Loving mom's lips

CHAPTER TWO

Karen's body became still after her last orgasm.

She rested quietly, no longer sobbing, her face still in the pillow. There was a gentle movement of her ass. Brett remained where he was, staring at his mother's thighs. They were so long and slender, so smooth and creamy, without a flaw to mar the beauty of her flesh. The half-moons of her ass cheeks were exciting, and he found himself wanting to see more

of her ass.

Karen's ass was rounded to perfection, with twin cheeks that swelled out in a tightness of sheer beauty. It was an ass that almost cried out for a caress, a touch, a kiss. It was an ass like many women wished they had, and some teenage girls dreamed of having an ass half as fine. It was an ass that sent men to jerk off, an ass that could cause a man to come in his pants if he looked long enough.

Brett felt as if he would come in his pants as he gazed upon that tantalizing sweetness.

Karen sighed and turned over, eyes closed.

Her legs remained wide apart, and her son was now staring at the mound of her cunt inside those tight panties. Although not sheer, he could see the shadow of her cunt hair, the flawless triangle it formed, the wetness there. He could see the lickable inner thighs and the few curls of cunt hair that escaped the tight crotch of her panties.

His prick bulged out, outlined now by his pants as he stared, licking his lips.

Karen sensed she was not alone.

Afraid to open her eyes, she didn't move. She felt heat creeping over her face.

Brett looked at his mother's face, seeing that what everyone said was true-she was one of the most beautiful women ever. She had dark

hair and almond-shaped eyes. She had a small straight nose, and a full wide mouth. Her tits were straining up against her dress even as she rested on her back, two hard nipples visible.

Karen was afraid to move, afraid to open her eyes, afraid she would see someone standing over her.

Her eyes opened.

The first thing she saw was her son's cock bulging in his pants. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could not pull her gaze from his prick. The heat that had come to her face became the heat of desire, the heat of that pacing beast demanding satisfaction.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her words barely audible.

Brett's body jerked, his eyes staring at her, his cock throbbing.

"Fuck me," she said, a bit louder. But Brett couldn't move.

"Fuck me!" she almost screamed.

"Fuck me, damn you!"

"But, Mother, I.."

"Fuck me!" Her tone was demanding, her eyes burning on his outlined cock. She ran her tongue over her lips. "Fuck me, goddamn you."

She spread her legs as wide as she could,

jerking her dress to her waist. Her stomach was flat, trembling with overheated hunger. Her belly button was a lovely dimple and the waist of her bikini panties barely covered the line of her cunt hair. The crotch was stretched, with dark hair showing along each side.

"Fuck me!" she demanded again, her voice a low growl.

When her son didn't move but stood staring at hers Karen sat up quickly, clawing at his pants, opening his belt, shoving his pants down. She jerked the crotch of his shorts to one side, his cock springing out.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, grabbing her son's cock in a tight fist and jerking. "I want this! I need this! Fuck me, Brett!"

Karen pulled her son between her thighs, stroking his cock with a tight, hot hand.

"You're going to fuck me, Brett," she said in a softer voice, staring at the smooth head of his cock, watching his fuck juice drip. "You're going to fuck like you fuck Sally."

"Mother, how do-"

"Shut up!" she hissed, turning his cock loose and ripping her panties from her body, tossing them across the room. "Fuck me and shut up!"

She spread herself on the bed, her head on the pillow again, her legs wide. She was almost

doing the splits on her back. The pink wetness of her cunt glistened between the thick curls of her pussy hair, her clit throbbing up from the folds. She arched her pussy up.

"Fuck me-now!"

Brett stared at his mother, his cock jerking up and down in a wild manner. The thick hair of her cunt curled up and around the pink puffiness of her cunt. The excitement running through him was fantastic. His eyes gleamed as his mother lifted her lips, twisting her crotch around in such a lewd way that he almost came just from watching.

"Hurry, damn it!" Karen hissed at her son, her body trembling. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

She pulled her knees back to her chest, holding them with her hands, keeping them wide, gazing at him from between them. Her ass lifted from the bed and seemed to wiggle and shiver with anticipation.

He could stand it no longer.

Brett moved onto the bed, his cock aimed at his mother's steaming cunt. Then his prick was inside her.

"Oooooo!" Karen hissed, her eyes rolling as her pussy clamped about the swollen head of her son's cock. "Ohhhhh, yes!"

Brett jerked his hips forward, and his cock fucked deeply into her cunt, all the way, his

balls smashing against the uplifted cheeks of her ass. For a while, a long while, he held himself there, braced with his hands on each side of her. He felt the heat of his mother's wet cunt sear the flesh of his cock, felt the gripping waves.

