Horny mother for all

CHAPTER ONE

Mary sprawled back on a padded lounge and gazed over the huge pool. The hot sun glistened down, making the water sparkle. Beside Mary was her best friend Carol.

Both were single, divorced about the same time, and each struggled to raise a son. They were close enough to talk about their troubles, and they visited each other almost daily.

But now, taking their first vacation since divorce, they didn't seem to have much to say.

Perhaps it was the languid atmosphere of the beach-side resort. Or perhaps it was because, for the first time in a long time, they felt relaxed.

Each wore quite attractive bikinis. Both women had the bodies for bikinis, and, drew the eyes of many male vacationers. They were both aware that almost any man here was theirs for the asking. Yet they wanted nothing to do with the men.

"That idiot son of mine is going to break his fool neck," Carol murmured lazily.

Mary glanced at the high diving board and saw Carol's son, Tom, ready to plunge from the springy tip. Tom was a good swimmer and was developing into a diver, so she saw no danger in his actions. Carol wasn't really concerned either.

"Why do you say idiot, Carol?" she asked, smiling at her friend. Carol had this habit of talking frankly at times, but Mary knew it was for shock value only.

"Because the shit is getting interested in girls," Carol replied. "And being interested in girls is making him show off, take chances."

Mary saw three or four girls watching Tom. She understood quite well. She had dreaded the day her son, Steve, became interested in girls. She felt a protective need to keep him as long as possible. She didn't want him to grow up, to leave her. Steve was all she had in the world.

Mary looked about for her son, spotting him across the pool. She frowned at the sight of him talking with a girl, a girl who appeared to be captivated by his good legs and strong body. She had to admit the girl was a beauty.

But girls, for a boy Steve's age, could cause many complications… like fucking him. Mary didn't want her son to stick his cock into one of those cunts. Not that she was overly jealous, she wasn't.

At least Steve wasn't a show-off like Tom. He wouldn't risk injuring himself just to impress some girl, she thought. Mary was so deep in thought, she did not see her son climbing the ladder toward the high board until Carol brought it to her attention.

"Now Steve is doing it," she heard Carol say.

Mary looked, and her eyes burned with anger. Steve was not a good diver, and she feared for him. Beneath the board stood the girl he had been talking to. She wanted to call out to Steve, make him come down, but didn't want to embarrass him either.

She watched, afraid, as Steve dived. He sliced into the water fairly well, and she held her breath until his head emerged. The girl was clapping her hands. Mary shot her a dangerous glance.

"That's enough of that," she said, swinging her long legs over the lounge and standing up. "I'm going to beat his ass good."

"Bare-assed?" Carol wanted to know, asking in her usual blunt manner.

"Just maybe – bare-assed," Mary replied, squatting on the deck of the pool. "Steve!" she called, waving a hand. "Come here!"

She noticed apprehension in his eyes, as he became aware of her voice. When her son clung to the deck, looking up at his mother, Mary's breath caught. Steve was not looking at her angry face, but between her legs. She glanced down, and a flush colored her cheeks. The crotch of her bikini was stretched, exposing dark-brown cunt hair. She stood quickly.

"I want to have a talk with you, young man," she said sharply.

Turning, Mary knew her son would follow her. What she didn't know was, as he followed her, Steve's eyes were on the tight jiggle of her bikinied ass. She was angry enough to walk stiffly, causing her ass to tighten and sway more than usual.

She walked directly to their room on the far side of the pool. Unlocking the door, she stood to one side so the boy could enter. He brushed against her, leaving water on her thigh. The water didn't matter, but Mary was startled to find a rippling tingle in her body. Steve stood in the large room, looking at his mother. She was almost a foot taller than he, and glared at him.

"I'm in trouble, huh, Mom?" he asked.

"You damn well are," she said in tight voiced anger. "What were you trying to do out there… break your silly neck?"

"Aw, I just wanted to try the high board," he whined, shuffling his feet.

"Don't try to lie to me, young man," Mary said. "I saw that little twit watching you. You were showing off, that's what you were doing. Trying to break your neck just because some little tease is impressed. I'm going to paddle you, Steve."

"Mom, I'm too old for that," he exclaimed, but there was fear in his eyes.

"Who says so?"

He couldn't meet her gaze. For a moment Mary almost gave in, but she felt he had to be punished. Before she realized it, she commanded: "Drop those trunks."

Steve looked at his mother, wide-eyed.

"That's right," she said. "On your bare ass, young man."

"I'm not a baby, Mom," he protested.

"That's what you think!" she snapped. "Drop them… now!"

