Roger, with his face pressed between her covered tits, grunted and gasped and pounded frantically, fucking in a frenzy. The sensation of needing to piss was stronger and stronger and he wondered what was happening. He wanted to stop, almost afraid he was going to injure himself, yet the sensations drove him on and on.
Although Carol wasn’t aware of it, her son was about to come for the first time in his young life. He was about to gush hot come juice out of his young balls for the first time, spurt up his mother’s boiling cunt. She dug into his tight ass hard, straining her cunt to him as she felt an orgasm bubbling near the explosion point.
“Roger, I’m about to… oh, please! Faster! Roger! Harder, harder!”
A wail started deep inside Carol’s throat, a wail that grew higher in volume until it became a scream. It was a scream of intense ecstasy because Carol’s cunt was exploding. She was coming in tight, rippling waves of orgasm. She had not come this strongly with her husband nor with her own fingers.
“Oh, yes, yes!” Carol wailed, tossing her head from side to side, hair flying. She strained her spasming cunt against her son’s cock, pussy lips sucking and pulling and squeezing. “Oh, God… I’m… Roger! I’m coming so hard! Oh! Baby! Baby! Baby!”
Her hands cupped the tight cheeks of his ass, digging into the flesh, trying to pull his throbbing cock deeper into her convulsing cunt.
Roger was choking now, the sensation that was unfamiliar to him stronger than ever before. He didn’t know what was happening, but the feeling was so good he didn’t want it to stop, ever. He thought his cock was becoming bigger and harder inside his mother’s cunt.
“Mother, I think… Mother, something is gonna happen!”
“Yes, darling!” she urged in a tight, gasping voice. “Do it baby! Oh, God, do it! Let it happen, Roger!”
Her hips churned frantically as her squeezing, exploding cunt grabbed at her son’s cock, sucking hard. Carol wanted her son to gush that come juice up her, to splash along the satiny walls of her pussy, to fill her cunt with that sweetness of his young, hard, tight balls.
Roger’s cock spurted.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. The sensation almost made him lose consciousness; it was so powerful and so good. He felt his cock doing something in a rapid spasm, but wasn’t sure what it was. Through the ecstasy of this first discharge he could sense that his mother loved what was happening.
With a shudder, Roger slumped on top of his mother, his body loose and trembling, his cock still stuffed into her cunt. And his prick began to soften. Carol’s pussy squeezed. She stroked her son’s naked back, from his neck to his ass, her long legs straight out now.
“What happened, Mother?” Roger asked, his voice muffled between her tits. “I thought something broke in me!”
“Oh, baby!” Carol gurgled. “You came, darling. You came!”
“Came?”
Carol, no longer bashful, lifted her son’s face, looking into his puzzled eyes. She grinned with pleasure, her eyes shining. “You came. Roger!” she repeated. “You spurted into me.”
“Spurted what, Mother?”
“Oh, you baby!” she said, hugging him tightly, tightening her long legs about his hips. “I didn’t know! You mean I’m the first? You’ve never had that happen before?”
“Not like that, Mother,” he confessed. Carol relaxed her thighs and pushed him from her. She sat up, pulling her skirt down but not all the way. Her legs were still showing. Roger sat next to her, his shorts at his knees. Carol looked down at his cock. It was soft now, glistening with the juices of her cunt. She grinned at him, not at all bashful. She cupped his cock, kissing his cheek. “Did it feel good?” she whispered.
“Oh, yeah!”
“And you really don’t know what happened?”
Roger shook his head.
“So innocent,” she cooed softly, stroking his wet cock. “I had no idea you were so young, honey. I thought you could come.”
“Whatever it was, it was awfully good, Mother.”
“I’ll show you what it was,” she whispered softly.
CHAPTER THREE
Roger leaned back on the couch, watching his mother’s hand fondle his cock.
Carol felt elation, proud to have taken her son’s first discharge into her cunt. She could feel his come juice now, inside her pussy, seeping slowly.
She slipped her hand down and cradled his balls, massaging them with tenderness. She could hardly believe she was holding her son’s cock and balls now, after all her fantasies. The excitement running through her was great, fantastic and she was so pleased with herself for not being ashamed or embarrassed with her son. And she was pleased that he was not ashamed.
