She felt his hand slide down the back of her skirt, then up under it. His hand on the back of her thighs sent a ripple of heat through her, and she could not resist a wiggle of her ass. When his palm cupped her pantied ass, she hoped he would slide his fingers between her thighs, but instead he squeezed her ass tightly, arching her hips high into the air.
Robbie came.
A moan bubbled from his mouth as come juice spurted high into the air, splashing back down onto his stomach, coating his mother’s pumping hand and lower arm. Karen whimpered and pulled hard-on his cock, watching beads of creamy come juice drip over her fingers.
As his cock softened, she pulled her hand from it, and started to lean down to kiss him, when he pulled his hand from her ass and skirt. She stepped back, looking at him, wiping her hand on her skirt. Robbie picked up his jeans and slipped into them, avoiding her face as if he were ashamed. She stood in his room and watched him leave.
Karen felt no guilt about what she had done with her son. She felt good about it, and wanted Robbie to feel good about it, too. But the way he had avoided looking at her, she had no idea what he felt.
She spent the rest of the afternoon thinking, wondering, hoping. She had put his shorts in the laundry hamper and bathed and changed her own clothing. She now wore shorts, tight and revealing, with a white T-shirt, her tits naked under it. The dark circles of her nipples showed, the hard tips pressing at the stretching fabric. Her cunt was outlined by the tight crotch, and the bottom swells of her shapely ass showed.
She felt no disappointment this time when Hal, her husband, called to let her know he would not be home until very late. When he had to work late, she usually hated it, but not now. Karen was anxiously thinking of fucking her son, if he was agreeable. If he was not ashamed of what she had done for him. If he was not afraid of her.
Judy came home, sweaty from playing with her friend.
Karen hugged her exquisitely pretty daughter, then slapped her tight little ass affectionately telling her she had to take a bath before dinner. Judy skipped off happily, already puffing her shirt off. Karen noticed the tiny roundness of her daughter’s burgeoning tits, hardly more than two pink nipples.
Her son came home just as she finished cooking, and went immediately to the shower. Setting the table, Karen visualized her son under the spray, soaping his cock and balls, and felt her cunt responding.
There was little talk as they ate, with Judy chattering away about her day, Karen listening with one ear, sneaking peeks at her son. She was pleased to notice he was glancing at her straining tits often, but when she looked at him, he quickly turned away.
Karen could hardly wait for bedtime. If not for her daughter, Karen would have initiated her son then and there, on the floor, the couch, a chair. Fuck him she would have, not wanting to wait another second.
CHAPTER TWO
As she waited for her daughter to go to bed, Karen lay on the couch on her stomach. She positioned herself this way so her son could see the swell of her ass and her long thighs.
In the middle of the floor, Judy was sprawled on her stomach, reading a book, her feet lifted into the air, waving slowly, now and then parting and coming together again. She had her baby doll gown on, and the bottom was hiked over the pink tightness of her panties. A day earlier, Karen would have mentioned her daughter’s high gown, but not now.
Robbie was sitting in the lounge chair, the foot rest up, pretending to read his father’s newspaper, but Karen was not fooled. Robbie had no interest in the newspaper. He was using it as a cover-up to peek at his sister’s bunching little ass and satiny thighs.
Robbie did not look only at his sister, but sneaked looks at his mother’s curvy ass, too. His cock was throbbing inside his pants, but he kept it hidden with the paper. What his mother didn’t know was he had not been ashamed of her jacking him off. He wanted her to do it again, finding it much more fun than doing it for himself. He was trying to think of some way to have his mother do it again for him, but every idea he came up with was farfetched.
After a while, Judy sat up and rubbed at her eyes, sleepily.
“I gotta go to bed,” she announced, standing up and stretching her exquisite body, her sweet tight ass pushing out. She kissed her mother’s cheek, gave her brother a little wave with her hand, and went off to bed.
For a little longer, Karen remained on the couch, and when she saw her son looking directly at her, she opened her legs, closed them, opened them again, leaving them parted this time. Robbie gazed between them, seeing the tightness of her shorts over her cunt, a few hairs straying from the band, the way they molded her shapely ass. His cock felt like it was about to push from his pants.
