He looked at her for a long time. Then he said, “But I have to force you and make you do it?”
“That’s the only way I enjoy it, Johnny.”
“The only way?”
She nodded, finishing her beer. Johnny reached out and took the bottle from her, setting it next to his unfinished one.
“You’ll do anything… as long as I make you do it? Anything at all, no matter what it is?”
“That’s right.”
“And you’ll enjoy it?”
“I’ll love it, love every second of it,” she admitted again to him.
“You mean rape?”
She shook her head, her hair dancing. “No, that’s too violent. No, never use rape on me, baby. Just touch me… here,” she cupped her tits. “Or here.” She ran a hand between her thighs. “Then I’ll do anything for you. All you have to do is tell me to do it, and I’ll go wild with desire.”
“You mean, if I say ‘Mother, kiss my ass’, you will?”
She nodded again, her eyes growing hot. “That’s what I mean.”
He looked at her for a long time. “All I have to do is say kiss my ass and you get hot?”
“So hot I come sometimes,” she said without shame.
“Did you now?”
“No, but my cunt started tingling.”
“Why didn’t you come?”
“Because we’re just talking about it,” she responded. “If you meant it — if I knew you meant it — I’d be coming by now, and so wild with the desire to kiss your ass, you couldn’t get your cutoffs down fast enough for me.”
Johnny fell silent, and she perched her rounded ass on the edge of the oak table, swinging a slender foot gently back and forth, watching him… waiting.
“Then, Mother, we could have a hell of a ball, couldn’t we?” he said, grinning at her. “I mean, I can have everything I want, can’t I? I can make you do anything? You’ll do what I tell you to do?”
“And love it, darling,” she murmured, her pulse racing again with anticipation.
He had come off three times this afternoon, and she wondered if he had the strength to come once more. He was young — very young — and boys his age, because it was so new and exciting and erotic, managed to maintain a beautiful hard-on for a long time and come and come and come!
“Yes, I’d love to do what you tell me. I’ll be your fuck-slave, Johnny. I’ll be the dream you and every kid your age dreams of… the kind of woman you visualize when you jack off, but can never find. I’ll be your whore, your cunt, your cocksucker. I’ll be anything you want me to be… but remember, you have to make me do it.”
Johnny grinned at his mother and she glanced at his cutoffs. His cock was lifting, starting to bulge out again.
“What if you changed your mind, Mother? I mean, what if I told you to do something you didn’t want to do?”
“There’s nothing I don’t want to do… just as long as you make me do it,” she replied, her eyes fascinated as she watched his cock lift inside his cutoffs. “I want to do everything you want me to do.”
“What about your reputation?” he asked.
“What reputation?” she laughed. “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I own this place and live here with you. I can do what I want here. No one lives within two miles and we can’t even really be seen from the road. I know no one I care about, and there is no one to concern themselves with me and what I do.”
She saw that her son was thinking deeply about something, and she shivered with a vague feeling of impending disaster. She knew he had a lot of friends in the small community, his school friends. She had also heard some whispered stories about wild teenaged sex games out in the desert.
“Okay, Mother,” he said, grinning at her. “From now on, you’ll be my fuck-slave, right? I’ll be in control of the fucking department. You can still be in control of everything else. I’ll still be your son to everyone, but here at home you’re my fuck-slave, right?”
She nodded, her eyes glistening with delight.
“And anything I say goes… about fucking?”
“Yes, baby,” she murmured.
“Don’t forget, anything.”
“Anything.”
“You remember you said you’d do it and do it happily, right?”
“Oh, yes!”
She saw him open his cutoffs, his cock thrusting up and out as they dropped. “Since I have my own fuck-slave, Mother, why don’t you prove to me you mean it.”
“All you have to do is tell me, Johnny.”
“Kiss my fucking ass!”
A lurch throbbed through Judy’s cunt as she watched her son turn his back to her, throwing his tight, muscular ass in her direction.
“Come on, kiss my fucking ass, Mother!”
Judy moaned as she went to her knees behind her son’s naked ass. She placed her hands on his hips and began to burn eager, wet kisses all over his ass cheeks.
