But Donna, feeling her son’s hands on her naked skin, almost half his cock stuffed into her bubbling cunt, whispered hotly to him. “Feel me, Billy! Feel my legs, feel my hips!”
Billy’s hands became feverish now, running from his mother’s knees to her hips, back and forth, time and again.
“Billy, it feels so good in me!” she hissed, and lowered herself down until every hard inch of her son’s cock was inside her cunt. His prick felt deep in her, and the sensitive pussy lips seemed stretched deliciously. Her clitoris throbbed at the base of his cock, and she sat there, shivering with pleasure while he ran his hands from her knees to her hips.
With a shiver, Donna began to grind her crotch, smashing the lips of her cunt hard at the base of his cock. She purred softly, then began to lift and lower her cunt, fucking him slowly. Pulling her hands from the back of the couch, Donna gripped her son’s shoulders, using the muscles of her thighs to fuck up and down his cock. She lifted her head, face toward the ceiling, eyes closed. Billy looked down at the way she was fucking him, but he couldn’t see much, only the upper curls of her cunt hair. But he was feeling… he was feeling something so good he wondered if he would come again. His balls felt hard, with a slight aching in them.
“Ohhhh, so good!” Donna whispered throatily. “So good, Billy! Ahhhhh, you’re so hard in me!”
Billy groaned, squeezing his mother’s hips.
“Hold my ass, baby!” Donna gasped. “You can hold Mother’s ass!”
Billy’s hands moved immediately past her hips. He cupped the cheeks of his mother’s smooth ass, feeling the heat of them. Donna lifted and lowered her crotch on his cock, fucking him slowly, but with increasing force. She wailed and hissed, mewled and moaned.
“Oh, Billy, hold my ass!” she yelped.
Billy’s hands grasped the cheeks of his mother’s ass, and Donna began to churn around, lifting and plunging her cunt down faster and harder onto his cock. She made soft, wet slapping sounds as she rammed down onto his prick. Her clitoris was scraping along the very hard shaft of his cock.
“Squeeze me, Billy!” she sobbed. “Squeeze Mother’s ass tight! Ohhh, hold my ass! God, it’s so good! This is wonderful, baby! Ohhhh, hold Mother’s ass tight! Squeeze Mother’s ass! Ahhhh, yes, darling!”
Billy’s grip on the cheeks of her ass enhanced the boiling sensations she felt in her cunt. With wild, wicked cries of ecstasy, Donna tossed her hips about, thrashing up and down on his cock. She listened to the wet sounds her cunt made, her eyes still closed as she savored the rapture. Her pussy was gripping her son’s cock with flexing waves of wet heat, as if sucking. It seemed that each time she rammed her cunt down, her pussy expanded around his cock, only to grab tightly as she lifted. Pulling up until the hot lips of her cunt held the swollen head of his prick, Donna made lewd circles with her ass, then banged down with a cry of ecstasy.
“Ohhhh, God! Ohhh, my God!” she cried out. “Fuck me, Billy! Fuck Mother! Give me that hard cock, baby! Ohhhh, yes, honey! Fuck me… I need your cock so badly!”
Donna was pounding frantically now, grinding and fucking with maddening churns of her naked ass. Billy clutched his mother’s ass desperately, feeling his balls swollen, his cock throbbing. He knew he was going to come again, but couldn’t tell his mother. His throat was constricted, and the only sounds that came from him were grunts and moans.
Donna thrashed with increasing wildness, riding his cock with her cunt swiftly. She was gritting her teeth as the swelling sweetness of an orgasm expanded in ha pussy. Her clitoris pounded with a threatening explosion. She smacked her cunt up and down faster and faster, ramming her son’s cock into her cunt with almost blinding speed.
“Fuck me!” Donna screamed. “Fuck me, fuck me! Ohhh, Billy, fuck Mother! My pussy is on fire, Billy! Mother’s pussy is burning up! Oooohhh, God, fuck it… fuck it! I’m going to come, Billy! Oooooh, make me come! Make Mother’s cunt come!”
