I Dare You Chapters 21 and 22

I Dare You by GH Lawrence

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Danny and I barbecued the shish kabobs while Mom and Jill made the salad. Lisa and Bobby were supposed to whip up a coconut cake batter (between the three women, we already had all the pie we could eat) but spent most of the time flirting. She was strangely coy with him, considered he had just fucked her brains out.

Danny opened the grill cover to turn the bobs and we fanned away the smoke.

"Your balls ache?" I asked him.

"Oh, yeah. Yours?"

"Yep."

The dinner conversation was perfectly normal. Bobby, Danny and I discussed our favorite scenes from Diehard, which had come out that summer. The women chatted about nail polish removers and Jill's visit to a resort on St. Bart's.

"I had the best massage of my life there," she said, and the attention of the table drifted to her. "That guy had such great hands, I almost turned over and let him rub my tits." She smiled at us. "Almost."

"Well, cousin," Mom said, "I get all the massaging I need right here at home. My two boys have better hands than Mr. St. Bart's, believe me." She glanced at Danny and me and air-kissed us. "And tonight I'm going to turn over and let them rub my tits."

"Mmm, I'll have to try that," Jill said.

"Mom's right," Lisa said. "They do have amazing hands."

"And while they're working on you, Jill," Mom continued, "I'll show Bobby how to squeeze a woman right." The whole table oooohed.

Later, my brother and I argued with Bobby over who was hotter - - Samantha Fox or Kim Basinger. (Remember, this was 1988.) The girls listened with curiosity.

"What does it matter?" Jill asked. "We're hotter than both of them."

"No argument there," I said. "But they're, you know, famous."

"And we've never seen them naked," Danny added.

"That makes them more interesting?" Mom asked.

"Hell, yeah," I said. "Guys go crazy over gorgeous girls they can't have. They undress them in their minds."

"Yeah, that's why guys love stripteases," Bobby said.

The women looked at each other cagily. "But it's too late, we've already seen you girls naked," Danny said.

"True," Mom said.

After dinner, Bobby, Danny and I took a football to the back yard.

There was still plenty of twilight, and Danny and I wanted to see his moves. And indeed, he was as good in the backfield as he was on top of his mother. He dogged me like a one o'clock shadow as I tried to break open a sideline pattern and Danny waited to throw me a bomb. Danny finally fired. After a dramatic mid-air scuffle, Bobby came down with it. I laughed. After all, I was a corner, too, not a wide-out. I wasn't expected to catch it.

We ran some more cover drills. With the positions reversed, I stuck to Bobby just as tight as he had to me. I even slapped one out of his hands just as Danny connected with him on a post.

"Jesus, you guys are good," Bobby pronounced. "You're gonna keep us on the ground."

"Likewise," Danny said.

"So, you guys like fucking my mom?" Bobby asked nonchalantly.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Her body is so incredible. You like fucking ours?"

"You kidding? You see that first wad I shot on her? What a goddess. I've always wanted to do it with a Swedish chick."

"Were you nervous the first time you fucked your Mom, Bobby?"

"Hell, yeah. I couldn't believe it was finally happening and I was afraid I wouldn't do her good enough. But then I slid my cock into her and she started screaming. She was pleased. Very pleased. I bet it was the same for you guys the first time with Claudia this morning."

"Yeah, exactly," I said.

"Shit, talking about them is getting me horny," Danny said. "Let's go inside and get some more action." We went in through the stucco archway beside the kitchen. No one was around. We moseyed into the living room. Nobody.

"Oh, ladies?" Bobby called. No answer.

"Think they went somewhere?" Danny pondered.

"Geez, was it something we said?" Bobby said.

The doorbell rang. I felt a momentary panic but then realized there was no reason for it. After all, I didn't have the word "motherfucker" tattooed on my forehead or anything. The only person I didn't want to see just then was Dad - - and he was in Houston. Plus, he usually didn't ring his own doorbell.

I went to the heavy oak front door and opened it. Holy shit. There stood Mom and Jill and Lisa. And they looked very different.

