out with them."
Judy's voice was timid, meek. "All right. I'll do it.
For Bert." She couldn't imagine why she'd be willing to
sell her body, even to this good-looking young doctor
for her husband, but she was going to just the same.
Duty was her only excuse.
"Excellent! Now, Judy, if I can call you that, lets go
to a more secluded spot." Farley was rubbing his hands
together now in undisguised anticipation of fucking
this lovely woman.
He firmly took her arm and guided her down one of the
white sterile hallways, peering into one worn after
another until he found one that was empty. Farley held
the door open and Judy hesitantly went in.
The room was empty except for a single hospital bed.
Farley began unbuttoning his tunic as he said, "No one
'ill bother us. As long as you don't press the call
buzzer!" He laughed at his own little joke as he
stripped off his tunic and stepped out of his trousers.
Judy watched in mute fascination. Farley was a pretty
well hung stud. She had to admit that. And his prick
was not so slowly elevating itself into an iron-hard,
throbbing rod.
"Don't just stand there, Judy. Strip!" The snap of
command cut into Judy's brain like a. scalpel. She
began to unbutton the front of her dress.
She could hear Farley licking his lips with ill-
suppressed lust when he saw her mountainous tits tumble
out from their fabric prison. In spite of herself, the
sight of Farley's steely prick with its purple plum of
a knob gleaming wickedly at her made her hot,
uncomfortable. She felt herself growing wet in the
crotch. And her nipples began to expand with the added
blood that pumped wildly from her heart.
In seconds, her nipples were erect and pointing fingers
of lust that did nothing but add to Fancy's already
huge lust for her.
The young doctor did nothing but wait until Judy had
completely shed her dress. Naked, she stood before him.
"Turn around," he ordered. "I want to take a good look
at you..."
Judy obeyed without question. If this guy were willing
to give up over twenty grand just to fuck her, she'd
give him any kind of a show he wanted. The thought
still dulled her mind; who would blow that kind of
bread for a simple balling?
Farley sat on the edge of the hard bed and ogled the
lovely woman. Judy may have been approaching middle
age, she didn't have any of the age lines or baggy skin
flaps that so often marked entry into that era of life.
Her skin was radiant, taut and creamy white except for
the red mars on her body that Bert had inflicted the
night before. Farley didn't seem to notice those.
His eyes were too eagerly drinking in the beauty of
Judy's high, firm jugs. As she slowly turned, they
swung to and fro in the mast provocative manner
possible. The ruddy areolas with the fiery-red nipples
thrusting up in their centers traced out invisible
figure eights in the air in front of her body.
Those snowy cones could have held Farley's attention
all day long. He relished boobs like few men ever
could. He loved the symmetry, the way those seemed to
beg to be- sucked, gnawed on, man-handled.
But he forced himself to lower his gaze. Farley wanted
to take in as much of his gorgeous broad as he could.
He wanted to drink in the full beauty of her body, and
then fuck the hell out of her!
Judy's waist was trim, narrow. Not a single extra inch
or ounce of flab to be seen. The deep depression of her
belly button seemed to call out to the sex-crazed
doctor, but when he saw the golden mat of her muff, all
thoughts of her slightly domed stomach died.
That tiny triangle of fleecy pussy hair seemed to point
down to Judy's snatch like a road sign. Farley's eyes
followed to that forbidden area between the woman's
creamy thighs. His mouth began to water like a gourmet
seated before a succulent meal.
But Farley's meal was far more succulent, tastier, more
satisfying. He knew then and there that he'd fuck Judy
until his cock fell off from overuse!
"Okay, baby, enough of the burly show. Get your ass
over here and on the bed."
Judy was still hesitant about selling her body like
this. And yet, what whore had ever been offered so much
for a balling and for such a worthy reason?
"Anything you say, Dr. Farley." Judy didn't miss the
purplish plum that seemed to grow and expand with every
beat of the man's heart. The doctor's cock was huge and
pawing larger with passion every instant. It seemed
like a good thing to the woman to try to string Farley
out as long as she could. If she gave him a ride he'd
remember for a long time, he might forget about the
cost of the operation.
"Call me Chuck." Farley reached out and gently stroked
Judy's flanks. The smooth, slightly sweaty skin under
his strong hands trembled.
When he gripped her boobs and began to massage and
squeeze, the erectile nubbins of nipple sprang to
attention. The tiny buttons hardened even more and
begged to be popped into his mouth.
Farley was only a man. He couldn't resist such tasty
treats. With the eagerness of a man starved for weeks,
he greedily stuffed one of Judy's jugs into his mouth.
The sheer size of the tit made -it impossible for him
to get the entire pillowy mound into his mouth, but he
tried. Damn, did he try!
Judy's jug was simply too large to completely fit into
his mouth. Farley's teeth gouged red furrows into the
slopes of Judy's until she squealed with gee. The
feelings lancing down into her chest were
indescribable. A white-hot poker of delight burned into
her body. Her nerve endings seemed to spring alive with
lust for this young doctor.
She realized that the way he was gnawing and twisting
her boobs, she'd soon be begging him for more. More,
ever more! And then she'd be pleading with him to fuck
her. To stuff his huge cock into her fuck-hole! She
could feel the entire area around her cunt frothing and
boiling with her juices. Judy was turning on and she
couldn't help herself. She tried to convince herself
that this was for Bert, that this prostitution was
necessary.
But her body told her differently. Her body was
exalting in the wonderful carnality of getting laid.
She needed anyone to fuck her. It would erase some of
the hurt that Bert had put on her the night before.
Farley's tongue lashed out and stabbed into the pebble-
hard nipple he had sucked into his mouth. It drove Judy
wild. She gasped and began to thrash about on the hard
bed.
The woman moaned out her passions. "Please fuck me, oh,
please! I need your cock in me, Chuck! FUCK ME!
PLEASE!"
The doctor would have smiled if he hadn't had his mouth
occupied with Judy's left tit. He didn't want to stop
sucking or tonguing that luscious mound of flesh. All
he wanted was to taste Judy like a connoisseur sampling
a fine wine.
The woman's body had begun to sweat under the carnal
assaults of Farley's tongue. The man lapped up the
briny mixture with a relish one usually reserved for a
favorite dessert. His tongue raced round and round the
tiny lust button on the top of Judy's boob. The woman
squealed and wiggled and shrieked. Still Farley
continued to suck and run his tongue across the bumpy
plane that surrounded her nipple.
With a lightning-quick thrust of his tongue, Farley
tried to push the nipple completely down into the soft,
doughy mound of her Ut. At the same time, he closed his
jaws slightly and bit into Judy's boob. The combined
action 6f his tongue on her nipple and the teeth on the
sensitive flesh of her conical jug made Judy arched her
back.
"Puck me, damn you, flick me!" she cried over and over
as passions locked inside her voluptuous body were
unlocked. And the key to that unlocking was Chuck
Farley's tongue, that dextrous, agile tongue that
lavished carnal care all over her boobs.
Gnawing and tonguing a tit wasn't enough for the young
doctor. He allowed his hands to roam Judy's body,
searching out the most provocative places he could
find. His hands lingered for a moment on her belly. He
felt the heaving, tossing action of her stomach muscles
and knew it would be paradise once he got inside her
cunt. Those muscles had been trained to grip and hold a
man's prick with vise-lock force. He diddled for a
couple seconds with that sexy belly button before
sliding his hand lower to the mat of silky pussy hair.
The soft hair that he ground under his hand was already
wet with Judy's cunt juices. Farley didn't have to be
told that Judy desperately wanted him to shove 'his
massive cock all the way up her steaming, hungry cunt.
The wetness in her crotch was enough to spur him on.
His fingers were soon coated with the woman's slick,
oily secretions. lie began stroking back and forth
across Judy's gash. He could feel the tiny pulsing in
her cuntlips each time her heart throbbed a wild beat;
a wild beat of uncontrollable lust for him.
He spread the puss lips slightly, feeling the delicate
tissues lurking just inside the woman's cunt. Judy's
entire body WAS filled with electric surges when Farley
lightly caressed her bloated labes.
The pinkly scalloped, delicate inner lips were the key
to much of her sexual sensations.. Fireworks exploded
in her brain. Her breathing became tortured and she
could only gasp in air with small, shuddery gulps. How
desperately she wanted to scream out, "Fuck me! Fuck
me!" but she couldn't.
'Her voice had left her. She was totally seized with
passion and was unable to do more than sigh and groan
in sheer pleasure at the feelings blasting into her
body. The warmth of Farley's hard, yet oddly gentle
hand soothed her-and drove her to the heights of
arousal. The tiny tendrils of warmth that had trickled
down into her belly when his hand rested on her stomach
suddenly turned to flaming arrows shot into her cunt as
he diddled with her flick-hole.
Chapter Three
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Judy wiggled and twisted on the bed in an attempt to
get more of Farley's hand into her cunt. Just the first
knuckle of his index finger didn't make it. She wanted
more.
She wanted his cock!
As if sensing what he was doing to the woman, Farley
perversely refused to speed up his fondling. He made a
slow circuit around her fur-rimmed cunt, then went back
and dabbled her cunt juice all over the now erect and
straining spire of Judy's cit. Farley looped his index
finger around Judy's passion-bud and stroked.
He started at the base of her cit. As he slowly worked
up its tiny length, he tightened his grip. Judy was
driven into a wild sexual frenzy. She bucked and
thrashed and shoved her hips upward as hard as she
could. Judy needed more of this. She wanted the utmost
of stimulation. She wanted to be fucked.
As she was choking out the words she had tried to say
before, orgasm seized her in its granite grip. The ice
and iron of complete climax ravaged her body, raping
her senses. The world was blotted out, as her body
seemed to be set on fire with napalm.
As Judy's orgasm died down, she felt Farley's questing
fingers run back along her perineum. That sensitive
section of skin between her asshole and cunt burned
like it had been dipped into a vat of acid. The
lightest touch was agony-and joy.
When Farley crammed his finger into her asshole, Judy
came again. The feeling of that digit fucking in and
out of her bung triggered another set of sensations in
her body. She felt as if a six-inch railroad spike had
been thrust into her ass.
As this climax abated, Judy -vaguely heard Farley
mutter, "Go on, baby, spread those lovely white thighs.
I want to get in and give you the fucking of your life.
The automatic response was to spread her legs as wide
as she possibly could. Judy wanted nothing else at the
moment except to be fucked by the doctor. The sides of
her leg pressed firmly into the hard surface of the
bed, she lifted her butt off the bed enough for
Farley's massive cock to surge into her dribbling omit.
Judy thought she would pass out from the shock of his
entry.. Her cunt was still sensitive from the previous
night's rape. But there was no denying the fact that
Fancy was one hell of a stud. He was hung and his cock
was huge.
The woman felt as if her cunt were being ripped apart.
She could feel the broad crown of Farley's cock racing
up her flack tunnel. The pulsing, jerking rod excited
her as it rammed home and the man's balls slapped wetly
against her ass. Fully inside her, his cock twitched
and wiggled with a life of its own.
