JOHNNY

Johnny was a very fine looking boy. He was the spitting image of his father, or at least that's what they all said. He looked like his father, and talked like him. He also had his father's voice, telephone voice and whisper. Sometimes his own mother couldn't tell the difference, especially if he was whispering- they were totally indistinguishable at that!

He was pretty much of a man for his age. He was just a teen, but looked about 27 or more. He had hair on his chest, had been shaving for years, and he walked, talked, and treated women like a full-grown man.

As aforementioned, he was the spitting image of his father... well, except a few details. The most obvious one (but, alas, only to him!) was the size of his cock. Only one word was appropriate for its description: MASSIVE. His father's was just moderately sized, 7 inches long, while his was more than 11 inches long, and as thick as his arm. He couldn't grab it with one hand. The head of the cock was even thicker. The whole thing was like a gigantic mushroom or something.

He knew all about his dad's measurements because... well, that leads to a SIMILARITY between the two men: They desired the same woman! Yes, poor Johnny was infatuated with the one woman most sacredly forbidden to him: his own mother.

Well, she was stunningly beautiful, and had an age difference of only 14 years with her son. Her name was Angela, and she was a beautiful, extremely juicy, super-sexy, fully-blossomed 31-year-old woman, with blond hair, rich chest, incredible, round but firm buttocks, and long, straight legs, that made most actresses and supermodels look like dust-laiden hillbillies. Johnny's father, Ralph, was her first and only one, at least to Johnny's knowledge. Johnny had started to see her with a man's eyes, rather than a son's eyes, when he was about 12 years old. He had bought a porn magazine, and went to the toilet to masturbate when his parents left the house for work. When he opened the zine, he was stunned: There was a woman getting some big, bad cock in her pussy, ass, mouth, you name it... well, she was just like Angela! It wasn't her, but it was just like her, that's for sure!

Johnny started to want to see her as often as possible. He would spy on her as much as he could, just to take a glimpse on her shockingly beautiful body. He had also spied on the lovemaking of his parents (that's where he got his father's penis measurements).

He had secretly wanted her for 5 years. In time, he met girls, and hoped to forget her, but it didn't happen. He had sex with the girls, and they almost fainted each time he entered them with his gigantic, massive thing. They had many, multiple and exhausting orgasms, and he sure as heck loved the whole sex thing, but deep inside he knew he would feel sexually fulfilled only when he made Angela his own.

Ralph, Johnny's father was a housekeeper by profession. Actually, he kept houses of rich people, or hotels, clean and tidy, by living in them when the owners were away. He got paid some very generous amounts of money that way. In the deal, the owners of the house actually paid his own rent too, so that he wouldn't lose his own house! This year, they would move to a house in the midwest. It was a two-storey building, old and sturdy, almost like a castle (without the fortresses and Castle walls of course!). The house had it's own stables, pool, tennis court etc. It belonged to a rich man who only used it during the summer.

The family arrived on Saturday afternoon. A man was there to show them around and help them settle in, then he left. They were alone, with lots of provisions. In the evening, they all had a nice dinner, and went to bed. Johnny had his room, and his parents had theirs. Johnny tried to sleep, but a few noises from his parents bedroom kept him awake. He heard a few scratches and rattles, a sure sign that his parents were engaged in some serious lovemaking. He imagined how it would be for him to be in Ralph's place. With that thought he masturbated. A bit later, the noises were over. He heard his parents room's door open and close. He heard the steps of his mother going to the bathroom. His father stayed in his room. He probably slept, as usual after the sexual encounters with his wife..

An instant urge to spy on her just took over him. He got on his feet, and opened the door with utmost attention not to be heard. He slowly, carefully and silently walked the corridor, and reached the bathroom. He rested his right hand on the wall, and carefully looked inside.

The bathroom was dimly lit, but he could easily see all the beautiful features of Angela. He could see her beautiful back, ass and legs, and from the mirror he could see her face, neck, tits and belly. He could only see a few pubic hairs, but sorry, no bush.

