Seeking Caroline (5 page)

I pushed against my son's
rampant cock, "Then sir, I yield and surrender to you. Please take
you mother as you please but promise to love her and cherish her
for long time." I was now caught up with my own fantasy.

Will impatiently pulled me
away from the kitchen top and then pushed my back forward, "Not a
long time mom, forever."

I immediately followed my
son's instructions and placed my hands on the worktop and my back
arched towards my son's crotch, spreading my legs apart. The sash
of my gown had come undone; lapels hanging loose my front naked.
Will pushed my open gown up and collected it over small of my back,
which was hanging like a pulled curtain on either side of
me.

I felt my son caress my ass
with fascination and devotion, before he placed his huge hands on
either side of my hips and adjusted his monstrous cock by wiggling
is hips until his cock head found cunt opening between my plump
large fleshy cunt lips. The significant difference in our heights
made it easy for my six-four feet tall son to penetrate me in this
position so easy.

I moaned loudly as Will
filled my leaking wet cunt in three firm long thrusts. My older son
filled his hands with my dangling breasts and fucked me neither
hard nor gently. He was neither slow nor fast. He did not treat my
breasts gently but was not brutal either. He pinched my nipple
neither hard nor softly. Everything was just right and perfect for
a late morning fuck in the kitchen. It was eerily familiar as if
their father had secretly taught his son how to make love to his
mother.

"Oh Mom... you are so
beautiful. Mom, why did we not do this for so long? I love you mom.
AHHH your cunt is so tight. MOM...unnh.... unnhh," my heart sang as
my son's words sank in even as I on the verge of coming.

"Make love to me son. Fuck
your mother. We will make up for all the years we lost. OOHH
WEEEL....YOOO AARRE SOOOO BEEEG. UUNGH......FFUUCCCKKK.....FUUCCKKK
YOUR MUUUTHERRR," I wailed as my orgasm rushed through my shaking
trembling body.

My knees turned jelly and
buckled. They would have given way and I would have collapsed to
the floor but for my tall strong son who held my hips in his strong
hands and kept me stable as his gargantuan cock pummeled my
cunt.

This was not the marathon
fuck that my sons treated me to. This was 'I missed you while we
slept mom' type of sex. William wanted to cum hard inside his
mother as a token wishing 'good morning' [late for that though]. My
older son fucked with long solid thrusts and my body shook each
time his thighs slammed against my ass.

"I am going to cum mom,"
Will grunted with clenched teeth.

"Cum inside me son. Please
fill your mother's cunt with your cum again," I moaned out my
hidden feelings.

William lost his rhythm and
slammed his cock erratically and then slammed his spurting cock to
the hilt pushing me once again over the precipice. I came as hard
as my son did. We both felt the ache of strong climax tense our
body. I lost all power in my muscles. My son draped himself on my
back, as his cock after spurting endlessly, what appeared to me
ounces of cum. William’s added weight with my knees weak with
post-orgasm lack of muscle tone led me to slowly collapse on the
floor. My son's barely soft cock slipped out and he followed me to
the floor. We sat there holding each other.

We kissed each other.
Eventually, 'mother' spoiled the 'fun'.

I giggled, "Will, go and
shower. I need to feed you both."

Will laughed, "Mom, for
this once more I would forego all you need to cook."

I laughed openly and teased
my son into an embarrassed blush, "That means you never liked your
mom's cooking."

I was a very good cook and
my sons [also my deceased husband] would rather eat at home than go
out to restaurants.

Will looked defeated by his
mother's strange feminine way of arguing. He kissed me on the tip
of my nose and helped me back up my feet. My elder son kissed me
again before reluctantly leaving for his room to get
ready.

I hurried and made the
other two juices. I had a huge pile of toasts ready. I used pepper
ham slices, honey turkey, grilled bacon, cucumber, thin slices of
tomatoes, my special light mayonnaise, and romaine lettuce to made
sandwiches as my boys liked them to be made - wet and dripping
[just like their mother, I giggled loudly at my own private
joke].