The stimulation Judy got was indescribably erotic. She
could even feel the thick blue vein standing out on the
top of the doctor's prick. But most of all, she could
feel the slow back and forth motion Farley had started.
It wasn't a true flicking rhythm. Not yet.
This was subtler. Her cunt walls could sense it. Judy's
brain could register the tiny motions, round and round,
back and forth. But it wasn't the MI-force, all-out
flicking she so badly needed. This was teasing her. It
was giving her an idea of what was to come.
Farley was playing with her like he might sonic living,
breathing, screwing toy.
"Ready for me to really fuck you?" the doctor gasped
out. His own passions had driven him to the point where
he had to get off soon. But he wasn't willing to stop
his little game with her until the last possible
moment. Farley loved to hear his women beg him for his
cock. It added spice to the game, made him feel good
deep down inside if he knew they desperately wanted
him.
"Yeeees, damn you, yes! Puck me!"
"You asked for it, baby!"
With those words, the tiny, featherlike motions ceased.
Farley began to stoke in and out of Judy's fiery cunt
with mighty, pistonlike moves. Each time his prick,
slipped out of her snatch, a lewd sucking noise- could
be heard throughout the room. The slurping noise added
stimulus to the act.
Farley could feel the suction on his dick as he tried
to pull out of her hole. Judy's cunt seemed to collapse
around his prick. She didn't want him to ever leave
that snug, warm berth. The suction he created by
retreating tried to pull his guts' put through the end
of his cock. The warmth of the woman's cunt seeped into
his dick and funneled the heat all the way to his
straining balls. And the smacking noise of his wet
withdrawal added spice to the fucking.
But it was ramming his dong into Judy s wanton <cunt as
hard as he could that delighted Farley. This was where
it was. This was the purpose of a man having a cock and
a woman having a cunt. Fucking. Wild, uninhibited
fucking!
Judy knew every time the man shoved his massive dong
into her snatch. The nerves up and down her cunt walls
screamed with joy. The friction burned and soared at
her innards. She felt more alive than she'd ever felt
before. This was living. This was what it was all
about. She was enjoying getting fucked!
No matter that she was being turned into a whore. No
matter that she was doing this against her on will for
a husband she no longer loved. The sheer physical act
of screwing was all that truly mattered to her. Farley
was a cock a man of ability. He knew how best to turn
her on and keep her humming with sexual energy.
And his flicking in and out of her cunt made her burn
with desire for him. Judy bucked up to meet his every
forward thrust. She felt his prick smash through her
twat, ignite fires of passion deep inside her cunt. Her
spine began to tingle, and then flare with the messages
of delight that blasted into her brain. Judy came
again.
Fancy continued to fuck even when the convulsing waves
of orgasm hit Judy's cunt. The pussy walls clamped down
on his driving dong with demonic fury. But he loved
every second of this sweet torture. He reveled in the
sensuous feeling of having his prong smashed flat by
the powerful muscles in this woman's flick-hole.
The cunt juice that dribbled out of Judy's pussy around
the fleshy plug of Fancy's cock made a giant wet spot
on the bed sheets. But neither of them gave a damn.
All that mattered was the supreme feelings flooding
their bodies. Farley's balls hardened, and then began
to churn and roil with overheated sperm. With a low
grunt, Farley came. His cum blasted out and creamed the
walls of Judy's cunt with the fury of a berserk fire
hose. He spurted gallon after gallon of his seed into
her yearning, hungry pussy. And, she took every bit of
it and demanded more!
Farley felt his pumping cock tire, then falter. He was
exhausted, drained. He'd had a great ride on this sexy
woman. He couldn't really put that down. But he was
greedy. He wanted. More!
The doctor straightened himself up on his arms and
gazed down at the radiant, glowing face of Judy. Funny,
the doctor thought, how a broad seemed to shine after
getting a damn good fucking. As he watched hers his
cock began to deflate and soon dribbled out of Judy's
cunt amid a flow of cum and cunt juice. It didn't take
a genius to know that the chick was still hot to trot.
And Farley wasn't the kind of guy who'd ever pass up an
opportunity like this!
"All right, baby, on your knees and - start licking!"
Judy's eyes fluttered open and it took a couple seconds
for her to focus properly.
"What? What's that?"
"You heard me. On your knees and lick my cock off. It's
got all of your slime on it. And it should be cleaned
off."
Judy looked down to the limp snake of a prick that
dangled between Farley's hairy legs. His dick was
coated with cum and the viscous juice of her lust. But
to lick it off!
"Is this part of the deal? I mean, me licking off all
that stuff? Or do I get more of a discount on your
bill?"
"Hell, lady, you drive a hard bargain. So, okay, I'll
do this as a charity gig. Now lick!"
Judy slithered off the bed %and. knelt between the
doctor's legs. Hesitantly rat first, then with
increasing courage, she licked- and kissed at the limp
prong that had just emptied into her cunt.
The acrid taste instantly assailed her taste buds. As
she dragged her tongue over the slippery cock, she
tasted not only Farley's cunt but her own cunt juices
as well. She had to admit the taste wasn't all that
bad.
As soon as she discovered that this meaty Popsicle
could actually taste good, she began licking and
sucking with renewed fervor. Soon, she had Farley
gasping with pleasure. Judy ran her tongue up and down
the flaccid rod until she felt the vague rumblings deep
inside of another hard-on.
It was a surprise to both of them when the man's cock
began to grow and harden after only a few minutes of
expert sucking. By this time, all of his cum and Judy's
pussy oils had been licked off. And Judy was able to
luxuriate in nothing but the taste of an aroused male
prick.
Farley felt the familiar embers in his balls burst into
flame once again. It was amazing how quickly he had
gotten his hard-on back. He'd fucked one of the
tightest, hottest chicks he'd ever found. Now, he was
getting head from her-and his cock was as hard and
rigid as ever! It was paradise.
Farley muttered, "Keep on sucking, keep on sucking.
You're making it feel so damn goood!"
Judy's lips curled upwards slightly in a smile. She'd
get that operation done for nothing. And enjoy the
barter!
Her tongue swirled around the crown of Farley's prick,
not missing a single square inch of meat She played
with the sensitive flap of skin just under the
cockhead, then tried to shove her tongue down the tiny
pinprick hole at the end of his rod. She knew that she
couldn't possibly get her pink, dexterous tongue down
that tiny cum-slit, but it didn't matter.
The stimulation they both got out of the blowjob was
all that mattered.
When she had. Farley continually gasping in reaction at
her oral acrobatics on the knob of his dick, she began
moving her mouth down his shaft. Judy lightly nipped
and teased the skin until it was so taut and tight
along Farley's cock that it was impossible for her to
use her teeth without injuring the doctor.
When she got to his hairy balls, she found them tightly
compressed. Her tongue flashed out and lavished
feathery touches all around the tiny sac containing
Farley's precious jewels.
Farley was wild with desire by now. The wet, roughness
~all up and down his prick was great, but when Judy
began tonguing his balls, he almost came. The young
doctor managed to restrain himself for a few minutes,
but knew it was only a matter of time before he blasted
out another load of his fiery cum.
"Damn, but you can give good head!" he mumbled between
compressed lips. And he meant it. He'd pulled this trip
on any number of willing chicks, but Judy was the first
to get his dick this hard so fast after the frenetic
fucking they'd just enjoyed.
Judy's hot breath rustled through the forest of his
crotch hair and stimulated the man even more. He was
lost in a paradise of sheer carnal sensations.
Sooner than Farley had anticipated or wanted, he came
again. His prick stiffened even more and then spurted
out three or four huge gobs of flick juice.
Judy eagerly licked each and every drop up as it
emerged from the tip of his dick. The slithery, rough
wetness playing across the tip of his dick heightened
Farley's orgasm. The rigid clamp on all of his muscles
soon passed and he fell back on the bed, exhausted.
This was the first time in more years than he cared to
remember that a broad had worn him out. He knew it
would have been impossible to get a hard-on again for a
third try, no matter how much he wanted it. Judy was
hell on wheels either flicking or giving a blowjob.
"Well, how was it?" Judy demanded.
"I've had enough, thank you. You're damn good with that
tongue. And you got one of the tightest cunts I've ever
felt. Your husband was a lucky dude."
Farley began puffing on his hospital garb. As he
fastened the last button on his tunic, Judy asked,
"Then you will do the operation for nothing?"
Farley looked at the woman, an evil leer on his lips.
"Lady, I'm only an intern in this place. Your husband's
be deader than a doornail then seconds after I put a
knife to him. And I don't know diddly shit about brain
operations. They just had me doing some of the
preliminary tests to see what was wrong with him-part
of my training as a doctor."
Judy felt as if someone had hit her in the stomach with
a fifteen-pound sledgehammer.
"...You mean that you're not the one who'd do the
operation? That all of this was hype?"
"Lady, if I talked real sweet to the administrators
they might let me watch the operation - from another
room. But touch a scalpel during the operation? No
way!"
Farley began to laugh loudly as he walked to the door.
He paused, turned and looked back at the half-clad
Judy. With a smug look on his face, he told her, "You
might be able to work out some kind of deal with old
man Whittaker. He'd be the one doing the operation. But
I doubt it. He's sixty-five years old and hasn't
thought about anything as great as flicking in a dozen
years."
Judy listened to the door whoosh shut and waited until
the soft footsteps of the intern had receded to the
point where she couldn't hear them any longer before
she started to cry. She'd just been screwed-in more
ways than one. And she wasn't any better off for it
than when she'd started.
Chapter Four
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Martin saw his mother coming back. She was drying the
tears running down her face when he met her at the
front door. He demanded, "Mom! What's wrong? What
happened?" He both hoped and feared that his father had
died. He didn't care for the bastard in the least, but
he didn't want to see his mother put through
unnecessary sorrow, either.
"Martin! It was horrible! The doctor ... he made me
does all sorts of terrible things!" In a flurry of
words, Judy explained what Farley had done, what he had
made her do.
Martin seethed but knew there was very little he could
do about it Thoughts of waiting outside the hospital
and stomping the hell out of the lying and lecherous
intern craned his mind, but what good would that really
do? The damage had been done.
"What do you want me to do, Mom? I can go and file some
kind of a report with the cops. But you know that'1l be
a waste of time. They never even bother checking up on
stories like this. Besides, you did sort of agree to
things before they got started."
Judy was miserable. If she'd only checked to be sure
that Farley was the doctor assigned to the case. But in
her shock and confusion, such things were so distant.
And Farley had taken advantage of her by proclaiming
himself to be in charge. Who would ever think a doctor
would lie about something like that for his own ends?
Martin knew that doctors were human just like anyone
else, but he somehow had never imagined them pulling a
rotten trick like that on a woman who was too
distraught to do anything about it. He had to admit,
though, that this was the very type of person most
inclined to put out for a horny intern. And he couldn't
blame Farley all that much. The poor guy had probably
been working twelve on and twelve off for a long time.
