“Oooooh!” she moaned, feeling the scalding jism splash between her tits. She threw her head back, eyes closed in ecstasy as she held her tits about his gushing cock. The feel of his hot, creamy come juice on her tits sent a rippling heat from them to her cunt. She squealed as she came, her pussy contracting tightly as her clit throbbed. She held her tits tightly around her son’s cock as he grunted and came. “Oh, God! Oh, my God!”
Richard came as much as he had in the doctor’s office. The thick jism seared her flesh, sending wave after wave of ecstatic orgasms rumbling through her. She felt his come running slowly down her stomach, making her cunt convulse harder than ever.
“Oh, baby!” Karen moaned as he finished coming on her tits. “Oh, darling… honey… sweetheart!”
She fell back against the couch, her dress down to her waist, her naked tits, covered with slippery come, heaved up and down. She breathed noisily, her legs pressing tightly against his until her cunt became calm.
By the time she recovered, Richard was sitting on the floor, his pants still around his knees. He gazed excitedly at his mother, his eyes taking in her naked, come-covered tits and dark pink nipples. Karen slumped, her hands at her sides, legs parted. Her dress was almost in her lap, and Richard moved his gaze downward. He stared between his mother’s thighs, seeing the smooth creaminess, of the soft inner flesh, the tight crotch of her lacy panties.
Knowing what he was looking at, Karen was in no hurry to close her legs. She could feel his hot eyes looking between them, and her desire for him continued to burn deep inside. His cock was lifting rapidly into hardness again, she saw.
“I don’t think we have to keep going to Sissy,” she said softly. “I can examine you as well as she can.”
Richard giggled. “I like the way you, do it better, Mom,” he said. “But I still have that last appointment in a few days.”
“Oh, you enjoyed that, did you?” she said, half teasing and half jealous. “Well, I suppose you better keep it, but I’m going to be with you, young man.”
“You just wanna watch,” he teased her.
“Can I help it if you excite me?” Karen replied. “I can’t help my emotions, you know.”
Suddenly, Richard rammed his hand between his mother’s thighs, against her cunt. When his hand pressed upon her still inflamed cunt, Karen yelped and jerked upright. “You’re supposed to be gentle with a girl, not so rough.”
“I had to be fast,” he laughed.
“Why?”
“You might not let me do it.”
“I won’t stop you,” she grinned, spreading her legs wide. “I’d never stop you from doing that.”
Eagerly, Richard moved his hand between his mother’s thighs, running his palm along the soft inner flesh. She wiggled her ass when his fingers approached the sensitive stretch of skin near her cunt. When he brushed his fingers into the crotch of her moist panties, Karen purred softly.
“You can take them off if you want,” she hissed hotly.
“I can?”
“Take my panties off, Richard, please!”
Karen lifted her ass when he began to pull her panties down. She lifted her feet for him, then slumped back again, legs as wide as they could go. Richard stared at his mother’s beautiful cunt. Thick hair grew along each puffy pussy lip, disappearing mysteriously — at least to him — between the cheeks of her ass. He saw her distended clit, and poked a finger at it.
“Oh, God!” Karen whimpered, twisting her cunt about. “Oh, my God!”
She jerked when her son slipped a finger between the lips of her pussy. He wiggled his finger inside his mother’s cunt, pressing a knuckle upon her clit. With a gurgling sound of pleasure, Karen lifted her ass and hiked her dress to her waist. Richard’s eyes showed the intensity of his excitement.
“Sissy wouldn’t do this for you,” she whispered. “At least, I don’t think she would.”
“I don’t care,” Richard grunted, moving his finger in and out of his mother’s boiling cunt, fingerfucking her. “You’re prettier, anyway, Mom.”
“You say that because I’m letting you feel me up,” she replied. “Any girl would be pretty now.”
She lifted her ass and twisted it, grinding her cunt onto his finger uninhibitedly. As much as she enjoyed his finger moving in and out of her cunt, Karen knew it was his cock she wanted. They had gone so far now, it didn’t matter if she took his cock inside. Her tits still glistened with his come juice, and while her son fingerfucked her, she ran her palms through the jizz, smearing it around and rubbing it into her flesh.
“Stand up!” she hissed suddenly.
