Chapter 2

DAY 02

ELKE AND LES

“Les and I both were so exhausted by the fantastic orgasms, he slumped down across me and struggled to bring his breathing under control. My pussy was flooded with his come, and I could feel it ooze out around his cock as it became soft and wrinkled inside me.

“While he relaxed, I petted him on his naked ass and crooned about how much I loved him. I told him he had no need for a girlfriend any longer, especially one that would tease him until he was ready to come off in his pants, then run away laughing at what she had done. I told him, as he lay on top of me, that I would do everything for him that any girl could do, and I reminded him that I loved him more than any other girl could possibly love him.

“After about five or ten minutes, my son lifted himself up, staring down into my eyes. There was expression behind his eyes that told me he was going to feel ashamed about what we had done. I patted him on his ass again and smiled, wiggling my pussy around his prick. ‘Please, baby, don’t be ashamed of this. I loved it, and I know you did. I know it was the first time you ever fucked a girl, but, darling, this won’t be the last time you fuck me! I’ll fuck you so much, you won’t want to look at one of those simpering little cunts again! “My son pulled his prick out of me then, and sat back on his heels. I squirmed around until I found my panties, then I took hold of his shriveled prick and wiped it clean. After I finished with him, I parted my thighs and wiped my pussy. He watched me, then said, ‘Are you sure this is okay, Mother? I mean, sure, I like it, but is it all right for us to do this with each other?’

“I patted his face and kissed him on the mouth. ‘As long as we love each other, then everything we do is all right, darling,’ I told him.

“I stood up and taking his hand, led him to my bedroom. I removed his shirt, then had him sit down on the bed while I took off his shoes and socks. Now that my son was naked, I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the bed, then I removed my garter belt and nylons. Les gazed at my nakedness, and I postured about the room for him. ‘Come on, darling, let’s take a shower together.’

“It took a few minutes, but eventually my son began to feel better about what we had done. In the shower, I soaped him good, paying attention to his cock and balls, then when I finished with him, I handed him the soap and told him to wash me. I turned my back to him, looking over my shoulder at the way he stood there, the soap in his hand and not knowing where to start. ‘You can start on my ass, darling,’ I told him, jutting it out. ‘You can wash my ass for me, then I’ll turn around and let you do my breasts and pussy. That is, if you still want to,’ I teased.

“Les reached down and began soaping my ass, touching me back there as if I were made of glass. ‘Scrub my ass hard, dear. Don’t be afraid, I’m not breakable. Go on ... wash my ass real hard.’

“He started soaping me with harder sweeps of his hands now, and when he had my ass lathered, he dropped the soap to the floor of the shower and started scrubbing all over with both his hands. When I told him to get between the crack, he did so, and spent a great deal of time rubbing up and down my asshole with his fingers. When I turned around to face him, his prick was standing out hard and ever so beautiful once more. ‘Now, wash my breasts and pussy,’ I said to him.

“He was already breathing fast again, and by the time he had soaped up both my breasts, his prick was throbbing up and down and I noticed it was drooling at the tip. I reached out with one hand and wiped the sticky stuff away, and my son moaned when I touched him. He dropped the soap to the floor again, and used both hands on my breasts. He did more feeling around than washing, but that was the whole idea of the shower together. After a while, he said to me in a husky voice, ‘Mother, let’s get out now.’

“I took hold of his prick and jerked it a bit. ‘Baby, are you ready to fuck mother again?’ I asked him, enjoying the way his prick pulsated in my hand. ‘Gosh, Mother, can’t you tell?’

“I grinned at him, then said, ‘Why don’t you ask me, baby? Ask me if you can fuck me. Go on ... ask me.’

“He flushed, then said, ‘Mother, please, let me do it to you.’

“I stroked my fist back and forth a bit faster on his prick. ‘Ask me nicely, darling. Ask me the right way. I want you to say, Mother, please let me fuck you. Say it that way, Baby.’

“For a moment, Les didn’t speak, then he said so softly I almost couldn’t hear him, ‘Mother, please let me fuck you.’ I giggled up at him, squeezing his prick hard. ‘That wasn’t so bad, was it, Son?’

“I enjoyed hearing my son ask me that way. It seemed to make me get all shivery all over. ‘Tell me you want to shove your prick up my pussy. Say you want to stick your cock in my cunt and fuck the hell out of me.’ I teased, working my tongue over my lips in a suggestive manner.

“My son’s hands clamped down hard on my breasts, and I winched with the pain. It wasn’t a bad pain, and it felt good, but it was unexpected. It was just a reflex on his part, so I didn’t say anything. After he looked into my face for a moment, he said, ‘Mother, I want to shove my prick up your pussy. I want to stick my cock in your cunt and fuck the hell out of you.’

“He sounded so sweet saying that. I wrapped my arms about him and hugged him tight against my breasts, feeling his prick jab at my lower stomach. I kissed him, then said, “You forgot to wash my cunt, dear. Wash my cunt and I’ll let you fuck me all you want.’

“My son bent over to pick up the soap. It had fallen behind him, and when he bent over, his ass parted and I saw the pucker of his hole there. Suddenly, playfully, I stuck my finger against his asshole. Les squealed and jerked upright, grabbing for his ass and turning toward me. ‘What did you do that for?’ he asked, blushing. ‘You could have stuck your finger in there.’

“I giggled up at him, then kissed him quickly on the lips. ‘I was only playing, dear. Now, wash my pussy for me.’ I stood with my legs spraddled out and my cunt arched toward him. He lathered me up good, then scrubbed my cunt hair. After he finished that, he delved into my pussy and washed me out. We stepped from the shower and I used a big fluffy towel to dry him. I had to kneel in front of him to dry his lower legs and feet, and his cock was standing there in front of my face. The smooth head brushed over my cheek, leaving a trail of sticky moisture there. I looked up at him, past his thick prick and into his eyes as he watched me.

