Horny mother for all

CHAPTER TWO

For the remainder of the afternoon, Mary was nervous. She had never sucked a cock until cum spurted into her mouth before. She had no idea her son could come, until it happened.

Her ex-husband had always been trying to get her to suck his cock to discharge, but she had always refused. Sucking his prick had been pleasurable, to be sure. She enjoyed the hardness of his cock between her lips, the way it felt against her tongue. She loved to run her tongue over the smoothness of the swollen cockhead, and the dripping of his piss hole was not at all bad. Yet, she had always refused to let him come in her mouth.

When her son came off, Mary had been surprised. Thinking about it while dressing for dinner, she wondered if she would have continued sucking on his cock if she had known Steve could come. Yet the taste of his cum juice seemed to linger on her tongue. It had been shocking to find her mouth filling with cum juice. She was amazed that the taste of the thick cum juice had been so delicious to her, coating her tongue that way. If she had known cum juice tasted so good, she would never have refused her husband that ecstasy, she thought as she brushed her hair.

Mary wondered what this would do to her relationship with her son. Their room contained two beds, and neither had thought anything about the sleeping arrangements here at this moderately priced seaside resort. But now it was different.

Mary wore a knee-length cocktail dress, and very little jewelry. She required hardly any makeup. Leaving the bathroom, she saw her son sitting on his bed, dressed for dinner.

When Steve looked at her, she still found it difficult to meet his gaze. She knew the cocktail dress called attention to her tall, slender and exceptionally curvy body. She knew her rounded, firm tits were enhanced by the tightness of the dress, and if she were not wearing a bra, her nipples would be protruding against it. The skirt hugged her firm, shapely ass and molded her long thighs. If not for the slit up one side, she would have had to take very short steps. As it was, the slit parted with each step, revealing half her thigh.

It was not, she thought, a dress to be wearing after sucking her son's cock off. Not if she wanted to put a damper on his sudden interest in her.

Mary was confused about her desires now. Unable to deny the ecstasy she had received by sucking his cock, tasting his cum in her mouth, she was also undecided about doing it again. At times, when she glanced at her son, it was obvious that he was willing to have her give him another blow job.

As they walked toward the dining room, she felt her son slip his hand into hers. She kept her fingers loose, even though he squeezed her hand. Even the simple act of holding hands sent a rippling tingle through her cunt. This is madness, she thought, sheer madness.

All through dinner her son acted as if he were her escort, showing more politeness than ever before toward her. Carol was amused by it.

"I see a paddling has made a new boy out of Steve," she said from across the table. "Maybe I should beat the hell out of Tom once in a while."

"Aw, Mom," Tom grumbled.

Carol lifted an eye toward her son. "You need it, young man, and often. You're becoming impossible."

Mary saw Steve grin at his plate. She knew what was going through his mind, and she felt a shiver flow up and down her spine. A sudden gasp came from her. Steve had placed his hand underneath the table on her thigh. She shot him a worried look, but he was paying no attention to her other than resting his palm on her thigh.

Mary wanted to shove his hand away, but she couldn't stick her own under the table without calling Carol's attention to the motion. When Steve moved his hand along her thigh, caressing it, she wanted to jump up and run from the restaurant. The bare touch of his hand on her thigh sent her cunt into wild pleasure.

She ate without tasting the food, lifting it to her mouth with robot-like movement. She knew Carol was looking at her strangely, wondering what was wrong.

The meal was over and Mary had no recollection of what she ate. She and Steve left Carol and Tom outside the entrance to the restaurant with a mumbled good-night. Her son's hand closed on hers as they started back to their room. Again she refused to squeeze Steve's fingers even though he squeezed hers. Usually, in the room, Mary would go into the bathroom and dress in her nightgown while her son prepared for bed in the room. But tonight she sat on her bed, facing away from her son, hoping he would undress and crawl under the sheets first. She didn't want him to see her in a gown now, although he had seen her that way many, many times. Mary knew, without a doubt, that if he saw her in a nightgown now, after she had sucked his cock off, he would get a hard-on, and things might develop further.

