Harry slowly opened his eyes. It took him a few moments to remember where he was as he looked at the clock over the refrigerator. It was passed midday. Where had the day gone?
He wracked his brain trying to remember. Suddenly, with a shock, it all came roaring back into his brain.
"Could it have been a dream or had it really happened?" he asked himself.
Just then he caught the fragrance of his mother's perfume, erotic and mysterious floating in the air. Breathing in deeply, he savored its smell. He loved the smell of her perfume. Then he gradually became aware of the heavy scent musk in the air. The smell of sex was so strong, it almost masked his mother's perfume. The air in the room reeked with it.
He suddenly became aware of his mother sleeping beside him. He could feel the heat from her body and sense the rhythmic rise and fall of the sheets with every breath she took. But that didn't really mean anything. She could have gotten cold during the night and came in to be next to the fire. How would he know?
Finally, his mind began to work again. What was she wearing? Did she have her pajamas on? That would be the key. He knew that he was naked, but he always slept in the nude, so that didn't mean anything.
He had to find out what she wore underneath the thin sheet that covered her. Was she wearing anything, or was she naked. Just the thought of her lying next to him naked sent a spasm of excitement tearing through his cock. He had to know.
Timidly, he ever so carefully reached down and slowly lifted the sheet that covered them both. Then taking a deep breath, he peered under it.
MERLIN, HIS MOTHER WAS NAKED. So it hadn't been a dream. He felt another jolt of excitement spark through his cock as he realized that IT must have really happened. He reran the whole erotic episode through his mind.
It had really happened. He had actually fucked his mother at the cabin. Feeling his prick rapidly begin to harden, he ran his hand down to it. He found it covered with dried secretions of their love-making. Merlin, but he had fucked the shit out of his mother. Just like he remembered.
Suddenly he felt a deep, overwhelming tenderness toward her as he stared at her lovely face. She was a very beautiful young looking witch and he lusted for her so much already. His heart was so full of lust for her, it ached.
Feeling overwhelmed by his lust for her, he knew that what he felt for her was much more than just lust... more like love. He still loved her as his mother, but now suddenly there was more. He loved her as a lover, too. And now, even after making love to her all night long, he found himself wanting her again.
As his cock continued to tingle and grow, he slowly peeled the sheet down off her body. He still thought her breasts were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. He adoringly watched them as they rose and fell with each breath she took. He was tempted to take one of the big, bulging nipples in his mouth, but knew that he had other things to do first. That could come later.
Begrudgingly, he gently rolled out of bed. Standing up, he saw that his cock was already half hard again. Smiling with smugness, he walked over to the window and looked out. The skies were gradually clearing. While dark and foreboding clouds were still whipping across the sky, there was an occasional glimpse of blue sky through them. The rain had tapered off dramatically. There was now only an intermittent spattering of rain as the heavier clouds went overhead. It looked like the rains were over, but the trail down the mountain would probably still be impassable.
He stood watching the clouds float by for a few moments, then he turned and plodded back to the room where he had imprisoned the stranger. Opening the door, he saw that the man still hadn't moved. Bending over him, Harry reached down to feel for a pulse. It was still there, steady and slow.
Guess I clocked him harder than thought! Will I have to go to jail for this? It had been self-defense, hadn't it? Oh, Merlin, I hope that they believe me.
Stumbling out of the room, he closed the door and locked it.
"Are you all right?" he heard his mother call from the couch as he reeled out of the room.
"Uh, uh, Yeah, uh, sure," he stammered, "uh, gotta use the bathroom."
Rushing into the bathroom, he closed the door and tried to gather his thoughts.
What could he do? It was patently clear that his hit was real hard and that guy was really bad hurt.
Would he have to go to jail if the man died? It was self-defense wasn't it? Kind of, anyway. Hell, they hadn't asked the man to come into their cabin. He had just burst in and taken over. He had brought it all on himself.
Well, it was all water under the bridge now. What would come, would come.
Splashing his face with cold water, he looked into the mirror. His eyes were immediately drawn down to his groin where his cock now dangled down lifelessly. The shock of seeing the man had momentairly deflated his love sword. He also saw that his groin was still covered with dry semen. With a sudden sense of shame, he quickly stepped into the shower to wash away the evidence of his transgression. As he showered, the shock of finding out that the man might die began to wane. Obscene thoughts of what he and his mom had done were already filling his mind again. If it hadn't been for that guy, his mom would still be his mom and not his lover, too. As much as he hated the man, he had to thank him for that.
Drying off, he threw the towel on the hamper and started for the door. As he started to turn the doorknob, he realized that he was about to brazenly walk out into the presence of his mom without a stitch of clothes on. What would she think? Would she think him arrogant and insolent, parading his basilisk before her? It would probably be more discreet to cover himself and not flaunt his nudity in front of her. After all, she was still his mother.
Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong, you sounded upset?" his mother asked him.
Looking over to where she sat, he saw that she was making no attempt to cover herself as she sat on the folded couch smiling at him. The sheet they had slept under had fallen down and was draped across her legs.
A tiny spark of excitement shot through his cock as his eyes quickly dipped down to her big, beautiful breasts.
"Did I do something wrong last night?" she asked him.
"Oh, No, NO," he blurted out, "Last night was was unbelievable."
"Well, what is wrong?" she yawned, stretching and sending her breasts into a spasm of jiggling and wiggling.
"Uh, the man," he started to say.
"What is wrong with him?" his mother interrupted, "Is he okay?"
"He hadn't moved since yesterday afternoon..." Harry said, walking over to the couch.
"Is he still breathing ?" she asked him, sliding her long, tanned legs out from under the covers.
"Well, yeah," he hesitated, "But I think I hit him too hard."
"WHAT?" she gasped, her face turning as white as the sheet draped over her thighs.
"What if he's gonna die?" Harry said emphatically.
"Are you sure?"
"Nah... his breathing is steady... but what if?"
"Yeah, what if."
Harry sat down by his mother and took her hands in his. They sat this way for several minutes staring into each other's green eyes. Neither of them spoke until at last, Harry squeezed her hand.
"He asked for it when he..."
"Yeah, when he..." she shivered. "Maybe you just hit him hard enough so that he will be a vegetable forever. Saves me the trouble of erasing his memory."
"You would really obliviate his entire memory?" he smiled at her.
"Too keep our secret?" she said very sternly, "Hell, yeah."
"You are real scary sometimes," he said, unable to stop from looking down at her breasts as they quivered and shook erotically.
"He brought it on himself," she said softly.
"Right," he agreed again.
"Well, to hell with him," she said, venom creeping into her voice, "I'm not going to let what he did ruin my life."
"I agree," Harry smiled mischievously, brazenly looking down at his mother's exposed breasts once again.
"Oh," his mother laughed softly when she saw him staring at her breasts, "and why is it that you have my love-toy covered up?"
"I didn't want to seem to obvious," he said, blushing slightly, "in case you were having second thoughts about what we had done."
"The only second thoughts I'm having is about having seconds," she smiled, standing up and looking down at him.
"You mean that you don't feel bad about what we did?"
"Should I?" she asked, turning and heading for the bathroom, "I'll be right back. Make us a snack and we can talk about it."
His eyes were automatically drawn down to her round, perfectly proportioned ass as it wiggled and jiggled seductively with each step she took.
As his eyes followed her, he was surprised when she stopped at the door of the bathroom.
Smiling proudly, she looked back over her shoulder at him.
"You like?" she laughed softly, tossing her hair and stepping into the bathroom.
This couldn't be happening. His mother was treating him as an equal. A lover. A friend. It was inconceivable, he thought as he watched her disappear into the bathroom.
This woman was his mother. The woman who had wiped his ass when he shit in his pants, made him clean his room; made him eat his veggies; made him do all those distastful things that mothers make kids do. Yes, she was this same mother, but now she was also something different. She wasn't just his mother. She was treating him as a man, and a lover, not some foolish child.