Richard pulled his finger out and stood, his cock hard and pointing from his groin. He stood, puzzled why she made him stop.
“Shove it in me!” Karen moaned, twisting her hips, seeking her son’s cock. “Shove your cock in me!”
Richard stared at his mother. She seemed to be a different person, one he had not seen before. His cock throbbed up and down, eager to plunge into her warm, wet, inviting cunt, yet he held back.
Running her hands up and down the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs, she waited until her son was ready, giving him time to absorb what was happening between them. Richard gazed hotly at her hands, watching them caress up and down. As she drew her palm along her wet cunt, allowing her clit to poke between her fingers, Karen made excited hissing sounds. Her gaze burned on his strong cock, her tongue licking dry lips, his come still glistening on her naked tits.
“Oooooh! Ahhhhh, it feels good, Richard,” she mewled softly. “I’m really hot, you know.”
Karen worked a finger deep into her cunt, thrusting it in and out slowly, her eyes searching his face anxiously. Richard watched what she was doing to herself, growing more excited by the moment. He gripped his cock tightly, squeezing it as he gazed with almost glassy eyes at his mother’s finger going in and out of her cunt. Now and then she drew her slippery finger up and along the sides of her inflamed clit, gurgling as she wiggled her ass.
She lifted her hips high, agitating her distended clit almost brutally.
“Give it to me, Richard!” she demanded hoarsely. “Please, oh, please… fuck me! Mother needs it so badly! Fuck mother, darling!”
With a cry, Richard lunged forward, the head of his cock penetrating the hairy lips of her cunt. Her sensitive pussylips stretched, and Karen howled, an animalistic howl of pure pleasure. Richard fucked into her so swiftly, she felt as if her cunt had been probed by a huge object. His balls slapped upon the cheeks of her ass. Ripples of shock waves shot through her, making her groan as the ecstasy radiated outward, from her overheated cunt to her head and toes. She grasped her son’s hips, holding his cock deep in her cunt, starting to grind hard against him, her clit smashed at the base of his prick.
“Oh… oh… ohhhhh!” she moaned, twisting her head from side to side, eyes closed to savor the pleasure.
Richard held his mother’s hips, looking down between their bodies, watching her churn and hump her ass. Her hair-rimmed cunt rode up and down on his cock, and that fascinated him to no end. It felt as if his cock was captured by some soft, yet steel-hard, grip, something so hot and wet, it made his mind whirl. He gritted his teeth, feeling the sensation of coming, his balls tight. He didn’t want to come.
“Help me!” Karen cried out. “Help me, Richard! Ooooooh, fuck me… fuck mother! Please, baby, don’t make me do all the work! Fuck me, Richard!”
He moved his hips, catching the wild motions of his mother’s ass. She banged her cunt up hard and he plunged his cock into it, pulling back as her ass lowered.
Each time Richard rammed his cock into her, Karen grunted in a thick voice. Her clit scraped up and down the throbbing hardness of his cock, her wet cuntlips clutching him in fiery heat. She could feel his prick throbbing inside her, increasing the ecstasy she felt.
“God! Oh, dear God!” Karen wailed, her hips flying up and down. “So good… so fucking good, Richard! Mmmmmm, do you like it, honey?”
“Wow!” Richard moaned, fucking faster and faster.
Karen groaned as the steaming friction on her cuntlips sent tingling fires licking at her nerve endings. She whipped her cunt up and down, churning her ass sideways, giving as much as she got. Her fingers clawed at his hips, her legs lifting to wrap about his waist, arching her cunt onto his fucking cock.
“Oooooh, good!” she whimpered. “So very good! I’ve never felt it like this before! I’m burning up, darling! Ahhhhh, fuck mother! My pussy… you’re going to make mother come, Richard! Harder… faster!”
Karen’s overheated cunt was gripping her son’s cock with a firmer tightness as her orgasm started ballooning in the pit of her trembling stomach. Her fingernails dug into his hips, her crotch bunching up and down on his hard cock. Ramming her cunt onto him, her hairy pussylips smashed at the base of his prick, his balls tight on her ass, Karen began to grind frantically and sob with intense ecstasy.
