“Mmmmmm, suck hard, baby!” she cooed. “Suck Mother’s tit real hard!”
Mike sucked, his tongue licking, his hand on her ass starting to slide and move now. Donna wiggled, mewling.
“Oh, yes, Mike. Feel me, baby! Run your hand all over Mother’s body! Touch me all over. Feel me, darling!”
Mike ran his hand feverishly about his mother’s ass, touching and caressing, his fingers brushing the soft hairs of her cunt as he moved his fingers along the split of her hot ass. He squirmed beneath her as he sucked at her tit. Touching her excited him the way he had expected it. He had wondered what it would be like to feel a girl, a naked girl, and all his expectations were coming true.
Donna’s flesh rippled with delicious sensations as her son ran his hands about her flesh. She shivered and purred. She had missed this for a long time, almost forgotten how good it felt to have a hot hand touching her body.
She lifted up, pulling her tit from her son’s mouth, looking down at him with blazing eyes.
“Now, baby!” she moaned. “Oh, God… Mike, Mother wants it now!”
She pressed her crotch down, twisting it as her cunt searched for his throbbing cock. She felt his smooth cockhead slide along her inner thigh, brush across the wet, puffy lips of her cunt, then slide up toward her asshole. Mike, just as eager as, or more than, his mother, shoved his hand down there and positioned his cock.
Donna placed her fiery cunt on his cockhead, and then pushed down. She held her breath, feeling her son’s cock slide into her cunt, spreading her sensitive cuntlips with the throbbing hardness.
“Ohhhh, God!” she cried out as her cunt crushed onto the base of his cock. “Mike! Ohhhh, baby!”
She dropped her weight onto him, wrapping her arms about his neck and holding him tightly. Her firm tits flattened on his chest, her nipples searing his flesh. Mike was holding the cheeks of his mother’s writhing ass, one in each hand, straining his cock up into her gripping cunt. Donna could feel Mike’s cock throbbing against the tight lips of her pussy, her clit pressing at the base. She sucked in a deep breath of air, and lifted her hips, her cunt pulling upward on his cock. She moved slowly, feeling every ridge of his lovely hard cock. She lifted her ass until she had just the swollen head of his cock inside her cunt. She held it for a moment, then lunged her cunt down hard and fast.
“Ahhhhh!” Mike moaned.
“Oh, yes, baby!”
Clutching him around his neck, Donna began to hump her naked ass up and down, fucking her son. Her only movements were in her hips, her hot thighs pressing tightly against his. Her ass bounced and twisted as she lunged up and down. Each thrust of her cunt pushed the breath out of Mike’s lungs, making him grunt softly.
Donna squealed in delight, her wet cunt making his cock slippery. Her cuntlips clutched his cock tightly, then opened, tightened again. It was all involuntarily. Donna had no conscious thought of what her cunt was doing. Mike’s hands clung to her dancing ass tightly, his fingers squeezing at her firm asscheeks.
“Ohhhh, this is wonderful!” Donna hissed. “Oh, Mike, you’re so hard and I’m so wet! Ohhhh, your cock is perfect for my cunt! I can feel your cock stretch my cunt open… fucking it! Listen to that wet sound, baby! Hear Mother’s wet cunt fucking your cock!”
Mike didn’t say anything. He was almost dazed with pleasure. His hands clutched his mother’s bouncing ass tightly, his hips lifting up to meet the wild thrusting of her cunt. He didn’t move his hips, but held them high and let her ride his cock as fast as she could.
Donna gasped and cried out with ecstasy. Her hips pounded up and down, her cunt smacking against the base of her son’s cock, feeling his rounded cockhead push so deliciously into her greedy, fiery cunt. Her knotted clit scraped along the hard shaft of his cock, sending fire through her crotch. She twisted her ass, arching and straining. The sensations of her son’s cock inside her cunt caused her to lift her head, eyes bulging, her lips parted. She curled her fingers into his hair, pulling as she squealed and cried out.
“Hold my ass, Mike!” she moaned. “Ohhhh, hold Mother’s ass tight, baby!”
Mike curled his fingers into her dancing ass. His cock was being burned by his mother’s searing cunt, blistering him. His balls were almost painfully tight at the base, loaded with hot come.