He had expected her to show some remorse or anguish for what they had done, but she didn't. Not one iota. Maybe she was hiding it for his sake, but he didn't think so. She didn't usually hide her feelings.
Listening, he heard the shower come on. Picturing her standing under the water, letting it run down her beautiful body, he got up. His cock was now fully inflated and standing at attention as he hurriedly prepared them a hearty snack and opened a bottle of wine. Waiting for her, he stood by the cabinet slowly stroking his cock and sipping on a glass of wine. She took longer than he had expected and he had almost brought himself to the point of ejaculation several times and finished two glasses of wine before he heard the bathroom door open.
Letting go of his throbbing prick, he held a glass of wine up and saluted her as she walked out.
"To the most beautiful woman in the world," he brashly exclaimed.
He almost dropped the glass as his eyes feasted on her beauty.
"What? Were you expecting something else," she brazenly laughed, seeing that he couldn't take his eyes off her as she strolled toward him.
"Uh, No, I just can't get over how beautiful you are," he foundered, openly gawking at her.
"Well, let me see you, too," she chirped, walking up and jerking on the knot that held his towel wrapped around his waist.
"Oh," she gulped as the towel dropped to the floor exposing his ripe hardness jutting out at her, "Merlin, you have a lovely cock."
Lovingly, she wrapped her hand around it and gently squeezed it sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through it.
He groaned as she intimately fondled his cock.
Smiling at him mischievously, she turned her back to him. Still holding onto his bloated maleness, she inched back and wickedly rubbed her ass up against it.
As she slowly rubbed her soft, full rearend up against his swollen manhood, Harry reached around and took her breasts in his hands.
"Merlin, I love your breasts," he murmured, familiarly fondling their heavy indolence. "They feel so soft and heavy. Like they were full of milk."
"I'm sorry that I don't have any milk for my baby," she mewed, "but, is there anything else my baby would like?"
"Just let me fuck you, forever and ever," he told her, squeezing her big, jiggling breasts.
She let him paw her breast for a few moments as she played with his rock hard penis. Then she slowly leaned over the table. Pulling away from his groping, grasping hands she bent over until her body was bent at almost a ninety degree angle over the table. Thrusting her butt back against him, she reached out and pulled the plate of snacks over in front of her. She slowly began to pick and eat the snacks as she deliberately rubbed her ass against his resurgent manhood.
"Does this give you any ideas?" she asked him, looking over her shoulder and smiling at him.
"Merlin, Yes," he panted.
"Well," she hinted, indecently leisurely spreading her legs apart.
Harry hurriedly edged up between her widespread legs. Reaching down, he grasped his throbbing cock and pushed it up against the soft, wet warmth between her legs. Unable to see the opening of her womanhood, he forcefully probed for it with the head of his cock.
Feeling him searching for her cunt, his mother mirrored the movement of his cock with her pussy until all at once he felt the head of his prick slip up into the hot wetness of her cunt.
"Oh, Yes, put it in Baby," she cooed as she backed up against him, "stick it all the way in."
With one quick upward lunge, he buried all the inches of his cock up into the tight, clinching heat of his mother's pussy.
"Oh, Merlin, you make me feel so fucking vulgar, " she gurgled, rolling her hips around as he banged his dick into her slowly and deeply. "You make me feel like I've never been really fucked before."
"I love to fuck you," he grunted, holding onto her hips and pounding his cock up into the hot wetness of her dripping slit, "I could fuck you forever and ever."
"You are the world's best mother fucker," she laughed wickedly, "I can't get enough of your giant basilisk."
"Good" he grunted, continuing to slam his cock into her.
"You can fuck me any way you want," she muttered, spreading her legs wider apart for him, "I'll just keep coming back for more and more. I'm afraid that I have become addicted to my son and his wonderful cock."
"Merlin, Mother, I love you," he muttered, feeling the semen in his balls begin to simmer and bubble.
"I want you to fuck me any way you want to," she laughed fiendishly. "Wouldn't you like that?"
"I'd love it," he blurted out pushing her down over the table and accelerating the tempo of his assault on her pussy.
"Oh, Yeah, Baby, fuck me hard and deep," she jabbered, pushing herself back on him and taking everything he gave her.
The table creaked and groaned under their weight as he hammered his cock into his mother. Faster and faster, he fucked her until he felt his balls were about to explode.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the loud, unmistakable sound of a muggle helicopter hovering directly above the cabin.
"What the Fuck?" Harry snorted as his hips stopped rocking back and forth.
Standing motionless, they listened to the wop of the helicopter's rotors overhead. "It sounds like a helicopter," his mother foolishly remarked as she continued to milk his cock with her cunt.
"No, shit," he said sarcastically.
"No need to get nasty," she pouted as she stopped clenching his dick with her pussy.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I was just about to cum."
"I know," she muttered, "so was I."
"I wonder who it is and what do they want?" he groaned, unable to withdraw his cock from its fiery haven.
"HELLO THE CABIN," came back his answer from the helicopter. "IS ANYONE IN THE CABIN?"
"Oh, Great, now what do we do?" he muttered, finally stepping back and easing his dripping prick out of his mother's drooling slit.
"Ohhhhh, Baby," she cooed, "it feels so good to have you in me."
"I know but if someone comes in," he grunted, "it probably wouldn't look too good to find us fucking."
"I know," she went on, "but it felt so good."
"Now what?" he asked looking to her for guidance.
"I think we had better answer them."
"Great timing, huh," he complained, stumbling over to where their clothes were thrown all over the floor.
"Yeah," she fussed, joining him.
Harry hurriedly jerked on his pants and slipped on a shirt while his mother stepped into a dress. Meanwhile the chopper continued to hover above the cabin.
"IF THERE IS ANYONE IN THE CABIN, PLEASE STEP OUTSIDE WITH YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD."
"What' th," Harry muttered, "they sound serious."
"Hurry up and let's go outside before they shoot tear gas or something in here," she jabbered, starting for the door.
"Mom, you had better put some panties on," he grinned foolishly, "those helicopters kick up quite a windstorm and I don't think you want those guys to see your beautiful pussy."
"Oh, you silly twit," she laughed, running back over to the pile and digging out a pair.
"Thanks for reminding me," she grinned pulling them on.
Waiting for his mother, Harry opened the door and peeked outside. The trees and bushes were flailing about madly as small sticks and stones pinged off the side of the cabin.
"Wait here a minute," he hollered at his mother as she joined him at the door, "I'll see if I can get them to back off a little."
"Okay," she yelled back at him, using the door for protection against the flying debris.
Stepping out onto the porch, Harry raised his hands up above his head and staggered toward the edge of the porch. Struggling to maintain his balance against the maelstrom of wind being generated by the helicopter, he stopped and peered up.
"ARE YOU OKAY?" came the question from the red, white and blue chopper hanging in the air above him.
Shaking his head up and down as animatedly as he could, he motioned for the helicopter to back off.
"WE ARE GOING TO BACK OFF OVER TO THE FIELD AND LAND. ARE YOU ALONE?"
Motioning for his mother to join him, he watched as she reeled out from behind the door. Then she lurched out onto the porch, bending over and holding her dress down around her knees to keep it from blowing up.
As she joined him, Harry held his hand up and stuck up two fingers.
"YOU ARE THE ONLY TWO IN THE CABIN?"
Harry shook his head up and down vigorously again as they watched the helicopter slowly back away. As the helicopter turned, they both saw the bold writing on its side and felt a shiver of fear run down their spine.
They both turned and looked at each other. What were the police doing up coming to their cabin?
Well, now it was time to pay the piper, Harry thought as he watched the helicopter set down. They both watched apprehensively as two patrolman disembarked from the aircraft and sloshed their way toward the cabin.
"Are you folks okay?" one of them asked as they came close enough to be heard.
"Uh, yeah, uh, sure, why?" Harry asked nervously.
