Two-way mother

CHAPTER THREE

"Shit!" Donna complained.

Mike jerked up, reaching for his cut-offs. But Donna stopped him. She rushed to the bedroom door and closed it, putting a chair against it to prevent her youngest son from barging in. She listened with her ear against the door. Mike was showing fear, but not so much that he stopped looking at his mother. As she stood at the door, he gazed at her long, slender legs and satiny thighs, the curve of her rounded, tight ass, the side view of one tit.

"It's okay," she said softly. "Ted is making noise in the kitchen."

She turned back to Mike. "You know your brother, when he's hungry he'll be in there eating for an hour. That's plenty of time."

She returned to Mike, and pushed him back on the bed again. She climbed onto the bed, above her oldest son, her knees brushing along his thighs. Her tits dangled at his face as Donna positioned her naked body above him, on her hands and knees.

With a soft giggle, she swung her tits across Mike's face.

"Suck them, honey," she urged. "Suck on my tits!"

Mike, his cock driving him, opened his mouth as his mother pushed one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. When he closed his mouth on her tit, sucking it. Donna purred, her eyes closing with pleasure. She lowered her tit until it smashed at her son's face. Mike's body trembled, and he placed a hand on her hip, tentatively. Donna lifted her hand and moved his palm about her hip, down her thigh, then brought it up onto her naked ass. She pressed his hand there, making his fingers curl into her flesh.

"Mmmmmm, suck hard, baby!" she cooed. "Suck Mother's tit real hard!"

Mike sucked, his tongue licking, his hand on her ass starting to slide and move now. Donna wiggled, mewling.

"Oh, yes, Mike. Feel me, baby! Run your hand all over Mother's body! Touch me all over. Feel me, darling!"

Mike ran his hand feverishly about his mother's ass, touching and caressing, his fingers brushing the soft hairs of her cunt as he moved his fingers along the split of her hot ass. He squirmed beneath her as he sucked at her tit. Touching her excited him the way he had expected it. He had wondered what it would be like to feel a girl, a naked girl, and all his expectations were coming true.

Donna's flesh rippled with delicious sensations as her son ran his hands about her flesh. She shivered and purred. She had missed this for a long time, almost forgotten how good it felt to have a hot hand touching her body.

She lifted up, pulling her tit from her son's mouth, looking down at him with blazing eyes.

"Now, baby!" she moaned. "Oh, God… Mike, Mother wants it now!"

She pressed her crotch down, twisting it as her cunt searched for his throbbing cock. She felt his smooth cockhead slide along her inner thigh, brush across the wet, puffy lips of her cunt, then slide up toward her asshole. Mike, just as eager as, or more than, his mother, shoved his hand down there and positioned his cock.

Donna placed her fiery cunt on his cock-head, and then pushed down. She held her breath, feeling her son's cock slide into her cunt, spreading her sensitive cunt-lips with the throbbing hardness.

"Ohhhh, God!" she cried out as her cunt crushed onto the base of his cock. "Mike! Ohhhh, baby!"

She dropped her weight onto him, wrapping her arms about his neck and holding him tightly. Her firm tits flattened on his chest, her nipples searing his flesh. Mike was holding the cheeks of his mother's writhing ass, one in each hand, straining his cock up into her gripping cunt. Donna could feel Mike's cock throbbing against the tight lips of her pussy, her clit pressing at the base. She sucked in a deep breath of air, and lifted her hips, her cunt pulling upward on his cock. She moved slowly, feeling every ridge of his lovely hard cock. She lifted her ass until she had just the swollen head of his cock inside her cunt. She held it for a moment, then lunged her cunt down hard and fast.

"Ahhhhh!" Mike moaned.

"Oh, yes, baby!"

Clutching him around his neck, Donna began to hump her naked ass up and down, fucking her son. Her only movements were in her hips, her hot thighs pressing tightly against his. Her ass bounced and twisted as she lunged up and down. Each thrust of her cunt pushed the breath out of Mike's lungs, making him grunt softly.

Donna squealed in delight, her wet cunt making his cock slippery. Her cunt-lips clutched his cock tightly, then opened, tightened again. It was all involuntarily. Donna had no conscious thought of what her cunt was doing. Mike's hands clung to her dancing ass tightly, his fingers squeezing at her firm ass-cheeks.

"Ohhhh, this is wonderful!" Donna hissed. "Oh, Mike, you're so hard and I'm so wet! Ohhhh, your cock is perfect for my cunt! I can feel your cock stretch my cunt open… fucking it! Listen to that wet sound, baby! Hear Mother's wet cunt fucking your cock!"