Soon after giggling I
shrieked with surprise as two arms picked me up in the air and my
younger son's fake gruff voice filled the kitchen, "The laughter
police will like to know what makes you so happy."

I giggled even more, "Sorry
Sir, I was happy because I was thinking of my two loving, strong
virile, extremely handsome and beautiful sons."

"The laughter police would
like to know what exactly were you thinking. You are required to be
truthful by law," Danny kept his little joke going.

I giggled my answer in
broke voice and blushed madly to boot, "Sir, this devoted mother
was thinking while making sandwiches for her two loving sons that
her sons like their sandwiches wet and dripping, same as their
mother is right now."

I felt a certain tightening
of my little boy's arms around y waist as my legs still flailed in
air. Danny said quickly, in haste forgetting to put on the fake
gruffness, "Then her son has to treat his mother as treats her
sandwiches. He has to savour and devour his mother right now
otherwise he will be punished by laughter police."

"Oh! My goodness. Please do
not punish my lovely innocent son. It is all my fault. I would like
to believe he would follow your instructions," I was caught up in
my son's made up scenario.

Danny put me down and
impatiently turned me around to face him. My little son was naked,
his huge erection bobbing in front of his tight stomach muscles. I
lifted my arms to hug my son but before I could do that Danny
lifted me as easy as picking a child and put me on the kitchen top.
'Oh! How like his father,' I thought anticipating my son's
intentions. I quickly pulled up my gown and lifted my bum to throw
my gown behind my back.

I lifted my meaty full legs
up and apart. My son walked between my legs with his mammoth
erection looking threatening and cute at the same time. Danny
supported my legs on his elbows and his cock found my soaking cunt
opening as if fitted with a homing device. Danny walked in the V of
my thighs and pushed his giant cock inch by inch inside my weeping
cunt. Once half inside me, Danny allowed me to wrap my legs around
his muscular waist my heels digging into the grove above his
muscular hips. My son's frame was too wide for me to cross my
ankles.

I felt a metaphorical
'thud' as Danny buried his cock inside my cunt to the hilt. Once
fully buried in his birthplace we both savoured the warmth of one
other's skin. I moved my chest to rub my hard nipples on my young
son's smooth muscular chest. Danny planted his open the edge of the
work to on either side of my hips [again how uncanny! exactly what
his father did for leverage].

I threw my arms around my
son's extended huge muscular arms. Danny pulled his cock out
slowly. He pulled an agonising inch after another. He pulled
slowly, frustrating me, making me sob with desire.

I could not hold back
anymore, "Danny, please fuck me. Please stop teasing me. Fuck you
mother, Danny pleese..AAAHHHHHH."

My 'whisper-plea' soon
turned into a scream as my little boy slammed his mammoth cock in
one long savage thrust burying himself inside his mother's cunt to
the hilt.

Danny fucked me furiously
fast. His groin slapped my groin with a loud 'thwack'. He fucked as
if demented. I came on his tenth brutal lunge and never stopped
coming until he finished with me. It was a cathartic fuck. Danny
wanted to ensure himself that last night was not a dream. He wanted
to know and reassure himself that he 'owned' his mother both as his
loving mother and the lover she had become. I wanted him to feel
that with every cell of my being.

"Fuck me Danny. Fuck you
mother. I love you so much son. Please make me cum," I wailed lie a
mad woman caught up in my younger son's psyche.

"Fuck mom, I love you so
much. I never want you to stop loving me. Mom, I have wanted you so
bad for so long," Danny grunted as he tried to slam his cock as
painfully as he could inside me. I understood my son,
completely.

"Danny sweetie, I am all
yours for as long as you want. Fuck you mom real hard. Make you mom
cry with pain, Danny. Make me cry with pain with your monster
cock," I clutched his muscular arms and steadied my
self.

What followed had been
etched into the memory of my whole being. The mere thought of that
morning would forever make me wet.

