“I wouldn’t do that, Mother.” Roger said. “I’ll just sit here and look at your naked ass like a good little boy, Mother.”
“You better!” Ginger said. “You can look but if you try to touch my ass, I’ll have to punish you.”
“Oh, don’t spank me, Mother!” Roger said pretending fear. “I’ll just look at your pretty ass, that’s all, Mother!”
“You better, you bad boy,” Ginger said, twisting her ass at her cousin in a childish motion.
Carol felt herself flushing as she watched around the corner of the doorway. She saw the tight cheeks of her niece’s ass, the white panties cupping them sweetly. She felt drawn to that small ass, her palms itching to touch, to cup and fondle. She wanted to run her hands up and down those young thighs of Ginger, feel the smooth flesh and find the heat between them. She tried to imagine what Ginger’s young cunt would feel like, taste like. Then she was drawn to her son. Her fantasy saw him sitting there with his cock out. She ran her tongue over her lips as she imagined his cock standing up so very hard. She pictured herself near him, stroking his beautiful young cock in one hand, feeling her niece’s cunt with the other. She tried to feel their young and eager hands on her body, but the ridiculous position she was in suddenly closed off her fantasy.
She sucked in a deep breath.
She couldn’t stop in the kitchen doorway.
With her head held high shoulders back, she walked bravely from the door and right into the living room. Ginger quickly shoved her dress down, and Carol felt their eyes following her across the room. Her face was bright pink, and she couldn’t do anything about it but she walked as quickly as she could, and felt their eyes on her all the way.
As she disappeared down the hallway, she heard them giggling.
“Oh, don’t look at my ass!” she heard Ginger say.
“But it’s so pretty, Mom!” she heard her son laughing.
CHAPTER TWO
It had been two days since the towel incident. Carol relived it over and over in her mind, and just the night before she had lain in her bed and fantasized about Roger and Ginger. The fantasy was her best yet, and she had tried to imagine her son’s cock, throbbingly hard, inside her cunt, fucking her as she twisted and moaned and whimpered in delight, her hands feeling the sweet body of her niece, kissing that pretty little girl, licking at the wet, sugary cunt.
She imagined taking her son’s cock into her mouth, feeling the searing head crowding her tongue, the smooth prickhead probing the back of her throat.
Carol had come so many times during the late evening, she had been unable to keep track of the wild delicious convulsions.
She sat on the couch, her feet propped up on the low coffee table. It was not yet noon and she had nothing to do. Roger was in his room, finally getting it cleaned up.
Carol leaned back, letting her mind go through her fantasy of the night before again. She closed her eyes to savor it, to see her mental pictures in full clarity. Her dress was slightly above her knees, and her cunt was beginning to pulsate in that ever-so-delicious way. She felt her clit swell and throb, and then the tip, that sensitive tip, was pressing against the tight crotch of her nylon panties. She twisted her ass slightly on the cushions, making a soft whimper as her cunt burned wetly, her tits becoming tight and full.
She didn’t see her son enter the room.
Roger had dressed in a pair of faded, Levi’s cutoffs his chest bare. He saw his mother leaning back, her eyes closed. She had her hands resting on the couch near her hips, fingers balled tightly. He gazed at his mother’s tits as they rose and fell, then his eyes moved down her body.
He noticed his mother’s hips were moving, grinding in a slow manner. She had her feet slightly apart and he gazed at her rounded knees. There was a nice tingle in his young balls, and he wanted desperately to see more of his mother’s body.
Moving very quietly, he stood on the other side of the coffee table, leaning down and trying to peer between his mothers knees.
Carol, deep into her fantasy concerning her son, had no idea Roger was there. She moaned softly as her cunt burned, twitched, and parted her feet about a foot.
Roger’s eyes blazed as he saw up between his mother’s thighs. He looked at the creamy, soft inner flesh then noticed a dark shadow high up. That was her panties, he knew, and her cunt was right there hidden by that thin band of cloth. His cock began to harden inside his cutoffs, and he struggled to hold his increasingly harsh breathing quiet.