“Feel it, Mike!” Donna hissed, ramming her cunt up and down his cock in a frenzy. “Feel Mother’s cunt fucking your cock! Can you feel how wet and hot Mother’s pussy is! Oooooh, baby, I love your cock! I love the way it feels in my cunt! Ooooh, honey, fuck me! Fuck Mother, Mike!”
Mike tried to work with her, but Donna was pounding up and down much too frantically, and all he could do was hold her ass tightly. Donna whipped her naked ass about lewdly, grinding her bubbling cunt furiously onto his cock, making little screwing motions at times, and pumping up and down at others.
Her mind reeled dizzily with pleasure. Donna could feel every sensation in every part of her naked body. It was, in a way, better than those wild times with her husband. Swinging her ass with abandon, pumping her cunt up and down on her son’s cock, she cried out with soft sounds, clutching his hair in her hands. Her clit became inflamed more than ever, and there was a wild, powerful orgasm swelling inside her lower stomach. She sobbed lewdly as she increased the sliding movements of her cunt on his cock. Now, she was fucking her son with wicked, almost uncoordinated thrusts. She pounded and twisted her hungry cunt madly onto his cock, her head lifted high, neck stretched. She gasped hotly.
“I’m getting there, Mike!” she groaned. “Ohhhh, baby, I’m getting ready to come! Ahhhh, so fucking good, Mike! Can you feel Mother’s cunt about to come? Oooooh, I’m going to explode! Oooooh… ahhhh, there!”
With a wild lunge, Donna rammed her cunt hard onto her son’s cock, her hairy cuntlips clutching with hot spasms. The rippling waves of her orgasm along the hardness of his cock made Mike cry out.
“Oh, give it to me!” Donna sobbed.
Mike clawed at his mother’s grinding ass tightly, and with a groaning grunt, sprayed the walls of her pussy with boiling come. The squirting comejuice came rapidly, making Donna cry out with rapture. They strained hard together, Donna’s cunt pulling on her son’s gushing cock. Their moans mingled as one, both of them shuddering with the intensity of their ecstasy.
Slowly, Donna’s body relaxed, everything loosening up at the same time. Her muscles, even her bones, felt like jello. She breathed deeply, her tits smashing against her son’s chest again. She trembled as her son ran his hands up and down her satiny back, over the swells of her shapely ass and upper thighs. His cock was no longer inside her cunt, but resting against her still pulsating, hairy cuntlips.
“Am I too heavy?” she whispered after a while.
“Ahhhh, no, Mom,” he breathed. He wrapped his arms about her waist and hugged her tightly.
“Well, let me loose, anyway,” she said, a half giggle in her voice.
When he released her waist she rolled onto his bed at his side. She looked at his face, seeing nothing but pleasure there. Mike had the beginnings of a mustache, and she realized he would have to start shaving soon. Tenderly, she caressed his face as he turned his head and looked at her.
“Was it good, honey?” she asked.
“It was great, Mom.”
“Does that mean you’ll want more?”
“As much as you’ll give me,” he said, cupping one of her tits and fondling it without nervousness now. “All I can get.”
With a giggle, Donna scooted tightly against him, hugging him.
“That might be more than you can handle,” she whispered as the tip of her tongue probed his ear. “I’m a pretty hot and greedy piece.”
“Piece of what?” Mike teased, pulling her nipple.
“Piece of ass, you nut!” she said, slapping his hand off her tit. “I may want more of that cock than you can give me!”
“Could Dad handle it, Mom?” he asked.
“That’s none of your business,” Donna
said, sitting up. “But yes, he could handle it very well. Now it’s time for you to see if you can take care of it.”
“If I can’t, I’ll get help,” Mike laughed.
Donna was picking up her shorts. She turned and gazed at him. “Oh, you would, would you? I suppose you have someone in mind, too.”
“Maybe,” Mike said, watching as his mother stepped into the shorts. The front of them was still wet where he had come on them. Donna, knowing he was watching, wiggled her ass more than usual to pull the tight shorts up. She pulled the zipper and then slipped her arms into the shirt, eyeing him.
“Anyone I know?” she asked, enjoying the game.
