Before he could move or speak, she stepped to him. Tenderly, she reached out and took a firm hold on his stiff rod. Just the mere touch of his virile cock sent sizzling thrills racing on a direct line to the moist cleft of her shaven loins. She squeezed lovingly, eliciting a moan of pleased surprise from her son.
"You're a beautiful young man," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing him. Their tongues played and dueled for moments, then they parted. "I think this lovely cock would like a kiss."
He didn't need to answer. The lusty jerk of his prick told her she was right. Slavishly, she lowered herself to her knees before him. Leaning to his crotch, she ran her tongue out and licked up and down the massive thickness of his sex. She felt and relished the excited thrills she sent swirling through his groin.
Then she opened her mouth and accepted the ponderous burden of his cock into the humid warmth of her face. The crystal juices welling from his glans flowed to her tongue and she tasted him. The manly favor was one she knew well, but this vintage was something she had never experienced before. This was her son's cock she cradled lovingly within her cock-hungry jaws. This was her own son she was kneeling before, giving him head.
Sliding down the fat rail of his prick, taking him deep into her throat, she realized what Jason must have felt with their daughter Linda. She knew what her husband felt. She was feeling it now. Back she eased. The salvia-glistening column of her son's cock sliding from her tightly puckered lips. She heard him moan above her and glanced up to find his eyes gazing down, down at his mother and her worshipping lips wrapped lovingly around his throbbing dick.
Watching him watch her, she dropped back down the rigid lance of his dork. At the same time, she tucked a hand between his trembling thighs, over his scrotum and up the hot crease of his ass. With no difficulty, she found the taut ring of his anus and tapped it with a finger.
The results were explosive. Results she was prepared for. Her son's pelvis lurched, stabbing his cock into her face, into her welcoming throat. Inhaling deeply through her nostrils to fight the gag reflex, she accepted every inch of his bludgeoning prick. She took it and worshipped it.
Pulling her head back a bit, she sucked up and down the pulsing shaft. Her tongue licked and laved around the fat circumference of his manhood. Meanwhile, her probing finger taunted the tiny mouth of his asshole. Carefully, she teased at him, eventually working her finger into his rectum, then easing her finger in and out of his bowels.
She would have been satisfied just kneeling there, sucking at her son's shaft and fingering his asshole until she felt his hot gushes of come flooding into her mouth. But Bret, as marvelous as her mouth was, wanted something else.
"No more," he moaned, quivering with the delicious feel of her lips and tongue. "No more, please. I want in you. I want to make love with you."
What he wanted was to fuck her. But she wasn't about to quibble over terms. She'd gladly exchange mouth for cunt and love it.
Carefully extracting that teasing fingertip from her son's asshole, the red-haired temptress sucked at his prong with all her might, inching her way off his lust-swollen rod. Her mouth came free of his throbbing young cock with a wet, smacking sound that seemed to echo around them.
Then without direction, she simply reclined on her back at his feet. "Take me. Push that beautiful cock up your mother's cunt."
She opened her thighs, allowing him a view of her vulnerable-looking pussy, shaven and pink and glistening with the wet flow of her arousal. She raised her arms, beckoning her son to mount the voluptuous bed of her wanton flesh.
He came to her, carefully lowering his body atop hers. He pressed down on her, his weight feeling wonderful. His chest crushed against her chest, flattening the satin-covered balls of her breasts. She moaned, every cell of her body ready to receive the offering of his young cock.
Down between their cores, his hand moved. She felt him grip the rigid staff of his prick and guide to the waiting slit of her cunt. There poised against the bare lips of her pussy he pulsed, the fat head of his prick throbbing.
She spread her legs wider, then whispered, "Yes."
He responded with a quick thrust of his hips. Up into the welcoming sheath of her juice-filled snatch, his virile shaft glided. Deep and hard, he plowed the loving hole of his mother's body. Their pelvises met, tightly pressed, and he lay still.
She did not mind. It was wonderful to have him within her. Her body was alive, hypersensitive. She felt the throbbing twitches of the love shaft she cradled in the innermost recess of her pussy. She thrilled at the hot, filling length of him.
Then he moved.
Not quickly, but with deliberate languor. He dragged himself from her body. A fraction of an inch at a time, he slithered that ponderous tool up from the fiery depths of her cunt. Slowly, ever slowly, he raised his hips. Higher and higher, sluicing out from the caressing folds of her cunt he came.
Then, with glans remaining within the mouth of her vagina, he began a series of rapid-fire strokes. Not the deep-grinding thrust of his youthful loins she hungered for, but short, titillating jabs that drove but an inch or two of his cock into her pussy.
She clutched at his ass, trying to pull him deeper into the wanton quick of her belly, but he resisted. Instead he continued those short, quick, teasing strokes. He taunted, feeding the flames of her passion. He knew damn well what he was doing to her and she loved him for it. He was making love to her, building the needs of her body to a fevered pitch.
"Ahhhhhahhhhh!" she cried out in lusty surprise.
In one hard, probing thrust, he rammed home. Hard and long, he packed her quivering cunt with every inch of his fat cock. His ball bag, soft and hairy, bounced off the curved cushions of her ass. Then he was still, just lying there, his magnificent prick pulsating within the burning recess of her belly.
How long she held the hardness of him there she didn't know. It was enough to just savor the filled feeling of her body. But when he did begin to move again, it was in that same pleasure-agonizing slow-motion stroke.
Up and out he moved, the blood-engorged head of his cock sliding out from her depths. Inch by inch, he withdrew. Then he moved back in. It was a marvelous tease, a fantastic taunt of sensations, forcing her to focus her full attention on his cock. And when she did, she felt him, felt every pulse of that pleasing piston. She was sure that had someone been watching they would have thought them to be lying still. But she knew, knew well that her son's cock was reaming the interior of her cunt with delicious languor.
When he upped the tempo of his slithering probes only a fraction of that tantalizing slow-motion speed, it was like he was drilling in and out at neck-break speed. But still he moved within her only a fraction of an inch with each passing second. It was a sheer torture, a torment of excruciating pleasure. It was a new, thrilling stirring of her carnal senses.
Slowly, ever slowly, her sons' hips increased the vigor of their thrusts, until he drilled in and out of her body at a firm, steady pace. She groaned, savoring the flowing motion for his young body, delighting in the satisfaction of just having him within her.
"Deeper," she urged him. "I want you deeper within me."
Immediately, his hands slid down the womanly curves of her sides to tuck beneath the cheeks of her ass. Hands firmly wedged under her rump, he lifted her from the ground. Like a sword entering its sheath, his lusty wand glided to the innermost reaches of her edacious cunt. He plowed into the folds of her pussy, the thick, swollen head of his prick opening her body to him.