“Come on, Mom,” he said. “Take that fucking robe off. Give me a peek at all your goodies.”
“Goodies?” she whispered. “What a strange way of putting it.”
She slipped to her feet, her fingers playing with the belt of her robe. She held her head down in bashfulness, but peeked at him from her lowered lashes. She gazed at his cock standing there, remembering how it had tasted in her mouth, so hard and hot, stretching her lips, crowding her tongue. She licked her lips, as she opened the belt. For a moment she held her robe closed, then flung it open.
Bobby’s eyes bulged with appreciation as he stared at her. Her tits were high, firm spaced widely, with stiff nipples arching upward, set in a large circle of pebbled, dark-pink flesh. Her stomach was flat, but it was the thick mass of fan-shaped cunt hair that held his gaze. His cock jerked, and she saw the liquid forming at his piss hole, his balls seeming to draw up tightly at the base.
“Drop it, Mom!” he said, his voice husky. She shrugged her body from the robe, clasping her hands in front of her and standing there like a shy little girl. Being naked in front of her son thrilled her, caused a heating sensation in her cunt. She felt her clit expand and harden. Without being told, she turned slowly, showing her slender body off to her son. Her ass swelled out sweetly, her tits straining. She turned completely around, and when she faced her son again, she was blushing, unable to look up at him. She kept her eyes on his cock though.
“Give me a blowjob, Mom,” Bobby said, leaning back so his cock stuck up. He drew his legs from beneath his ass, straightening them and spreading them out. “Suck my cock, Mom. Seeing you naked makes my cock so fucking hard! Come on, Mom, suck me off!”
Sharon licked her lips, placing a knee on the bed. Her mouth watered up and she had to swallow. His cock was a good six inches long, and quite thick for a boy his age. His balls, so hairless, looked loaded with come juice again. Her eyes took on a glazed expression as she leaned forward, her naked tits hardly dangling, they were so tight. She stretched out on the bed, lying on her stomach with her face above her son’s upright cock, the wet cockhead a few inches from her lips. Sliding her hands up his thighs to his hips, she held him and gazed at his cock.
She parted her lips, and then remembered where her son’s cock had been just a little while ago, where it had been two times. There was a slight odor coming off his cock, but she found it not in the least unpleasant. On the contrary, the scent excited her. Knowing that his cock had so recently been up her asshole, and now she was about to suck it off, made her tremble with a perverse excitement. She thought about asking him to wash, then changed her mind. She didn’t want him to wash his cock. She wanted to suck it just as it was, taste him, experience sucking him off after he had fucked her in the asshole.
She pressed her lips to the head of her son’s cock, kissing it. She felt the slippery juices bubbling from his pie hole smear over her lips. She moaned softly digging her fingers into his hips. She darted the tip of her tongue out and flicked it over his pisshole, licking up the sweetness that seeped from his cock. Again she moaned, more a whimper of hunger this time. She slipped her lips down, stretching them over the swollen head of her son’s cock, feeling his eyes on her naked ass increased her desire to suck him off. She wiggled her naked ass, feeling embarrassed to display her erotic pleasure, yet wanting him to know how hot and eager and lewd she could be.
Holding the swollen head of his cock between her lips, she swirled her wet tongue in circles. Bobby moaned in pleasure, moving his eyes from his mothers’s writhing ass to her face. He watched her mouth fill with his cock, and Sharon peeked shyly up at his face.
She swallowed more of his cock, sliding her lips down slowly, savoring the hard, hot shaft of his cock. There was that scent of shit, but it was subtle, exciting her, making her cunt throb as she pressed it against the mattress. She pressed her lips against the base of her son’s cock, holding him tightly, the cockhead brushing the back of her throat. She gurgled in delight, and sucked upward, again slowly, holding her lips as tight as she could, still gazing shyly into his face. She held the cockhead in her mouth and licked it.
Then she lifted up.
Her face was burning with embarrassment, but her ass kept writhing and she pressed her cunt hard onto the mattress.
“Call me names,” she whispered, flushing furiously.
“Gall you names?” Bobby asked. “What kind of names, Mom?”
“Bad names,” she whispered, lowering her eyes. “I’m being bad, doing this to you, not having any clothes on. Call me bad names.”