“Maybe,” he said.
“Mike, I won’t be putting out for just anyone,” she said, her eyes going serious. “I’m hot, yes, but I’m particular. I haven’t had cock since your father died until today. I’ve been going out of my mind for it, too, but I won’t fuck just anyone.”
“I didn’t think you would,” he said. “If you did, I wouldn’t want you for my mother.”
“Even though I fuck good?” she teased, her eyes flirting with him.
“Even that, Mom,” he replied, stepping into his shorts. “Who wants a fucking slut for a mother?”
“Oh, so I’m a slut, am I?”
“Mom, I didn’t mean it that way,” Mike said quickly. “I meant a girl who takes on all the guys. You’d never do that.”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t,” she lied softly. “I knew what you meant in the first place, darling. You’re not the kind of guy what would pass a girl around, I know.”
Mike started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” she asked. “Do I have a tear in my shorts or something?”
“We’re talking like you were my girl, Mom, not my mother.”
“Well, I can be both, I’d say,” she replied, her eyes twinkling.
“That would be nice, Mom.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, waggling it suggestively. “You may have more of a girl than you think in me. Just don’t be surprised at my appetites.”
“I won’t,” he promised, watching her move the chair from the door and opening it.
Donna peeked outside, then slipped away as if she felt guilty, turning toward her own room.
She was sweaty, and peeled her clothes off again as the tub filled with water. As she soaked in the tub, she thought how it happened, not at all surprised. When a boy had his cock so close to a girl, he was bound to become hard, she thought. What made her feel good, was Mike was eager for it. Not only eager then, but wanted more of her. Leaning on the rim of the tub, she closed her eyes and relived fucking her son. It felt as if his cock was still inside her cunt, and she wiggled deliciously.
She dried her body as the water ran out of the tub, then stepped into her bedroom and pulled on an attractive house dress. She was naked under it, the first time she had been naked under a dress since her husband had died. She brushed her long, soft hair, and when she finished, she felt presentable enough to join her two boys.
She found them playing a dice game.
Mike looked up at her as she entered, his eyes taking in her dress. Since Ted’s back was toward her, she gave Mike a lewd wink as she sat on the couch, carefully tucking her skirt about her long thighs. Mike began to slowly lose interest in the game as she watched them. He kept looking at her, and after making sure Ted couldn’t see, she drew her hand up to her tits, smoothing the dress over them so they were outlined for Mike, her nipples protruding enticingly.
There was something exciting about teasing Mike while Ted sat there with his back to her, unaware of what was going on. Hoping her youngest son would see the expression on Mike’s face, Donna grinned as she slipped the hem of her dress past her knees. Then she lifted her dress, parted her legs quickly, giving Mike a quick look at her naked cunt, then she closed her legs and smoothed the dress over them again.
Mike glanced at his brother, then back at her. Donna shook her head in warning, nodding toward Ted. Ted was hunched over, absorbed in the game board. Donna glanced down at the front of Mike’s cutoffs, trying to see past the fringed legs. But he was sitting in such a way nothing showed.
Every time Mike glanced at her, she would open her knees wide, flash her naked cunt at him, grin and stick her tongue out, then close her legs quickly. She toyed with the neckline of her dress, and with a quick motion, exposed her tit, fast, but every inch of it. Mike was starting to breathe fast, making noises. She placed a finger at her lips to warn him, but Mike paid no attention. Besides, what she was doing excited him, and he had difficulties controlling his breathing.
She lifted her skirt, opened her knees very wide, wider than she had so far, with her ass moving toward the edge of the cushions. She held her exposure longer than before, and then her youngest son turned his head.
Donna dropped her skirt and clamped her legs swiftly, but it was too late. Ted had seen her cunt, too.
Her face felt warm, and she turned her eyes down shyly to her lap, feeling suddenly as if she were a little girl caught doing something very naughty, but deliciously naughty.
Ted looked away quickly, glanced at his older brother, and then back at the game board. But his interest was gone now.
Donna trembled.
CHAPTER FOUR
Donna stayed in her bedroom all evening. It wasn’t because she was ashamed of her youngest son seeing under her dress. It was because she didn’t know how to react toward Ted.
