“And if you keep jacking on my cock,” he said, “I’m gonna come off again on your hand.”
“Oh, baby,” she gurgled, squeezing his prick. “I love it when you come!” She held his cock tight and jacked up and down it quickly.
“Let’s stop again, Mother,” Johnny said in a thick voice. “I just gotta put this someplace.”
Judy let the car drift to the side of the highway, then saw a small off-road trail leading into the desert. She wheeled along it until they were perhaps a hundred yards from the highway, still visible, but not too easily seen.
They got out of the car, feeling the hot sun beating down on them. Judy’s tits were still exposed, as was her ass since her skirt was still tucked into her panties. Johnny’s cock thrust out beautifully from his gaping fly.
She shivered when he unbelted his pants and let them fall to his ankles. She stared in excitement at her son’s cock, watching it seep at the piss hole. His balls looked so mouthwateringly full, she licked her lips with anticipation.
“You want this cock, Mother?” Johnny said, gripping it with a tight fist and stroking back and forth. “You want my hard cock, Mother?”
“Oh, yes!” she squealed.
“You gotta take your skirt off,” he said.
“I will, baby! Mother will take it off. Mother will do anything you say.”
She stepped out of her skirt, not caring that it fell to the hot sand. She stood with her blouse open, tits naked, nipples lifting to the sun. Her torn panties dangled at her hips. Johnny gazed at his mother’s body, seeing those creamy, long thighs and the tantalizing shadow of her cunt hair past the shredded crotch of her panties.
“Take your panties off,” he growled hotly.
Judy stripped her panties away, standing up in proud loveliness. Johnny stared with hot eyes at the triangle of her cunt hair, seeing the coppery glints the sun made in the long strands.
“Show it to me, Mother,” Johnny grunted, squeezing at his cock. “Show me your cunt! I wanna see your hot cunt, Mother!”
“Yes, baby, yes!”
Judy shoved her hands down, both going between her legs. She spread her feet on the sand and arched her pelvis forward, pulling the hair and the wet lips of her cunt far apart, her clitoris tingling wetly and protruding outward. She shivered with pleasure as she watched him stroking his cock, hoping he wasn’t going to just stand there and look at her naked tits and cunt and beat his cock until he came.
She would do it if he demanded, she knew. Judy would do whatever her son asked of her as she had told him. She would enjoy it, but she wanted to be touched and stroked along with it, but she wasn’t going to ask for that, she did just as her son wanted. If his desire was to look at her naked body and jack off, she would do it. But it wouldn’t be as much fun for her.
Maybe Johnny understood what she was thinking. He moved to her and took her hand, then pulled her toward the car. He had her sit in her seat with her feet out.
“Open your legs, Mother,” he said.
She spread her knees.
Johnny moved between her thighs, and Judy thought he was going to tell her to suck his cock off again, something she was more than eager to do. Instead he shoved his cock to one tit.
She looked down and watched him rub the head of his cock about her nipple, smearing it with the seeping juices. It made her tit and nipple tingle so good! He slipped his cock to her other tit, doing the same there.
“Close your tits around my cock, Mother!”
Judy pressed her tits about his prick as he shoved it between them. She watched his cock as he began to work it about the heat of her tits, seeing the head come up between them and touch at her chin.
“I’m gonna fuck your tits, Mother!” Johnny grunted. “I’m gonna fuck your hot tits with my cock!”
Judy found his hard cock sliding between her tits good. She loved the hardness of it, the hot throbbing and the way his piss hole brushed her chin. She tucked her chin down and let the head of his cock brush her lips, then she shoved her tongue out to lick the piss hole as he moved his cock up and down. She pressed her tits hard about his prick, enjoying the way his full balls rubbed beneath them.
“Are you going to come this way, Johnny?” she asked, looking up at his young, excited face, her eyes smoldering with passion. “Are you going to fuck Mother’s tits and come all over them?”
“I’ll come where I want, Mother,” he panted. “If I wanna come on your fucking tits, I will. If I wanna come in your cocksucking face, I will! I’ll come where I wanna come! I’ll fuck your hairy cunt if I wanna fuck it!”