Johnny kept looking at his mother. He felt his cock rising sky-high. He so much wished he could just go in there and fuck the living shit out of her, make her faint after the trillion orgasms he would give her. It was this thought that made his cock even more gigantic that usual. He started trembling. His hands started trembling as well. He felt he had to get a better grip of the wall. He did. His little finger accidentally touched the bathroom lights switch, and turned it off.

Darkness. Silence. Total, solid fear.

"Who is it?", whispered Angela.

"Holy Cow!" thought Johnny, as he had actually given himself away. He did not know what to think. If Angela understood who it was, it was the end for Johnny. However if she didn't...

He was just like his father, and in the darkness, it wouldn't be easy to tell the difference. And if he whispered, he could just maybe fool her. Well, one way or another, he couldn't just stay there, because his last days on earth approached!

"Shhh ... We'll wake up Johnny!" Johnny whispered to his mother. His heart pounded like 120 volcano eruptions a minute.

"Oh Ralph, you little... come here to momma" whispered Angela to Johnny, not having understood a thing. Johnny's heart lost a few, but after that response he realized he could actually fulfill his dream... maybe he could fuck her, if he was careful.

"Just stay as you were, honey" whispered Johnny. He heard some motion from the bathroom. He approached slowly, careful not to hit anything and give himself away to the real Ralph, his father, because THAT would definitely be his end! His hands touched some soft and hot skin. It was Angela's back. She was just as he said, with her back towards him. Perfect! It would be even more difficult for her to understand the difference now.

He started fondling her back with his right hand, ever so gently, so that she wouldn't understand anything. She started purring like a cat.

His hand started to get lower and lower. He felt her middle and the beginning of her ass. It was so beautiful and silky... The skin was so hot and smooth, Her ass cheeks were so round and great.

His other hand started caressing her arms and neck, then slowly slid towards her chest, He felt the bulging of her tits, so round and beautiful. He touched her nipples, so poignant and hard.

Her breathing was getting heavy. He was caressing his own mother, and she thought he was his father! His heart pounded like crazy, and his cock was absolutely torturing him for a release.

His right hand started fondling her ass cheeks, while his left took care of her tits. He kissed her in the back of her neck and ear. She moaned, and he felt her getting hair-raisers.

His right hand started probing in the gap between the ass cheeks. Soon he felt the little hole of her anus. He started playing with it. She started breathing even more heavily.

He removed his hand from her asshole, licked the fingers, and put it back in her ass. He played with her little asshole, and started inserting the tip of his index finger in her anus. She half-whispered, half-screamed with surprise, and simultaneously started panting.

After he slid the tip of his finger, he started finger-fucking her with the tip. Slowly, gently, but with control. She started to pant even more heavily. He slid his index finger out of her asshole, and grabbed her ass. Gently, he drew it closer to him, outward, while he drew her tits closer to the sink. She was positioned with legs spread, ass poignant back and torso parallel to the ground.

He put his right hand back in place, just outside her anus, but this time he probed a little further in. He touched the beginning of her cuntlips, just beside her anus. His heart was about to explode to many, tiny, oversexed pieces. He was to actually touch and fingerfuck her cunt! Boy, oh boy, he thought... He probed his hand a little further. He had a good grip on her cunt now. He could feel the cuntlips, moist, hot, swollen, ready for everything. He could hear her panting, asking for a great fuck...

He touched her clitoris, and started rubbing her. She started moaning. He started rubbing it seriously. Soon she was panting with his rhythm, also trembling with lust.

He slid his middle finger a bit back, tilting his hand slightly so he could probe her clit with his index finger. He felt the crack of her cunt. He inserted his middle finger inside, slowly, inch by inch. Soon it was all inside. She lost a breath, and started breathing even more heavily.

Soon his index finger and ring finger followed. He inserted all three fingers slowly, listening to the "glitssssss" sounds they made because of the friction with her cunt. She started moaning heavily.