Karen lifted her ass, then pushed it down, lifted it again, and started squirming her cunt at the cushions, her ass flexing. As she wiggled and twisted, she looked into her son’s eyes, seeing the desire hot in them. The paper fell from his hands, and she saw his cock bulging.
“Mom…” he said thickly.
“Yes, Robbie?” she purred, twisting her ass with obvious meaning. “What is it, baby?”
“Ahhh, Mom…”
Karen twisted and sat up, swinging her long legs over the couch, looking at him. She slowly parted her knees and stroked her hands up the satiny insides of her thighs, licking her lips suggestively. Robbie gasped when she pulled her hands into the crotch of her tight shorts, her fingers spreading over the cloth. She sat up straight, pushing her tits against the T-shirt, her nipples straining.
Karen slowly stood up, running her hands up and down her sides, over her hips, then her ass, back to her stomach again! Her eyes blazed at the bulge in her son’s pants, and she moved her hands up to cup her tits, squeezing them. She pushed her hands downward and slipped them under her tight T-shirt.
Robbie made gasping sounds as he watched. Karen pushed her hands upward, the T-shirt climbing. She covered her tits with her palms as she gazed hungrily at his concealed hard-on. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the T-shirt above her tits, showing them to her son. Her tits were rounded, firm, spaced widely, light brown nipples jutting upward stiffly.
With a quick motion, Karen pulled the T-shirt over her head, standing before her son naked from the waist up. Robbie sucked in his breath, his eyes wide open. His hand pressed against his cock, moaning softly as he looked at his mother.
Karen tugged at the zipper in the back of her shorts, bringing it down, then slowly pushed her shorts down, wiggling her ass because they were so tight. She was not wearing panties, and when the thick patch of curly pussy hair became exposed, Robbie moaned loudly, smashing his palm hard-on his cock, his balls on fire.
“Don’t do it, Robbie,” Karen whispered. “Not in your pants.”
Naked, she moved toward him, her hips swaying. Robbie was mesmerized by his naked mother. His lips were parted and he breathed heavily. Karen stood at his side, and began to work on his pants. She opened his fly while he sat there trembling. She ran her hand into her son’s pants, and pulled his cock out.
“Oh, look at it!” she gasped. “It’s so hard, Robbie!”
He lay back in the lounge chair, his cock out of his pants, standing up with jerking hardness. Karen thought he looked even more desirable this way than he had on his bed with his pants at his ankles.
She stood and looked at him, spreading her feet and pushing her hips forward, her fingers framing her pussy. She spread the silky hair of her cunt, showing the wet, pink slit to her son’s hungry eyes, then she opened her cunt with her fingers, her clit pushing forward in throbbing hardness.
“Feel me, baby,” she whispered. “Feel mother up!”
Robbie couldn’t move. He stared at her open cunt, shaking but unable to move his hand toward her.
Karen picked up his hand.
“Feel me!” she hissed hotly, curling his fingers about her cunt. “Feel mother’s pussy, baby!” With her hand on top of his between her thighs, she twisted her hips, “Oooooh, can you feel how hot and wet mother’s pussy is, R
obbie?”
All he could do was make a noisy swallowing sound as he look at and felt her cunt. His balls seemed swollen inside his pants, aching with a dull throb, so full he could hardly stand it. When his mother pulled her hand off his, he rubbed at her cunt of his own volition, feeling her juices dripping into his palm. Karen, panting with excitement, gripped his cock and pumped it, making her son groan. She let out a soft squeal when she felt her son slip a finger into her cunt, and she bent her knees, half crouching.
The stabbing friction of her son’s finger sent her ass into a shivering dance, her fist pumping almost furiously on his throbbing cock.
“Oooooh!” she suddenly gasped, an instant orgasm rippling around her son’s penetrating finger. “Oooohhhh… oooooh!”
Her cunt squeezed his finger a number of times, then stopped.
“Robbie… Robbie, baby,” she moaned, swinging a leg up and over her son, climbing across his lap. “Mother wants it! Mother needs it, darling! I’ve got to have it… have it inside me… deep inside me!”
