“Oh baby, you know it!”
Steve dropped the towel, his cock starting to swell, lifting upwards. Mary watched her son’s cock grow hard, and she licked her lips eagerly. Steve grasped his cock with his fist and slowly pumped his prick shaft.
Mary lifted her skirt and peeled her bikini panties down, kicking them from her feet. She unbuttoned the cotton blouse and stripped it from her arms. Reaching behind, her tits standing out sharply, she unhooked her bra and let it, too, fall away. For a moment they stood and gazed hotly at each other. Steve slowly jacked on his cock, watching his mother cup and massage her tits, her nipples rigid with desire.
Finally Mary unzipped her skirt and, as it pooled to her feet, she leaned against the door and parted her knees, framing her hairy cunt with both hands, her eyes burning on her son’s cock.
“Kiss mother’s pussy, darling,” she murmured in a thick voice. “You haven’t kissed my cunt yet, sweetheart. Wouldn’t you like to shove your face between mother’s legs and kiss this hairy, wet cunt?”
Steve peered hotly at his mother’s cunt. Mary spread her thick, dark pussy hair, revealing her glistening, pink cunt lips and protruding clit. Steve moved toward her and slowly dropped to his knees. Mary pulled at her cunt lips as her son inched his face closer to them, watching him with breathless anticipation. She shivered when Steve pressed his mouth to her pussy, kissing it quickly.
“Ooooh, now lick it, darling,” she whispered urgently. “Use your tongue on mother’s cunt, sweetheart. Lick my pussy, please!”
She saw his tongue snake, out and tickle across her knotted clit. Mary shivered with delight, then arched her crotch closer to his face, her knees bent.
Steve held his mother’s hips in his hand as she shoved her hairy, wet cunt against his face. His nose was concealed by the thick curls of her pussy hair as his mouth closed against her hot cunt lips. His tongue explored, licking at her pussy and dipping into her cunt slit, Mary’s ass twisted as she squealed with pleasure.
Steve sat down, and Mary straddled his upturned face, almost squatting. She scissored her hot thighs against his young face as his tongue began to slip in and out of her slippery cunt. She brushed the hairs away from her sensitive pussy lips so she could lick and suck at her wet, hot flesh more easily. When she kneaded her cunt against his face, his lips closed on her clit and he sucked it hard, his tongue flicking the explosive tip.
“Oooh, honey, honey!” Mary wailed. “Oh, baby, that’s so good! Ahhh, tongue my cunt, darling! Lick mother’s hairy pussy! Mmmmm, stick your tongue up my cunt, Steve! I want your tongue up my cunt! Fuck my pussy with your tongue, Steve!”
Steve’s cheeks were slippery with the seeping wetness of his mother’s cunt. He shoved his tongue into her pussy as deep as he could, then began thrusting in and out. Mary whined softly with ecstasy, grinding her pussy against her son’s face, her ass cheeks clenching as he gripped them.
“Eat me, Steve! Eat me!” she groaned, her head arched back as her son tonguefucked her pussy frantically. “Ahhh, eat my hot cunt, sweetheart!”
She was squatting on his face now, and the only thing keeping Steve from falling backward was the tightness of her hot thighs around his head and his hands clutching her shaking ass. Mary’s cunt squeezed at her son’s stabbing tongue, waves of flexing orgasms shooting through her body. She squealed with delight every time his tongue jammed into her cunt. Her tits jiggled as she writhed her hairy pussy against his sucking mouth, her nipples afire. She brought her hand up and dug harshly at one springy tit, twisting her sensitive nipple almost brutally.
“I’m coming!” she screamed, unable to hold back. “Oh, you’re making me come, Steve! Harder… faster! Ooooh, fuck my cunt faster with your sweet tongue!”
Tremors of erotic ecstasy flooded her body, making her naked flesh glow. She bit her bottom lip as her orgasm steamed throughout every nerve.
Suddenly, Mary pulled her cunt away from her son’s face. Steve, no longer braced by her smooth thighs, fell to his back. His mother stood over him. He gazed up at her hairlined cunt and ass cheeks. His cock stood up straight and hard, and Mary quickly squatted above it. Grasping her son’s cock at the base, she rubbed his prick against her still inflamed pussy lips and knotted clit, whimpering in mindless passion.