With her husband, she had wanted him to force her into various sexual acts, positions, make her do those delicious things she fantasized about. But with her son, she didn’t feel that way. Maybe it was his youth, his innocence, whatever it was, she wanted to teach and show and enjoy everything with him.
“Would you like to see me jack you off, Roger?” she asked boldly, her eyes glowing with inner passion. “Would you like to watch Mother jack your cock off?”
Carol ran her tongue over her lips, feeling her excitement increase with the use of such words to her son. She squeezed his balls in one hand, his cock in the other.
“You have a beautiful cock, Roger,” she whispered throatily. “It’s such a pretty cock, and you fucked me so wonderfully.”
Roger giggled.
She looked into his face, gripping his cock and balls. “Don’t you like to hear those words, honey? Don’t they tingle, down here in your precious balls?”
“Oh, wow, Mother!” he gasped, nodding his head.
“I want to hold your cock and balls,” Carol murmured hotly. “I want to touch them and feel them and… oh, you feel so good!”
She stroked his cock and balls, watching his prick swell, turn hard and stick up. She pumped his cock a few more times then pulled her hand back. She looked at him, eyes smoldering. She toyed with her blouse.
With a bold look, she lifted the bottom of her blouse, but not high enough to show her tits.
“Want to see me?” she whispered. “Would you like to see Mother’s tits, baby?”
Roger couldn’t reply.
“Well?” she asked, a wicked grin spreading over her beautiful face. She toyed with the buttons of her blouse.
“Want to see Mother’s tits? You have to answer me, darling.”
Roger managed to nod his head.
Carol opened her blouse, wishing she had left her bra off that morning. Peeling the blouse off, she sat next to her son with her bra on, her skirt almost in her lap again. She saw her panties on the floor where her son had tossed them earlier in his eagerness. She was amused slightly that it was her son now who was shy, and not her. She reached behind her back to unhook the bra, and her tits swelled outward.
Teasingly, she cupped her tits inside her bra for a moment. Then, with a quick movement, she threw the bra to the floor next to her panties. Roger gasped as he gazed upon his mother’s naked tits. They arched out in firmness, light brown nipples soaring outward, hard and tingling. Roger’s cock jerked, and his pisshole flared wide. He started dripping again and his fist grasped his cock hard as he stared at his mother’s tits.
“You like them?” she asked softly. She cupped her tits, lifting them higher in offering. “Do you like Mother’s tities, baby? Aren’t they pretty and firm and round?”
Roger gulped, squeezing his throbbing cock as hard as he could.
“Oh, don’t squeeze it so hard, honey,” she moaned. “Hold your cock but don’t hurt it. I want to do things with it, and you mustn’t hurt it. It’s such a lovely cock, darling.”
She circled a fingertip about her nipples.
“Want to feel them?” she asked huskily. “Go on, Roger, feel Mother’s tits.”
Roger lifted a shaking hand.
“Play with it, honey,” she urged.
Roger c
upped his mother’s tit and fondled, feeling the satiny flesh, the firmness, the excitingly hard nipple. Carol lowered her hand to his lap, pushing his other hand off his cock. She closed her fingers about his prick and began to stroke up and down.
“Kiss it,” she whispered. “Kiss Mother’s tit!”
Roger grinned, and pressed his mouth to her nipple.
Carol sighed and pressed forward, her nipple sliding into her son’s mouth.
“Ohhhh, honey!” Carol mewled. “Suck it! Suck my tit, please! Suck on Mother’s nipple! Oooo, it feels, so good! Roger!”
She grabbed his throbbing cock, gripping, making the prick head bulge. She moaned softly as her son tried to swallow her hard nipple, his hand digging at the other one. Carol pumped up and down on her son’s cock, then turned loose and gently shoved his mouth off her tit.
“You’re so eager, baby,” she grinned happily. “I love it, though.”
Roger giggled and dived his hand to his mother’s lap. She playfully slapped his hand, but at the same time parted her legs for him. Roger shoved his fingers through the soft, silky hair of his mother’s cunt, a fingertip sliding along the side of her once-again-distended clitoris.
“Oooo, that’s good, Roger,” she breathed. Roger looked down at her, watching as his mother’s hips lifted. She twisted her hips, cooing softly as he felt about the fiery wetness of her pussy. She grasped her son’s wrist and moved his palm up and down her pussy, then squeezed her hot thighs together, capturing his hand between them.