Carol opened her feet a little more, and Roger fought hard to be silent. He was now looking at the crotch of his mother’s nylon panties clearly, seeing the bulge they made over her pussy. His cock was in full hardness, pressing painfully at his shorts. His balls felt full, loaded, and very hard.
With her eyes still closed, her breathing louder, Carol inched her skirt up her thighs.
Roger stared, hard, not breathing because of his intense excitement. He stood upright now, still able to see between his mother’s thighs. His cock pressed outward, outlined in hardness, the swollen, smooth prick head poking just past the stringy fringe, exposing itself. He stared with steaming excitement as his mother pulled her skirt higher and higher. Then he almost gasped aloud before he could stop it. He was staring at her panties fully exposed now.
Carol moved her right hand, crossing over her hip bone, then worked her fingers teasingly downward. Roger’s eyes followed his mother’s hand, his eyes bulging and hot, his breath caught inside his throat. He saw his mother touch herself between her long thighs, and she rubbed very lightly with the tip of one finger, Carol drew the fingertip up and down the bulge of her panties, tracing the slit of her cunt from bottom to top, her hips arching upward as she moaned in self-induced pleasure. A soft whimper followed the moan, and then she whispered a name.
“Roger!”
At first Roger wasn’t sure his mother had used his name, but when she whispered it once more, slightly louder, he heard it distinctly. And while she called out his name, she rubbed her palm up and down her crotch, pressing at her cunt.
Carol was seeing, in her mind, behind her closed eyes, her son’s cock, up and very hard, throbbing and dripping. She breathed deeply, her tight tits lifting inside her blouse. She pressed the tip of her middle finger against the tight crotch of her panties, pushing the cloth into her cunt. Roger saw the dark curls of his mother’s blonde cunt hair on the sides of her panties and his balls felt a sharp stab of pain.
Carol’s eyes fluttered open.
She froze.
She was staring at her son, or rather, at the swollen head of his cock that now poked from the fringe of his shorts. Her finger was inside her cunt to the first knuckle, and she was frozen in this position, lewdly, unable to take her eyes from Roger’s prick.
Roger, too, felt immobilized. He knew his mother had opened her eyes, but like her, he couldn’t move either. He didn’t want to move. His cock jerked up and down, half outside his shorts. His piss hole flared open, dripping a clear liquid.
Carol didn’t know what to do.
She couldn’t take her hand from her cunt and she couldn’t close her eyes, nor could she turn her head. She couldn’t stop staring at his cock, her son’s cock. She wasn’t breathing and for what seemed a long time she was absolutely still with her finger up her cunt.
Then her breath came out in a loud, long hissing sound.
Her hand jerked from her cunt, and she shoved her dress down swiftly, dropping her feet to the floor. She tucked her skirt between her thighs, sitting upright and finally getting her eyes off her son’s cock.
But her son, now that the spell was broken, made a giggling sound. He felt his cock was sticking out of his shorts, but he didn’t try to stuff it back into them. He stood there, watching his mother. Her knees and half her long, enticing thighs were still showing to him, and that was where he looked.
Young, inquisitive, Roger felt he now had the right to touch his mother. He had seen her touching herself, feeling her own cunt and he
felt he could do it too.
He moved around the coffee table and sat next to his mother. Carol felt his hip and thigh against hers. She kept her head turned away from him, her hands clawed shyly in her lap. She still couldn’t talk and sat stiff and shaking. In Roger’s young mind he felt his mother was tying to tell him something. To his way of thinking, she had shown herself deliberately to him, teasing him, her way of asking him to touch her and feel her up. The fact that she was his mother made it all the more exciting to him. He and his cousin, Ginger, had played around, like boys and girls will, but he had never fucked Ginger. Ginger was willing, very much so, yet was afraid to try.
Roger knew what a cunt looked like. Ginger’s cunt was soft and pretty and wet most of the time. He enjoyed touching and feeling, putting his finger in the tight heat. He liked it when Ginger would stroke his hard-on and play with his balls.
Carol felt her son’s hand touch her thigh.