“Yes!” Judy whimpered, squeezing her tits tighter about his cock. “Oh, yes! You will, darling! Do anything you want with me, with my tits, my cunt, my face… my whole body! Just make me do it, Johnny!”
He pulled his cock away, but rubbed the head about his mother’s nipples again. Then he lifted the wet, seeping head. “Kiss it, Mother! Give my cock a kiss… right there where it’s nice and wet!”
“Ooooooh, yes!”
Judy pressed her lips against her son’s piss hole, kissing it eagerly. The taste of his dripping juices inflamed her mind and her cunt began to convulse once more. She kissed his cock again and again, running her lips about the smooth head, the tip of her tongue just barely touching it. She shoved the tip of her tongue against his piss hole, as if trying to enter it.
“That’s enough kissing, Mother,” he said, stepping back a ways. “I wanna see your cunt.”
Judy’s eyes were hazy with lewd desire as she spread her legs as far as she could.
“Lean back and pull your knees up, Mother.”
Judy leaned back on the seat, drawing her knees to her tits, wrapping her arms around them. The position lifted her naked ass and she watched her son through her legs.
Johnny gazed at his mother’s cunt, the lips pooching outward, lined by silky dark hair. He saw the spreading of her rounded ass cheeks, the tight star-shaped pucker of her asshole.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Mother!”
“Oh, yes!” Judy squealed, arching her ass higher yet.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said again.
“Yes!”
“You’re gonna let me fuck you, Mother.”
“Yes, yes, Johnny!”
Judy lifted her head so she could look at her son, staring between her knees with almost vacant, but very hot eyes. His cock was rigid, the head so round, so smooth, dripping that delicious juice. Johnny came close and the wet head of his prick brushed the cheek of her ass. Judy moaned when she felt it, her tongue licking her lips as she anticipated the beautiful thrust of his lovely cock into her cunt.
“Tell me to do it, Mother,” Johnny said, his voice thick and bold now. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
The head of his cock brushed about the creamy smoothness of her ass, but he wouldn’t bring it to her boiling pussy.
“I’ll tell you!” she screamed heatedly at him. “I’ll tell you anything you want!”
“Say it, Mother,” he pressed.
“Yes, I will!” She twisted her naked ass about, trying to find his cock with her fiery cunt, but he kept it from her. “I want you to fuck me, Johnny! I want you to put your beautiful cock in my cunt and fuck me!”
Johnny moved his prick to the puffy lips of his mother’s pussy. Judy felt it sear her sensitive flesh. She moaned with eagerness.
“You want it, Mother?”
“I want it!” she screamed.
“Tell me!”
“I want your cock in my cunt!” Judy babbled, twirling her ass and trying to get his prick into her greedy cunt. “I want your big cock in my cunt, fucking me! Fuck my pussy, darling! Ohhhh, fuck Mother’s hot, wet cunt!”
The round head of his cock slipped between the hairy lips of her pussy. Judy sucked in air, her eyes blazing with wanton heat, unseeing. The swollen head of her son’s cock spread the puffy, now quite soggy, lips of her cunt as it entered. She hissed again then held her breath as her son sho
ved more of that wonderful hardness into her steamy pussy.
Johnny held his cock half inside his mother’s cunt. She wiggled, whimpering to have it filling her all the way. He placed his hands on the backs of her folded-back thighs, gazing down at the way his mother’s hairlined pussy held his throbbing cock.
But then he could wait no longer. He slammed his cock into her cunt, driving it in all the way.
“Ooohhh!” Judy wailed, feeling her pussy stretch deliciously as her son’s cock stuffed it. “Oh, God, God!”
She shook as his balls banged upon the split of her ass cheeks, his cock deep as it could possibly go. She pulled at her knees, trying to lift her ass higher, wanting his cock as far as she could take it into her fiery, slippery pussy.
Standing in the sand, leaning in through the open door of the car, his mother spread out wantonly on the seat, arching her naked cunt to him, Johnny began to plunge his cock in and out, watching it, seeing the slippery wetness cling to the shaft, her tight, hairy cunt lips closing around him. His balls beat at the crack of her ass, banging against her tightly puckered asshole, sending greater ecstasy through her.