Lisa had spray-painted a little red dress on herself, her wide hips and big tits practically bursting the seams. God, she had gorgeous legs - - silky, perfectly tapered, her knees smooth and her calves strong yet not sinewy. Her stilettos matched her dress and her hair was tied in a mildly slutty up-do with wispy sideburns hanging by her cheeks.

Beside her, Jill had squeezed her hips into a black leather miniskirt and her massive rack into a hot pink camisole that would have been a size too small even on a normally-endowed woman. Her nipples jutted through the taut fabric like little cherries. The top was stretched low across her titanic bust line, revealing a valley of cleavage between her balloons. Her long, beautifully tanned legs led down into sexy black pumps.

"Hi, honey," Lisa said to me, cracking her gum sassily. "We're the exotic dancers you ordered."

"The what?"

"Exotic dancers," Jill echoed, slitting her eyes at me. "Somebody at this address called the agency and asked for the three hottest dancers they had. That's us."

"Exotic dancers? Strippers?" I asked.

"Ya, schtrippers," Mom said in an cartoonish Swedish accent. "Veer going to dance for you. And veer going to take off all our clothes."

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

A pair of black stretch pants clung to my mother's voluptuous hips and thighs. Her pearl silk blouse was untucked and, at the top, unbuttoned far enough down to show a maddening plume of cleavage between her watermelons, which bulged through the silk at the sides and caused the blouse front to hang a good six inches in front of her.

"I'm Tyler," Lisa said coolly. Then she pointed to Jill. "That's Montana."

"Hi," I stammered in befuddled unison with Bobby and Danny.

"Hi, boys," Jill - - I mean Montana - - purred. She sized us up. "Mmm, cute."

"And the Swedish bombshell is Inga," Lisa - - Tyler - - continued. Got that? In addition to their sultry attire, all three were made up in a new, lascivious way, with dark, artful eyework and exaggerated cheekbones.

Jill's lips were pink, to match her camisole; Lisa's were fire engine red. Mom's were something between magenta and licorice.

"You gonna invite us in before Christmas, kid?" Jill said.

I swung the door open and they sashayed inside, hips swinging and heels tocking. Bobby, Danny and I followed them like horny mutts.

"Nice digs," Lisa said, eyeing the 400-year-old cast iron chandelier hanging over the foyer.

"Ya, byootiful," Mom concurred. "Your parents aren't here, are dey, honey?"

"No, they're, uh, out of town," I said.

"Good," Jill said. "I don't think they'd approve of what you're going to be doing."

"You bucks have names?" Lisa asked. "The agency just gave us the address." Bobby, Danny and I introduced ourselves.

"Well, you're cuter and younger than our usual clients," Jill said.

"Listen, the clock's running. Where do you want to do this?" Holy shit. My mother, sister and cousin were really going to strip for us.

"Oooh, vat a beautiful liffing rhoom," Mom said. "How about in dere?" She was right. At the center of the sunken room was a huge sandstone floor. It would be the perfect stage. There was furniture, of course - - a coffee table, a few Broyer chairs and a yellow leather sofa. We boys trotted ahead of the women and cleared the floor in ten seconds.

"I hope you have some good music," Jill said, her enormous breasts jiggling under the snug camisole as she walked over to the stereo and perused the CD rack. "This will do." She put a disc in the player and I glanced at the jewel box in her hand: It was the most recent Bon Jovi album.

"It's a little bright in here, boys," Lisa said.

"Bright?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, bright. You've never been to a strip club, have you?" She found the dimmer switch and brought the room, lit by accent floods, down a couple of stops.

While Bobby and Danny grabbed three armless chairs from a table in the side parlor, "Inga" planted herself in my face. I peered down through the opening in her blouse to the pillowy swell of her cleavage.

"Oooh, ya, you like?" she asked. "Haf you ever seen a naked woman, Billy? Up close, I mean."

"Yeah."

"Hmm, well, haf you ever seen one built like me?" She cupped her hands under her caged monsters and her huge tits practically exploded out of her blouse. Jesus. My cock was turning to steel.