"Well, there is an escaped murder on the loose up here in the mountains," the senior officer told him as they joined Harry and his mother on the porch.
"Huh," Harry gulped, "Really?"
"I'm afraid so," the cop returned, "Have you two seen anyone while you have been up here?"
Harry and his mother looked at each other and then back to the policeman.
"I'm afraid so," his mother explained.
"When," the younger policeman asked excitedly.
"Yesterday afternoon," she said, her shoulders drooping tiredly, "A man invited himself into our cabin with a gun right after we got here."
"Where is he now?"
"In the back room."
"I thought you said there were only two of you," the older cop said, slowly pulling his gun out of his holster.
"He doesn't feel too good, I'm afraid, " she said so softly she could barely be heard above the quiet whosh of the helicopter in the distance.
"What?" the older cop asked, pointing his gun at them. "Uh, both of you step over against the wall and keep your hands on your head."
Harry and his mother quickly obeyed the order.
"Hank, go check it out and see who these two people got there, while I keep an eye on them."
Harry and his mother raised their hands above their heads and shuffled over against the wall as they watched the younger cop quickly step inside the cabin. Fearing the worst, they heard him clomping loudly toward the back of the cabin while the older cop held his gun pointed in their general direction and looked at them suspiciously.
"How did it happen?"
"Well, shortly after we got here, we heard a knock on the door," Lily began, "and when my son opened the door, there stood this stranger with a gun in his hand."
"Why did you open the door?"
"It was raining cats and dogs and the guy looked miserable."
"Then what?"
"He forced his way in and took his clothes off right in front of us," she went on, "Then he threatened to do lewd and obscene things to both of us."
"That sounds like our guy," the cop said, "he was convicted of raping and murdering three women."
"Oh," Lily gasped, "Really?"
"Yeah," the cop told her, "then what happened?"
"Well, before he had a chance to do anything, he let his guard down long enough for my son to hit him in the head with a log."
"How lucky can you get?" the patrol officer laughed as they heard his partner clomping back through the house.
"It's okay, Luke," he said, stepping back out onto the porch. "It's our man. Breathing steady, but not much else."
"Well, this had been your lucky day," the head cop laughed, returning his gun to its holster.
Harry and his mother turned and looked at each other in stunned silence.
"Really?" Harry was finally able to ask as he slowly lowered his arms.
"Really." the older cop grinned.
"My Goodness," Lily gasped as she reached out and gave Harry a hug.
"Now we have to get you folks back down the mountain," the cop drawled.
"Huh," Harry muttered, still in shock at the sudden turn of events.
"We only have room for two persons in the chopper, so I guess one of you will have to stay up here until we can get another chopper up here later this afternoon."
"You don't have too... we left our car just two miles down the mountain... we wanted to start back home in a few hours anyway..." Lily said as she blushed and stepped back away from Harry, afraid that the police might sense their unatural intimacy. And looking so young as she did because of her magic, it wouldn't take much.
"Well... suit your self then..." he told her, "But when you get down the mountain, you folks have to come by the police station to give your statements."
"Will do..." she said demurely, glancing over at Harry, "Could you take the uh, that man down."
"Uh, yeah, yeah, we will," the cop muttered, "if you are sure that you don't mind coming down on foot."
"Well," she smiled at him, "We like hiking and nature... and we do it every chance we have... and it's not like we don't know this parts... I feel confident that we can take care of any emergency that might arise."
"I bet you are pretty proud of him," the cop smiled.
"You bet I am," she beamed, reaching over and patting his hand, "you bet I am."
"Aw, Mom," Harry blushed, "You're embarrassing me."
"Well, if you are sure," he repeated.
"We're sure," she told him.
"Okay, but we've got to get out of here pretty quick."
The two policeman hurried into the house as Harry and his mother stood on the porch holding hands. In a matter of minutes, the two officers came shuffling back out with the intruder draped over their shoulders.
"Well, I guess that we will see you later today at the police station in Harsbrow... that's where we are from..." he grinned as they tromped down the steps.
"About ten miles down the road?" asked Lily.
"Yeah, that's where we are stationed..." he grunted under the burden of the man's body.
"Okay," she smiled at him, secretly giving Harry's hand a squeeze. "we'll be there when we come down. And have a safe flight back down the mountain and thanks for looking for us."
"Thank you, Ma'am," he returned, almost out of ear shot, "And you two be careful."
Harry and his mother stood watching the two men slosh across the meadow to the helicopter where it waited with the rotor blade softly whooshing around in slow circles. Ducking under the idly rotating blades, the policemen staggered up to the chopper and loaded the unconscious man aboard. After they had him inside, they both crawled inside and strapped themselves in.
The blades of the chopper slowly gained momentum until it was a blur. Then, slowly, the helicopter lifted into the air. It slowly circled the cabin as the pilot waved to them before heading down the mountain.
"Well," Lily finally said as it disappeared into the sunny sky. "What a relief that is."
Both of them stood watching the sky. They didn't say a word for several long moments.
"Well, we better start gathering our things," Lily finally said.
It feel like a beautiful summer midday and a really good time for them to get down the mountain. The air was cool and warm, bur still filled with the smell of the summer rain that lasted until a few hours ago. Would their old friend, the rain return again while they were going down the mountain? The sun was shining really wonderfully and, even if the land was really wet, the mountain trail they used would be more than perfect to walk on. Mostly just rocks and stones.
"Or would you prefer that we stay up here and fuck until we drop?" Lily grinned, turning and taking Harry in her arms.
"Well, did we finished with the cleaning of the pipes the muggle way?" he laughed teasingly.
"If you want to do just that... if my little baby is already tired of his thirty-eight years old mom?"
"Never in a million years," he grinned back at her grinding his rock hard cock into her belly, "In fact, I want to finish what we started before we were so rudely interrupted by the police. Then, we start our walk down the mountain!"
"Really?" She smiled at him stepping back away from him.
"Don't you know it," he grinned back at her.
"You don't mean that you would like to put your big, bad thing inside your Mom's little pussy and fuck her again?" she taunted him as she backed toward the door
"Merlin, Yes," he panted.
Opening the door, his mother stopped. Turning around, she bent over and flipped her dress up revealing her beautiful bottom to him.
"You mean you want some more of this?" She laughed.
"Fuck, yes," he grunted, stepping toward her.
"Really, Harry, such language," she cackled, stepping inside the cabin, "and in front of your mother. I am appalled."
Harry followed her into the cabin, unzipping his pants as he went.
Without waiting for him, she headed straight for the table where they had been fucking earlier. Stopping by it, she quickly unbuttoned her dress and it fell to the floor. Wearing only her panties, she watched him shuck his pants down to his ankles.
"What a fucking cock," she purred as she watched his huge prick bounce up and down wickedly as he peeled off his shirt.
Shaking her head, she quickly bent down and jerked her panties down her long, tanned legs.
"See anything you like?" She laughed, turning and leaning over the table, wiggling her butt at him.
"Everything," he muttered, reeling toward her.
Halfway across the room, Harry stopped.
The view was one he would treasure the rest of his life. His mother, a very beautiful young woman and witch was naked and baring herself to him. Her buttocks, so round and firm were perfectly formed. In his mind, her ass was unequaled in the universe. And her legs were to kill for. Long, statuesque and firm, yet so supple with the muscles softly outlined below the tan skin.
Then he heard her laugh softly as she slowly spread her legs apart.
"Well... that's a sure way to make you forget a bad memory..." she trilled sweetly, as his cock jumped with excitement, "junior's jumping up and down so much."
Then as he started to take another step, he saw her lean down over the table. As he stopped to watch, she leaned over farther and moved her hand up between her legs. He stopped breathing as he watched her lift her hand all the way up to where the crack of her ass began. Then, she ran a finger down the crack of her ass. As her finger trailed down the crack, she paused when it reached the little wrinkled prune of her ass hole that now winked out from between the firm, soft cheeks of her ass.