Bobby giggled. “Okay,” he agreed. Sharon purred and closed her lips about his cock again.
“Fucking curt,” Bobby said.
Sharon made a gurgling sound, the cheeks of her ass tightening.
“Cocksucking cunt,” her son said. “Mmmmmm,” Sharon moaned around his cock, her tongue flicking wickedly as she pulled half of his hard-on into her mouth.
“Cuntface… cocksucker!”
Sharon felt her cunt steaming. “Whore!”
“Oooonmm!” she moaned, and she sucked harder and faster on his cock.
“Fucking bitch!”
Sharon’s clit throbbed in a tight knot.
“Cocksucking twat!”
She moaned and pulled his cock as deep into her as her pussy contracted into a slow orgasm. She whimpered and began pumping her mouth up and down her son’s cock hungrily, making wet sounds. Her eyes were closed, and she wasn’t blushing.
“Fucking cocksucking cunt!”
A tremor of weird rapture moved up and down her naked body. She slipped her hands beneath her son’s an, clutching a bun in each palm. The more names he called her, the more her cunt throbbed and the hungrier she was to suck on his cock, to feel the hot hardness between her lips. She ran her mouth down, filling it, enjoying his balls against her chin. She dug her fingers into her son’s an, squeezing the asscheeks hard, moaning with growing hunger. She smashed her curt against the bed, grinding her pussy there, her naked ass bunching wickedly.
“Eat my cock, you fucking hot cunt!” Bobby moaned, watching his mother’s mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. “Suck my fucking prick off, you hot piece of ass!”
His eyes took on a glazed look when Sharon parted her legs and began to hump her ass up and down, making fucking motions on the bed. She moved from her waist down, gyrating her hips and churning them up and down as if she had a cock beneath her, a cock fucking into her hairy, fiery cunt. Her mouth bounced up and down on his cock as she became desperate to taste the hot flow of his sweet jism in her mouth.
“Fuck the bed, you cocksucking bitch!” Bobby moaned. “Fuck the bed, Mom! Eat my cock and fuck the bed with your hot cunt!”
Sharon was making squealing sounds as an orgasm swelled inside her pussy, radiating outward with wet heat. She thrashed her cunt up and down lewdly, smashing her swollen clit against the mattress, grinding as she sucked swiftly on his throbbing cock. Her tongue swirled and twisted, her eyes closed. She sucked frantically, trying to bring his creamy come juice into her mouth as her cunt convulsed into orgasm. She wanted to come, at the same time his cock did.
Bobby couldn’t be still.
He began to pump his cock up and down, fucking into his mother’s mouth. As she went down, he came up. Sharon cried out with ecstasy, holding his ass tightly as her mouth filled time and again with his hard, throbbing prick. Her lips were very wet, making his cock slide easily.
“I’m about to come, Mom!”
“Mmmmmmm,” Sharon wailed, gobbling hungrily.
She felt his cock swell, felt him getting ready to let go with that hot, sweet load of thick come juice. She smashed her cunt against the bed, grinding hard, the naked cheeks of her ass clenching deep in her throat, feeling her pussy almost gripping with orgasm.
“Take it, bitch!” Bobby yelled. “Take my… I’m gonna spray your cocksucking throat with my jizz! Take it down… eat it, you fucking hot cunt!”
Sharon let out a choking sob of
rapture, her cunt contracting in wet heat. Just as her spasms started, Bobby sent a long, hot, splashing spurt of come juice into her mouth. With a muffled squeal of ecstasy, Sharon swallowed greedily, her cunt tightening with orgasms. The thick jism burned into her throat, gushing with a force that surprised her.
Time and again Bobby spewed cock cream into his mother’s mouth. Sharon sucked with greed, making those wet sounds as she gulped at his creamy come juice. Her tongue swirled inside her crowded mouth, feeling the rigid hardness of hi cock as he came, feeling the deep pulsations between her lips. She jerked her mouth upward, holding just the cockhead with her lips, taking the rest of his come juice across her tongue, getting the full taste of it.
