She walked swiftly, searching, almost ready to burst in tears because of her torment.
She found the restrooms at the far end of the mall, and she rushed into the women’s room. Two sinks were along one wall, with two closed stalls opposite. She rushed into a stall, closing and locking the door.
Almost feverishly, she yanked her white skirt to her waist, pushing her bikini panties to her knees and sitting down on the toilet. Her hand moved through the softness of her thick pussy hair as she leaned back. Her finger touched her cunt, finding it swollen and hot.
She was slowly rubbing her clit when she realized she was not alone in the restroom.
Cupping her hands over her cunt, she opened her eyes. Then she heard the soft sounds coming from the stall next to hers. Her first instinct was to pull her panties up and flee, but realizing that would be foolish, she began to rub at her aunt again. She could not be seen.
“Oooooh, Mom!”
Lisa jerked.
“Shhhh! Let Mommy make it better, honey.”
Lisa strained to hear, wondering what this was all about. She looked around, and noticed a small hole cut into the wall between the stalls. Feeling like a sneak, she leaned over and pressed her eye to the hole.
She saw a woman’s face, a quite pretty woman about her own age. But that wasn’t all she saw. She saw a hard cock jutting toward that face. She could not see anything of the man, only his cock and balls. But that was enough to tell Lisa it was not a man but a boy about Johnny’s age.
Her response at seeing this was a surprise to Lisa. Her desire increased a hundred fold as she pushed her palm tightly against the hairy, soft lips of her pussy.
“Do it now, Mom,” the boy said, pushing his cock to the woman’s lips.
“You want it fast, don’t you, darling?”
Lisa saw the woman’s hand cup the boy’s balls, watched her rub her lips over the smoothly swollen head of his cock. Lisa’s breathing was getting hot and heavy, her hand rubbing at her cunt as she watched with blazing eyes.
Lisa gasped as she saw the woman take the boy’s cock into her mouth, sucking it slowly. The woman’s ovaling lips slid to the base of the boy’s cock.
Running her tongue over her lips, Lisa eased her middle finger into her cunt. She felt as if her pussy was boiling between her thighs. Her cunt was so very wet now.
“Oooooh, Mom! That’s so good!”
The woman moaned as she sucked back and forth on his cock.
Lisa watched. She could hear soft, wet, sucking sounds. Her cunt clamped around her buried finger, and instead of thrusting in and out, she held it deep inside, the heel of her hand smashing against her clit.
The boy was pumping his hips now, his hand resting on his mother’s shoulder. The woman didn’t seem to mind it as the boy fucked into her sucking mouth. She seemed to enjoy it.
Lisa, fascinated, pressed her forehead against the dividing wall.
The woman twisted and squeezed the boy’s balls slowly and tenderly, her lips gripping his sliding cock hungrily. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, her expression passionate.
The boy began to pump faster, gasping loudly.
The woman darted her face back and forth. He’s going to come in her mouth Lisa thought. He’s going to squirt it in her mouth!
“Mom! Ohhhh, now, Mom!” the boy grunted.
Lisa saw him stiffen up, his hips thrust forward. His cock was buried to the base inside the woman’s mouth.
Lisa saw the woman clutch his balls in her hand, then her throat worked as the boy cried out softly. Little gulping sounds came to Lisa, and she felt her cunt contracting about her finger, the spasms shaking her. She came hard, very hard, as she watched the boy come into the woman’s mouth.
The woman gulped his come juice down quickly, moaning deeply, as if she, too, was coming.
“Better, darling?” the woman mewled.
“Ahhhhhhh, yes, Mom!” the boy sighed, pulling his pants up.
The woman kissed the head of his cock before he stuffed it into his pants. “You get a hard-on in the strangest places, darling. One of these days, we won’t be able to do this right away for you.”
“You’ll find a way, Mom,” the boy answered.
Lisa drew back from the partition, leaning against the toilet tank, her hand cupping her cunt. The excitement of what she had witnessed continued to nimble through her. She had come, but her cunt was demanding mote.