Mike didn't say anything. He was almost dazed with pleasure. His hands clutched his mother's bouncing ass tightly, his hips lifting up to meet the wild thrusting of her cunt. He didn't move his hips, but held them high and let her ride his cock as fast as she could.

Donna gasped and cried out with ecstasy. Her hips pounded up and down, her cunt smacking against the base of her son's cock, feeling his rounded cock-head push so deliciously into her greedy, fiery cunt. Her knotted clit scraped along the hard shaft of his cock, sending fire through her crotch. She twisted her ass, arching and straining. The sensations of her son's cock inside her cunt caused her to lift her head, eyes bulging, her lips parted. She curled her fingers into his hair, pulling as she squealed and cried out.

"Hold my ass, Mike!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, hold Mother's ass tight, baby!"

Mike curled his fingers into her dancing ass. His cock was being burned by his mother's searing cunt, blistering him. His balls were almost painfully tight at the base, loaded with hot come.

"Feel it, Mike!" Donna hissed, ramming her cunt up and down his cock in a frenzy. "Feel Mother's cunt fucking your cock! Can you feel how wet and hot Mother's pussy is! Oooooh, baby, I love your cock! I love the way it feels in my cunt! Ooooh, honey, fuck me! Fuck Mother, Mike!"

Mike tried to work with her, but Donna was pounding up and down much too frantically, and all he could do was hold her ass tightly. Donna whipped her naked ass about lewdly, grinding her bubbling cunt furiously onto his cock, making little screwing motions at times, and pumping up and down at others.

Her mind reeled dizzily with pleasure. Donna could feel every sensation in every part of her naked body. It was, in a way, better than those wild times with her husband. Swinging her ass with abandon, pumping her cunt up and down on her son's cock, she cried out with soft sounds, clutching his hair in her hands. Her clit became inflamed more than ever, and there was a wild, powerful orgasm swelling inside her lower stomach. She sobbed lewdly as she increased the sliding movements of her cunt on his cock. Now, she was fucking her son with wicked, almost uncoordinated thrusts. She pounded and twisted her hungry cunt madly onto his cock, her head lifted high, neck stretched. She gasped hotly.

"I'm getting there, Mike!" she groaned. "Ohhhh, baby, I'm getting ready to come! Ahhhh, so fucking good, Mike! Can you feel Mother's cunt about to come? Oooooh, I'm going to explode! Oooooh… ahhhh, there!"

With a wild lunge, Donna rammed her cunt hard onto her son's cock, her hairy cunt-lips clutching with hot spasms. The rippling waves of her orgasm along the hardness of his cock made Mike cry out.

"Oh, give it to me!" Donna sobbed.

Mike clawed at his mother's grinding ass tightly, and with a groaning grunt, sprayed the walls of her pussy with boiling come. The squirting come-juice came rapidly, making Donna cry out with rapture. They strained hard together, Donna's cunt pulling on her son's gushing cock. Their moans mingled as one, both of them shuddering with the intensity of their ecstasy.

Slowly, Donna's body relaxed, everything loosening up at the same time. Her muscles, even her bones, felt like jello. She breathed deeply, her tits smashing against her son's chest again. She trembled as her son ran his hands up and down her satiny back, over the swells of her shapely ass and upper thighs. His cock was no longer inside her cunt, but resting against her still pulsating, hairy cunt-lips.

"Am I too heavy?" she whispered after a while.

"Ahhhh, no, Mom," he breathed. He wrapped his arms about her waist and hugged her tightly.

"Well, let me loose, anyway," she said, a half giggle in her voice.

When he released her waist she rolled onto his bed at his side. She looked at his face, seeing nothing but pleasure there. Mike had the beginnings of a mustache, and she realized he would have to start shaving soon. Tenderly, she caressed his face as he turned his head and looked at her.

"Was it good, honey?" she asked.

"It was great, Mom."

"Does that mean you'll want more?"

"As much as you'll give me," he said, cupping one of her tits and fondling it without nervousness now. "All I can get."

With a giggle, Donna scooted tightly against him, hugging him.

"That might be more than you can handle," she whispered as the tip of her tongue probed his ear. "I'm a pretty hot and greedy piece."

"Piece of what?" Mike teased, pulling her nipple.

"Piece of ass, you nut!" she said, slapping his hand off her tit. "I may want more of that cock than you can give me!"

"Could Dad handle it, Mom?" he asked.