She let her mouth fill with the final spurts, and then pulled her mouth off his prick. She rolled his come juice about in her mouth, her eyes unfocused as she whimpered in pleasure. Her lips glistened wetly, and her slim throat finally swallowed his jism. With a moan, she shoved her tongue out and, using the flat surface of it, licked about his cock and piss hole, making sure she missed nothing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At Bobby’s request, Sharon had slipped into a pair of her tight, sheer panties after taking another bath. She found it much easier to be dressed this way now that she had finally revealed her body to him. She didn’t blush as often, either. She stood in front of her dresser, brushing her long hair, wearing only the panties.
Bobby was reclining on her bed, watching. He looked at the way her ass filled the panties, the creamy whiteness of each ass check showing because of the skimpiness of the panties. In the mirror, he could see his mother’s fail, naked tits, her nipples still very hard. He wore jeans and a T-shirt, but his cock was outlined inside his pants. He had his arms behind his head, watching with interest.
Sharon still felt the tendency to blush, but fought it off. She was elated to have her son see her this way, almost naked. In fact, she might as well be naked, because her son could see the shape of her cunt hair through the thin panties in the mirror. Her cunt was still swollen, and her clit seemed to remain in a constant state of agitation, knotted deliciously. She wondered if, getting over her embarrassment and shyness, perhaps she was becoming insatiable. If so, she didn’t mind, as long as her son’s cock could fill her mouth, her asshole.
She found it surprising that she came so easily by sucking Bobby’s cock, or letting him fuck her in the ass. Somehow there seemed something wrong about that. Having orgasms by sucking cock and taking it up the ass, always neglecting her cunt, caused her to wonder if something wasn’t twisted around in her. Surely there were other women like her, able to come so powerfully while sucking cock or taking it up the ass. She didn’t feel she was unique in all the world. Putting the brush down, she began to apply her make-up, wondering, why she was hesitating about letting her son fuck her in the cunt. Surely it wouldn’t be any more wrong than what she was doing with him now.
She peeked at her son in the mirror, smiling at him. She gave a twitch of her pantied ass, the first time she had been able to do something like that without blushing. She winked at him, a lewd wink, and ran her tongue over her lips in a highly suggestive manner, then ovaled them and made a pretense of sucking a cock.
“Fucking cocksucker,” Bobby said, grinning at her reflection.
“Oh, that’s no way to talk to your mother,” she said, but she winked at him again, and made the same cocksucking gesture, this time shoving her finger into her mouth and pumping it in and out.
“You are a fucking cocksucker, Mom,” he said, rubbing at his crotch.
Sharon turned to face her son, her eyes taking on a smoldering heat. “Yes, I am,” she replied in a low, whispery voice. “I’m your cocksucker, Bobby. I may be your mother, but I’m also your fucking cocksucking cunt, too.”
“Not cunt, Mom.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“I haven’t fucked your cunt, have I?”
“No, you haven’t,” she replied, a frown creasing her smooth forehead. “Don’t you like my mouth, my ass?” She could use the words freely now without being bashful. “Isn’t my mouth hot and wet enough? And my ass. Don’t you like to fuck me in my ass, Bobby?”
“Sure,” he replied.
“My asshole is hot and tight,” she murmured, her eyes straying to the front of his pants. “You fuck my ass as if you enjoy it. And I know for sure you love it when I suck your cock. What’s so important about fucking me in my cunt?”
“Because I never have,” Bobby said. “I don’t even know what it feels like to have a cunt on my cock, Mom. I’ve never fucked anyone but you, you know.”
She gazed at him, leaning her ass on the dresser. “Maybe you need a girlfriend,” she said softly. “You could have her cunt, and you’d have my mouth and asshole.”
“I wanna fuck your cunt, Mom!” he said. “I wanna fuck you in your pussy, Mom. It’s so hairy and it gets so wet, I just know I’d love it.”
She looked at him for a while longer, wondering why she didn’t go ahead and fuck him with her cunt. She felt a tingle between her thighs, and shrugged.
She had laid out the clinging minidress, and now she reached for it.
“Don’t wear a bra,” Bobby said.
“I didn’t intend to,” she replied.