And Judy was a knockout. Martin could barely take his
eyes off his own mother. The rumblings deep down in his
crotch bothered him a little. He, Martin S. Clinton,
lusting after his own mother!
The thought frightened him a little, and yet why the
hell not? It seemed really kinky, and yet... Martin
felt the bulge in his jeans begin to grow. No, he
couldn't really blame Farley for wanting to fuck Judy
Clinton. Not at all, especially since that was the very
thing he was thinking himself.
Trying to take his mind off his mother's firm, well-
formed body and the unconscious way she wiggled her ass
when she moved, Martin said, "I think it's about time
we had a little talk. About... him." Martin still
couldn't bring himself around to calling Bert his
father, even if it were true.
"What do we really have to talk about? Bert needs the
operation. And that fifty-thousand-dollar figure seems
to be right. I managed to check up on it before I left
the hospital. I talked with the surgeon who was really
in charge, and Dr. Gross said that fifty grand was even
a low estimate."
"That's what I mean, Mom. Is it worth the money to even
try and save him?" Martin's own answer was an emphatic
"NO!" but he had to jet his mother to agree. After all,
it was her husband whose life was hanging in the
balance.
"I don't know, Martin. What do you think? You're the
man in the family now and you should have some say-so."
Judy was desperately looking for someone to make the
hard decision far her. And Martin was the only man
around she could turn to.
Martin thought for a few seconds before answering. "I
don't believe we can handle it. First of all, where'd
we get the money? Bert's already got a second mortgage
on the house. If you sold everything we might just
about break even. Maybe. But how we will spent rest of
our life is a question to which I have no answer."
"But we just can't let him die!"
"Why not?" came the only words, the words that rang of
truth?
"He's your father! He's my husband, that's why!"
"I say he stopped being my father a long time ago. And
the night he abused you, I think he stopped being
anything at all to you as well."
"But to let any human being just die without trying to
save them is a sin!" Judy protested.
"Can you save all the starving children of the world?
Do you even want to try if it were possible? They'd
just breed and make the next population even larger and
harder to feed. The same thing works here. If Bert's
saved, will things be any better or will he get worse,
drink more and make life a living hell for us? For
you?"
Judy fell silent.
"Face it, Mom, we got to look after ourselves. And did
the doctor say what the chances were for complete
recovery? What happens if we spend the money for the
operation and Bert dies anyway? We're out the bread and
all we have is the dubious satisfaction of frying to
save him and a pile of bills we'll never be able to pay
off."
Judy mutely nodded her head in agreement.
"Or consider a case that's even worse. What happens if
the operation saves his life and he's turned into a
vegetable? That's got to be a possible outcome. Would
you like to tend a man who'd been turned into a giant
vegetable the rest of your life? Or put him in a
nursing home that would add to the financial burdens?'
'All I can say, Martin, is that he's your father." She
added in a lower voice, "And my husband."
"That's true, but does he even deserve the chance to
live after what he's done?"
"You can't be judge, jury and executioner!" Judy
snapped.
"Why the hell not?" Martin retorted. "Wasn't he doing
just that when I came in last night? Is he any better
than we are? And he was doing everything from sheer
malice. He hates our guts or he wouldn't have done any
of those rotten things to you. The man's not even fit
to be called human. He's an animal. I don't know, maybe
turning him into a vegetable is an improvement.
Vegetables don't hurt anyone."
Martin had had his say and lapsed back into silence.
His eyes never left his mother. She had plopped down
into a huge chair. Sometime during the heated argument,
the top two buttons of her dress had come undone. The
tantalizing glimpses Martin was being given of her
boobs made his prick begin to stir and stiffen again.
He tried to keep his mind off the mounds of flesh that
were partially revealed to him.
It was a losing battle. Every time Judy moved, she
exposed a different section of her trim, firm boobs.
Boobs that didn't need the cloth prison of a bra! Few
women were able to go without a bra; Judy was one.
Martin marveled at the firmness that allowed her tits
to sway gently back and forth but never sag.
The nipples prodded firmly outward against the fabric
of her simple dress and further aroused the youth. He
wondered if his mother noticed the tenting of his
jeans. His crotch began to burn with lust.
Martin tried to restrain himself. Screwing a girl was
one thing but flicking his own mother? That had to
remain some fantasy that lurked in the back of his
mind. It simply had to stay hidden.
Judy slumped back into the chair and stretched her legs
out in front of her. Martin's cock did another flip-
flop in reaction to the sight. Those legs! Slender
calves, well-formed legs and the thighs that
disappeared up under the short hemline really turned
him on.
They were creamy, smooth and appealing thighs. They
looked soft, tender. How he wished he could be stroking
them, slowly, gently. And then working his way up to
the platinum-furred mound that was the gateway into
Judy's cunt.
Martin wondered if his mother would ever have the same
lust for him that he now held for her. He knew he
wasn't that bad-looking, but a woman as attractive as
his mother wouldn't have any troubles finding a
thousand guys her own age willing to call her if she
wanted.
Judy, in spite of being so hung up on Bert, was an
independent woman with whom any man could make - long,
interesting and incredibly stimulating love. Martin was
positive about that.
His reverie was shattered by Judy's low voice. "1 can't
make the decision right now, Martin. I... I'm still too
close to everything. And what happened today at the
hospital. I... oh, hell!"
Judy suddenly stood and started down the hallway,
crying loudly. Martin Was on his feet in an instant and
clutched his mother to his body. He had to try quieting
her down. Being hysterical wouldn't salve any of their
problems.
"Hush, Mom, hush. Now just calm down and Cool it.
Everything'll work out okay. Just wait and see." Martin
was surprised and pleased in a perverse sort of way
that his mother's dress had become unbuttoned all the
way down the front. Her tits were barely hidden by the
thin fabric. Martin found one of his hands covering her
right boob. And she didn't seem to mind at all.
Judy clutched wildly at Martin, throwing her arms
around his neck. "Please help me, Martin. I need you so
much. I need you so goddamn much you'll never
understand it"
Martin eased her down to the sofa and, before he could
fully understand what he was doing, had kissed her full
on the lips.
For a brief moment, their lips merely touched. Then,
Judy's lips parted and Martin's tongue sailed into her
mouth. Their tongues began a restless, relentless, even
desperate swirling around and around. They touched and
caressed, but their tongues did the real job of telling
the other how they felt, what they needed.
"Oh God Martin!" Judy exclaimed. "Oh yes! That feels so
good!"
His tongue slowly stroked back and forth along the
underside of Judy's tongue. The wet roughness of his
tongue seemed to stimulate her. Judy began to gasp and
suck in air in deep, heavy drafts. Martin could feel
her heart begin to pound wildly under the shirt that he
had never released from its firm grip under his hand.
Their tongues began to dash in and out of the other's
mouth.
Soon, the mock fucking had lighted Martin's fires to
the point where his cock was reaching the breaking
point. If it didn't escape the prison of his jeans, he
knew his rod would rupture at the seams and spew out
cum from the sides instead of the tiny hole drilled in
the end of his prick.
As if reading his mind, Judy reached down and unzipped
his fly. Like a switchblade opening, his dong snapped
out into the air. Judy immediately grabbed the fleshy
shaft. She began stroking up and down the pecker as if
it were the nicest thing in the world she'd ever found
and she didn't want to ever let it loose again.
Martin didn't mind. Not at all!
His own hands were busy slipping the dress from Judy's
shoulders. The material got in his way. As their
tongues played hide and seek in the carnal playground
of their mouths, his hands began to massage and
manipulate his mother's tits. Those wondrous jugs that
had turned him on the instant she had walked in the
door.
His fingers clamped down on the tiny mushrooms perched
on the tops of each boob. Under his careful squeezing
and tweaking, the nipples turned into marble-hard
nubbins that throbbed with lust. Martin's cock
stiffened even more when he realized that he was the
one responsible for his mother's arousal.
He was the stud who was giving her the pleasure she had
never found with Bert Clinton.
Martin almost came at the sudden realization that his
innermost dream was about to be realized. That he would
be fucking his own mother in a matter of minutes!
Martin was silently grateful to his mother. He had felt
the crown of his pecker begin to expand just before he
blasted out his seed. She had pinched down soft1y just
behind the broad, purpled head of his cock and stopped
the premature ejaculation.
Martin Clinton took in a deep breath and settled don to
flick his mother as long and hard and expertly as he
could. He was no virgin. He'd been around. He'd show
her exactly what he could do to please a woman-even one
as special as his on mother!
Judy seemed to understand instinctively what was going
through Martin's mind. Without a word she began to
strip him of his clothes. In the twinkling of an eye,
both were naked and sprawled on the soft carpet of the
living-room floor in a passionate embrace.
Martin felt his body sliding against the smooth skin of
his mother's body. A thin sheen of sweat seemed to
lubricate the motion as he moved his prick up and down
against the softness of her inner thigh. He made sure
his prong never touched her pussylips. He knew no
amount of self-control would hold him back if he felt
the hat juices dribbling from her cunt.
Judy's brain was in a completely chaotic state. She was
confused. She wasn't certain what she was doing. All
she knew for certain was that it felt good to have
Martin's mouth on hers. His tongue moving in and out of
her mouth made her forget her troubles. And his hands
on her big tits were just the treatment she needed to
forget the evil intern who had tricked her earlier that
day.
Judy Clinton was satisfied to go along for the ride.
She pulled her mouth away from Martin's to tell him in
a husky whisper, "Martin, fuck me good! Please, I need
it. Your cock! I need it in me!"
Her son didn't seem to hear. The pounding of blood in
his ears sounded like surf on the beach. All he could
see was the jutting pinnacle of fit flesh on her
heaving chest. Martin's mouth rapidly encircled one of
those summits and sucked the erect nubbin into his
mouth. He began a slow; constant sucking that was
designed to drive his mother out of her mind with
passion for him.
When Judy felt Martin's tongue begin to race around her
nipple, she almost climaxed. The thrill of having her
own son suckling at her tit again was kinky and
thoroughly arousing to her. Each time his tongue lashed
down to flick the erect spire of nipple back and forth,
she felt a surge of electricity volt through her chest
and into her body.
The warmth spread from a dozen points of contact with
her son. His one hand continually stroked her side. The
other hand clutched fiercely at her other jug. His
stomach was pressed firmly against her, crushing her to
the soft carpet under his weight.
And along her leg traveled his massive cock. That
throbbing, yearning, needful dong that longed to be
shoved hard and fast into her steaming cunt!
All the sensations smashed into her body and pushed her
up the peak to orgasm. When Martin's dick lightly
brushed against her tit, Judy came.
She screamed out, "YESSSS! I'M COMMMINNGG!"
She fucked and humped and thrust her body hard against
Martin's in an attempt get his cock into her hungry
pussy. The positioning wasn't right, but it didn't
matter that much. Martin hung on and rode out the storm
winds of his mother's orgasm. And Judy was content with
the force and intensity of her come.
