"What! Could it possibly be true? Did my son actually try to fuck Mrs. Correlli? A woman old enough to be his mother? As old as me?" These thoughts were going over and over in Anita Collins' head, along with images of her handsome athlete son in passionate intercourse with the buxom lady from across the block. One part of her mentality told her that the whole thing was a mistake, or even a deliberate lie. But another part recognized the fact that Brad was indeed a super horny teenager who was quite capable of being attracted to, and attracting, just about any mature woman. And Maria Correlli was the type who would be very attractive, especially to adolescent boys with breast fixations.

Anita was still reeling from the fervent conversation with John Correlli. John was sputtering and half incoherent at times as he expressed his rage that his wife, the big-titted Maria, had been insulted by her son's blatant attempt to seduce her. It took a while for Anita to finally get the whole story from him. Brad had been mowing the Correllis' lawn, as he frequently did for many people in the area. He had gone into the house to get a drink of water and had found Mrs. Correlli half dressed (that spectacular top half bare). Apparently he had been carried away by the sight and had tried to persuade her to have sex with him. This was the situation when John Correlli had unexpectedly come home and discovered the shocking scene. Brad had fled, and Mrs. Correlli broke down in tears and then told her husband the sordid story.

Mr. Correlli, as angry as he was, said that he did not want to stir up any publicity. He admitted that Brad had not tried to use force and perhaps was not guilty of a real crime, since he had been given permission in the past to enter the house unannounced when he was cutting the grass. He knew that Brad was a local sports hero and certainly would be up for a lucrative scholarship when he graduated from high school. He didn't want to ruin Brad's reputation, but he warned Anita that if Brad came near the house again, there would be real trouble. Anita knew that John Correlli would never have the nerve to try anything physical with Brad. She wondered why so often those big, full-bodied sexpots like Maria Correlli were married to smallish, rather insignificant looking men like John.

Now Anita was in a turmoil, trying to plan what to say when Brad came home. She tried to shake from her brain the mental picture of that big good-looking son of hers rutting upon the overblown body of that Correlli bitch. Was that what he really wanted? She knew from years of personal experience how fascinated Brad was with the female form. Time after time she had detected his surreptitious examination of her own body. She knew that he had spied on her on many occasions when she was dressing or grooming herself. In fact, she had been rather flattered by his attentions, and occasionally she had given in to the temptation to give him a little extra show, apparently unintentionally. She had even felt herself being turned on by the obvious admiration of this extremely handsome young man who had sprung from her own loins.

She was very proud of Brad's accomplishments on the football field. He was the best middle linebacker the high school team had ever had. He dominated the defense and had been named to the all-conference team and even to the all-state second team as a junior. He even filled in as an excellent tight end on the offensive team when a game was on the line. Great things were expected of him in his senior year. He had grown to six feet three and weighed an all-muscle 230. A number of colleges had already made their interest known. In addition, although he didn't work too hard at it, he was a very good scholar, with a solid A- average. Anita had seen every game he had played, both at home and away, and she had thrilled to watch her own son develop to the point where he could dominate a game like a man playing against boys. Her husband, Richard (usually called Dick) hadn't really been that encouraging, and though he enjoyed the attention that he himself received as a result of Brad's prowess, he was too involved in his career to devote much time to his son.

But now what? She knew that it would be up to her. Her husband wouldn't be any help at all. In fact, she almost instantly decided that he would never know about the situation if she could keep it hidden. But what could she do? She knew that all the high school girls were mad about Brad. Many of the prettiest of them had boldly thrown themselves at his feet, so to speak. And not just the young girls. She had seen their mothers in a dither about him as well, setting traps to catch Brad for their daughters - or even themselves. She had even felt a sort of jealousy when these old "broads," as she thought of them, made goo-goo eyes and talked girlish baby talk to her son. The young girls she didn't mind, perhaps because Brad didn't seem to be much interested in them, although he dated occasionally, and she knew damned well that he scored whenever he wanted to. But now that she thought of it, it seemed to be the older women that Brad turned on the charm for. He had a real knack for it; in no time at all they were practically eating out of his hand.

The back screen door slammed, and Anita's emotions went flying "like sparks in burnt-up paper" (quoted from Lowell). Brad was home. She heard the refrigerator close as she approached the kitchen door. When she entered, Brad was opening a can of Pepsi. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and some running shoes. His muscular, deeply tanned torso was glistening with sweat. "Hi, Mom," he said casually, showing no signs of stress as he took a long swallow of the cold soda.

"Brad . . ." Anita hesitated. Where should she start? Should she wait until after supper? No, Dick would be there then. Better to just get right to it; get the cards out on the table. "Brad, Mr. Correlli was just here."

Brad set the Pepsi can down. He didn't say anything, and his face was expressionless, but the tension in his body showed Anita that he knew what was about to come. "Oh? What did he want?"

"Brad, I've got to know the truth. What happened between you and Mrs. Correlli?"

Brad hesitated and then said carefully, "What do you mean, Mom? What did Correlli say happened?"

She would rather have him just go ahead and tell his side of it, but he obviously was not inclined to do that. She went ahead and told Brad the whole story as John Correlli had told it to her. She explained to Brad that Mr. Correlli was not planning to take any other action, but Brad was to stay away from their house from now on.

She could tell that Brad was relieved when he heard that the incident would be kept quiet, but then suddenly her son burst out laughing. She was shocked at this behavior, but Brad just kept it up, almost to the point of hysteria. Then when she was about to demand what was so funny, Brad mused, "She really pulled it off! That was a pretty good story on the spur of the moment."

"Brad, what on earth is going on here? Tell me the whole truth."

"Mom, trust me, you really don't want to know."

"I most certainly do want to know! In fact, I demand to know! Come on, Brad. I want the whole truth about what went on over there at the Correllis' house."

Brad remained silent until Anita actually screamed at him with tears in her eyes, "Brad! For God's sake, tell me!"

Finally Brad sat down and said, "OK, Mom. You asked for it. The real truth is that if old man Correlli had got home just a little bit later, he would have caught Maria and me in bed - and not for the first time either. I suppose then she'd have said I raped her."

Anita collapsed into a chair. "Oh, my God! You've been sleeping with that old bag? Oh, Brad, how could you!"

"Aw, come on, Mom. She's not an old bag, and you know it. Every guy in this town would give his eye teeth to get her in the sack."

Anita swallowed the harsh words of ridicule that she would like to have uttered. Deep inside, she knew that what he was saying was true, and it was her own jealousy that was coloring her opinion. Finally bringing her feelings under control, she spoke more calmly. "All right, Brad, I want the whole story from the beginning. Just how did this start, and how long has it been going on?"

It took a while to get him started, but eventually Brad poured out the entire history of his affair with Maria Correlli, and once he got warmed up, he told it in far greater detail than Anita had really wanted to know. Here is the intriguing story of the sexual liaison between Bradley Marcus Collins and Maria Correlli.

It was an early spring day, but it was unusually warm. Brad was mowing the Correlli lawn for the first time of the season. It should have been done sooner, and the grass was rather tough to cut. The mower kept wanting to stall, so the whole job became drudgery. Brad had stripped down to his athletic shorts and shoes, and yet the sweat was pouring off his body. He was thinking about knocking on the door to ask for a drink of water when Mrs. Correlli opened the door and called to him. "How about a break, Brad? Come on in and have a cold drink."