"No," I said. "Not even in a magazine."

"Okay, boys, I think we're ready," Jill said in a sultry, matter-of-fact way, gesturing for Bobby, Danny and me to take our seats in the chairs, which were arranged around the floor in a large triangle. "I just hope you're ready." Lisa went to the stereo and hit play button on the CD.

"By the way," Jill added, "We're exotic dancers, not hookers. Keep your dicks in your pants and your hands off our tits. We'll decide what touches what."

"Trust us, you'll like it," Lisa chimed in.

"Yaaaaa," Mom said with wicked smirk.

The Klipshorn speakers in the corners exploded to life with a guitar cadence and I recognized the track: "Bad Medicine." The music was thundering. The guitar wailed again and all three women struck a pose with it. Mom planted herself in front of me, her hands on her hips and her gigantic tits bouncing like basketballs under her blouse. Lisa faced Danny. Jill took Bobby.

Jesus Christ, this was going to be good.

The music started pumping and the women stepped off. With slow, sensual precision, Claudia rolled her broad hips from side to side and cupped her hands under her tanks. In my peripheral vision, Lisa was sticking her ass in Danny's face and Jill was showing Bobby her unbelievable profile.

It was true that I had never been to a strip club, but I had seen plenty of them in movies. I knew how strippers danced, and the three women were doing it better than anyone I had ever seen. Had they practiced together? Had Mom or Jill actually done some stripping? Who cared? It was simply another hidden talent floating to the surface in a lake of taboos as deep as Mom's cleavage and as black as her pants. Those pants were still on her, but she was working on the blouse.

Standing and whipping her head around a couple of times, she straddled me and leaned down. Her massive tits bulged in my face. My cock throbbed.

"You vant to see dese?" Mom asked.

"Oh, yeah." She undid a button on a musical downbeat, baring two more inches of cleavage. She undid another button. More cleavage. Another button. Still more cleavage.

Another button. Jesus Christ. Her tanks were harnessed in a black satin bra. They quaked hypnotically as she slipped her blouse off her shoulders. Nearby, Lisa had pulled her dress up over her hips to show Danny her red thong and Jill was slowly lifting her camisole. Bobby was about to get a facefull of a pair of tits larger than most national monuments.

But I had it even better. As Jon Bon Jovi screamed into his first chorus, Mom thrust her mountains into my face. My nose sank deep into her cleavage and I smelled her Calvin Klein Obsession. I licked her flawless skin and brought my hands up to her hips.

"Vat part of me do you vant to see naked first?" she mewed into my ear over the music, which was throbbing almost as hard as my cock. "My ass?" She whirled and put her wide, luscious rear end in my face. "Or my pussy?" She turned back around and showed me her crotch point-blank, the hidden target of paradise framed by her curvaceous, black-clad hips. She hooked her thumbs into her stretch pants and stood poised to yank them down and show me heaven.

Then she stopped and my eyes followed her hands up to her colossal, bra-slung rack. "Ooh, I know vat you vant, Billy. You vant to see my big, byootiful tits."

"God, yeah!" I blurted out.

"Vell, den I'm going to save dem for last," she pronounced, cupping them protectively. "But maybe dis will distract you, honey." With that, my bombshell mother straddled me again, pulled her pants down to her knees and thrust her bare beaver into my face. I thrust my tongue into her damp delta and felt her flowery scent fill my nostrils. She pushed my head down and my tongue found the upper end of her lips.

"Oooh, ya, lick my pussy, honey. I never do dis wit clients." She pumped her pelvis against my mouth in time with the howling music.

Over the lyrics I could hear her moaning.

"Mmm, yeah, you like that, Bobby?" I heard Jill ask as I felt Mom's pussy grow wet. No telling what kind of show he was getting.

Mom swiveled around again. "Now kiss my sexy ass," she commanded. I did. She cooed as I sucked at her full, firm globes, then she bent over and I lapped at her cunt once more.