Harry's cock was bobbing up and down wildly as he watched her tease her own asshole with her finger. He couldn't believe it. His mother was tickling her asshole as he watched. It was too much.
Finally, she stopped fingering her asshole and moved her finger down between the lips of her vagina. Without a pause, she quickly slipped her finger up into herself.
Harry had never seen anything so wickedly exciting in his life. Reaching down to his throbbing cock, he began to stroke it roughly as he watched his mother slide her finger in and out of her cunt. Her finger was literally dripping with the juices flowing from her overheated cunt as he gawked at her.
It was too wild for him to watch for long and with two quick steps he was standing behind her. Staring down at his mother's ass, he watched her wrinkled little asshole clenching and relaxing in rhythm with her finger digging into her pussy.
Fascinated by her flaunting overture, he slowly maneuvered the massive head of his cock up to her wrinkled little asshole. Slowly twirling the head of his cock around his mother's bung hole, he spread a coating of his pre-cum juice all over it covering it with the slippery sap. Then ever so gently, he leaned into her, holding his cock pinned against the delicate creased circle of her anal sphincter. For a moment, she didn't resist, but as the giant cockhead slowly began to force its way into the tight ring of muscles guarding her asshole, she inched away from him.
"Not yet, Baby," she murmured, turning around.
Their eyes met and fused together for several moments. As they stared into each other's eyes, their love for each other flowed between them so passionately it almost became visible.
Then abruptly, Lily reached down and quickly pushed her breasts one into another, very much like his sister or one of the girls was doing when they were getting ready to give him a titty fuck, then she let her great, jiggling breasts spill out free.
"OHMY," he groaned as her magnificent, bare breasts tumbled out into view not more than six inches in front of his face.
"Are my breasts beautiful?" she asked him, thrusting them toward him.
"Yes, Mom," he murmured, "They are so beautiful."
Pulling her son's face into her bosom, she felt his mouth hungrily seek out one of her aching nipples and lock onto it. Holding his face pressed against her breast, she reveled in the feel of him greedily sucking and pulling on her tingling nipple.
Not wanting him to stop, she stood in front of him relishing the feel of his lips as they pulled and tweaked her nipple for the longest time. Then, she felt him slowly slip his hand down. She waited breathlessly as she felt him deliberately inch his hand up her leg until she felt his fingers brush over her small arrow like pubic hair. Then she almost fainted when she felt his hot, probing fingers began to explore the soft, limp folds of flesh surrounding her most secret place.
"Ohhhhhh," she muttered as she waited for him to probe the hot, sticky core of her waiting womanhood.
As his fingers tentatively fumbled over the soft, fleshy lips surrounding her pulsating socket, she slowly spread her legs apart as wide as she could. Panting softly with anticipation, she eagerly awaited for him to explore her aching wetness with his fingers. She had to wait only a second or two longer before she felt him tenderly slide a thick, hot finger up into the seething slipperiness of her salivating cunt.
Slowly pushing his middle finger up into his mother's fiery slit, he eased it in as far as it would go. He stopped only when his knuckles brushed against her mons veneris. The excitement of the moment was so intense, he felt like he was suffocating. He wasn't dreaming, he really had his finger thrust up inside of his mother's wonderful pussy. He was almost afraid to move as he kept his finger thrust up into her hot, sucking hole. But finally, he began to move his finger around inside the squishy pulp of her womanhood as he explored its hot, forbidden mystery.
After several moments, she felt him stop twirling his finger around inside of her. Then without warning, he pulled his finger out of her aching hole. She was disappointed as she felt him run his hand back down her leg. Why had he taken his finger out of her so quickly, she wondered as she waited to see what he would do next.
Her wait was momentary as he stood up and took her in his arms. Pulling her to him roughly, he kissed her hard, sending his tongue digging deep inside of her mouth. He kissed her so passionately, it almost took her breath away.
They kissed for the longest time before she felt him forcing her to turn around. Wondering what he had in mind, she kept turning until she felt the edge of the table dig into the back of her thighs. Then, as they kissed and their tongues entwined, she felt him slowly forcing her back down onto the table.
As she leaned back farther and farther, she finally felt him abruptly lift her up onto the table.
In the heat of the moment, Harry hardly seemed to strain as he lifted his mother up onto the table. Then, their lips slowly parted as Harry gently, but forcefully, pushed her down on the table. She now lay on her back looking up at him as he stood between her outstretched legs.
Watching him, her eyes were filled with desire and more than a little apprehension. Then as the beautiful shimmering wetness of her vagina was finally revealed to him, Harry felt his cock lurch excitedly, threatening to erupt. The cause of thousands of wet dreams now lay before him, vulnerably exposed and waiting for him to impale it again with his mighty love-sword. Gawking down at the beauty of her alluring soft pink gash before him, he was overwhelmed by its fragile delicacy. The sheer intensities of emotions that were coursing through his body were so great that he was unable to move for the longest time.
Then suddenly he bent forward and buried his face in the bubbly wetness of her drooling pit. Luxuriating in the smoothness of the satiny skin surrounding her pussy, Harry wallowed in it, hungrily kissing and licking it. Rubbing his face in her overheated softness, he smeared its musky sweetness all over his face. As he did, he was engulfed by the erotic fragrance of her musky scent as it swelled up out of her ripe femininity. Groveling in the hot stickiness of the sweet-smelling slit between his mother's long, shapely legs, Harry felt his great cock jerking up and down with overripe eagerness from between his naked tights.
As her son stood looking down at her, Lily was alarmed at the size of his giant penis. Unable to stop herself, she openly stared down at her son's gigantic sex organ grotesquely sticking out from his groin. It jutted out at her like an enormous, pink serpent with a giant purple head and one great evil eye leaking with its malevolent readiness. As she gawked down at his great one eyed monster, she felt perverse excitement course through her body. Then a stream of pre-fuck juice dribbled out of the hole and ran down along the underside of his cock. She saw that he was so eager his great cock was literally dripping with readiness. To know that she was the cause of his excitement was so stimulating, she almost fainted as she awaited the reconsummation of their incestuous love.
Groaning with effort and desire, Harry leaned toward her again. Quickly slipping his arms under her beautiful legs, he hooked his elbows underneath her curvaceous, firm legs. Grunting, he quickly lifted her legs, spreading her frothing, drooling pit open even wider as his throbbing gargoyle approached it.
Leaning into her, he pushed his basilisk prick up to the drooling opening of her waiting wetness. As his giant cockhead touched the soft, satiny skin of her pussy, he felt such a rush of perverse excitement, his cock nearly belched out its fiery load. It had been exciting last night. Then it was very much quantity. Now it was so different. Now she was opening herself, inviting him to fuck her. To possess her. To make love to her.
Slowly easing his penis onto the vulnerability of her waiting softness, he couldn't stop himself from trembling with anticipation. He was about to make love to his beautiful mother, again. He was actually going to put his cock inside the place where he had been created so many years ago. Not only was he going to fuck her, but she was readily accepting his maleness back into the very core and soul of her motherhood. She was eagerly accepting him back into the fiery cauldron that had created him.
At the same time, it was frighteningly dangerous. They would be banned to wander the perilous territory of incestuous love forever. But it was too late to stop their headlong plunge as he watched her reach for his throbbing maleness.
Seeing the evil, purple hooded gargoyle approach her waiting womanhood, Lily reached down and took hold of its rigid, bloated hardness. Slowly, apprehensively, she forced it down onto the slippery wet gash of her motherhood. Then as it touched her, she rapidly rubbed the great purple cockhead up and down her dripping, salivating slit. As she did, she spread his viscous, slippery pre-fuck around her cuntal opening and quickly coating its hard, roundness with her own pre-fuck slipperiness.
Finally, centering the great, round cockhead in the burning core of her seething pussy, she gave it a little tug encouraging him to push it into her. Harry hesitated only a moment as he felt the fiery heat permeating up out his mother's hot, steamy pussy.