She heard him removing his clothes, and a tremor traveled through her body. There was a strong urge to turn and look at him before he slipped under the sheet, but she resisted it. Once Mary felt her son was safely covered, she turned out the light, then went to the bathroom. She closed the door and undressed, pulling her nightgown over her head. If the gown was one of those concealing cotton things, it wouldn't be so bad, she thought. But every gown she owned was revealing, almost sheer. Making sure the bathroom light was out so her son couldn't see through the clinging gown, she rushed to her own bed and quickly covered up.

She lay on her back, her body rigid, her hands pressed against her lips. She was trembling, and nothing she could do stopped it. In her mind she was seeing her son's cock standing up so hard, and it seemed as if she could still feel it throbbing between her lips.

Mary lay in the darkness for a long time, listening to her son toss and, turn in bed. He seemed restless and unable to sleep. That was how she felt, too. Her tits were swollen and her nipples protruded against the sheet. There was an aching sensation in her cunt, and her cunt was pulsating with moist heat.

A new sound came to her. It was a rustling sound, and she glanced in her son's direction. Despite the heavy drapes at the window, she could see the outline of his body, and she gasped softly as she watched the sheet rising and falling. He's jacking off, she thought. Steve is jacking off… because of me, because I sucked him off this afternoon and he wants me to do it again. Mary couldn't stop herself. The request came out unbidden by her mind.

"Steve?" she called softly.

The rustling stopped. "Yes, Mom?"

"Get in bed with me," she whispered, not knowing her own voice.

"What, Mom?"

Louder, she repeated it. Still facing the ceiling, from the corner of her eye she saw her son move as he threw the sheet off. He was wearing jockey shorts, she noticed, but his cock was sticking out from the crotch.

Steve crawled under the sheet with her, and his body pressed tightly. She shuddered, but with joy. The hardness of his prick pushed at her hip as he placed his arm about her waist. Mary lay rigid, but shaking. She felt her son's lips kissing at her neck, and then she gasped as he curled his fingers about one of her straining tits.

"Oh, Steve!" she moaned.

"Mom, this is nice," he whispered hotly against her throat. "You feel good, Mom."

He was fondling her tits now without hesitation, and Mary shook with sensation. A fire ignited between her thighs that burned so hotly there was only one way to put it out.

She held her breath as Steve began pulling down the shoulder strap of her gown. She shifted slightly to help him, then her tits were naked. Although it was dark, she felt exposed to her son. A delicious ripple shot through her when she felt her son's hot, wet mouth close about a rigid, sensitive nipple. As he started sucking her tit, his tongue swirling about eagerly, Mary brought a hand up and pressed the back of his head.

As he sucked her tit, he ran his hand down her shaking stomach, and then gently placed it upon her cunt. Mary moaned softly. She felt her son pulling her gown up, sliding it up her thighs, and she knew there would be no turning back now.

Her gown was lifted to her stomach, and then Steve was running his hand through the dark curls of her cunt hair. Mary felt her pussy twitch when his finger brushed along her knotted clit as he sought her cunt. Steve, sucking harder on her tit now, began to rub his hand up and down his mother's pussy. Mary moved her legs apart slowly, then spread them wide. She began to writhe her ass against the mattress as he caressed and felt about her bubbling cunt.

"Inside," she whispered. "Put it inside me, Steve."

Hearing his mother's plea sent Steve into trembling excitement and he sucked harder at her nipple, sliding his finger into the tight wetness of her cunt. Mary's body shook as she lifted her crotch to his hand. As he began to thrust his finger in and out of her clasping cunt, she twisted and arched with him. His cock pressed against her hand, and she turned to close her fingers around the throbbing prick shaft.

As she held his cock tightly, Steve began to fuck back and forth in her fist. His finger plunged faster into her steaming, wet pussy as he sucked her nipple. Mary felt his cock throbbing in her fist, and she didn't want him to come off onto the bed.

"Get on top of me, honey," she whispered in a thick voice. "Get on top of me… lay on me Steve."