As his mother relaxed slightly, Martin continued to
suckle at the fit and prod lightly at her pussy lips
with his cock. He'd brought his own raging emotions
under control now and could afford to play with the
pink, blood-filled gash with his own pecker and not
spew out his cum in an embarrassing way.
"When do you want it?" Martin demanded.
"Want what?" said Judy, still mind-dazed from her
powerful orgasm.
"This!" Martin declared as he rammed his hips forward.
The purpled tip of his cock speared dead center into
Judy's cunt. His prick parted her pussy lips and
plunged deep into her gushing flack-hole.
Both gasped with the intensity of the teenager's
initial entry. He hadn't intended to begin the flicking
with this much force, but he had. It was as if he had
plunged his shaft of lusty prick into a blast furnace,
but a special blast furnace. A seething hot, juicy
furnace that instantly clamped down hard on his meat!
Martin didn't think he could move at all with her
powerful cunt muscles squeezing unmercifully down on
his buried length of pecker.
If Martin had reacted with a sudden intake of breath,
his rapid fucking into her cunt had ignited another
orgasm in Judy. One instant, her pussy was empty and
needed for cock. The next, it was filled to overflowing
with throbbing, completely male prick.
"Fuck me, Martin, fuck me good!" Judy cried out
passionately as soon as she had descended the slopes of
another orgasm.
Her son didn't have to be urged on. He had felt the
powerful, convulsive grabbing at his buried cock during
his mother's orgasm. He wanted more of' that. He wanted
to feel the friction on his dick as it coursed up and
down that hot, tight channel into his mother's body. He
needed to feel her cunt totally pounding his rod as he
fucked her.
Martin managed to pull back slightly. Then the idea
occurred to him. He didn't have to completely and
forcefully fuck his mother right away. He could enjoy
his screw longer if he played a bit. The teenager began
to pull his cock out of the sucking cunt a slow,
agonizing inch at a time. It felt as if his guts would
be sucked out through the tinj hole at the end of his
dick, but he didn't care.
His meat burned in spite of the flow of cunt juices
bathing it. His balls seemed to be on fire. Acid seared
his nerves and jolted him all up and down his spine.
The blaze in his groin threatened to totally consume
him in lust.
The prickly feeling of his cock as he pulled it out
made him feel good. He tinged with poorly concealed
emotion; the boy wanted nothing more than to fuck. his
mother cross eyed, but he refrained. He wanted even.
More pleasure. Greedy, he wanted the maximum in carnal
delights that he could get before his climax.
Judy wasn't about to complain if Martin insisted on a
slow, methodical flicking rhythm. She moaned constantly
while he was pulling his plug of cock, out of her twat.
The quiff sound seemed to fill the air. She hadn't
realized she was that juicy in the cunt, but she had to
be to make that kind of noise. In an odd way, the sound
stimulated her.
When Martin's broad knob remained just inside the pink,
scalloped inner labes protecting Judy's cunt, he
paused. Then, he bunched the muscles in his butt and
lower back and heaved forward with as much force as he
could.
His impact slid Judy almost a foot along the rug. He
buried his wang balls deep in the clutching, fevered
cunt amid a low slurping noise. He felt the intense
friction in spite of the prodigious amount of juice
inside his mother's snatch. The embers in his groin
blazed merrily away like full-blown forest fires.
Martin's cock was encased in a tight, seething hot
female cunt.
What more could he want?
He began rotating his hips, twitching and rocking back
and forth to stimulate his mother to the fullest before
pulling his rod out again.
The youth succeeded. Judy felt the mighty pillar of
cock against the sensitive inner tissues of her cunt.
The ripply pussy walls began to contract and clamp down
on the invading prickshaft. She could feel the
throbbing of the cock, every jerk it made when Martin's
excited heart pumped another load of blood into the
pulsing rod.
When he started rotating his cock inside her hale, the
delicate gash and~ pussylips were alternately
compressed and released. The pressure and motion of the
cock against them almost drove her into a wild sexual
frenzy. The sensations assaulting her body were
unbelievably intense.
It was a damn good fucking-pleasantly intense and
stimulating beyond hex wildest imaginings. Judy
climaxed again.
Martin rode out the third orgasm and began to flick in
and out of his mother's cunt with increasing need. He
could no longer control his runaway passions. He had to
get off and quickly. But Judy's arms encircled him,
clutched at his ass and pulled his tool even deeper
into her cunt as he fucked forward.
Locked together they rolled over and over with Martin's
cock firmly anchored in its warm, tight berth of cunt.
The rolling motion compressed the cunt walls ~even more
around his dick. Martin was guided in his fucking
motions by Judy's slender, cool-fingered hands on his
rump. As he thrust forward, she pulled his rod in. As
his prick slipped out of her twitching cunt, she pulled
and tugged at his ass cheeks.
When his buns were pulled apart, Judy would delve deep
into his body, hunting for his balls, her Wrist between
his ass cheeks. The stimulation of his mother's hands
on his ass and her groping fingers tickling his•
tightly compressed balls was too, much for Martin.
The boy moaned and began to fuck uncontrollably into
her cunt. His hips seemed to have been granted a life
of their own. A life intent on nothing but fucking as
hard and fast as possible into the tight cunt
surrounding his pulsing cock!
The burning tide of his cum inched along his trick.
Slowly at first, then with a speed that would have put
a rocket to shame, his cum erupted. With blast after
fiery white blast, he creamed the inside of her
quivering body.
The cool fingers on his ass stroked up and down,
fingering the coarse hair on his butt. Somehow, this
both soothed and stimulated him. His cock was still
rigid inside his mother's sperm-filled snatch.
"Think I can make another go at it?" Martin asked, his
voice husky from his recent come.
"I don't know. You're still as stiff as an iron bar."
Judy wiggled her hips in a provocative manner. It was
then that Martin knew he wasn't going to lose his hard-
on, that he could fuck her for some time yet.
His hips began pistoning back and forth. His prong
sewing to sing in joy as it penetrated deeply into his
mother's body. Her cunt early sucked his dick in, was
reluctant to allow it to escape.
Martin enjoyed the feeling of friction all up and down
his rod. The warmth was offset somewhat by the cunt
oils that Judy seemed able to secrete in limitless
quantities. Her quim overflowed with the juices and
dribbled all over Martin's hairy thighs.
In a few minutes, his balls were drenched with the lust
liquids. Although drained of their creamy burden, his
balls valiantly tried to explode again. They failed,
and only a thin stream of gooey cum oozed out.
But his continued flicking long after his balls were
drained gave Judy another orgasm. She felt the slippery
lubricant from her cunt smeared all over her pussy
mound. With Martin fucking back and forth across her
cit, she was filled with searing lances of pain and joy
that always happened when her passion-bud was aroused.
She clawed at Martin's ass to pull his cock ever deeper
into her convulsing cunt. She hunched her hips off the
rug to take his prick deeper into her box. She rolled
from side to side as she arched her back to get the
deepest possible penetration.
Martin's entire eight inches of dick blasted into her
flack-hole. Judy cried out her passions with a soul
tearing, "AAAAIIIEEEE!" and then collapsed to the
floor, completely drained.
She gazed up at Martin, her iron-grey eyes never
wavering as she told him, "You're one hell of a good
lay, kid who taught you?"
Chapter Five
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As the pleasure wave of their incestual fuck receded a
little the thought of injured Bert came to the minds of
both, mother and son. Judy spoke first, her voice low,
"I think that you're going to have to go to the
hospital and find out what's happening to Bert. I-I
just can't face that horrible place again,"
Martin leaned back, his hand rubbing against the bare
flesh of his mother's thigh. He sighed and nodded. It
was his duty now that he was the man in the house.
The full impact of that hit him. His mother needed him
in more ways than one. Support, sure, but he was going
to have to supply a sex partner for her. And he was
elected.
"I just can't bear to see tat place again. I might run
into that evil pig, Farley." She spoke again.
Martin had thoughts of what he would like to do to Dr.
Farley. Mere torture wasn't good enough. He'd castrate
the bastard with a dull knife. He'd skin him and then
boil him in oil.
But the he knew that he wouldn't be able to do any of
those things. What Farley had done was perfectly
legitimate. It was Judy who had fallen for it. She had
been distraught and confined. She didn't know what was
happening, and Farley had taken advantage of the
situation to get laid.
Martin looked over at the naked beauty of his mother,
her high, firm fits with their rosy areolas, the
smooth, slightly domed belly and the lustrous sheen of
her juice-matted pussy hair. The alabaster of her
thighs seemed to give added brilliance to her juice-
matted snatch.
Seeing such beauty would have tempted a saint. Martin
couldn't blame Farley all that much. And the doctor
hadn't really hurt Judy. Not like Bert King had.
Getting fucked and getting beaten up, humiliated, and
raped were entirely different games.
"Okay, I'll see what can be done. I'll be back as soon
as possible with the word."
Martin dressed and quickly left. If he didn't hurry, he
would want to linger. With his mother still naked, he
could feel the stirrings of lust in his depleted cock
again; He knew that if he did get another hard-on, he'd
be sore after he fucked her again. Martin wanted to
save his precious prick for later. He had all the time
in the world to screw his mother.
Martin learned what he could at the hospital, and then
silently returned home to discuss it with his mother.
This news wasn't very good. He would have to break it
to her as gently as possible.
He walked in and found Judy seated on the sofa, alone.
The look on his face told Judy all she really needed to
know. She said, "It's pretty bad, isn't it? He's not
going to make it?"
Martin shook his head. "I talked with a couple of the
doctors. They're willing to do the operation, but he
doesn't have one chance in ten of living. And if he
does pull through, he's had so much brain damage, hell
be nothing but a vegetable."
Judy didn't cry. Her eyes remained absolutely dry, as
dry as her voice when she asked, "What do we do? Just
let him kick off?"
Martin paused for a moment. He'd have let the bastard
die a long time ago, but his mother probably had
different ideas. He had to phrase this just right.
"I think that would be the most humane thing we could
do. It's no good trying to keep him alive with odds
against him like that. And think of the strain on all
of us-you, especially."
"That doesn't matter. Dammit, I still love that son of
a bitch!"
"Then you'll see that he wouldn't want to go through
the rest of his life just lying in a bed, not able to
move. He might even be able to think, but he'd be
trapped in a paralyzed body. It would be a life
sentence."
"And is that better than the death penalty?"
Martin flared up, "After what he did to you, he
deserves it!" The teenager cooled down a bit and
continued, "Look, Mom, all you have to do is tell the
doctors to stop giving him any of the drugs. Tell them
to quit and Bert'll die in less than twenty minutes. He
won't even feel any pain. He's just being kept alive
until something can be worked out I didn't find a
single doctor who was the least bit optimistic about
the chances of Dad pulling through."
"You think that's the best thing to do? Let him die?"
Judy's voice was low, strained.
"Yes."
"All right. I'll go along with your decision; then.
You're the man of the house now and should make
decisions like this."