Danny fucked me with brutal
lunges. I screamed as his loving massive tool became punishing. I
winced as his monster slammed against my cervix distorting it,
pushing it, stretching my cunt to inhuman dimension.

I came shrieking as if
someone was cutting my throat; so intense was moment my son and I
shared. I came incessantly as Danny fucked me. My cunt juices
churned in to a froth seeped out. They dripped on the floor. My son
was grunting loudly trying to slam his cock even harder than he
already was.

"Mom, love you. Why did you
keep away from me for so long? I wanted you so much," Danny grunted
and hissed through his clenched teeth. I could cry right
there.

I was in pain both from my
continuous orgasm and from each bone jarring thrust from my son's
inhuman sized cock. My belly muscles were in a painful spasm. My
throat was dry and choked both with my son's and mine raw emotions
and also with the sheer intensity of my orgasms.

"I am
sorrrreeeee.....DANNNEEEEE...SOOOREEEE. I WEEL ALWAAAYS LUUUUV
YOOOOO. FUCKKKK MEEE SUUUUUN," I, as another orgasm tore through my
aching body, wailed my undying love for my son both Danny and his
brother.

Danny kept that amazing
brutal pace for, as I recall now, more than an hour. My sex juices
leaked and made a puddle on the floor. I head and felt each thrust
as my squelching cunt tried to clasp my son's marauding monster to
slow it down. I might as well have tried to catch a
tornado.

I failed and allowed myself
to be swept by it. I am grateful that I did. My young son, my
little boy, my baby fucked me savagely, fucked me painfully, fucked
me with intensity I never knew existed. Danny fucked me as much to
ask for my loyalty as he did to express his.

I accepted my son's desires
submissively. I knew he belonged to me even more now, if that was
possible. I screamed yet again and felt darkness engulfing me. I
babbled in a choked voice, "Cum inside me my son. Cum inside your
mother, my darling. Danny you have made me cum so many times. I am
so sore darling. Please fill your mother's cunt with you hot
cum."

Danny to my utter surprise
upped the impossible pace even more. His hips moved and were a
blur. I did not know anymore whether my cunt was empty or full with
my son's monstrosity. I simply came again and again. Danny suddenly
let go of the kitchen top and his arms flew around my trembling
body and held me tight. I clung to him and arms were wrapped around
his waist. Danny came inside my cunt like a broken hose. Danny's
explosive climax triggered another orgasm and my eyes closed
despite my best attempts and I slumped against the sweaty smooth
chest of my muscular young son. I felt the deluge of my son's cum
fill my cunt and then leak out and join the puddle made by my
sex-juices. I could feel his heart thumping and I am sure my son
could feel mine. I passed out for the second time in two
consecutive days. A record that would be matched and broken many
times in following years.

When I came around I was
warmly ensconced in the arms of my young son who held me tight and
kissed my face, nose, mouth repeatedly.

"I love you mom," Danny
whispered as he kissed me on my nose again, his eyes filled with
warm water.

"I love my darling," I
whispered back. I could not see my man cry.

I hastily added to divert
my son, "Danny, at this rate you and your brother would never get
any food."

Danny said mischievously,
"Mom what is more delicious than you."

For the second time that
day I used mother's subterfuge shamelessly, "Do you mean Daniel
Livingston, that you find something more delicious than your
mother's cooking."

Danny looked exasperated
good-naturedly and shook his head helplessly, as if 'why
argue'.

Danny kissed me on my nose
and mouth.

"Sweetheart go get ready. I
shall finish and get this brunch ready."

I winced as Danny's half
hard cock slipped out of my very sore cunt. My son's cock was
followed with a stream of his cum mixed with my sex juices that
trickled like last bit of urine stream.

More trickled out and along
my thighs as Danny helped me to get off the kitchen top. 'I shall
have to ration myself to boys otherwise they will kill me with too
much of ecstacy', I mused stupidly knowing fully well I wanted them
whenever they wanted me.

I finished the meal with
trembling hands and jelly knees, but happy - very, very
happy.