All the way with mom

Chapter 2

Her son stood halfway down the walk.

He was in his pajamas, staring hard at his mother.

Connie's hand went to her throat. She wasn't frightened, but startled. She walked quickly to him, but when she placed her hand on his shoulder, he pulled away.

"Tommy, what's wrong?" she asked.

"You whore!" he spat at her.

"What?" Connie gasped. "Tommy, don't you call me that!"

"Fucking whore!" he said, anger in his voice. "You fucking, cock-sucking whore!"

He turned and ran into the house, leaving his mother standing halfway up the walk. Connie frowned, then felt her face turn hot. She hurried up the walk and locked the door behind her. It was two o'clock in the morning and Tommy should have been sound asleep. But he obviously wasn't and she wondered how much he had seen.

Feeling guilty, she walked down the hall to his room. Shoving his door open, she saw him sprawled across his bed on his stomach, his face pressed into his crossed arms.

"Tommy, why weren't you in bed like you were suppose to be?" she asked.

"Fuck you, whore!" Tommy said, his voice not as angry as before. "I go to bed when I damn well feel like it."

"Tommy, don't you use that language with me!" Connie said sharply. "Do you want me to ground you, young man?"

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" he said, his voice rising with each word.

Connie knew he had seen enough to upset him. She wanted to go to him, to comfort him, to try and explain things to him. But what could she say?

"I saw you in that car, whore!" Tommy said, turning his face to glare at his mother, tears in his young eyes. "I saw everything, too. You're just a fucking whore, Mom, a cocksucking whore!"

Although her legs were rubbery and weak, Connie walked to her son's bed, sitting on the edge. She reached for him, wanting to touch him. But Tommy drew away.

"Tommy, stop this," she said, her voice gentle. "You don't have to be so angry with me. You're old enough to know things like that happen between men and women."

Tommy pressed his face into his arms and she sat there watching his small body shake. The waist of his pajamas had slipped down a little and she saw the starting of his ass. Her eyes followed the curve of his spine and stopped where she could just see the beginning of his ass crack. She noticed the cheeks of his ass were bunching up, loosening, then bunching again.

"Men and women may do that, Mom," he said, "but do they do that with their own brother?"

"Tommy," she whispered, "listen to me a minute. Please, honey, don't act this way."

Tommy turned his head so he could see his mother. "I saw what you were doing with Uncle Mike, Mom. How could you do that? He's your brother!"

Connie had nothing to say. She didn't know how to tell her son that she and her brother had been fucking since they were very young. How could she explain to her son that she and her brother had explored almost every aspect of erotic enjoyment with each other? How could she tell her son she had longed for her brother all the years she was married? How could she tell her son she loved her brother more than any man in the world?

"Whore! Fucking whore!" Tommy said, his voice low and bitter. "Mom, you're just a cock-sucking whore!"

"No, baby," she whispered softly, resting her palm on the middle of his back. "I'm your mother and there are things you don't know about, things you don't understand."

"I understand everything," Tommy said. "I saw you leaning down in the car, getting fucked in the mouth. I saw you open your legs so Uncle Mike could fuck you. I heard everything you two said."

She felt her son's body trembling under her hand. She began to caress his back, stroking slowly and tenderly.

"I'm sorry you saw that," she whispered. "We should have been more careful. But since you did see us, we have to talk about it, Tommy."

"No, we don't!" he cried out. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say! Go suck Uncle Mike's cock, you fucking whore!"

Anger flared in Connie. She pulled her hand from him and stood up, forgetting her torn blouse. "Now you just listen to me, young man!" she snapped. "Just who do you think you are, coming on so strong? Don't you think I know about you jerking off all the time? I've seen it on your sheets almost every morning! So you just listen to me, you little jack-off artist!"

Tommy whirled on the bed, glaring up at his mother. He had never heard her say anything like that before and he was surprised that she knew that he had been pounding his cock. Connie's anger flared in her eyes as she stared down at him, her hands on her hips. Then she saw he had a hard-on.

His cock strained up against his pajama bottoms, making a tent. For a long moment, neither could say anything. Then Connie began to giggle.

"Look at that," she said, pointing to his hard-on. "You're so hard you're about to squirt! And then you call me names!"

Tommy started to hide his hard-on, then stopped.

"Me?" he said. "Mom, you're standing there with your tits almost showing, coming in from fucking your own brother, and you laugh because I have a hard-on?"

"I'm not laughing," she said softly. "I'm not laughing at all, Tommy."

Connie wasn't too surprised to find herself reacting to her son this way. Her cunt swelled, her clitoris starting to strain tautly. Her eyes widened with heat as she gazed at his upstanding cock, seeing the head pressing at his pajamas, a moist spot starting where his piss hole was. She felt a quiver between her thighs and then wetness dripped out of her cunt. The cheeks of her ass clenched and she ran her tongue over her lips unconsciously.