"He's your husband," Martin reminded her.
'But you're the man around here now." Judy said it so
that it seemed that the weight of the world was on
Martin.
"Better call the hospital and tell them what you've
decided. I can't do it since you're legally his next of
kin."
The phone call was made and Judy returned, a tear
trickling down each, cheek. It hadn't been as easy for
her as Martin had first thought. The strain of ordering
her husband's death was getting to her in a big way, a
way that needed comforting.
"Come on over here by me, Mom," Martin said gently.
"Oh, Martin!" Judy broke down and cried. Martin cradled
her head against his shoulder. He let her cry for a
while, and then began rocking her back and forth just
as he would a young child.
"It'll be all right, Mom. You made the right move. It
was the right thing to do."
"I-I just don't know, Martin. I just don't know. Hold
me close! It feels so good to have a man's arms around
me!"
Martin began to stroke his mother's hair. It hadn't
been brushed, but it was still lustrous. He smoothed
her golden-blonde hair and stroked up and down her
back. He could feel her spine tense and relax. He knew
that she was going through some pretty rough times.
"Just think of how rotten Bert treated you. Just think
of the awful things he did to your body. Try to erase
him from your mind. That'll be the best thing you can
do." Martin knew that it wouldn't be that easy for the
woman. No one erased a husband from their minds when
they'd been married as long as Bert and Judy had.
Martin carefully lifted his mother's tear-strained face
and gently kissed her lips. The kiss deepened. Judy
parted her lips and with a frantic urgency created by
her grief, shoved her tongue into Martin's mouth. The
oral acrobatics kept Martin occupied for some time.
Judy felt Martin's tongue against the top of hers. She
began to swirl and, rotate her tongue around his,
stroking and caressing. She had to let him know how
much she loved him, how much she needed him now in her
time of stress.
Martin's hands moved to the front of Judy's flimsy
dressing gown. He began to unfasten the string ties
while their tongues continued to roll over and over in
his mouth.
When the last tie was undone, Judy's tempting tits
tumbled out into Martin's hands. He felt the smooth
skin of his mother's boobs, and then knew that wouldn't
be enough. He'd have to have more. The teenager was
going to stuff them into his mouth and suck for all he
was worth. That should give both of them the nervous-
energy release that seemed to be called for.
Martin broke off the kiss and quickly engulfed one of
Judy's jugs. His tongue stabbed out and lightly touched
the rock-hard mushroom perched on the tap of the
marshmallow mound.
"Oh, Martin, that's heavenly!" Judy said. She laced her
fingers through his long hair and pulled his face to
her chest. She needed him to take as much of her boob
into his mouth as possible. The wet feeling was nice,
but his, mouth promised so much more!
Judy felt her nipple stiffening under her songs tongue.
Martin shoved down hard with his tongue, and then began
to make slow loops and spirals around the erect nubbin
of nipple.
Stabs of sweet torture racked the woman's body. She
felt electric surges volt into her every time Martin's
dexterous, wet tongue touched her tit. When he sucked
in the entire top of her boob, Judy moaned out, "That's
great, Martin! Oh, thank you, thank you!"
The teenager began to pull as much of the mound of tit
flesh into his mouth as he could. It was impossible to
get all of the sweet, soft meat into his hungering
mouth-but he tried.
God, did he try!
His teeth left red tracks oh the slopes of Judy's
knocker. He bit down lightly, provocatively, to stir
his mother's emotions even more. When he felt the
quivering of her flesh, the trembling of her body., he
knew that he had succeeded in arousing her.
Judy felt her crotch grow wet with desire for her own
son. She could' never quite understand the attraction
she felt for Martin. Was it that he was so much like
Bert in appearance? Was it that Martin was so different
in the way he made love?
Whatever the reason, Judy King wanted-her son to fuck
her.
"Take me now, Martin, quick! I need you inside me! Fuck
mc like you never have before!"
Martin was too occupied with gnawing away at the hard
little button of nipple on his mother's lit. He'd get
down to that furry triangle wet with lust in a few
minutes. He wasn't going to rush things. Not now after
discovering a gourmet's treat.
The youth's tongue flashed out and began to circle the
base of his mother's boob. His lapping, licking,
probing tongue covered every single square inch of tit
flesh as he spiraled upward to the summit of the erotic
crest. On top of the mountain of boob, Martin began to
flick the erect spire of nipple back and forth with his
tongue.
When his mother moaned again, louder, Martin gripped
the base of the saliva-wet jug and squeezed. As he did
so, his tongue drove down into the nipple like a pile
driver. He pushed the hard mushroom as far into the
soft flesh as he could.
Judy felt dual sensations. The pinching action on her
boob made her tremble and lubricate even more from her
aroused pussy. But the boy's tongue shoving her nipple
into her own flesh drove her into a wild sexual frenzy.
She couldn't keep her body under control. As if it had
become independent of her control, her chest shoved
forward hard and fast.
She wanted as much of her jug inside Martin's mouth as
possible. The pleasure he was giving her could be
doubled, tripled, if only he would take more of her
firmly fleshed boob into his mouth. Judy was sure of
that!
But Martin had tired of the succulent flesh of her
tits. He decided the time was right to move on. He
gently on the protruding bud then began working his way
down the underside of his mother's boob.
His rough, pink tongue wiggled back and forth over
sensitive skin as he worked down to the 'slightly domed
expanse of Judy's belly. When Martin found the deep,
well-like depression of his mother's navel, the
teenager couldn't refrain from letting his tongue take
a. quick trip around the hole, then dive down inside.
Once down, he wiggled his tongue as hard and fast as he
could. Judy felt her body invaded by a weird group of
sensations. The wetness, the roughness of her son's
tongue, the stimulation of the flesh on her stomach,
even the drying saliva tracks across her belly all
added to her sexual gratification.
But she still needed a hard cock stuffed into her cunt.
Badly.
Martin's mouth left the gentle depression of his
mother's belly button and moved downward to more
exciting territory. He smelled the aroused, musky scent
of cunt juice.~ He knew that Judy s twat was gushing
forth lubricants in anticipation of his stiff cock.
Martin thought about fucking his mother for a few
minutes while he was nuzzling in the forest of her
tangled, honey-blonde pussy hair. The cunt mound was
growing damp with the spread of Judy's juices. That
decided Martin on his next course of action.
He wouldn't fuck her with his hard prick. As much as he
wanted to shove his stiff dick into her yearning cunt
over and over, to fuck her until she begged for mercy,
he wouldn't
This time, he'd enjoy the full taste of making love to
his mother. He'd give her the eating out of her life.
Martin's tongue wiggled and twitched through the hair
of his mother's cunt mound before he found the edge of
her pussylips. Judy felt an intense surge throughout
her body when her son's tongue touched her puffy gash.
She felt his wet mouth move along the twin flaps of her
twat. She felt a vacuum cleaner of a mouth suck the
juices from her cunt. She felt Martin begin a slow,
agonizing trip from one end of her pink slit to the
other, licking and stimulating her the entire way.
Electrical discharges volted into her cunt, made it
water even more.
When Martin's tongue stabbed hard and fast into her
cunt, Judy came. Her climax racked her body and gripped
her muscles in a vise-tight grip. She didn't feel the
added flood of cunt juices she showered onto her lover-
son's face.
But Martin was sucking too hard to surrender and drawn
in that carnal flood. He enjoyed the succulence of the
inner oils from his mother's cunt. The salty, slightly
acrid taste made his hard-on quiver and feel as if it
would pop at any second.
The teenager controlled his desires and continued to
tongue and suck for all he was worth. He wanted to give
his mother the best tongue job he was capable of
giving. He wanted her to be satisfied. To take her mind
off the death sentence that had been meted out to Bert
King.
He succeeded.
"More, Martin! Oh God, MOOR!" Judy cried out.
Martin didn't answer. He was too busy slurping up the
tasty flood from Judy's pussy. His tongue twirling
drove relentlessly into the woman's inner sheath. He
felt the velvet-lined channel of her cunt ripple and
pulse with desire for him. The youth even felt the
powerful muscular contraction when another orgasm
seized Judy.
The youth knew that he was doing everything right by
the number and intensity of the orgasms he was giving
his mother. And he was just using his tongue!
What could he be doing if he shoved his steely-hard,
throbbing prick far tap her cunt?
His pink tongue began to rim the fur-lined cunt mouth.
His saliva mixed with the thicker cunt juice that
dribbled out of his mother's snatch. The bristly hairs
stung and tickled his tongue, but the boy kept up his
muff diving.
Soon, her meek little clitoris poked its head out of
the sheath of protective flesh to see what was going
on. Martin pounced on it like a cat on ~ mouse. His
mouth covered the tiny pillar of erectile tissue. He
knew this was where it was really at with Judy. It was
the center of all ~her sexual feelings.
He wouldn't neglect her cunt.
His tongue looped out and began to swirl and spiral
around the delicate fleshy organ. Judy's body was
constantly tossed and racked by uncontrollable passion
now. Whenever Martin touched, her clitoris, she felt
jabs of intense lightning blast though her gut. She was
being turned to water inside. She felt weak. The woman
could do nothing but lie back and enjoy, and thrust her
hips forward to expose her snatch and cum button to
Martin's questing tongue.
Martin had trapped the clit and wasn't going to let it
go. He was laying it with his saliva and allowing the
flood of Judy's cunt liquids to flow over the delicate
organ. When he began to lightly suck the pleasure-
button into his mouth, Judy came again.
The rocking and bucking and bunching of her body was a
minor distraction for the teenager. He was too
engrossed in sampling the little pleasure center to
give up his post even for a second.
Martin began to lightly gnaw on the cit. Each time his
teeth close6 down on her flesh, Judy twitched and
wiggled her hips. She tried to press even closer to her
son. She wanted more of this incredible mouth love. She
wanted Martin to tongue-flack her some more.
She was starved for anything he would do to her!
The youth wasn't going to disappoint her. His own cock
urged him on. It was becoming painful it was so stiff,
but Martin was enjoying the taste of his mother's cunt
too much to even think of poking his long prod into her
cunt.
Like a kitten lapping milk, Martin's tongue leaped out
and began a long, lewd licking at Judy's twatlips. He
started at the juncture where the cit was thinly erect
and pulsing with every beat of his mother's heart. He
worked his way dawn past the opening to her cunt and
sampled the fluids leaking out past the twin flaps of
blood-engorged labes. Then he worked back to the
sensitive perineum, that wondrous area between cunt and
asshole.
When Judy quivered and raised her hips for Martin to
give him access to her perineum, she also raised her
butt off the sofa. That exposed her asshole to the
lusting youth. It was an opportunity too good to pass
up.
Martin found the tightly held little bung and began to
caress it with his wet tongue. Judy's brownie was soon
drenched with saliva. When Martin began worming his
tongue tip into her shitter, Judy cried out, "No,
Martin, NO! Not there! Don't.... Don't bugger me!"