Roger’s cock stood tall, jerking back and forth with hardness, dripping again. A small, glittering bead of juice seeped from his piss hole and ran past the smooth head of the shaft. Carol gasped with pleasure as she saw, and ran her fingertip over the tip of his cock.
“You’re dripping, darling,” she cooed softly. “I love to see a hard cock drip. You want some more of Mother’s pussy, Roger? You want to fuck Mother in the cunt again?”
Roger nodded enthusiastically, working his middle finger into the steamy wetness of his mother’s cunt. Carol gurgled in pleasure and flung her long legs wide open, offering her hairy cunt to her son’s hand. Roger stared between his mother’s thighs, fascinated with her hairlined cunt. He fucked his stiff finger in and out of her pussy, his knuckle banging at the puffy, sensitive pussy lips. Wet sounds came from between her thighs, and Carol leaned back.
While Roger fucked his finger in and out, Carol pumped her crotch up and down, fucking on his finger. She grasped her sons cock hard, making the prick head bulge smoothly.
“Oooo, Roger, give it to me!” she whined. “Give this lovely hard-on to me! My pussy is on fire again, baby! Roger! Oh! Roger… fuck Mother! Hurry, honey, hurry!”
She twisted and squirmed on the couch until she was flat on her back. She brought one foot to the cushions, leaning her knee at the back of the couch. The other foot rested on the floor, her legs open. Her cunt glistened wetly, waiting for his cock. Her clit stood up, the tip swollen. The pink pussy lips parted slightly and the juices seeped.
She shoved her hands down her stomach, pulling at the lips of her cunt, lifting her ass.
“Shove it to me! Ram your cock up mother’s cunt now, Roger!”
Roger was on her knees at the other end of the couch, staring at his mother’s cunt. His cock lifted and swung with eagerness, his balls looking very tight at the base. His mouth was open, and he began to gasp hotly. His fist closed about his cock.
“Look at it!” Carol hissed. “Look at Mother’s cunt, but fuck it, too! Ohhh, baby, you can look at my cunt all you want later! I need your precious cock in me now! Come on, Roger, fuck me Mother!”
She turned loose of her pussy and held her arms up to him. Her tits rose with firm nipples. Roger groaned and fell forward, crushing his mother’s tits against his bare chest. His cock pressed into her stomach, his balls resting on the thick, soft pat of curling pussy hair. Carol wrapped her arms about her son’s waist, hugging him tightly, her lips smashing into his. She kissed him hotly, hungrily, lips writhing. The tip of her tongue snaked out and licked from one corner of his mouth to the other. At the same time, she raced her hands to his tight, young ass.
With a quick thrust, Carol drove her tongue into her son’s mouth, licking at his teeth, reaching for the back of his throat, whimpering with increasing desire.
“Oooo, so fucking hard, Roger!” she whined as her tongue left his mouth. “Your cock feels so good on my stomach this way. Rub it on me, baby! Rub your hard cock on Mother’s stomach! Ahhhh, that’s it, honey! I bet you could rub on my belly and come. Want to come off on my stomach? You can, you know. I’d love to feel that hot come juice squirt on my skin.”
Roger grunted and rubbed his cock back and forth, feeling the hair of his mother’s cunt on his hairless balls. But Roger wanted to feel the wet heat of his mother’s cunt again. He scooted downward, his cock moving through the soft hair. Carol gurgled softly and shoved a hand between their bodies. She pressed at her sons cock as he moved down, and grasped for a moment, rubbing the bulbous head up and down her inflamed clitoris. She wiggled her naked ass beneath him, smashing her clitoris at his dripping piss hole.
“You could make me come doing this, I bet,” Carol whimpered huskily, pumping her hips up and down, beating her clitoris against the head of his cock. “I bet I’d come real hard this way, baby.”
“I wanna stick it in you again, Mother!” Roger gasped.
“You do?” she teased, her eyes gazing into his now. “You really want to fuck Mother, Roger?”
“Come on, Mother!” he pleaded, poking his cock toward her cunt. “Let me stick it in you!”
“Say it, darling! Say you want to fuck me!”
“Mother, I want to fuck you!”
“Oooo, yes!” Carol wailed, shoving the rounded head of his cock downward and letting her son thrust. “Ohhhh, that’s sweet!”