When she heard the door to the restroom open and close, she spread her knees wide apart and began to ram her finger in and out of her cunt swiftly, squirming on the toilet seat. She panted and groaned, making juicy sounds as she fingerfucked herself in a frenzy, the scene still burning in her mind.
She came again, stronger and harder, yet she still wanted more. She had never been so aroused, so outrageously hot and wet. She knew, though, that the more she fingerfucked herself, it would only become worse, not better.
Feeling frustrated, she yanked her panties up, snapping the elastic around her hips. After washing her hands, she left the restroom.
She drove straight home, hardly knowing what she was doing.
Rushing into the house, she began undressing immediately. She left her clothing in a trail over the floor. She filled the tub with hot water, sprinkling in oils and perfumes. She bathed, trying not to think of what was in her mind. Suddenly, she sat upright, eyes wide.
“He called her Mom!” she gasped. It was finally dawning on her that it had been the boy’s mother who had sucked his cock off. “My God, she was his mother!”
Immediately she saw her son in her mind. She saw Johnny without his clothes on, naked, his cock jutting up with hardness. Shaken by such an image, Lisa got out of the tub and dried herself. She pulled on panties and was starting to dress when she heard her son come into the house. With a frantic glance at her bedside clock, she saw it was his usual time to come home from school.
She heard Johnny call out for her. She grabbed at something to cover herself when she heard his coming toward her room. She was standing near the bed holding her blouse over her tits when her son entered.
Johnny stopped, his eyes widening.
Lisa froze, unable to move. She had never been undressed before her son, even in her skimpy panties. She saw his eyes move over her body, seeing her long, slender thighs, her bikini panties. She could not help but notice the sudden bulge in his pants.
“Johnny, I’m not dressed!” she squealed.
Johnny grinned. “I see, Mom.”
“Please… be nice,” she whispered. “Let me finish dressing.”
“GO ahead,” Johnny said, grinning. “I won’t stop you. I’ll just stand here and watch.”
“Johnny! Please, get out of here?” Reluctantly, he started to turn. Lisa saw his cock bulging in his pants, and once more the image of the boy being sucked off by his mother came into her mind.
“Wait… I’m sorry I spoke in that tone,” she said softly.
She saw her son tremble.
“Johnny…”
“I’m sorry, too, Mom,” Johnny said in a thick voice, avoiding looking at her. “I shouldn’t have come in here. I didn’t know you were… naked.”
“I know you didn’t, honey,” Lisa said. “It’s… it’s all right.”
Johnny turned to face her again, making an effort to keep his eyes on her face. There was nothing he could do about his hard-on, and it strained inside his pants, outlined fully.
“I’ll wait in the living room, Mom,” Johnny said, his voice sounding husky.
“No, it’s okay,” Lisa said, surprising herself. “You can stay.”
She tried to put her blouse on without exposing her tits, but it was impossible. She kept her gaze on his face, fighting not to look down at his cock.
Johnny saw first one tit, then the other. The sight made his cock bulge all the more. He groaned, unable to keep from staring at her tit.
Holding her blouse around her tits, Lisa stood there. Johnny could not avert his ey
es. He looked at his mother. Her panties were swelling out at the crotch with a shadowy triangle. Lisa found she could not take her eyes off her son’s cock.
“Is it… uncomfortable, Johnny?”
“You mean in here, with you?” Johnny asked, his gaze fixed upon the tight crotch of her panties.
Lisa pointed at his crotch. Her blouse was open, one tit showing. Johnny stared at her tit — it was firm and round, with a light-brown nipple that looked rigid, tilted upward.
“That… is that uncomfortable?” Lisa said.
Her cunt was throbbing, her panties drenched with her juices.
“It’s very uncomfortable,” Johnny whispered.
Lisa took a step toward him, her eyes never moving from his crotch. She could see the full hardness of his cock pressing at his pants. She was surprised that his prick looked so big.
Her hand was moving toward it when she realized what she was doing. With a little gasp, she pulled her hand back. Her fingers spread around the front of her panties. A low sob came from her as the tip of one finger touched the distended tip of her clit.
“Oh, my God! Oh, Johnny!”
Her hand darted out again. This time she closed her fingers around his bulging cock, squeezing it.