Billy heard his mother’s words, and all he could do was make strangling sounds. He clutched her flying ass with tight fingers, lifting his hips up to meet the thrust of her cunt.
With a cry, Donna stabbed herself in the pussy with her son’s cock, smashing the puffy, hairy lips hard at the base. She began to grind wildly, gasping hotly.
“Now! Ohhhh, my God — now!” she screamed.
Billy felt his mother’s cunt grow tight around his cock, then he felt the strangest sensation ever. Donna’s cunt closed tightly about the tease of her son’s cock, a rippling action sucking at his prick. The spasms of her orgasm exploded through her with power, making her scream time and again.
Billy couldn’t stop.
His cock lurched deep inside his mother’s cunt, and then he sprayed thick, boiling come juice along the thirsty walls of her pussy. The deep pulsations of his squirting cock sent Donna into a second orgasm, or else drew her first out; she didn’t know which. She didn’t care which. The ultimate ecstasy was all that mattered to her. She felt her son’s cock gushing into her cunt, and her pussy squeezed and sucked by its own volition. She was no longer screaming, but sobbing with rapture, tears running from her eyes and down her juice-smeared cheeks.
Slowly her body became still. She sat astride her son, her cunt clamped about his cock, shuddering gently.
She leaned forward, resting her head on top of his, gasping and sucking in air. She felt her son’s hands still holding her naked ass, but he wasn’t squeezing now. He was gasping as loudly as she, his body relaxed beneath her.
After a while, Donna slipped her cunt from his cock and stood up. She cupped a hand between her thighs, feeling his come juice drip into her palm. She saw his cock, limp and exhausted now.
“That was lovely, Billy,” she whispered, leaning over to pick up her shorts. “Please, honey, don’t be ashamed.”
CHAPTER TWO
Donna didn’t think her son was ashamed of being fucked by her, but she had had to let him know she wasn’t.
As she bathed, she smiled to herself. She had been dancing suggestively in front of him for some months now, not really knowing what would eventually happen. She had known it excited him, and dancing always made her feel passionate.
When she had lifted her cunt off him, she had seen the wetness on his fly and jockey shorts. There was no doubt in her mind that Billy had never been fucked before. She was, though, surprised that his cock had remained so hard after coming so much. Donna had fucked a few men, but no one had ever kept a hard-on after coming off the way her son had. And he came so much, really squirted it out. She had read or heard someplace that a man came only enough to fill a tablespoon. Whether that was true or not, it wasn’t the case with her son. She was sure he could have filled three or four tablespoons, and it was thick and hot. Even her ex-husband, Billy’s father, had not come that much, nor had he kept a hard-on.
Donna prided herself on having a hot cunt, a cunt that could drain a man’s balls quickly and made his cock droop. But that wasn’t the case with her son, obviously.
Donna was an erotic woman, with delicious fantasies she had never been able to realize. She had exposed her inner self only twice before, once to her boyfriend in high school, and then to her husband. She had hoped they would indulge her fantasies, but what happened was they called her weird and strange and filthy. She didn’t think she was strange or weird. She had read a great deal. She felt frustrated most of the time. She dreamed of finding herself a partner with the same hungers she suffered with, and thought that if she would make herself available at singles bars and so on, she might find a man. But that was only a might, a very big might. Donna didn’t want to take such a chance on developing a relationship with another man, only to be kicked on her ass when she revealed her desires.
She was tired of the macho bullshit, tired of having to wait like a good little girl for some man to say what he wanted, then to be used by him. There was something wrong, she felt, when a man could have such desires, demand the woman perform them, and then call her a filthy slut and
bitch if she demanded to be satisfied by a man.
If her cunt was hot and wet, she was a hotass. If she sucked a cock off, she was dirty cocksucker. If she grabbed a man by his cock, she was too aggressive.
Donna was tired of the whole bundle of shit.
She wanted to be herself, wanted to be Donna. She wanted to let her hungers and desires be known, accepted, and enjoyed. She knew she had a lot to offer a man who was comfortable with his own wild desires, because Donna would not hesitate to feed them, provided her desires were fed, too. Stroke for stroke, Donna would give as much as she received.