"Oh Gawwwwwd...yesssssssss, ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me, yessssssss, ohhhhhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhhh..."

His left hand abandoned her tits and went straight down to her belly. He sensed her trembling, as he touched her pubic hair., then the beginning of her crack on the mound of Venus. Alas, he couldn't play her clit with his left hand, her position didn't allow it. Well, what the heck, lets fuck her! he thought, and directed his left hand toward his pants.

He unzipped his pants and let the beast out. He put some saliva on his left hand, applied it on the cockhead , and put it between the asscheeks, right on the gap. She lost a breath with surprise.

Slowly, he slid it inward. In a very short period, that to him seemed like a century, he found the moist area of her cunt. He could feel the moisture and the heat burning the tip of his cockhead.

He positioned his hand under her legs, between his cock and her cunt. He could feel his cock pressing against her swollen , moist and hot cuntlips. His middle finger touched her clit, right beside his cockhead. With a slow motion. he began sliding the monster inside.

He heard all the incredible, watery sounds of the cuntlips spreading little by little for the colossal cock to enter. He could feel her hot, wet flesh pressing against his cockhead, sliding along it, gripping it with a kind of slow, liquid but hot and velvet grip. Soon, he had his cockhead in her cunt.

All this time she half-panted, half-whispered, half-screamed, half-fainted. It was the biggest cock she had ever experienced. How on earth did Ralph get THIS big? It was about double the size she knew!

"Aw Ralph...yesssssssssssssss... awwwwwwwww... its soooo huuuuuge... you're ripping me apart... Ohhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhhhh. my gawwwwwwwwwwwd.... yesssssss... fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me yesssssssss ahhhhhhhhhh..."

She had his cockhead in her cunt. He felt the area with his right hand, just to feel how it all was. Well, her cuntlips were stretched to their limit. They formed a perfect circle, outlining his head perfectly. Her clit was swollen, as well as her cuntlips. The head of his cock was totally inside... he could touch only the main part of his cock. The head started exactly under her cuntlips.

"My god, my cockhead is in her cunt now...my mother's very cunt!!!" he thought, and even his very thoughts trembled with lust.

He slid his cockhead out, and slowly back in. He felt it with his fingers, how it stretched her cuntlips even more. He started playing with her clit, while dipping only his cockhead inside her hot, steamy cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh...yessssssss... ahhhhhhhhhhhh" she whisper-screamed, all the time taking care not to wake up the boy. If she only knew that the boy she was afraid to wake up was screwing her with might, and her real husband was sleeping the sleep of the righteous...

"Ohhhhh fuck me...ahhhhh" she whisper-cried to him.

He started sliding the whole thing inside, inch by inch.

She lost many a breath. It was super huge! It filled her up completely, and when she thought it couldn't go any further, it just did. And his body didn't even touch hers yet. It stretched the muscles in her cunt in a complete, total fashion. It was the most unique feeling of absolute cunt fulfillment she had ever experienced. She couldn't understand how Ralph got this amazing supercock. All these years she knew him inside out, or at least so she thought but this... this was MASSIVE!

He felt her cunt muscles straining not to get ripped apart by his massive tool. He slid inside her, inch by inch by inch. He felt the tip of his cock touch her cunt bottom. She lost breaths.

He withdrew his thing so that only the head was in. He slid it back in, also slowly. When he touched the barrier, he pushed even more inside. Again, she lost many a breath She couldn't talk, only whisper a few vowels between her gasps for breath. Boy, he sure gave her the fuck of their lifetimes!

Soon, he couldn't go in any further. He repeated the slow penetration ritual, until he was as inside as possible. Then he started pounding her.

She almost fainted. It's sooooooo huge, I'll die right here, she thought. Well she didn't. She came about a billion times, though!

He was pounding her with total passion and abandon. Every now and then, he felt her cunt tremble and tighten up a bit, the again more loose, the tight again... she was climaxing all the time.

