“You’re so hard and hot, Joey,” she whispered throatily, shoving his cock from tit to tit. “And it’s so beautiful. Do you like to play with it, baby? Does it feel very good when you play with your cock?”
Joey’s eyes bulged as his mother said the word. Brenda giggled, a small, naughty sound.
“Well, it is a cock, isn’t it?” she said, squeezing his prick and drawing her fist upward, making more liquid bubble out of his pies hole. “It’s a very hard cock, a very hot cock!”
“Gosh, Mother!” Joey choked. “Gosh! This is… I don’t know what to say, Mother.”
“Then don’t say anything.” She smiled up at him, pushing the head of his cock into her nipple and pumping his cock shaft. “Just let me enjoy this and give you a good time. It isn’t much fun jacking off alone. It can be so much more fun when someone else is with you, doing it for you.”
Brenda placed her son’s cock between her tits, cupping the flawless mounds and pushing them tightly about his prick. His cockhead bulged up from the valley, her nipples almost touching. She moved her body slightly, rubbing his cock with her tits. His cockhead strained upward and brushed at her neck as she gazed at her son’s face.
“Oooooooh, feel it, Joey?” she hissed softly. “Is my tit hot on your cock? Do you like to feel Mother’s tits on your cock this way?”
Joey was gasping, watching what his mother was doing. His knees were open, pressing against her sides. She felt her son’s legs shaking as she ran his cock in and out of the valley of her tits. Leaning forward to keep his cock pressed against her flesh, she began to caress his thighs and hips, her hands moving slowly as she touched him. Already her flesh between her tits was glistening with the surprising amount of fuckjuice dripping from his cock.
She leaned close into him, pressing his cock against his stomach and between her tits. She felt his hot, hairless balls below her tits, and it sent a delightful shiver of eagerness through her. Her cunt was drenching her panties, and she didn’t care. Her clit bulged out, straining at the nylon crotch.
She kissed his chest through his t-shirt, her tongue flicking over one of his hidden, tiny nipples. Joey gasped loudly, lifted his hands and started to put them on his mother’s shoulders, then hesitated.
“It’s okay, honey,” she moaned softly. “You can touch me, too.”
When he placed his hands on her shoulders, Brenda felt her son shaking badly, his cock throbbing between her tits and his stomach. Shoving his t-shirt up, Brenda swirled her tongue about his tiny nipples, nipping at the small buds with her white, even teeth. Joey dug into his mother’s shoulders, feeling as if he was about to come off any second.
Brenda, feeling the increase of his throbs, pulled back.
“Stand up, honey,” she urged softly, staring at his cock with smoldering eyes. “Stand up and you can do it better.”
“Do what, Mother?” Joey asked, his voice still low and choked.
“Just stand up,” she repeated.
Joey stood, his legs shaking as he looked down at his mother’s tits. They stood out firm and beautiful, her light-brown nipples now arching upward. Brenda, on her knees, stroked her hot hands up and down her son’s thighs, his hips, and finally to his ass. She filled her palms with each cheek of his tight ass, curling her fingers into the flesh. She squeezed his ass, a sob of delight bubbling from her throat. His cock jerked upward, a bead of liquid forming on his piss hole.
“Put your cock between my tits again,” she instructed.
Joey leaned forward.
“Oh, Joey!” she protested. “You’re supposed to hold my tits around your cock!”
Joey’s hands shook as he lowered them to the full tits of his mother. He couldn’t believe this, that his mother wanted him to touch her tits, to put his cock between them. He held his hands at each side of her tits, as if afraid.
“Do it!” she hissed. “Hold Mother’s tits around your cock!”
Joey smashed her hot tits around his cock, holding his breath. He had never felt tits before, and was surprised at how soft yet firm, they were. His cock was caught between them, and his mother clutched the cheeks of his ass hard, making soft sobbing sounds.
“Fuck them!” Brenda groaned.
Joey’s young body jerked at the word.
“Fuck my titties!” Brenda insisted, squeezing the cheeks of his ass hard. “Come on, baby, fuck Mother’s tits! Jack off between my tits! Fuck them… come on my tits!”
Joey moved.