Her son climbed onto her, and she spread her legs for him. She felt his cock rubbing against the mound of her burning cunt. He kept his mouth on her tits sucking from one nipple to the other. Mary ran her hands down his back, over the swell of his ass cheeks, twisting her crotch about, pressing against his cock, enjoying the throbbing of it on her cunt hair. If he was going to come, she wanted it to splash onto her body instead of messing up the sheets. She felt her son shoving and grinding his cock against her cunt hair, and his balls seemed to be rubbing at the puffy wetness of her pussy lips.

Mary began to grind with him, one hand on the back of his head now, the other clutching his bunching ass cheek. She was gasping with pleasure, her hot breath mingling with his grunts of delight. His hard cock rubbed along her steamy clit, pushing against it. They were twisting and grinding against each other furiously now.

And then it happened. As her son lifted his ass to push against her body, she drew her own ass back, preparing to return the pressure as he came down. Steve's cock slipped into her cunt. Both went rigid.

"Oh!" Mary gasped, her eyes popping in the darkness.

"Uh!" Steve moaned.

He started to withdraw, but Mary clutched at his ass cheek, her fingers digging into his jockey shorts, holding him still. Her cunt clutched around her son's cock.

"Oooh don't move!" she moaned. "Please, don't move, Steve!"

Mary's cunt gripped her son's hard cock in flexing waves of orgasms, strong spasms that swept from her head to toes. Her body shuddered beneath him. Steve felt his mother's cunt clinging tightly to his hard cock, and he had to move.

Thinking he was trying to pull his prick from her tight cunt, Mary wailed and shot her other hand to his ass, holding the ass cheeks tight as she wrapped her long, slim thighs about his hips, causing her cunt to spread against him.

But Steve wasn't trying to take his cock out.

He moved it back in, and Mary mewled.

Then they were fucking.

Mary felt her son's cock plunging deep into her cunt, and she began to wiggle and grind against him, churning her ass up and down. His cock stretched her cunt lips, stuffing her pussy deliciously. She could feel his balls slapping back and forth on the cheeks of her agitating, naked ass, creating ecstasy within her overheated body. She clung to her son's ass while he thrust his cock in and out of her hairy, slippery cunt.

"Oooh, Steve!" she wailed, her eyes rolling about in her head. "Oh, Steve! Oooh, baby! Ahhhh, honey!"

Her son buried his face against her straining tits, his breath searing her flesh as he gasped and grunted. He was driving his cock frantically in and out of her cunt, the friction sending Mary into exquisite rapture. She screwed her pussy up to his prick as he banged, grinding with almost breathless pleasure. She was coming time and again, her hairy cunt squeezing her son's cock with satiny pleasure.

Digging her hand into her ass cheeks, Mary whimpered in hot ecstasy as she flung her cunt up and down, gyrating in a wild, lewd dance as he fucked her. She unlocked her heels and shot her legs into the air, scissoring her hot, smooth thighs about his grinding hips. She was amazed at the way his young, hard cock stuffed her cunt. Steve's prick rubbed hotly at her distended clit, making orgasm after orgasm whip through her. She could feel each throb of her son's cock as he stabbed it in and drew out, and her pussy closed around his cock shaft with loving delight.

"Ahhh, baby," she gurgled. "Oh, sweetheart! Oooh, so very good!"

She felt her son's movements becoming wilder and faster. She knew he was about to come and, afraid he might try to jerk his cock from her cunt, she wrapped her legs around his plunging ass tightly, trapping him.

"Do it, Steve!" she urged with a thick voice. "Do it!"

Steve rammed hard and deep, grunting against her tits. The throbbing spurts of his cum juice splashed along the walls of her satiny cunt. The wail of ecstasy from Mary was loud and deep. Her pussy banged furiously against her son, the lips of her cunt drawing his cock in like a mouth. She held his stiff, quivering body tightly in her arms and thighs as he came inside her thirsting pussy.

Steve's body went limp, her hands caressed the length of his back. He still trembled between her thighs, but that, too, was slowly subsiding. Very lazily, she rubbed her hot inner thighs along his hips. Sliding her fingers into the waistband of his jockey shorts, she squeezed Steve's naked ass, then gently worked him off her. As Steve started to climb from her bed, she pulled him back.

"No, baby," she murmured. "Sleep here, with me."