Brad didn't have to be asked twice. That cold drink sounded especially welcome, and as he looked at Maria Correlli, the invitation seemed doubly enticing. Mrs. Correlli was really rushing the season; she was wearing a very skimpy sunsuit, sort of a romper kind of garment. The top was like a halter that had straps that tied around her neck, leaving most of her back bare. The two pieces that covered her tits were made for much smaller mammaries than Mrs. Correlli's, and the result was that half of each globe was bulging out of its pocket. The legs of the outfit were very short, elasticized and leaving only a narrow strip to cover the voluptuous lady's "private parts." A little line of light hair ran a few inches down each inner thigh from the more abundant patch that must be inside. Brad had to struggle to keep from staring. There was so much of her to see that he didn't know where to look.

Mrs. Correlli put some ice cubes into two glasses and filled them from a large bottle of cream soda. Brad took advantage when her back was turned to stare at her very curvy ass and legs. God! Was that woman ever built! Maybe there was just a little too much of Maria Correlli, but damn, it was surely well distributed. Brad sat down at the kitchen table to hide his aroused cock, which was too obvious in his shorts. She set a cold glass in front of Brad and then pulled a chair close up beside him and seated herself with her own glass. She smiled warmly at Brad as he took a sip of the cold soda. "There, isn't that better, Brad?"

Brad smiled and said, "Much, much better, Mrs. Correlli. You know just what a fellow needs." (When he told her this, Anita thought, "This damned kid certainly knows how to softsoap a woman. What a line!")

Mrs. Correlli laughed with a tinkly little giggle. "Well, most fellows need a little more than that, but I'm glad you like it so much." Then she went on (she loved to talk), "I'm certainly glad to have you available to take care of things around here. John would never get it done. I have all kinds of other jobs around the house and yard if you want to make some extra money, Brad."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Correlli. Anything I can do to help a damsel in distress."

Mrs. Correlli laughed, "A dam what? Now hey, Brad Collins, watch what you're calling your employer, your master - oops! I almost said your mistress!" They both laughed at this little double entendre. (Damn her slutty hide, thought Anita.) "Actually what I'd like you to call me is just my first name, Maria. I think you're old enough now to be on a more equal level with us mature citizens."

Mark (that charmer) began softly crooning, "Maria, Maria, Maria - the most beautiful word in all the world - Maria!"

This sent Maria's laugh soaring. She lightly slapped Brad's hand and then left her hand resting on his. "Goodness, you're quite the suave lady's man now, aren't you. I'd better be careful around you."

Mark was up to the mark that day. "I'd think that a woman who looks like you would have to be careful around any man," he said with a grin.

Again Maria's laugh trilled to the heavens. This handsome young kid was really getting to her. "Goodness gracious, you're still sweating," she said. "That must really be hot work today."

"Sorry, Mrs. - er - Maria. I hope I don't smell too bad."

"Oh, no!" Maria insisted. "I think sweat makes a man smell like a man. I like it. It sort of - well - makes me feel - " She dropped the statement, but the meaning was clear. Then she suddenly jumped up and went to a linen closet. She came back to the table with a bath towel. "Here," she said, "let me dry you off a little." And she proceeded to wipe the sweat off Brad's back with the towel.

Brad just sat there transfixed as this obvious seduction continued. Mrs. Correlli gently pulled him around by the shoulder and began to towel off his face, then his broad, muscular chest. As he leaned back to make room for her ministrations, he suddenly glanced down and realized too late that his excited cock, having used up every available inch of his shorts, had protruded the purple-red head out of one leg. Mrs. Correlli noticed it too and as the towel approached that spot, she carefully dabbed at it. She knelt and began wiping off his legs, her face only inches from the raging cock head, which she kept her eyes fixed upon boldly. Brad hoped that she was going to go for it with her mouth, but she didn't.

At last she gave a great sigh and stood up. "All that work is making me sweat now," she said.

Brad was quick to rise to the bait. "Hey, Maria, you were kind enough to dry me off. I'll gladly do the same for you." He took the towel from her and began with her bare back, as she had done to him.

Then she turned to face him, a deep blush on her face. "Thanks, Brad. I think I really need this." Brad wiped her smooth white shoulders and then began to wipe the large portions of her tits that bulged out around the too small halter. He took a lot of time, more and more obviously feeling up the big beautiful breasts. Then Maria said with a tremulous voice, "I think they need it more inside." With this she reached behind her neck and untied the straps. The skimpy material dropped down below her waist, and her big mammaries sprang free, their long, hard brownish-pink nipples jutting out from large areolas.

Brad began gently toweling off the massive breasts, lifting and pressing them lovingly. Then he dropped all pretense and put his lips on one big nipple and began to suck and nibble at it. Maria stood still, giving a soft moan and letting Brad have his way. Then he decided to go for it all. "I think that I get sweatiest between the legs. Let's see about you." And he boldly slipped his fingers inside the top of her sunsuit and began to tug it down over her hips.

Maria gave another moan and then began to help Brad pull the garment down. She stepped out of it and stood before him with her hairy mound completely exposed. Her big tits sagged somewhat from their own weight and she had a bit of a belly on her, but she also had a nipped in waist, excitingly swelling hips, nice full curvy thighs, and a very inviting pussy, whose pouting lips peeped through the abundant crispy hair at her crotch. Brad gently put his hand on that mound and began to ruffle through the hair, then moved down to cup the whole pussy.

Maria whined, "Oh, Brad! Darling! Oh, you darling boy!" She reached for his shorts and together they pulled them down. His big hard cock popped free, bobbing up and down, then pointing up at her. "Oh, God, Brad! What a big, big penis you have! Oooh, it's so much bigger than John's! I think it's the biggest one I've ever seen!" She grabbed it rather roughly and began tugging on it. "Oh, it's a beautiful cock, Brad baby!"

Brad baby decided that he had to get that cock inside her pussy as soon as possible, so he backed her against the counter, sort of boosted her big ass up on it, and rammed his rod right into her juicy cunt. She sort of screamed as he penetrated her. A few hard thrusts and he was inside her pussy right up to the balls. "Ooooh, Brad!" Maria whined. "Oooooooh! I love that big thing in me! Ooooh, it feels sooooo goooood!" She wrapped her arms around Brad's neck and covered his mouth with hers, wide open, tongue lapping, saliva flowing freely. In a few seconds his whole face was wet.

Brad fucked that big woman hard, ramming his cock fiercely into her softness. Her whole big body shook and recoiled as he plowed into her and she humped back for more as he withdrew. She was holding his neck as tightly as she could, and her open mouth, still on his, was emitting all sorts of moans and groans and growls and various mutterings. Occasionally the word "Fuck!" could be heard among the various vocal sounds. Brad was sort of snorting and panting himself with his exertions. He had fucked a number of girls before, but none with these Amazonian dimensions. It took a lot more energy, and damn! it was exciting to be probing this big woman's cunt to the depths with his hot cock.

