Loving mom's lips

CHAPTER ONE

The wildness was starting again.

The wild, restless pacing of that insatiable thing inside her was on the loose. She could feel it gnawing in the pit of her stomach, almost hear the animal-like roar as it grew hot and radiated throughout her body. The itch between her thighs could not be scratched, could not be relieved. It never could

.. never.

When it started, Karen Kyle thought she

would go out of her mind, tormented until she wanted to claw and tip the sheets to shreds, tear at her flesh, pull that raging fire out of her body.

Instead, she sprawled across her bed with her face buried in a pillow, sobbing in frustration.

When this almost unbearable heat came over her, every inch of her body seemed to be seared away from her bones, her nerves screaming for elusive release.

It had started the day she had discovered her son, Brett, was fucking his girl friend.

The heat, the mindless raging beast grew inside her body, demanding. satisfaction and never getting it. It grew more powerful each day, controlling her, moving her emotions and screaming demands that horrified her.

Even Brett was looking at her in a funny way, as if trying to decide if she were losing her fucking mind! And she thought, at times, that she was losing it. She was getting absentminded about certain things, things she had always been so careful about before, things such as making sure she was fully dressed. Now, to her horror, she found that she would forget to put her bra on, and a few times she had actually forgotten to put panties on, of all

things. Things such as sitting with a leg cocked, her thighs spread wide, and with her son around, peering at her, seeing her crotch.

Karen was miserable when she realized what she was doing. Never in her life had she been that sort of girl, the sort who was unashamed, wanton. She had always been what was called a "nice" girl. Nice girls didn't forget to wear a bra, or panties, and they didn't sit in ways that let anyone peek, under their dresses.

Not that Karen was sexless, without that special urge that made a person enjoy fucking. She did enjoy getting fucked, but it had been so long, so very long. She had shoved those desires down, covered them up, forgot about them. She had never been exceptionally passionate, she felt, but just average. There had been some things she would not do when she was married-she would not take a cock into her mouth, nor would she accept one into her ass, nor would she get into any of those lewd positions. She always had to fuck on her back, legs spread, with her husband on top of her. That was the way she fucked and no other way.

She had avoided looking at the many magazines her husband had bought, and threw them out after the divorce without so much as looking at the covers. As far as Karen was concerned, a man's cock was to be put in only one

place, up a woman cunt. Only to her was it never cock, but penis, and not cunt, but vagina.

Now those two words seemed to be burning inside her mind constantly, over and over.

Cock… cunt… cock… cunt…cock… on and on and on. Lately the word fuck had joined those, and often she could almost hear the words.

The beast within had been growing more restless and demanding daily, and soon she could hear it saying, "Get fucked… get fucked…fucked…"

And the image.

The image of her son fucking his girl friend. It grew steadily until the vision was always in her mind.

Karen had heard the noises late at night, and, getting out of bed to investigate, she had found her son and his girl in the living room. They had not bothered to turn off the lights. It was after midnight, and she had not heard him come home. Usually she waited up for him, but that night she had been tired from spring-cleaning. She had tried to prevent him from dating and, failing that, had tried to convince Brett to date different girls. But her son dated only one, a lovely girl about his age, who should not have been dating yet either, the way

Karen saw it.

But the girl was a lovable little creature, with sparkling blue eyes and a ready smile with dimples in her cheeks when she smiled, which seemed to be all the time.

But the night Karen saw Brett and Sally fucking there had been no dimples nor sparkling eyes. Sally's eyes had been closed, her bottom lip gripped between her even white teeth. She had been on the couch, all right, but with her little ass lifted into the air, her knees drawn beneath her body, her face turned toward the edge of the couch. Her skirt had been flipped to her waist, and her panties dangled from one slim ankle. Brett was on his knees behind the cute little girl, fucking his cock in and out of her cunt.

Karen grabbed her throat when she came upon the scene, mesmerized and frozen to the spot, unable to enter the room fully.

And the words.., oh, those words!

"Fuck me, Brett," Sally said, her voice low, just loud enough to reach Karen's burning ears. "Fuck me… ohhhh, fuck me good, Brett!"

And her son. Hot cunt… hot pussy.. tight twat.

His lower body was naked, his tank top on his upper body, his young ass naked and

plunging back and forth. Karen could actually see her son's cock sliding back and forth; fucking into Sally's cunt relentlessly. Sally's surprisingly creamy and shapely little ass wiggled and twisted with him.