Johnny gasped when his mother squeezed. “Johnny…” Lisa whispered, squeezing his cock, feeling the beautiful hardness of it. “Oh, baby! My God… it’s so… Johnny, Johnny!”
She felt her son shaking. Without so much of a thought of stopping, she rubbed his cock, curling her fingers down and around to feel his balls.
Johnny began moaning, twisting his hips, pushing them forward to press his cock into his mother’s hand.
Lisa lost control.
With a little cry, she began to feverishly open her son’s pants. She jerked his belt open and tugged the zipper down swiftly. With both hands, she pushed his pants to his knees, then stared at the wet spot on his shorts. Panting, she jerked his shorts down, a soft cry of delight bubbling from her throat as her son’s cock lurched upright, angled toward the ceiling.
She gazed at the swollen head, seeing precome dripping from the small pisshole. She was surprised to see how big and full his young balls appeared. The scant hair at the base was hardly visible.
“Beautiful!” she sighed.
Johnny shuffled his feet, panting hard, his cock jerking about.
With the image of the woman sucking her son burning in her mind, Lisa went to her knees before her son. She was feverish with desire, thinking only that she had to get her son’s throbbing hard cock into her own mouth. Her cunt was on fire, throbbing wetly, forcing her to do this. She gripped her son’s shaking hips, staring at his cock with her face inches away.
“Ohhhh, Johnny!” she moaned.
She engulfed her son’s cock with her hot, wet mouth.
The taste of his fiery cock made Lisa tremble, her ass bunching, her cunt twitching inside the confines of her bikini panties. She felt his cock jerk inside her mouth.
Digging her fingers into her son’s trembling hips, Lisa began to suck his cock. She sucked hungrily, sliding her tight lips up and down his cock with quick bobs of her head. She moaned, twisting her ass.
Smashing her lips to the base of his cock, she felt his hot balls on her chili. The head of his cock was at her throat. With her eyes closed, Lisa sucked again, drawing her mouth to the very head of his prick. Holding the swollen head tightly in her mouth, she ran her tongue over it, tasting the juices. She pressed the tip of her tongue against his pisshole, licking up the juices hungrily.
“Ohhhh, Mom!” Johnny whimpered. “Oh, yes, Mom!”
Johnny stood stiffly, pushing his hips forward, watching his mother sucking on his cock.
With a throaty moan, Lisa gripped his hips, sucking hard. She rammed her mouth back and forth. The searing heat of her son’s cock between her lips and, on her tongue sent a wild, throbbing rapture through her body. Her cunt seemed to swell, expand inside her panties. The sensation felt wonderful, delicious.
“Mmmmmm!” she whimpered, sucking fast and hard.
Her hands slid around his hips, cupping his naked, flexing ass. She pulled him forward each time she darted her face forward. She began to squeeze his asscheeks, twisting her mouth about his cock as she sucked.
Lisa moaned and whimpered as her passion flared. She was squirming her ass, thrusting her hips as if she were fucking.
Johnny began to squirm, his breath hot, panting. He stared at his mother, then he moved his hands behind his ass, placing them over her hands.
Lisa, feeling his cock throb with more power, sucked fast, bobbing back and forth. She made wet sounds with her mouth.
Johnny did not cry out a warning.
She felt the boiling gush of come juice on her tongue. With a husky squeal, Lisa began to gulp at his spewing cock. His come juice burned into her throat, and she swallowed eagerly. He came hard, filling her mouth before she could swallow. As he came, Lisa let out a strained cry, and her cunt convulsed with the most beautiful orgasm of all.
She came hotly as her son spurted in and over into her mouth and down her throat. Even when he finished gushing, she clung to his cock with her mouth, moaning over and over, gripping his ass tightly.
Finally, she pulled back, sitting on her heels. Her face was flushed.
“My God! What did I do?” she gasped.
“You sucked my cock off, Mom,” Johnny said, giggling in a bashful manner.
Lisa looked up at him now. “I sucked your… Johnny, you must think I’m terrible!”
“Mom, I think you’re wonderful!”
“How can you, after that?” she asked softly. “Let me dress, now, Johnny.”