"Ooh, ya, you're making my pussy feel so good, Billy. Maybe I should rub it on you." With that, she sat down in my lap and arched her back friskily. Her slit was right on my enormous bulge.

"Mmmm," I said.

"Ooof!" she yelled, looking down. "God, you're huge!"

"Eleven inches, sweetheart," I bragged, reaching around her and cupping my hands under her bra.

"Oh, no, dat's crazy," she said, swiveling her hips and dry-fucking me. "No cock is dat big. Mmm, ya, dat feels good."

"Mine is, baby. Too bad you girls don't want to fuck." She got up and faced me again, rolling her hips and pulling her pants off her feet. Naked save for her bra, she put her hands on her hips and continued to pulse rhythmically. "Wanna see it?" I asked.

"Ya."

"Then show me those big tits first."

"Oooh, you're bossy. I like dat." As Bon Jovi cried something about needing a prescription, Mom danced back over me and sat on my knees. She leaned into me and her cantaloupes practically exploded out of her bra. She cupped one hand under the right one seductively and then ran the same hand along my face. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. I was smothered in tits again.

She leaned back and pointed to the front clasp of her bra. "Here, honey, you do it." I reached up with both hands as my nose disappeared into her cleavage once more. The clasp gave way and her firm, formed tanks came bounding out of the overtaxed bra cups like Lake Meade crashing through the Hoover Dam. Her tight-packed cleavage opened up and my head was suddenly in a valley between the twin peaks.

I leaned back to get a good look. In the dim, sexy light they seemed more massive than ever, shaking and shimmying like a 18-year-old's.

My mother had just done a striptease for me and now stood buck naked between my legs, striking lewd, sultry poses on every downbeat as Bon Jovi called for a doctor. If the singer and his band had been performing live for us, the sight of Mom's bare figure would have brought the music to a sudden, stumbling halt as each musician gawked in disbelief. Watching Mom's big hips swivel and her tanks lurch up and down, Bon Jovi himself would have pitched a little tent in his leather pants.

I reached up and cupped her jugs - - at least, what would fit in my hands.

"Jesus, Inga, what a fucking rack," I said.

"Oooh, Billy, I'm not supposed to let you do dat. But you're so cute. You like dem?"

"Oh, yeah." I craned down to suck the left one.

"No, no," she teased, "You still haf to hold up your end of de bargain."

"Honey, my dick is so hard, I don't need to hold it up."

She got off me. "Okay, let's see that big thing."

"You do it," I said, holding my hands out to my sides.

She deftly undid my belt buckle and unzipped my Ralph Lauren chinos. Then I lifted up and she yanked my pants and shorts down to my knees. My rigid cock boinged out like a jack-in-the-box, a throbbing sledgehammer driven to diamond fury by the sight of my mother's naked body. Those long, smooth, sculpted legs, that voluptuous ass. And those gargantuan tits, swinging and heaving like I had never thought possible.

"Jesus!" Mom cried. "Your cock is huge!"

"Wasn't lying, was I, baby?"

"Mmm, you certainly weren't," she said, grinning slyly at me. "I haf never even seen one dat big." She leaned over me and wrapped one hand around it tentatively. I cupped my hands under her huge tits again and we kissed.

"Inga, what are you doing?" Jill called out. I peeled my eyes off my mother's melons and surveyed the room. My sister and cousin were both writhing fully nude in front of their men. Jill stared disapprovingly at my mother, but then her eyes fell to my monster, which Mom was jacking vigorously.

"Jesus!" Jill cried. "Look at that fucking dick!"

"Holy shit," Lisa said. "I felt a big bulge in this boy's jeans, too." She looked down at Danny.

"We're all that big," Bobby said.

"Oh, no way," Jill said.

"I can't stand it anymore. I haf to suck it," Mom said. She bent over at the waist, stretched her jaw open and inhaled my shaft. Her dark lips slid hungrily up and down and I felt my glans probe the tight, damp depths of her throat.

"Oh, yeah, baby, suck it," I moaned.

"Jesus, she's blowing him!" Lisa said.