Karen felt as if she had been penetrated by something enormous, something very long and thick. A soft sob of pleasure bubbled from her tight throat, and her hands, holding her legs up, tightened there.

"Ooooo, so good?" she moaned.

"Mother, I want to…"

"Yes, yes!" she shouted with passion. "Fuck me, Brett! Oh, God… fuck me!"

With sensation after sensation steaming through his young body, Brett began to fuck his mother. He lifted his ass, drawing his cock out a bit, then flicked back in. Karen thrust her ass up, her cunt meeting his cock, the lips closing around the base, then sucking as he drew back for another lunge.

While her son fucked his cock in and out of her very hot and wet cunt, Karen sobbed in swelling ecstasy, arching and bouncing her ass, twisting about as the sensations of ecstasy burned through her. She turned her head from side to side, her dark eyes rolling. She was gasping and mewling, gurgling and sobbing.

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and began to chew, her ass thrashing up and down wildly and mindlessly.

Garbled words came from her, an incoherent chattering of encouragement to him. Her breath was driven from her lungs by the intensity of her delight. As Brett fucked her cunt, she would grunt as the air left her chest.

"Oooooo… ohhhhh…" Over and over, the sounds came from her. "Ahhhhh, yes, yes! Mmmmmm, darling!"

Then, unexpectedly, Karen began to come. A screech of tormented ecstasy ripped from her mouth as the convulsions struck her. Her cunt grew tight, relaxed, became tight again as her son fucked his cock in and out. The orgasms were strong, making her shudder and shake from head to toe. It was as if the beast within her was throwing itself against the confining walls of her senses roaring with a raging pleasure that, until now, had been alien to her.

"I'm… coming!" she screamed. "I can't stop… I'm coming! Oh, coming so hard!"

Brett felt each of those hot spasms gripping his cock, squeezing with waves of heat. Holding himself up, he stared between their bodies, watching his mother beat her hairy

cunt brutally against his cock. He was so fascinated by what he saw, he wasn't moving. He held himself still and watched his mother slam her convulsing cunt up and down his cock, riding, beating, fucking.

"More! Oh, please… more!" Karen was sobbing. "I want more, Brett!"

Confused, Brett continued to hold himself up and watch her beat that hair-lined cunt back and forth on his cock.. It was amazing to him the power his mother had, the strength and endurance. Sally had never fucked him this way before. Sally was a damn good fuck, but not as good as his mother, the thought flashed through his mind.

Then he had no more time for any more thoughts. His mother's pussy was burning his cock, sliding up and down on his prick frantically. The orgasms rumbling through her caused her cunt to grip and suck at his prick, and his balls became very tight.

Again he became confused. He was about to come, and the question of coming into his mother's cunt flared brightly inside his mind.

But it was as it her pussy made his mind up for him.

He yelped, come juice spewing from his prick before he could decide.

Although she was coming in fiery waves of

ecstasy, Karen knew when her son came. She felt his cock swell and felt the increase of his cock's throbs. She jerked her cunt up against him, drawing his cocks deeply into her cunt. She yelled something that failed to penetrate his ecstasy, her cunt grinding at the base of his prick.

Karen, feeling her son's cock juice gushing into her cunt, screamed as her orgasms became more intense, and she thought her bones would shatter with the tight ecstasy. Her cunt seemed to be sucking the come juice from his cock, drawing his jism up from his tight balls.

Although her climax lasted only seconds, it seemed to go on for hours.

Slowly, Karen lowered her naked ass to the bed, releasing her grip behind her knees. She slipped her thighs down his sides, brushing them over his hips and then squeezed him between the exciting smoothness, eventually parting them to let him withdraw.

She sprawled on the bed, her legs wide, her cunt still twitching, and looked at her son from slitted eyes. He stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her, his cock glistening from the mixed juices of his come juice and her cunt.

They looked at one another for a long time, neither speaking.

Then Brett turned, pulling up his pants and leaving her in the room alone.

Karen threw an arm over her eyes and began to sob with humiliation and horror at what she had done. But it had not really been her, she told herself. It had been that beast pacing inside her body, the beast that demanded, devoured and made her believe she was going out of her mind.

She had allowed it to take control of her, absolute control. Never would she have fucked her son, she told herself. It was the beast, that fiery, gnawing animal inside her cunt. It made her feel better to blame her actions on some intangible something, that could not be seen, but certainly could be felt inside her.