Fitting Steve’s swollen cock head between the lips of her fiery cunt, she slammed her naked ass down tight, grinding as she fucked him. Her tits danced as she squatted there, using her thigh muscles to bounce up and down stabbing her cunt frantically with his hard cock. Steve could only lie there, his body shaking as his mother fucked him madly.
Steve’s cock was so hard, so hot, Mary thought her cunt lips would be seared by the swift up-and-down friction she made. Moist slaps sounded as she smashed her wet cunt against the base of his cock, feeling his balls smack her inflamed ass cheeks. She couldn’t stop coming, the orgasms going off inside her clinging cunt like a volcano blowing its top. She was barely aware of her lewd words. The only thing that mattered was her son’s young, strong cock that stretched and filled her pussy. She didn’t care if the sounds they made carried to people passing outside. She was mindless with erotic ecstasy at that moment.
Mary was fucking Steve’s cock so swiftly, he could not hold back. His cock suddenly spurted, filling her greedy cunt with that sweet cum juice. Again Mary wailed and slammed her cunt down onto his cock, grinding furiously as he flooded her burning pussy with cum juice.
When it was over, she continued to sit there, his cock inside her quivering pussy. She gazed down into his face, smiling happily.
“That should teach you to get dressed after a shower,” she teased, pulling her cunt from his cock. “Go around showing that thing to me gets you fucked, you know.”
Steve laughed, turning onto his side, cupping his chin on one hand and watching his mother’s naked ass as she disappeared into the bathroom. He listened to her pissing, the splashing of it in the toilet bowl. The sound was exciting to him, and his cock, started tingling, swelling again.
Getting off the toilet, Mary fluffed her hair as she gazed into the mirror. She caught sight of her son entering the bathroom. Looking at his reflection, she said: “That girl’s dress going over her head sure turned you on, didn’t it, Steve?”
He grinned at his mother. “It sure did. She wasn’t wearing panties and her ass and pussy showed just right. I wonder if she fucks.”
“All girls will fuck, honey,” she replied. “It’s just a matter of time, usually.”
“Will they? Really?”
“Under the right circumstances, almost every one,” Mary said. “You’ll find that out as you get older.”
He came up behind her and pressed his cock into her warm ass crack, sliding his arms around to cup her tits. He squeezed his mother’s tits, then began to twist and pull on her nipples.
“Until I grow up, I’ve still got you,” he whispered against her back.
She felt her son’s cock throbbing against her ass, and she grinned at him in the mirror.
“You stay so fucking hard!” she murmured. “You’re always hard and ready to fuck me.”
“I guess my cock just stays hard, Mom,” he murmured. “I don’t know what it is, or why, but it does.”
Mary twisted to face him, holding his cheeks in her hands, gazing into his eyes. His cock slipped between her thighs and she clasped it between them, feeling the hard throb of wick. Pressing her mouth to his, Mary kissed her son with slow, lingering wetness.
“Maybe it’s me,” she mumbled softly. “Or it could be all those cute girls running around here, half naked. Or… Carol, even.”
“She’s got a nice ass,” Steve said. “That’s for sure.”
Mary looked for a long time into her son’s eyes. “Would you like to fuck Carol, darling?”
“Any guy would, Mom,” he replied honestly. “But she’s always after some man.”
“We’ll see,” Mary said in a low voice, running her hand down between his legs and fondling his b
alls. Steve leaned forward and licked her nipples, finally sucking one into his mouth. Mary gasped and held the back of his head tight against her tit, releasing his balls and shoving her hand onto his tight ass cheek. She held her thighs very tight around his cock, letting him pump his prick back and forth. She arched her head up, eyes closed, letting her son suck her tit and fuck between her thighs.
Mary wondered if Carol would do it, go along with this crazy thing. She could almost see it in her mind: Carol sprawled out, legs wide, her hot cunt lifting as Steve’s cock penetrated it. She shivered with growing excitement.
As she considered this possibility, she raised herself up to sit on the sink. Her son continued sucking her burning nipple vigorously. With her ass perched precariously on the bathroom sink, her legs parting, she pulled her son’s body between them. Imagining his cock slipping into Carol’s cunt, she felt Steve’s hard cock sliding into her own pussy again. The way his smooth, swollen prick head stretched her cunt sent shivers racing up and down her spine.