“Use your fucking tongue!” Johnny groaned. “Lick my ass, Mother!”
Judy shot her long tongue out quickly and began racing the flat surface of it up and down the cheeks of his ass. Johnny wiggled his ass into her face as she ran one hand in front of him, grasping the throbbing hardness of his cock, pumping her tight fist back and forth on it. Her tongue licked almost frantically about his ass cheeks, and when Johnny wiggled about and her tongue raked along the split, the tip entered the crack and probed his asshole. Her pussy was convulsing inside her shorts as she whimpered in delight, her breathing hot as it fanned her son’s flesh. The tip of her tongue lapped deep, tasting his tight asshole, his balls resting against her chin as he arched backwards. She jerked on his cock in a frenzy as she licked wetly about his asshole.
“Jack on my prick, Mother!” Johnny was groaning. “Oh, lick my hot asshole, Mother! Suck my ass… jack my cock! Ahhh, this is so fucking good, Mother! You’re gonna jack my cock off, make me come, and lick my asshole good!”
Judy gripped her son’s hip with one hand, the other flying back and forth on his hard cock. Her tongue ran against his asshole, then down to lick his balls, only to race back to his asshole once more. The inner cheeks of his ass pressed hotly against her face, her lips now rounded on his asshole, her tongue probing as she sucked with furious passion. Her cunt was convulsing in tight waves of hot, liquid orgasms, her tits tight now as they pressed the backs of his thighs.
She felt his prick throbbing in her fist. She didn’t want him to come off, to spurt his come juice against the cupboard. But if he did she would lick it from the wood hungrily.
Judy whimpered into her son’s asshole, her tongue pressing until the tip passed the tight ring.
“Ahhh, do it, Mother!” Johnny urged in a tight voice. “Fuck my ass with your cocksucking tongue! That’s good, good, Mother! Suck my asshole… fuck it with your tongue!”
Judy stabbed her tongue in and out of her son’s asshole, trying to thrust it deep. This was new to her, she had never done anything like it before. But it was good, very good. She loved the hot tightness of his asshole around her tongue as she fucked it. She loved the way his precious balls were resting on her chin, the way his cock seemed so hard and throbbing in her pumping fist.
Suddenly Johnny jerked his ass away from her face, turning toward her. Judy was on her knees before her son, her eyes fogged with the intensity of her lust. When he turned, her hand was jacking his prick frantically, watching his balls bang back and forth. Johnny arched his hips toward his mother’s face, the piss hole of his cock bubbling wetly. She lifted her other hand and grabbed his balls tightly, her lips parted as she panted with eagerness. Johnny was much too excited to say anything at this moment, but she knew what was going to happen. She would not take his cock into her mouth until he told her to. She was his fuck-slave and she had to wait until he told her what to do.
But Johnny didn’t tell her to do anything.
He stood on shaking legs, leaning against the counter, looking down into his mother’s passion-twisted face as
she beat rapidly and delightfully on his hard cock.
“In your fucking face!” Johnny shouted.
“Ooooo, yes!”
“I’m gonna come in your fucking face, Mother!”
“God, yes!”
His cock throbbed in her pounding fist, her lips parted and her eyes glassy with wanton pleasure.
Thick white come juice flew from the flare of his piss hole. It splashed below her right eye, searing her hot flesh. Judy’s cunt contracted as an insane orgasm burst within it. She squealed as the second squirt of creamy come juice splashed on the tip of her nose. The thick, sweet come juice erupted from her son’s cock like a spouting geyser. Come juice spattered her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and chin. Some of it clung to her eyebrow and one sweet glob had landed between her parted lips.
She beat his prick with a frenzy as he came, taking the full discharge into her beautiful face hungrily, lustfully.
“Lick the head of my cock,” Johnny whispered in a tight voice after he finished coming off. “Lick the head of my prick, Mother.”
Judy ran her tongue about his come-wet cock, tasting it, lapping it eagerly. She pressed the tip of her tongue against his piss hole, moving her fist on the shaft. She brought up one last bubble of come juice and moaned as she swallowed it.