One thing, though, Ted didn’t make a big deal out of it. In fact, he tried hard to pretend nothing had happened.
She sat only for a while longer, then telling them she wasn’t hungry and they would have to prepare their own dinner, she went to her room and stayed behind her closed door, pacing the floor, wringing her hands. Donna was more puzzled than nervous, though. She was puzzled by what she had done, teasing Mike that way, flashing her cunt with Ted in the room. She had not done that with her husband, at least not when the others were in the room.
Donna sat on her bed, hardly realizing the light was fading. She was no longer thinking of Mike or Ted, but of her husband, and the things they had discussed, trying to picture in her mind how it would have been, his cock and another cock, both of them hard and in her hands, in her cunt and in her mouth.
As she imagined the excitement, she opened the top of her dress and fondled her tits, twisting at her stiff nipples, her ass writhing on the mattress. She purred softly as heat swelled wetly between her thighs. Sliding one hand down, she pulled her dress up, her fingers moving between her thighs, feeling the velvety flesh, her cunt twitching when the tips of her fingers brushed her swollen cuntlips.
Being hot and excited after being fucked twice in one day was not new for Donna. She had fucked her husband three, and a few times, four times in one day, and her cunt still demanded more. She squeezed her tit and rubbed her clit, her head lifted and eyes closed.
Playing with herself when all she had to do was wait until Ted went to sleep made her feel a little naughty, but it was a good feeling. Mike, she knew, would come running if she called him. He would come to her with Ted sitting in the living room suspecting, but not knowing for sure.
She lay back, spreading her legs wide, her dress open so her tits were showing, the hem around her narrow waist. She pulled one foot to the edge of the mattress, the other dangling over and spread wide. She rubbed at her cunt, arching it up to her fingers, sliding her middle finger deeply into the fiery wetness, fingerfucking herself, squeezing her tits, her mind seeing her husband fucking her cunt with some faceless man’s hips above her face, his cock dripping over her lips. She purred as she could almost taste the hot, hard cock sliding into her mouth, while her husband fucked her cunt. Her pussy grabbed at her finger, and she experienced a mild orgasm, but strong enough to make her gasp.
She didn’t hear her door open, nor did she hear it close. It was almost dark in the room now, but still light enough for Mike to see his mother fingerfucking herself
. He stood at the door and watched, his cock hard inside his shorts. With his eyes blazing, he opened his shorts and pushed them to his feet, stepping out of them. His cock rose up, almost touching his stomach. He cupped his balls in his hand, and moved closer to his mother, his eyes between her thighs. He could hear the soft, wet sounds of her finger dipping into her cunt. When he was a few feet away, he dropped to his knees, staring at her cunt hotly. Donna, still unaware of his presence, used both hands at her cunt now, opening it wide, then smashing her hairy cuntlips together, pulling and twisting her distended clit. She moaned softly, her hips arching and twisting in pleasure.
Then, Donna felt his presence.
For a moment she became still, not looking down her body. She had one finger buried into her cunt, a finger of the other hand touching her clit.
“Who… who’s there?” she asked, softly and half afraid.
“It’s me, Mom,” Mike said.
Donna lifted her head, looking down at him. She felt a sense of relief. “Oh, I thought it might be Ted.”
“He’s gone to bed,” Mike whispered.
“Does he know?” Donna asked, wondering why they were whispering. Ted couldn’t hear them in his room. “I mean, did he say he saw me, you know, doing that in the living room?”
“He didn’t say anything,” Mike replied, resting one palm on his mother’s knee. “He acted a little strange, but he didn’t say a word to me. He fixed pizza and went to bed.”
“And you came here,” she said.
“You want me to leave, Mom?” he asked, his voice thick.
“Oh, no, honey!” she said. “I’m glad you’re here. I was thinking about… things. I got hot, and I couldn’t wait.”
Mike kissed her knee, and Donna’s body trembled.
She lifted up, her elbows behind her, looking down at him in the darkness. “Turn on the light,” she said softly. “I want to see you.”
Mike turned on her bedside light, and Donna remained in position, her pussy exposed, her tits out. Her eyes, moist and hot, saw he had removed his shorts.
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