Karen's eyes became glazed as she watched, glued to the way his cock fucked in and out of that cunt, watching them fuck, watching, feeling a mixture of horror and unwanted excitement and desire. There was a twitching between her thighs, a wetness unlike any she had ever felt before. Even her inner thighs became slippery from the oozing fuck juices of her suddenly boiling cunt.

Brett's cock, so long and thick and hard, was fucking in and out of Sally's slippery young cunt. He was fucking her and gritting his teeth and saying, "You're some fuck, Sally! A really great piece of ass. Your cunt is tight and hot and wet! Wiggle your ass, Sally! Ahhhh, wiggle your pretty ass for me!"

"Yes," Sally hissed with a hot sound. "Fuck me and I'll wiggle my ass! Oooo, your cock is so hard, Brett! You fuck me so deep! I love your cock when it's hard… fucking my cunt!"

The words, although said in half-whispers, seemed to leap about the roam, screaming into Karen's ears. Her legs became weak, shaking

as she stood in stupefied fascination, watching and listening.

Sally's smooth little ass shook and her back bowed, plunging back and forth with Brett's cock. The moist sounds of his cock fucking in and out of the gripping tightness of that cunt seemed to be explosion after explosion in Karen's ears.

It seemed to go on and on, without end. Karen's body felt like liquid, fiery liquid, and there were spasms between her thighs, the lips of her cunt clenching as her clit swelled into a painful knot. She was coming with unusually gentle spasms, but the spasms were growing hotter and tighter until her stomach was taut, her thighs pressed tightly together. And she stood and watched, unable to take her eyes off them, off her son's hard cock fucking into that eager cunt, that wiggling, thrashing little ass of Sally.

She saw her son's naked ass speed up, heard the moist slaps of his stomach beating upon the cheeks of Sally's ass. She could even see his balls swinging back and forth as both her son and Sally began to moan and gurgle.

Then, abruptly, her soil's cock came out of Sally's pussy, sliding up the crack of her ass, come juice spurting from the tip and splashing over the smooth ass and bowed back of the

trembling girl. Spurt after spurt of creamy come juice seemed to fly endlessly from her son's piss hole. Karen had never seen a cock squirt before, and there was an eruption in her cunt that almost doubled her over.

She did not say anything to her son about what she had seen. She kept it to herself, with the image burning hotly in her brain, along with those words.

And she began to forget to wear a bra or panties. And she sometimes found her son peeking up her dress.

Karen knew, in the back of her mind, that she was sitting in such a way so he could peek up her dress but she was unable to stop herself from doing it. It was as if her subconscious mind was guiding her, forcing her to do such things, things she had never done in her entire life, things she considered shameful and degrading. Only the "bad" girls did such things, the girls who took money or other favors from men, girls who didn't care about their reputations or feel a bit of self-worth.

She surprised herself by trying to peek at her son when he had Sally with him, actually wanting to see his cock fucking the little girl again. She was tormented with the wild, burning desire to watch them fucking, and she fought against it, losing miserably.

She had not seen them fucking again, but she had seen them sitting together, kissing and hugging and fondling. Even that excited her, knowing where it would lead them very soon. But when they were overcome by the urge to fuck, they would leave the house and go someplace. Karen suspected they used the garage, the back seat of the car parked there, but she didn't have the nerve to look out there. She was afraid they would see her, and that would have embarrassed her terribly.

Somehow, Karen felt that Sally would simply giggle naughtily, unconcerned about being caught. Her son, maybe, would look a little shame-faced at first, but then he too would probably laugh it off. She sensed that that would be all they would feel, a momentary shyness. It would be her who blushed from head to toe.

Just the day before, Karen had noticed the bulge in her son's pants. He was bold when he looked at her, his gaze riveted upon the stiffness of her nipples straining against the top of her dress, or at the exposure of her long thigh as she crossed her legs. She saw the bulge of his cock, and, when she realized it was her body which caused his hard-on, she felt a mixture of revulsion and ecstasy. Not revulsion, perhaps, but a tinge of shame.

And a little excitement that her body was causing his cock to be so hard.

So she was sprawled over her bed now, her face buried in her pillow, the images of her son fucking Sally, her pretty ass naked, uplifted, and wiggling around with pleasure, calling out to Brett to fuck her. Karen could see them as clearly as if they were fucking right now, the words still loud in her ears.