“Wipe your face, Mother,” he said. “Use your hands and wipe your face.”
Judy sat on her heels before her son, smearing his come juice about her face.
“Now lick your hands.”
With a cry of pleasure, Judy licked swiftly about her comejuice-wet palms, cleaning them.
Johnny held his mother’s wet cheeks with his hands, shoving his cock and balls against her face and twisting them about, mewling with pleasure as his mother kissed them. She caressed the cheeks of his ass while he stood and rubbed his cock and balls all over her face, feeling as if she would never stop coming.
Later, she bathed in a tub filled with scented oils, wanting to be fresh and clean for her son. She was at his beck and call now, and she wondered if she would ever be happier.
The sun was sinking, and here in the desert, night came swiftly and darkly.
She dried herself, put on a gauzy robe, then went to the living room where her son sat, the remains of a TV dinner on a tray before him. She had not been hungry. Her excitement about this day was too good to lose by eating.
She sat next to him, caressing his thigh and leaning her face against his shoulder.
“I love you, darling,” she murmured.
Johnny wrapped an arm about her shoulders, cupping one firm tit through the gown. “I think we’re gonna have a real ball, Mom.”
“I love to ball,” she giggled.
“If you’re told,” he said.
“I love to ball only when I’m told,” she emphasized, caressing his naked thigh. “I hope you plan to move into my bedroom with me now, Johnny. I’d rather sleep with you from now on. I hate being alone in bed.”
“Tomorrow,” he said, squeezing her tit. “I’ll move everything I have in there tomorrow.”
Judy sighed happily and snuggled close to him, cupping his cock and balls tenderly.
CHAPTER FIVE
Both slept late.
It was midday and getting hot when they finally got up. Judy ate a very light brunch with her son. She had gotten out of bed excited, feeling that vague sense of something impending, something that she could not define. It was an exciting feeling, one that she enjoyed.
Wearing shorts and a man’s shirt that was tight between her tits, her hair brushed, face scrubbed free of make-up, Judy looked only a few years older than her son. Her youthful appearance would easily enable her to blend in with any teenaged crowd. Johnny, as usual, was wearing cutoffs and nothing else.
While Johnny was making up their bed — something that pleased her — she walked outside. As far as she could see, there was desert, a sage-brush-dotted desert that led to distant, naked mountains. The green lawn and huge old trees, the vegetation on her land, were the only cool places around for miles. She walked to the grape arbor and sat on the circular bench, enjoying the day.
An hour later her son joined her.
“I moved everything into our bedroom, Mother,” he said, sitting beside her.
“Everything?”
“Everything I have. My old room is empty.”
She stroked his shoulder, feeling so happy. “You’re my man, Johnny,” she murmured softly.
He untied her man’s shirt. Judy glanced about, toward the road. He noticed. “Expecting someone, Mother?”
“No, of course not.”
“You sure looked around quick.”
“I’ve never been naked outside before,” she said. “It makes me feel a little strange.”
“There’s no one around to see but me,” he reminded her.
Judy smiled at him as he drew the shirt from her arms. Her tits arched out, the rubbery nipples pointing upwards, stiff already. She sat naked from the waist up, feeling better, enjoying the exposure outside. She glanced at the front of his cutoffs and was rewarded to see his cock bulging there. She wanted to slide her hand up his thigh, shove her fingers under the frayed legs and tickle his balls and touch his cock.
Johnny leaned back, looking at his mother’s tits. The fact that his cock was bulging up bothered him not at all. He was proud of his ability to achieve a hard-on swiftly, and so was his mother.
With her tits revealed there in the grape arbor, Judy felt her cunt twitching and swelling in the tight confines of her shorts. It was a good feeling between her thighs, and she writhed her ass on the bench, letting her son know what she was feeling.
“I bet it would be exciting to be totally naked out here, Mother,” he said, rubbing the hardness of his cock boldly, spreading his legs out. “Nice and naked and fucking like crazy.”
“Whatever you want, darling,” she whispered, watching his cock throb through his cutoffs. “Just tell me what you want, that’s all it takes.”