Slowly, he leaned forward, feeling the hot clinging flesh of her pussy slowly wrap itself around the aching head of his bulging cockhead. Deeper and deeper into the hot, forbidden depths went the huge, round malignancy of his cockhead until it was buried inside of her. Unable to stop himself, Harry suddenly sent the entire nine inches of his monstrous cock slashing into the scorching, clinging depths of his mother's vagina with one wickedly powerful lunge.
"OH, HARRY," she gasped as she felt his cock tear into her, puncturing her womanhood with his hugeness and suddenly filling her emptiness almost beyond its limit.
It slashed into her savagely, but even as his basilisk penis ripped into her, she felt herself stretching and dilating almost beyond belief to accept all of him. Then suddenly, his hard belly crashed down onto her belly and she knew that she had taken all of him inside of her again. Never had she felt the innards of her pussy so tightly compressed. Her son had filled her to her limit and then a little more.
"Oh, Mother, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH," he blubbered out as he held himself thrust against her, grinding himself into her hot, soft, warmness.
"OH, HARRY, I LOVE YOU TOO," she wheezed, squeezing down on his cock with her powerful cunt muscles.
Pausing for only a moment to savor the tight, clinging wetness of her wet sheath, Harry quickly began to fuck his mother. Within moments, he was sawing his immense penis in and out of her with deep, stabbing thrusts.
Then he felt something inside of him snap and he began hammering his basilisk prick into her hot, wet socket like a madman. He was no longer able to control himself and he began to grunt and snort like a crazed animal as he pounded his cock into her lathered slit. The table wobbled and creaked as it threatened to collapse at any moment as they fucked like animals. The total depravity and wickedness of their insane coupling were overwhelming both of them. The ferocity and violence of his attack on her, quickly drove her to the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm.
"OH, GAWWDDDD!" she screamed out as she felt her body consumed by fires of an unholy origin.
As Harry lost his fight for control, he continued to slam his cock into her violently. Then abruptly, he saw his mother begin to shake and flounce about on the table uncontrollably. Unable to stop fucking her, he watched as she flailed about so wildly, he was afraid that she would hurt herself. Guilt ridden that he couldn't stop, he continued to hammer his cock into her as she writhed about underneath him. He was so close to spewing out his huge gusher of his hot, burning cream into her, he couldn't stop driving his cock into her. Disregarding her danger, he greedily chose to fulfill his own selfish needs. Closing his eyes, he continued to pound his great cock into the convulsing, clutching, clenching core of his mother's collapsed cunt. Wheezing and gasping for breath, he was fucking her with such force, he was afraid he might hurt her even if she didn't hurt herself. But still it didn't stop him as he drove his giant cock in and out of her mercilessly.
The table underneath his mother's writhing body was creaking and groaning even louder under the punishment of his assault. But still he pounded his cock into her with abandonment.
Suddenly, all at once, he felt a horrific stabbing pain tear through his balls. His balls felt like they had burst and sent out a gusher of liquid fire tearing through his cock. It was so hot, it scorched his cock as it tore through it. The pain in his cock was so great, he knew that the spout of burning hot cum must have scalded the delicate lining of his cock. It continued to spew out through it on its way out and into his mother's waiting cunt. Then just as the spout of boiling, scorching cum spurted out of his cock, he felt such a contraction of pleasure wash over him, he nearly fainted. Then he felt another gigantic wave of pure, exquisite pleasure wash over him as another great fiery gusher of superheated cum came jetting out through his great lurching, jerking penis.
"AWWWW FFUUUuuucccckkkkk," he bellowed out as he thrust himself into her with all his might, driving his great prick deeper into her pussy than he had ever had his manthing inside any woman before.
Lying under her son, Lily had never been impaled as deeply as she was impaled by her son's enormous dick. Every last millimeter of his iron-hard, jerking, spurting boycock was buried inside of her. It was as if their minds and bodies had become one, welded together at the groins by the blasphemous heat of their wicked, unholy union.
Groaning and muttering unintelligible animal-like sounds, Harry held his cock thrust up inside of his mother as the gigantic, fleshy cannon fired again and again and again. With every volley, it sent another tidal wave of his boiling, viscous, syrupy boycream spurting out into the deep core of her hot, clinging cunt. Time seemed to stop for both of them. Nothing else mattered to either of them except his giant engine puking out load after load of burning, frothy boycream inside of the hot, holy place that had created him. It was as if he had returned to the place of his birth and was trying to recreate himself inside of her. He shuddered at the eroticism of it all as he held himself inside of the fiery, clutching depths of her convulsing pussy.
While her son continued to pump his life essence into her, she felt herself finally begin the slow descent from the mind-bending high of her climax. There was an air of unreality about it as she lay with her back on the wood cabin table, looking up at her son standing between her legs with his bare belly shoved against her own nakedness. She could tell by his facial contortions that he was still being consumed by the unholy passion of his orgasm as she felt him continue to grind his cock into her pussy. What kind of monster had she created, she wondered as she pushed herself back at him, trying to take every last millimeter of his huge cock inside her.
Harry could feel the tensed muscles in his back and legs begin to ache and quiver with fatigue as the intensity of his ejaculations finally began to decline with every pleasurable spasm that coursed through his cock. The intenseness of his orgasm was almost excruciating pleasurable and the strain of holding his cock buried inside of his mother's sucking cunt, was taking its toll and draining his legs of energy. It felt like he had already spewed out a gallon of his thick, gummy semen into his mother's hot, clutching cunt. It felt as if his body's energy was rushing out of his cock and into his mother. Still, his cock had a mind of its own as it continued to jerk and twitch inside of her. He had spewed out so much cum into her, he could feel the hot, sticky sap dripping out of her and running down his legs. Still his great prick pumped away inside her as he held himself thrust up against her soft, warm underbelly.
He wished it would never end, but he knew it had to. Finally, with one last feeble shudder, his cock spit out its last little dollop of cum inside of the drenched core of her cunt.
"OH, FUCK," he groaned as he felt his legs give way and he fell to his knees between his mother's widespread legs, wrenching his giant cock out of her flooded cunt as he fell.
"Oh, Baby," she winced, as his giant peter popped out of her cunt. Standing on his knees between his mother's legs, Harry found himself staring directly into the gaping hole of his mother's beautiful love-wound. He brazenly stared into the deep, yawning opening of his mother's cunt realizing that was still dilated and stretched wide open from the invasion of his huge, bloated cock. He couldn't believe he had stretched her so much. How could her pussy be so little, yet stretch enough to take his big cock, he wondered. Staring into the weeping gash, he watched with fascination as it ever so slowly relaxed and constricted back down to normalcy. As he watched the shrinking mystery of her secretiveness, a stream of gooey white cream oozed out of the deep, slowly closing gash and dribbled down onto the floor. Enthralled by the deep, fleshy gash trickling out the evidence of their incestuous love, he leaned forward and buried his face in its warm, sticky wetness.
"OHmmmmmmmmbbbbaaaabbbiiiieeeee," She murmured as she felt his tongue tickling and licking her cunt.
Reveling in the feel of the satiny soft woman-flesh, he ran his tongue over it, licking at the syrupy coat of foam covering it. As he poked and probed her softness with his tongue, he savored the exciting, musky, woman smell exuding from gaping love-wound. Still drunk from the emotional drama he had just participated in, he lovingly kissed and tongued the soft smoothness of her weeping pussy for the longest time.