Lisa was surprised that her son was not bashful about what had happened. She was equally surprised at what he had said to her.
But she was surprised most of all by her own actions.
Not that she had sucked a cock off — she had sucked off her husband many times. But this was Johnny, her son! Never before had she thought of Johnny as a sexual being.
She searched herself to find some measure of disgust. She found only desire, desire to do it again. She kept tasting Johnny’s cock in her mouth, kept, seeing it so hard before her face, remembering how sweet her own orgasm had been.
There was little conversation between them until dinner.
As they ate, he told her of his day as if nothing else had happened.
Lisa listened to him, commenting now and then. But her mind was on what they had done in her bedroom.
“Johnny, what was it you said to me earlier?”
“When, Mom?”
“You know. In my bedroom, right after…” She lowered her eyes bashfully.
Johnny giggled. “Oh, you mean about sucking my cock?”
She nodded, feeling her face burn. “What about it, Mom?”
“Johnny, I… do you want to talk about it?” she asked softly.
“What’s to talk about, Mom?”
“You don’t think I’m horrible?”
“I told you, Mom, I think you’re wonderful.”
Lisa looked at him. “Johnny, tell me again what I did.”
Johnny grinned wickedly. “You wanna talk dirty, Mom?”
Lisa began to tremble. “I like… I like hearing you say that. It makes me… tingle.”
“Where does it tingle, Mom?” he asked, his eyes turning hot. “Down there? If you want me to talk dirty, I’ll say it this way: does it make your pussy tingle, Mom?”
Lisa breathed in hotly. She nodded, her eyes moist and hot as she stared at his face. “Yes, it does.”
“Mom, I don’t know what got into you,” Johnny said, “but I like it. I like it very much.”
“You do?”
He nodded. “All the guys I know think you’re the most beautiful mom in the world. I know what they wanna do with you. I punched one in the nose because he said he wished he could fuck you.”
“Fuck me?” she gasped.
“Yeah. I can�
��t let those guys say that about you. You’re my mom.”
Lisa had no idea that her son’s friends thought of her that way. They were all so very young. What did they know about fucking?
“Johnny, I don’t want you fighting,” she admonished. “What they say about me doesn’t matter. I don’t want you fighting.”
“If you say so, Mom. But what if I said I… you know, wished I could do it, too?”
“You mean, fuck me?” Lisa’s words were barely a whisper.
“You like to talk dirty, Mom?”
“Answer me, Johnny.” Johnny lowered his eyes to his mother’s tits.
Lisa lifted her shoulders, pushing her tits outward.
“Yes, Mom,” he said, his voice lowering thickly.
“Oh, Johnny!” Lisa exclaimed, her fingers clenching. “Oh, baby.”
“Does that mean we will? Mom, do you mean you’ll let me?”
Lisa was breathing fast, feeling her tits swell, her cunt throb. Slowly, she jerked her head up and down. “Yes, Johnny.”
“When?” he asked.
Lisa stood up, stretching her hand toward him. “Now?”
As her son stood up from the table, she saw his cock pushing at his pants, as hard nit had been earlier. With a throaty groan, she brushed her hand over it, then took his hand in hers.
They walked to her bedroom, then stood facing each other for a long moment, both of them shaking.
“Johnny!” Lisa sobbed.
She fell across her bed on her back. Feverish with desire, Lisa yanked her dress to her waist, her legs parting.
“Your panties, Mom!” Johnny moaned, staring between his mother’s long legs at the crotchband of her panties.
“Hurry!” Lisa panted, hooking a finger into the crotch of her panties and yanking it aside, her cunt pulsating wetly. “Do it now, Johnny! Ohh, my God, baby! Fuck me now! Fuck mother right now!”
Staring at his mother’s cunt, Johnny jerked at his pants, scooting them to his knees, his cock lurching upward with hardness.
They stared at each other, Johnny at his mother’s cunt, seeing the wet pink slit framed by silky dark hair, and Lisa at his young balls and jerking cock.
She thrust her ass off the edge of the bed. “Hurry! Fuck mother, Johnny! Please, oh please hurry and fuck me!”
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