Getting out of the tub, she fowled her slender body. Tossing the towel into the hamper, she padded naked into her bedroom. She stood and looked at herself in the huge mirror on the wall. She had installed the mirror long after her husband had gone. She loved to look at herself naked. She loved to see her saucy tits, her hairy cunt and curvy ass. The body was beautiful to her, something to enjoy.
Donna was about five-feet-eight. She had a rich auburn color to her hair, with coppery highlights that caught the sun. Her eyes were slightly almond-shaped, green with flecks of gold. Her nose was small and perfect for her oval-shaped face. Her lips were full and moist. She had a slender neck, and her tits had not changed in any way since high school. They still stood up in perky sweetness, firm, with lovely nipples half an inch long. Her nipples were a light-brown color, with a big circle of pebbled flesh surrounding them. She had a small waist and a flat stomach, with a becoming dimple of a belly button.
Her hips were round and shapely, and her legs, as men had said, went on forever. They were slim and shapely, and she loved to feel them wrapped about a man’s hips. The hair of her cunt was shaped like a fan, thick in the middle, thinning out toward her hip bones. Her cunt was sculptured, the lips puffy but not large. The tip of her clitoris protruded slightly from the folds of her pussy, just enough to touch her panties and remind her it was there.
She ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt, smiling at her reflection. Billy had certainly enjoyed her cunt, she thought. It was a shame she didn’t have a man to enjoy her pussy as well, a man who would accept her as she was without thinking she was strange.
Parting her thighs, she pulled at the lips of her pussy, enjoying the stretching feeling. Her clitoris bulged outward, and she smiled down at it. Brushing a fingertip over her clitoris, she felt an immediate response, and a shiver moved up and down her spine. She placed two fingers along her clitoris, and smashed it. A sigh of pleasure came from her. It had only been perhaps an hour since she had fucked her son, and already she wanted more cock. But that was no surprise to Donna; she thrived on hard cock, wanted prick all the time, inside her, outside her, and doing those wild things men had called her weird for.
Pulling on a fresh pair of shorts, white like the others, she wondered if her son was still in the living room. She squeezed herself into the tight shorts, adjusting them. Now that she had fucked him, she deliberately made certain her pussy slit was outlined, and even caused a few dark cunt hairs to swirl from the crotch. The white shorts were thin, and the darker shadow of her cunt hair could be seen through them.
She considered a blouse or sweater, and grinning impishly at herself, realized it no longer mattered.
Moving from her room, feeling delicious to have her tits free, she peeked into her son’s room, and it was empty. She peeked into the hall bath, and it, too, was empty.
Billy was still sitting on the couch in the living room. He had stuffed his cock back into his pants, and he sat there slumped, legs stretched, looking half asleep. He looked up at his mother as she entered, and Donna paused near the door. He gazed at his mother’s naked tits, then looked into her eyes.
“Well, baby, are you ashamed?” she asked.
Billy shook his head, then a grin spread over his young face, his eyes lighting up.
Donna leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing her hand on her hip. “I guess I said some pretty wild things, didn’t I?” Donna asked. “I couldn’t help it, Billy. Sometimes it gets that way.”
“It’s okay, Mother,” he replied, and she detected a quiver in his voice.
“What I said… those words,” she asked in a soft voice, “did they… excite you?”
“Yeah, Mother!” he said, enthusiastic, his eyes burning on her beautiful tits.
She lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, seeing they were still wet from her cunt. The bulging of his cock and balls made her tremble with hunger again. She ran her tongue over her lips, and started toward him. Billy caught sight of her crotch, and she heard him suck in a sharp hiss of air.
Standing near him, Donna leaned down slightly, and cupped her son’s crotch, squeezing his cock and balls gently. “Mmmmm, nice, honey,” she whispered softly. “Very, very nice.”
Billy parted his legs, arching his hips up.
“Ahhhh, you like this, huh?” She grinned at him, squeezing his cock and balls again.
Billy started to lift his hand to her tits, and stopped.
