Loving mom's lips

CHAPTER FOUR

It was strange, Karen thought, how a person could go through so many years without really knowing anything about herself. Then, bang, overnight she becomes a different person.

She had beard that people go through various changes in seven-year cycles, but had not paid much attention to that. She had not noticed any changes in herself-until lately. She had now become a different person than she had been. It was as if she wanted to make

up for lost time, the time lost lacking the erotic aspects of living, the excitement, the enjoyment of fucking.

Knowing that her son showed no signs of reluctance to fuck her, Karen suppressed any feelings of shame or guilt, too. Surprisingly she felt no jealousy toward his girlfriend. She didn't care how often he fucked the pretty girl, or where he fucked her. In a way it was exciting, knowing he was sticking his cock into that young cunt and then fucking her later. She knew that her son loved her, and that, by him fucking Sally, she wasn't losing anything.

Fucking could be easily separated from love, Karen knew. A hard cock and a wet, hot cunt were not necessarily love. But it sure as hell was fun!

She knew her son was waiting right now for Sally to call him. She knew they had a date for this afternoon, and it was up to Sally when she could get away from her own home. And she knew Brett and Sally seldom went on real dates. The dates they had were fucking dates, not the movie and hamburger dates other teenagers had.

Her son's relationship with Sally was based almost solely on fucking. Brett had talked enough about Sally so that Karen knew the girl dated other boys, but those were movie dates.

As far as Brett knew-and he was certain of it-he was the only one fucking the sweet little creature. It was as though Sally was leading a double life, one of outward virginity and one of wild fucking. That didn't make Karen feel any the less for the girl. She could easily associate with the double life. She; too, presented the perfect picture of a loving, caring mother to those outside her home, and in private she was fucking her son like the insatiable nymphomaniac she was becoming.

The secrecy of fucking her son was exciting to her too, like eating the forbidden fruit. Doing something absolutely unacceptable to society went streaming tingles of excitement racing up and down her creamy smooth flesh.

Karen sat on the couch next to her son as he waited for Sally to call. She had one arm over his shoulder and the other hand in his lap. She was stroking his cock inside his pants, her skirt high on her long thighs.

"If-she don't call soon," Karen whispered into his ear softly, "There won't be much of a hard-on left for her."

Brett grinned and fondled his mother's thigh. "I always have a hard-on," he said.

"Brag, brag," she teased.

He poked a finger toward her cunt, and Karen squealed and pressed her thighs

together, capturing his hand between them. She thrust the tip of her tongue into his ear, and at the same time grabbed his cock through his pants. Brett jerked his hand free of her tight thighs and closed his fingers about one of his mother's arching tits.

"Mmmmm, you like that tit, do you?" she whispered into his ear. "Well, I like this cock!"

She opened his pants and pulled his prick free, wrapping her fingers around his cock and jerking up and down. She ran her tongue into his ear again, and her son dug into her tit, making her moan in pleasure. She squeezed his cock hard, then jerked rapidly.

Taking her arm from around his shoulders, she fondled his prick with two hands. Brett ran his arm about his mother's shoulder, hugging her as she rested her head on his chest, watching his cock as she toyed with him. The piss hole was wet again, beads of clear liquid seeping from it. She drew her fist up tightly, bringing more liquid forth. Her eyes were glassy and her cunt was pulsating with increasing heat and wetness.

It was a moment or so before she felt the pressure of her son's arm around her shoulders. He was trying to push her face downward, and she lifted her head and looked

into his eyes. "What is it you want me to do, darling?"

Brett didn't say anything, his eyes glazed with desire.

"Does Sally do that for you?" Karen asked. "Does she let you stick your cock in her mouth?"

Brett nodded.

"And you want to stick it in my mouth?"

Again he nodded.

Karen stared into her son's eyes for a long time. She finally said, her voice a soft whisper, "I don't really know how to do it, darling."

"Just put it in your mouth, Mother," he said in a thick voice. "I'll do the rest."

"You're sure Sally lets you do this?" "She sucks good cock, Mother." "Sucks… cock," Karen whispered, the phrase sounding strange to her. "Sucks cock…you mean she's a cocksucker?" "And a damned good cocksucker, Mother."

"You want me to be a cocksucker for you, too, don't you." she asked.

Brett didn't say anything, just waited. Karen gazed back at his cock. The piss hole was quite wet and slippery now. She ran her tongue over her lips, and her son pressed at her head, urging her to go downward. She didn't

resist him. Her head rested on his stomach now, her mouth only inches from the swollen head of his cock. She could feel her son's stomach quivering in desire, and his cock lurched in her fist.

She felt her son's hand on the back of her head, pressing her down slowly. "Take my cock in your mouth, Mother," he urged.