“You love it, don’t you, Mother?” Johnny grunted as he thrust hard into her boiling pussy. “You really love a hard fuck, don’t you?”
“Yes, baby, yes!” she screamed up at him, churning her ass about, arching and straining. “I do! Oh, darling I do love to fuck!”
“You love my cock, Mother?”
“Oh, darling… I love your cock!”
“Want more?”
“I want it all!” Judy yelled, twisting her ass about as she pulled it upwards into his prick. “I want your hard cock… forever! Fucking me… fucking me…”
It had never felt this good, never been this good before. Her cunt was deliciously stretched, so wonderfully filled. The orgasms ripping through her caused her wet cunt to clamp around her son’s cock with the wet heat, squeezing and drawing on it. The sobs tearing from her throat were the sounds of a woman experiencing the ultimate of ecstasy. Each throbbing ridge seemed like rippling waves inside her velvety pussy. The length of his cock seemed to reach into places she had never been aware of, deliciously sensitive areas deep in her cunt that had never been probed before.
Judy was coming and coming and her son was still hard and banging her. His sweet balls rained hotly upon her shaking ass cheeks, striking the tight pucker of her asshole, sending sparks of crackling orgasms rushing about her convulsing cunt. Her mind was reeling with the frantic pleasure she seldom found.
So great was her ecstasy, she was hardly aware when her son slammed deep and hard into her hairy cunt, his body stiffening, holding his cock deep. She was vaguely aware of the increase in his throbbing, but her orgasms were so powerful, she wasn’t certain. She heard her son grunt twice, then it seemed as if a dam had fractured, then broke open far inside her greedy pussy.
Thick come juice boiled from her son’s cock and splashed against the satiny walls of her pussy in a drenching rain of lewd ecstasy.
The rapid spurts of his come juice sent shudders of mind-warping orgasms bursting throughout her almost naked body. Judy was screaming loudly, although she didn’t know it. The hair-rimmed lips of her cunt were gripping her son’s spewing cock in flexing waves, as if it were sucking him off with wild delight. Through her orgiastic mist Judy could feel her son’s balls writhing against her asshole as the spasms of them sent his come juice flying from his piss hole.
Her orgasms ceased when his did, and Johnny kept his cock pressed deep into his mother’s cunt, gasping harshly as he rested, his hands still on the backs of her thighs. But Judy lowered her uplifted ass to the seat, and as she did, his cock came free with an audible moist sound. She felt her son’s cock drag up the slit of her cunt and brush her nervy clitoris. She moaned softly as it passed and left a wet, slimy trail along her inner thigh and thick patch of cunt hair.
As Johnny pulled his pants up, she noticed he was suddenly unusually quiet. She stepped from the car and smoothed her skirt over her hips, watching him from the corners of her eyes, wondering what was bothering him. She buttoned her blouse and climbed behind the wheel of the car. She sat and waited while her son gazed out into the desert. Then he opened his pants and pulled his cock out again. She watched him piss, but her eyes were on his face, not his cock.
He didn’t look troubled, she thought. He just looked as if he had a lot to think about.
Well, sure he has, Judy thought. In one afternoon his own mother had jacked him off, sucked his prick until he came in her mouth, and now he had just fucked her. Any boy his age would have had some thinking to do.
CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of the drive home was very quiet.
Judy did not try to break in on her son’s thoughts. If he had to sort all this out in his mind, if he needed any help or explanations from her, he would ask. And until he asked, she would not interfere.
The one thing she hoped, desperately, was that he was not ashamed of fucking her. That would destroy her, she felt. If her son hated her or was disgusted by her and turned away now that she had revealed her innermost desires to him, it would destroy her completely.
This desire to be forced into sex was something not many people knew about. Once her ex-husband had learned of it, he had been unable to cope and so she was no longer married. Judy would not have told Johnny if his father had not tried to turn him from her. She would have gone on being in love with her own son and suffered in total silence.
