Loving mom's lips

CHAPTER THREE

"Brett?"

"Can I come in for a minute, Mother?" "Of course," she said, her heart leaping

inside her chest. She felt a burning feeling between her thighs and realized her clitoris had become swollen.

Brett came in hesitantly, and sat on the edge of her bed. It was dark in the room, but she could see his face dimly. Placing her hand on top of his, she waited for him to speak.

"About this afternoon, Mother," he said, then found he could say no more.

She waited, giving him time. Besides, there was nothing she could say either, at least nothing that would make any sense. She felt his hand shaking beneath hers, and she curled her fingers around his.

She became aware that her, son appeared naked. She could feel his thigh with the tip of one finger. His flesh felt hot, and, believing he was naked, caused a shiver go over her flesh, a shiver of unexplainable delight.

They remained silent, but their breathing seemed unusually loud. She felt her son clutching at her hand, and she tightened her grip. If the light had been on, her son would have seen the straining thrust of her tits, molded by the sheet, her nipples arching up in rubbery hardness. He would have seen the outline of her slender body beneath. But the lights were off and the room was too dark to see anything but dim shadows and faint outlines.

Karen was horrified to find she was lifting the sheet, pulling at her son, urging him to slip under it with her. Brett came without resistance, and they lay side by side under the sheet, holding hands but otherwise not touching. They both stared at the dark ceiling, both aware of heavy breathing, of the tensions

between them. When Brett shifted his body a little, her hand-the back of it-came into contact with his hip. He was not, as she had thought, naked. He was wearing his shorts. Karen wasn't sure she was glad of that or not.

For a long time they just rested there, both breathing heavily, both waiting, both almost afraid. Then Karen sighed, a long drawn-out sound. As she sighed, she drew her son's hand toward her body, making it touch her naked hip. She felt him tremble and her breath seemed to suddenly catch in her throat.

Very slowly, she began to rub the back of his hand against her hip, up and down, then in small circles. Brett did not resist and let her move his hand.

Then, without speaking, they turned to face each other. Karen still held his hand, and they lay there for some time, both of them trembling. Finally, Brett's other hand moved to his mother's side, and slipped up and over the round curve of her naked tit. When his fingers brushed the nipple, Karen mewled and their lips met. Kissing softly at first, the pressure increased as they opened their mouths. A tentative thrust of her tongue met his, and they licked the tips of each other's tongue almost tenderly. When Brett finally cupped her naked tits, Karen sighed and released his hand, her

fingers stroking the front of his tight shorts. She felt the hardness of his cock, and for a moment simply stroked up and down. Then, with a sob, Karen closed her fingers around his prick and squeezed hard.

"Ohhhhh, damn it!" she sobbed.

Brett's fingers dug into her tit, her nipple burning at his palm. She jerked on his cock, his shorts impeding her movement.

"Mother! Oh, hell, Mother!"

"I know, honey," she whispered, her voice choking. "Hush because I know."

Her cunt, that raging beast of a cunt, was demanding again, burning between her thighs. Karen shot her hand into his shorts, grabbing his cock tightly, holding, feeling his prick throb. She squeezed, then began to jerk up and down on his cock. With a grunt of pleasure, she felt his hand sliding toward her hips, then down in front of her. As he brushed his fingers through the thick curls of her pussy, Karen lifted her thigh and braced it with bent knee.

"Oh, God!" she whimpered as his hand moved between her thighs, cupping her steamy wet cunt. "Ooooo, Brett… darling!"

They began kissing furiously, tongues thrusting and licking and sucking. She jerked on her son's cock frantically, and his finger slipped into her cunt, flicking in and out as the

heel of his hand rubbed and agitated her inflamed clit. Their passions soared as they jerked and fingered and felt. She took his balls in her palm and held them as he stroked the hairy lips of her cunt, then plunged his finger back into her, fucking it in and out as she twisted her hips, moaning into his mouth, sucking frantically on his tongue.

Then she released him, sitting up in bed and throwing the sheet to the foot. They did not say anything, but Karen began to jerk at his shorts, drawing them down his hips and to his feet. When she had them off, she sat on her heels and grabbed his cock in one hand, his balls with the other. She beat up and down on his cock, squeezing and pulling at his balls. Brett was digging into one of her naked tits, twisting the nipple, pulling on it. They were breathing heavily, grasping as the desire seared their flesh. Karen pumped on his cock swiftly, her fingers tight; She brushed her thumb over the cockhead, across his piss hole, finding it slippery with seeping wetness.

With a sob, she flung a leg over him, straddling his body, standing up on her knees. She held his cock and rubbed his prick up and down the slit of her boiling cunt. Her body was shaking and her eyes were closed.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, and plunged her

cunt down onto his prick. She sat there on him, his cock deep inside her steamy cunt. For a moment, she remained still, then began to jerk bet hips to and fro, sliding her creamy hot ass about.