Roger rammed his cock deeply into his mother’s fiery cunt, his tight balls smashing at the cheeks of her ass. He lifted his head, eyes tightly closed, his face straining. Carol gurgled and cupped the checks of her son’s ass again, grinding her cunt onto his cock.
“Fuck me!” she hissed. “Fuck my cunt! Oh, Roger, ram your cock up mother’s cunt. Fuck that pussy, baby! Oh, yes, fuck that hot cunt!”
Roger fucked in and out swiftly, driving his cock all the way, then pulling back until the head almost slipped free, only to ram hard again. Carol gurgled and shot her hips upward, smacking her cunt onto the base of his stabbing cock. She gasped as he pounded into her pussy, forcing the air from her lungs. She clung to his tight ass, her fingers digging into the flesh. She shoved her head back, her eyes closing in rapture for now. She grunted and sobbed as her ass met her son’s cock lunge for lunge. The tight heat of her pussy clutched his cock, sucking and squeezing. Carol cried out with increasing ecstasy, hunching her cunt up and down with wild movements.
“Fuck it, fuck it!” she sobbed. “Ohhhh, Roger, fuck that hot cunt! Give Mother’s cunt some hard, lovely cock! Ohhh, God you feel so fucking good in my pussy, baby.”
Roger groaned as his cock dove up and down, his balls smashing at his mother’s upturned ass. He shoved a hand behind her, reaching for her rounded ass. Carol shifted her position slightly so he could grab hold of one naked ass cheek. His other hand was clawing at a sensitive, swollen tit. His hips pounded from the waist down, and she loved the expression on his young face.
“Harder, Roger, harder!” she urged, sobbing as pleasure rippled through her flesh. “Oh, God, fuck me hard! My tits are so tight… my cunt is so hot and wet! Fuck Mother, baby, fuck Mother!”
She drew her silky legs up, sliding the hot flesh of her thighs along her son’s hips, then his sides. She pulled her knees far back, almost doubling up. Her ass lifted from the cushions, and Roger was almost on his knees now, fucking wildly, pounding his mother’s cunt with his throbbing cock. The wet sounds of his cock smacking into her excited Carol almost as much as his cock did.
“Oh, Mother!
” Roger gasped. “Ohhh, Mother!”
“God, yes, baby!”
“You feel so hot in there, Mother!”
“Hot in my cunt!”
“Cunt!” Roger grunted as he thrust inward. “Cunt… cunt!”
“Oh, yes, Roger!” Carol squealed. “It is a hot pussy! Mother has a real hot, wet cunt, all for you! Mother’s cunt is for your sweet, hard cock, baby!”
“It’s so good, Mother!” he groaned.
“It’s beautiful, Roger!” she replied breathlessly. “Oh, hold my ass tight, baby! Squeeze Mother’s hot ass tight… squeeze Mother’s tit! Ooooo, I’m going to come, Roger!”
Carol twisted and slammed her cunt up and down, grinding powerfully. She whimpered then cried out as her orgasm exploded. The wet lips of her fiery cunt clutched around her sons cock.
“I’m coming!” she screamed, digging harshly into one cheek of her son’s ass. “Ooo, my cunt… I’m coming, baby!”
Roger could feel his mother’s wet cunt grabbing at his cock, squeezing as she came.
Carol thrashed mindlessly as she came, her pussy clutching, sucking on her son’s throbbing cock. The spasms went from her toes to her head, causing the muscles of her flat stomach to ripple. Her hips trembled and she smashed them upward, her cunt clutching the base of her son’s cock. She felt his balls sliding against the tight pucker of her asshole, increasing the intense ecstasy she was feeling. Scream after scream boiled from her throat. She had never felt this good before.
“Ohhhh, you haven’t come!” she squealed. She had been so absorbed in her own orgasm, she failed to know her son had not come yet, “Ohhh, baby, you have to come, too! It’s not fair if you don’t come, too! Come, darling! Shoot it up Mother’s cunt! Mother’s pussy wants your come juice, baby!”
She held her son’s naked, bouncing ass with both hands, lifting and wrapping her long legs about his waist. She arched her cunt up to him, wiggling and grinding. Roger’s face was near his mother’s tits, and she squealed in pleasure when he closed his mouth about a hard nipple, sucking hungrily, his tongue flicking.
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