Chapter 3

It was some time later when Angela gently disengaged herself from him, and Jerry felt the soft sliding out of his prick as it left the hairy wet basket of his mother's buttery cunt. She kissed him lightly upon the face, upon the mouth, and gave him another lingering taste of her honeyed tongue, stroking his supine body as she did so.

"I know we both want to just keep screwing," she said, her deep blue eyes languorous upon his own, her mouth softened and lushly red, "but we have all the time we need for it, baby. And we're going to take it. Nobody can bother us here, but I'll lock all the doors, to make sure. Then we can have something to eat, and take a bath so we can be fresh for each other again. And then we'll fuck until we simply can't. How's that strike you, Jerry?"

Sleepily, he answered, "Great. Mom, oh mom--there's no way I can ever thank you, for loving me like this, really loving me."

She leaned over and ran her fingers across the drooping length of his drained cock and said, "I'm just as grateful to you, darling--especially for this magnificent young prick. You've given me by far the best fucking I've ever known, and I'm very anxious for more of the same." Hesitating then, her hand playing gently with his bent shaft, his mother went on seriously, "But dear--I want you to get something straight right now. You are the most fantastic screw I've had, and you'll get even better with time and training. But there's to be no jealousy of your father, understand? I love him, too; I love fucking him, too--and he realizes that I have a need to take on other men, sometimes. I accept the fact that he enjoys putting the prick to other women, and I think our marriage has been made a lot stronger by that kind of open understanding. Jerry, I'm a lot of woman--and I can handle more than one man at a time; I have pussy enough for all of you. So, no way do you try to make this private and jealous and you only, right?"

He nodded. "I understand, mom. I'm just beginning to know how lucky I am, being able to screw my own beautiful mom. I-- well, I guess I was jealous of dad, getting into that wonderful cunt, when I couldn't. But now that you've fucked me, and especially since he set it up for us, I can't be jealous of him anymore. Something you said before--about when he came home and the three of us balling together--I've been thinking about that, and it really turns me on."

She kissed him again, working her agile tongue around the inside of his mouth, tasting of hot, sugared spices and pure excitement. "That's the way, darling," she murmured against his lips. "Now I'll bathe, and while you're having a shower, I'll fix us a snack to keep up our strength. And after that--well, we're going to have a lot more fun."

Jerry lay awhile on the bed, that bed he had so often heard squeaking while his father poured the cock to his mother's writhing, passionate body. He could smell her aromatic sweat and the scent of her perfumed cunt oils, breathe in the musky perfume she used, and he ran his hands over the wrinkled sheets, feeling her warmth left there. Had she screwed other guys in this same bed? No doubt, he mused, and that was okay, because she had enough hot and wiggly pussy for all.

He fondled his cock, feeling the dried slickness upon it, knowing that it had fired two spitting loads of bubbling come far up into his mother's surging cunt. When she had walked away from the bed, heading for the bathroom with that fine sleek ass swinging from side to side and jiggling enticingly, he had caught just a glimpse of that lushly haired pussy of pure gold, and seen a creamy froth caught in the wealth of pubic hairs--the foamy residue of his semen, and possibly some of it left over from when his dad had fucked her.

Listening to the splashing of water in the bath, he pictured that lovely warm body all soapy and slippery, and trembled at the image. Maybe she would let him bathe her; he'd like that very much. But she hadn't said anything about it yet, and Jerry didn't want to do or say anything that might threaten what he already had. Oh wow, he thought--it was really, really true! He had gotten to ram his meat into his mother's superb pussy, feeling the head of it socked home as she twisted upon it; he'd known the feel of his balls in the hairy crack of her heaving ass and gotten to suck her tits. All the dreams were coming true, and the reality of it left him a little stunned.

Like his dad leading him over to the bed where she lay naked and freshly fucked, with steam rising from her golden snatch; like his dad's fingers wrapping around his iron-hard pole and guiding the swollen knob to the right place in her juicy slit. It didn't seem real, but it was."

Jerry owed his father for that; if Mack hadn't pushed him into it, he would have never gotten to fuck the best, the hottest and most juicy cunt in the world. Take care of your mom, his dad said; keep her busy and satisfied with that big cock, so she won't be screwing more husbands in the neighborhood and getting her name in the paper again. He would do just that, Jerry promised silently.

She came glowing from the bathroom, and he caught his breath at the way she looked, all scrubbed and naked as she was. His mom's fine breasts stood full and high,, with the ripe pink nipples centered in their globes; her belly was almost flat, dipping with just the right curve down to that intriguing forest of curly cunt hair like burnished metal. There was a towel wrapped turbanlike around her head, and when she saw him staring at her pussy, Angela smiled.

"After," she promised. "You can do it all to me, baby, and I'll show you how. Suppose you take your shower now? And don't get so excited that you jack off; remember what I said about wasting any of that precious juice. You can pump it all into your mother."

Hurrying through his shower, Jerry found that his cock was lifting, and caressed it gently with soapy fingers. Just seeing his mom naked would always make him raise a hard, he thought, and it got harder when she talked to him like that, using all the good words and speaking to him as an equal, as a hot-assed woman to her horny lover. She was and he was, and he dried quickly, draping the towel around his hips as he trotted to the kitchen.

Surprisingly, he discovered that he was ravenous, and gulped down the steak sandwich and salad, chasing them with two glasses of cold milk.

It was strange but very sexy, sitting at the table with his mom nude across from him, seeing her tits right out in the open, instead of just their outlines beneath a robe. Jerry's cock lifted the towel from his lap as he watched the beguiling melons dip and sway with her movements, as he stared into the slicky shaven pit of her arms when she lifted them. He wondered what it would feel like, to slip his cockhead under her arm, and quivered when he realized he could do it, that he could do anything he wanted to this compellingly beautiful and sensuous woman across the table.

Finishing his milk, he said, "I'm glad you're not one of those dumpy, straggly haired moms like so many of the other kids have. I'm glad you're so lovely and sexy."

"Me, too," Angela said, "if for no other reason than to turn on my son like this. I can see your cockhead rising, dear. Sure you've had enough to eat?"

"Oh yeah," he said quickly. "Want me to do the dishes?"

"I'll put them in the washer," she answered. "I'm just as anxious to get to it as you are, Jerry. Just looking at that massive prick again--it does things to me inside, turns my pussy all wet and throbbing and makes my tits hard. Such a satiny knob, and so damned big, so very strong. Every woman worth the name is envious of me right now, because that lovely young cock is mine."

Knees shaking, Jerry got up from the table, and, she took him by the prick, holding lovingly to it, using it like a steering handle to guide him back to that magic bedroom.

"Hard as a rock," she whispered, "but covered with silk; a wonderful, fabulous prick, my darling. And I'm going to do something different to it now."