"That's none of your business," Donna said, sitting up. "But yes, he could handle it very well. Now it's time for you to see if you can take care of it."

"If I can't, I'll get help," Mike laughed.

Donna was picking up her shorts. She turned and gazed at him. "Oh, you would, would you? I suppose you have someone in mind, too."

"Maybe," Mike said, watching as his mother stepped into the shorts. The front of them was still wet where he had come on them. Donna, knowing he was watching, wiggled her ass more than usual to pull the tight shorts up. She pulled the zipper and then slipped her arms into the shirt, eyeing him.

"Anyone I know?" she asked, enjoying the game.

"Maybe," he said.

"Mike, I won't be putting out for just anyone," she said, her eyes going serious. "I'm hot, yes, but I'm particular. I haven't had cock since your father died until today. I've been going out of my mind for it, too, but I won't fuck just anyone."

"I didn't think you would," he said. "If you did, I wouldn't want you for my mother."

"Even though I fuck good?" she teased, her eyes flirting with him.

"Even that, Mom," he replied, stepping into his shorts. "Who wants a fucking slut for a mother?"

"Oh, so I'm a slut, am I?"

"Mom, I didn't mean it that way," Mike said quickly. "I meant a girl who takes on all the guys. You'd never do that."

"You're right, I wouldn't," she lied softly. "I knew what you meant in the first place, darling. You're not the kind of guy what would pass a girl around, I know."

Mike started laughing.

"What's so funny?" she asked. "Do I have a tear in my shorts or something?"

"We're talking like you were my girl, Mom, not my mother."

"Well, I can be both, I'd say," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

"That would be nice, Mom."

She stuck her tongue out at him, waggling it suggestively. "You may have more of a girl than you think in me. Just don't be surprised at my appetites."

"I won't," he promised, watching her move the chair from the door and opening it.

Donna peeked outside, then slipped away as if she felt guilty, turning toward her own room.

She was sweaty, and peeled her clothes off again as the tub filled with water. As she soaked in the tub, she thought how it happened, not at all surprised. When a boy had his cock so close to a girl, he was bound to become hard, she thought. What made her feel good, was Mike was eager for it. Not only eager then, but wanted more of her. Leaning on the rim of the tub, she closed her eyes and relived fucking her son. It felt as if his cock was still inside her cunt, and she wiggled deliciously.

She dried her body as the water ran out of the tub, then stepped into her bedroom and pulled on an attractive house dress. She was naked under it, the first time she had been naked under a dress since her husband had died. She brushed her long, soft hair, and when she finished, she felt presentable enough to join her two boys.

She found them playing a dice game.

Mike looked up at her as she entered, his eyes taking in her dress. Since Ted's back was toward her, she gave Mike a lewd wink as she sat on the couch, carefully tucking her skirt about her long thighs. Mike began to slowly lose interest in the game as she watched them. He kept looking at her, and after making sure Ted couldn't see, she drew her hand up to her tits, smoothing the dress over them so they were outlined for Mike, her nipples protruding enticingly.

There was something exciting about teasing Mike while Ted sat there with his back to her, unaware of what was going on. Hoping her youngest son would see the expression on Mike's face, Donna grinned as she slipped the hem of her dress past her knees. Then she lifted her dress, parted her legs quickly, giving Mike a quick look at her naked cunt, then she closed her legs and smoothed the dress over them again.

Mike glanced at his brother, then back at her. Donna shook her head in warning, nodding toward Ted. Ted was hunched over, absorbed in the game board. Donna glanced down at the front of Mike's cut-offs, trying to see past the fringed legs. But he was sitting in such a way nothing showed.

Every time Mike glanced at her, she would open her knees wide, flash her naked cunt at him, grin and stick her tongue out, then close her legs quickly. She toyed with the neckline of her dress, and with a quick motion, exposed her tit, fast, but every inch of it. Mike was starting to breathe fast, making noises. She placed a finger at her lips to warn him, but Mike paid no attention. Besides, what she was doing excited him, and he had difficulties controlling his breathing.

She lifted her skirt, opened her knees very wide, wider than she had so far, with her ass moving toward the edge of the cushions. She held her exposure longer than before, and then her youngest son turned his head.

Donna dropped her skirt and clamped her legs swiftly, but it was too late. Ted had seen her cunt, too.

Her face felt warm, and she turned her eyes down shyly to her lap, feeling suddenly as if she were a little girl caught doing something very naughty, but deliciously naughty.

Ted looked away quickly, glanced at his older brother, and then back at the game board. But his interest was gone now.

Donna trembled.