She was writhing her ass without realizing what she was doing as the heat grew between her thighs. She could feel the bubbling desire in and around her cunt, but she didn't know she was wiggling her ass, grinding her cunt against the mattress as the image of her son fucking Sally grew bright behind her tear-filled eyes.

When she had flung herself across the bed, her skirt, wide and flaring, had flown up high, exposing her thighs to the curve of her rounded ass, showing, the hint of her panties. Her feet dangled over the edge of the bed as she sobbed with wild hunger into the pillow. The cheeks of her shapely ass writhed and clenched as she pressed her cunt hard into the mattress.

She was totally unaware that she was starting to whisper the words that burned in her mind. "Cock… cunt.. fuck… cunt

.. cock… cock… fuck…

She dug her nails into the pillow as the sensations grew hotter between her thighs. She began opening and closing her legs, scissoring them, her ass twisting.

There was heat building up inside her cunt, heat which was finding a release. It was that wanton beast inside her cunt bellowing for instant satisfaction. She felt as if her cunt was going to melt from her body, her clit burst into a thousand bits and pieces. Even her tits, flattened against the bed, had become swollen and her nipples seemed as hard as rocks.

"Fuck..fuck," she was whispering. "Fuck… fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her skirt was pushed higher by her hip motions. Now the tight seat of her panties was exposed, and the crotch was soaking wet. But she didn't really feel the wetness because her cunt was on fire.

"Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!" Her ass wiggled.

"Fuck me!"

Her cunt pressed.

"Fuck me… fuck me!"

The cheeks of her ass clenched. "Hot cunt…"

She ground hard.

"Hot cock!" Her ass lifted.

"Hard cock, fuck me!"

She slammed her cunt down into the mattress very hard, grinding wantonly. The waves of heat seared her, and a soft moan bubbled from her constricted throat when an orgasm began to flash through her.

Standing in the doorway, eyes enormous, was Brett.

He had come to his mother with some question now forgotten, watching with a glassy expression as she pounded her hips up and down. He could see the length of her slender legs, could see up between them when she opened them. He could see the crotch of her panties, the way she clenched the cheeks of her ass. His cock had immediately become hard inside his pants, throbbing there, dripping and making a wet spot on his shorts.

Everyone said how beautiful his mother was. She was also helpful with school activities and such things. Everyone liked her. She was friendly to all, and especially helpful with the boys and girls in his class, sometimes substituting when the regular teacher was ill. She was popular and most of the boys and girls in his class wanted her to become the full-time teacher, but Karen wanted only a part-time

job.

Brett-like most boys his age-never considered his mother as having sexual feelings. She was his mother, that was all. When he had first noticed her thighs, her tits straining without a bra, he had learned that she was desirable not only as a mother, but as a beautiful woman who could create dull pains in his balls. Since he had a problem keeping his cock out of Sally's cunt now that they were fucking, he began to wonder why he never saw his mother with a man. At his age, he thought everyone wanted to fuck more than anything in the world. The more he saw of his mother's body, the more he felt like touching her.

Now, seeing her twisting her ass about, banging her cunt up and down, he wanted to touch her more then ever. He could see the bottom half of her panties and, when she opened her legs, the crotch stretched tight, the curling hairs of her cunt poking out. And his cock had become hard, very hard.

And then he heard her sobs turn into words.

"Fuck me… fuck me!"

His desire became intensely pronounced as he watched and listened.

"Hot cunt… hard cock… fuck me!"

That was when he stepped into her bedroom, his eyes staring fixedly at her revealed

thighs and panties, her squirming, twisting ass. His cock was bulging out very hard, his balls tight at the base of his prick.

Karen, not knowing her son was watching, whipped her ass up and down, making tight screwing motions, slamming her bubbling cunt against the, mattress.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she said over and over in a hot, husky voice. "Ohhhh, fuck my cunt… fuck my pussy hard!"

Brett was almost there. He could have reached out and touched her feet, but that was where he stopped, his gaze burning upon her grinding ass, seeing the smooth, creamy half moons that were exposed since her panties had drawn into the crack of her ass.

"Fuck me… oh, fuck me!" Karen moaned. "I need it so much! Fuck me… fuck me, Brett!"

Karen may not have known what she said, but her son certainly heard her. His name came like a blow to him, a blow that rocked him on his heels, and made his cock throb hard inside his pants.

"Fuck me, Brett!"

And she slammed her ass down, a wail coming from her throat as an unusually powerful orgasm ripped through her body.