Finally, giving her clitoris one last kiss, he lurched back up to his feet. He was so happy, he almost felt like crying as he stood between her long, beautiful legs, looking down at her exposed vulnerability. He had never felt such passion before. He still loved his mother with the warm, protective love of a son, but now it was so much more than that. He now loved her the way a man loves a woman. The two loves had coalesced and mutated into a love so deep and desperate, it was almost too much for him to bear. Staring into her deep green eyes, he felt as she was drawing his soul into her mind. The love that flowed between them was all consuming and neither of them could control the emotions that were washing over them like huge, mountainous waves crashing onto a beach. Looking back down at her waiting womanhood, he was shocked to see his cock sticking straight out, hard and ready once again. He didn't know if it had shrunk and rehardened as he had consumed his mother's pussy, or if it had just stayed hard the whole time. It didn't matter, he thought, as he felt it throbbing and jutting out from his groin like a great, wicked, malignancy.
Lily had also become aware of her son's conspicuous hardness as she lay on her back looking up at him. She was waiting to see what he would do next, when she watched him lean down and hook his arms underneath her legs once again. Preparing for him to make love to her again, she was surprised when she felt herself being lifted up off the table. She was amazed at his strength as he lifted her completely up off the table. With her legs draped over his arms, the back of her knees nestled in the crook of his arm, she saw that her bared femininity dangled directly above his huge, bulging boycock. As he pulled her to him, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then as she breathlessly waited, she felt him lowering her down onto his giant, jutting cock.
"Ohhhhmmmmm," she gasped out in disbelief and pleasure as she felt his great stiff penis slowly penetrate her hot, waiting womanhood once again.
Gently this time, he lowered his mother down onto his rigid, hard cock, inch by inch. As he did so, he felt her gluttonous pussy devour his aching prick until at last, he felt his belly touch the back of her soft thighs. Proudly, he stood there, holding her in his arms with his cock completely buried up inside of her burning hole, as their groins ground against each other wickedly.
Then, ever so carefully, he turned slowly and started walking toward the only bedroom of the cabin as his cock was buried deep inside of her. As he shuffled along, her long statuesque legs, still draped over his arms bobbed up and down sexily.
She couldn't believe he was strong enough to perform such a feat as he took every step very carefully. The fact that he was strong enough to carry her and fuck her at the same time was astounding. Love was an aphrodisiac in itself, she thought as she felt his gigantic cock filling her womanhood to its limit once again. She could even feel it swishing around inside of her with each step her son took.
"Ohh, Anhhh, Ohhhhh, Harryhhh, Anhhhh," Lily bubbled and gushed as he carried her across the room. Stopping for a second in the middle of the room, Harry strengthened his hold on her and slowly started again to walk.
"Oh Harry," Lily blurted out as she felt his giant penis poke even deeper into the tender depths of her vagina that were unused to feeling a man's hardness, "Baby, don't give yourself a hernia, Please. I want you to be able to make love to me for days, Darling."
"Uhnhhh," he grunted making another step and driving his cock even deeper into the aching core of her pussy.
"Oh, My Baby, you're so, so big," she exclaimed as he took another step and stabbed himself into her once again.
Lurching across the huge main room of the cabin like some erotically deformed creature with two heads and two bodies wickedly entwined and joined, they finally made it to the door of the only bedroom of the cabin. Stopping for a moment, Harry was huffing and puffing as if he had just finished a marathon.
"Honey, don't have a heart attack," Lily warned him, "I can walk, you know." As she spoke, she mischievously wiggled her butt and clenched his penis with her cuntal muscles.
"There is no real reason to hurry," she cooed softly leaning forward and brushing his lips with hers, "We have days ahead of us."
"I know," he panted, starting to open the bedroom door with his mother impaled on his dick, "But I want you so much, I just can't stop myself."
"Oh, you Dear little man," she murmured.
Their readiness was exceedingly obvious, their groins slapping together wetly as Harry carried her inside her bedroom. It amazed her that she was already pumping out her pre-fuck juice again after having climaxed only minutes earlier. Such was her love and desire for her son.
It seemed like it had taken hours, but Harry finally stumbled into her room. Staggering like a drunk, he tottered over to the bed. Bending down, keeping his belly thrust up against her, he slowly laid his mother down onto the bed. Standing between her outstretched legs, looking down at her beauty, he couldn't believe that all this was actually happening.
Staring up at him adoringly, she watched in fascination as he ever so slowly withdrew his huge, wet boything from her tingling womanhood. As it slowly slithered out of her, she could see that it was wet and glistening with her juices. She didn't remember ever being so wet, she thought as she saw that her womanjuice was literally dripping off his giant with a little slurp, she felt the enormous head of his cock pop of her sucking, clenching pussy.
"Oh, Baby," she complained wanting to have him back inside of her.
"Mommy, would you, uh, could you, would you, uh, please," he stammered as he stood between her legs, his giant penis bobbing up and down in time with his heartbeat.
"What, Baby, what do you want, Baby," she asked him.
"Would you, uh," he stuttered again, unable to mouth his desire, but trying to show her by putting his knee on the bed and starting to crawl up on the bed.
"Oh, Baby, would you like for me to suck you?" she asked him, seeing his eyes light up with expectation as she spoke.
"Oh, Yes, Mommy," he gushed, straddling her and crawling up the bed with his great cock bouncing up and down wickedly.
Staring up at her son's approaching colossus, she reached up to guide the jutting, swaying perversion down to her mouth.
Straddling his mother, Harry finally stopped and stood on his hands and knees with his basilisk cock wickedly bouncing up and down above her face. Staring back down at her, he felt his heart skip a beat as he saw her full, red lips open.
Ever so slowly, she took hold of his gigantic, inflexible prick and deliberately bent it down toward her mouth. Forcing his cock down farther and farther toward her open mouth, she finally sucked the great cockhead inside her hot, sucking mouth.
"Oh, Mom," he groaned as he watched her lips slowly encircle his cockhead and suck it into her mouth.
Twirling his great, round cockhead around inside the hot, tightness of her mouth, she could feel his muscles tense almost immediately. With his cockhead securely imprisoned in her hot, sucking mouth, she reached around behind him and grabbed the cheeks of his ass. Slowly pulling him down toward her, she sucked more and more of his stupendous cock into her sucking mouth as she tongued and licked the petrified monster. She could sense that he was loosing control as his breath was coming in jerking gasps and his whole body was beginning to tremble. Ignoring the imminent eruption of his pulsating manthing, she grabbed hold of his huge, dangling balls and began to squeeze them roughly. Still pulling him into her with one hand, she tugged and toyed with his balls with the other hand.
"Oh, Fuck, Oh, Shit, Oh Mommy, Oh," he panted as he tried to hold back the flood of cum that was threatening to breach any restraint he had at any moment.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, MOOOOMMMMIIIIEEEEE, GAWWWDDDD," he wailed as his cock finally gave a great jerk and sent a thick, gelatinous geyser of his hot, viscid boy-cream spurting out into his mother's sucking, pulling mouth.
Even though she tried, she couldn't swallow the tidal wave of thick, frothy cum that came spewing out of his cock. There was too much and it gushed out around the thick shaft of his cock, spilling down her chin. Even before she could swallow the first spout of cum, another gigantic gusher of his thick, white cream came spurting out of his cock, overflowing her mouth again. Sucking and swallowing as fast as she could, she couldn't keep up with the erupting flood of cum that spewed out of his like water out of a broken water main.
Even as she sucked and pulled on his great cock, Harry groaned and blubbered like a baby. He was so out of control that he didn't know what he was doing. Then all of a sudden he unknowingly hunched himself into his mother's face driving his gigantic, spurting, jerking penis down into her throat.
"Argghhhhhhh," she gagged as her son's enormous penis slammed into her throat. Gagging on its hugeness, it took all of her will power to keep from throwing up, but after a few nauseous moments, the reflux stopped and she began sucking and pulling on him again. Having penetrated the tight opening of her throat, his thrusts quickly buried his entire cock into her mouth and throat.
Holding onto his balls, she continued to pull him into her as his cock emptied itself down her throat. Again and again, it jerked, bulged out and ejaculated. It was now buried so deeply inside of her, it felt like it was spurting its milky load directly into her stomach. Fighting to keep from throwing up and feeling herself growing faint from lack of oxygen, she still kept sucking and gnawing on his erupting penis.