“Touch them if you want, baby,” she urged throatily. To show her son she meant it, she rubbed up and down the crotch of his pants, feeling his cock starting to swell. “You can play with Mother’s titties, Billy. You can play with them, feel them, pull them, squeeze them, suck them!”
Billy closed his hands about his mother’s tits, feeling the firmness. He teased her nipples, stroking them almost as if they were fragile.
“Twist my nipples,” Donna hissed. “Twist them and pull them. You won’t hurt them, baby.”
As he twisted and pulled at her nipples, Donna mewled softly, pressing down on his cock. When his prick was up and hard, she rubbed her palm along his cock.
“Let’s take it out again, okay, darling?”
“Oh, yes, Mother!” he replied, cupping her tits tightly.
For the second time Donna opened her son’s pants, and fished his cock out of his shorts. She lifted his prick free, and swallowed with delight to see the swollen cockhead again.
“Want me to talk dirty to you again?” she asked. She was almost afraid to ask her son, afraid he would be like all those others. But she had to ask.
“Yeah, Mother!” he said with enthusiasm.
Donna closed her fist about his cock, sitting down beside him. Billy turned on the couch, bringing his knees up and facing his mother. Donna held his cock, stroking and cooing softly while he toyed with her tits.
“You have a beautiful cock, Billy,” she said, slightly nervous. “It’s so hard and long and… oh, that sweet head! Did you enjoy feeling your cock inside my cunt? Was it good to feel Mother’s hot, wet pussy holding your lovely prick so deep?”
“Yeah!”
“Tell me about it,” she urged, pumping at his prick.
“It felt good, Mother.”
“Use the words, Billy,” she said thickly. “I want to hear you say those words.”
“I liked my cock in your cunt, Mother,” he said without hesitation.
“Would you like to fuck me again? Would you love to stick this beautiful hard cock in Mother’s hot cunt and fuck it again?”
“I sure would, Mother!”
“Oooh, so would I!”
She squeezed his cock hard, bringing a moan from her son. Holding his cock, she looked into his excited face. “Would you like to put your cock between Mother’s tits?”
“Could I, Mother?”
“I’d love for you to do it,” she said, sliding from the couch and standing on her knees. “Stand up in front of me.”
Billy stood, his cock waving from his pants.
“It would feel better if we took your pants down, honey,” she said softly.
She opened his belt. She pulled his pants down to his knees, and started to pull at his shorts, then stopped.
“We’ll leave these on for a while,” she whispered, pulling his cock to her tits.
She dipped her chin and watched as she rubbed the slit of his piss hole about her nipples, go
ing from one to the other. She smeared her nipples with the juices seeping from his cock. She pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side, exposing his balls. They were young balls, hairless, but full and lovely. She saw a bit of wiry hair at the base of his cock, and felt excited by his youth.
“Now, let’s take your shorts down,” she said softly, pulling them to his knees.
Billy shoved his hips forward and pressed his balls upon her tits. His cock throbbed near her throat. With a mewl, Donna ran her hands past her son’s hips, closing her fingers about the youthful cheeks of his ass, pulling him tight. She looked up at his hot face, her eyes glowing.
“Oh, it feels wonderful, Billy. Your balls feel so good on my tits.”
By his own accord, Billy twisted his hips, rubbing his balls on her titties, his cock pressing at her neck, dripping.
“Put your cock between Mother’s titties,” she said.
Billy placed his cock between them, and Donna pressed her tits around it. “Ooooh, I can feel your cock throbbing, honey!” she purred hotly. “You feel so good between my tits.”
She lowered her chin, and felt the head of his cock brush that hot wetness on it. Tucking her chin lower, she kissed the head of her son’s cock, holding her tits tightly.
“Would you like to come off in my face again, Billy?”
“I thought that made you mad, Mother,” he said. “I couldn’t help it.”
“I didn’t mind.” She grinned at him, rubbing her tits up and down his cock. “I wanted it to happen, honey. I wanted you to come off… in my face.”
She closed her tits tightly about her son’s cock, kissing the head again.
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