"Oh yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyessssss ahhhhhhhhhhh"

She was approaching a very big climax.

He couldn't keep himself any longer. He pounded her with all his might. His cock was ripping her apart. His body pounded her ass, and by now all his cock, balls to tip of cock head was ramming her cunt. He felt his head swell, ready for the cumming of a lifetime.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhfuckfuckfuck...come inside me you motherfucker...YESSSSSSSSSSSSS..I cumcumcum...ahhhhhhhhhhh" She almost screamed outloud, well almost!

They both came with the greatest passion they had ever felt. He filled her cunt with gulp after gulp after gulp of hot sperm. He felt her tremble like an earthquake, so deep, violent and truthful.

She felt his already massive thing swell, become even more massive. She couldn't help it...she climaxed with the most intense climax she had ever, ever had. She almost died of lust feeling the swollen gigantic superprick ramming her, throwing all that gallon of sperm in her hot cunt. Oh shit.. she wasn't on the pill...

She quite about fainted.

He had fulfilled his fantasy.

He withdrew his cock out of her cunt. He started playing the head with her anus. She didn't move at all. She was probably unconscious, as all the girls he ever fucked.

Soon his prick was erect again. Her ass muscles were completely loose, as she was knocked out. He started pushing his cockhead inside her anus, slowly and carefully. She almost woke up, but she only mumbled a bit.

"I will fuck my mom's ass, and she won't know it until I'm done!!" he thought, and the thought of him ass-fucking his parent gave his prick an extra inch in width.

He continued, until all his prick was inside her.

She started waking up, and felt lots of pain from her anus. My God, he fucked her from the ass!

"Noo...please not there...I don't want that...God it hurts sooo much...it' so huge...oh God..." She whispered with pain and, yes, growing lust. She started actually liking the incredibly big cock ramming her ass.

Soon he was ramming her tight ass like a second cunt.

"Oh yess fuck me Ralph yes ah God oh yeaaaaaaah...fuck me fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckme!!!"

Very soon, she felt the superprick swell again and start squirting in her, as she approached her first and greatest anal orgasm in her life. That's all she ever remembered. She fainted afterwards.

It was the most painful, intense orgasm of his life. He struggled not to faint himself. When he got hold of his senses, he withdrew his cock from her ass, put it back in his trousers and lifted his mother on his arms. He took her to her and her husbands room, slowly opened the door and walked inside. His dad was sleeping like and ox. Great.

He took her to her side of the bed, lie her down, and cover her. Oh shit... he hadn't wiped the cum of her...what the heck...just leave it there. It doesn't matter any more right? Or does it?...

Anyway, he kissed her in the lips, and slowly left the room, closed the door behind him, went to his room, and slept the most incredible sleep of his life. Well, who knows what happens tomorrow? If he only knew...

Each one of Johnny's family members had a different awakening process.

Johnny was the happiest man on earth. His 5-year-long fantasy was at long last fulfilled, in a way he would have never imagined in his life! Angela was his, and with a vengeance, if you catch my drift... He just remained under the blankets, waiting for everybody else to get up. The only thing he could do was to masturbate, remembering the great double fuck he had the night before.

Angela woke up in a very strange mood. She felt very mixed emotions. She felt sexually fulfilled - she had the best sex in her life! She also felt sharp pain strokes from her rectum, which she half remembered having been violated by her husband, who... by the way, had a penis-enlarging operation without her knowing it?! She also discovered she was naked, and she had some sticky stains all over her belly. She touched her pussy. It hurt like heck! She felt it all over, it felt strained, to say the least... She couldn't even touch her clit, it hurt so much...