She stood rigid, watching as he turned his back and shoved the wet trunks down. Her expression softened as his ass was exposed. Steve had a finely shaped ass; Mary wanted to caress it instead of spank it. When he stepped out of the trunks, she ordered, her voice trembling: "Lean over the bed."

Steve looked at her over his shoulder, embarrassed to be naked in front of her. But he obeyed. Mary stood behind the boy, her eyes now hot as she gazed at his ass. There was a strange, bubbling sensation between her thighs, and she knew the sight of her son's young ass was the cause of it. She bent over, raising her hand, but didn't bring it down on his naked ass. A glimpse of his balls kept her hand poised in mid air. She became breathless with sudden desire.

Mary's hand fell now, but in a caress. She gasped aloud as the heat of his ass against her palm forced a throbbing flex of her cunt. Steve held his body rigid over the bed, waiting for a hand to descend with a loud smack upon his naked ass.

But Mary moved her palm across his bare ass, feeling the flesh and becoming intensely excited. She dropped to her knees behind him, peering between his thighs at his dangling balls. She drew her hand down his ass lightly and prodded a fingertip against his balls. Steve moaned, and his naked ass shivered. But he remained perfectly still.

"Oh, God!" Mary mewled. "I can't."

She brought her hand back up to the cheek of his ass and rubbed. Mary's other hand moved to her tits, digging fingers into the tit mounds through the bikini halter. She felt her son's ass shake underneath her hand. Impulsively, she leaned down and kissed his ass cheek, finding her lips burned with desire.

A glassy expression came into her eyes, and a slight flush of excitement suffused her lovely face. She could not rise from her knees or release her eyes from his cock. She knew it would be best to at least turn her face, but she couldn't do that either.

Steve's cock was swelling before her eyes, becoming hard. Her hand was still gripping her tit, and he saw it. What fear Steve had of being spanked was gone, replaced by a burning interest.

Mary could not stop her hand from exploring.

It moved as though separate from her body and her mind. She trailed a fingertip along his thigh, over his balls, and up the rigid shaft of her son's cock. She brushed the finger lightly over his swollen cockhead. Soft moans rose from her, but she wasn't aware of them. Her fingertip burned as if it had been shoved into boiling water. And she couldn't pull it away.

Steve's cock was throbbing, transmitting the pulsations through her hand; up her arm, into her body, then down to her cunt. She was very wet inside her bikini, and her clit seemed ready, to burst through the material. Her eyes burned as she stared at her son's cock and balls. She knew now that he was ready for girls, ready for cunt, for fucking.

As if obeying silent signals from her cunt instead of her brain, Mary's fingers closed about her son's cock. She held it tightly, then thrust her fist up and down. Steve gasped, but he remained still as she jacked up and down his throbbing prick, his eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Removing her hand from his cock, she gently cupped his tender, precious balls.

"Mom, what's going on?" Steve asked.

"Shush," she mewled, twisting her son's balls in a loving way. "Just be… don't say anything, Steve."

Her voice came out in a husky whisper, her eyes gleamed with desire. She slowly licked her tongue over her full, moist lips and, although she knew her face was falling lower and lower, she couldn't stop herself.

"Ooooh!" Steve gasped, his eyes shining as he looked down at his mother's face so close to his cock. "Mom!"

"I said hush," she whimpered.

Her tongue snaked from her mouth, and she touched the tip in a feathery way upon the swollen smoothness of her son's cock. She felt and tasted the throbbing heat there. She sucked in a deep breath, then lapped her tongue along the smooth head of Steve's cock.

Steve gurgled, twisting his naked ass that still hung over the edge of the bed. Mary's mind was burning with intense desire as she moved her tongue about the head of her son's cock. She knew this was insane, but her body, especially her twitching cunt, was telling her not to stop.

She ran the tip of her tongue along the hard shaft of Steve's prick, then onto his balls. She flicked her tongue about those precious balls, then licked her way back up the shaft. Again, using the flat surface of her tongue, she ran it over the head. The taste of juices bubbling from his piss hole made her mind reel with erotic ecstasy.

Suddenly, with a wail, Mary had her son's cock inside her mouth, holding it tightly with her hot, wet lips. Steve stared down at her with huge eyes, holding his breath. Mary gazed up at his young, excited face as she held the head of his cock between her lips and inside her hot, wet mouth. She flapped her tongue about the sensitive head of his cock and felt her son tremble. She shoved her hand along his thigh and cupped his balls in her palm. With a whimper, she dived her mouth down onto his cock, taking it deep. Her lips were tickled by the tufts of hair at the prick base, burning as they stretched around his throbbing, hard cock. She held Steve's prick deep in her mouth for a long time, her tongue working as her lips writhed. She drew his balls up, brushing and rolling them against her cheek.