Karen's lips were closed when the wet head of his cock touched them. She felt the heat and wetness of his prick smear her lips, and she slowly allowed him to press the smooth head of his cock between them. Her lips stretched, and the smoothness of his prick felt like satin as she made a tentative lick with her tongue. The wetness had a sweet sort of taste to her, and she found she didn't mind it in the least. She held his cockhead with her lips and ran her tongue over the head, feeling him pressing her head down more, urging her to suck the full length of his cock into her mouth.

Brett lifted his hips as he pressed his mother's head down, and that drove his cock deeper. Karen could feel the hardness now, the heat, and her lips tingled in a delicious way. He shoved more of his cock into her mouth, then began to fuck up and down slowly.

Karen mewled about his prick, enjoying the feel of his cock inside her mouth, the taste of

his prick. She liked the way his cock throbbed against her lips. She rested her cheek on his lower stomach, letting him fuck into her mouth, her lips gripping his cock tightly. She pressed her fingers into his thigh, her eyes closed. He arched up and down, fucking her mouth slowly, and Karen found herself taking his prick all the way. The smooth roundness of the cockhead probed at her throat, and she found it easy to accept without gagging or choking. He started fucking her mouth faster, and Karen began to moan softly, her tongue licking the prick shaft. She dug her fingers into his thigh hard, feeling her cunt convulse with an orgasm.

With her head resting on his stomach, Brett could arch his cock up and down, fucking into his mother's mouth as she passively accepted it. Although Karen wasn't bobbing on his cock, there was an appeal to having his prick in her mouth this way that caused her cunt to spasm with ecstasy. She loved the tingling stretching of her lips around the throbbing hard-on.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly as he fucked in and out of her accepting mouth. "Mmmmmmmm!"

Dragging her hand along his thigh, she tried to cup his balls, but his pants were in the way.

She had to satisfy herself by rubbing her palm up and down his crotch.

"Your mouth is so hot and wet, Mother!" she heard her son gasping. "Really hot! like your cunt! Ohhhh, Mother, suck me… suck my cock!"

Karen began to move her mouth now. As her son came up, flicking his prick into her mouth, she went down, taking his cock deep. As he pulled outward, she sucked up, drawing on her son's cock hard as her tongue scraped the throbbing cock shaft. Soft squealing moans kept bubbling from her as she sucked.

Her mind was whirling with the pleasure she felt. The hot desire to devour his cock completely was very strong. She wanted to suck his prick down into her throat as deeps as she could, literally eat his cock from his body. She squeezed her eyes tight as she clung to his cock with her burning lips. A shiver of ecstasy rippled up and down her flesh.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned again. "Mmmmmmm!"

"Suck it, Mother!" Brett was grunting, fucking his cock up and down and pressing at the back of her head. "Suck my cock! Ohhhh, so damned hot.., such a hot mouth, Mother! Ahhhh, suck my cock deep… suck it down your cocksucking throat!"

By the time the frantic words had ended, Brett was fucking his cock back into her mouth, and Karen was eating like a demented woman, sucking in a frenzy of erotic lust, her tongue swirling wetly as she gripped his prick with tight lips.

With a loud grunt, Brett arched upwards, fucking his cock to the back of her throat. Karen gobbled hard. A squirt of come juice splashed against her throat, rolling down before she realized he was coming. As the frothy come juice slithered down her throat, she gave a muffled scream and began to suck up and down on hit cock with furious motions; her tongue whipping all about.

Her mouth filled with spurt after spurt and she found her curt exploding in a series of orgasms, causing her ass to twist and her thighs to squeeze. The come juice ran over her tongue, coating it before sliding down her throat. The taste of her son's come juice was like a precious nectar to her, and she swallowed greedily, her tongue swinging in short, tight

circles about the spewing piss hole every chance she had. She was moaning as loudly as her son, the ecstasy within her own body as powerful as his.

Karen's lips gripped her son's discharging cock tightly, just past the head of his prick now as he finished coming. Her tongue licked hotly about the piss hole, and she took the final spurt of thick, creamy come juice into her mouth.

Even then, Karen didn't want to release his cock. She continued to cling to his prick with her lips, her tongue moving. She pulled his cock completely into her mouth again, rolling her tongue about as her son slumped back on the couch, panting heavily. He was no longer pressing at her head. He was now running his fingers through her hair, caressing her gently.

That was when the phone rang.

"No, please," she pleaded as her son picked it up. "Don't answer it, darling."

But he was already talking to Sally. Karen began to open his pants all the way, sliding to the floor and onto her knees, dragging his pants to his feet as he talked to his girlfriend. Exposing her son's cock and balls, she shoved her face to them, nuzzling hotly, kissing at them with her wet, hungry lips. She paid no attention to what he was saying to Sally. She

was totally absorbed with his cock and balls. His come juice, the taste of it, still lingered in her mouth, and the only thought Karen had was to suck him off once more, to have his cock spew that rich, delicious come juice into her mouth again.