Her husband was still fast asleep. She left the bed, and put on a robe, then headed for the bathroom to take a shower. She entered the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind her. She took a small mirror she used to put on her make-up with, sat on the toilet basin, opened her legs, put the mirror between them, and took a good look at her pussy. No wonder it hurt so much... It received quite a workout last night! It was all swollen and super-strained, her clit was like a small cock by itself, her pussy lips were swollen double their normal size, all dark red and hurting like heck! To make a long story short, she did have quite a fuck last night! The cock that fucked her was definitely BIG! With a puzzled look on her face, she left the mirror back where she had found it, let the robe fall from her, and took a nice, long, comforting shower.

Well, good ol' Ralph just woke up, feeling great. What a nice fuck he had last night! When he came, he didn't have the stamina to even go to the shower, he fell asleep right there. Of course, it was not THAT fuck that made Angela's genitals and rectum hurt, but he didn't know that, and literally speaking, blessed be the ignorant!...

The family gathered after a while, and things were as usual. Of course, Johnny took stolen but pretty detailed glimpses of his mother's facial expressions, and could decipher one certain feeling... puzzlement! She was puzzled, something did not fit in her line of thinking...

Of course Johnny knew what that was, and, from his point of view, blessed be the ones that know... he had made love to her, she came a billion times in all kinds of multiple orgasms, and had her first anal sex. The clue is that she thought it was her husband, but it was not... it was Johnny, her son, who gave her the work-out! The nice thing is that she didn't understand who it was, because Johnny and Ralph look very much alike, and speak and whisper the same way. There is, however, a very big difference between father and son, that only Johnny knew, and now Angela, his mom, had experienced: the size of the penises are totally different... Johnny's huge, while Ralph's is "normal", in other words, compared to Johnny's, it was minuscule!...

That was exactly what puzzled his mom, and Johnny knew it... and was very amused by the idea!

Johnny's line of thinking, on the other hand, was very different from Angela's. He had decided to act very cautiously from now on. Lady Luck was definitely very generous to him, but he shouldn't push his luck. If one wants to fuck like a rabbit, one must think like a fox, he thought.

He was going to keep an eye on Angela for the next few days. He would understand her routine in their new premises. He would spy on both of his parents, so that he knew how they arranged their schedules, where they went, what they did, when they slept... everything. Then, he would find a chance to do his thing with her again.

Angela made love to her husband that night, out of sheer curiosity. She felt him as always, nothing huge... well, something was definitely wrong, but she couldn't figure out what. The only male people in the house are Ralph and Johnny, and, obviously, Johnny had nothing to do with that grand fuck. Ralph couldn't have anything to do with it, because he was too small. So, who had fucked her brains out that night?

Angela decided to convince herself that nothing had really happened. It wasn't easy, because her cunt hurt inside, in places that Ralph simply couldn't reach. She did manage to put the whole matter in the back corner of her subconscious though, at least for a while... The next few days passed very, shall we say, normally. Johnny had put his plan to work, and he understood that the best time for him to do his bidding, would be in the night-time. When his parents were not locked in their room, obviously copulating, they would gather in front of the TV, and *sometimes* they watched till they fell asleep right there. Johnny himself usually had the duty of waking them up, so that they would go to their bedroom and sleep like proper human beings!...

Now, what would happen if Johnny *helped* them sleep, like, maybe, drug them a bit?... Ralph sleeps like an ox, and wouldn't hear a thing anyway. However, Johnny couldn't possibly make love to Angela without her juices flowing, because in the morning she would hurt like heck! He had to get her in a sexual-trance kind of mood, where she would feel horny, but not really have a grip on what's happening. So, in the unlikely event that she understood in the morning that she had sex during the night, she wouldn't really remember anything. So, Johnny would be clean, and he would do his thing! This meant that he would have to drug her more lightly than Ralph. Also, he would have to give her a sexual stimulant of some sort, so that he would get her juices flowing easily.

Well, that seems a plan well conceived, Johnny thought...

