"Want some cock now?" he asked, feeling his prick jerk with new life. "Ready to get your little hole screwed, Mom?"
Gina was more than ready. She writhed beneath him, reached under his body and grasped the delicious shaft of meat.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Fuck it to me, stud. Load up my pussy with lots of cum. Just like you did my mouth."
Although Mike wanted to blast his cock inside her right then and there, he was thoroughly enjoying the delicious torture of waiting. He moved slightly downward, feeling his cock slip over the smooth flesh of the inside of her thigh.
"I'll give you what you gave me," he murmured, kissing across her stomach. "Lick on you awhile."
As Gina watched her son's head move closer to her crotch, she felt a delicious anguish. Time was when she and Ron used to do this a lot. Lately, however, they had concentrated on the basics, getting their lovemaking down to a science. Ron knew exactly where to touch her, how much time to spend. And even though their sessions in bed were more electric, exploring this way with her son was somehow more exciting. She felt young and virginal, almost younger than Mike.
She felt a searing warmth as he touched the tip of his tongue to her cunt hair. She gave a low, growling groan and fought the urge to throw him to his back and straddle his middle, to shove that beautiful cock deeply inside her.
"Ohhhhhh," she gasped, clutching his muscular shoulders with both hands. "Eat… eat your mommy, you little pussy hound."
Mike placed his fingers to the sides of her opening and stretched the loose folds of skin away. When the pink, frothy tunnel of flesh was revealed, he darted his tongue inside. The warm, bitter taste of her cunt juice coated the inside of his mouth and the back of his throat. He nuzzled his nose into the soft hairs and twisted his head around, giving a muffled grunt of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, sweet pussy," he said, inhaling the perfumed aroma of her body. "Best little cunt I've ever eaten out."
Gina spread her legs a little wider, then slipped her feet up on the bed. When her heels touched the curves of her ass, she threw her feet upward, then locked her ankles together at the back of his neck. Slowly she crushed him to her, sucking his tongue deeply inside her aching pussy. God, it was good, she thought. Almost too good…
"Fuck me," she groaned, writhing about. "Screw that tongue in my pussy and and…"
Her words became a choking moan as a fantastic rush of orgasm overcame her. She froze for a second, then began humping wildly up and down, digging her nails into the taut muscles of his shoulders.
"Yessssss!" she screamed, squinting her eyes shut.
"Jesus, what a hot box," Mike panted, feeling her insides pull on his tongue just like her throat had devoured his cock. "You really like this shit, don't you?"
Gina was only vaguely aware of his words. She seemed to be locked in some time warp, where nothing existed but hot, surging spasms of raw ecstasy. Finally, after her orgasm peaked, she fell back, gasping for air. She felt as if her bones had turned to melted rubber.
She was right. It was too good!
She found herself comparing her son's performance with his father's, and hated herself for it. It was one thing to do this horrible thing, but to actually enjoy it so much, to rate them, well.
Another explosion of pure pleasure raced in to her cunt, taking her by surprise. She lifted her head and stretched her legs out at the same time, her move so violent that only her shoulders remained on the bed. Pleasure surged upward, dug into each cell, inflamed every nerve. Then, like a car out of control, it sped even faster, until the sensations bordered pain.
"Unhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Stop! God! Stop! It's… it's too good! I… I can't take it!"
Mike couldn't have stopped for anything in the world. And even though his cock was throbbing, ready to burst, her cunt was pulling on his mouth savagely. He even found it difficult to breathe as his face meshed completely into the pulsating patch of pussy. His tongue was working in and out like an angry snake, his teeth scraping over the sensitive membranes. Masses of opaque fluid bubbled from her insides, melting across his tongue, over his chin. The room was filled with his smacking, her moans, and his hungry grunts.
Gina was almost glad when her climax ceased, dropped off to a dull throb. It felt as if a part of her brain had been torn out. She tried to explain it by remembering that she hadn't had it in four days, but that wasn't entirely correct. The fact was, Mike was simply good! There wasn't a single thing his mouth hadn't done to her pussy. And perhaps it had done too much. She shivered suddenly, afraid of her own emotions.
"Oh… Mike," she whispered, "what have we done?"
A couple of seconds later, her son pulled away, his chin glistening with cunt juice. He gave her a puzzled look, then smiled.
"You didn't like it?" he asked, touching his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.
"Yes," she said quickly. "I… I loved it. But you shouldn't be here. You should be with Betty and…"
"Betty?" Mike asked, raising his eyebrows. "Betty who?"
Gina laughed in spite of herself. Christ, what she wouldn't give for her son's attitude. To take it where you can get it, even if it's your own mother. She had been brought up in a completely different time, when stolen love in the back seat of a Chevy was hushed up. She could even remember feeling terribly embarrassed when a boy had seen her slip!
Was the world going straight to hell on a fast train?
"Something wrong?" Mike asked. "You look funny."
How could Gina even begin to explain her emotions, when she didn't know, herself, what she felt.
"I guess I'll jump on that train," she said, resignation in her voice.
"Train?" Mike asked, repeating the word as if it were somehow slightly foreign.
"Nothing," Gina whispered, pulling him down on her body. "Just… fuck me. Show me how you fuck all those girls."
Mike gave her another guarded look, then grinned. Obviously his mother was taking this thing pretty seriously. But why? People over thirty sure acted strange sometimes. And he knew from experience. There had been that woman when he was fifteen, his first real introduction to love. She had been about his mother's age. And sex wasn't just fun with her, it was… well, everything. He thought he'd never get out of that alive.
"What's the matter?" Gina asked, responding to his sad expression.
"Aw, nothing," Mike said. "It's just that I get the impression you think we're committing a horrible sin, that's all."
"Well, aren't we?" Gina asked carefully.
"Look, we're two people who want it, right?" Mike said, animation in his voice. "So what's wrong with having a little fun?"
Gina felt a flash of anger. Was it "fun" to screw anything with a hole in it? Couldn't there be affection, some other emotional bond?
"We're not two cats on a fence," she said, her voice hard. "You can't fuck someone without caring a little, you know."
"I love you and you love me," Mike said, shaking his head. "So what's the problem?"
Quite frankly, Gina didn't exactly know what the problem was. She only knew she had to stop this thing before it got really messy. And now was the time. Technically they hadn't actually fucked.
"You'd better leave," she said, rolling to one side, afraid to look at him. "I… I need some time to think."
Mike was silent for a long while, then got off the bed. Gina closed her eyes as she heard the rustle of his clothes, the pounding in her ears.
"Look, you're my mother and all, but I've got to say this," Mike said as he stood in the door.
"What's that?" Gina asked dully.
"You're acting like a… cock tease," he said, finding it difficult to get the word out.
After he left, Gina felt worse than ever. How could she deal with this? It would be like trying to put toothpaste back in the tube.
She exhaled loudly and rolled onto her stomach, throwing her arm over the side of the bed. When she felt the hard texture of the hairbrush handle, she flinched. She grasped the brush and was about to toss it across the room, then stopped.