Although her dark eyes were wide open, flashing with erotic sparks, she wasn't seeing anything now. Her, intense desire to suck her son's cock caused her vision to be blurry, with only fuzzy outlines of his face gazing in awe at her.

With her cunt going through delicious spasms, Mary sucked up on her son's cock, her lips drawing tightly and wetly, her tongue in constant motion. She sucked upward, almost off his prick, then went down on him with a quick gulping sound. The head of his cock probed at her throat, and Mary squealed around it as she suddenly began to come. Her cunt convulsed, melting with orgasms. She sucked now on Steve's cock in a frenzy, devouring him with wet gurgles as her cunt went through a series of orgasms more powerful than she had ever experienced in her life.

Steve's cock throbbed so sweetly between her lips, so deliciously. Mary didn't think of anything except the feeling that raced through her body, the way her lips burned against his prick. She began to race her mouth up and down his cock, hungry with passion. She was not holding his balls now. She had moved until she knelt between his thighs, her hands clinging to his hips as she bobbed her beautiful face up and down, her lips sucking greedily.

Mary wanted his cock desperately, wanted to take his prick into her throat as far as she could. She thrilled to have his cock against her throat, with her lips tight against the base, that wiry hair tickling them. Her throat burned with erotic ecstasy and her cunt continued going through that series of wild, ecstatic orgasms. She clung to her son's hips with tight fingers, as if afraid he would evaporate, disappear in a misty fog. If it was a dream, she didn't want it to end.

She was aware of her son's moaning, of his grunting words, but none of them made sense to her. Mary's mind was vacant as she sucked greedily on the throbbing hardness of his cock. Whatever he was saying didn't matter. Not now. She swayed her bikinied ass gently as her head bobbed, her lips sucking hotly. Her tongue fluttered and licked as beads of precious juice bubbled from his piss hole and over her tongue.

Steve was twisting his hips about, arching his cock up as she went down with her mouth. She didn't mind his movement; it increased her hunger. She squealed around his prick as she sucked in a hot frenzy, mindless to everything except her erotic enjoyment.

Mary's long, shining hair danced and bounced over her son's thighs as she swiftly sucked up and down. She was vaguely aware that he was holding her head, urging her to suck even faster. Then, his hands were on her cheeks, and she thought he was trying to shove her mouth away. But Mary wasn't going to allow that. Her cunt was bursting with the most delicious orgasms ever, and she didn't want them to stop.

"Mom, Mom, Mom!" she heard her son gurgling.

But his voice sounded strange, as if he were calling to her from a great distance. The tone of his voice told her of his excitement, and she sucked all the more furiously on his cock. She detected an increase in the throbbing of his prick, stretching her lips wider and tighter. The head of his prick brushed at her throat every time she dived down over the cockshaft, sending tremors of ecstasy through her.

The burst of cum juice spurting into her mouth came as a surprise. Mary's eyes popped wide, the head of her son's cock still gripped tightly between her lips. She felt the cum juice, thick and hot, scalding over her tongue. Without thinking, she began to swallow.

There was a delicious taste in her mouth. It seemed as if her son's cock was gushing gallons of cum juice into her mouth. She felt the throbbing of his cock with each squirt, and her cunt blazed like a roaring fire. Her eyes remained wide with surprise as her son continued to spew his thick cum juice down her throat. Although she was no longer sucking his cock, but holding the swollen head between her lips, her tongue was moving back and forth across his gushing piss hole.

Then, just as suddenly as he had erupted, he stopped coming. Still Mary held her son's cock between her lips. Finally, she pulled her mouth from his prick and, with a flush of embarrassment on her beautiful face, lay her cheek on the side of the bed, facing away from he son.

After some time, Mary felt and heard him get off the bed. She knew Steve was pulling his wet trunks on, and still she could not face him. She knelt there on the floor with her cheek on the bed, her body shaking. She could feel her son's eyes on her, but there was nothing she could do about it. Mary didn't want to face him, talk to him. She felt miserable because of what she had done.

The door opened, then closed softly. A few minutes later she got to her feet, feeling weak in the knees. She went into the bathroom and stared at her reflection for a long time. With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her darkbrown hair, then went outside.

Mary sat down next to Carol, noticing Steve once more across the pool. The girl was still there, but her son seemed to have no interest in his admirer now. Mary was acutely aware that her son watched her closely, his gaze still filled with wonder.

"Did you beat his ass?" Carol asked. "I… had a talk with him," Mary stammered, fighting down the blush that tried to come over her face.

She felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny of her friend.