Johnny worked like a pro the next few days. He opened a private mail-box downtown, that his parents did not know of. He ordered a sexual stimulant in liquid form--drops from an advertisement in an X-rated magazine, and the package was to be delivered to his own mailbox, cash-on-delivery. He bought a science-fiction novel, wrapped it up, and mailed it to his own mailbox.

Finally, he pretended he couldn't sleep for a few days, so his parents took him to a doctor. The latter gave him a prescription for sleeping pills, the ones he needed to accomplish the task. Actually, they were quite heavy-duty pills. He saved them in his room.

After a week, a notice for a C.O.D. order arrived at home. His mother did not expect anything, so she was surprised to see it. She called Johnny.

-Hey, Johnny, a C.O.D. order arrived for a package. It writes your name on it.

-Oh, I had totally forgotten about it.

-What did you order?

-Oh, nothing much, just a book. A science fiction novel.

-Really? Which one?

-It is "Odyssey II" by A. Clarke. I heard there is an "Odyssey III", but I wanna have read the second before going to the third, so I ordered it. Can I borrow the car today?

-Sure, honey! I'll give you the money you need. I'll put it on the table...

Poor Angela, Johnny thought. You are actually paying for your own seduction...

Johnny drove downtown, straight to the post office. He paid for the package and took it. It was large and only had his name on it, no identification of the merchandise. Good...

He went to his mailbox. The book had arrived. He took it.

He entered his car and unwrapped the package. It was big and full of cellophane, put there to protect the small bottle. He hid the bottle in his jacket's inner pocket. Then he drove home.

His mother was very eager to see the book her good son had ordered. It was a beautiful book.

Well, Johnny had everything he needed to put his plan into action. He would seize upon the first chance he got. And so he did...

Johnny took a little time to actually grind three sleeping pills into powder, as quietly as possible, and hide the powder in a small plastic pouch. He hid it beside the bottle in a drawer, under his underwear. He then went to the living room, book in hand. He made himself comfortable in a chair, and started reading.

It was captivating indeed, a great novel from one of the masters of science fiction. Too bad he had to use such a masterpiece of sci-fi literature for coverage! He had to have his parents think he is absorbed in the reading of the book. Well, that surely was the impression he gave them, because they tried to talk to him a few times but he seemed reluctant to answer, literally lost in space.

Actually, it was not THAT hard to give them this impression. The book was indeed great, and the whole matter was really very important for him to just let things go on their own; he had conceived a good plan, and now it was the final stage. He HAD not to mess anything up now.

After reading about 130 pages straight, he couldn't read any more; at the very least he deserved a small break. He left the book on the chair, and stretched his body a bit. Angela saw him.

-Tired, honey?

-Yeah, mom. I need to get my eyes of the book for a while. Man, it is a damn good book!

-It sure is beautiful, honey. Would you like to help me a bit, to rest your eyes? You mustn't get blind on me, sweetie pie!

-O.K. mom, but just for a while, O.K.? And don't expect me to be fast, O.K.?

-Sure, baby.

So he helped his mom around the house, as lazily as possible and just a bit, as he said. At one particular instant, his mom sent him to get a few things from the master bedroom. On the way back, Johnny quietly passed by his own room, took the small bottle and the pouch, put them in a pocket, and went back. As his pants were baggy, nobody would see the small bulge in the pocket, or at least so he thought. His heart was beating rather fast for the first few minutes back with his mother, but soon he realized she hadn't noticed a thing.

After some time, Angela told him there were no more chores to be done around the house, and they could rest now. Johnny volunteered to prepare dinner - just a glass of milk, to be consumed slowly in front of the TV. She happily agreed. Soon, Ralph and Angela were in the living room, and Johnny was in the kitchen, heating the milk. His mom wore a nightgown, which was perfect for his purposes; he wouldn't have to undress her. He took three cups from the cupboard. He chose them so that there was a tiny detail visible in each one, so that he wouldn't confuse the cups -- that would surely mean disaster for his plans!