Sitting on his upper thighs, her knees around his hips, Karen grasped her son’s cock with both hands, pumping frantically. Robbie moaned, his eyes jerking from her shapely tits to her hairy crotch to her hands on his cock. With a soft yelp, placed his hands on his mother’s thighs, near her hips, and began to pull her cunt forward.
“Ahhhh, yes!” Karen cried with passion, sliding up his thighs. Gripping his cock, she fit the swollen head to the steamy lips of her cunt, the contact making her cry out with pleasure. She lowered herself slowly, holding her breath as she felt her son’s teenaged cock, spread the wet, hot slit. She felt the head slide into her cunt, and with a squeal, she pushed down, settling her boiling cunt onto his hard prick.
For a moment, she sat there unmoving, feeling his cock throb and jerk inside her cunt. Her eyes slitted with wanton excitement, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders. Robbie stared at the way his mother’s pussy hair smashed against his open jeans. He gritted his teeth as her tight, fiery cunt seemed to work on his cock. He lifted his eyes to her swollen tits, then to her face.
“Yes, baby?”
“I think I’m gonna come!” he grunted.
“No!” she gasped. “Wait! Wait for me!” Squealing softly, Karen lifted her cunt, then slammed down again, crying out her rapture. She bounced up and down, her shapely tits wobbling. She danced her naked ass in tight circles, but always jerking up and down, stabbing herself in the fiery, juicy cunt with her son’s cock.
Robbie, almost overwhelmed to have his cock inside his mother’s cunt, gripped her shaking thighs, arching his cock up to meet the almost violent thrusts of her hips. Juicy sounds came from her crotch as she rode her son’s cock with wanton ecstasy, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her head twisting and hair flying wildly about her contorting face. Her hips jerked and danced, up and down, grinding at times.
“Ahhhhh, you’re so hard in me, Robbie!” she sobbed. “God, so very hard! I want it… deep inside my pussy! Robbie, baby, fuck me! Fuck mother hard and deep! Please, darling, fuck mother! I need it so much… a hard cock in my pussy, my cunt!”
Robbie jerked his hands off her thighs, grabbing her tits in both hands, squeezing hard. Sitting upright on his cock, jerking her hips back and forth, she pressed her hands over his, smashing his palms hard into her tits, crying out as the burning ecstasy increased between her hot legs. Her clit rubbed along the hard shaft of her son’s cock, adding to her thrills.
“Squeeze mother’s titties!” she gasped. “Squeeze mother’s tits real hard! Twist my titties, baby! Pull mother’s nipples… pull them hard as you can! Ohhhh, my cunt… my pussy… Robbie! Robbie, my God… I’m about to come, baby! Come so hard!”
With a screech of mindless rapture, Karen smashed her cunt onto her son’s cock hard, grinding in a frenzy. The contractions started, making her body jerk from head to toe. She sobbed as she strained her cunt against him, her hips jerking, her head high in the air.
“Mom!” Robbie shouted, his head and shoulders jerking forward as his cock squirted, sending hot sprays of come juice far up her frenzied cunt. His face smashed into her tits, and pulling one hand away, he gulped one of his mother’s stiff nipples deep into his mouth, sucking as hard as he could, filling his mother’s convulsing cunt with spurt after spurt.
Slowly, breathing heavily, Karen slumped forward as her son leaned back, gasping hotly. She cupped his face with her hands, and crushed his lips with hers, kissing him wetly, her ass slowly moving as she felt his cock starting to slide from her cunt. She pushed the tip, of her tongue into his mouth, licking his with a light touch. As she kissed him, she purred when she felt his hands run down her back to her ass, his fingers curling about the naked cheeks for an affectionate squeeze.
Lifting up, she giggled nervously.
“I don’t know what got into me, Robbie, but…”
Her son laughed, pleased. “I got into you, Mom.”
She grinned down at him, feeling his soft cock resting on the slit of her cunt. The hairy lips worked on it. “And very well, too!” Then with a small frown, she asked, “You’re not ashamed of it, are you?”
“Not me,” he said. “Are you?”
“I could never be ashamed of something that feels so good.”