Then Maria started jerking and twitching and her voice began a series of high-pitched squeals as she repeated like a broken record played at too high speed, "Ooooh, Brad baby! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" (etc. about 50 times), then a long "I'm C-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-I-I-I-N-N-G-G!" ending in a long drawn out scream. Brad matched her scream with a loud roar as he began shooting his hot cum into her churning pussy. He blasted her hard and fast as the cum kept spurting deep into her belly. At last he stopped and held his cock jammed way back into her quivering, grasping pussy as the last of his juice flowed into her.

When Maria finally regained her senses, she was ecstatic. She clung to Brad and wept tears of joy and told him how much she loved him and how great his big cock had made her feel. She took him to her bedroom, where she sucked him back to full size and he ate her pussy in exchange, sending her into another soaring orgasm before he fucked her again and then again. By this time it was almost time for John to come home, so they had to kiss good-bye, but she made Brad promise to come back the next day to finish the lawn. And if it rains, she said, come anyway, because she would find something for him to do. When Brad left, she gave him fifty dollars. He didn't want to take it, but she insisted. It made him feel almost like a prostitute, but he was willing to be a prostitute for her.

That had been in late April, about two months ago. During those two months, Brad figured he had screwed Maria about 50 times, usually in sessions of 3 fucks at a time - in addition, of course, to various other sex play.

Anita Collins was blessed, and sometimes cursed, with a very vivid imagination. As her 17-year-old son described his torrid affair with the big-bosomed, married 40-year-old Maria Correlli, she could see it very clearly in her mind. She could see her naked muscular offspring boosting the overly endowed matron up against that counter and ramming home his huge young cock in her hairy cunt. Anita could see, and feel, all that rosy quivering flesh bouncing and humping against the passionate pounding of her voracious young man. She could see, feel, and even taste, that big prick, swelling up again to gargantuan proportions as that slutty Maria licked and sucked on it. She could smell the pungent crotch of Madame Correlli and feel the crispy hair as her son's rapid tongue lapped at her tingling pussy. And she almost became dizzy at the sensation of being bounced and impaled along with that horny old broad on top of Brad's strong young body in the Correlli bed.

Anita's mind and senses were reeling, and her nether lips were leaking throughout the progress of the story. She found herself squeezing her thighs together and wriggling involuntarily as the heat built inside her loins. She had seen her son's cock on a few rare occasions, including a couple times when it was aroused, and she knew that it was enormous. God, was she actually envying that fat cow because her son had used that fantastic tool upon her? She guessed that she was jealous of the emotion that he had spent upon la Correlli, but was it more than that? Did she really have a suppressed yen to be fucked by her own son?

As Brad's narration came to an end, Anita shuddered. Was it from horror or desire? A bit of each perhaps. She found her voice rather weak and unsteady as she said, "But now it's got to stop, Brad. There could be all kinds of problems for you if any of this came out. You'd get kicked off the team and lose your chance for a scholarship."

"Don't worry, Mom. I'd already decided to end it. Maria was starting to get just too possessive and demanding for me. This will give me a good excuse to call it off."

"Did - did you really love her, Brad?"

"No, not really. I guess I thought I did at first, but it was just the sex. And the pride of having an older, sophisticated woman like that. I've found out now that she has had affairs with half the men in the neighborhood, but she says that I'm the only young one she's fucked with. She - uh -also says I'm the best, but maybe she told that to all of them."

"Oh, Brad, this is so unreal! I just can't believe you would be mixed up with an old - uh - woman like that." Then another thought struck her, even more alarming. After all, she had seen how easily Brad could charm her friends. "Wait a minute. Maybe I shouldn't even want to know, but have there been any other women besides Mrs. Correlli?"

Brad tried to straighten out a grin. "Gee, Mom, I think I'd better take the fifth amendment on that one."

Anita felt like screaming. "You mean there's another one? Who, for God's sake?"

Brad tried to avoid answering, but somehow she got the idea that he really wanted to be persuaded to talk, that he was actually proud of his conquests. "Brad, tell me right now. I've got to know who else you've been - fooling with."

Finally Brad shrugged and said, "Well, OK, Mom, if you insist. There's Millie Warren."

"Millie Warren! My God! The pastor's wife?"

"She's a woman, Mom. She's got the same equipment inside her panties as any other woman."

"Brad! Don't be so crude! How on earth did you ever get started with Millie Warren? Come on. You might as well just go ahead and tell me."

Brad thought a moment and then said, "I think that the main thing that made her loosen up and give it to me was that her husband confessed to her that he had had an affair with a woman in our congregation."

Anita's heart leaped into her throat. Oh God, no! She just managed to control herself. "Pastor Warren had an affair with one of the church women? I can't believe it! Did she say who it was?"

"No, he wouldn't tell her that. He said it wasn't really the woman's fault as much as his. She was a woman who had come to him for some advice concerning her marriage, and he felt that he had betrayed her faith in him."

Anita could breathe again. Thank God Bill hadn't revealed her name. But why on earth did he have to confess to his wife? No more ministers for Anita! But she had to admit that he had had a surprisingly nice cock on him and knew how to use it damned well, considering his profession. She had spent quite a few pleasure-filled hours with Pastor Bill Warren, and the memories were great. How they had joked about her being the preacher's lay woman. He was a hell of a lot better than that damned football coach. Athletes were supposed to have the reputation of being real sex heroes, but she had been forced to rev him up a couple times with her mouth just so he'd have enough prick to stick into her cunt. That sort of killed the enjoyment. He had tried to get her to go to bed with him again several times after that, but she always told him that the guilt feelings were just too much for her. Hah! The real truth was that she wanted a man with a lot better rod on him than the coach had.

Anyway, back to Brad's love life. After a little more prodding, Brad finally condescended to tell the story of this sexual episode as well, with just as many detailed embellishments as before. Here is the idyll of preacher's wife Millicent Mayfield Warren and her youthful paramour, our own Bradley Marcus Collins.

Brad had never thought of Millie Warren as a sex object; you just usually don't look at a minister's wife that way. It wasn't that she didn't have the face and the figure to interest him. He had always thought that she looked very nice, but that was all. Then one Sunday she had asked him if he would help with a group of younger kids, from the ages of 10 to 12. She knew that they looked up to him as sort of a hero, and she thought that Brad might help to teach them games, to sort of coach them, while she took care of the spiritual side. Well, Brad did sort of like working with kids, so he said that he would try it, and it turned out to be a great success. The number of kids in the group doubled overnight, and they loved Brad. He knew his sports, and he was very patient with them as he taught them elementary techniques. They learned tumbling, played softball and touch football and basketball and volleyball, all co-ed at this age. Brad umpired and refereed for games as well as coaching.

Millie was extremely appreciative of Brad's help, and she let him know often. Now he began to look at her more closely, and he really liked what he saw. Millie was about 35, had honey-blonde hair and hazel eyes, a very pretty face. She was pretty well built too - oh, nothing spectacular like Maria Correlli, but she had all the curves in the right places, just a nicely proportioned woman. As he worked with Millie in planning and carrying out activities, Brad found himself being turned on more and more. He never really expected anything to come of it, but she was a very nice woman, and he was growing to like her very much.