After a while, he turned the stove off and poured milk in the cups. He took the jar that contained sugar, and a spoon. He put sugar in all three cups. He took the pouch with the powder and emptied its contents in the two jars of his parents, taking care to over-drug Ralph and to slightly under-drug Angela. He took the bottle out of his pocket, and dropped 5-6 droplets in his mom's milk. That should do it, he thought.

He took a tray, put the cups on it, and carefully led himself to the living room. He gave each one his own cup, making sure that the cups were right. Then he sat down under the small lamp, sipped a small gulp of his milk, and resumed reading the book, in the same totally absorbed fashion as before. However, what he really did was to wait for his parents to start drinking, hoping they wouldn't detect anything. His heart was beating like a drum.

They were too tired to notice anything. They just sipped their milk, and didn't seem to be annoyed by its taste. Johnny was relieved, and anxious in the same time: he awaited for the drugs to take effect.

The room was dimly lit, but things were clearly visible nevertheless. There was a small lamp, which combined its dim light with the flashes of the TV. The result was a yellow-gray color all over the living room. In this light, Johnny could see the eyes of his parents quite clearly. His father was the first one to feel drowsy. He started getting little naps here and there. In no time, he was fast asleep.

Angela started feeling strange. She felt ... aroused, sexually, and she didn't know why. She also felt sleepy. As time passed, she started feeling very horny. She yearned for a cock inside her... Oh, where is that super cock that fucked her a few days ago? If she had it before her, she would surely... fall asleep with it?... Noooooo, she would fuck it like crazy!... or would she sleep after all?...

Angela felt like she was in trance. She felt horny and sleepy simultaneously. She couldn't understand why she felt this way. This was the last conscious thought she had; she soon started dreaming.

Johnny noticed his father was out for good. His mom seemed to be in a strange kind of mood: she was asleep, but still she seemed to have very vivid dreams, like she kind of was in and out of reality in the same time. He left the book on his chair and advanced forward. His father was definitely out, his mom was something between knocked out and high. He touched her hand. No response. He shook it. Nothing still. He shook her body with a mild force. She half-responded, then feigned back to her trance.

Johnny sat beside her, lie down and helped her body lie down on the couch with him. Soon, she was on the couch, face up, lying half on top of Johnny's body and half on the couch, her head beside his, her pelvis directly over his, his right hand below her shoulder and his left one free to explore her. The perfect position.

After all this involuntary movement, and her condition was unchanged. She still was in her own world. Johnny started fondling her face. No response. His hand went a bit lower. He watched her face closely, at least the left side visible to him, for any facial responses. As he still saw none, he dared to go even lower, at the beginning of her chest. He slowly unbuttoned the three buttons of the nightgown, right above her breasts, and with care slowly slid his hand inside. He started caressing her breasts. Her breath started getting heavier, but she was fast asleep. He started circling her aureoles and soon his fingers were on her nipples. They got erect immediately, a sure sign that the drops were very efficient after all.

Johnny played with her nipples and watched her face. She started getting horny, her expressions definitely were a testimony to that. She breathed heavily, and her face was in sexual anticipation. Time to move on, Johnny thought.

He moved his whole body a bit lower, and positioned himself entirely under Angela's body. All of her body was on top of him now, her mouth beside his nose and her pelvis between his genitals and his belly-button. This position freed both of his hands.

Before he did anything else, he took a look at his father... he was sound asleep. She was too, in her own way.

He slowly and carefully unbuttoned his pants. He had a very big and strong erection, and was relieved to have it unrestrained. He put his hands on her thighs, and started slowly rubbing them, each time advancing a little more towards the incredible place right between her legs, that warm, hot, tight, shallow but deepening - with his help - tunnel that once gave birth to him, and hosted his enormous prick a few days ago. Before long, his hands touched her panties. He saw a faint smile in her face, as if she expected it...