Robbie played with the hair of her cunt, looking into her face. “Mom, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I jack off thinking about you, about your tits and ass and pussy, wanting to fuck your ass so much.”
“Why, Robbie, what language to use in front of your mother,” she said, her eyes taking on a glow, her nose crinkling up cutely. “I didn’t know you used such words… or wanted to fuck me.”
“Now you know,” he grinned, puffing just hard enough on her pussy hair to make her gasp.
“I’d say I do,” she said, and leaned down to kiss him again, this time licking at his lips, from one corner to the other. She slipped off his lap. “Are you harboring any more secrets in your mind?”
“Maybe a few more,” he said. “Care to tell them to me now?” she asked, sliding her hand wantonly between her legs and feeling his come juice dripping from her cunt. “God, you really came in me! Your balls must have been loaded, honey.”
“I guess they were,” he grinned. “Do you really want to know some of the secrets I have?”
Massaging his come juice into her inner thighs with pleasure, she said, “I bet I already know one of them.”
“Maybe you do,” he said.
“I bet one of your secrets is you want your cock kissed,” she whispered softly, looking at his pussywet cock, the moisture of her cunt on his open fly. “Am I right?”
He nodded. “But I didn’t think you’d do anything like that, Mom. I mean, nice girls and mothers don’t do those things. Do they?”
Karen grinned impishly at him. “This mother might.”
Robbie’s eyes took on a hot expression. “This mother might even…” she ran her tongue over her lips slowly, “you know, suck one.”
“Mine, Mom?” he asked in a quivering voice. “Would you kiss my cock?”
Karen dropped to her knees at the side of the chair, one hand on his thigh, the other his stomach. She inhaled the exciting scent of her cunt on his cock. It was almost the same scent on the crotch of his shorts. She pressed her lips to the wet shaft, kissing his cock. She looked up at him by turning her head, rubbing her cheek on his prick.
“See, I kissed it for you.”
Turning back to his cock, she dragged the tip of her tongue along it, from the wet head to the open fly. Her tongue swirled along the wetness on his pants, then circled the head of his cock.
“Why don’t you ask me, honey?” she purred. “All you have to do is ask me, and I’ll do it.”
“Ahhh, Mom, suck it!” he groaned. “Please, Mom, suck my cock… just for a little bit!”
“Mmmmm,” Karen purred as she pulled his slippery cock into her mouth.
Her mind reeled, the taste making
her shake. She dug her fingers into his thigh and stomach, sucking his cock all the way, her lips pressing into the wetness on his pants. Her tongue twirled, licking.
“Ahhhh, Mom!” Robbie groaned, watching her, his hand resting on the back of her head. “Oooooh, that’s good, Mom! I like that!”
Karen pulled her son’s hand off her head, lowering it to her naked tit, curling his fingers around it. She felt his cock swelling in her mouth and mewled with delight. Her tongue licked and when his cock was half-hard, she bobbed her face up and down, sucking with wet hunger. Gripping his thigh, she felt her son squirming. His hand dug into her firm tit, her nipple boring into his palm. She sucked hard, whimpering with ecstasy, her lips burning and tingling. Her tongue moved constantly as her mouth darted up and down his cock. The cheeks of her ass bunched when her come-filled cunt began to throb.
Robbie’s other hand rested on top of her head, his eyes glazed as he watched his mother’s mouth sliding up and down his cock. Karen didn’t mind his hand on her head, and she had wanted him to hold her tit as she sucked him.
Robbie squeezed her tit hard, making her moan around his cock, and the hand on her head was pushing her face down. She let him push her, writhing her lips around the base of his prick. His cock did not go as deep into her mouth as his father’s did, but it was wonderful just the same. His cock was so hot, so hard, in her mouth that she wanted to gobble it for hours. Her cunt was twitching, his come juice running along her inner thighs, and she rubbed them together, her face moving up and down his cock with quicker strokes.
She felt her son pushing upward, running his cock into her mouth as she came down. With her eyes closed, she fucked her son’s cock with her mouth, shivering and trembling with ecstasy.
She twisted her lips around and around, glancing at his happy face now and then, her eyes shining encouragement at him. She made wet, sucking sounds, letting her son know how much she loved sucking an his cock.
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