Brett was digging his hands into his mother's thighs high up, with his hands almost into the thatch of cunt hair, lifting his hips, arching up as she started fucking him.

Throwing her head back, Karen moaned loudly, her hips jerking, riding on his cock. The ecstasy of his prick deep inside her inflamed cunt, the powerful throbbing was so great, so intense she was almost out of her mind.

"Oh, baby, baby!" she wailed, her tight, shapely tits jiggling, her nipples jutting in hardness. "Ohhhhh, so good, darling! So damned good!"

The boiling of her blood made her vision hazy, but she could see her son's face. It was twisted with pleasure, his tongue caught between his teeth as she banged her hairy cunt up and down his thick prick. His fingers were digging into her thighs hard, almost enough to bruise her creamy flesh.

"Hot, Mother," he grunted. "So hot!"

"I know! I know!" Karen yelped, swinging her ass about in tight circles, grinding against

him. "I know I'm hot! I know."

Brett arched his hips high, trying to match her plunging cunt in movement. Karen banged hard onto him, squealing in a hot voice. The hair-lined lips of her cunt gnawed and flexed around his hard cock, working on his prick like a hot, hungry mouth. Her clit scraped up and down the shaft of her son's cock, searing and tingling. Every nerve in her lovely body was alive, alive with that most glorious of all ecstasy.

When her orgasm started, Karen screamed softly, the sound growing louder as her orgasm became more powerful. She was shaking with pleasure, grinding ecstatically onto his throbbing cock. She filled her cunt time and again with his wonderful, beautiful, fantastically hard cock.

"I'm coming," she hissed. "Ohhhh, darling, you're making me come! Ohhhhh, so good… so damned good!"

"I think I'm gonna come, too, Mother!" Brett groaned, as if trying to prevent his cock from exploding.

"Oh, yes! Please," she wailed. "Please come, Brett! I want it! I want it deep inside me… come, darling! Oh, God… come!"

Brett arched his hips as high as he could, fucking his cock deep into his mother's grasping cunt. Karen was lifted higher, almost standing on her knees as her son fucking his cock up and down, ramming his prick into In convulsing cunt hard and fast, grunting in a thick way.

A stream of come juice boiled from his cock, spattering the satiny walls of her overheated cunt. The jerking flood of his come juice spurting into her pussy sent Karen into a wailing, mindless ecstasy that was almost alien to her. Her naked body jerked and thrashed on top of him, her eyes squeezed shut, whimpers of delight bubbling from her lips..

Then, swiftly, all her muscles turned to liquid, losing strength. She fell forward, her son's cock clamped tightly by her still-gripping cunt. Her tits fell across his face and one nipple popped between his lips. While her naked ass writhed over him, his cock still up her cunt, Brett sucked at his mother's rubbery nipple, his tongue licking. She felt his hands sliding up her thighs, over her hips, then around to caress the creamy surfaces of her quivering ass cheeks.

She rested atop him, letting her ecstasy drain away slowly: His hands felt so good on her naked ass, sliding and touching and feeling. After a moment or so she pulled her nipple from his mouth and held herself up by her

hands, looking down into his young handsome face. Brett's eyes sparkled up at her, and he kept holding her ass.

Karen grinned suddenly.

Brett returned the grin.

"I guess we're sort of crazy, Brett," she said in a low whisper.

"Probably, Mother," he agreed.

"But I don't care. Do you?"

He shook his head.

"We can be as crazy as we want, don't you think, honey?"

He nodded his head, still grinning up at her.

"What about Sally now?" Karen asked.

"I don't know, Mother."

"You don't have to give her up, darling," she said. "You can still keep her for your girlfriend. I'll just be the spare. You know, when you need a piece and she's not around."

Brett's grin widened.

Karen wiggled her ass, giggling. Lifting from him, she rested at his side, one of her warm thighs across his, her hand cupping his cock and balls. Brett's arm cradled her head as they rested, both growing sleepy now. The beast between her thighs had stopped its pacing, stopped bellowing demands-for the time being.

When she woke up, her back was pressed

against her son's warm body. They lay in a spoon fashion and she felt his cock pressing against the crack of her ass. There was a heat to his prick, and his cock throbbed between her creamy ass cheeks. His arm was around her, his hand holding a firm, smooth tit. His cock was hard, and she shivered. Facing the window, she was aware of the sun high in the sky. She didn't have to look at the clock to tell her it was getting close to noon.

She wiggled her naked ass against her son's cock, feeling his prick respond with an eager throb. Her eyes began to glitter as she made soft cooing noises. She twisted her ass against him gently and slowly, enjoying the feel of his cock there.

