This story is a sequel to “Soldier On”.
Needless to say Mom and I didn’t make it to the lake that day. We spent three hours in bed, fucking, sucking, and licking. In the days that followed we were carnally influenced often, the particular instances of which varied in form and duration. Always satisfying, though. I am sure my mother was not dissatisfied. She seemed to revel in the suggestions I made. Less than a week after their first time together, we did make our lake trip. While Mom was preparing dinner after we returned from the lake, I was in the kitchen playfully interfering with her progress.
“Keith.” She said firmly, “Leave me alone so I can finish.”
“OK” I replied, “One question first. Why didn’t you wanna swim with me today?”
“Because you kept trying to take my suit off.” She answered.
“But, I wanted to see your body.”
“That’s no reason to strip me in public, Keith.”
“Maybe you’re right.” I tried to sound serious. “I’m selfish. I don’t want everyone to see!” I laughed and dodged as Mom flailed out at me.
“You’re terrible, Keith.” She laughed softly.
“Because I wanna see a beautiful woman’s body?”
She looked down.
I leaned over and kissed her neck, whispering, “You are beautiful.”
Mom moaned and leaned into my kiss. “How do you do that?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“Make me wet in less than three seconds.” She hissed as I cupped her ass in my hand.
“Show me.” I said.
Mom turned to me, loosened her shorts and pushed them past her hips over her smooth tan legs. Spreading her legs a bit revealed her pouting labia. Their shiny glimmer signaling an advanced state of arousal. My cock stiffened at the sight of Mom’s half naked form brazenly displayed in the afternoon sunshine streaming through the window. “You naughty woman.” I accused. She bit her bottom lip as I continued. “You are making me horny. Your gonna have to show me more.”
I patted the counter top, “Up here.” I directed Mom.
I helped her onto the counter with my hands around her waist. Mom looked at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. I slid my hands over her full hips and down her thighs. Gently pressing against the soft skin of Mom’s inner thigh I pushed her knees apart. Taking her hand in mine I placed it between her legs. “Feel.” I instructed.
I felt her fingers press against her slit and her eyes closed slowly as she inhaled. “Is it wet?” I ask.
She nodded.
“Say it.” I said as I snaked my hand under her T-shirt to squeeze her nipple.
“Yes! It’s wet!” she exclaimed as she moved two fingers in and out of her glistening hole.
“You wanna cum, Mommy?” I slowly twisted her nipple.
“Oh, my God, yes!” she answered. Her voice was ragged and her breathing desperate.
“Lay back.” I told her.
As she leaned back I saw a small cucumber lying on the counter. When Mom was on her back I put her feet on the counter’s edge so that her pussy was more accessible. I pulled her hand away from her pussy and pressed the cucumber against her slick opening. The vegetable was the size of a large pickle and easily slid past Mom’s pink lips as I gently applied pressure. She squealed sharply and pivoted her hips wantonly as the cucumber filled her. I fucked her steadily with the cucumber so that it became coated with her juice. Mom was moaning softly and pushing up with her feet to fuck the cucumber. Suddenly she grunted loudly and slapped my hand away making the cucumber fly into the sink. Mom pushed me away from the counter and lowered herself to a kneeling position. Pulling me close, Mom rested her cheek against my crotch. Nodding her head caused her cheek to rub my rock hard cock through my shorts. “See what you turn me into?” she asked in a high-pitched voice. In response I unfastened my shorts and pulled my swollen penis free. Grasping her hair with one hand I massaged her lips with the purple head. Mom’s saliva and my pre-cum coated the flared helmet, making it shine wickedly. I fed my stiff cock into her mouth slowly, steadily. Mom shivered as I held the back of her head, forcing more hard meat past her straining lips. I was full-fucking her mouth now. Mom grunted as I unleashed my passion in a fury of thrusting hips and invading cock. About every third stroke I paused with her nose against my stomach, the bulbous head of my penis down her throat. She would squeeze my leg and I would relent. Letting her breathe as I withdrew. Mom looked up at me through a lust filled haze, a single tear welling from her eye and rolling over her cheek.
I pulled my erection from her mouth and brought Mom to her feet. She was breathing heavily but managed to vocalize. “What?”
Not answering I turned he away from me and carefully bent her at the waist so that her torso lay on the kitchen table. Again she spoke weakly. “Keith?”
I spread her thighs roughly and got between her legs. I penetrated her sopping pussy lips in one smooth thrust, watching her back arch in reaction. “KEITH!” she exclaimed. Hearing her ecstasy made me insane for the pleasure. My hips moved faster and harder, I pounded her slit so forcefully that the table would move on every down thrust. I reached over to the counter and retrieved a bottle of cooking oil, pouring a few ounces in my hand. I passed my hand down the crack of Mom’s ass, between the round white globes. She squirmed, feeling the slick substance on her skin. “You nasty, dirty boy—“ she stopped in mid-sentence with a grunt. I had slid my middle finger completely into her rectum. I held my finger in her ass still fucking her pussy with my dick.
“Did Dad ever do this?” I asked. Mom looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “WELL?” I insisted, moving my finger in and out of her ass a few times.
“NO!” she surrendered.
“Why not? I can see you like it.” I twisted my finger slightly
