Chapter 14

Regina held to her son, locked her legs at the ankles across the small of his warm back and wiggled slowly, very sensuously, upon his buried cock. Dale panted and groaned, and lifted her ass so that his prick could slam home deeper into her vibrating pussy.

“Mom! Oh Mother—you sweet, hot bitch! I’m going to come in you—let go my load in your cunt. Here it is—here it comes—oh Mom, Mom!

She quivered inside and out when the wondrous ejaculation hosed into her clenching pussy, when her son’s young, powerful semen came spurting and splashing over her womb. The walls of her vagina clamped upon his shaft, gone very slippery in the oysterlike discharge. She bit down upon him with all the muscles of her cunt, rolled her pelvis and made his prick slosh around inside the saturated cavity of her vagina.

Dale’s come, she thought—Dale’s hot semen was now inundating her pussy; her son’s come sliding inside her body—and it was a joy beyond description, a rapture so intense that Regina felt it like pain. How fabulous it was, to be fucked by him, how superb to be screwed by this son she had borne and raised and taught. Now she was helping teach him more about love, in the classroom of her pussy.

She never wanted him to take out his cock; she wanted to keep it captive in her body forever, to get stuck to him the way dogs sometimes do.

He breathed softly into her ear, “Mother, darling—what a crazy piece of ass you are—all hot and tight and juicy, just the way I always imagined you would be, if I ever got lucky enough to screw you. And I always dreamed about fucking you, since I was old enough to raise a hard-on. Believe me, I raised plenty of hards just looking at you. Man oh man—but I dig the way your sleek ass moves when you walk, and how your tits bob up and down, and that bitchy look around your eyes.”

“My baby,” she said, stroking his back and moving her ass in tender small circles, sliding her hairy pelvis over his. “Darling—I never knew. I mean, there were times when the thought of having sex with you passed briefly through my mind, but immediately following that thought came the big taboo of incest. So I shoved the idea away. Now I’m sorry I did. Just think of all the fucking we could have had by now.”

“We’ll make up for it, Mom,” he said. “We’ll fuck all we want, all we can stand, and then we’ll think of something else.”

“Oh son, I love you,” she murmured, stroking tenderly upon his imbedded prick. “I love you in every way now—as my boy, my baby; as my lover, my husband—as my hard young prick.”

He kissed her, slid his tongue into her welcoming mouth, but only for a little while; then he said against her lips: “Once I got a picture of you through the bathroom window, just when you were about to step into the shower. You were naked, and I used to stare at your body in that picture, especially at this golden, fluffy hair on your pussy, and I’d play with my cock, pretending I had it in you. Whenever you’d get a little high and go to bed with Dad, then I’d think—they’re going to fuck. I’d sneak up to your door and listen. I heard you moan and talk dirty to him. I heard the bed squeak and once—I even heard the sound his cock made in your pussy when you were all wet and squishy. It made me crazy.”

“Poor darling,” she whispered against the smooth column of his throat. “I’ll make it up to you. Dale —Stella Baker wasn’t your first lay, was she?”

“No,” he said. “I was fifteen when I screwed my first girl, and I’ve had four others since. But you know—I always pretended they were you. I’d close my eyes and pretend that I was cramming my prick into the cunt I wanted most, your cunt.”

“How sweet,” she said, caressing his ass. “And you didn’t hate me last night, seeing me do all those things with your father and Chuck; yes, and with Stella, too?”

“Hate you? How could I, Mom? That really proved to me you were everything I hoped—so hot you’d fuck anywhere; so wild you’d suck cock and so far-out that you would swing with a woman, and play sixty-nine eating her pussy. I want you so bitchy, you’ll do everything with me, and so I can do everything to you.”

She sighed tremulously. “Anything you want, darling; everything you desire. Tell me something else—did any of the girls you screwed—did any of them go down on you, eat that glorious prick?”

“No,” he said. “They’re kind of touchy about that.”

“Then I’ll be the first,” she said. “I’d love that. Wait—not Stella, either?”

He shook his head, kissed her lips softly. “Not her, either. I was too worn out, after fucking her three times running. She said she was going to, though.”

“After me, she will,” Regina said. “I’m going to get at least one cherry from my own son.”

And with that, she twisted out from under him, snapped his stiff cock from the clasp of her pussy with a practiced roll of her ass, and urged him over onto his back.

“There, baby. Just lie there and relax while your mother takes care of you with some nice oral sex.”

He said, “Shouldn’t I wipe off, or something?”

“No way,” she said quickly. “I want to eat you just as you are, with your semen still on your cock, mixed with my juices.”

She leaned over and kissed his mouth, running her tongue in and out while he caressed her dangling tits. Then she moved down to the base of his throat, and over to one of his little boy nipples, licking it and biting it gently. She gave the other nubbin the same tantalizing treatment, and left for the satiny planes of his belly.

Licking hotly, kissing and nipping, she tasted the flavors of his skin, the aroma of his flesh. There was a scattering of pale blond hair reaching to his navel, and she trailed the path of it with her wet tongue, knowing the excited squirming of her son’s body as she aroused him more.

When she darted the end of her tongue into the indentation of his bellybutton, he grunted and his hands shot down to take her by the head. His pelvis heaved and she knew the tapping of his shaft along her cheek.

“So lovely,” she breathed, “so male and beautiful. I adore your prick, Dale.”

But she didn’t take it into her mouth right away. Instead, she lapped down to his hairy pelvic mound, running her tongue through the pubic curls, drawing it tickling around the base of his throbbing cock. Cupping his enticing balls in one hand, she lifted them to the ministrations of her avid mouth, spreading her lips wide so that she could suck them.

“That’s it, Mom!” he cried out. “Oh baby—that’s the way to set me on fire!”

She eased his balls out between her teeth and turned her head so she could take the shaft of his prick between them, grating gently up along the silken skin to the flange of the protruding head. She kissed the head then, but only lightly, while her son jerked and sucked his breath in sharply.

Then Regina crawled between his legs, using her knees to spread his thighs wider. Slipping down, going to her elbows, she extended her legs behind, and ran both palms slowly, teasingly, over Dale’s groin, fingering into his scrotum, handling the trunk of his cock.

Lowering her face inch by inch, she kissed the tip of his prick, savoring the exotic spices of the semen already there, knowing the intriguing flavor of his cock. Running her tongue around the flexing head, she teased it, wet it. Only then did she open her lips and put them around the spongy knob that had never appeared more beautiful to her.