Rich, now showing the strain on his face, thrust his hands up his mother’s thighs, holding her grinding hips as she began to ram up and down again.
Roxie began pounding her cunt onto her son’s cock as her cries of ecstasy grew. Her eyes widened, her pussy ready to explode. Her cunt gripped his cock tighter, the rippling pleasure making it clamp and relax as she jerked up and down.
Throwing her head back, almost falling off him, she rammed as hard as she could onto his cock, pressing and straining. She began to gasp, then she wailed.
“Ritchy!” she screamed.
She began to come, strong and hard around his cock. The gripping of her cunt brought a cry from Rich.
He dug his fingers into his mother’s hips, pushing his cock as hard as he could into her squeezing cunt. Like his mother, he threw his head back, and then gushed into her, sending a hot spray of come juice up her fiery cunt.
“Oh… oh! Oooooooooh!” Roxie cried, shuddering helplessly.
Each spurt of his cock sent tremors through her, making her orgasm ripple powerfully. She clung to his shoulders in desperation, bending far back to push her cunt as hard as she could onto his squirting cock.
The shattering spasms slowed, weakening, leaving Roxie wrung out. She slumped, panting, her fingers losing their grip on his shoulders. For a moment, she leaned against him, then with a cry, she jerked up. She yanked her cunt off his cock and almost fell as she ran from the room, one hand over her face, sobbing in horror at what she had done. She ran into her room, slamming the door behind her, falling facedown on the bed and sobbing in misery.
How could she have done such a thing! Rich would surely think she was out of her mind now.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, Roxie was more embarrassed than ashamed of what she had done with her son. Her lack of shame surprised her very much. Usually she was very modest, always making sure that her knees were covered and together when she sat, and seldom did she wear revealing clothing. Those women who wore short shorts, with half their asses exposed, were shameless, she felt. Her own shorts came to midthigh, and they were not at all tight around her hips or ass.
What she had done was more shameless than wearing revealing clothing, yet she didn’t feel ashamed. As she bathed, she tried to understand what was happening to her. None of it made sense.
Her hand moved between her thighs, and a tremor swept through her when she touched her clit.
Jerking her hand away quickly, Roxie scrambled from the tub, horrified that she was touching her pussy without even knowing it now.
With her mind still dwelling on the day before, she pulled on a pair of panties, snapping the elastic around her hips. She selected a sun dress from her closet, and slipped it on. Although she dressed modestly, she was always dressed attractively. Her long, medium-brown hair sparkled, and she applied a faint coat of lipstick, then an eyelash enhancer, the only make-up she wore.
Nervously, she left her room, not knowing what to expect from her son when they came face to face.
Rich was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal when she entered, finding a fresh pot of coffee already made. Pouring herself a cup, she sat at the table and avoided looking directly at him.
“How do you feel, Mom?”
“I… I feel fine,” she murmured.
She felt him gazing at her, staring right at her tits. A blush started on her face, and she was beginning to shake. She spilled a drop or two of coffee on the table. He kept staring at her, and her nipples were stiffening inside her bra and dress, starting to tingle. She was reacting to the way he looked at her. With a start, Roxie found she was wondering if her son had a hard-on.
Startled by the thought, she dropped her cup.
“Oh, shit!” She darted her hand to her mouth, her face flushed.
The cup shattered on the floor, coffee spilling everywhere. She stared down at the mess.
“I’ll get it, Mom.” Rich grabbed some paper towels and squatted at her feet. “You’re sure jumpy this morning. Are you nervous about something?”
She felt his eyes staring at her knees, and with a little gasp, she realized they were spread apart. She clamped them together tightly, then heard her son laugh low in his throat. But the instant she clamped her thighs together, the pressure set up a hot tingle in her cunt. She relaxed, then, to her horror, she saw that Rich was peeking between her legs.
Her legs refused to move, and she placed her hands on her thighs to close them. Even that didn’t work. She was blushing furiously, knowing her son was peeking at her, maybe even seeing her panties, and she sat there in a trance, frozen and helpless, trembling with a heat that consumed her flesh.
As Rich looked up, Roxie stared at him, eyes smoldering and glassy. The tip of her tongue moved over her lips, and it was all she could do to stop herself from reaching for him.