She slipped the dress over her head. It clung to her tits, outlining them, her nipples protruding. It was quite obvious she didn’t have a bra on. The hem of the dress hung about three inches below her crotch, the fabric clinging to her ass, molding it deliciously. She slipped into her knee-length boots, and posed for her son’s approval.
“Nice,” he said. “Very, very nice, Mom.”
“I’m not sure I can do it,” she said.
“Sure you can,” Bobby answered, sliding from the bed. “You look as good as any of them better than most, Mom.”
She examined herself in the mirror. “I’m not sure about that,” she said, seeing a beautiful woman in her reflection. “Look at this dress! It shows everything. I can’t do it, Bobby, I just can’t!”
Bobby took his mother’s hand and began puffing her from the bedroom. She allowed him to pull her as far as the living room, then she tried to stop.
“No, I can’t.”
“You can, Mom,” he insisted.
“It’s so embarrassing!” she cried. “I can’t go out this way. I look like a whore, Bobby.”
“Bullshit!” he exclaimed. “You saw those other girls. Did they look like whores to you?”
“But that’s different!” she wailed.
“How is it different?”
“I’m your mother, that’s how.”
“Yeah,” Bobby grinned. “That’s what makes it so much better.”
“Oh, so I look like a whore, do I?” she asked. “You want me to look like a whore, just because I’m your mother?”
“Mom, you do not look like a fucking whore!” he said. “You look prettier and more desirable than any of those women wearing miniskirts.”
Bobby opened the door.
“Let’s wait until it’s dark,” she pleaded.
“We’ve, already talked about it, Mom,” he said, grabbing her hand and puffing her out the door. “You said you wanted to do it, so let’s do it and stop all this bullshit.”
Sharon blushed, looking up and down the street, feeling as if every eye was on her body. She felt better in the car, but not much. Before she started the car, she turned to her son, eyes pleading. “Not the mall,” she said. “Let’s try someplace else.”
“The mall,” Bobby said firmly.
Shaking, feeling bashful, Sharon drove to the nearby shopping center. She parked, and looked around at the crowds going in and out of the doors of the huge complex.
Bobby climbed out, holding his door wide open. “Come on, Mom, scoot across and let’s go.”
She moved, feeling her clinging skirt slide across her ass. She blushed, yet there was a tingling sensation between her thighs as she scooted from the seat, her panties flashing brief ly.
She looked around quickly, but thought no one saw her but her son. She stood up and smoothed her short skirt down, trying to tug the hem lower on her thighs.
Bobby took her hand, squeezing it encouragingly as they walked into the wide doors of the mall. Sharon pulled back as she saw the shoppers strolling about, feeling as if everyone was looking at her. She didn’t see anyone paying particular attention to her, but the feeling persisted.
She wasn’t the only one with a skimpy dress on, she noticed. She held onto her son’s hand tightly, feeling it brush at her naked thigh. She tried to hold her head up, her shoulders straight, but found herself slumping as if to lower the thrust of her naked tits.
They walked slowly, with Bobby eyeing the women and girls, as usual. She wondered why he had insisted that she dress this way and come to the shopping mall if all he wanted to do was look at the other girls and women. As they strolled along, she became a bit more comfortable, but the sensation of everyone looking at her remained.
She was acutely aware that her cunt was hot, swollen inside the skimpy panties. She was sure people could tell, smell her hot cunt, maybe. She was a little moist between her thighs, and hoped the pussy juices wouldn’t soak through her panties and run down her thighs for everyone to see.
Reaching the same place they had sat before, she sat down on one of the small chairs, making sure her legs were tight together, the short skirt down on her thighs as far as she could get it. Bobby sat across from her, but turned to watch the women and girls.
“Do it now, Mom,” he said.
“I can’t!” Sharon wailed.
“We talked and talked about it,” Bobby reminded her. “You gotta do it now, Mom.”
“Bobby, please,” she sobbed, looking about with lowered eyes, feeling the heat on her cheeks. “Let’s go back home. I can’t do it… I’ve changed my mind.”
Bobby leaned close, hissing: “Open your legs!”
“Bobby!”
“Open your fucking legs wide, Mom!”
“Shhh!” Her face was turning bright pink. “Someone will hear.”
Bobby started to shove a hand under the table.
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