She felt the swollen cockhead jerking in her throat, felt the thick creamy come juice spurting into her stomach. And she was coming with powerful waves of orgasm that seemed to squeeze her son’s finger with a tightness her cunt had never achieved before.
She swallowed the final squirt of her son’s cock cream, and then, as if understanding what she had done, became flustered and bashful. She held his cock in her mouth as it softened, too embarrassed to lift from it and have her son see her face. She felt him pull his finger out of her cunt, and had to peek.
Bobby was licking at his finger, again.
“Oh, God!” Sharon wailed, jerking her mouth off his cock, turning her face away as she blushed.
She jumped from his bed, running from his room. Her gown clung to her waist, and Bobby saw his mother’s rounded, shapely ass, gleaming nakedly as she disappeared. He heard her sobs until they were cut off by the slam of her bedroom door.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Sharon woke up the next morning, she felt drained emotionally. She lay on her bed as she remembered what she had done the night before with her son… what she had done to her son.
Never had she sucked a cock, never had she felt one inside her mouth, and never had she displayed such wanton behavior.
Kicking the sheets off, she entered the bathroom and bathed. She knew what she wanted to do, but wondered if she had the nerve. The only way to find out was to do it, she told herself. She was tired of being so bashful, so easily embarrassed. It wasn’t that everything embarrassed her, or that she was bashful about everything. Only when it came to sex. The mere mention of sex would cause her to become bashful, yet she delighted in talking about it in the most blatant, blunt terms possible. She became very excited when her son used those exciting words, and she knew that when she was highly aroused, they slipped from her, too.
Sharon wanted to be bold, courageous, wear those revealing clothes other women and young girls wore. She wanted to display her body the way they did, but so far she had not found the courage. She knew some people derived a certain erotic pleasure from exposing themselves to others, and she felt she had those same tendencies. They were very strong in her, and she could fantasize about flashing her body, but even then would blush about it.
As she dressed, she ran her tongue over her teeth. She was sure she could still taste her son’s cock in her mouth, and she decided not to brush her teeth. She was determined to try and do something about her lack of courage.
She dressed, then peeked in at her son. Bobby was sprawled on his stomach, still sound asleep. The sheet was around his waist, but she saw the rise of his young, tight ass outlined. The sight caused her cunt to twitch, and before she found herself going to him, she clutched her purse in one hand and left the house rapidly.
Her shopping cost over five hundred dollars, but she felt quite pleased about overcoming her bashfulness. She had blushed a few times over some of her purchases, but she fought the urge to run from the stores.
Home again, she spread her purchases out on her bed. Bobby was up and gone from the house, but he seldom went far and never stayed long before he let her know. She had bought herself two miniskirts and one minidress, with matching blouses. She had bought nylons and garter belt, and very high heels. She had bought a dozen new panties, some fishnet, some sheer, all trimmed with white lace. She did not buy bras. She was going to be naked beneath the blouses and sweaters from now on if it killed her. She wanted to feel her nipples rub against the fabric the way other women did, and she was not going to be embarrassed anymore.
Stripping her clothing off, she decided what to wear. She put the garter belt on over a pair of fishnet panties, then slid the sensuous nylons on her thighs, snapping them to the garter belt. She slipped her arms into a satin blouse, leaving the three upper buttons open, the creamy valley of her tits tantalizingly exposed. She slipped into the short miniskirt, a wet-look garment. The hem barely covered her ass, but she wasn’t going out in public, not yet. The skirt was as short as the one they had seen in the mall, on the girl who leaned over and showed her ass.
Studying her reflection, Sharon felt so wanton, she could hardly believe it.
She was in the living room when her son came home.
His grin spread when he saw her.
And Sharon blushed.
“You look fantastic, Mom!” he said enthusiastically. “You look really great!”
Pleased, but hating the heat on her face, Sharon stood up for her son to see her. She turned slowly, bashfully hands clasped behind her like a shy little girl being shown off by proud parents. Sharon had a slender, rounded body perfect for the style. Her long legs, so slim and shapely, were displayed to perfection, and her tits strained at the satiny blouse, her nipples in danger of being revealed. Her eyes sought the front of her son’s pants when she faced him again.