She felt his hot palms cup her knees, and when he gently pushed them apart, she was so weak there was nothing she could do. A soft sob came from her throat when her son spread her knees. She slumped in the chair, eyes closing, as her face burned with embarrassment. But excitement began to rumble through her. It was almost like her fantasy of being looked at in the car. Her cunt began to pulsate wetly, her clit bulging. She clenched her fist at her hips, leaning her head back, eyes closed.
Rich gazed between the satiny smoothness of his mother’s thighs, recalling her wanton exhibitionism in the car the day before. Young as he was, he sensed his mother was helpless, that he could do just about anything he wanted to her.
Being a young, horny boy, he was delighted in what he discovered. He pushed her knees wider apart, seeing the tight crotch of her panties, the soft pussy hair curling along the edges. His cock, already hard, pushed at his pants.
Roxie sat with her knees held open by her son, spread very wide, in a very lewd position of invitation. She was blushing furiously, but he was burning up with need, too. She felt moisture seeping from her cunt, soaking into her panties.
“No…” she whispered when she felt his hands move up her legs under her dress. “Ritchy, no…”
Rich ignored her, caressing his mother’s velvety thighs, feeling her flesh. Now he had the chance to do what he had longed to do for so many months — feel a girl up.
He ran his fingertips along the edges of her panties, then over the front.
Roxie gasped, moaning softly. “No… no… no.”
Her breath caught when she felt him tugging at her panties, felt her ass cooperating with him by lifting off the chair. She felt her panties slide down her thighs, and her feet lifted so that her son could remove her panties.
Once again Rich spread his mother’s legs, gazing at her crotch, seeing her hairy cunt. The triangle of soft hair was thick, and he smoothed it with his hands, exposing the puffy pink slit of his mother’s cunt.
Roxie felt as if she had no strength to resist him. Her son pushed her knees wide, then he pulled at her hips until he had her ass hanging over the edge of the chair.
Roxie peeked from slitted eyes when she heard the snicking of his zipper. Again her breath caught when he stood, his cock thrusting from his fly in a raging hardness. She stared hungrily, no longer blushing, her passion taking control once more. She saw him close his fist about his cock and pump it a few times as he stood looking down at her cunt. She gasped when he rubbed the fiery head against her thigh.
She listened to him breathing hotly as he stood between her legs, stroking his cock. Her cunt clasped tightly, juices seeping from it and onto the curves of her ass. She gripped the seat of the chair in an effort to keep from reaching for his cock.
Then Rich was moving closer to her, the head of his cock pointing at her cunt.
Roxie turned her head in a futile gesture to keep him from seeing her face. The head of his cock touched the tip of her clit. She gasped. Her pussy seemed to clamp up as a quick orgasm shot through her.
Rich pushed his cock down, the head rubbing from her clit to the hot slit of her cunt.
; Roxie held her breath, feeling the swollen tip of her son’s cock pushing at her cunt. She began to sob, but it was the sob of burning passion.
Suddenly her son pushed his cock into her cunt.
“Ritchy!” she cried, her hands jerking off the chair and clutching his hips tightly. “Oh, God, Ritchy!”
Rich held his mother’s shoulders and pushed his cock deep into her clasping cunt.
Roxie lost all control once more, and her hips jerked up against him. His cock felt so big, so thick, so long, inside her cunt, filling her to full capacity. Her cunt seemed to close about his cock tightly, caressing it with rippling movements.
Then Rich began fucking her.
Roxie moaned and sobbed softly, her hips grinding with his lunges. The rough texture of his jeans on her sensitive thighs seemed to intensify, and she tightened them against his hips. She strained her cunt at him, hips gyrating in wanton passion. The shaft of his cock sent thrills shooting through her crotch, up to her tits, making them hard. Wet sounds came from her cunt as his cock stabbed quickly.
“Oh, Ritchy!” she moaned, her head tilted over the back of the chair, hair hanging down. Her eyes opened and closed as her hips jerked and thrust to his rhythm. She clutched his hips, jerking him into her cunt. “Ohhhh, Ritchy! My God, Ritchy!”
