An orgy family-style

CHAPTER SEVEN

Maggie Rider finished combing her long, red hair and stood back from the mirror. Not bad for an old bag, she thought. She examined her throat. No one would guess she had a son Bob's age. She didn't look a day over forty and she knew it.

Pam had left for work. Maggie had just showered and dropped the towel on the floor. Poor Pam. So shy and withdrawn. Only able to attract a jerk like Chuck. Poor child.

Still naked, her generous tits spilling down, Maggie dabbed perfume between her thighs and over her thick bush. Even though she pretended to mourn her dead husband she didn't really miss him. She had more men than she knew what to do with.

Except that today she had no plans and she was horny. Pity, she thought, pausing for a moment in front of the mirror.

Slowly, she turned around and gazed at her ass. It was a bit big and not as high as it once had been. But her waist was small and her belly flat. Well, almost flat. And her tits didn't sag much. Judy's sagged more.

She knew her daughter-in-law hated her. She didn't care. Bob adored her. Men loved their mothers no matter what. Judy could go fuck herself.

My body is stiff irresistible, she thought, rummaging in the drawer for a pair of black bikinis and a matching bra. Then, on an impulse, she tossed them onto a chair and climbed back into bed.

She pressed her fingers against her pussy. She moaned softly as the pressure began on her clit. The little organ began stiffening immediately. What I wouldn't do for a good cock right about now, she thought.

Too bad Roger's away. Mmmmmm, that feels good. A cock would feel better, but a finger's better than nothing.

She moved her finger in a circular motion around her clit. Her pussy became wetter. Some of her friends complained of dry-cunt, but not Maggie. She was as wet as a young girl. Well, almost as wet.

Now her nipples began tingling and swelling. She touched one. Just when she needed a man there was no one around. She pulled her nipples. She was a horny broad, there was no doubt about that.

Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on Pam, she thought as she fingered herself. Maybe I ought to encourage her to get out more.

As she fingered her cunt and toyed with her tits, she thought about her daughter with a rush of guilt. Did Pam think she was a hypocrite? Did the whole family think she was strange?

She thought about her son and felt a wild pulsation in her cunt. She wondered if Bob was a good fuck. He and Judy had been married so long their sex life was probably rotten. Poor guy. He had to scrounge around for cooze just because he was married to a little bitch. If I could only get my hands on him for an hour I'd show him what a real woman is.

She took one nipple in her fingers and twisted it around. Her clit throbbed with need. She thought maybe she was competing with her daughter-in-law for her son's affections. If it was true, she didn't care. The hell with it.

After one minor orgasm she jumped off the bed and slipped into her bikinis and bra. Her bra was lacy and low-cut. Her tits bulged out. Any normal man who caught a glimpse of her cleavage would get a hard-on.

Wrapping herself in a silk robe, she went downstairs to the kitchen for coffee. Pam had left some warming on the stove. She poured a cup, thought with a surge of guilt about her daughter, and glanced out the window.

Just then the doorbell rang. My, I wonder who that is? she thought, going to the door.

When she gazed out the window, she saw it was Bob. Then she remembered she'd asked him to stop by and fix the drain in her sink.

"Hello, darling," she trilled. "You've come to fix my plumbing, haven't you?"

Bob kissed her dutifully and stepped inside. Actually he had come over to discuss Pam, but when he caught sight of his mother's outfit he flushed like a teenager.

"Yes, but I want to talk to you too, Ma," he said. He tried averting his eyes. "Jesus, Ma, why don't you go put something on?"

Maggie blushed prettily and pulled her robe more tightly around her. Her tits still spilled over and she gave up.

"Don't make me feel shy, darling," she said. "I'm your mother. You used to suck these milkers and don't you forget it."

She handed him the tool kit. He grinned as he took it from her hand. Maggie sipped her coffee as he went to work on the sink.

"You're pretty distracting, Ma," he said, one eye on the sink and the other on her tits.

"Oh, go on," she giggled, but when her robe fell away from her knee and showed her thigh she didn't adjust it.

Bob had always found his mother sexy. He knew she fucked a lot of men, but he never considered her as a possible sex partner. But today she was coming on to him. He was certain of that. And if she was selling, why shouldn't he buy.