He began to pump up and down slowly, holding her tits tightly around his cock. Brenda felt the sliding motion, the wetness, and held his ass tightly, purring softly with delight. Her tits were very sensitive to the touch, and the hard throbbing of her son’s cock between them sent wild ripples down her body to her cunt.
She squeezed the cheeks of her own ass tightly, making them bunch as a fiery wetness flooded her pussy. The hairy lips of her cunt seemed to be sucking inward, her clit throbbing the way his cock throbbed. She smashed her inner thighs together, creating a sweet pressure against her cunt. Joey was humping his cock between her tits easily now. She clung to his ass, whimpering as her eyes closed in ecstasy.
Joey, his eyes big, watched his cock sliding between his mother’s tits, feeling the satiny flesh, the slippery wetness. It felt better than his fist, that was for sure.
“Ooooh, Joey, baby!” Brenda cried out. “Faster, honey! God, it feels so good! Fuck Mother’s tits! Fuck my tits good, honey! Ooooh, I love to reel your cock there!”
His balls rubbed along her chest beneath her tits, and she felt the writhing heat of them. The small tuft of hair at the base of his cock tickled her flesh, adding to her rapture. She squeezed his ass time and again, her fingers shoved into his ass crack. Each time her son fucked upward, the wet head of his cock brushed her chin. She loved that feeing, the wetness it left on her neck. His cock was so hard, so hot, it almost blistered her flesh. She crooned softly, kissing at his stomach. She started the tip of her tongue into his belly button, swirling it about, purring like a kitten. Her eyes flashed up into his excited face often, pleased to see his expression. She loved his hot gaze, his lips parted as he gasped with ecstasy.
“Oh, God! Oh, my God!” Brenda cried out in a low voice. “It feels so good, Joey! Your cock is hot and hard and feels so good between my tits! Fuck Mother’s titties, baby! Ooooh, fuck them and come on them! I love it when a cock squirts that hot cum-juice over my tits! Fuck Mother’s hot titties! Fuck them and fuck them and come all over them!”
Joey began to gasp loudly, listening to his mother say those exciting words he heard at school. Hearing his mother say them as he fucked at her tits sent his young mind soaring with erotic ecstasy. The fact that it was his mother made it more exciting to him. Her tits were so beautiful and full and soft and firm and velvety… her nipples large and hard. His balls fell very full, more than at any other time. He wasn’t concerned about coming; his mother begged him to come on her tits. Besides, when he came to this point, Joey came, no matter what. There was no way he could stop coming once he reached the point of no return. Even if his mother pulled away, shoved him from her, his cock would spew thick cum-juice all over the place.
“Mother! Gosh, Mother!” he choked, feeling himself approaching discharge swiftly. “Mother, it’s gonna happen! I’m gonna… gonna come!”
“Yes!” she almost screamed. “Come on me! Spurt that hot cum-juice all over my fucking tits! Give it to me, Joey! Baby, come on Mother’s tits! Hurry! Please, squirt it out!”
Her cunt was burning inside her panties. She, too, was about to come from the excitement of having her son’s throbbing cock between her tits. She dug hard into the cheeks of his ass, pulling him forward in case he tried to jerk from her when he came off.
Joey grunted.
The hot spray of his corner nice gushed upward, splashing beneath her chin. Brenda squealed as she felt it, her cunt suddenly convulsing with orgasm. Time and again, Joey’s cock gushed, sending spurt after spurt of creamy,
boiling cum-juice over her chin, her neck. She felt it running down her tits, and her eyes closed tightly as she pressed her thighs hard on her contracting cunt. Moans came from her as she pulled her son as tight as she could against her tits. Joey held them about his squirting cock, making gasping sounds, his balls writhing as they emptied.
“Ohhh, yes, darling!” Brenda sobbed in pleasure. “Come all over Mother’s tits! Ohhh, it’s so hot and wet! I love to feel cum-juice on my tits, Joey! God, you’re really shooting it, baby!”
The final gush of cum-juice shot out of his cock, and Joey’s legs shook. He pulled from his mother’s body, sitting back on the toilet and breathing hard. He noticed his mother’s tits were much prettier and mote shapely than those of the woman in the magazine.
CHAPTER TWO
Brenda sat on her heels, her tits naked and glistening with her son’s cum-juice. Her face radiated pleasure as she looked at him with slitted, sparkling eyes. Her skirt pulled part way up her thighs, and she was pleased when Joey lowered his gaze to them.