Was this wild, raging desire to be abused and degraded and forced to perform those deviant sexual things about to turn Johnny from her, too? Why did she have to be forced into doing those things? Why couldn’t she be like other women, like other mothers? Why couldn’t she be turned on in the so-called proper way? What was this driving need to be made to do those things? Judy knew that if she wasn’t forced, wasn’t told to do them, sex was no fun for her.
Judy drove into the long lane leading up to their old, weather-beaten clap-board house. Old, but very well taken care, the home had been in her family for generations. It was now hers, and she had moved into it after her divorce. Johnny loved the place. It was out in the open, at the edge of the desert. It was hot, but the heat was dry, easy to take. The ground was fertile and she had plenty of water. Tall, graceful trees surrounded the house, helping to cool it. There was a wide expanse of lawn with a grape arbor. The arbor had been constructed with a sprinkling system throughout, and Judy loved being inside it on very hot days, the cooling mist keeping her body cool and comfortable.
Behind the house was a small but thriving garden of vegetables. There were also a couple of fruit trees, old but still productive and very beautiful.
She parked at the side of the house beneath an ancient oak. Johnny was out of the car before she had time to set the brake, and she watched him disappear into the house before she had closed her car door.
Troubled, she entered behind him. The door led through a huge, farm-sized kitchen and into a living room. At one wall was a stone fireplace huge enough for a man to stand inside of. The furniture was modern and comfortable.
Her room was off the living room, and she went into it and removed her clothing. She stood naked, the door of her bedroom left open with her son in the house for the first time. She lifted her shapely tits in her hands, looking down at them, seeing the shape was as good as any saucy-titted young girl’s. Her waist was still narrow, her stomach still flat. Her hips were rounded, but still like a teenaged girl’s hips.
Her legs were long, tantalizingly smooth, and very well tanned. Her ass jutted out in a teasing way, the cheeks rippling tightly when she walked. The dark patch of hair at the base of her stomach was curly and very thick. The lips of her cunt were not fat, but they weren’t slim, either. They were puffy, always puffy, swelling with the heat that tormented her. Judy’s cunt was tight, very tight.
She was fortunate, she thought, to have such a tight cunt. It could clamp hard on a slim cock or a thick one, a
nd each prick could excite and thrill her equally. The size of a cock meant nothing to her, she loved all sizes. Her clitoris was long and extremely sensitive. A touch, even a very light touch, would send her cunt into steamy desire and throw her mind into an eager, lewd willingness to do anything her partner wanted of her — if he told her to do it.
But it was important that he tell her, make her, force her.
She found her shorts and halter and cupped her tits into the halter and tied it between her shoulder blades. Then she stepped into the shorts, zipping them up in back. The shorts were cut high on her hips, exposing more thigh than most shorts and making her legs look even longer. Sliding her feet into a pair of thongs, she left her room and passed through the living area and into the kitchen. She found a frosted beer in the refrigerator and uncapped it. She leaned against the huge, oak table and sipped it, wondering what was wrong with her son.
His shuffling feet made her lift her head. Johnny came in wearing his usual faded cut-off jeans. Seeing his mother sipping a beer, he opened one for himself. He had never drunk beer in front of her before, but she knew he had had one or two on very hot days.
She looked at him, seeing his handsome face, his hair curling at his neck. He was as tanned as she was, his flesh brown from the sun.
When half his beer was gone, he set the bottle on the counter near the sink and faced her, his arms crossed over his broadening chest. He looked at her unflinchingly.
“You really meant it, didn’t you, Mother?”
“Mean what, Johnny?”
“About being made… you know, forced, to do those things we did on the way home.”
“I was truthful with you, honey.”
“But why, Mother?” he asked. “Why me?”
“Because… because…” she paused as she kept her gaze steady on his eyes. “Johnny, the most important thing about it is that I… I love you.”
“I know that, Mother.”
“I mean, like a man, not just as if you were my son,” she said. “I love you the way a woman would — should — love a man. I love you in every way a woman is supposed to love her man, and I want you for my man.”
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