Bit by bit, though, Millie began talking more personally with Brad, asking questions about how he was doing in school, what he did in his spare time, what his plans were for the future, etc. One day after he had refereed a basketball game and the kids had left, Millie started talking about last Friday night's football game, which she had attended. She said that she didn't really like football very much, but she had been enthralled by watching Brad play (yes, she said "enthralled").

"You were just so masterful I couldn't take my eyes off you," she said. "When you broke through and tackled their passer, why you just lifted him up and slammed him down like a rag doll. He didn't have a chance against you. You must be awfully strong."

"Oh well," Brad said modestly, "It isn't so much strength as it is leverage and momentum. If you caught me just right, you could probably pick me up and throw me down."

Millie laughed. "Oh, now you're exaggerating. Why you'd just crush little old me." Then she added, "I've wondered what it would be like to be tackled like that. What would it feel like if you tackled me?"

"Well, now, ma'am, that might be interesting to try sometime."

Millie laughed delightedly. "I think that would be a rather shocking experience."

"Yeah," Brad said, "for me too."

Millie blushed and murmured, "But not necessarily unpleasant."

"Very pleasant indeed," Brad said, grinning. This was approaching the sort of flirtatious dialogue that so many women seemed to enjoy with him. "I can't think of any lady I'd rather tackle."

"Oh, you, Brad! I think we'd better put this conversation on hold for now." And they had done so. However, in the days to come, Millie kept coming back to the idea, and Brad knew that she was beginning to want him as he had started to want her. He felt that she really wanted him to throw her down and sock it to her, but she couldn't quite let that happen because of her position as a pastor's wife and first lady of the parish.

Then had come that fateful day. Brad had coached the kids through a volleyball game in the church gym, and they had just left when Millie finally showed up. Usually she was there the whole time, but this time Brad could see that she was really upset. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Then Millie broke down and wept woefully. Brad put his arms around her to comfort her, and she clung to him as she wet his shirt with her copious tears. She felt warm and cuddly in his arms, and he could feel the twin pressures of her very nice tits against his chest. He was getting very hard down below, and his hardness was pressing against her stomach, which she might not be aware of in her present state of mind.

Finally she revealed the reason for her grief - the freshly confessed affair with some lady of the congregation. She could never have believed that Bill would do that to her. She had been completely faithful to him through their 12 years of marriage. Sure, she had been tempted too, but she had kept her vows. Oh, the perfidy! The betrayal! As she moaned and complained, she kept her arms around Brad's neck and her body pressed tightly against his. Gradually the sobs stopped, but she stayed right there, hanging on tenaciously. Her body felt warmer and warmer against him, in fact, downright hot. Brad kept patting and rubbing her back with greater intensity. Then he cautiously kissed her on the neck as her head was resting on his shoulder. She responded by hugging him even tighter and pushing her hips against his hard-on.

Then all at once Millie Warren was kissing Brad passionately on the mouth, urgently, insistently. She was wiggling and humping her hips against his cock. There was no longer any doubt that she was aware of his aroused state now. Then she whispered hissingly into his ear, like the serpent of Eden, "Tackle me, Brad! Put me down on my back, Brad! Do it to me! I want you to fuck me, Brad.!"

In the corner there was a stack of mats that were used for tumbling and wrestling. Brad pulled Millie over to them and then did what he knew she wanted. He picked her up and plunked her ass down solidly on the mats with himself on top. They struggled to get part of their clothes off. It was awkward, because they didn't want to let go of each other in order to make it simple to strip. But in a couple of minutes her skirt was way up and her panties were off, and Brad's pants were gone. Millie gasped as she grabbed Brad's huge cock. "Oh, my God!" she whispered. But undaunted, she guided the big thing to her downy pussy and helped him poke the purplish-red head between her now damp lips.

Millie groaned as that huge fuck pole forced its way up her tight, childless love passage, but she humped her hips hard against him once, twice, three times, until he was finally in all the way to the balls, filling her far more tightly than ever before. She gave little whimpering moans as Brad began to fuck her, gently at first, not wanting to hurt her. They began to kiss again as they fucked, and Millie's mouth opened wide to accept Brad's probing tongue. The tongue fucking was coordinated with the cock thrusts, as Brad's movements made her body rock up and back. She had one of the tightest cunts that Brad's dick had ever enjoyed, and he had to struggle to keep from approaching his climax too soon.

But Millie was apparently so horny from this very unusual - in fact, unique for her - adulterous experience that she was very soon ready to go over the top herself. She began using her body to urge Brad on to harder, faster, and deeper penetrations. Her mouth, still very busy on Brad's, was making urgent sounds that were something like "Ummmph! Ummmph! Ummmph!" each time Brad's ramming cock hit bottom. She was bucking lustily with her hips as well, showing surprising strength and passionate desire.

When Brad sensed that she was going into her orgasm, he finally let go and began blasting his cum deep inside her grasping, churning pussy. She felt it and redoubled her efforts to get every possible sensation out of this fantastic fuck. Both of them were panting and sweating and writhing in the heat of their mutual orgasm. "God!" thought Brad as he drained the last of his cum into her, "I've actually fucked the preacher's wife right in the church!"

As they lay there, their energy spent, his softening cock still inside her, their juices dribbling down her ass crack onto the mats, Millie wept a little bit again. Brad could understand how her feelings were overwhelmingly mixed up. A preacher's wife, now an adulteress, guilty of the same sin as her fallible husband. Furthermore, indulging in sex with a 16-year-old high school boy. But damn, it was good sex! The best ever for her. Or at least, Brad conceitedly thought it must be.

Brad hardened up again fast as he caressed Millie's thighs and ass and tits, so he didn't even withdraw from her cunt's fond embrace until they were fucking again to another grand climax. In fact, Millie got off a couple times before Brad shot another load way up into her belly. She was a damned good piece of ass, even if she was a preacher's wife, thought Brad. She seemed to love everything that he did to her, and she gave back as good as she got.

Although Millie had to fight her strong guilt feelings, she loved Brad's cock too much to give it up right away. So they continued to fuck each other for several months, in fact, overlapping the beginning of the affair with Mrs. Correlli. Brad introduced this inexperienced older woman to oral sex, at first licking her pussy over her violent protests until she saw how good it felt. He gently led her toward fellatio, and she came to the point of kissing his prick. Finally her lost patience with her, held her down, stuck his cock into her mouth, and said, "Suck, damn it!" She did, and in a short time came to love doing it for him. He had discovered by this time that Millie frequently liked her sex to be a bit rough. Somehow she could abandon herself to it more easily if somehow it seemed that she was forced into it and wasn't really responsible.

One day she told Brad as they disrobed and prepared to screw, "Brad, darling, this will be our last fuck. I have a very special reason that I will tell you before you leave." Although Brad protested, he actually wasn't too unhappy to have the affair end, because he was heavily into (pardon the pun) Maria Correlli by this time. After a very loving fuck session, Millie told Brad as she kissed him good-bye, "I'm pregnant, Brad. I've tried so many times before to have a child, and now I'm really going to be a mother. I don't know whose child it is, but all the world will believe it's my husband's, and I will never question it myself. As a mother, I must return to my wedding vows and never again commit the sin of adultery. I'll always be grateful to you, Brad, and I'll always love you, but I know that Bill and I can be happy again now. Good-bye, my darling."