Martin smiled as best he could and continued to dull
his tongue up his mother's asshole. This was as much
fun as eating her out. Her cunt was juicy and tasty,
but this was... kinky!
Martin finally managed to get his tongue past the
tense, strained ring of muscle. His tongue surged into
Judy's ass. He began a slow back and forth motion of
mock flicking. I couldn't get his tongue very far up
his mother's asshole, but the excitement came in
trying!
He reached out and gripped both of his mother's
buttcheeks in his hands. He loved the way the tender
flesh seemed to flow under his grip. The pliant skin
rippled and moved like putty under his fingers. Martin
pulled as hard as he could to separate the buns.
When he'd done this, he found he could slam his cock-
hard tongue even further up Judy's asshole. Martin
wiggled his tongue around inside the tight, slimy
shitter. The action stimulated both of them, although
Judy didn't want to admit it.
She had little choice, however. Her body betrayed her
arousal. She came again.
"God! Chriiiist! FUUUCCCKKK!!"
Martin continued wiggling his tongue, making brief
excursions up and down the sweaty crack of Judy's ass.
His fingers became sweaty from holding apart her
asscheeks and slipped.
When that happened, Martin found his tongue trapped
between the two slabs of ass meat. He slipped his
tongue back and forth a few times trying to locate her
bung again. He failed in his attempts.
Knowing that he had just about finished with all the
mouth-flicking he could give his mother, Martin moved
his face away from Judy's crotch. He was surprised to
see the drawn, gaunt look on her face. For a brief
instant, he was afraid that he'd done something
horrible to his own mother.
Judy's first words reassured the youth, "Damn, but that
was fine, Martin. It really took all my energy. You're
as good with that tongue of yours as you are with your
prick."
At the mention of his prick, Martin looked between his
legs. The straining pillar of his cock was still
trapped inside his jeans. No wonder he was feeling such
intense pain!
His dick begged to be out in the open air so it could
scout around for a nice, juicy pussy to embed itself
in!
When Martin unzipped his fly, the purple-headed prick
jumped out with the power of a battering ram smashing
into a door. He watched his cock quiver and throb.
Judy couldn't miss the lovely sight of an erect dong,
either.
She gently said, "Now that you've given me pleasure,
it's time I did the same for you."
Martin wouldn't have turned down that invitation for
anything in the world!
CHAPTER SIX
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"Martin," Judy said, her voice low and husky from the
sex she had been enjoying so much, "let me give you
some - of the pleasure you've been giving me."
Martin eyed his mother's exposed body, then thought
about her tantalizjng asshole. He'd never flicked a
woman up the butt before. The mere idea made his cock
quiver and throb with renewed vigor. The youth felt as
if his prick would explode cum all over the place just
thinking about fucking his mother's ass.
Judy seemed to read Martin's mind. She said, "How would
you like to screw me... up the rear?"
Martin's eyes widened at the thought. It was something
he'd never turn down. He wasn't stupid!
To be fucking that ultra-tight hole would be nothing
short of a carnal paradise!
"You bet!" he cried eagerly. "There's nothing I'd
rather be doing with... this!"
Martin held his jerking dong out for Judy to see. The
plum-colored head seemed to expand as he talked. The
woman licked her lips and took a deep breath. Thinking
of what his dick would feel like as it raced up her
butt made her juicy in the cunt again. She'd love to
have Martin's massive cock inside her cunt, fucking the
living hell out of her.
But to have that massive pole in her ass, fucking her
tightest hole was something that she longed for even
more!
Judy quickly slipped entirely out of her dressing gown
as Martin removed his clothes. They had to be naked for
the fuck to be fully enjoyable to both of them. There
was nothing quite as seductive or erotic as seeing
naked flesh gleaming in the light, sweat shining
brightly on thrashing limbs, the sight of juicy pussy
and throbbing hard prick.
In a flash, Judy was down on her hands and knees with
her ass wiggling in the air. Martin swallowed hard. The
sight of his mother's gently rounded butt sticking up
in the air was almost too much for him. His balls
tumbled and churned and felt like they'd blast apart at
any instant.
The teenager calmed his raging nuts down. He wouldn't
come until his dong was buried balls deep up that
inviting ass wobbling around in front of him.
Judy knew that the sight of her rear was driving Martin
wild with passion. To be flicked doggie-style was fun,
but she really got off on the idea of having her ass
fucked. But it had to be hard. Rough. Even brutal or
she couldn't get the full enjoyment out of a corn
holing that she should.
Judy told. Martin, "Be rough. Don't worry about hurting
me! I need you screwing my asshole fast and hard and
big! And rough!"
Martin licked his lips as he placed his hands on the
cool half-moons of Judy's butt. The flesh was pliant,
seemed to glow with an inner radiance all of its own.
He wanted nothing mare than to allow his animal
passions to run rampant, to fuck her ass as wildly and
brutally as he could.
Yet the boy hesitated. That was the way his father did
things. His father would have virtually butt-raped.
Judy. Could he do anything that crass?
But wasn't his mother asking him to be rough? She had
to get off on it or she wouldn't have been so plaintive
in her demands for a hard and fast buggering.
"Ready, Mom?"
"Ready!"
Martin's fingers slipped into the dank, humid crack of
his mother's ass. The area was slick with sweat from
their earlier lovemaking. Martin could still feel his
saliva mixed with the sweat from his mother's body.
The slipperiness excited him even more. He squeezed
down and felt the ass flesh flow under his fingers. He
began rotating the blobs of meat under his hands. He
tried to rip the lovely globes off his mother's body.
He pulled. He strained. He moved the buns in different
directions. Judy loved it.
The feeling of having Martin's hands on her rump was
exciting. But the sudden tearing feeling deep in her
gut was even more exciting. That twisting and turning
of her ass made her feel nerves explode into action
that had lain sleeping inside her for too long.
The brutal action of her son's hands on her butt
created a sexual beast inside her. She panted in
reaction. Her bean beat faster. The sound of blood
pounded in her ears. The woman was becoming totally
roused by the manhandling of her butt.
"That's it, Martin! That's the way! Treat me rough!
Make me feel the pain all the way up my belly!"
Martin continued his ripping and tearing actions. He
pulled with all his might. He shoved and pulled at the
same time. Then, in a flash of inspiration, he began to
swat his mother's ass with the flat of his hand.
Rosy-red streaks began to appear. Her buns began to
turn fiery red as slap after slap landed. Martin
quickened the speed of his blows. He was really getting
into paddling his mother with his hand.
Judy's body went berserk. She felt the sharp sting from
his blows on her ass. They rocketed into her body and
quickened her pulse even more. But the swats also
unlocked hidden desires in her body.
The woman felt her cunt begin to water. The cunt juice
dribbled down her tender inner thigh. The hair of her
pussy mound became matted and soggy from her liquid
lust. Every time Martin's hand smacked into her butt,
new sensations pummeled her brain.
The stimulating spanking was mildly turning her on. She
wanted Martin to continue. She needed him to spank her
until her butt blistered.
Martin couldn't help but notice the gushing of juice
out of his mother's pussy. He knew that he was doing
the right thing in spanking her. She needed this pain
to fully enjoy what was to come.
Judy's butt looked like it had been sunburned. It
glowed a cherry red. Martin began to land increasingly
hard blows. Every time he pulled back, Judy crouched.
As his hand plummeted down, his mother would shove her
ass back to make the slap even more painful. She was
adding to her own perverse enjoyment by the seductive
action of her hips.
Martin didn't miss the motion. it reminded him that he
wanted to fuck her ass. His own cock was hurting
painfully. If he wanted to take advantage of the wanton
woman he had created, to get her to shove back' into
his groin as his mighty sword of hard cock penetrated
her asshole, he'd have to do it soon.
"Ready for this yet?" Martin asked, not giving a damn
if his mother was or not.
He lunged forward with his iron-hard prick in search of
the tiny little bung. Martin missed. He couldn't
possibly have guided~ his raging ~dong without taking
it firmly in hand.
The pain echoed back along his shaft and screamed in
his balls. He'd have to do better than that!
Martin eased himself forward until he found the gaping
hole of. Judy's cunt. The juice squirting out of that
hole beckoned to him. Martin realized that he'd need a
bit of lubrication oil his prick or he'd never be able
to get into Judy's asshole.
With a quick, practiced motion, Martin crammed his cock
balls deep up Judy's cunt.
The unexpected entry into her pussy made her gasp. She
felt the mighty, quivering pecker sear her innards. The
racing piston of pleasure warmed her inside. She could
feel the prick jerking with-unbridled lust for her. The
walls of her cunt transmitted the slightest motion to
her brain.
Judy's body trembled in reaction. She hadn't been
expecting Martin to fuck her cunt. She had been tensed
and ready for a forceful entry up her ass. But she'd do
the best she could with his prick where it was. The
woman clamped down on her son's cock with her powerful
cunt muscles.
She felt the big blue vein on the top of Martin's prick
rub against her sensitive inner walls. The juices
squirted out around his plug of meat and continued to
dribble down her inner leg. The broad, hood-shaped knob
seemed to expand inside her snatch. She reveled in the
sensation of being filled to overflowing with rock-hard
pecker. Martin's prick was the best thing in the world
for Judy. She enjoyed his buried cock to the fullest.
The woman wiggled her hips the smallest bit to
stimulate her son to further activity.
Martin wanted to fuck in and out of his mother's
clasping cunt as wildly as he could. But he still had
his sights set on something else. That tiny asshole was
more inviting. It promised to be even tighter and
hotter than this steamy cunt.
The boy wasn't going to pass that up for a replay of
the times he had already flicked his mother's twat.
The teenager withdrew slowly. The smacking noise filled
the air and sound6d obscene. As Martin finally broke
the vacuum he had created inside Judy's cunt, his prick
snapped free of the powerfully clutching muscles in her
belly.
His cock glistened with twat juice. He looked at its
shaking length and knew he was ready for the butt-
flicking he had started.
Martin grabbed two handfuls of his mother's ass again
and pulled-hard!
"OOOOHHH! That hurrrts!" she cried. Martin ignored her
pleas. She had wanted it hard, rough. That was the way
she was going to get it.
Martin positioned his cockhead against his mother's
tiny asshole. The hard muscle wasn't going to let him
in without a fight. Martin began to push against the
ring of rock-hard muscle.
He started with a slow, insistent pressure. When he
felt her bung starting to melt under his onslaught, the
boy pushed even harder.
With the suddenness of a summer storm, his mighty dong
surged up his mother's asshole. In a split second, the
tightest, hottest female flesh he'd ever felt
surrounded his dick.
Martin's full eight inches of cock had raced up Judy's
ass and was now buried balls deep inside her bowels.
If the suddenness surprised Martin, it both surprised
and hurt Judy. One instant, her asshole was resisting
the invasion. The next, it felt as if a burning poker
had been shoved into her guts. The sudden intrusion
made her feel as if she were being ripped apart.
Membrane stretched to take the monster cock suddenly
gouging into her tight butt.