Bits and pieces of his conversation broke through her fogged mind, but his words made no sense at the moment. She gazed at his cock and balls, spreading his knees wide. His balls hung down heavily, and his cock rested on his stomach. Karen gripped his hips and shoved her mouth into his crotch, kissing wetly and nuzzling about, mewling with erotic pleasure. She licked her tongue along the shaft of his cock, then down to his balls. She flicked her son's balls with the tip of her tongue, then licked at his thighs along the sides of his balls, back to the shaft of his cock.

And Brett kept up a running conversation, looking down at his mother as she kissed and licked him. His cock was swelling again, lifting to meet his mother's lips and darting tongue. Karen dipped her face and opened her mouth wide, then sucked her son's balls in. She sucked at his balls, her eyes closed, mewling with pleasure as her tongue licked them. His cock lifted into complete hardness again, jerking and waving as she mouthed his balls the

way a small puppy would play with a toy or a bone.

Karen's fingers dug into his hips tightly, her long nails almost scratching his flesh. Releasing his balls, she raced her wet, hot tongue up the underside of his throbbing cock. She held the base with one hand and ran her tongue about his piss hole, circling the smooth prick head, licking with soft murmurs of pleasure. She tapped the tip of her tongue against his piss hole, and, as she tasted the seeping juices there, her murmurs became whimpers of delight.

Holding the phone in one hand, Brett caressed his mother's cheek with the other, running his fingers to her chin, then to her ear, then to her cheek again. Karen's body shook as a shiver flowed through her. She gazed for a long time at the smoothness of his cock, watching the clear juices seep out of his piss hole. Her eyes were smoldering with hunger. She pressed her lips to the head of his cock and kissed, sliding her hand to his balls. With a soft moan, Karen opened her lips wide, and sank her mouth onto his cock again. She closed her lips about the hard cock shaft and slowly went down on him, as if impaling her face on a huge, long rod. She went all the way down, her lips writhing at the base as her

throat began to work on the head of his prick. Finally she sucked upwards, and her eyes, open again, took on a fiery, glassy expression.

She began to suck her son frantically.

Karen was holding his hips again, mouthing him in a wild way, and Brett was arching his cock up for her, still talking on the phone to Sally. Karen was so involved, so hungry for his cock and creamy come juice, she could no longer hear his words. Her whole being was wrapped up in the hard throbbing of her son's prick. Her cunt was slippery with wetness; and the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs were wet as fuck juices ran along them. On her knees, she writhed her ass as she leaned into her son's crotch, her face bobbing up and down, her lips tight, her tongue twisting and swirling.

She lifted his balls and pressed them against her chin, loving the feel of them there. Holding his cock deep in her mouth, she rubbed his balls on tier chin, moaning as her cunt went through a small series of delicious contractions.

"Mother… Oh, Mother!"

Karen's eyes opened as the word came through to her. With her mouth wrapped about his cock, she looked up at him. He still had the phone at his ear, but his expression

was that of a young boy about to experience the ultimate pleasure in a very few moments. Karen's eyes flashed wickedly at him, and she sucked harder, fucking his cock with her mouth with rapid up and down movements.

"I'm about to come again, Mother!" Brett groaned, lifting his ass high. "You're gonna make me come again! Oooooo, suck hard, Mother! Suck my cock hard!"

The spurting of his come juice for the second time in less than half an hour sent Karen's cunt into a boiling orgasm. Her hand left his hip and shot between her thighs, pressing hard against her convulsing cunt. Her throat worked to swallow the swift gushing of his come juice, her tongue licking as she raced her tight lips up and down his cock.

Whimpering in hungry ecstasy, Karen swallowed noisily, drinking from the spurting piss hole of her son's prick. Her eyes glazed over as the intense ecstasy seemed to wrap her whole body up with a heat that seared her flesh.

By the time she had finished sucking him off, Brett had replaced the telephone. He was again slumped on the couch, his chest heaving up and down, smiling widely at his mother as she sat back on her heels, licking her lips and grinning like a well-satisfied kitten.

She was still sitting there on her heels when Brett left the house.

Getting to her shaky legs, she stood for a moment and ran her tongue over her puffy lips. They still tingled nicely as she turned toward her room. She undressed and climbed into a hot, bubbly bath. Relaxed and feeling great, she slowly splashed hot water and bubbles over her tits and nipples. There was still a sweet sensation in her cunt..

She stayed in the tub for a long time, reliving the pleasure of the past two days. The pacing beast in her cunt seemed to be pacified, at least for the time being. It was not roaring and demanding as before.

With her head resting on the rim of the tub, bits and pieces of her son's telephone conversation came to her.

Suddenly she bolted upright, her eyes enormous and her mouth gaping.