"I suppose I should be grateful to that woman who committed adultery with the preacher, or I never would have got into Millie Warren's panties," said Brad, smiling complacently.

Yes, that woman surely did a lot for you, thought his mother, Anita Collins. Oh, God, what a situation! Here I fucked our pastor, Bill Warren, and he was fool enough to confess it to his wife. Thank God he didn't tell her who the woman was. But because of that innocent little bit of recreation, Bill's wife opened her legs for my son, and now he may be the father of her unborn child. "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive." How true that quote is!

All she could say was, "Brad, you are just too much!" She could feel her cunt juices seeping out and wetting her panties. She was still trembling at the mental image of her son ramming his big cock into the mouth of the preacher's wife. "Well, since you are such a stud for the old biddies, I suppose there are still others that you have been playing around with."

Again Brad smiled rather smugly. "Well," he said, "there's one more - Jenny Thompson."

"Oh, God, no! Jenny Thompson! Chuck's mother?" Chuck was the long, lean quarterback of the football team, another major reason for its success. But Jenny, though she was a fun-loving sort, certainly didn't seem like the kind of person to indulge in sex affairs with teens. She was short, plump, and rather dumpy looking, Anita thought. "But how could you manage to get to her without Chuck finding out?" she asked.

"That's just the way I did get to her. Chuck was there first."

"Huh?" Anita uttered stupidly.

"Chuck swore me to secrecy and then told me that he was screwing his mother. I think he was so proud of himself that he had to boast to somebody about it."

"Chuck Thompson screwing his own mother! Oh, my God! What is this world coming to? But how did you get involved with her?"

"Well, I told Chuck that I didn't believe him. I said it was just a jack-off fantasy. Actually I did believe him, because I had seen a couple things that I could see now were a little more than usual mom-son things. But I kept putting him on by pretending I just couldn't believe him. A couple days later when he told me that he had just fucked his mother again, he said that he could prove it to me. Then he invited me over for the next morning. He would hide me in the closet and fuck her right there in his room where I could see for myself."

"Oh, Brad! This is getting worse and worse! A son fucking his mother and inviting his best friend to watch!"

"Yeah," said Brad with a big grin. "God, it was fun!" Then he went ahead and told her of the menage a trois of Charles "Chuck" Thompson, his loving mother Jenny Thompson, and our shameless hero, Bradley Marcus Collins.

Brad had met Chuck outside his home at 9:00 Saturday morning as had been arranged, and Chuck sneaked him inside and to his room. Brad was installed in the closet with the door open a crack and was told to wait. Through the crack he had a clear view of the whole bed. A little later he heard the sound of voices, and Chuck and his mother entered the bedroom. She was wearing a long dressing robe and seemed to be protesting, although she had a smile on her face. "Oh, you horny kid you," she said. "Don't you ever get enough? You're like an alcoholic needing his first drink early in the morning."

"Aw, come on, Mom," Chuck begged. "I really need it. And besides, I know that you like it as much as I do."

Jenny Thompson sighed. "Oh well, you do keep your dear old mother well satisfied. Since you're so horny, I guess I could supply you with a quick piece of ass." In the closet Brad's cock was quickly as hard as a rock, and he unzipped his pants and took it out to play with. This was going to be good.

Chuck grabbed his mother and kissed her solidly on the lips. "Thanks, Mom," he said. "You're the greatest!" He pulled the belt loose on her robe and stripped it off her body. She had on only a pair of white panties, and her nice big tits were swinging free. She didn't look bad at all from Brad's viewpoint. She was a little bit chubby, but she sure looked like all woman.

Chuck stuck his fingers in the waistband of his mother's panties and tugged them down, revealing a very hairy crotch under a curving belly. Her full thighs were very nice where they swelled into her ample hips and formed that vee at her pussy. Chuck put his hand directly on her hairy pussy and began fingering it, and she spread her legs and let him do it as she helped him take off his shirt and pants. "Ok, Mom," Chuck said as soon as he was naked, his long cock bobbing in the air, "I'd like to do you doggy style this time. Get on the bed on your hands and knees."

"My, you're awfully bossy this morning," his mother said as she casually climbed onto the bed.

Chuck smacked her on the ass with a loud slap. "Stick that ass up there, woman. I gotta get this cock in your pussy now!"

His mother rose up on her knees and rubbed her stinging ass. "Damn you, Chuck! You're going to kiss that or you won't get a thing from me."

"Sorry, Mom," Chuck said. "I got carried away." He leaned down and kissed the spot of the slap on her bare ass lovingly. "I'll kiss this ass any time I get the chance," he said, as he kissed all over both smooth hemispheres and even in the crack. He had one hand under her crotch and was fingering her pussy again.

"OK, you're forgiven," Mrs. Thompson said. "Here's my ass all ready for you." She lowered her tits to the bed, resting on her elbows with her ass thrust up and out, her knees on the very edge of the bed. Brad could see through the crack of the closet door right into the crack of her ass and the hairy cunt beneath her ass, framed by her widespread plump thighs. God, it sure looked appetizing!

Chuck stepped between her feet, and standing beside the bed, he pulled her hips back until his cock was entering the gap below her asshole. Then he leaned forward as he pulled her ass back, and his long prick slowly pushed between the puffy lips of her cunt. He fucked it back and forth a few times until that whole long pole was completely inside her, with her ass right up against his belly. Brad had a ringside seat and could see the coupling perfectly from only a few feet away. He could clearly see Chuck's long cock going in and out of those soft hair-fringed lips. His own big dick was hot in his hand.

Then Chuck started thrusting into his mother's cunt. She cooperated by rocking back and forth, bucking her nice big ass back against him as he fucked into her juicy pussy. "Mmmm, that's nice, sonny boy!" she muttered as they screwed doggy style.

"You sure do hump that big sexy ass nice!" Chuck said, as he rammed her harder and harder. "Looks great too." Brad could certainly say a loud amen to that if his presence hadn't been a secret. He was really turned on by seeing this mother take her son's big cock into her pussy from the rear and enjoy it so much. He had never observed two other people having live sex before, although he had seen it in porno movies. The movies couldn't come anywhere near the real thing. Maybe the broads in the movies had trimmer bodies, but damn! that Jenny Thompson sure looked sexy as hell bucking and humping her ass for her son's fuck rod.

Then Chuck gave a yelp and started pumping like crazy, shooting his load into his mom's cunt. She humped faster too to keep up with her son's eager thrusts, her strong thighs propelling her luscious ass backward and forward with great power and speed. Finally Chuck slumped over his mother's back, panting and sweating. She tried to keep humping, but he was done. Finally he pulled out dripping cum on the floor and the edge of the bed. Juices trickled down the plump thighs of the still widespread Mrs. Thompson, as Brad stared right into that swollen, reddened wet pussy.

Then Jenny gave a sort of wail and said, "Dammit, Chuck, that was too fast! You've got me all roused up now, and you're all done."

