Classic Porn Books sleep-In For Daddy ch3

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, dr****g 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 k**s 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."

Jerry let her stretch him upon the bed, giving up completely his own
control of his body as she spread his legs wide and kneeled beside him.
His shaft pulsed strongly, standing erect as a flagpole, but his mother
bent it flat between their bellies as she climbed between his legs and
lay upon him. Was she going to cram his prick up into the slippery oven
of her cunt and ride it again? Jerry didn't know, but anything she had
in mind was just great with him.

Kissing him all over his face and reaching into his ear with the tip of
her tongue so that his asshole drew up tight and goosebumps broke out
all over his taut body, Angela finally brought her mouth to his. This
time, Jerry met the hungry thrusting of her wet tongue with an avid
reaching of his own. Their teeth clashed, and he probed around inside
his mom's panting mouth. Lost in the kiss, it seemed to him that she
broke it too soon.

Then he gasped as she began to lick at his throat, to nip lightly,
along his collarbone, worrying the skin between her white, sharp teeth.
His hips rolled from side to side as his mother's mouth trailed down to
one of his nipples, and he knew the jolt of a woman sucking there,
biting there while her deft hands roamed his body, up and down and
across, cupping and fondling.

She was at his rib cage next, licking hotly and making him flinch, and
her fingers were playing between his thighs, tickling into his filled
balls and up along the distended shaft of his aching cock.

When his mom lapped over his belly, Jerry dug his fingers into the
sheet and arched his back, reacting only by instinct, knowing only that
she was thrilling the hell out of him, and as her tongue bored into his
navel, he shuddered from head to toe. Dried now and freed from the
turban, her glittering hair d****d softly over his hips and thighs, a
silken tent of wondrous softness and texture. Angela's sharp
fingernails were tracing hot lines over his hipbones and down around
the cheeks of his tensed ass, and he gulped sharply for air as she
nuzzled down into his crotch, her breath warm and tingling there, the
brushing of her lips a tantalizing caress of impossible tenderness.

He jerked when his mother drew one of his balls into her lips, to pull
it into her mouth gently where she ran her tongue over the hairy and
wrinkled sack. Sucking his testicle, she toyed with the base of his
vibrating shaft, then changed over to pay homage to the other nut.
Angela nibbled along the stem of his cock, laving it with her tongue,
chewing lightly upon the hard meat, moving up and down the pulsating
length of his pole until Jerry thought he would go crazy.

He felt her breath stirring over the ballooned head of his prick, and
heard her murmur, "I'm going to eat you now, darling. Your mommy is
going to pull that big, beautiful glans into her mouth where she can
lick it and chew it and suck on it until you come."

Gasping, Jerry said, "B - but, mother! You - I mean, come in your
mouth?"

"Of course, baby," she purred, "I love the taste of semen, and I know
yours is going to be super delicious. Don't fret, darling - just let it
squirt down my throat."

With that, she raked her wet tongue over his cockhead, and Jerry
squirmed wildly, then stiffened out when his mother drove the tip of it
down into his slot. Then she took the entire knob into the softness of
her lips, sliding the throbbing bulb over the roor of her mouth and
along her tongue. Back it went, and back, until Jerry felt the tip of
his cockhead touch the velvet cup of her throat.

His hands clenched the sheet, and his hips lifted in blind, erotic
response. He had never known such stimulation, never before experienced
such a wild, wet thrill as the feel of his mom's mouth building up
suction upon his prick, the stroking of her mobile and experienced
tongue.

Head spinning, his chest rising and falling as he panted, Jerry
realized that she was eating his cock, that his own beautiful mother
was chewing tenderly upon his shaft and licking the head teasingly. His
heart pounded and his hands groped for the rich cascade of her golden
hair, his upper body lifting of its own accord. Her inner cheeks dipped
in and out as Angela started bobbing her head up and down, making a
sensual rhythm that was very much like that of fucking, but somehow
very different.

Screwing her in the mouth, he thought madly: he was fucking his mom in
the face, and his belly took up the beat, rolling and grinding as he
fed her the stiff meat she enjoyed so much. Angela moaned around his
surging cockhead, her flngers stirring his balls, her head working up
and down. She loved the flavor of come, she'd told him, and she was
anticipating the taste of his. It was building in his balls, and he
held her hair in both hands as he thrust back and forth into the
adoring suction of her mouth, into the slick hotness, the foamy
pressure.

"MM - mom!" he hissed. "Oh mother darling - I'm about to come. Oohh!
You're eating me alive, and it's so freaky, so wild - ahh! Here comes
my semen, mom - I'm going to let it go right in your mouth!"

She groaned some kind of answer as he shuddered and forced his cockhead
against the goblet of her silken throat. The glans swelled even bigger,
and flexed as it streamed a thick rivulet of hot semen into her mouth.
Avidly, she pulled upon it, gulping and swallowing as the rich young
juice hosed into her throat, as it bathed her tongue and covered her
teeth and filled her cheeks with the vital cream.

Jerry kept pumping the syrup of his balls into her siphoning mouth,
spurting the sticky milk that she drained as fast as it came forth, and
he twisted her head back and forth in his hands, gasping and see-sawing
his crotch against her chin.

"Oh! Oh, you beautiful bitch, you adorable cocksucker - ahh, mom, mom!
You're sucking my prick dry, pulling my come right down into your
tummy. Oohh, it's so crazy, so terrific!"

His mother continued to gobble his meat, even when he sagged back and
let go her hair to lie flat upon the bed. He brought his knees up so
that he could clamp her head between his thighs, and she kept right on
sucking, sucking.

Jerry was in another world, a dream universe where the wildest
fantasies came true. He had been so wrapped up in imagining what it
would be like to sink his virgin prick into his mother's forbidden
pussy, that he had never even created an image inside his head about
her eating it. But she had, and now he felt as if his very backbone had
been melted so that it could run out of the head of his cock. He was
weak all over, and still she licked at his knob, still she caressed his
balls and his crotch.

What a hell of a woman, he thought dazedly. Every night that his dad
was in off the road, she fucked him silly, and no doubt she ate her
husband's prick - the way she had just eaten her son's. She sent him to
movies in the afternoons so she could get other guys between those
long, supple thighs and screw them good. And she had been more than
willing to fuck her boy, once she got a good look at his inexperienced
cock. No other woman could be anywhere near as passionate, he decided,
and told himself again how lucky he was to have such a hot-cunted
mother, how lucky his father was, to have a wife like her. Jerry hoped
that when he grew up and got married, he could find a woman like his
mom; he would never be satisfied with anything less.

But for right now, for weeks and months and good, hot years to come, he
had everything he could ever want or need, right here in this bed. When
his father came back, they could do things to her between them, maybe
one of them pouring the prick to that juicy pussy while the other guy
fed her meat in the mouth; they could change over, taking turns between
her throat and her golden snatch. Jerry thought he was going to like
that.