She knew her hands were moving, taking her blouse off, but she couldn't seem to stop them. She stared hard at his cock as she dropped her blouse, standing there wearing only a skirt and bra, garter belt and nylons, her heels still on her feet. Tommy stared at her, hardly breathing, wondering what his mother was doing. Connie stopped herself when she wanted to reach for the hook in front of her bra. She dropped her hands and balled them into tight fists, pressing them at her hips tightly.

The silence between mother and son was thick and Connie's cunt swelled and burned. The thoughts in her mind tormented her, making her shake. Her tits jiggled, ready to burst from her bra.

Tommy was the first to move.

He shoved his pajama bottoms down, all to way to his knees.

Connie gasped. His young cock stood up straight and hard, the head exposed and shining with wetness. She saw the few strands of hair at the base of his cock, his young balls so tight and full. She moaned and clenched her fists tighter, her knees shaking. There was a lurching feeling in her cunt.

Tommy closed a fist about his cock.

"Don't," Connie whispered, her eyes burning in his prick.

Tommy moved his fist.

"Don't Tommy," she moaned. "Please, baby, don't do that."

"I can if I wanna," he replied, his eyes on her swelling tits. "I can do it if I wanna do it. If you can fuck Uncle Mike in the car, I can jerk off if I wanna jerk off."

"God, Tommy, don't! Please, honey… that's making… "

Tommy pushed and pulled on his cock unabashedly, staring at her filled bra, seeing the creamy swell of his mother's tits. He squeezed his cock and the head bulged, his piss hole opening. Beads of liquid formed on his piss hole and Connie stood breathless, her knees shaking badly, her cunt throbbing as if it had not been fucked in years.

Tommy pumped his cock, his breathing deepening. Connie drew her eyes to his face, seeing how young he was, but how his erotic expression was barely controlled. She had no right to make him stop jacking off, she felt, no right at all.

But she didn't want him to jack off – not right now.

"Tommy," she said before she could stop herself, "please, let… stop a minute, darling."

She unclutched her right fist, moving her hand outward. Tommy made a gurgling sound and turned loose of his cock. Connie leaned over, her hand hovering near his prick. She was sure she felt the heat of his cock on her palm and, with a soft cry, closed her fingers around her son's cock. His cock was only about half the size of her brother's but it was so hard and pretty and ready. The size of a cock made no difference to Connie. She loved them all.

She squeezed her son's cock. "Ohhhh, Tommy!" she hissed.

Climbing onto his bed, she straddled her son's thighs. Tommy stared at her, watching his mother's fist move up and down on his cock, wishing she would lift her skirt so he could see her cunt. But Connie didn't lift her skirt. She just rubbed her fiery cunt along his thigh, feeling his flesh against the wetness of her pussy. She pumped on his cock tightly, her eyes blazing as she gasped in pleasure.

Connie knew that there was no way she could stop herself now that she had his cock in her hand. She had known all along, in the back of her mind, that she was going to take her son's cock into her cunt and fuck him. She had tried to fight the urge, but it overpowered her.

"Tommy! Ohhh, baby!" she cooed.

She lifted to her knees, the hem of her skirt brushing his flesh. She held herself above his cock, her skirt now hiding it and her hand. Connie gasped as she rubbed the swollen head of her son's cock along her cunt lips, feeling the blistering hunger. She smashed his dripping piss hole against her inflamed clitoris and a soft cry bubbled from her tight throat as a quick, mild orgasm rumbled through her body. Her ass trembled as she drew the head of her son's cock along the slit of her cunt. She placed the smooth head at the entrance of her pussy and shivered, holding her breath.

Tommy was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. He had dreamed of getting fucked during his jack-off sessions, dreamed of fucking his mother, his teachers or some pretty little girl in his school. He dreamed of fucking centerfolds in hidden magazines, his come juice squirting like a geyser as he came off. Tommy didn't know he came more than other boys because he had no one to compare himself with. All he knew was that when he came, it sure was a lot.

He felt the wet heat of his mother's cunt on the head of his cock and wished he could peek under her dress and look at her pussy. He wondered if his mother's cunt looked the same as those in his concealed magazines. He wondered if all cunts looked so exciting, all hairy and wet and pink.

Connie straddled her son's hips, the head of his cock barely touching the lips of her cunt. Her tits felt ready to burst from her bra, her nipples straining inside the cups. She gave a soft cry as she slowly lowered herself, savoring the sensations. The tip of her son's cock penetrated her cunt and she gasped, then froze, trembling.

"Tommy, ooo, baby, baby!" she sobbed.