"Well, I can lick you, Mom," Chuck said, as he wiped his cock with a handful of tissues.

"No, what I need is a cock inside me," his mother said. "I guess we'll have to bring Brad out of the closet so he can finish the job."

Brad was thunderstruck. He almost, but not quite, lost his erection. How had she found out? Then Chuck was laughing as he opened the closet door. Damn! It was a setup! Both of them had known he was in that closet, and they were putting on a performance for him. Brad stepped out, blushing and trying to jam his hard cock back into his pants. "You heard her, Brad," said Chuck, with a broad grin on his face.

"Hey!" his mother hollered. "Don't put that thing away! You're going to need it. I'm going to report you as a peeping Tom if you don't get over here and finish the job that Chuck started. It looks like you've got just the equipment I need. And how!"

Brad looked at Chuck, who said, "Go ahead, Brad. I can promise you that she's damned hot stuff. And she wants you. This was mostly her idea."

Well, Brad couldn't refuse an invitation like this, so he stripped off his clothes and slowly approached the bed. He waited to see what Jenny was going to do. She resumed her earlier position with her big ass sticking up at him. Then she said, "Chuck, get over here on the bed. I want to get you ready as a reserve." She directed him to lie on the bed in front of her, with his cock sticking up right by her face. Then she said to Brad, "OK, Brad, stick that big thing into Mommy's hungry cunny. It looks even better than I thought it would."

Brad stepped between her thighs and took hold of Jenny's hips. Then he pressed the tip of his cock against her hairy cunt lips, still wet from her previous fuck. She was so slick that it took him only a few shoves to get it clear into her, but she was plenty tight enough to make it a good close fit. "Ahhhh! That's just what Mama needs," Jenny sighed. Then she started licking at Chuck's reviving cock and humping her hips back against Brad's belly. It took awhile to get into the rhythm so that she wouldn't be pulling Chuck's cock out by the roots while she rocked to Brad's fucking motion. But finally they were really in action. Jenny had her son's cock well into her mouth now and was sucking lustily. Brad loved watching her sexy big ass flex as she humped it back to meet his strokes. She felt damned good on his cock.

What a great new experience! Fucking his best friend's mother doggy style while she sucked her own son's lucky cock! This was the best yet for Brad. He began ramming into Jenny's cunt with enthusiasm, pulling way out and pistoning in hard. He could tell from her eager reactions that she liked it too. She kept bucking back to get the most out of each drive. Then Brad thought of something that he had recently learned from Maria Correlli. He reached his hand around Jenny's active thigh and got his hand on her mound. This way he could get his finger on her clit and manipulate it while he fucked her. This got a reaction right away, as Jenny jerked and said, "Ummmph!" loudly in a voice muffled by Chuck's cock.

Brad kept it up, fucking and fingering, and soon the beautiful ass of Chuck's mom's started going wild. She really went to work on Chuck's cock as well, for soon he yelled out and started jerking and shooting into her mouth. She started moaning and growling in a muffled way, and Brad had to hold on to her ass as he fucked her furiously. He could feel his climax coming, and he knew it was the right time for all of them, so he just let go and started spouting his cum into her wildly undulating hips. All three of them came within a few seconds of each other. In a few moments they were all lying together on the bed, panting and quivering with the after-effects of their orgasms, their naked bodies covered with sweat, cum on their crotches, Jenny's face and various other places.

After a while, Jenny took hold of both of the boys' cocks and started reviving them by jacking them firmly. Brad got a finger in her sloppy wet cunt and started fingering her again. Chuck started sucking on one of her nipples. As they lay there pleasuring each other, Jenny Thompson said, "I think I've died and gone to heaven. What more could any woman want than two big horny young cocks?"

Brad recovered his hardness sooner, since Chuck had already got off twice. Jenny pushed Brad onto his back and began sucking his cock. God, he loved to watch her head bobbing up and down and feel her lips and tongue sucking hard on his growing prick. But then Jenny climbed astraddle Brad and lowered herself onto his upstanding member. He watched it disappear from view as her hairy mound came down to meet his own hair. Then she threw herself forward and put her cum-covered mouth on his in a big open-mouthed kiss. She began lifting her hips and lowering them onto his, fucking him slowly but very firmly.

Chuck began playing with her ass and Brad's balls as his mother continued to fuck his best friend. He got down where he could see from inches away his mother's pussy slide up that big wet pole, the lips pulling out, and then slide back down, pushing the lips back inside. As he later told Brad, it was an exciting sight to him, watching Mom fuck, almost as much fun as fucking her himself. Before long, Jenny started coming again. As Chuck knew well, she always came best when she was on top. She really began riding Brad, slamming down onto him as hard as she could, then bucking her big ass way up, faster and faster, all the time with her open mouth on Brad's, moaning and groaning and panting. Then Brad's cock sensations went over the top, and he added his groans to hers as he lifted his ass up and started shooting another load of cum into that overflowing pussy.

After a few moments of shuddering recovery, Jenny rolled off onto her back, and immediately Chuck jumped on her, stabbed his cock into her up to the roots, and began fucking her like mad. She had been exhausted, but in no time at all she was revved up and fucking back again. It was almost as if a new orgasm just picked up where the last one had left off. Never had her son fucked her so hard before. He was bouncing their bodies all over the bed. This time Brad was the spectator, although he managed to feel various parts of Jenny's body as her son was screwing her. He loved watching Chuck hammer her with his long prick and to see all that lovely plump womanhood being bounced and bounced. She curled her soft legs around her son's body and squeezed him to her with them, moaning again very loudly. Then Chuck yelled out again, and shot his third load of the morning. He lay inert on his mother's body for two or three minutes while she petted and stoked his back. Then he rolled off.

Now it was Brad's turn again. He had been so turned on by watching mother and son in fierce intercourse that his cock was again stony hard. He jumped on the already well-fucked body of Chuck's mother and rammed his rod into her once more. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Another one already!" But she was up to the situation and began humping Brad with renewed vigor. It was another wild, hard superactive fuck, with the bed again taking quite a beating as these two large bodies bounced all over it in their coital passion. Jenny soared to another tremendous orgasm as Brad again shot a load of his cock juice into her hyperactive love passage.

As they again lay together, lovingly caressing, but too spent for further intercourse at the moment, Jenny Thompson warmly thanked her son for adding his friend to their relationship. "We'll have to get together often from now on. OK, boys?" Both boys enthusiastically exclaimed that it was definitely OK. And indeed it was during many sessions thereafter.

Anita Collins almost felt as if she herself had been fucked multiple times after listening to this lurid tale of three-way sex. My God, she thought, Jenny Thompson and her son and my son having an orgy, and not just once. The vivid image of two horny boys alternately jumping on the mother of one of them and fucking her repeatedly without a break! God! All that cum! She must have had it coming out of her ears before they were finished. What would it be like to be the object of pleasure for two young quickly rejuvenated boys like that - for hours at a time? A wave of jealousy shot through her as she thought of Jenny Thompson sucking Brad's cock and taking it up her pussy.