"And you're gonna blow me," Danny said, unzipping his pants. His purple, veiny flagpole sprang out. "Here, honey, wrap those gorgeous lips around this thing."

"Oh, my god," Lisa said. "Oh, my god." She leaned down and went to work.

That left Jill. "Okay, Bobby, let's see the size of yours," she said as Mom went deep on my shaft, her cantaloupes resting on my thighs. Bobby whipped out his big, hard cock and stared at his mother with grim determination. "Christ, you too," she yelled over the music, reaching down to stroke it. "Are you boys from another planet or something?"

"Yeah, the big-dick planet," he said.

"Good, because we're from the one right next to it. The gorgeous-girls-with-huge-tits planet."

"Well, we should get together more often," I said as Mom sucked my helmet.

"Oh, we're going to get together, alright," Jill said. "And I'm going to have Bobby seeing stars in a minute." Then she knelt down and started sucking her own son's penis.

Bon Jovi blew his load and the song petered out. It was replaced by the music of three very wet, horny blowjobs. During brief lulls between the various groans, I heard the CD changer rotating to the next disc.

New music, hot and fast. It was Cinderella's "Girls, Girls, Girls." Man, did Jill know her stripper music or what?

"Mmm, nice tune," I said, watching Mom's big, dark lips glide up and down my shaft.

She took her mouth off me and brought her face up to mine. Her blue eyes narrowed with the cold fire of lust. "Ya, it is," she said. "Let's fuck to it."

"Gladly, Inga." We got up and hurried over to the camelhair sofa on the other side of my brother and sister. Mom lay down on her back and spread her legs.

"Mmm, comfy," she said, wigging her hips and cupping her hands to the sides of her mammoth tits as I mounted her and aimed my throbbing monster at her slot. She raised up on her elbows and looked down. "Oooh, ya, honey, fuck me. I vant to vatch your big cock go in."

"Oh, man, Billy's about to fuck that Swedish babe," Danny said. "I'm going to do the same thing to you, honey," he said to Lisa, who responded by sucking his cock even more vigorously.

I worked my big helmet through Mom's pink pussy lips. She moaned lewdly and gripped my shoulders with horny anticipation. "Oh, ya, Billy, do me."

"You ready for eleven inches, Inga?"

"Ya, fill my pussy with it. Let's see how much will fit." She began moaning again as I slid my boy into her to answer that question. By the time we watched my big nuts nestle against her ass, her vocals had crescendoed into one long shameless wail.

"That's what they all say," I told her.

"Oh, yaaaaaaaaaaa, Billy," she seethed, gripping my arms and gazing down at the sight of her lips stretched taut around the base of my big, hard pole. She bounced her hips desperately. "Do it! Knulla mig!"

"What's that? Swedish? I don't understand," I teased.

"Knulla mig! Fuck me, Billy, please! I can't wait any more! Honey, please start banging me!" She got her wish. I began giving it to her in time to the music. As our eyes met and she sneered at me, I downstroked on one and three and pulled my cock back out to the tip on two and four. She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts.

"Oooh, yaaaaa," she cooed, rubbing my back lovingly as her huge melons began heaving in syncopation to my thrusts. "Mmm, ya, you've got great rhythm," she said. "Oh, ya, honey - - oh - - oh - - oh - -  ya - - ungh - - oh - - oh - - OH - - OH!" she cried on each downstroke.

"Yeah, fuck her, Billy!" Bobby cheered. Then he looked down at his mother, who was still feverishly sucking his cock. "Ride me, you horny whore."

"I thought you'd never ask, kid," she said, rising from her knees.

"Look, Inga, your colleague is about to get some serious action." Still moaning, she looked over at the other couple while I continued to drill her. "Ya, fuck him, Montana!" she yelled. "Slide your pussy up and down dat big cock!" That was exactly what Jill had in mind. Straddling her son, she grasped his shaft with one hand and lowered herself onto him.