With a wild plunge, Connie drove her cunt down onto her son's cock, taking it all the way. She let out a hot hiss, her eyes glazing with tingling ecstasy. The lips of her cunt gripped the base of her son's cock tightly and she felt him throbbing deep inside her. His full balls touched the cheeks of her ass and she sat there shivering feverishly for a long time, her cunt sucking on his cock, her hips writhing gently.

Tommy was making strangling sounds. His mother's cunt felt so hot on his cock, he wondered if it would burn his flesh. His eyes, huge, seemed to roll about, and he balled his fists up and began to beat at the mattress, his toes curling up.

"Goddamn you!" Connie shouted. "Goddamn you for getting a hard-on! Goddamn you for seeing me fuck Mike!"

She pounded her cunt up and down, riding his cock with choking gasps. She leaned over, bracing herself with her hands near his shoulders, churning her ass wildly, making quick, screwing motions. She swung her ass around and around as she stabbed herself almost violently on her son's cock. She banged onto Tommy's cock so hard it drove the air from his lungs. He began twisting his head, gritting his teeth, his balls aching. He had never felt anything so good in his young. life. His mother's cunt enveloped his cock with that searing wetness, making him tingle, sending shivering jerks up and down his young body.

"I'm going to fuck you, Tommy!" Connie was hissing mindlessly. "Mother is going to fuck you good, damn you! I can't stand to see a hardon! I see a hard cock and I've got to have it! Damn you, Tommy! Damn you for getting a hard-on! "

Tommy thought he was losing his mind. His mother's cunt fucked him so furiously, her ass beating down against his balls. He could hear the liquid sounds of her cunt and feel every squeeze her wet cunt made.

Connie twirled her head, her hair flying about her pretty face. She thrashed her ass up and down, smacking down onto his cock with desperation. She sobbed with ecstasy, her son's cock sending electrical jolts of rapture all the way to her tits. She squeezed her nyloned thighs against his hips, her knees pressing at his sides, her ass driving up and down maddeningly.

The burning feelings of a quickly approaching orgasm made her scream softly and she slammed down hard onto her son's cock, grinding in a frenzy, her clitoris smashed. Tommy tried to move, but the best he could do was thrust his hips upward. His balls were ready to explode and he began to make choking sounds, his fists pounding against the bed.

"I'm going to come, damn you!" Connie shouted. "I'm going to come and I'm fucking you and… Tommy!"

The ripples of her orgasm grasped his cock, pulling hard. Connie lifted her head to the ceiling, screaming wildly, her whole body shaking as her cunt contracted on her son's cock. The convulsions shot through her like an insane fire. The muscles of her stomach tightened and, for a moment, Connie wondered if this orgasm would break her bones.

"Mom!" Tommy shouted. "Mom, I gotta… ohhhhh, shit, Mom!"

"Do it, damn you!" she screeched, grinding in a frenzy on his cock. "Do it, do it, do it!"

With a grunt that almost doubled him up, Tommy came. The gushing of his young come-juice seared the delicate walls of his mother's cunt, bringing sobs from Connie. Time and again, Tommy's cock sent gushing come juice into her receptive cunt, filling it with the thick, creamy juice.

Despite the power of her orgasm, Connie felt each gush of her son's come juice. She ground her hairy pussy violently onto his cock, feeling as if her cunt were sucking him off. Her asshole drew inward tightly and she cried out with the surprising ecstasy.

For some time, Connie remained sitting on her son, his cock soft inside her cunt. She rested upright, eyes closed, arms hanging loose at her sides. Tommy breathed deeply, his eyes focusing upon his mother's filled bra, wanting to lift her skirt and peek at her cunt. After a minute, Connie opened her eyes and looked down at his face.

She gave him an almost shy smile, then climbed off. She stood at the side of his bed, seeing his limp cock wet with the juices of her cunt. She almost leaned over to kiss it, but stopped herself. She felt his come juice seeping from her cunt and along her inner thighs. Tommy gazed back at his mother, almost as shy as she was.

Then Connie turned and started for the door.

"Mom?" Tommy called softly.

Connie paused, one hand holding the knob of the door. She did not turn to face her son as she waited, hardly breathing.

"Mom," Tommy said again, his voice very low, "I don't mind."

She didn't answer.

"I mean about Uncle Mike," Tommy said.

Relief flooded Connie and she turned to look at her son over her shoulder. Now she gave him a real smile. Her eyes rested on his gleaming cock and she licked her lips.

"Now can I see your ass, Mom?" Tommy asked, hesitantly.

Connie's breath caught in her throat and she turned her face away from her son. She slowly inched the back of her skirt up, holding it at her waist for a long moment. Tommy gazed at his mother's creamy, swelling ass. The white cheeks were framed by her garter belt and her nylons seemed to enhance the beauty of her naked ass.

"I knew you didn't have your panties on," he said.

Connie let her skirt fall and left her son, pulling the door shut behind her.