When her orgasm struck, she let out a high pitched scream that almost frightened her son. Richard had been close to shooting, and when his mother’s cunt began to squeeze and grip and close around his cock, drawing on it, his balls seemed to suddenly explode, sending gushes of come juice into her greedy cunt. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he came, his hands holding her wiggling hips tightly Karen’s scream stopped, her eyes popping open as she felt a second orgasm flowing through her. As she came the second time, she felt her son’s cock spurting come juice into her cunt. The pulsations of his cock as he came seemed to increase the gripping waves of her cunt. Her tits swelled, her nipples painful, as if they would burst. She started sobbing as her cunt twisted hard on the base of her son’s spurting cock. She felt jism seeping from her pussy to run along the crack of her uplifted ass. That, too, had never happened to her before. Her son came so much, her cunt overflowed with the creamy sweetness.
Richard stood on trembling, weak legs, his cock still in his mother’s cunt. His chest heaved up and down, his breathing noisy, eyes clouded now. Karen’s ass lowered a little, her feet back on the floor. Her naked tits continued to stand up, her nipples rigid, covered by his come juice.
“Oh, God,” Karen whimpered softly, bringing her hands to her tits, caressing them tenderly. “Oh, Richard! Baby, darling!”
CHAPTER THREE
Richard avoided her eyes the next day, but he hung about the house. She knew he was looking at her when she had her back to him. She could feel his stare on her body. She wondered if it had been as good for him as it had her. If so, why was he being so cool toward her? Well, not exactly cool, but sort of distant. Yet, his eyes glowed when she caught him looking at her. Maybe it was shyness or embarrassment, he felt. He disappeared often during the day, concealing himself in the bathroom. She was sure her son was jacking off. If he wanted to jack off, it was his cock. Still, she was available to him. The problem was to let her son know she was willing for a repeat fuck when he was ready for her.
Richard wanted to fuck her again; she saw that in his eyes and the way he looked at her. Yet as soon as she glanced in his direction, he would lower his eyes and a faint flush would come over his face. Karen, later in the afternoon, dressed in a pair of white, very tight, shorts and a small, thin halter. Her long, creamy smooth legs were exposed by the high cut of the shorts, and the half-moon swells of her ass were exposed, especially when she leaned over. Her nipples protruded against the thin fabric of her halter. The waist of her shorts were tow on her hips, showing her dimpled belly button and flat stomach. She felt very lewd, yet shy at the same time. She had to almost force herself to twitch her tightly clad ass around, inviting her son’s stare. She had never acted the wanton before, and it embarrassed her a little.
Still, Richard only looked at her when she wasn’t facing him. In a way it amused her, but in another way it made her angry. She was doing everything but grabbing his cock to let him know she wanted very much to fuck him again.
They spent the say in nervous yearning, neither making a move toward the other. In the evening, as they sat before the television set, their eyes caught and locked. Each could see the desire in the other, yet neither said anything. Karen lowered her gaze to her son’s crotch. She saw his cock swell inside his pants, and he remained where he sat, making no effort to conceal his hard-on. She sat with her legs wide, sometimes drawing them up, resting her chin on her knees, knowing her son had a very good view of her crotch this way, and although Richard now looked at her with fire in his eyes, he stayed in his chair.
Finally, frustrated, Karen got to her feet. “Shit!” she exclaimed. “I’m going to bed, Richard. Turn off the lights when you finish here, okay?”
In her room, undressed and lying on her bed naked, she stared at the ceiling, wondering what in the hell was wrong with her son. She had given him a very good fucking, yet he seemed afraid to come to her for more. The only thing she could do now was grab his cock and tell him bluntly she wanted more of it. Of course, she would walk around naked, fingerfucking herself. Maybe he would do something then.
It was a long time before she fell asleep.
Richard’s appointment was for five in the afternoon. Karen noticed that her son was eager to go, and she could well understand. What bothered her, but only a little, was she knew that what Sissy had done with her son before was most certainly not part of any physical exam she had heard of.
Dressing for the appointment, Karen found herself becoming excited. The thought of watching Dr. Sissy Reed manipulate her son’s balls and cock, making him come off again, excited her. Why should she would want to watch another woman fondle her son to climax, Karen wasn’t sure. Yet she wanted to see it happen again. Maybe it was some medical, test. Karen knew little or nothing about medicine. But somehow she felt that Sissy Reed enjoyed manipulating her son that way, that it was not some test.