Her reward was the swelling of his cock bulge.
Moving about the house, she felt her son watching her, his eyes on her the way he stared at other women and girls. She felt elated, pleased that he showed this same appreciation for her as he had others. She wondered if other boys and men would look at her in that same hot, hungry manner. She found herself twitching her hips erotically, not even thinking about it. She went out of her way to find things to do about the house, glancing at her son often, finding his eyes on her constantly, a big grin on his young face. She did blush often, something she couldn’t stop, but she didn’t mind so much as before.
She squatted, facing her son, but with her knees together, dusting the coffee table for the second time. Peeking at her son sitting on the couch, she saw him looking at her knees. His cock was poking out of his open fly, but she didn’t remember seeing him unzip his pants. She stared at the cockhead, the smooth cockhead she had taken into her mouth the night before, sucking it, tasting it.
Sharon opened her knees.
Bobby’s cock rose up from his open pants, fully exposed in sweet hardness. His eyes gazed between her parted knees, seeing the creamy flesh of her thighs above her nylons, and the fishnet panties that failed to hide her bushy cunt at all.
“Beautiful, Mom!” Bobby grunted, his hands at his sides, his cock sticking up so very hard and jerking slightly. “I can see your cunt real good.”
She held her squatting, knee-open position a while longer, then stood up. She grinned at her son, a bashful grin.
She turned and, pretending to see a bit of string on the carpet, leaned over in the same way the girl in the shopping mall had. She heard her son gasp, knowing what he was seeing.
Bobby stared at the backs of his mothers thighs, her creamy flesh looking erotic at the top of her nylons. He saw the cheeks of his mother’s ass through the wide spaces of the fishnet panties, even the crack of her ass. Although she was blushing, Sharon gave a wiggle with her ass before she stood up. She looked over her shoulder at her son, her eyes glowing, her face pink.
“How was that, Bobby?” she asked, her voice quivering.
“I saw your fucking ass, Mom!” he grunted, grabbing for his cock.
Sharon’s cunt pulsated with heat. “Was it…”
“It was my ass.”
Show me again. Let me see your ass again, Mom!”
Sharon leaned over once more, the back of her short miniskirt hiking up over the fishnet panties once more. She felt her son’s eyes burning on her ass, and she shivered, causing her ass to wiggle tantalizingly. She held, her obscene pose, and Bobby stared at the crack of her ass, seeing the thick hair of her cunt just below. He pumped up and down on his cock a few times, then stood up.
“Don’t move, Mom,” he said in a low sound. “Don’t move yet.”
Sharon had her palms on the floor, bent over with her ass sticking in the air. She felt her son behind her, and she peeked between her legs. Bobby stood close, and then his hands were touching her.
“Bobby, this isn’t part of the…” she moaned. “I was only trying to… be like the other girls. You’re not supposed to touch me.”
But she didn’t move.
Bobby ran his hands over the fishnet panties, feeling his mother’s ass, down to the satiny smoothness of her flesh and then her nylons. She arched her ass into the air, feeling wicked, and very erotic. She felt the head of his cock brush the back of one thigh, leaving a scalding wetness on her skin.
Despite feeling bashful, Sharon couldn’t resist.
“Jack off, Bobby!” she whimpered. “Jack off on me!”
Bobby made a gulping sound and gripped his cock, pounding his fist back and forth, rubbing the dripping piss hole about the back of his mother’s creamy thighs. Then he was trying to pull her panties aside, his finger hooked and stretching them.
“No, Bobby!” she cried out. “You can’t!”
“Mom, I wanna fuck you!” he insisted. “I gotta fuck you, Mom!”
“No!”
But Sharon didn’t move. That is, she didn’t straighten up; her ass moved, twisting around. Bobby looked down at the white cheeks of his mother’s ass, seeing the thick hair on her pooching cunt. He brought the head of his cock forward, and Sharon cried out as she felt it rub the slit of her fiery, wet cunt.
“Not there!” she cried. “No, Bobby, don’t fuck me! I’ll suck you off! I’ll suck your cock, honey, but you can’t fuck me… please, Bobby, don’t put your cock in my cunt!”
