Wicked Mother Ch. 03

"Don't get any ideas back there, big guy," I hadn't realized what she must have been thinking.

"Oh," I stammered and then laughed. "I wasn't going to do that."

"It's not that I mind that, but it has to be prepared before you just ram it in." she informed me.

"You'll have to show me what you mean by prepared, sometime. But for now, this is what I want," I said pressing my cock between her well lubed pussy lips. She moaned loudly as I slid it home.

"So good, Max. Don't go easy on me, do me hard baby," she said with a groan of pleasure.

I had one hand on the back of her neck and the other on one butt cheek as I started pumping my cock into her for all I was worth. I didn't hear the door open behind me, but I did hear Debbie exclaim, "Mother, that's not fair."

Barbara was too far gone to care that Debbie had walked in and was now in the process of stripping off her clothes. I kept pounding into Barbara's wonderful pussy as Debbie pressed her tits into my back. I felt her hand reach between my legs to fondle my balls, man did that feel good. I'm just like most guys, I can fuck for a while until something happens that pushes me over the edge and then I'm pretty much done for. And when Debbie came to her mother's side and reached under her and began stroking her clit, I knew I wasn't long for this scene. Barbara began to moan loudly, and summoning nearly every biblical name I could think of, her body shook violently and she let out one final "Oh.My.God" before she came. Debbie forcefully pushed me off of her mother and lay beside her on her back, "Finish in me, Max," she begged.

No idiot on this planet would turn that down, least of all this idiot. I had to give my shaft a bit of a squeeze as I pull out of Barbara, yes, I was that close. I got between Debbie's outstretched legs and within three strokes I had bottomed out. Barbara rolled to her side, one hand slid down to strum her daughter's clit as her lips enveloped one of her nipples. Yep, that was my cue. My balls tightened, my ass cheeks clinched, I even think my toes might have curled up and I yelled out, "Oh shit," for some reason that had become my 'go to' signal that I was cuming. Do all guys have that?

Debbie shuddered and groaned as my balls started to empty their payload. Barbara rubbed her daughter's clit with wild abandon as she bucked below her. My cock twitched erratically and my body froze above her in erotic bliss.

Debbie was the first to regain her senses, "Fuck, I needed that," she cooed.

"So did I baby," her mother supplied. "Now let's get you cleaned up, stud," she said as she extricated my softening phallus from her only child's vagina. She used her deft tongue and mouth to clean off the mixture of mine and Debbie's juices. That was so erotic to watch that I felt my cock twitch with glee. "No big boy, not happening," I informed my cock in my own mind.

The next evening, Friday if you're keeping track, I went over to Carrie's house to see her before I left for Aruba. Her mother answered the door and ushered me in. Laura Knight looked much like her daughter, her butt might be a bit plumper and her boobs a bit fuller, but they looked like sisters in the face. Her father was a big man, nearly my own height. He had a full beard, just a bit of gut, huge arms and a barrel chest. He had been in the service for nearly thirty years, and deployed to nearly every hot spot in the world. He had a purple heart and a navy cross, he was a badass.

"Ah, there he is, the hero of our alma mater," said Jack 'Jackknife' Knight as he stood from his recliner to greet me with a crushing handshake. Jackknife, as he's known in our town, for his exploits during the early 90's on the football field, was a living legend.

"Hero," I laughed. "You're the one with all the medals and the purple heart, I just throw passes."

"Yeah, but you throw them damn well, son, you remind me of me when I was that age," he said, finally releasing my hand from his death grip. "Sit down, sit down. Did I ever tell you about the time we won the state championship in 93?"

"Father, you are not going to go into that long story again are you? Max has heard it at least a dozen times." Carrie said as she entered the room. Her father laughed and pulled Carrie into his lap and gave her a hug. A pang of jealousy twisted my stomach, what I wouldn't give to have even one of my parents treat me like that.

"It's alright Carrie, I like listening to his stories," I told her, and I was being completely honest. He might have been the closest thing I had to a father right now.

"How's your mother?" Mrs. Knight asked, a tone of sympathy edged her voice.

"She's holding up, Mrs. Knight. Though I'm not really sure how everything has affected her, she isn't one for showing a lot of emotion," I said with a shrug.

"No, no she's not," Mrs. Knight agreed.

"That's why I'm taking her to Aruba, hopefully it will get her mind off of things and maybe she'll let her guard down enough to at least let me know what she's feeling." I supplied.

"I wouldn't count on that, boy. That woman can be as hard as summer clay when she sets her mind to it." Jack said before taking a pull from his beer.

"Father!" Carrie chided him. "That is no way to talk about someone."