She murmured softly as Steve began to fuck back and forth, his mouth sucking hungrily at her nipple, his tongue swirling. She knew Carol would love it, if she would do it. Carol had a hot cunt, of that Mary was sure.
Her position on the sink was a good one Steve’s cock brushed at her inflamed clit deliciously, and she wiggled her hips as best she could for him.
“You’re sure wet, Mom,” Steve said, his words muffled because he still had her nipple in his mouth, she murmured, still hanging onto her erotic image of Carol being fucked by Steve. She would love to watch that, she thought. It would be beautiful to see his young cock plunging into Carol’s wet, hot cunt. Carol would be unable to hold her ass still, Mary thought. She would toss her ass about, thrash and moan fiercely.
Steve clung to his mother’s hips with both hands as he fucked back and forth, chewing at her sensitive nipple. His balls banged sweetly at the curve, of Mary’s ass. She leaned back against the mirror, her eyes half-closed, with a dreamy expression on her lovely face, her lips curled into a smile. The smile was as much for what she saw in her mind as it was the delight her son’s cock was giving her.
Steve, his mother’s tit now out of reach, stared down at her hairy cunt while he fucked it. The thick curls almost concealed his cock as he thrust in, but he could watch his mother’s wet, pink pussy lips suck at his prick when he withdrew.
Mary lifted her legs high into the air, then draped them over her son’s shoulders. She wiggled her naked ass on the sink counter, mewling as the image in her mind faded. Her son’s cock was sending sparks of fire through her pussy, and she concentrated, on the sensations boiling through her. It was amazing that his young cock fit her cunt perfectly. She could take his prick very easily with her hot cunt or her greedy mouth.
Small, but exquisite orgasms were bursting inside her pussy. They were mild but strong enough to make her gurgle with pleasure. Each one was stronger and more powerful than the previous one. The throbbing of Steve’s cock sliding in and out of her gripping cunt lips increased the delight she felt, as did the gentle slapping of his balls upon her flaked ass cheeks.
“Mmmmmm, baby,” she murmured softly, closing her eyes to savor the sensations. “Ahhhh, sweetheart. Ooooh, that’s so fucking good! Steve, you’re so sweet! Fuck me, darling! Oh, God, fuck mother’s hot cunt!”
Steve was panting now as he plunged his prick back and forth, listening to the moist sucking of his mother’s cunt around it. He slid his hand down her trembling stomach and through the thick soft cunt hairs. He began to smash and rub at her distended clit, sending his mother into throaty squeals of pleasure.
Mary twisted her crotch in tight circles as she braced her ass dangerously. Her cunt was squeezing her son’s cock with those spasmodic waves she had no control over, as if it were sucking off his prick.
“I’m gonna come, Mom!” Steve yelped, slamming his cock deep and going stiff. “I’m gonna come in your fucking hot cunt, Mom!”
“Yes, yes!” she howled. “Come in my hot fucking cunt, darling! Ooooh, give my greedy pussy your dim juice, Steve! Ahhh, give it to me!”
The spurting splashes of her son’s cum juice saturating her satiny cunt walls sent her into a shuddering orgasm so strong that she screamed, throwing her head from side to side as her hips jerked wildly.
Steve slumped forward against his mother, and her legs slipped from his shoulders. She sat with them wide apart, her ass almost falling from the counter. His panting breath seemed to burn her flesh, and she hugged him tightly against her tits, loving him very much.
Later, she lay beside Steve in the bed. He was close to her, sleeping on his side. Mary held his head an her shoulder and his mouth was close to her tit. She was on her back and he had one leg draped over her lower body.
Though half-asleep, her mind going over and over the potential of Carol fucking her son. She didn’t know how to work it. She didn’t have the nerve to approach Carol and put it to her bluntly, and she certainly didn’t want to make a pass at her friend. Carol might take it wrong. Carol might even think she was weird to suggest such a thing.
Steve stirred in sleep, and his knee was pressing into her cunt. She felt a throbbing ache between her thighs. It was crazy, she thought, to come just because Steve pushed his knee against her cunt. But it wasn’t any crazier than fucking him or thinking of ways to help him seduce Carol. She imagined Carol’s slender, but curvy body, trying to see it the way her son did. Mary could understand the attraction a man could have, but she didn’t think she was attracted in a sexual way toward Carol. She could appreciate the beauty of the feminine body, but to he drawn sexually was something different.