Tissue pulled in odd directions inside her body. Her
ass seemed to be filled with molten lead. Her bowels
burned with the enema of Martin's cock stirring around
inside her.
"UHHHH!!" Judy screamed. She hadn't realized it would
hurt this much!
All thought was shoved from Judy's brain. AM that
remained was her body's own actions. She began to
respond to the fucking of her ass on an instinctive,
animal level. She was a bitch in heat. She wanted her
stud to fuck her as brutally as possible.
Her hips seemed to move of their own volition. She
crammed herself back into Martin's groin to take his
torturing, tormenting prick even deeper into her
brutalized guts.
Martin felt the soft asscheeks rubbing against his
hairy thighs. The gentle stimulation broke him out of
his reverie. He could have stayed buried eight inches
up Judy's ass all day long. The heat, the intense
pressure all around his cock made him sure he'd flicked
into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot water.
He couldn't remember ever being in a hotter, tighter
hole. This was something he had dreamed about but never
thought existed.
Martin was sure that his prong would be burned off from
the incredible heat coming from Judy's asshole. He felt
her twitching her hips, slowly moving her ass in small
circles to stimulate him even more. The teenager
decided that he'd put up with this enough-it was time
to get down to serious fucking!
Martin pulled back a short ways and his cock almost
slipped out of Judy's bung. Only the hooded tip of his
prick remained inside his mother's tight, burning hot
asshole. With a powerful, savage lunge, Martin crammed
his full eight inches of dick back into its hot, hungry
berth.
The gasp of pain and pleasure from his mother spurred
him on. Martin began fucking the tight, clutching
shitter with all his might. The tightening of the
puckered ass sphincter seemed to grip down on his rod
like a noose.
The boy felt compressed, squeezed to death. But he
continued his violent fucking. He was experiencing the
most intense pleasure he could ever remember.
One savage thrust forward threw Martin full length onto
his mother's back. He reached around and under her for
support. When he realized that Judy could support both
of their weights, the teenager passionately clutched at
her boobs. He took the pendulous, swinging blobs of tit
flesh in his fists and squeezed as hard as he could.
If Judy wanted it rough, that was the way she'd get it!
The woman moaned and her body twitched under his.
Martin continued the pistoning motion of his hips. He
dr6ve as far up his mother's butt as he could with each
thrust. The burning heat ~that surrounded his cock, the
feel of the pliant boobs under his hands, the excited
bucking of Judy's body all drove him on.
Judy couldn't hold back the orgasm that had been
building up in her loins. With the feel of Martin's
hard, gripping hands on her tits, she came.
The fingerprints he left on her firm white flesh were
only one indication of the ferocity of their fucking.
Judy's butt was still a bright red from the spanking
Martin had given her. The warmth from his hand radiated
throughout her lower body and lighted the fires of
desire. As Martin stroked in and out of her asshole,
Judy knew that she could come again at any instant.
The tearing, searing feeling as her son's prick raced
in and out of her bung stimulated her more than she'd
have ever thought possible. Every single action was
calculated to drive her into a wild sexual frenzy.
He was fucking her like an animal. She'd respond like
an animal!
"SHIIIT!" she screeched. Another orgasm tore through
her as Martin's monstrous dong slammed home up her ass
again and again.
She was filled with fire ants crawling, biting, and
stinging. The woman was driven to the brink of insanity
with the lust she held for her own son. The feelings
cascading through her body made her acutely aware of
every singe nerve in her cunt, her asshole, her boobs.
Judy climaxed again.
This time it was Martin who cried out, "UUUUMMM!
OOOHHHH!" as he felt the already firm tunnel he was
reaming out collapse around his dong. The boy's cock
was squashed flat by the powerful contractions that
seized Judy's body. Martin knew that his rod would be
squeezed to a pulp if the intense heat didn't burn his
prong off to a nubbin first.
This orgasm, though, triggered Martin's come. He felt
the hat sperm jetting along his fleshy firehose. In a
split second, his cum. splattered Judy's asshole.
Martin's cock seemed to explode with the violence of
his orgasm.
He hung on, bucking and bunching as hard as he could
while his creamy, gooey cum rocketed into his mother's
butt. Martin gripped her jugs with feverish intensity,
bruising her tits in his unbridled passion.
But Judy didn't, even notice. Another orgasm was
rippling through her torso, shaking her like a huge
earthquake.
Together, the mother and son trembled and shook and
humped together. The butt-fucking was soon over.
Martin's peter had been milked dry by the sucking hot
tailpipe of his mother's ass.
The fierce grasp he had on Judy's tits relaxed. To
either's surprise, they were exhausted after the
frantic fucking.
They collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Judy's
ass still burned with fiery insistence where Martin's
prong had reamed her out. Delicate tissues had been
rearranged, pulled out of shape. But it had been great.
She had loved every second of the violent buggering!
Martin sighed, "That's about the best fucking, ever,
Mom. The best I ever had."
"Likewise, dear. You're going to be really good if you
keep up the practice like this."
Martin started to laugh. He told his mother, "Most
parents want their kid to practice the piano. And here
you want me to practice and keep playing with you!
That's really something else!"
"But nice, very nice." Judy paused for a moment to
catch her breath. Then she continued, "You make me
forget about Bert. That's what matters. You have a way
of lifting me out of this world when you stuff that
wonderful prick of yours into me."
She looked at Martin's "wonderful prick" and laughed.
It had deflated into a sleeping worm, covered with his
own cum.
Martin smiled. "Even the best of 'em have to go to
sleep sometimes!"
Chapter Seven
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Martin was glad that they had decided to move to
another town. Their town had become a living hell for
his mother. Everything reminded her of her dead
husband. But the move to Ohio, had presented problems
that none of them had anticipated.
For all the talk about equal fights, they quickly found
that, in Ohio, a woman couldn't own property without a
husband's name on the papers.
"But my husband's dead!" Judy pleaded. "What do you
mean I can't buy this house? I have the money!"
"Sorry," the man at the real-estate office said, "I
just follow the laws as they're written. If you
remarried or your son was old enough, then everything
would be okay. But now..." He opened his hands in an
expressive gesture as he shrugged.
Martin and Judy left the office in disgust. "That's the
mast ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" snorted Martin.
"Not letting us buy the house because you aren't
married."
They both stopped and looked at each other for a
moment. The same thought had occurred to both of them
at the same time. They laughed, threw their arms around
each other and went off to find another real-estate
agent. If the law said they had to be married, then, by
damn, they would tell everyone they were married!
Three hours after they found another real-estate agent,
they signed the papers on a house. "Thanks, Mr. King,"
the man said. "Hope you and your wife will be happy
here."
Martin smiled and pulled Judy closer to him. "I'm sure
we will, Mr. Reese."
"Well, looks like we're going to be neighbors. Just
call me Ty."
"Why, thank you, Ty. Glad to have you for a neighbor."
Martin looked adoringly into his mother's eyes and then
said to Reese, "If you don't mind, we've got some
housekeeping to do. You know, setting them up, sort of
christening the place."
"Huh? Oh, sure," Reese leered. "See you around!" With
that, the man left.
In a few minutes, Martin and Judy were alone.
"Well, husband, what's it feel like to own your own
home?"
"Pretty good, wife!" Martin began to unroll a curled-up
mattress until it covered most of one bedroom floor.
"Do you think we can get by with this? I mean, you're
young-looking but won't people talk about you keeping a
young squirt like me around?"
"To hell with them!" Judy said as her mouth closed on
Martin's. Together, they crumpled to the mattress. The
feel of Martin's strong, youthful body against her made
Judy want her son more than ever. And if the charade
could be played out, everyone would think they were
married.
She felt Martin's hand fondling her jugs. The warmth
that began to fill her was ~sheer heaven to the woman.
She relished these sessions with Martin more and more.
She had come to rely on him ever since Bert had died.
Now, for all intents and purposes, everyone thought
they were married and would continue to think so.
"Ummm, that's nice!" Judy muttered as Martin slipped
the blouse off her creamy shoulders to expose her
perfectly formed tits. When his mouth closed on her
nipple, Judy wiggled closer and shoved out her chest.
She wanted to make sure her son had ample room to give
her boob the mouthing she loved so much.
Martin caught the slowly rising spire of nipple between
his teeth. He began to gently gnaw sand bite down on
his mother's boob until she was moaning and writhing
about in joy. The boy sucked her tit into his mouth,
slowly taking the entire mound in. The marshmallow
pillow barely fit Martin's jaw muscles were strained to
take so much fit flesh into his mouth.
But he didn't complain. His tongue was too busy fucking
and dancing over the very tip of the cone of alabaster
flesh. The tiny button seemed to beg to be given a
tongue-lashing. Martin did his best to make sure the
nipple didn't feel neglected, as he had engulfed the
entire boob.
His hands never stopped. They constantly moved,
undressed, delved and roamed. When he found his
mother's naked pussy, he discovered that his cock was
straining and huffing. It had to be freed from his
trousers. It screamed to be buried in that fluid well
of cunt.
Judy attended to the job of unzipping Martin's fly.
With a quick rolling motion, he crouched between his
mother's spread thighs. He slipped his arms under her
knees and lifted until her calves were on top of his
shoulders.
With a powerful forward motion, Martin bent Judy
double. In this uncomfortable position, her cunt opened
to him fully. As if he were doing a push-up, Martin
lowered his body. The very tip of his cock - touched
Judy's damp snatch. He lowered himself a fraction of an
inch farther.
With this descent, the purpled crown of his prick
parted his mother's pussylips.
"Oh, Martin, fuck me! I need your cock inside me! Fuck
me, damn you!" she cried, beginning to mutter
incoherent little words as her passion rose.
Martin lowered himself an inch farther. His dong
slipped into the already liquid cunt. He found himself
lost in a sea of joy. His prick was wet from his
mother's cunt juices. A hot, gulping sheath of excited
female flesh surrounded him.
As he bent Judy double, her knees pressing against her
fits, Martin fully penetrated his mother's box. The
feet of Martin's prong surging fail length into her
cunt made Judy moan with pleasure. Having her fits
compressed under her own knees made it hard to breath
and she couldn't move back and forth at all.
How desperately she wanted to wiggle and thrash about
now that she had her son's cock in her cunt! To raise
himself slowly! Judy felt Martin began to let his prick
slide out of her twat a slow, agonizing inch at a time.
She gasped when the pressure left her legs and she
could breathe again.
With the force of a falling boulder, Martin dropped
onto his mother's legs and his prick speared her hard
and deep in the cunt. He twitched slightly from side to
side. Judy felt the watch fires of lust burn inside
her. The embers fanned themselves into raging blazes as
Martin stroked in and out of her pussy.
The feel of him crushing her to the mattress was
indescribably peat. She needed the roughness, the hard
length of his cock surging into her soggy flick-hole.
"Keep fucking me, darling! Keep it uuuuup! OOHHH!!"