Although Brenda was not vain, she knew what she looked like. She knew she had a more exciting, more lovely body, than the woman in the picture. She also liked to be looked at, desired. Her cunt still throbbed, and it was very wet. Her orgasm had been strong, despite not being touched. But that was no surprise to her; Brenda came easily and often, and usually very hard. She never had the problem coming off like some women. There had been times she came just by fantasizing, or looking at the bulge of some boy’s pants, imagining what his cock and balls would look like naked.
“I’m a mess, aren’t I?” she said softly. Her eyes took in her son’s cock, watching it relax and droop along his thigh. “But I love it! I love the feel of cum-juice on me. I came, too, you know.”
Joey looked at her, a shy smile on his face. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react, what he was supposed to say. He had never done anything like this with a woman before. He had never touched a girl before, but had dreamed of the day it would happen. He didn’t know anything about a girl coming, but thought maybe they came the way he did, spurting that juice out of their cunts. He wanted to ask his mother to show her pussy to him, but he wasn’t certain about this new relationship with her.
Brenda stood up, smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs. Her tits stood out sweetly, gleaming with cum-juice. She stepped to the wash basin and ran the water, taking a cloth and wetting it. She grinned at her son as he watched her wash her tits.
“Well, darling,” Brenda said, tossing the cloth into the laundry hamper, “can’t you say anything? At least you can tell me you enjoyed it, can’t you?”
She stood without embarrassment, naked from the waist up, one hip leaning on the wash basin. She thought she should have washed his cock and balls, but was afraid if she touched them again, she wouldn’t let them go.
“I don’t know what to say, Mother,” Joey said, his voice low.
“You could say you like my tits,” Brenda said, lifting heir shoulders to make them stand out more. “You could tell me you enjoyed fucking my tits.”
Now Joey giggled, half in shyness. He nudged the open magazine with his toe.
“You’re better looking than her,” he said. “And I’m real and I’m here with you,” she answered. “I’m not a picture in a magazine. I’m real, in the flesh, with my tits showing.”
“Yeah,” he said, grinning a bit wider.
“Well, didn’t you enjoy it, baby?”
“Yeah,” key said again, his eyes flashing to her tits. “I enjoyed it, Mother. I mean, I loved doing it that way with you.”
“Doing what with me?”
“You know, my cock…”
“Don’t be shy,” she said. She twisted her nipples as she looked at her son, her expression wanton. “Don’t ever be shy.”
Joey swallowed. “I loved f-fucking your tits, Mother.”
“Ahhh, better,” she mewled. “Much better.” Joey continued to sit on the toilet, feeling the need to piss, but he didn’t want to do it with his mother watching. Brenda stood against the wash basin a moment longer, her eyes moving up and down his young body. He looked very erotic sitting there, his pants at his ankles and his t-shirt still high on his chest. The urge to piss grew stronger until Joey squirmed on the toilet. If his cock was between his thighs and not resting on one, he might have pissed anyway.
“Is something the matter?” Brenda asked, seeing him squirming.
“I just have to pee, Mother.”
“Then do it,” Brenda suggested. “I certainly won’t prevent you from taking a piss.”
Joey giggled.
“What’s so funny about pissing?” Brenda asked.
“Nothing, Mother,” he replied. “It’s just we’ve never talked this way before, using those words.”
“It’s time we did, I’d say,” Brenda answered, her voice lowering to a husky level again. “They’re just words, anyway.”
“But, Mother, they… you know, sound exciting.”
Brenda grinned lewdly at him.
“I know,” she said. “Why do you think I say them?”
Joey shoved his cock between his thighs, unable to hold his piss back much longer. It seemed he had to piss after he came every time, and that didn’t make sense to his young mind.
“Not that way,” Brenda said. “Girls sit down to piss; boys stand up.”
“But not in front of you, Mother,” Joey protested.
“And why the hell not? Everyone pisses.”
“But, I’d be embarrassed.”
“Want to bet?” Brenda said, grinning wickedly. “Now, stand up and piss like a man, baby. I want to see it, anyway.”