Jealousy! Could this be real? Was she really jealous? No, that couldn't be. It was just that this woman was lewdly abusing her innocent young child and ought to be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. That's all it was. But those sensations in her loins gave the lie to that. Her son was giving sexual pleasure to a whole harem of older women, and his mother was being left out. That was the problem. She fought to stifle this idea, but it was gaining control of her mind.

With a shaking voice, she tried to reason with Brad. "How could you help a friend to commit such a disgusting sin with his own mother? Don't you think it's evil?"

"Well, no, Mom, I don't. Chuck loves his mother a lot more now than he did before, and I mean in a good way - you know, in a real mother-son way. He's a lot more respectful and even obedient now, a better son all around. And you know why?"

"Why? Just so he can get sex?"

"No, it's because he's now absolutely sure that his mother really loves him."

"Brad, Jenny Thompson is a short, fat old bag. Now why would you want to get mixed up with her when you can have your pick of so many beautiful young girls?"

"Mom, you've never seen Jenny Thompson with her clothes off. She's a real sexpot. Maybe she is a little plump, but in bed she looks terrific. And she's great fun. As far as young girls go, they bore me. It takes a real woman, one with some experience and maturity, to interest me."

"But Jenny Thompson! Your best friend's mother!"

Brad said slowly and carefully, blushing a little, "I think that's the thing that makes her so exciting - the mother thing, that is. I guess one of the most common fantasies a young guy can have is - uh - you know - doing it with his mother."

Now it was Anita's turn to blush. She tried to control her emotions and to think clearly about how she could get through to Brad that his activities were wrong. "Brad, the point is that you cannot continue to go around having sex with all these married older women. Don't you see how dangerous it is? You could ruin your reputation. You could even get shot by a jealous husband, for God's sake."

"Jenny is divorced."

"Yes, but what about the others? And I'm sure that there must be more that I don't know about - or there will be if you go on like this. What can we do to keep you at home where you belong and out of these old women's beds?"

Brad was silent for a moment, then began awkwardly, "Well, Mom, there's - uh - well - " He broke off, then said, "Chuck doesn't mess around with any other women."

A flash of heat swept through Anita's body. "What do you mean by that?" she demanded hoarsely.

"Well, you - uh - said something about being home where I belong. Well - you see - Chuck's got - uh- something to stay home for." His head was down and he was avoiding her eyes, and his indecisive manner of speaking was very unusual for her normally glib son.

Anita definitely knew what he meant now. There could be no mistake. He was saying that if he could fuck his own mother, he would be glad to stay home and out of other women's beds. She knew that she should denounce this idea vehemently and castigate him as a disgusting and dishonorable son. But instead she just sat there with her imagination unreeling images of Brad screwing those other older women and then - then she visualized him approaching her own crotch with that huge young cock. No! No! She just wouldn't think of it. God! What a thrill it would be! No, dammit! NO!

The silence had lasted for some time. Finally Anita asked, surprisingly, "Which of those three women was best in bed?" God, she thought, now why the hell did I ask that?

"Well," Brad began hesitantly, "They were all good. I liked Maria because she has the best figure overall and I guess just because she is a preacher's wife and never played around before. . . . But Maria was a much hotter lover, more experienced, and of course, she has those great tits, so I really got more of a bang out of her. . . . But I guess Jenny is the best, because she's just so much fun. She doesn't look as good as the other two, but she just pure loves sex in every form, and as I said, there's the mother thing. That really gets to me, Mom."

Anita blushed again. "Have you had sex with Jenny alone, or just with Chuck?"

"Oh, I fucked her alone a couple times. Chuck doesn't know it. His mom wants to keep it a secret just so it won't hurt his feelings."

"Did she invite you to come alone, or was it your idea?"

"She asked me to come the first time, and I dropped in the second time when I knew Chuck was tied up somewhere else. She was sure glad to see me." And he grinned broadly.

Anita licked her dry lips, probably dry because she was practically panting through her mouth. "Do you think Maria's tits are nicer than mine?" Oh, God! Again it had just come out without her will.

"Oh no, not at all! - er - that is, I don't think so. I mean, well, Maria's sort of sag, and yours don't seem to - that is, - of course, I haven't seen them bare, so I don't know for sure."

You miserable little liar, she thought, you have seen them bare. I know you've sneaked around and seen everything I've got.

"And your face is a lot prettier than hers," Mark added. "A lot prettier."

"Thank you, honey," Anita mumbled, blushing again. "Is Millie's - uh - body prettier than mine?"

"No way, Mom! She doesn't have nearly as much in the - uh - bust, and not quite as much in the hips and aa - er - behind as you. . . . In fact, I don't know any woman with a better shape than you've got, Mom."

Her heart fluttered with a wave of joy and gratitude, and her pussy creamed even more. "Thank you, Brad, but you don't have to flatter me."

"No flattery, Mom. Just the absolute truth - at least, the way I rate women. Of course now, I've seen them with all their clothes off, and I haven't had the - uh - pleasure of seeing you naked, so maybe I could be wrong."

She could easily see what his scheme was, and she should angrily cut him off right now, but somehow she was being compelled by her emotions and her biological urges to play along with him. "Oh? Do you really think you could be wrong?"

"Well, no, but it's really hard to tell, Mom. Now Jenny especially looks a lot better nude. It's surprising. And then there's this other woman - oops! . . . . Oh well, she looks great until you get that padded bra and girdle off her, and then she's saggy and shapeless. You never can be sure."

God! Still another one! But mainly Anita felt insulted to hear him say that she might not look as good nude. Even though she knew very well that he had seen her completely unclothed, she felt an overwhelming desire to prove to him that her body was outstanding. "Look here, dammit, Brad! I don't wear any padding or other phony aids, and I think you know it." She took a deep breath, then declared boldly, "Here, I'll prove it."

She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and yanked it off. In a few seconds she had unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. There she stood with both big shapely breasts standing up firmly, the pink nipples jutting out brazenly. She knew she wasn't as big as Maria Correlli, but she was damned sure that her boobs were plenty big enough to please any tit lover and were still as firm as when she was a teenager. "OK, Don Juan, what do you say about these babies?"

"Oh Jeez, Mom! Fantastic! They're just absolute beauties! I've never seen better tits in any magazine or porn film or anywhere else!" His eyes were glued to her breasts, wide with unfeigned admiration. She could tell that he would love to get his hands on them. And then he said, "Of course, the real test is - uh - how they feel, you know."

She marched right up to him. "OK, feel!" Brad gasped and then reached out with both trembling hands and gingerly touched her hard, upstanding nipples. She trembled herself when she felt her own son's fingers on her breasts for the first time since infancy. She stood still, waves of pleasure sweeping through her as he more boldly began to massage her big tits and to manipulate her sensitive nipples.

"Oh God, Mom! There couldn't be anything in the world that feels as good as these beautiful big melons!" An even stronger thrill shot through Anita's body at this obviously sincere praise. "I gotta taste them too, Mom. Every woman has a different taste."

She grasped both tits in her hands and thrust them out toward his face, presenting her twin goodies to him freely. "Taste!" she commanded.