“I gotta, Mom!” he groaned desperately.
With sobbing heat, the words tumbled from Sharon. Dressing in this revealing way had made her hot, and flashing her son had increased that heat.
“You can’t fuck me! Don’t put your cock in my pussy, Bobby! No, baby… I’m your mother and you can’t fuck mother in the cunt! I’ll suck your cock, and give you a blowjob! I’ll give you two blow jobs… but you can’t fuck me in my cunt!”
And still she remained bent over, her ass up, panties to one side, and Bobby rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down the slippery wetness of her cunt slit, smashing it onto her throbbing clit, then up again, and back down. He pushed forward, and Sharon felt her son’s cock part the lips of her cunt. She groaned, shivering as she felt the head of his cock starting to penetrate deeper and deeper.
“No!” she cried out, jerking her ass from him. “You can’t fuck me in my cunt!”
Bobby’s cock jerked upright, and Sharon gasped when she felt it move into the crack of her ass. Her asshole clenched as the cockhead seemed to push against it.
“Mom, I gotta fuck you!” Bobby groaned, grabbing his mother’s hips as she tried to pull forward. “I just gotta get my cock in your cunt!”
Mindlessly, Sharon hissed. “Take your pants down!”
She was leaning over so far, braced with her hands flat on the floor, her legs straight and slightly parted, she could see him. Bobby opened his belt and shoved his pants down quickly to his knees. She stared at his tight balls, his jerking cock. If he had rammed his prick into her cunt then and there, Sharon would not have stopped him.
But the head of his cock was against her asshole.
“Fuck me there!” she cried out in a thick voice. “Don’t fuck mother in the cunt… fuck me in the ass!”
Why she said that, even Sharon didn’t know. Like sucking her son’s cock, she had never been fucked up the ass before. All she knew was she couldn’t let her son fuck her in the cunt. Why she still refused after sucking him off, she really didn’t know. The only thing she could think about was it seemed so horribly wrong to have her son’s cock inside her cunt, fucking her, squirting his come juice into her pussy. Anyplace else didn’t seem so wicked, so horrible.
“Please, darling, don’t fuck me!” she sobbed, wiggling her ass. “Not in mother’s cunt! Fuck me up the ass if you have to fuck me, but don’t put your cock in mother’s cunt!”
Bobby pulled his prick back, cupping his mother’s cunt. He pulled the crotch of her fishnet panties far to one side, feeling the wet heat of her cunt on his palm. He rubbed a few times, then brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm, tasting the juice of his mother’s cunt. Sharon couldn’t see what he was doing; all she could see was his cock and balls between her thighs.
“You taste so good, Mom,” Bobby said, running his hand back to her cunt, rubbing and dripping his finger into it. He fucked her with his finger, and Sharon twisted her uplifted ass lewdly, mewling softly. Again he pulled his hand to his mouth, licking the wetness from his finger and palm. “You taste so good, I’m gonna kiss your hairy cunt, Mom!”
“Oh, God!” Sharon sobbed. “You can do that, Bobby. But you can’t fuck my cunt!”
Bobby dropped down behind his mother’s exposed ass. Clutching the crotch of her fishnet panties, holding them far to the side, he buried his face into her cunt, his lips wide open, his tongue darting about the hairy cuntlips. Sharon wailed with sensation, her eyes glazed as she peered between her legs at his cock and balls. Balancing on one hand, she shoved her right one between her legs and grasped her son’s cock, pumping it. She waggled her ass into his face when Bobby thrust his tongue up her pussy.
“Oooo, baby, baby!” she moaned. “Do that, Bobby! Oh, God, do that to me with your tongue! Kiss mother’s cunt, Bobby! Ahhbhh, that feels wonderful, baby! Suck on mother’s pussy, use your tongue in my wet cunt!”
Bobby shoved his face hard into his mother’s cunt, sucking and licking in a frenzy, tasting the bubbling pussy juices, inhaling the exciting scent of her cunt and ass, his nose pressing at the tight crinkle of her asshole. He licked his tongue from her clit, dipping it into her cunt, then impulsively lapped a few times at her asshole. Sharon cried out with the strange pleasures his tongue created on her asshole. She gripped his cock very tightly, pulling on it, watching his balls lift tightly. Her legs were shaking, held up with her knees locked.