Finally, mercifully, she felt his cock give one final lurch and quickly begin to shrink in size. Quickly, she pushed him back up away from her, letting his rapidly deflating manhood slowly slither back up her throat and at last, out into her mouth. Quickly spitting his cock out, she gasped in several deep, sweet, life restoring breaths. Then as Harry stood on his hands and knees above her, quivering in post-ejaculatory elation, she softly sucked his softening maleness back into her mouth.
"Oh, Mom," Harry finally groaned.
His cock was becoming smaller and smaller as she twirled it around inside her mouth, toying with it. Licking and tickling his maleness with her tongue, she felt his dick finally stop its retreat to smallness and begin to enlarge again. Letting his manhood, slip out of her mouth, she waited for him to crawl off her. Lifting his leg, he rolled off her and flopped down to the bed in the same movement.
"That was a delicious dessert," she smiled at him, "and I ate so much my tummy feels like it is going to burst."
"I'm sorry, Mom," Harry murmured.
"I'm not complaining, Dear," she said softly as she slowly sat up, "I am really impressed by your strength and masculinity. I don't know of many men who could have carried me here the way you did and still be able to do what you did. I am touched that you find me so exciting."
"Mom, there is no other woman in the world that can even come close to you," he grinned sleepily, "Not in looks or brains or, or, or anything. You're the most perfect woman in the world."
"My, My," she blushed, "You're making me blush."
"It's true."
"Well, you look tired," she smiled, getting to her feet, "So why don't you take a little nap and then we'll, uh, start our way back home. Okay?"
"Okay," he yawned.
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Padding over to the bathroom, she could feel the sticky coating of their lovecream on her inner thighs. It was starting to dry, making her skin feel itchy and scratchy. She was still amazed at how much semen her son had produced. Stepping into the bath, she looked into the mirror. As she looked at herself, she wasn't surprised when she saw that the her chin and throat were covered with thick, glistening glaze of Harry's rich, creamy cum. There was so much of it, it was still dripping off her chin and down onto her big, swollen breasts. Reaching for a washcloth, she realized that there was too much for that and shower would be the only way to remove it.
Looking down, she saw that the arrow of pubic hair was plastered down with another coating of her son's thick, glutinous cum. Spreading her legs, she saw that her inner thighs glistened evilly with another film of thick, rich semen. Shaking her head in disbelief of her son's potency, she leaned in and turned on the water. Waiting for the water to warm, she thought back on last night and this morning happenings. Reflecting back on her son's virility, she felt warm and happy inside for a moment before the reality of what they had done came back to her. Why had she let her son fuck her, she wondered. And now that it was over, why did she feel it was so natural and right. She realized that most women would feel desecrated, defiled, and unclean after being seduced by their son, but strangely, she felt venerated that her son had found her so desirable.
But then, why shouldn't she be desirable? At thirty-eight, she was a knock-out witch with the looks not very different then when she finished Hogwarts. nineteen years ago! Being a witch could be the best thing that ever happened to her. And knowing that she would keep her youthfull looks very long after other muggles her own age would begin to wrinkle, helped alot for a girl's self esteem. What could she say! Magic was wonderfull!
And for whatever reason, she was going to cherish the wicked sensuality of making love to her son as long as it lasted, she thought, as she reached in to test the water.
Stepping into the shower, she let the hot, stinging spray wash away the thick, potency of her son's gift from her face and throat. Then spreading her legs, she let it cleanse away the drying stickiness of his earlier gift from her still sensitive pubis. At last, after a general scrubbing, her skin once again felt squeaky clean. Stepping out of the shower, she toweled herself dry and started to wrap the towel around herself. Stopping, she laughed softly wondering why she should bother. She didn't need to hide her nakedness from Harry anymore.
Stepping back into the bedroom, she looked over at Harry and saw that he was asleep. Walking back to the bed, she stopped and she stood looking down at her son, looking for any signs of wakefulness. He was lying on his back with his arms and legs sprawled out lifelessly. She couldn't keep herself from looking down at his great, sleeping manthing lying between his legs. How different it looked when it slept, she reflected. It was soft and limp now, but even in its present state of dormancy, it was at least six inches long, and still bloated with blood. Lying there, thick and puffy, it looked like it was almost as big around as her wrist and still bore the evidence of their love-making.
Feeling a sudden warmth sprout between her legs as she stood looking down at her son, she quickly crawled onto the bed.
"Guess it's time to wake up!" a grinning Lily said, wriggling down the bed and curled herself into a ball just to the side of his muscled thigh. She dipped her head forward and began to study his thick cock, taking in its every vein and bump. It was for the first time she saw his cock relaxed and soft like this, she realized. Since yesterday when all this between them started, it had always been hard and red and angry, and it was shoved inside her so fast that until now, she never got to appreciate it in any other way.
She stared at the beautiful, curved shape of his cock, at the thickness of the base where it disappeared into his crotch, at the tiny goose-bumps that dotted his prickshaft. She noticed a jagged seam that ran all the way down its underside, from the crown to the balls. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge balls.
They were nestled in the crook of his thighs inside their pouch, and as she looked she swore she could see them moving, shifting slightly like eggs in a sac as he breathed in and out. She studied the tiny veins in his lax ball-sac and then sure enough, his huge balls parted and rolled, and the weird wrinkled skin shifted on top of them.
Lily took a deep breath. The slimy wetness had increased between her legs. Her nipples had started telescoping out, and they scraped against the sheet like bullets. She eased her hands over his thighs and lay against him softly, her chin supported on her wrists. Her face was inches from the nestled mound of his cock and balls. She sighed deeply and stared at his cock some more, noticing for the first time a thick and pulsing blue vein that ran up the entire length of one side. She saw how the skin widened at his cock tip, where it covered his enormous cockhead.
She inched her face closer, her deep green eyes almost crossing as she stared first at his sleeping cock, then at his gently throbbing balls. Her head was right between his thighs now, her fingers planted gently in his crotch. She licked her lips once, twice, and made them shine wetly. Her face tilted down, and her tongue stuck prettily from the oval of her mouth.
She touched one of his balls with her tongue, watched the globe shift and roll in its sac. His ball skin felt so dry, so warm. His other ball moved slightly in response, nudging its partner to one side. Lily licked his ball-sac slowly, first on one side and then on the other. The shift and roll of his big balls amazed her.
And she began to chase them from side to side with her tongue, poking them and teasing them, making them bob and twitch and shift. Her full lips pursed and kissed his ball-sac softly. She nipped the skin and watched his dry skin stretch and tug as she did so. She supported one ball with her tongue and weighed it, then the other. As if she were testing the weights of hunks of candy.
One ball settled against his thigh and suddenly her lips were widening, folding over it, scooping his ball into her mouth. His cum-bulb sat on her tongue, throbbing, and she sucked on it, pulling his ball skin taut. She bathed his ball with spit and tickled it with her tongue. His cum-bulb bobbed around in her mouth like a pinball.
And then she spit it out and went after his other ball, cornering this one, too, and sucking it into her warm wet mouth. The freed ball joggled to one side, glistening brightly with her saliva. Tiny beads of spit hung off his ball hairs. The sucking sounds grew louder as she played his captured ball about in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, her voice heavy with lust. She could feel the wetness increase between her legs. One of her horny nipples scraped against his muscled thigh.
And this time when she backed off his steaming ball she took a deep breath, paused, then plunged her mouth back down onto both his balls at the same time. His whole ball-sac was squished into the crook of his thighs, and her lips closed slowly over the huge squirming mound. Her cheeks swelled out obscenely. Her nostrils flared.
For some reason, she happened to glance up at his face just then, and she was very happy to see lust he was awake and was watching her closely. He had propped himself up on both elbows and was staring down his abs at her. To give her more room to work on his balls, he obligingly spread his legs wide on the bed.