Maggie felt a familiar throbbing between her legs as she gazed at Bob's muscles as he worked. She forgot he was her son, her flesh and blood. She pretended he was a handyman who'd come to fix the sink. A rugged, hard-cocked man who would relieve the itch in her pussy.

"You're not really embarrassed to see me like this, are you, Son?" she said.

"Ma, for a broad your age you're sure built."

"Have you ever had any fantasies about me, hon? Like when you and Judy are… you know… in bed?"

He seemed to be thinking. "Not as I can remember." Maggie frowned. "But when I was a kid I was dying to get into your pants," he said quickly.

The redhead brightened visibly. "Oh, all boys feel that way about their mothers. I'm just an old woman. Who'd be interested in a hag like me?" As she spoke she swung her foot back and forth, opening her robe further.

"You may be getting up there, but you know you're a damn good-looking woman," he said. Finished with the sink, he straightened up and sat down next to her. "Got some more of that?"

She poured him some coffee and sat back down. "Thanks, hon. It makes me feel good to know there's still a man around who thinks I'm attractive."

"But, Ma, you've got lots of boyfriends."

Her lips became two straight crimson lines. "If you're referring to my gentlemen friends, be assured we simply play cards together." She pursed her lips and brought her knees together.

"Hey, Ma, are you trying to tell me…"

Maggie giggled. "Ssshhh. Let's not talk about silly stuff. Let's talk about pleasant things." Her heart pounded harder than it had in years. She felt warm all over and her juices flowed. If only he would… but that was too much to ask.

Bob realized she was embarrassed. "Hey, Ma, whatever you say." He glanced around. "Got anything to go with this mud?"

Maggie rose up and began fixing him breakfast. "Pam makes horrible coffee and Judy sends you out without breakfast. It's a good thing you've got a mother who loves you."

Bob reached over and took her wrist. He kissed the back of her hand and proceeded to eat. "You're my favorite girl, Ma, and you always will be."

Maggie pulled her chair closer to his and placed his free hand on her knee. Parting her thighs, she watched him shovel food into his mouth.

Without thinking, she moved a hand between her legs and began stroking herself. When Bob noticed, his jaw dropped.

"What are you doing, Ma?"

She drew her hand up to her cheek and blushed. "Oh, my, I guess your mother has a little, uh, itch."

Bob pushed his plate away, turned to her and cleared his throat. He'd made up his mind about what he wanted to do. "Let me help you out, Ma."

With a rush of excitement she parted her thighs and let him caress her. Then with a grunt, he leaned over and slipped his tongue into her eager mouth.

All the pent-up passion within her spilled out and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her.

"Kiss me," she hissed, opening her mouth and sucking his tongue inside.

"Jesus, Ma, you're giving me a hard-on."

"I need you, darling," she said. "I don't know what's come over me, but I need you so."

She broke the kiss, running her lips over his face, his eyelids and his neck and ears. He slipped her robe from her shoulders and made a grab for her tits. He rolled the huge globes around with his hands.

Leaning back in her chair, the redhead closed her eyes and drank in the heady excitement. "I could come right now," she giggled.

"I can do better than this, Ma," he said.

They rose up and moved swiftly to the den. "Take me, Son, before I come to my senses."

When they sat down on the sofa, he took one of her tits in his mouth and ran his tongue over her nipple. This was the same tit he'd nursed on as an infant. Now it stood out, big and firm and stiff as a jelly bean. And he still loved it and always had.

Meanwhile his relentless licking brought chills to Maggie's spine. My own little boy, she thought with a giggle, stroking the back of his neck. My own little boy is licking my titties.

She arched her back, cradled his head and pushed her tit further into his mouth. His nose pressed her soft flesh and his warm breath engulfed her.

"Oh, darling, that feels so good. Now do the other one. Oh, yes, that's lovely."

As he licked and caressed and sucked her huge boobs his hand was busy exploring the furry cleft between her legs. He made smacking sounds with his mouth as he ran the tip of his tongue all around her tits and let his fingers comb through her cunt-bush. He loved the roundness of her belly and the pillowy warmth of her inner thighs. Each time he explored a new area of her body she moaned and wriggled her ass.