He applied a medium amount of pressure with his fingers, just enough to feel Angela's vagina over her panties. He felt moisture... boy, those drops really did the job! He slid his hand under the panties. He felt heat and moisture. She had accumulated ,without a single orgasm, more fluids than she would normally get with at least a multiple one. God bless the inventors of the drops, he thought. After this philosophical enlightenment, he started playing with her clit.

Angela started panting, and started silent-screaming as well. She truly enjoyed it, her expressions were ones of a woman ready to cum.

Johnny decided to help her out, so he inserted two fingers in her love-tunnel. He felt the heat and moisture intensify. She came.

"Ahhhh... Ohhhh... AAAAAAAArghhhhhh... Ohhhhh...Oooooooooohhhhh..."

With both of his hands inside Angela's cunt, and his eyes on her face, Johnny was very horny. He soon managed to make Angela have a very violent multiple orgasm. She almost woke up. He almost died of fear, having one hand in her cunt and one rubbing her clit... if she woke up for good, there was really no excuse for him. Well, luckily for him, she didn't.

After a while, he had made sure she was fast asleep again. He took his cockhead and put it right outside her gaping cunt hole. He started playing her cunt with it, to get his head moisturized. Then, with one slow motion he started to push it against her hot, wet hole.

He felt the moisture, the heat and the pressure of her cunt lips on his prick, as they slowly opened to allow his gigantic pole to slowly enter her. He heard the "Glisssss" sounds, felt her vagina open, and felt his prick slowly entering her body. Soon, his cockhead was inside her steamy cunt. He continued to enter her, deeper and deeper, always in slow motion. He felt each corner of her inner anatomy, and soon he felt almost all of his massive cock buried inside her hot, watery tunnel of lust. With his hand, he felt her vagina: it was straining to fit him, and it did fit him like a glove. Her cuntlips had formed the perfect circular outline of his prick, they were fully stretched, and the clit was full-swollen.

Angela's breathing was heavy again, and even in her sleep she started to moan and pant like a bitch in heat: "Ahhhh.... Ohhhhh... Yeah... Fuck me.... Baby..... yesssss...".

It was not hard for Johnny to insert his prick inside Angela's cunt, as she was very well lubricated. He felt the vaginal walls tightly engulf him, he felt the hot, liquid, velvet resistance of her love-tunnel, and it felt super! He started to play her clit while slowly getting in and almost out of her.

She was an awesome sight. Eyes closed, mouth open, heavy breathing, fully-erect nipples, and the looks of a million dollars. She also felt great, both inside and outside. What else could any man ask for? Johnny was as happy as one can be, and she didn't seem any less happy either, getting fucked by his massive cockmeat.

He had soon established a nice, slow rhythm that both enjoyed tremendously. Then terror struck.

Angela had one of many multiple orgasms, she shifted her head left and right like crazy and screamed like a bitch. When the whole thing subsided, she half-opened her eyes, and looked at him.

Johnny was terrified. He could not speak or change his inertia...what was still could only remain still, and what moved could only keep moving. So, he kept pulling and pushing his cock in and out of her cunt, while looking her in the eyes, with as unchanged an expression as he could get, considering the situation at hand.

She didn't say anything; she just looked at him with those beautiful, half-closed eyes of lust. Much to Johnny's surprise, she slowly approached his mouth with hers, and their lips touched, ever so passionately. Johnny was instantly relieved, and felt as if somebody had supercharged him; instinctively, he started fucking her steamy cunt deeper, harder and faster, and poor Angela couldn't ever open her eyes again, she could only cry out. The orgasms were coming like an avalanche. The very last orgasm she had, hit her like a hurricane. It was the same moment that Johnny filled her belly with all his cum, while bumping her insides like a madman. She screamed, he came. She panted, he came some more.

It wasn't long before she completely lost it; she passed out, belly full her son's cum.

It was an incredible experience for Johnny, but things surely got complicated this time. She knew it was him, she had to, she saw him... well, she kissed him anyway...

Johnny was confused and afraid of tomorrow, but happy as one can be, nevertheless.