"Best wake up ever," he quipped. He rammed two pillows behind him and webbed his fingers behind his head. There was a lustful smile on his lips as he gazed down at her.
Lily didn't know what to say. And since she had a mouthful of her son's ball meat, she decided to say nothing at all. She flushed slightly, but that was all. She continued to suck both his balls as best she could. And she stared right back at him over the still-sleeping log of his cock. Her eyes were very big and very green.
"I must say I approve of this new way to wake me up, Mom," he teased. He settled back against the pillows as if he was preparing for a long suck. His balls were clamped tight in her sucking mouth.
And then something happened. While she was staring up past his soft cock, a movement caught her attention. His prick had twitched. It had trembled. And now, as she watched his cock in close-up, it flexed again and rolled over, coming to rest on the other side of his belly. His prick shaft settled there quietly for a second, then lifted, ever so slightly, off his belly.
Lily couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Her cheeks swelled out weirdly with the bulk of his sizzling balls while her eyes stayed riveted to his trembling log of prick. It was working. Her ball sucking was working. She hadn't even touched his cock and it was rising, lifting off his belly. She was making his prick harden just with her mouth on his balls.
Two great ugly blue veins began to pulse in the side of his cock. They stood out higher and higher on his prick's surface. And his cock rolled again, this time back in the direction it had come. His great heavy cockhead and three inches of prickshaft had cleared his belly now and hung suspended while the rest of his cock-shaft thickened and turned a deeper shade of red.
His whole cock was growing longer, expanding, pulsing up in a steady rhythm. Four, five inches cleared his belly and hung there. His prick was telescoping, shoving itself farther and farther out. The veins were pulsing more thickly, forming into wriggling blue ridges up his cock's side. She could stare into his face now along his cock shaft, like along the barrel of a gun.
But she had to see more. She wanted to watch every stage of this crazy change. She spat out his balls and squirmed higher between his legs, her face inches from the swelling prick.
"You like to watch big hard-ons grow, huh, Mom?" he sneered. He spread his legs wider as her face dipped over his crotch.
She ignored him, watching instead the slow steady progress of his cock. It was nearly seven inches long now and still growing. His prick shaft was almost as thick as her wrist where it disappeared into his crotch. The base curved up into the long stretch of his upper prick shaft. But what fascinated her right now was the cockhead.
As his prick lifted higher off his belly, as his already huge cockhead grew even bigger, the foreskin was forced back. It peeled down off his shiny purple cockhead a bit at a time. And slowly, steadily, his great ugly prickhead came into view. The foreskin slid all the way back off his cockhead and down beneath the circular ridge below. Here it began to stretch as his cock continued growing.
"Pretty nice, huh? And we're not finished yet," he boasted, watching her closely, wondering what she would do next.
She leaned closer to his cock and licked her lips. She wanted to take his prick in her mouth, but she wanted to see how much it would grow without her touching it with her hands. His cock was twitching still, pumping itself higher and higher. His prick shaft angled up over his belly more than eight inches now.
His cock staggered upward another fraction or two. It jutted up and over his belly lewdly, the blue veins pulsing in its side, his prickhead shining purple in the morning light. His cock twitched slightly in the air and shifted gently from side to side. His cock shaft was so heavy and ungainly that it couldn't stay still for very long.
Lily couldn't wait any longer. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and touched his cock midway up its trunk. Immediately, his prick swung away from her and she was forced to go after it, her mouth wet and open. She kissed his cock softly. His prick angled back alongside her face, bumped her nose, and ended up propped up her cheek with his cockhead lodged against her eye socket.
She smiled up at him gamely, her eyes crinkling prettily. Then she dipped her head lower and went after his cock at its base. She snuffled her mouth about in his crotch, kissing and licking his cock base. Then she planted her pink tongue on his cock's underside, and she licked up his prickshaft with slow, lazy motions. She still wasn't touching it with her hands. Her son's cock was bending and swaying under her expert tongue.
His prick was growing bigger, Lily swore. She smiled to herself and scraped her tongue halfway up his cock shaft then farther, wrapping her lips at an angle over his bone-hard prick flesh. The veins were hard and writhing up his cock's side. She could feel every contour of them as she licked up and down.
She reached his cockhead, tapped it with her tongue to make his whole cock sway. Then she dipped back down into his crotch, licking his balls and cock base before starting the long climb back to the top. Her tongue made his cock shaft glisten. And she was right, it was still growing.
Settling down to her work, she now brought her hand up and circled his prick partly with her long slender fingers. She supported it on one side while she licked the other. His cock shaft was so hot and hard in her fingers. It was like a steel bar. Her tongue scraped up his prick shaft evenly, bumping over the ugly veins and ridges.
"Merlin, you really love it, Mom, don't you? You really love to suck my cock." He watched her closely, enjoying the way her eyelids drooped with lust as she kissed his cock. Her frizzy red hair framed her face and made her look like an angel.
"Mmmmmmmmm," was all Lily could say. Her tongue was nearing the top of her son's cock, circling this way and that on his steel-hard nine plus fuckpole. Her lips opened and closed lewdly, wrapping themselves over his stiff cock shaft just below the ridge of his prickhead.
Her mouth slid higher, and suddenly she was kissing his cockhead, folding her lips partway round it on the left, on the right, and underneath. She held his cock nearly upright in her fist now, and her deep green eyes stared into his identical ones as she teased the bloated purple dome of his cock. She was half-smiling at him, as if asking if he was enjoying himself.
And then her mouth formed a perfect oval. Her tongue tip stuck out and supported his cock just beneath his swollen prickhead. Her face angled, lowered, and the circle of her mouth slotted over his blazing cockhead. Her lips formed a ring around it. But she didn't suck it inside just yet. She stared up at his face and her eyes smiled at him. Her fingers tightened on the thick cock base. She took a deep breath. And then she cranked open her lips and moved down on his purple prickhead.
Her lips widened as they folded over his cockhead, but soon she'd gone below the circular ridge and she could move down easier. Her nostrils flared and her eyelids fluttered. An inch or two of cock shaft followed his prickhead into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed. Then a third and a fourth inch of bloated cock slid into her face.
Lily's face was straining. Her cheeks were stretching and her eyes were turning down slightly at the edges. And two more inches of prick bulled into her mouth. She angled her head so that the top of his cock could bump down into her throat. Her full lips formed a tight seal around the trunk of his cock.
The damn thing was so fucking big, she swore. She'd sucked six inches into her mouth and still had room to fold her fist around its base. She paused, over two thirds down her son's colossal cock. She was snorting heavily and sweat coated her forehead.
"Shit, Mom, you're a sight. You sure know how to suck a big cock..." he groaned.
Suck cock. Mmmm, not likely! She wanted to cum real bad and now that his cock was again a steel pipe, she had other plans for it. She quickly got up on her knees and pressed her open lips against her son's, slithering her tongue inside his mouth. She held the passionate kiss for a few long moments before answering his question.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Just for starters, baby!" Lily replied, stroking his cheek. "But... I think it's time you got up and got a shower..."
"With you?"
"I've got mine earlier. Now it's your turn!"
"What are you talking about, Mom?"
"We have to get a move on, honey. It's almost three o'clock... or do you want to explain to your father why we stayed up here so long?"
The mention of his father was kind of enough to cool Harry off a bit. "But did you had to give me a hard on? Aren't you going to help me out with it?"
"Sorry, but that's your present from me... until next time we can sneak somewhere..."
"WHAT?"
"Honey, if I return home to your father without being horny, he'll know we did something we shouldn't..."
"Oh, right, so, I should take a cold shower, get dressed and we should start our way home?"
"And stop by that police station..." Lily smilled, getting off the bed. "Now, move it, young man... or no more pussy for you... like ever..."
Harry couldn't resist not to grin. "Yes, Ma'am!" he saluted, getting off the bed too...
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