“Suddenly I had the desire to kiss him on his prick. I cupped his balls in one hand, and taking the base of his prick between the finger and thumb of my other hand, I leaned forward and kissed the very tip of his cock. I felt my son’s body tremble, and I stared up into his eyes. I snaked my tongue out and with the very tip, trailed it along the full hard length of his prick until I had my tongue into his cock hair. Then, working my tongue to the bottom part of his prick, I licked all the way back to the big, smooth head. I didn’t stop there, either. When my tongue was on the head of his prick, I licked it around the little hole there, tasting the slippery fluid. Again he trembled, his eyes following every move of my tongue.

“Although I had never did this with my husband, I had the insane desire to take his prick into my mouth and suck on it. Without telling my son what I was going to do, I opened my lips and placed them around the head of his cock. When I closed them, I could actually feel the pulsing heat of his prick. He was so smooth and big inside my mouth, my tongue almost had no room to move around in. That was all I did then, just close my lips around the head of his prick and suck gently on it, swirling my tongue as best I could over the dripping hole. Then I pulled my lips away and grinned up at my son’s amazed expression. ‘That’s what you call getting a short blow job,’ I said. ‘Did you like the way my mouth felt around your prick, Baby?’

“My son nodded his head, then I stood up and let him dry me. Just as I had done, he knelt before me. I spread my legs to give him room so he could dry my cunt good, then while I stood in that position, my son looked up into my pussy, and I could tell what was going on inside his mind. He was wondering whether or not he should kiss me there as I had done him. I suppose, if I had asked him then to kiss my cunt, he would have, but I wanted my son to make up his own mind about such things.

“I turned around after I knew he wouldn’t kiss my pussy so he could dry my ass and the back of my thighs. When he finished, my son put his hands on my hips and held me with my back towards him. I wasn’t surprised when I felt his lips press against the cheek of my ass. He kissed that side, then moved over and kissed the other cheek. ‘Why don’t you run your tongue over my ass, darling?’ I whispered to him, jutting my bottom back a bit. He hesitated just for a moment, then I felt his wet, warm tongue sliding over my ass.

“My son licked one of my cheeks until I knew it was coated with his saliva, then he licked the other side. I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised when he raked his tongue up and down the crack before he stood up. I turned toward him and we embraced, our lips meeting in a long kiss. Our tongues played around with each other, and my son ran his hands down my back until he was cupping both cheeks of my ass in them. I did the same to him, and with the way we were pressed together by cock and cunt, I had the most delicious feeling I had ever felt in my life. I squeezed his ass and he returned the pressure with his hands.

“He had his back to the bed, so I started walking him backwards to it, and then we fell across it, still clinging to each other tightly, our mouths never breaking contact.

“We used our hands and mouths to build our passions up, and after a while, I turned onto my stomach and let my son look down at my naked body. He reached for my breasts and squeezed them, pinching lightly at the nipples. He was sitting on his heels, and his prick was standing up very powerfully from his groin. I wrapped my fingers around it and fondled him while he played with my breasts. ‘Mother,’ he said, his voice low, ‘Open your legs. I want to play with your ... you know.’

“I gave his hard prick a squeeze. ‘What do you want to play with, Son? Tell me ... don’t be bashful.’

“He trailed his fingers down my stomach, stopping when they were in my cunt hair. ‘I want to play with your ... your pussy!’ he blurted, flushing slightly. I laughed at his hesitancy about saying such words in front of me, then opened my legs as wide as I could. He stared down at my cunt, seeing the lips, all moist and pink. He asked me if all girls had so much hair around their cunts, and I told him not all girls, but the ones that did have as much as I had, then they were the most passionate ones. I read that someplace in a book. Whether long, curly and bushy cunt hair indicates a girl’s passion, I don’t know. All I know is that I have long, curly and bushy pussy hair and I am just about as hot as a girl can get without being in a constant state of coming all the time.

“My son then began to run his fingers up and down my pussy lips, feeling of everything he could find, including my clitoris. He poked a finger into me down there and watched with intense interest the way my cunt lips would cling to his finger as he pushed and pulled.

“Then he asked me to turn over on my stomach. ‘Mother, would you let me look at your ass again.’

“I laughed at his desire, but squeezed his prick so he would know that I wasn’t laughing at his innocence, but at the way he was becoming interested in my body. I rolled over and lay on my stomach. For a while, my son didn’t touch me back there. All he did for a long time was look at my ass. Then he began to feel of it, probing his fingers all over the flesh. He pulled my cheeks apart and I lifted my hips up a bit, knowing he wanted to see my asshole. Les held my cheeks apart for a very long time, and he leaned down close enough so I could feel his hot breath on my naked flesh, peering at my ass between the cheeks.

“Again I wasn’t surprised to feel his lips on my ass. He kissed each cheek all over, working his tongue against my skin in delicious little circles. He was catching on fast, and I was glad.

“My son was moaning softly as he licked at my ass, and then he ran his tongue along the backs of my thighs, tasting everywhere, he was actually groaning. He ran his tongue over the curving surfaces of both again, then, when I had let my pelvis down onto the bed, he ran his tongue up and down the crack as he had done before. I thought for a minute there that he was going to probe his tongue all the way to my asshole, but he stopped just short of it. Without saying a word, he took hold of my hips and pulled me up. I brought my knees beneath my body so they were touching my dangling breasts. I was exposed completely back there now. Everything was showing; my asshole between the spread of my ass and my pussy was pooching between my thighs.

“Les knelt behind me there, and then he leaned over and kissed each cheek of my ass again. Then the next thing I knew, he was shoving his prick into my pussy from this position.