Reaching up, she pulled his shortie pajamas off his hips and he kicked them away. She moved his white thighs apart and knelt between them.
“You undress, too, Mom. Please,” he pleaded. Still without answering, she quickly stripped and knelt between his legs, her hands going to his balls and cock. Her large, rounded tits, firm and supporting large, upward-thrusting nipples, big and excited by her play, trembled with her movements. Her belly was flat and her bush came nearly to her navel. It whorled down to her thighs and under; through it the pink lips of her labia glowed, dewy now with her excitement. Was it evil, what she was doing? Was it less pernicious to jack him off, or suck him off, than to let him mount her and fill her with this massive instrument of love? She shuddered in anticipation of what she knew she was going to do. She often came as she sucked a prick, with only the excitement and feel of the cock in her mouth, with nothing touching her cunt. She sighed. It was no use pretending. She had to do it. “Timmy, I want to let you fuck me,” she whispered, “but… I'm still afraid. Let me work up to it, if I do it at all. Right now, let me satisfy you the way you asked me… by mouth.” Her words stung his ears. His breath raced and he could hardly believe it. His cock hardened like steel in her hands and a stream of white pre-cum squirted out of the little slit. “Go on, Mom,” he whispered. He lay back and closed his eyes. She nestled herself closer into the fork of his thighs and stroked his full sac with her fingers, easing them with her touch, making him squirm a bit, as she palmed them and squeezed them gently. Then she came fully to her knees and was directly above the massive cock as she held it upright in her fist. She stared down upon it and still could hardly believe that this huge rod was attached to a teen-aged boy-especially her son. She licked her lips and shuddered again in anticipation of what she was going to do and noticed the quickened breathing, the stirring belly of the boy. Lowering her head, she opened her lips and placed them directly over the point of the cockhead, over the slit, taking gently with her hot tongue. The secretion came off onto her tongue and she rolled it about in her mouth, savoring the taste, the wonderful, salt-sea taste of a man's cock. She licked in a circle about the head, rimming it, laving it… again… again, lingeringly, gradually spreading her lips over the entire surface of it. Then, drawing a deep, trembling breath, she opened her mouth widely, guarding her teeth with her lips and tongue, and took the entire bulb into her cavity, loving the soft, hot feel of it, the seeping of the liquid from it, and the knowledge that she was once again sucking the exciting cock of a virile male. Tim groaned and thrust upward. She gagged and immediately pressed down upon his stomach. He got the message and held himself immobile as she lapped at the head in her mouth-cavity, suckled upon it, the sides of her cheeks rubbing it and hollowing as she did so. Then easily and gently she lowered her head, taking in about three inches of the massive cock, until the knob was pressing against the back of her throat. Mara Fletcher was an experienced cock-sucker. She loved to do it and had experimented on her dates early, and later her husband, until she was “deep-throating” long before Linda L. brought it all to the movies. She took in a deep breath through her nostrils and, swirling her tongue-tip around the sensitive triangle underneath the knob, she was rewarded by feeling the tightening of Tim's belly muscles as he reacted to the pleasure shock, and a grunt of ecstasy.
She shivered with joy at making him flinch with the pleasure, and suckled more fervently. Abandoning all backwardness in sucking the wonderful steel-hard cock of her son, she immersed herself in the act. As she became more and more wrought up in her actions, she became more and more passionate. Experienced in the ways of bringing extreme pleasure to her male partner, she could read his reactions, his little moans of joy, his movements to combinations of sensations racing throughout his entire system. Deeper and deeper she took his big glans to the back of her throat, with five inches of the massive joy-rod disappearing into her mouth and throat as she moved expertly up and down the shaft. Her spit and his cock-juice combined to make a foam that showed on his stem and made a rime about her lips. Her eyes closed, she was immersed in the personal joy of sucking the magnificent cock. Her tits hung across his belly, rubbing, rubbing, dangling and touching, the nipples thimble-large and tingling with pleasure. Mara was enthralled in her act. To her sucking was far more intimate than any other of the sexual activities. She was almost an artist, as she played upon the rigid, pulsing, hot organ of her son. She felt that Tim was getting close to his explosion. She shifted along his body, until she was lying with her head toward his feet and her belly near his head. He reached over and delicately licked her navel and she shivered and moaned around the huge mouthful of cock she was sucking. Now she was lying so that she could eventually take more of the incredible length of his prick into her throat. He was longer than any she had ever tried to deep-throat, and thicker. But she wanted to try. Her loins tingled and she knew that she was streaming with her slick, hot liquids of sex. Crouching beside him, her throat constricting and moving, she slowly swallowed two more inches of the cock. She could feel the throbbing of the blood in the veins, the slick, hot seepage of the liquid from the slit, and feel the tremor of his body, as he strained to keep from hunching his massive instrument into her throat. He was panting and moaning and she knew from the gradual swelling and further elongation of his cock that he was nearing his crisis. She slowly released her grip on the rest of his cock, having now at least six or seven inches in her mouth and throat. With only two more to go, she was able to see his huge balls in the hairy sac right before her eyes. Her nose was touching the hair now and in another minute she would have her nose against his balls. She sucked as she let the rod slip down her throat, past the uvula. The gag reflex stirred but she conquered it. “Oh…
Mom… oh, God… Mom…” Tim whined, his belly sucking in and his balls pulling up tightly against the thickness of his stem. They nudged against her face and she loved the smell of them, sweaty, sexy, manly scent. Her jaw hurt and ached from being wide open for so long.
Only two more inches! She felt his cock pass the back of her throat and into her esophagus, pointing the way to her stomach. If it were six inches longer it would be there. She siphoned, breathing through her nose. He was moaning and beginning to fuck her face in little strokes, driving the cock further and further. Then it was there! She nearly spasmed with the thought. More than eight inches of hard, throbbing male prick was in her mouth and throat and he was at the point of coming. She gave a long, hard suck at it and then slowly, carefully eased her mouth back until the massive cock was out of her throat and she was suckling the knob again. He gasped and his prick constricted and jerked. Mara thrust down and took all of it in one giant swallow, and at that moment the dam burst and he began to come! His huge cock swelled to impossible limits, constricted by the confines of her throat, and then jerked and spat a stream of semen into her stomach. He drew back and thrust and she was forced to retreat from his action, for he was choking her, the great stream of cum filling her throat and her mouth. She swallowed spasmodically and again, and then her mouth was cleared and, as the last spurts of cum were jetted into her mouth, she sucked at the moments of ejaculation and drew them from the hot tube, making the boy squirm and moan with the feeling. Timmy was shouting in an agony of pleasure, moaning and muttering, then keening again, as his balls seemed to be drawn through his cock by the sucking, laving, loving mouth of this woman, his mother! Then, all too quickly, it was over. The spurts of his manhood eased down to a flow and then a final surge, and it was all out of him for the time being. She eased back gently and suckled upon the shiny glans, taking the final drops of his semen, tasting the wonderful, slightly salty, slightly raw flavor of his cum. He lay breathing deeply, drained and weak. She cuddled down beside him and, cradling his cock in her hand, caressing his balls with the other, they both dozed off in a sweet, light sleep.