One thing that helped her place the blame on something other than herself was that she knew she would not have fucked her ex-husband that way. She would- never have pulled her knees up and spread them, exposing her cunt so lewdly. If her fuck partner had been her husband, she would have simply opened her legs and let him shove his cock into her. She might have wiggled and thrust with him, but nothing more than that. She would not have exposed her so lewdly, so wantonly.

Therefore, it had not been her but the beast. Feeling better, she got off the bed and

removed her clothing, then walked into the bathroom and started the shower going, adjusting the heat and spray. She scrubbed her slender body, enjoying the water cascading down onto her.

Then she began to hum and sing softly.

She had not felt this good in ages, she thought. Her creamy, unblemished flesh glowed, tingled with a delightful sensation. She sang and hummed and washed her body, finally getting out, still humming happily.

Wearing a lovely sundress, her feet in low heeled sandals, she started from the bedroom. At the door she paused and frowned. She didn't have a bra on, nor panties. She started to turn back into the room, then a giggle burst from her.

"Fuck it," she whispered.

And she giggled again.

"That's right, fuck it!"

Singing softly, she went to the kitchen and prepared a cup of instant coffee. Karen hated instant coffee, but she didn't want to brew up a full pot and waste it. Brett, she noticed, had left the house.

She felt a mild sense of depression, but it lifted quickly. Sitting in the living room, on the couch where she had seen her son fucking Sally, she drank her coffee and spoke aloud to

herself.

"You damned old beast," she said to her stomach. "I'll show you. I'll have fun, too. You're not going to control me, damn you."

She was sure her cunt quivered.

She thought she could still feel her son's cock inside her cunt, deeply. She felt as if the lips were still stretched about his prick, and, too, she felt his prick throbbing in her. Karen wiggled her ass into the cushion, a smile on her face.

The beast, she realized, was not inside her stomach at all, but there between her long legs. The beast was her cunt. That insatiable, tormenting beast was her pussy. It was her cunt demanding satisfaction, demanding a hard cock, demanding a fuck.

But knowing this didn't help Karen at all. Her happy mood changed and she felt ashamed of herself. Brett would never love her again, never want to see her again, never want to touch her. He wouldn't want to be seen in public with her.

She didn't blame him.

She had acted shamelessly with him. She had exposed her cunt and begged him to fuck her. He was probably with his friends laughing about it now, laughing at her, his own mother. Or with Sally, telling the exquisitely cute girl

all those dirty details. Tears caine into Karen's eyes as the impact of her wanton behavior grew inside her.

She cupped her face and cried.

In her mind, she berated herself, degrading herself in a mental way. She called herself all those wicked names she heard applied to easy girls, girls who would fuck anyone, anytime, anyplace. But none of it helped. Her beast, her cunt, continued to throb hungrily.

She had another cup of instant coffee drinking half of it and pouring the rest down the drain. She walked through the house wringing her hands, still mentally cursing herself, cursing her insatiable private beast… her cunt.

When it grew dark, she was still alone. That reinforced her thought that Brett couldn't stand the sight of her anymore. When he had not come home by nine that evening, she went to her room and prepared for bed. Usually, Karen wore a nightgown, but this night she slipped between the cool, clean sheets naked. She lay there on her back, staring up at the darkened ceiling her thoughts whirling accusingly, and her cunt still demanding.

She couldn't sleep.

The lighted dial on her bedside clock was inching close to eleven, and still Brett had not

come home. She was getting concerned. He seldom stayed out after ten, even on weekends. But he had his girl friend now, and from what Karen had seen, Sally could help him occupy his time very well.

She imagined them fucking now, fucking someplace in the shadows, or maybe they were even out there in the garage, using the car for all she knew. The image caused her torment to become greater, and she felt a tinge of jealousy that was unexpected. A lurching, burning sensation came to her cunt, and she squeezed her thighs tightly. The pressure she caused upon those puffy lips and her clit caused a small and very quick orgasm to explode there.

"Oh!" she moaned softly as she came.

Balling her hands into fists, she beat softly upon the mattress, trying to drive the heat from her cunt, the demands out of her mind. But the images of her son's cock fucking into Sally's young cunt would not go away.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she muttered.

Tossing the sheet off, she climbed from the bed and walked through the darkened house and opened the door in the kitchen leading to the garage. She listened carefully, but there were no sounds at all.

They weren't there, and, with a feeling of relief, Karen returned to bed.

He had to be someplace, and he had to be with Sally. Maybe they were at her house. Before she stopped herself, she started to reach for the phone, but then she remembered she didn't know the number or even Sally's last name.

Sighing, she pulled her hand back. "Mother?"

At first she thought it was only in her mind. "Mother, are you asleep?"

She turned and saw the dim shadow of her son standing in the open doorway.