She jerked, but remained sitting there, her head still turned away from him. She was blushing furiously, pressing her clasped hands into her lap. She couldn’t tell her son to move his hand, couldn’t tell him because her throat was dry and constricted and the words wouldn’t come. She felt him move his hand from just above her knee up her thigh, to the hem of her hiked-up skirt. When she felt his fingers sliding beneath her skirt, she began to tremble visibly.
Roger pushed his hand underneath his mother’s skirt, his cock still sticking out of his shorts. When he couldn’t shove his hand any farther because of her hands pressing down, he pulled her hands apart. Carol didn’t resist. She couldn’t resist.
Again Roger pushed his hand under her skirt. When he shoved his fingers between her thighs, Carol finally made a sound. It was a soft, low whimper. Roger felt the heat of his mother’s cunt burning through her panties, then the curls of hair, and paused.
He lifted his other hand, and Carol swallowed when she felt it on her tit. She closed her eyes, her head remaining turned away, pink with shame and expectant ecstasy. Roger squeezed his mother’s tit and quickly darted the fingers of his other hand between her thighs. Carol felt his fingertip at her straining clitoris, and her legs, of their own volition, parted.
She listened to his heavy breathing, knowing she couldn’t stop him.
It was a fantasy coming true and she didn’t want to stop him.
She felt her son press a finger into her cunt, showing the crotch of her panties. This time she could not hold back the gasp. Roger released his mother’s tit and pulled her hand to his lap. Carol sucked in a hot breath as Roger curled her fingers around his hard cock. His prick was so hard and hot in her fist, and her fingers seemed to squeeze his prick by themselves. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend this was only fantasy that it wasn’t really happening.
Roger pulled his finger away and she felt him pressing her back onto the couch. She complied, but only because she felt so weak and helpless, her passions controlling her. She lay on her back, eyes tightly closed, breathing in short, gasping sounds. Her firm tits lifted and fell. She covered her eyes with one hand so she could hide from him. She felt him scooting her skirt up her legs, past her hips, bunching it around her narrow waist.
Then Roger parted his mother’s thighs.
Carol tried to imagine this as just another fantasy, but the sensations of being touched by her son were much too real.
She felt his hands pulling at her panties, peeling them down her hips, along her thighs, then off her feet. He pulled his mother’s long legs wide apart, staring at her cunt. Carol felt her son’s eyes on her pussy, and there was nothing she could do when her clit burned harder yet.
His mother’s cunt was different than his cousin’s. Ginger had a little fuzz on the pink lips of her cunt, but it was nothing compared to the hair on his mother’s cunt. Carol had a thick, dark-blonde bush of curly hair, shaped like a fan, with pink lips that were glistening with wetness. He saw his mother’s extra-long clit standing up in a hard knot. Knowing how much pleasure it gave Ginger, Roger touched his mother’s clitoris. Carol made a sobbing sound, pressing her arm tighter over her eyes as her hips began to squirm.
She couldn’t make Roger stop. She didn’t have the courage. She lay there, exposed from her waist down, legs wide apart, trembling as her son looked at her cunt, touching, feeling her up, her face burning with embarrassment.
Again he pulled his mother’s free hand to his cock, closing her fingers. Carol moaned when he held her fist tightly there, and began to pump her fist back and forth, making her jack him. Her fingers gripped his cock hard, eagerly, thrilled to feel the power throbbing up her arm. When her son turned her hand loose, Carol continued to grip his cock and jerk by herself.
She jacked his cock quickly, pumping with a tight fist. One of his hands moved up her body and again he was cupping a tit, moving from one tit to the other, all the time fingerfucking her faster and faster. The liquidy sounds of his fingerfucking sent a wild, burning reaction through Carol’s heated body. She couldn’t stop her legs when they moved wider apart by themselves, couldn’t stop her hips from lifting to his finger.
Roger fucked his mother’s cunt a bit longer with his finger, then pulled free, taking his other hand off her tit. Carol felt her son opening the hairy lips of her cunt, felt his hot eyes peering. She felt his breath on her thighs, and cunt hair. She pressed her arm tighter against her eyes in an effect to keep from peeking down at him.