Martin felt his cock crushed by the supreme strength of
his mother's cunt muscles. He was locked inside her
body. His prick was snared in a velvety bear trap. He
couldn't budge his dong an inch either way as the
convulsive force of Judy s climax smashed down around
him.
Martin punted, then yanked out of the flowing slash. He
began pumping up and down as fast as he could. The
friction warmed him. The pressure along the sides of
his fleshy shaft seemed to suck at his cock. He knew
that his mother's thirsty cunt would soon suck out
every drop of his cum.
He continued flicking her as hard as he could. Each
time he bent her double, her body trembled a bit more.
She was approaching another orgasm.
But this time, Martin knew that he'd join her.
The liquid noise as he fucked her filled the empty
room, echoed throughout the house. It sounded lewd,
obscene, and dirty. But Martin didn't give a damn. All
he knew or cared about were the feelings rising in his
balls.
The hairy little sac containing his jewels had hardened
into a taut ball. His sperm churned and boiled inside.
The murky cream screamed for release. And Martin's
entire dick seemed to grow every trip up Judy's
clutching, seething cunt.
His hips took over. His arms seemed tireless. He fucked
faster and faster like a berserk locomotive.
The tide of his cum raced down his shaft just as he
shoved his dong balls deep up Judy's grasping snatch.
As he spewed out his lava-hot jizz, Judy came.
Together, they grunted and strained until their mutual
passions were completely spent.
Exhausted, they fell apart.
Judy gently touched Martin's cheek and said, "I don't
care if you are my son, and you're the best goddamn lay
I've ever had."
Martin wanly smiled, then kissed his mother. "And
you're in a league all by yourself!"
Judy caressed her son's back as they rested. She was
amazed at the power of her orgasms, at the number of
times she had come. Her naked body felt alive, vibrant
and good.
After a while, they rested, stretched out next to each
other, both yawning, tired and with that pleasant
sensation still clinging to them. Karen wrapped her son
in her arms, holding him against her tits as they
drifted into a well-deserved sleep.
***
When Judy woke up the next morning, she found the
lights still on. For a moment she was puzzled,
wondering if anyone had entered the house during the
night. Then she remembered they had gone to sleep
without turning them out; Martin was on his back,
sleeping soundly.
She looked at her son, smiling with affection. He
looked much younger in sleep, and she waited to hug and
kiss him, smother him with her love. His chest rose and
fell rhythmically, his breathing even. He slept with
his legs spread out, and she gazed at the way his cock
stood straight up, one or two dark hairs finally
visible at the base. His balls looked larger than they
should have been for his age, but she loved it that
way. Those young balls held what she desired so much...
loads and loads of sweet come juice.
Sitting up, she stroked his balls with a light finger.
Martin moaned in his sleep but didn't wake up. She
closed her fist about his hard cock and pumped gently
and lightly, feeling his prick throb against her hand.
Her other hand held his balls tenderly as she slowly
worked the other hand up and down his cock. She stared
at his piss hole, watching it flare open, moisture
starting to collect there.
She ran her thumb over his piss hole, and then lifted
her thumb to her mouth. She flicked the tip of her
tongue over her thumb, tasting the wetness of her son's
cock. She gave his prick a squeeze, watching beads of
moisture form on his piss hole. Martin moaned again in
sleep, but didn't wake up. Judy squeezed his cock to
bring more slippery wetness to his prick head. She ran
her tongue over her lips, wanting to have her lips on
his cock.
Leaning down, she touched the tip of her tongue very
lightly against his smooth prick head, and then drew
across the seeping piss hole. She tasted her son's
juices, making a soft mewl of pleasure. Closing her
lips about the swollen head of his cock, she ran her
tongue about, circling and lapping his piss hole. She
kept hold of his tender balls, sliding her wet lips
down on him, taking his cock into her mouth. The heat
of his prick, the throbbing hardness of his cock
between her lips and going deeper into her mouth caused
a small orgasm to go off between her thighs.
When her lips pressed against the base of Martin's
cock, the smooth prick head was at her throat. She held
his cock this way for a while, enjoying the feel and
taste in her mouth. There was no reason for her to keep
him asleep, of course, but it was fun to hold his cock
in her mouth as he slept so innocently. She began to
rub her cunt as she sucked very slowly up and down.
Mewls of pleasure, soft but hot, bubbled from her.
"Ooow, wow!" Martin said.
Judy turned her eyes toward him, keeping his cock
stuffed in her mouth, her tongue pressing his cock to
the roof of her mouth. Holding her lips very tight, she
sucked upward slowly, pulling her mouth off his prick.
"You like waking up this way, baby?"
"It's great, Mother!"
She gripped his cock, jerking her fist up and down
swiftly and tightly now that he was awake. More fuck
juices bubbled to his piss hole, and she swiped her
tongue across his cock head, licking them away.
"Suck my cock again!" Martin urged, arching his hips
up.
Judy giggled, but closed her mouth about his prick and
sucked hard, sliding her lips up and down quickly, then
slowing to savor the throbbing hardness better. She
twisted his young balls, bringing a moan of ecstasy
from her son.
"Mmmm," Judy mewled, pulling her mouth off his cock.
"Don't come, darling. As much as I'd love to have you
coming off in my hot mouth, I want to do something else
this morning."
She pulled his cock back into her mouth, her eyes
turned up to watch his face, to see his happy
expression while she sucked on his prick. Martin shoved
a hand down and cupped one of his mother's tits,
playing with her tit and watching her lips stretch
about his cock, feeling the heat of her wet mouth and
the licking of her greedy tongue.
Martin started fucking his mother in her mouth as his
pleasure increased. Judy held her head still above him,
moaning softly, letting him fuck her mouth this way.
She slipped her hand under his young, tight ass,
pulling his prick deep into her mouth. Her tongue
swirled in constant motion as Martin fucked his cock in
and out.
Holding his cock with her lips, Judy squirmed about
until she had her cunt toward her son's head. She
lifted one knee, spreading her legs. She pressed at the
back of Martin's head, letting him know she wanted her
cunt kissed. Martin shoved his face between his
mother's thighs and kissed her cunt, then began
licking, his tongue swirling about her hairy pussy
lips, darting against her swollen clit and plunging
into the fiery wetness of her cunt.
He turned onto his side, grasping his mother by her
naked ass with both hands, pulling her hairy cunt
tightly into his face. Judy, too, clutched at her son's
tight ass, her mouth sucking on his hard cock. She
wiggled her crotch against his mouth, mewling softly
around his cock.
They sucked each other for a while, letting their early
morning excitement build. Soft, wet, slurping sounds
came from their eagerly licking and sucking mouths.
Their hands were pulling at each other's ass.
Then Judy sucked back from his cock. She pulled her
cunt away from his now-smeared face, looking between
them at him. "Honey, I need your cock in me," she
whispered. "I need to feel it in my ass again. Fuck me
in my ass, baby."
Martin started to get to his knees, but she stopped
him.
"No, let me on top," she said.
Martin rolled onto his back, his cock standing up,
glistening from the wetness of her hot, hungry mouth.
Judy straddled her son, her cunt spreading as she
grasped his cock and rubbed the swollen prick head
between the cheeks of her ass, brushing his cock about
her tightly puckered asshole.
Martin watched his mother, seeing her cunt, the dark
curls of her pussy and the wetness dripping to his
stomach. Judy began to ease her ass down, feeling the
head of his cock pressing against the tight heat of her
asshole. Her eyes began to roll as a stab of ecstasy
rippled through her.
"Oooo, so good!" she whimpered, settling lower. "It's
almost in my asshole, Martin!"
Judy moved slowly, feeling her asshole stretch as the
head of her son's cock began to enter. She bit at her
bottom lip when the round head penetrated her asshole.
Now it was easier to take the rest of his wonderful
cock into her ass. Still she moved down slowly,
enjoying the burning sensation. When she had every inch
of his cock inside her asshole, she sat there for a
moment or so, grinning down at him.
"It's in all the way, Martin," she said huskily. "I've
got your cock all the way up my asshole. And I'm going
to keep it there forever."
The muscles of her asshole flexed, squeezing the base
of his cock. Martin placed his hands on his mother's
knees, trying to arch upwards, but her weight was too
much for him.
"No, you just lie still -- let me do all the work. Let
Mother fuck you with her hot asshole."
Judy began to lift and lower her ass, fucking her son's
cock with the tightness of her asshole. Martin could
see her cunt, the hairy lips parted, could feel her
fuck juice dripping onto his stomach. He was very
excited, his hands digging into her rounded knees. The
feel of her asshole gripping his cock so tightly sent a
shiver of ecstasy through his body.
"I'm going to turn around," Judy said.
She started turning without lifting her ass off his
cock. When she was sitting on him side ways, she
paused, fucking up and down on his cock with her
asshole.
"You like this, darling?"
"It's great, Mother!"
She fucked him a while longer, sitting side ways on
him, her asshole scorching his cock with tight heat.
She could feel her son's cock so hard and throbbing
between the fiery ring of her asshole, his prick as
deep as possible. Then she twisted around on his cock
until she was facing his feet, her ass grinding against
him.
Martin stared at his mother's spreading ass cheeks,
seeing her asshole stretched about his cock. He was
holding her hips now, breathing hard with the
excitement of what he saw and felt. The view was
erotic, as Judy intended it to be. She pumped her ass
up and down, almost pulling all the way off his cock
before thrusting down again.
"Can you see it, Martin?" she groaned.
"Can you see my asshole fucking your cock?"
"I sure can, Mother!"
"Watch Mother's ass, Martin! Watch my ass fuck you!
Watch Mother's asshole fucks your hard, sweet cock!"
Each time his mother came down on his cock, his balls
would smash against her boiling cunt. His balls were
slippery with the wetness of her seeping pussy,
increasing their erotic pleasures. Judy whipped her ass
up and down, twisting about, taking his cock as deep as
she could into her fiery asshole. Without any effort on
her part, Judy's asshole squeezed her son's cock hard
as she fucked him. She shoved his balls against her
cunt as she pressed her asshole tightly onto him,
grinding in a circling motion, squealing with ecstasy.
"Ohhh, this is going to make me come, Martin!"
"I am too, Mother!"
Judy stated fucking him swiftly, her orgasm swelling
inside her stomach. She thought she could feel her
son's cock becoming larger inside her asshole. She
clung to his balls as her naked ass whipped up and
down. Martin was grunting as his discharge began to
boil inside his hairless balls.
When the convulsion hit Judy, her asshole started
squeezing at his cock. She plunged her asshole down
hard on him, grinding against the base of his cock,
pressing his balls into her cunt as she came.
Martin, feeling the contractions of his mother's
asshole around his cock, his balls being stuffed into
her hot cunt, could not hold his climax back.
He started coming with mind-shattering squirts. Spurt
after spurt of come juice spewed up his mother's
asshole. Feeling her son's cock gushing into her
asshole sent Judy into a final spasm of ecstasy. She
was still coming as she fell forward, his cock still
inside her asshole.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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