Karen moved a hand between her thighs, shifting her position slightly. She drew the swollen head of his cock to the puffy lips of her hairy cunt. Gently, she inserted that precious smooth cockhead into her cunt, moving very slowly, savoring the pleasure of her son's cock fucking into her pussy again. He was still sleeping, his breathing hot and even on her back. Going very slowly, she moved her ass until she had the full length of his cock in her cunt. She held still this way for a while, not moving but enjoying the throbbing of his prick deep inside her. She cupped his hand which

rested on her tit, curling his fingers about the roundness.

Finally she began to move her ass, moving slowly and gently, fucking him as he slept. But Brett didn't stay asleep for long. She felt him squeeze her tit and his moist lips kissed her naked back.

"Mmmmmmm, good morning," she whispered, her hips in constant motion. "Good morning to you, Brett. And good morning to you, too, Mister Cock… Mister Hard Cock!"

Brett laughed, fucking his prick into her cunt as deep as he could, bringing a peal of giggling pleasure from his mother.

Karen drew her knees upwards, and her son scooted down a bit. His cock fucked in and out of her liquidy cunt easily, and Karen lifted one thigh so she could grasp his balls. She twisted and pulled them, but gently, as he fucked her slowly. Her ass would not be still. She was in constant motion, writhing against his lower stomach, feeling the heat of his flesh. It seemed to Karen that her son's cock went deeper than the night before.

The longer he fucked her, the better it felt. She began to mewl softly, twisting her ass about as he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt.

They fucked slowly, without the frenzy of the steaming, mindless passion of before. They fucked with love now. And, as her son's cock fucked in and out of her pussy, Karen was making some fast decisions. She didn't see why her son and his girlfriend, Sally, should be the only ones to really enjoy fucking. She saw no reason why she should try and contain that wild, constantly hungry beast between her thighs. It would be hopeless to try and tame it, to control it. It was too wild, too demanding.

"Fuck me," she whispered, hesitantly. "Fuck me, Brett!"

"Yeah, I will, Mother," he grunted from behind her, fucking his cock into her cunt harder. "I'll fuck you, Mother!"

She felt his tongue licking about her spine, running up and down it, then swirling about her shoulder blades. He was squeezing her tit hard, sending delightful shivers through her.

"Mmmmmm, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered softly, the words sounding good to her. "Fuck me, Brett… fuck me good, baby!"

"You have a hot cunt, Mother," she heard him saying at her back. "You're cunt is real hot and wet!"

A shiver shot up and down her flesh. She would not let Sally do anything she couldn't

do. Sally was a young girl, and she was in her early thirties if Sally could use those words to inflame and excite her son, she could too, and much better. Not that she felt there was any need to compete with the pretty girl. She felt more a desire to please her son than any sense of competition with Sally.

"Your cock is so hard, Brett," she breathed huskily. "You have such a hard cock, darling… and it feels so good in mother's cunt!"

Brett ran his tongue about her back, licking the silky flesh, his hips pumping.

"And your balls," she went on, rolling them about in her hand as she twisted her naked ass. "Your balls are so full and sweet, so precious. You come so much in me, honey. I love to feel your cock coming off inside me, inside my cunt, my pussy…twat…cunt…cunt, cunt!"

Brett was fucking her faster and faster, the words she was using inflaming his mind and passions. Karen wiggled her ass about for him, thrashing back and forth in time with his lunges. Her cunt was about to spasm with those deliciously sweet orgasms. She squeezed at his balls, pulling them, urging her son to squirt, to come, to flood, her steamy cunt with his thick, sweet come juice.

As the orgasms rippled through her, making

her stomach clutch and her tits tingle in tightness, her hairy cunt sucked at her son's cock with increasingly harder waves. The head of her pussy, the wetness, seemed to devour his hard, throbbing cock, eating at his prick, trying to suck his hard cock deep inside her body.

"Oooooo, baby, baby!" she cooed, writhing her ass back against him, drawing her knees higher and tighter. "Go real deep up my cunt! Ahhhhh, yes! That's it, Brett! Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck my hot cunt… come up my wet pussy! Oh, fill mother's hungry cunt with come juice, darling! Squirt it to me.. spurt it… gush it…"

"Uh… uh!" Brett grunted, fucking her pussy hard and deep. A long moan came from him as his cock spurted, sending the creamy juice from his balls deep into his mother's greedy cunt.

Karen squealed as she felt his cock spewing into her pussy. The hair-lined lips of her cunt seemed to grip his cock with a squeezing sensation, gripping and releasing. She moaned with the intensity of her ecstasy, arching her ass against him.

Brett hugged his mother tightly, his cock caught inside the tightness of her cunt. He fondled her tits and caressed her side, her hips and thighs. He kissed at her creamy back and

flicked about it with the tip of his tongue. Karen fondled his balls tenderly, her eyes closed as she savored the early fucking, the beast within her sated for the time being.