Taste he did, tenderly kissing each nipple in turn with soft lips, then touching them lightly with his tongue, licking them, getting them wet, then placing his mouth on them and sucking, gently at first, then more insistently, then sort of nibbling and chewing lightly on them, switching back and forth from tit to tit. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" he began repeating, "Delicious, Mom - delicious!"

Anita held his head with both hands, running her fingers through his short, football player's hair as he suckled and nibbled her breasts. "Oh, Brad honey!" she moaned. "Oh, my darling, darling boy! Oooooh, that feels so nice, my sweet Brad!" She felt herself starting to come already, just from his loving attentions to her tits. Soon she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy, pulling his head frantically into her soft white globes, trembling and tingling all over.

Brad finally pulled his face out of the deep valley of her gorgeous cleavage and murmured in awe, "God, Mom, if the rest of you is this good, I'll be in heaven!"

Anita quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper. "You can't tell how good a woman is till you've fucked her!" she found herself saying brazenly. Now she was sounding like him! With his help, she shucked off the shorts, stepping out of them in only her sheer white bikini panties. Brad was staring at her dark mound showing through the thin fabric, looking as if his mouth were watering. "Brad!" Anita cried. "Rip them off me! Tear your mother's panties right off!"

Brad was very quick to comply. He hooked his fingers in the sides, and his strong hands tore the panties into two pieces with a ripping sound. He cast the filmy tatters aside and gazed in delighted awe at her smooth rounded belly curving down to that exciting mound covered with dark-brown hair, where the soft, swollen lips were peeping through, oozing the moisture of her sexual arousal. In a moment his hand was cupping that precious cunt of his beautiful mother, feeling the crispness of the hair and the wet softness of those lips at the gateway to paradise.

"Oh, come on, Brad! Quick! Let's go to bed!" She gave his hand a tug and turned to dash out of the kitchen. Brad followed her with joy. But when he saw that fantastic ass, swelling out in such sexy perfection, he just couldn't wait. As they reached the living room, he dragged her down onto the soft carpet, struggling out of his shorts at the same time. In a moment she was spread wide open before him, and he lunged at her with his enormous cock, spearing straight into that inviting hairy target. With no preliminaries at all, he rammed his rod home with one mighty thrust.

Anita first felt a searing pain as that gigantic fuck pole plowed deep into her soft love passage. God! It was big! Bigger by far than anything that had ever been in there before! But then as her creamy passage opened to accommodate his demanding tool, she felt overwhelmingly fulfilled - filled full and fulfilled. Oh, what a tremendous feeling to be lying here on the living room carpet with her own big handsome son's gargantuan cock deep inside her cunt! What an outrageous thrill! Never had she felt so overcome with sheer pleasure!

She couldn't control her feelings, her speech, or her movements. She heard herself moaning loudly and saying all kinds of words that she had never uttered before in her son's presence. "Oooooh, Brad honey! You feel so goddamned gooooood in Mommy's pussy! Oh, Brad baby, you're making Mommy feel so goood! Fuck your Mommy, Brad! Oh, fuck your horny, happy Mommy!"

Brad baby was really fucking Mommy now. Every fierce thrust scooted her a few inches across the floor, sliding her soft ass on the thick carpet. She wrapped her beautiful full thighs around her son's body, clasped her ankles behind him and pulled him harder into her. She got both hands on his ass and added the strength of her arms to pull him harder and deeper still. As big as that monstrous cock was, she just couldn't get enough of it. She wanted to pull her son's entire body into her, to take him right back into the womb that had born him. Every stroke into her churning pussy was a stroke of sheer delight to her. She felt every inch of him, an awful lot of inches, plunging in and out of her eager, hungry fuck hole.

The pleasure just kept mounting and mounting. When she thought she had reached the absolute peak of thrilling sensations, way past anything she had ever felt before in her active sex life, she was swept to a higher level yet, soaring up and up into the stratosphere of heavenly delights. Oh, the tremendous feeling of those powerful thrusts! Oh God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Slam! Wham! Bam! Oh God! Here we go! Here comes the biggest O of all O's! Oh God! Oh God! It's so good I just can't stand it! I'm going to pass out from pure delight! OH GOD! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AAAAHHHHHHHHH! Oh, he's shooting his load into me now! Oh God! I can feel that hot cum spurting way up inside me! My son is planting his seed way up in my fertile garden, watering it with his juices! OH GOD! MY SON! BRAD! MY DARLING SON! AAAAHHHHHHHH!

And with that Anita Collins did black out for a few moments, so overwhelmed was she with a mixture of emotion at the idea of performing the forbidden act of incest, infinite love for this fantastic son of hers, and the almost unbearable physical sensations of the best fuck she had ever had. When she slowly regained her senses, she was still lying under the big powerful body of her son, who was sprawled in total exhaustion on his widespread mother, with his still semi-hard prick way up inside her overflowing cunt.

Anita began to moan softly again, saying her son's name over and over, "Brad! Brad! Oh, my Brad! Brad honey! Oh, Brad sweetie! Oh, my darling Brad!" She was stroking his back and his ass and his balls, thrilling with love and happiness. He raised his head and they began to kiss - long, deep, wet kisses, filled with feeling, with deep love and gratitude for the great gift that they had just given each other.

"Mom! Oh, my wonderful, wonderful Mom! You're the most terrific woman in the world! What a stunning body you've got! And what a fantastic fuck! What a magnificent piece of ass! Nobody could be better than my Mom! My own wonderful Mom!" These love words mingled with Anita's heartfelt praise for her son, as they lay caressing and kissing.

In an amazingly short time, Brad's rod was as stiff as ever, and he began moving it slowly within her. Then he rolled both of them over and told his mother, "Go ahead and ride me, Mom. Make it as good as you can for yourself. Just use my cock for your playtoy."

"Mmmmm!" Anita murmured. "What a playtoy!" She lifted up her hips until just the tip of his cock was inside her pussy lips. Then she sensually rotated her mound so that his sensitive head was brushing her sensitive clit. He stared down between their bodies and watched the glorious scene of the mother and son genitals rubbing each other's most responsive parts. Anita kept up this slow pleasuring as long as she could stand it, until the sensation was just too much to bear any longer. Then she began to plunge up and down on that giant prick, taking him all the way inside, then humping her ass way up to the tip, then slamming down on him again. He began bucking up to meet her, and they went into full fuck mode for long wild minutes until he began to shoot again into his mother's cunt and she soared into another mammoth orgasm.

Later they lay in bed lazily caressing and kissing and talking love words. Then Anita asked, "So you really enjoyed sharing Chuck's mother with him, huh?"

"Yeah, Mom, it was great." He was silent for a moment, and her imagination began replaying the description of this lucky woman being fucked silly by two horny youngsters. Then somehow the image kept changing to herself being boffed by those same two lads. Hmm, if anything could be better than the sex she had just been enjoying with her amorous teenaged son, could it be sex with two teenagers? The idea was definitely titillating.

Then, as if he had been reading her horny mind, Brad said, his finger probing her cunt, "I suppose it would be only fair if I offered to share my mother with Chuck. What do you think of that idea?"

"Hey! What kind of woman do you think I am!" Then Anita laughed, seized her son's big cock fiercely, and said, "You're right. Do you want to invite Chuck, or should I?"

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