“I’d like seeing you naked out here,” Johnny said. “Why don’t you take your shorts off, Mother?”
Judy did not question him. She stood and unzipped her shorts. They were very tight and she had to practically peel them down her hips. She wiggled her hips as she rolled the shorts downward, shoved them past her knees, then placed them on the bench next to him. She stood for a moment so he could look upon her naked beauty, then she sat down next to him again.
Johnny moved his hand up and down her creamy thigh. Judy responded by spreading her legs for him. She looked down her body as he rubbed his hand up and down her hairlined cunt, pressing lightly upon the puffy pussy. A shiver rippled along her smooth, naked flesh. Her clitoris, already inflamed, knotted as if she were on the brink of orgasm.
Johnny began to whirl his hand.
“Ooooo!”
He whirled his fingers faster and faster on her cunt, and Judy arched her crotch up, groaning with pleasure, twisting her hips to his circling fingers, the pressure of them. The orgasm, when it came, was strong, as were most of them. Judy bit into her bottom lip as her son’s whipping fingers flew against her convulsing pussy.
“You come so fucking easy, Mother,” Johnny said.
“I do! Oh, I come very easy, baby. I love to come. I could come all day!”
When he pulled his hand from her cunt, his palm was wet and slippery with all her juices. He pulled the frayed leg of his cutoffs to one side and the rounded head of his cock jutted out.
“Kiss it, Mother,” Johnny said. “Give my cock a kiss.”
With a sob of pleasure, Judy lowered her face to his lap. She placed her warm, moist lips upon the head of her son’s cock and kissed it, tasting the seeping fluids bubbling from his flaring piss hole. She wanted to take it into her mouth, but she wanted him to tell her first. Johnny didn’t say anything. He gasped when her lips touched the head of his cock, but said nothing about her sucking it.
“Kiss it again,” he whispered. “Just the head. Kiss the he
ad of my cock.”
Judy kissed his prick again.
“Lick my piss hole with your tongue.”
Judy darted the tip of her tongue out, wiggling it about the seeping piss hole, tasting those delicious juices that boiled against it. She circled the smooth head of his prick with her tongue, mewling softly in delight.
“That’s enough right now, Mother,” Johnny said, and she reluctantly lifted her face. “You’re sure good at that, you know, Mother?”
“Maybe it’s because I love it,” she teased, her eyes sparkling at him. “Maybe I’m so good at it because I just love a cock in my mouth. It makes me come, too.”
She was sitting on the bench with her legs open in case he wanted to feel her up again. Johnny lowered his eyes to her bushy pussy. Then he slipped from the bench and sat on the wooden floor of the arbor between his mother’s spread legs, looking at her cunt. Pink and wet, with the dark hair around it, the swell of her ass below, her pussy was appealing.
He kissed his mother’s thigh just past her knee, causing Judy to moan softly. She looked down at his handsome face as he gazed at her cunt, pleased with his expression.
Then, without a word, Johnny shoved his face into his mother’s crotch!
“Ohhh, yes,” Judy sobbed.
Johnny’s mouth pressed against her puffy cunt, smashing the distended clitoris. He slipped his hands along her thighs, then under them. He pulled gently and Judy pushed her ass forward so he could cup the firm cheeks. His nose was buried into the thick curls of her cunt, his eyes flashing up her body and into her face. When Johnny opened his mouth and pressed his lips about her cunt, Judy’s eyes became teary with ecstasy.
“Oh, baby,” she murmured as she gazed at him with fiery eyes. “Oh, honey, that’s good, so good.”
Johnny slipped his tongue from his mouth and licked at the sensitive cunt lips, curling his fingers into his mother’s shivering ass cheeks. His tongue moved up and down each pussy lip, then dragged from the bottom, sliding the tip into her pussy, then up and over her steamy clitoris. Judy yelped with ecstasy as he twisted his tongue around her clitoris. Then he had his lips holding it, sucking as his tongue lapped the sensitive tip. Judy held his head with her hot, inner thighs, arching her cunt into his face and twisting it, gasping with the pleasure.
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