Chapter 4

John picked her up again, placed her carefully on the bed, and crawled up between her legs, spreading them widely apart and taking his hard cock in his hand. He leaned on one arm as he slid his prick into her wet and waiting pussy. It went in, but her cunt was so fucking tight. John realized Sylvia hadn't been fucked in years.

Her cunt was ready for a fuck. A long and deep one. That's exactly what he began to give her, slowly at first but increasing the speed and depth as she wrapped her legs around him and forced him deeper into her honey pot. He needed no encouragement. He was screwing his mother! Jesus, this was so fucking good.

Sylvia was grunting with each thrust of John's cock into her pussy. She begged for more and more, and John obliged. This was his pussy now. He took charge of it and commanded her to come on his prick. Her fluids were flowing and dripping down her ass onto the bedspread. The speed and intensity increased until John could hold back no more.

"Take it, Mother, oh shit, take my come. Mother, Sylvia, hell take this come. Ahhhhhhh!"

His spunk shot out in spurts that became slower and slower but filled her cunt with the come she had needed for years. She moaned as she hugged him against her still-hard tits. He kissed his mother and she returned it. They pulled apart and they were both covered with come now. They laughed and then Sylvia took John into her bathroom where they went in the walk-in shower. Washing each other off she giggled like a young girl again. John was feeling more frisky than he could ever be. Life had become suddenly brighter and more filled with joy. Life was good.

They toweled themselves off and then they removed the bedspread with their love juices covering it. Tonight John and Sylvia were going to sleep together. She would not be alone as she had been for so many long years. It took only about ten minutes for them to drift off, spooning on the bed like new lovers.

John awoke with a start. Now he remembered and smiled. He looked over at the alarm clock and saw it was about six in the morning. His mother was still asleep. He put his arm over her and pressed a breast. She sniffed and came awake slowly, turning to face him and smiling too. Sylvia kissed him. Then she tossed the coverings away, saw he was hard already, and grinned like a young woman with her best sweetheart in bed with her. Creeping down between his legs she gave him a surprise.

Grabbing his hard-on with a small hand that barely could hold it she began jacking up and down, then her mouth went to his balls and licked them. Moving her tongue up his shaft she continued stroking his prick and licking it. Finally, she took the head in her small mouth and worked her tongue about it, bringing him close to coming, but not quite. She chewed on it and then began bobbing her head up and down with his cock filling her mouth, even taking it into her throat.

Continuing that for several minutes brought John closer and closer to coming. He grabbed her pretty hair and began fucking her face while he looked under her and saw her pussy was dripping. Mother was coming again. It was time to give her something more to remember. He rammed up one last time, moaned with passion, and began filling her throat with his sperm. Her gagging was like music to him. She took it. Took it all. Eagerly. And she finger fucked her pussy as she held his cock with the other hand. She sucked him clean.

Living in the house were John and Sylvia. John was her youngest son. Her eldest was Craig. John had recently finished college and was looking for work. Sylvia was married to Griffith, but they had a loveless marriage. Griffith was often away working as a trainer for his company. He trained military personnel in the use of the computer systems and software that the company provided to the services.

Griffith had started right out of college with the company and had done well. But his marriage to Sylvia was never a happy one. Griffith was gay, and he had followed the old idea of hiding it by marrying and having children. It had been disastrous for Sylvia. Her emotional side had shut down. The only two times they had fucked she had become pregnant. That was why she had her tubes tied. She neither wanted nor needed any more children. Her life becomes an emotional wreck. She had thought it would never get better. She was wrong.

It was a day or so after John had made love to his mother. Sylvia and John had broken the barrier and established a sexual relationship. It was something she had never looked for, but now that it had happened she was filled with a newfound love of life, and for her son. He had given her more than he would ever realize. Little did she know how much her life was going to change.

Going into town, after kissing his new lover goodbye, John made a stop at the company where Craig worked as an accountant. He had time to see John in his alcove. They greeted and then Craig asked why John looked so happy. Whispering, John answered the question.

"Craig, you'll never believe me, but I had sex with Mother. Jesus, it was the best fuck I've ever had. And she sucked my cock, too. Damn, man, she's hot when you get her going."

"Bullshit. You're putting me on. Mother would never do that. She's always been a cold-hearted bitch. I don't even understand how she ever had us. I'm certain she and Father haven't had sex in years. They've had separate rooms since I can remember."

"I know, I know Craig, but I shit you not. She was crying the other day and I finally got her to tell me why. It's all because Father is gay and their love life was nil, man. Nada. I can hardly believe it myself, but it's great. She does love us, man. She does. She's shown me. God, she is so fucking beautiful and she needs sex so much that it's all good. I hardly wanted to leave the house today 'cause I knew that hairless pussy was there waiting. I think she had it waxed just for me."

"I still think you're putting me on. We'll see. Anyway, the boss is coming this way. You need to leave. Talk later, okay, bro?"