It wasn't long before she was totally turned on. She held his head in an iron grip and pushed her tits more firmly into his mouth.

Stretched out on the sofa, the redhead opened her legs and welcomed her son. "Hurry and take your clothes off," she said. "I want your cock inside me."

Out of his mind with excitement, Bob rose up, tripped and almost fell on top of her. They laughed as he ripped his clothes off. He stood before her wearing only his socks and was about to mount her when she stopped him.

"Take those things off," she said, pointing at his feet.

His cock swayed as he pulled his socks off. "Okay?" he said, his eyes eager and boyish. He had never seen his mother more beautiful.

The way he was staring at her made Maggie lubricate. According to society what she was doing was wrong, but she didn't care. She wanted her baby boy to fuck her. She wanted him to stick his cock so deep inside her cunt it would come out her mouth. And she wanted it now.

"Okay, darling," she said. "Give Mother that lovely cock before she goes crazy."

He climbed over her, adjusted his weight on his arms and nestled his prick between her thighs. He felt like he'd come home after a lifetime of searching.

"My little boy," she said, hugging him to her. "You're so beautiful and strong. You have such a lovely cock. Oh, darling, I want you to fuck me a long time. I want you to ride me until I'm bowlegged."

"I'll sure try, Ma," he said, kissing her throat and ears and tits and pressing his prick against her snatch.

She twisted around, expertly wrapping her legs around his back and reaching for his prick. She took it in her fist and pumped it while he nuzzled her tits.

Why is he taking so long? she thought. Doesn't he want to fuck me?

She scratched his shoulder. Hard. "Darling, why are you making Mother wait?"

"I want it to last," he said through a mouthful of tit-flesh.

"Oh, darling, that's wonderful," she trilled.

His mouth was moving down, down, down and his tongue darted over the roundness of her belly.

He glanced up at her, winked and grinned and proceeded to poke his tongue into the tangled mass of her beaver.

"I guess this is where I came from and now, I'm back," he said.

"Oh, darling," she moaned, straining to capture his tongue inside her slit.

"I can't wait to make you come," he said.

"Me either," she gasped. "What are you waiting for?"

"Aw, Ma, you taste so good. Don't make me stop."

He sounded like a ten year old boy at that moment and Maggie didn't have the heart to reprimand him.

Lifting her legs up, she encouraged him to kiss her gash. But when he saw the gaping hole between her legs he raised up and placed the head of his dick against it.

"Hey, Ma, I'm gonna fuck your brains out," he said.

"Do it, Son," she said. "Do it."

She had the feeling she was about to get the fuck of her life. Her heart pounded so hard she thought she might pass out. She could think of nothing but getting his big cock inside her. That beautiful cock she'd known so well when he was a boy.

Now with one smooth motion of his hips he sent his prick soaring inside her pussy. His movement was graceful, but he hit his target and she cried out with abandon.

"When you fuck, you fuck," she shrieked. "Ooooohhhhh, you're in so deep! My God, I can feel it in my belly."

He pumped in and out a few times. His cock almost slipped out once, her cunt was so wet and juicy.

They quickly found a rhythm. Arms and legs entwined they strained against each other. Maggie thought he would split her in two, he was fucking her so strenuously. And his balls! How wonderful his balls felt as they slapped against her ass.

She held her tits out to him and he dropped his mouth down to suck them. She knew that any moment she would explode, but she wanted to be aware when he came. She wanted to see his face when he dropped his seed into his own mother's cunt.

"I'm coming, darling," she cried, wriggling around madly.

A moment later Bob felt the vise-like grip of her cunt around his cock as she climaxed. When she opened her eyes, he sent a gusher of fuck-cream into her body.

"You're beautiful when you come!" she screamed. "So beautiful!"

She wrapped her legs more tightly around his back and squeezed her cunt around his pulsating prick. She squeezed and released. Squeezed and released. Again and again he grunted, panted and gasped as she drained his balls.

They continued rocking together. He brushed a few loose strands of hair away from her eyes and she kissed his arms and hands and worked her cunt around his dwindling cock.

Suddenly Bob knew where Pam got her snapping pussy. It was passed down from mother to daughter. He smiled and buried his face in his mother's neck.

"Jesus, Ma, what a fuck," he murmured.