"Oooooh," they moaned together as his helmet vanished into her. "All the way down, baby," he encouraged. "I know it's the biggest cock you've ever had in your pussy, but be brave." She was. In another second or two she was sitting on his lap, his big balls hanging under her ass. Then she slowly began rising up and down on him.

"God, look at her impale herself on that big thing," I said.

"Ya, and her huge tits are right in his face," Mom said. "He's lucky to be fucking a woman as gorgeous as her."

"She's getting something in return," I said, lengthening my strokes but maintaining the same tempo. Mom cranked up her moans to match and looked down at the action.

"Ungh! Oh! I'm getting something even better!"

"Your pussy's nice and tight, Inga."

"I told you we never do dis wit clients. Dey all beg to fuck me, but I never let dem. Dis is de first time I've cheated on my boyfriend."

"Am I better than him?"

"Oh, god so much better. You're cuter, your cock is bigger, everything." She put her legs between my arms and over my shoulders and I started slamming her pelvis into the seat cushion. Her nails sank into my back. "Oh, ya, baby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ungh! Ya! Ya!"

"You like that, don't you, you big-titted Swedish bitch! Nothing like a good, hot all-American fuck, is there!"

"Aiee gud, knulla mig! Ya, hardare! Hardare!"

"Harder, eh? Like this?" I began pounding her ass into the sofa springs. Her gigantic tits were whumping up and down violently. "I'll give it to you faster, too." I shifted into double-time, downstroking on every beat as Cinderella screamed a bunch of crap about the Sunset Strip.

Those stoned rockers could fuck all the groupies they wanted. But they could only dream about getting their hands on a body like my mother's. Her melons went crazy, windmilling and slamming into each other.

Then she really started screaming. "Oh! Oh! Ya, sluta inte! Oh! Oh! Oh! Knulla mig tills jag skriker!" Hearing all that lewd Swedish was fantastic even though I didn't understand a word. It was as if she were a teenager again back in Stockholm and I were pounding her in her parents' living room.

"Oh! Jag har aldrig haft ett bättre knull!" Panting, she craned up to kiss me and then looked down at my cock throttling her pussy. "Gud, kolla hur din kuk spetsar min fitta! Oh! Oh! Jesus, det är så jävla skönt!"

"Fuck, I've never heard her break into Swedish before," Lisa said.

I looked over at her. She was climbing up on a chair and my brother was preparing to do her from behind. "Man, she's really loving what you're giving her, Billy! Don't stop now!" Then she looked back over her shoulder at my brother and arched her back. "Come on, Danny, watching them fuck is driving me crazy. Slide that big cock into me." He did.

Not that I wanted to focus on them just then. "Gud, knulla mig!" Mom yelled louder than ever. "Sluta inte! Jag är så jävla kåt! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Gasping, I pounded her for dear life. "OH! OH! OH! OH! YA! YA! OH! JAG KOMMER! JAG KOMMER!"

That part, I understood. "Yeah, come, you Scandinavian slut! Come for me! I wish your boyfriend could see us! I want him to see my hands squeezing your tits and my big, long dick pumping in and out of your pussy! Come on, bitch, COME!"

"OH! OH!" she continued as I goaded her. "OH! YA! OH! GUD, KNULLA MIG! JAG KOMMER! OH! OH!" Her screams got louder.

And louder.

And louder.

"JAG KOMMER! OH! OHHHH! OHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AIE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AH! AH! OH! OH! YA! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" This happened in perfect timing with the end of the song. As the music faded and her final scream spooled down like a jet engine, I slowed my gait in a sudden rollentando and then gave her one final, savage, deep-pussy lunge to close the deal.

"UNGH!" she grunted. It was like the stinger at the end of a Sousa march. We lay there catching our breath.

Not that a lack of music had left the room silent. Lisa cooed as Danny's thick, veiny cylinder pistoned in and out of her and his pelvis slapped vigorously against her ass. Across the floor, lucky Bobby was sucking his mother's enormous left breast as she boinked her ass up and down on his lap.

"Oh, fuck, Bobby, we're weren't planning on doing anything like this with you boys," Jill said. "But Jesus, I'm glad we did."

