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). She said, "Hello, dear," in a soft, welcoming voice, but Daniel couldn't get out any words in reply.
She figured they might as well get right down to it. "Why don't you take your underwear off, Daniel?"
His eyes widened for a moment. Then, looking down at himself, he peeled off his boxer briefs and let them fall to the floor.
Jenny did a double take. "Oh, my Lord," she breathed.
Daniel's member, rapidly hardening before her eyes, was enormous. When fully erect, it seemed likely to be at least ten inches long.
Jenny's eyes were fixed on it as if she were hypnotized. Climbing slowly out of bed, she headed toward her son, then extended a hand and touched the quivering organ.
"I had no idea," she said, mostly to herself. An absurd feeling of pride filled her (
I produced this magnificent organ!
), and she let out a shivery little laugh.
Then, falling instinctively to her knees, she put as much of it into her mouth as she could.
That wasn't very muchâmaybe three inches at most. But she worked those inches with lips and tongue, using one hand to hold onto the shaft and the other to tickle his large sac of testicles. Every so often she reached behind him and grabbed hold of his muscular bottom; each of his buttocks had a cute little dimple that delighted her. But mostly she focused on that enormous cock, licking the whole shaft with her tongue as if it was a huge lollipop.
She didn't want him to get too excited and come in her mouth, so after a few minutes she stood up and, looking him right in the eyes, pulled down her nightgown from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Now it was Daniel whose eyes widened as he gasped. "Oh, Mom, you're so lovely!" he cried.
"Thank you, dear," she said, leading him by the hand to the bed.
They lay down on their sides next to each other, using both hands to get a good feel of each other's bodies. Daniel was so excited about his impending loss of virginity that he was soon lying on top of Jenny and seemed ready to plunge into her, when she made the same warning she had done to Peter:
"Danny, you need to see if I'm wet."
She already was wet, but she felt the advice would always come in handy in Daniel's future relations with women. But to her surprise, instead of merely extending a hand down to check for any moisture in and around her sex, he scooted all the way down and, parting her legs, gave that mysterious area between her legs a careful examination.
Probably he was just wanting to make sure he understood the relations between all the various parts down there. After all, this was his first close-up look at the female organ, and he wasn't quite certain what was really going on down there. With a delicate gesture he parted her petal-like labia and gazed fascinatedly at the deep orifice revealed thereby. It suddenly struck him that he, along with his brothers, had emerged from this cavity eighteen or twenty or twenty-one years ago; and so it gained in Daniel's mind a holiness even beyond what he felt for his mother in general.
The whole area was indeed quite moist, and getting more so: even as he watched, that thin, clear fluid was leaking out of her vagina, and he made a quick flick of the tongue to scoop up a bit of it and see what it tasted like. It was a bit acrid, but not unpleasant; and the aroma of the whole area was so pungent that it made him feel faint.
He didn't think he was really ready to undertake the task of licking her to climax: probably he'd be so clumsy at it that he would botch the job. So he climbed up his mother's body and, situating his frame between her legs, gazed down at her with a mixture of excitement and fear.
"You can go into me now, dear," she said encouragingly.
Daniel thought that his cock would somehow be able to find the proper spot on its own; and when it was unable to do so, sliding up and down between the labia, he got alarmed and frustrated, grimacing and making little whimpering sounds. Jenny came to his rescue, extending a hand down and saying, "Let me put it in for you, okay?"
She guided the cock unerringly into her crevice, and Daniel felt the inexpressible bliss of a first entry into that focus of every man's desire.
He actually went in too far too fast, causing his mother to wince. "Not too much at once, dear!" she cried. "You're a little bigger than I'm used to."
Bigger than your father, and even bigger than James.
Daniel withdrew almost entirely, then began thrusting much more slowly and tenderly. His customary feeling that every woman was a delicate piece of china came to the fore again, and Jenny had to convince him by word and gesture that she was quite a bit tougher than that. Pretty soon he was in a good rhythm, and had now lowered himself onto his mom's body, feeling those incredible breasts against his chest. He kissed her fervently on the mouth and cheeks and neck, and his hands fondled her breasts and bottom and back and thighs.
To no one's surprise, it was only a few minutes before he started sending several thick jets of his come into her. It was the most exquisite pleasure he had ever felt in all the eighteen years of his lifeâand he sensed that it would only be the first of many fusions of body and soul with her and, later, other women.
When he slipped off of her, he saw that her chest and stomach were coated with sweatâboth hers and his. He devoured every inch of her body as she lay there, a gorgeous receptable of his desire. But he knew his work had only begun.
"I'll make you come now, Mom," he said urgently.
As she gazed tranquilly at him, he reached a trembling hand down to her sex. His emission was already oozing out of her, and the feel of that viscous substance mingling with her own juices only emphasized the more keenly the physical and spiritual union they had just experienced.
But then he suddenly realized that he wasn't quite sure how to proceed. He knew that you're supposed to rub that area somehow, but he wasn't clear on how and where it should be done. As he gave his mother a plangent look (
Mom, please, I need your help now!
), she smiled genially and said, "Let me show you."
She advised him patiently about stroking the labia and then focusing on the clitoris. He was welcome, she said, to stick his fingers into her vagina, and she didn't at all mind if he squeezed her nipples, either with fingers or mouth. He had an unquenchable desire to get a close look and feel of her breasts, and fastened his lips on a nipple while his fingers explored the space between her legs.
Presently she was throwing her head back and moaning, and he felt he was doing the job more or less right. As her hands clutched the bedsheets in typical fashion, he could sense that her excitement was increasing, and he stroked her more vigorously while at times actually biting down on that erect nipple. And soon she was crying out sharply as her orgasm crashed over her. He was inclined to stop his actions, but had a dim awareness that he should keep on with his stimulation, so that she could derive the maximum pleasure out of her climax.
Minute after minute it went on, and after a while he just gazed at her in amazement as she gave in to the sensation. Like his brothers, he became convinced that women feel their orgasms even more intensely than men, and his eyes were glued to her as he watched her writhe and quiver and shake and groan, until she finally pushed his hand away and lay there, eyes rolling in her head and her tongue hanging out, utterly spent by her paroxysm.
As both Jenny and Daniel knew, this was only the beginning. After a suitable rest, Daniel invaded his mother's bottom, at her request. Then she asserted herself and got on top, riding him lustily as he gaped at her exquisitely sculpted body bouncing on his cock. Even this wasn't the end, and Jenny taught her son to do sixty-nineâand it was here that something strange happened.
Given that Daniel had already had three climaxes, it took him quite a while to generate another; but at last he did send his fourth discharge into Jenny's mouth. In the interim, he had learned how to lick a woman's pussy efficiently and electrifyingly, and was once again amazed at how she was responding. Even after she had swallowed his come, she continued to writhe and quiver from head to toe. She rolled over onto her back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling, breathing shallowly, her mouth hanging open.
Daniel wasn't even touching her, but she still seemed to be under the influence of a relentless orgasm.
She turned to look at him, an expression of bafflement and alarm on her face. "IâI'm still coming," she whispered between gasps. "I can't stop coming."
Daniel was alarmed also. "What should I do, Mom?" he said.
"Just hold me," she said, and he wrapped his arms around her as she held him close, almost as if he were her father and she his daughter. (Not that father and daughter would be hugging each other naked after several copulationsâwould they?) She seemed to be experiencing her own personal earthquake, and hoping that contact with his body would somehow allow her to settle down. But the press of her breasts against his chest, and the feel of his not entirely soft organ against her belly, seemed to stimulate her more than it calmed her, even though Daniel's hand was not touching her sex at all.