Rich was panting, staring down at his cock sliding in and out of his mother’s clinging cunt. He could see the pink flesh gripping his cock, watch her clit rub at the shaft. He curled his fingers about her tits through her dress and bra.
Roxie cried out, her hands flying off his hips to cover his, smashing his palms hard against her tits, almost flattening them. She bucked her ass up and down, grinding lewdly. She trembled and shivered, making gulping sounds.
“Oh, Ritchy!” she cried, ramming her cunt up hard.
A second orgasm was exploding inside her pussy, causing the fiery, hairy slit of her cunt to clamp around his cock.
“Oh, it’s happening again!” she gasped wildly. “I don’t believe it, Ritchy! I’m — oh, God, I’m coming, Ritchy!”
“I know, Mom!” he panted. “I know!”
He pounded into her, making fleshy sounds. He squeezed her tits as he fucked her relentlessly.
Roxie cried out time and again, her cunt going through spasms that shook her from head to toe. She was coming harder than the day before, the ecstasy boiling through her, her mind reeling. She pressed his hands tighter to her tits, tossing her ass frantically up and down, her head twisting.
“Do it, Ritchy!” she pleaded in whimpering rapture. “Ooooooh, Ritchy! Harder, Ritchy! God, do it as hard as you can! Oooooh, look at me… at my… my — cunt!”
Babbling with erotic ecstasy, coming in strong, hot, liquid waves of orgasm, Roxie was totally unaware of what she was saying, only that she had to say it.
“Fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck me hard! Ooooo, I’m coming, Ritchy! Ahhhhhhhh, I’m really coming!”
Rich was panting hotly as he stared at her cunt bouncing up and down on the shaft of his cock. His balls burned with fullness, his cock jerking and getting ready to gush jizz into her cunt. He crushed the front of his pants against her swollen cuntlips as he tried to shove his cock deeper yet.
Roxie spread her legs, straining with him, wanting his cock to go deep. The convulsions kept going, her orgasms fiery. Pushing onto his stabbing cock with all her strength, she kept babbling.
“Oh, fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Ooooh, my pussy needs that hard cock! My cunt needs that hard, hard cock! Fuck me, Ritchy! Fuck me and make me come! Ohhhh, God, ram that big thing up my cunt! I feel so… so wild, so wicked, so hot!”
She kept churning her ass in frantic gyrations, giving in to the heat, the beautiful, wonderful heat.
“Make me come!” she sobbed. “Oh, make me come and come! Fuck me and make me come over and over, Ritchy!”
But the strain was getting to him. His cock and balls were aching. He began to pump into her cunt faster, clutching her tits as tight as he could. His head lifted, a grimace of pain and ecstasy on his face. He pushed, and Roxie’s hands flew to his hips. She pulled him in, her cunt squeezing at the base of his cock with fiery orgasms.
Rich grunted, then yelped. His cock gushed, spraying hot juices along the satiny walls inside his mother’s cunt.
“Yes, yes!” Roxie sobbed. “Ohhhh, squirt it in me! Oooooh, I want that hot juice in my pussy, my cunt! I want it all! Ahhhh, come, baby! Come hard!”
The final squirt spewed from him, and his shoulders slumped, hands falling down her shaking sides to her bare thighs.
Her skirt had become twisted around her waist. Her legs fell limply apart, her cunt squeezing his cock out. It dropped along the hot crack of her smooth ass, and he stood there, panting.
Roxie, now that some of her heat had been cooled, was surprised at her lack of embarrassment at the moment. She enjoyed the sensation of being exposed to her son, her cunt dripping his come juices over the crack of her ass. She looked up at him, a nervous smile on her lovely face.
Rich stepped back, grinning down at her, still looking between her legs. Roxie spread them open, her cunt parting wetly. Rich dropped to his knees, panting heavily. He knelt at her side, and Roxie pulled his cheek to her bare thigh, his face turned toward her cunt. Running her hand through his hair, she trembled as she smiled at him.
Rich’s hot breath tingled on her naked thigh as she sat in the chair with her ass hanging over the edge. His face felt good on her naked leg, and she was confused about her feelings. She felt so very good right now, not at all embarrassed or ashamed.