“Turn loose, Mother,” Roger said in a hoarse voice.
For a moment she didn’t know what he was talking about then realized she was jacking his cock almost frantically. She jerked her fist away.
She heard a rustling sound, a familiar one. She stopped breathing again as she understood what her son was doing.
“Roger…” she moaned.
Roger shoved his cutoffs to his knees and climbed onto the couch between his mother’s open thighs.
Carol felt him moving, felt his touch.
Roger pushed the swollen head of his cock down, rubbing along the wet silt of his mother’s cunt.
Carol tried to control the sudden shaking of her body but the more she tried, the higher her hips seemed to lift. She felt her son’s cock rubbing at her steaming cunt, smashing at her inflamed clitoris, then downward to the slippery slit again. She felt as if she was about to come already.
Roger watched as he moved the swollen head of his cock up and down the wet heat of his mother’s pussy. He had rubbed his cock on Ginger’s cunt before, a number of times, but his mother’s cunt was wetter and hotter than Ginger’s ever had been. Besides, all the thick cunt hair excited him, tickled the sensitive head of his cock. He ran his cock through the thick hair of his mother’s cunt. Then he placed the bulging head of his cock at his mother’s cunt again, and started to rub up and down.
The prickhead slipped into his mother’s cunt.
“Roger,” Carol hissed, but that was all.
The wet heat that gripped his cock was too much for Roger.
He groaned and fucked his cock completely into his mother’s cunt, smashing into the thick hair with the base.
Carol gasped as she felt her son’s cock penetrating her completely, her cunt opening and stretching, then closing about it. She even felt his young, hot balls resting on the cheeks of her naked ass.
“Roger,” she gasped again. “Roger, don’t.”
But Roger couldn’t stop for anything now. He thought his cock had been shoved into a boiling vat of butter, and the tight gripping of his mother’s cunt was so much better than his or Ginger’s fist. This was better than anything. The feelings were sensational. For awhile he held himself there, his cock buried far up his mother’s searing wet cunt. He was startled, like his mother, to find his cock suddenly inside her fiery cunt. He had not intended to stick his prick into her, at least not all the way.
But the urge had become too powerful to resist and he had given in. His cock was deep inside his mother’s hairy, tight pussy. Roger began to fuck his mother.
/> Carol sobbed sobs of pleasure, not of shame. She kept her eyes covered by her arm and her hips began to move with her son’s thrusting motions, her cunt riding on his plunging cock. She moved her pussy up when he came down, and lowered her cunt as he pulled up. The friction of his cock sent rippling rapture through her body.
She could hear Roger gasping above her, feeling his cock banging away into her cunt. She knew her hips were churning with him, almost in a frenzy, fucking right back at her son, and there was nothing she could do. It was much too late. Her son was fucking her and she was cooperating and grinding her hot cunt right at his cock and there was no way either of them could stop.
Roger panted, fucking his cock in and out swiftly, his balls beating up and down on his mother’s grinding ass cheeks. The wet sounds of his cock fucking in and out of his mother’s cunt seemed very loud to Carol, louder than those her husband used to make. It seemed to her she could feel her son’s cock more than she ever had her husband’s. Her cunt flexed about his cock, pulling and squeezing as her ass twisted and bounced to meet his thrusts.
Roger fell on top of his mother, his arms wrapping about her shoulders, his hips pounding up and down. He buried his face into his mother’s still-covered tits. Carol finally pulled her arm from her eyes but only to shove her hands down her son’s back, her hands curling into the tightening cheeks of his ass, urging him to greater efforts. Her long legs lifted, then wrapped about his legs, her ankles locking. She strained her cunt to him, her head moving from side to side as rapture controlled her. She clung to his naked ass, her fingers digging into the flesh. Her cunt tried to suck his cock deeper, the stretching of the hairy lips ever so delicious. She grunted and whimpered as her ass beat up and down on the couch, her cunt flying on her son’s very hard, very young cock.
She squeezed her son’s ass brutally, feeling his balls bang upon her ass. She lifted her hot thighs higher, drawing them up his hips to his sides, her heels beating at his back.
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