She felt her son’s cock become hard against her hip. He was probably having a great dream, she thought, enjoying the feel of his cock against her. Maybe he was dreaming about Carol, about the woman’s pussy, of fucking it.
CHAPTER FIVE
“If I don’t get fucked good,” Carol said, eyeing a man doing exercises on the beach, “I just might turn to rape.”
Mary, lying on a huge towel next to her friend, turned and faced the woman. As usual, Carol was wearing the skimpiest of bikinis. In fact, her tits seemed more naked than hidden. The dark, pebbled circles of her nipples were barely visible through the white material. Gazing down Carol’s stomach, Mary saw the way her cunt pooched against the white bikini bottom. There was a darker triangle, the shadow of Carol’s cunt hair.
“Still having problems finding a man, huh?” Mary asked.
“They’re all married, with their wives here, or interested in the young girls,” Carol said, looking disgusted. “This place sucks, did you know that, Mary? I would have been better off staying home.”
“I like it here,” Mary replied, turning onto her stomach and resting her head on her arms. “I’m enjoying myself.”
Carol looked at Mary. “That’s because you’re getting fucked right and left, I think. Come on, confess… who is it and where the hell did you meet him, and how. You haven’t been out of my sight long enough to meet anyone. I don’t think so, anyway.”
Mary smiled. “You’ve got a vivid imagination, Carol. I’ve already told you there isn’t any man.”
“I think you’re sneaking one into your room after Steve is asleep,” Carol said. “Either that or you’re going to some room at night, so no one sees you. I think I’ll stay awake and watch you from now on.”
“Be my guest,” Mary said drowsily.
She was trying to come up with some way to approach Carol about fucking Steve. Every plan she had seemed farfetched. But it felt good to lie under the hot sun, with the waves gently sounding on the sand. She daydreamed about Carol fucking Steve. Bluntly telling Carol that Steve wanted to fuck her was out of the question. For one thing Mary knew it would embarrass her terribly to say such a thing, and for another Carol would probably laugh her ass off.
Two young girls, wearing brightly colored bikinis, approached the boys and sat down. Mary watched with interest as her
son seemed to ignore them. But Tom talked and laughed with the girls. They were cute girls, with delightful bodies, Mary saw. Soon, Steve would be chasing one of them with his hard cock, eager for a wiggling, hot ass. She couldn’t blame him; some of the young girls were very succulent. And if she were a boy she knew she would certainly chase not one, but a dozen.
Suddenly the girls stood up angrily, turned and left the boys. Mary watched those tight, cute asses wiggling, thighs flashing. She wondered why they had become angry.
Steve finally stood up, brushing sand from his ass and coming toward her. He dropped onto her towel and lay back, his body warm against hers.
Mary leaned over and kissed his cheek. “What are you pouting about, honey?”
“Aw, that Tom makes me so mad sometimes,” he said, then fell silent.
Carol was close enough to hear. “Has he done something again, Steve?” she asked. “That kid is always getting into trouble.”
“Aw, it’s nothing, Carol,” Steve said. “Forget it.”
But Carol gazed at her son who still piled sand higher and higher.
Mary whispered in Steve’s ear: “What did he do?”
Steve, making sure Carol was absorbed, placed his mouth close to his mother’s ear. “He asked those girls to fuck us.”
Mary burst out laughing.
“Something funny between you two?” Carol asked.
“It’s a secret between mother and son,” Mary said.
“It’s a shame to have secrets,” Carol said, but her eyes were again roaming the beach, pausing now and then to study some man that looked good to her.
Mary shoved her hips tight against her son’s, feeling the heat start between her thighs as it always did when she was touching him. She felt Steve shiver and knew he felt the same thing she did.
“I’ve had enough sun,” Mary said, sitting up.
“You’re going to leave me alone?” Carol asked.
Mary saw Carol’s eyes rake over Steve’s body as he stood up, and she noticed the way they lingered very briefly at the front of his swim trunks. Maybe it would be easier than I imagined, Mary thought as she stood up, folding her towel.
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