"Me, too," Mom said. She raised her head and looked at her pussy, in which my cock was still buried to the hilt. "God, vat a sight. I can't believe you haven't come yet. Most men don't last very long after I take off my clothes."

"Well, I've recently had some good training in fucking bombshells and lasting long enough."

"It's probably good dat you didn't. You might have gotten cum on dis byootiful sofa. Your parents would be angry with you."

"Yeah, I guess," I said, guffawing.

"Vhere are your parents?"

"Dad's away on business, as usual, and Mom, uh, is around here somewhere."

"Ooh, Billy, vat vould your mother say if she saw us fucking?"

"I don't know. She might be a little jealous."

"Is she pretty?"

"Oh, god, she's so fucking gorgeous." Mom beamed. "Does she like to watch?"

"Yeah, she does."

"In dat case, let's go give her a show." She craned up and brought her lips to my ear. "It's time for us to be alone, sweetheart," she whispered - - as Mom, not Inga.

After a quick kiss, I pulled my cock out of her and we got up. Naked, we crossed through the living room and she led me to the patio door next to the kitchen and we slipped outside. The other two couples were still in the throws of intercourse and didn't even notice our exit.

"Your house is so byootiful," Mom said, her Inga persona returning. She surveyed the pool and expansive rear grounds. "Is dat a guest house?"

"Yep," I said, following her gaze to the two-story casita standing on a slight knoll to the right.

"Let's go in dere and haf sex again."

"You got it." In the upstairs bedroom, I turned the dimmer switch by the door and the room glowed softly with the halo of indirect track lighting. Mom's hand slipped over mine and cranked the lights up a little brighter.

"Ya, like dat. I vant her to see everything."

"Who? My mother?"

"Ya, honey, your mother," she said, leading me to the center of the room, near one corner of the big sleigh bed, and draping her arms over my shoulders girlfriend-style. My big dick, still about 90 percent hard, poked against her between her floating ribs. Then she nodded her head to my left and we both looked. The entire wall opposite the foot of the bed was a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Cool," I said.

"Now your mother can really watch us fuck. I tink she will love it."

"I know she will," I said, encircling her waist and sliding my hands down onto her shapely ass.

"Ya, dat feels good, Billy."

"You like that?"

"Mmm, ya." She took a half-step sideways so we could watch in the mirror.

"Your ass is gorgeous," I said.

"Ya, isn't it?"

"Full and firm and perfectly shaped. You've got the rear-end of a teenager, Inga."

"Oooh, tank you." She giggled. "Mmm, ya, squeeze it. Does your mother have a nice ass?"

"Oh, yeah. It looks a lot like yours, in fact."

"Really? You must stare at it a lot."

"All the time."

"I bet her legs aren't as long and beautiful as mine."

"They are."

"Billy, honey your mother is starting to sound like one gorgeous girl."

"She is."

"Poor boy, you must be attracted to her."

"Yep."

"Vell, at least she doesn't have a set of tits like dese." She turned and faced the mirror. Standing behind her, I watched our reflections over her shoulder as I cupped my hands under them. "Mmm, ya, Billy. You have great hands."

"And you have great tits, Inga."

"Ya, aren't dey fantastic? I love to look at them. Does your mother have big boobs?"

"Oh, yeah."

"She does? You've got it bad in this house, don't you? How big is her rack? D cups? Double D?"

"They're as big as yours, honey."

"Oh, no, Billy, impossible. Dese big girls are tirty-eight double gees."

"So are Mom's."

"Oh, my lord! Your mother is a goddess! You must be desperate to fuck her!"

"Right at the moment, I am." She stepped to the side and reached across to stroke my cock. I was at full mast and then some.

"God, I still can't believe how big your cock is. Does your mom know?"

"She got a good look at it earlier today."

"Den you know vat she probably wants to do?"

"What?"

"Dis." She knelt down and started sucking my cock. I looked in the mirror. We were in perfect profile to it and the view was fantastic. So this was what Mom and I looked like naked and having sex. She watched, too, as her lips slowly churned up and down the top half of my thick pole. I rubbed her shoulders and watched her gigantic breasts bounce and sway gently.