They rested, neither speaking, but looking into each other’s eyes quietly. Roxie even lifted her twisted skirt higher until her belly button was exposed. She pushed her hand nervously upward toward her tits.
“Ritchy, do you want to see them?” she asked, whispering softly.
He nodded, grinning and sliding his hand to her ass.
Her hand moved to her tits, sliding from one to the other. They felt much too swollen for her bra now, and her nipples were still painfully stiff. She slipped one strap down, slowly pulling the top of her dress downward. Her nipple slipped into view, and she watched his eyes as he gazed at it. She saw hot hunger there, a hunger that seemed as wild as her own.
Surprising herself again, Roxie began to circle her nipple with the tip of one finger, making it tingle and bulge even more. Fascinated by her own boldness now, she cupped her tit and squeezed it, letting the nipple slide between her fingers. Using her other hand, she drew his hand up her body and curled his fingers around her tit.
Rich squeezed, then began to twist and pull at her nipple.
“Ohhhh, honey!” Roxie cooed, her eyes flashing in heat.
With a sinking sensation, she knew the gates of her passion had been thrown wide open, allowing her son entrance to her inner self, her passionate inner self.
With his face resting on her thigh, she pushed her knees farther apart. He kept pulling and twisting her nipple, but he was also watching her pussy spread open. Roxie smoothed her fingers through the soft curls, sliding the edge of one finger along the side of her clit, mewling softly. She spread her cunt open with two fingers, the wet, pink flesh pulsating gently.
“Ritchy…” she whispered. “Ritchy!”
A hot gush of piss spewed out of her cunt.
Rich jerked his head up, mouth gaping in surprise.
“Oh, my God! I didn’t mean — oh, that’s embarrassing!” Roxie gasped, blushing wildly, clamping her hand over her cunt.
To her horror, she spurted again, hot piss spewing around the edges of her palm.
Rich stared, then giggled.
Roxie tried to stop, but the harder she tried, the more she pissed. Her inner thighs dripped with piss, pooling on the floor.
“What am I doing?” she cried in embarrassment.
“Pissing, Mom!” Rich giggled.
He tried to pull her hand away, but Roxie cupped her cunt with all her strength. But she was weak, and her son moved her hand
easily.
Roxie attempted to close her legs, but she couldn’t do that, either. She almost managed to stop pissing, but it was still dribbling from her cunt.
“Don’t look at me!” she cried frantically. “Please, Ritchy, don’t look at me!”
Rich pushed at her legs, spreading them far apart. Roxie was unable to stop him, and as her son gazed at her open cunt, she began to piss in a hard stream. She turned her face to one side, feeling fiery heat on her cheeks. She felt her son holding her legs apart, watching her piss. No one had ever watched her do this, and certainly she had never lost control before. And she had never pissed with her legs so far apart.
“Keep it up, Mom!” Rich gasped. “Piss, Mom! Ohhh, you’re pissing hard! Look at it spurt out!”
Roxie peeked downward, seeing the hot stream of piss spewing out in an arc, hearing it splatter on the kitchen floor. She began to shiver, her cunt tightening, causing the piss to gush out in short spurts.
Finally, much to her relief, she stopped. But Rich kept holding her knees spread apart.
“Ritchy, let me…”
He released her, and she closed her legs. She couldn’t look at him now, but she knew he was grinning at her. Getting up, she had trouble smoothing her dress, still trying to do so when she walked out of the kitchen.
Roxie entered her bedroom. She stood in the center of the room, hands wringing as she tried to come to grips with herself. It had been bad enough last night to lose control and practically rape her son, and then to be so helpless this morning that she had let him fuck her again. But why she had begun pissing right there in the kitchen as her son watched confused her more than ever.
Removing her clothes, she stepped into her shower and adjusted the water to a stinging spray.
Later, in a fresh sundress, she sat on her bed, thinking hard about what had happened, finding no answers.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up, drawing upon every ounce of courage she had. Then she left her room, determined to face her son.
He was in the living room, holding her panties.
“Ritchy,” she said in a low, nervous voice, hands folded in front of her body like a shy little girl. “I think you and I have to talk.”
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