Karen wore a white cotton blouse, her tits naked with her nipples thrusting out, a pale green skirt with a long slit up the left thigh, a pair of thin, frilly panties with nylons and garter belt, and a pair of high-heeled shoes. She appeared mouthwateringly beautiful. On the way to Richard’s appointment, they remained silent in the car, yet there was unmistakable tension.
No one was in the outer office when they arrived, and so they sat and waited. A few minutes after five, the blonde girl came out of the doctor’s office, smoothing her hair. Her eyes lit up when she sat Richard. The girl’s lips seemed to glisten wetly, and it didn’t look like lipstick to Karen.
“Doctor Reed will be with you in a minute,” the blonde girl said.
Karen sat with her son, again facing the girl’s desk. She now noticed that all the waiting room chairs faced that desk. From any position in the room, one could look up the girl’s white dress. The girl shuffled papers about, and it seemed to Karen that the girl was pretending to work. Her knees parted slightly when suddenly the girl dropped a pencil on the floor. When she leaned over to pick it up, one leg went wide. The blonde curls of the girl’s cunt were revealed, as well as the pink lips of her pussy. The girl was not wearing panties today.
As the girl straightened, she grinned, a little wickedly, Karen thought. But today, the girl looked at Karen, not Richard. Karen had the distinct impression that the girl had exposed her cunt not to Richard, but to her. She was certain if it when the girl’s gaze moved boldly along the expanse of her thigh where the slit exposed her creamy flesh.
“My favorite patient,” Sissy Reed murmured from the office door. “Come in, Richard.”
Karen followed her son, catching a slight frown from Sissy. Karen felt the doctor would have preferred she wait with the blonde girl. The office had been rearranged since the week before. Now, instead of a chair for Karen to sit on, there was an identical high stool. When Sissy perched on her stool, the only place for Karen was the other one, unless she wanted to stand. Hooking her high heels on the rung, her skirt open at the slit, Sissy glanced at Karen’s thighs. With a clipboard on one thigh, Sissy allowed her other leg to be straight, foot on the floor. K
aren could peek under the doctor’s skirt almost to her panties. Richard, too, was watching the doctor, his eyes bot as he stared openly at her long legs. Karen noticed her son’s cock was bulging inside his pants.
A few minutes later, Sissy said, “Okay sweetheart, you just hop onto the table. This won’t take long.”
Karen watched her son jump onto the table, a grin on his face. “You gonna check me like last time, Doctor Reed?”
“Oh, you enjoyed the physical, did you?”
Sissy grinned at him, paying no attention to Karen. “Yes, I have to try something today.”
“It’s not serious,” she said to Karen. “It’s just something I would like to know, that’s all.” Sissy, standing on the other side of the examining table, facing Karen, opened Richard’s pants swiftly. Karen noticed the doctor’s tits rising and falling inside her blouse, the expression in her eyes expectant, excited. As Sissy pulled Richard’s pants down, his hard cock sprang up immediately. Sissy sucked in a breath, her tongue moving about her lips. None of it was missed by Karen.
As before, Sissy began to fondle Richard’s balls, trying to appear professional. But Karen knew that what Sissy’s hands were doing had nothing to do with medicine. It was obvious to her that Dr. Reed enjoyed playing with Richard’s balls. She saw it not only in the manner of that hand, but in the woman’s eyes and the way she breathed.
She was looking at her son’s cock and balls, watching Sissy’s hand, her own tongue moving about her lips. She glanced up to see Sissy staring at her, as if challenging Karen to question her examination. Karen, with her heels perched on the rung of the tall stool, knew her knees were parted. When Sissy glanced at her knees, still caressing Richard’s balls, Karen felt the wildest urge to spread her legs. Before she could think, gazing into Sissy’s eyes. Karen parted her knees. She saw the glint in Sissy’s eyes.
Sissy, squeezing gently on Richard’s balls, looked between Karen’s thighs, gazing hotly at the flimsy crotch of the lacy panties Karen knew now that Sissy wanted her, desired her, even as she wanted to feel her son’s balls. She felt she knew, too, what was going on between Sissy and her pretty receptionist.
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