"Mmm, Inga, you're right. I do want my mother to watch us. I want her to see everything."

She pulled her mouth off me. "Believe me, honey, she's watching." She stroked my spit-glossed cock, then continued sucking it.

After all that ear-splitting music, the silence - - save for my moans and her smack and gulps - - was refreshing. Mom cupped a hand under my balls and played with them. We both watched her do that, too.

After another minute or so, she stood up. "So, Billy, you really vant to fuck your mother, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah."

The Inga shtick vanished again. "Well, darling, as you know, I'm your mother. And you can fuck me all night if you want to. My beautiful body is all for you."

"Mom, let's fuck."

"No, let's make love."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, honey," she said, leading me by the hand toward the bed, my big cock sticking out like a tree branch, "I'm going to lie on the bed and you're going to slide your big cock into my pussy and love me with it."

"Okay." She climbed up on the high bed and lay back across it at an angle, spreading her legs and checking the mirror for the best viewpoint. The she motioned me on top of her. "Come on, sweetheart." I mounted her and we kissed with slow, deliberate passion. Then she reached down and guided my throbbing cock to the front door of her pussy.

"Jesus Christ, Mom, I'm so horny."

"I know, baby, I am, too. But go slow at first. Really slow. I love it when you pound me, but take your time this round, slugger." I pushed my hips forward and slid my cock into her. She moaned softly and ran her hands over my ass. I was all the way inside her. "Mmmmmmmmm, yeah, sweetheart," she said dreamily.

I started giving it to her nice and slow and stared into her eyes for approval.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, baby, make love to me. Make love to me, Billy. I don't want to do it like this with anyone but you. Your father can't satisfy me, so I need you to adore me with your big penis, sweetheart."

We both looked down. "I'm adoring you with all eleven inches, baby," I said.

"Ooooooh, yeah, service my pussy with it." She glanced over toward the mirror. "Oh, look at us!" I did. Holy shit, there we were, buck naked and going at it. Billy was on his knockout mother with his huge cock slowly gliding in and out of her pink slot.

"Can you see everything?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. I can see my big dick in your cunt."

"I can, too. God, what a sight," she breathed, her passion rising. "Oh, Billy, you make me feel so good and I love you for it. You can do anything you want to me, honey. Anything."

"How are we going to give this up?" I asked, still watching my cock service her in the mirror.

She lifted her head and looked down at the same thing. "I honestly don't know, baby. We're obviously going to have to have sex all night. I really love you, Billy. What I mean is that I've got such a crush on you."

"A crush? On me?"

"I know it sounds strange, honey. It's probably just all the fantastic sex we've been having. There's no way that I could fail to have these kind of feelings for you after the way you satisfy me with your manhood."

"Doesn't Danny satisfy you?"

"Oh, he does. But he just slides his big dick into me and starts pumping like a machine. You're so much better."

"What about Bobby?"

"Bobby's a great fuck, too, but he's not my son so it's not as exciting. No one has ever pleased me the way you do, honey - - and believe me, lots and lots of men have tried." This news sparked my pride and I picked up the pace. Her jugs started heaving.

"Oooooh, yeah, baby," she responded in kind. "Give it to me just like that. Please me with your huge manhood. I'm just afraid no one will ever do me this good again."

"I'll do you this good ten times every night if you want, Mom."

"Oh, baby, I know you could, but we can't. As much as I'd like to look down and see this every night," she said, gazing down hornily at the action again. "Oh, God almighty, honey, look at that! My big tits heaving up and down and your massive cock drilling my pussy! Jesus Christ, Billy! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Hearing that, I couldn't help but start banging her harder than she claimed she wanted. But as my big shaft pistoned mercilessly in and out of her and we snarled at each other, what Mom really wanted soon became clear.

"Oh, yes! Yes! YES! YES! OH, MY GOD, I'M COMING! I'M COMING! OH! YES! FUCK ME, BILLY, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"