Bobby made excitingly wet sounds with his tongue as he licked at her hairlined cunt, swirling it about her clit and plunging into fiery wetness, time and again. He pressed his young face as tight as he could into his mother’s juicy pussy, drawing the creaminess out of her clit and into his mouth. Sharon sobbed and cried, the blood rushing to her head as she remained bent over, clutching his throbbing cock desperately with a tight fist. Her cunt was burning, the wet, hairy pussylips sucking on his tongue every time it fucked into her. Her asshole fuckered and clenched. She was swiftly approaching orgasm.
“Suck me, suck me, suck me!” she wailed. “Oooo, baby, suck mother’s cunt! Shove your tongue deep, Bobby! Shove it as deep as you can! Ohhhh, you’ll make me come, Bobby! You’re going to make mother come! Eat my cunt, suck my pussy, tonguefuck mother’s hot, wet, hairy pussy!”
She was about to go out of her mind with ecstasy. She tossed her uplifted ass in tight circles, then smashed back into her son’s face.
Wrapping his arms about her thighs, Bobby was holding her, hugging her, his face smashed into her bubbling cunt, his tongue darting and licking, his throat swallowing frantically because the cunt juices, kept flowing into his mouth. Sharon’s ass danced and weaved, bobbed and thrust. She gripped his cock tightly, her eyes squeezed shut with the rapture. Her tits felt tight, not hanging, but with her nipples poking hard against the satiny blouse. One nipple showed now, and without looking, Bobby clasped that tit, digging his finger into it. He held her about the thighs tightly with his other arm, sucking wetly and hungrily at her juicy cunt.
“I’m going to come!” Sharon screamed. “Your tongue… your, lips, your mouth! Ohhh, Bobby, I’m going to come! Suck me hard and fast! Fuck me in the cunt with your tongue! Ooooo, deep, baby, deep! My pussy… mother’s cunt is about to explode!”
The screech boiled from her throat as she came.
Bobby had his tongue as deep as it would go into her fiery cunt, and the orgasm sent the hairy pussylips into spasms that sucked it deeper, or so it seemed. Sharon’s cunt clutched her son’s tongue, squeezing it, but Bobby managed to pull it out. He pressed his mouth over her knotted, convulsing clit, sucking wildly at it, his tongue flicking the tip. Sharon screamed time and again with the mast powe
rful orgasm she had ever experienced.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bobby pressed his mouth hard against his mother’s cunt, sucking as she kept coming, one after the other.
Sharon thought she was going out of her mind with ecstasy. She had never felt so much agonized rapture before, never had so many orgasms at one time. She twisted her ass, slamming her cunt back into her son’s face. She had lost his cock and was now holding herself balanced again with both hands on the floor. Her knees were bending weakly, but she managed to remain with her ass in his face.
But then his mouth was gone, her cunt feeling empty.
She wailed, searching for his cock again and not finding it.
Bobby was standing up, his cock pointed out in hardness. He was staring down at his mother’s ass. He pressed the head of his cock to her cunt, and Sharon felt it. She almost slammed her cunt back onto his cock. She moved her ass just enough to feel that rounded prickhead penetrate her pussy, and then with a series of protests, pulled her pussy away.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Mom!” Bobby insisted. “I gotta get my cock in your fucking cunt!”
“No, Bobby!” she screamed. “You can’t fuck me in the cunt!”
“Then I’m gonna fuck you in the ass, Mom!” Her vision cleared and she saw his balls. She shoved her hand upward, pressing her son’s cock away from her cunt and toward her asshole. She fell it against the sensitive ass fucker.
“There!” she urged hotly. “If you have to fuck me, fuck me in the ass! My asshole is hot, too, just as hot as my cunt! Fuck mother in the asshole, baby!”
Feeling the swollen head of his cock against her asshole, Sharon pressed back. The tight ring of her asshole was giving way, and she started feeling the slicing, cutting pain. She howled as her son pushed harder. Tears came to her eyes, and she was afraid this was going to hurt her badly. Yet she couldn’t let him fuck her cunt, just couldn’t.
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