"It's true nonetheless, isn't it Max." Jack asked.

I sighed, "Sadly, he's right. She is a hard nut to crack." I said with a shrug.

"Did I ever tell you that I dated your mother?" Jack asked me as he sat his beer on the table. The statement took me by surprise and I just sat there staring.

"I wouldn't call what you two did dating exactly," Mrs. Knight interjected.

"No, I suppose not," Jack said thoughtfully. "I kind of filled in for your father while he was off learning about the oil business, it was harmless fun, they weren't married yet."

"Just think Max, had things gone differently we could have been brother and sister," Carrie said jokingly. I just stared at Jack.

Carrie jumped up off her father's lap, "Let's go to Sonic and get a cherry limeade," she said promptly. Just a side note, if you haven't had a cherry limeade from Sonic, you're missing out on one of life's great pleasures.

Jack reached for his wallet, "Do you need some cash Max?" he asked.

That made me laugh, "No, Mr. Knight, I think I've got it covered."

Jackknife laughed as well, "I sometimes forget about you are a Kaiser, you've always been so down to earth, not like rich people in the movies."

"I'll take that as a complement, Mr. Knight," I said taking his hand, grimacing even before his vice grip drained the blood from my fingers.

Carrie and I got our drinks and headed out for old bridge road. There were a few scattered cars and pickups parked along the big open area near the river. I raised the arm rest and pulled Carrie to me in an embrace.

"I'm going to miss you, baby doll," I told her. "I wish I could take you with me, but I think I need some time alone with my mother."

"Max, I understand completely. Go get things sorted out with her; you know I'll be here when you get back. And I'll send you plenty of hot pictures so you won't forget me," she said with a mischievous grin.

I grinned as well, "I love you, baby doll," I said pulling her closer until our lips met. It wasn't long before my hand found its way under her loose sweat shirt to squeeze one of her magnificent boobs. She moaned into my mouth as her tongue intertwined with mine.

"Let's get in the back," she suggested, or ordered, I'm not sure which, nor did I care.

We slid into the back seat and hurriedly pulled off our pants and I drug her onto my lap. She was kissing me with as much passion as I've ever felt from her as she lowered down on my waiting and extremely hard cock. I moaned as her luscious pussy enveloped my shaft.

"You feel so good, Carrie," I said, barely able to speak due to the pleasure I was feeling.

"Oh Max, you fill me up so well, I love the feel of your cock in my pussy," she said between cock hardening kisses. I realized that I wasn't even thrusting into her; just the feel of her walls gripping my cock was all I needed.

Unromantically I pulled up her shirt and moved her bra so I could put my lips on her beautiful nipples, which hardened under my ministrations. Her moans and chirps of delight caused my hips to lurch, plunging my erection deeper into her ever slick pussy.

"Fuck me, Max. Fuck me so hart that I'll be sore until you get back," she begged. I twisted until she was laying on her back and I loomed above her, her knees were somewhere near my chest, her luscious breast were quivering with delight and her angelic face wore a mask of ecstasy. I braced my feet on one door and my hand on the other and I went to work. My cock pistoned like a well-oiled V8 in and out of her ever increasingly wet hole; she grunted and moaned with every stroke. Her nails dug into my triceps every time the head of my blood filled cock hit her cervix.

"Harder Max, I'm getting close, fuck me harder," I obliged willingly as my hands found new purchase on the molded plastic of the trucks interior and I continued my relentless bombardment of her pussy, feeling the pleasure of every stroke into this beautiful creature that lay below me. Her breaths became short and her moans became chirps which rapidly turned into near screams of pleasure.

"I'm cuming," she said in short rasps, "I'm cuming, cum with me Max, cum with me, lover," she begged heatedly between gasps. The tingling rapidly cascaded through my loins and I stiffened, her legs wrapped around my back and my arms went rigid as I released inside of her. She ground herself against me, shuddered and bucked as the wave of pleasure swept over her. It was all I could do not to fall against her as I nearly buckled with exhaustion and desire.

"God Max, that was great," she said with a beautiful grin. "That should hold me over until you get back."

I lowered my head until my forehead rested against one of her perfect breasts, I was breathing as hard as I ever had in a game. "I already miss you, baby doll."

The ride to the airport was quiet as my mother stared stoically out the window of the Maybach as Edwin drove us to the airport. We were checked into first class and seated before any of the other passengers as the plane taxied on the runway.

"Are you looking forward to relaxing on the beach, mother?" I asked, trying to break the tension that had developed since we had left the mansion.

She turned to me, her look unreadable, "Yes," she said simply as she turned toward the window of the plane, "Among other things."