Joey stood, turning to face the toilet. He felt heat on his young face when his mother moved up beside him, one arm around his shoulders, her eyes looking down at his cock.
“Don’t blush,” Brenda said, and took hold of his cock with her other hand, holding it with her finger and thumb. “Who ever heard of anyone blushing because they have to piss?”
“But, Mother…”
“Oh, baby, just piss, please!”
It didn’t take much for them to start. He had to piss badly, and even with his mother holding his cock, the golden stream hissed out and splashed into the toilet bowl.
“Nice,” Brenda purred, watching her son’s cock, seeing his hot piss gush from his cockhead. She wiggled his cock a bit, making the stream jerk around. “We can make patterns,” she laughed.
Brenda moved behind her son, still holding his cock. She pressed her body against his back, her tits just fitting over his shoulders. She pushed her crotch into his back, squeezing his cock to make his piss come out in squirts, giggling with pleasure.
Joey felt his mother’s tits resting on his shoulders, felt her pressing at his back. When she began to squirm her lower stomach against him, he wished she was naked. His desire to see and feel his mother’s cunt was powerful inside his young mind and body, but although his mother was holding his cock and pushing against him, Joey still didn’t know how far he could go with her.
Brenda slipped her other hand under his balls, holding them as he kept pissing in squirts. She used her thumb and finger to squeeze his cock, then, playfully, she rubbed her thumb and finger back and forth on his cock in a jacking motion.
“Mother, you’re gonna”
“I know,” she giggled. “This will give you a hard-on again, right?”
Without warning, Brenda slipped her hand from his balls and placed it over the head of his cock. Immediately the flow of his piss stopped.
“Don’t stop, Joey,” she whispered. “Keep pissing. I want to feel it.”
Hot piss sprayed from her hand, and Joey giggled shyly.
“Ohhh, it’s very hot, baby!” Brenda cooed, feeling him piss into her hand. “So hot and wet! It’s nice, Joey, very nice.”
She played with his cock as he pissed, and Joey found he wasn’t as embarrassed as he thought he would be. On the contrary, it excited him. He pu
shed his cock forward, leaning his head to one side and feeling his mother’s tit on his check.
“Mmmmmm, much better, honey,” she mewled, pleased that her son was showing more interest and not so much shyness. “Want Mother to give you another hard-on? I can do it. I can make your cock very hard again.”
“Do it, Mother!” Joey gasped.
He was no longer pissing, and Brenda cupped his cock and balls in one hand, feeling the wetness of his piss. She stroked and squeezed and fondled his cock and balls, feeling his prick starting to swell again. She closed her fist about his cock and began to stroke back and forth, both of them watching his cock shaft swell, his prick shaft thicken.
“Oooh, it’s getting so big!” Brenda cooed, squeezing his cock. “I love a big, hard cock, Joey! I can play with a hard cock all day.”
Joey wanted more than ever to see his mother’s cunt, but still was hesitant to ask. This change in their relationship had come suddenly, and he was unsure of his status. But he wasn’t about to stop what his mother was doing. It was so much better to have her stroking his cock than his own hand.
But Brenda turned his cock loose.
“Turn around,” she whispered, her voice very throaty.
When Joey turned, he saw his mother’s expression was hot and wanton, her eyes blazing.
“Ohhh, God, Joey!” she whimpered, sinking to her knees before her son. “It’s so fucking beautiful!”
She placed her hands on his hips, staring at his cock and balls with hot, hungry eyes. She ran her tongue over her lips, her tits were swollen, her nipples rigid. Her face was level with her son’s thrusting cock, and she watched his piss hole flare and drip again. One of his balls hung a bit lower than the other, she noticed. The scant bit of hair at the base of his cock was something she had dreamed about for years. Brenda had no use for hairy cocks and balls, but only a young one like Joey’s, the less hair the better.
Her skirt hiked halfway up her thighs as she sat on her heels, her knees slightly parted. Her cunt was throbbing again, her clit knotted in tingling pleasure. She gazed at the wetness of his cock and balls, the scent of piss clinging to them. The scent excited her tremendously, and she found this odd. As strong and erotic as her fantasies had been, she hadn’t considered piss to be exciting. Yet right now, it certainly was. She leaned a little closer, inhaling deeply, her tits swelling out and up.
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