"Ohhhhhh!" Janet sighed.
Part of her hungered for the blissful sensation of having her own son's rigid, fiery prick driving like a jackhammer in her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips wide. But Janet didn't want to ask her son to do anything that would take his thrashing tongue out of her cunt. Each time he whipped ha red-hot clit with his tongue, she was driven closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel her pleasure mounting, and Janet could tell that it wouldn't be long before Mitchell tongued her into a hard, satisfying orgasm.
When the boy thrust two fingers into her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips farther apart as his tongue flashed across her clit, Janet's moist red lips opened. She did not make a sound as her cum gushed from her overheated cunt, splashing onto her son's lips and tongue.
"Mmmmmmm!" Mitchell slurped, his hand a blur as he finger-fucked his mother's cunt, sucking passionately on her erupting cunt
to get as much of her cum on his tongue as he possibly could.
Janet felt as if her blood were boiling. She shook with powerful spasms in the front seat of the car, her erupting clit continually being whipped and tantalized by her son's hungry, probing tongue.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed softly as the last of her cunt-juice streamed out of her cunt. "Yesssss! Oh, my darling Mitchell, that felt sooooo good!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It seemed so strange to Janet to be searching for another private place to park so that she could fuck her own son. The alley had gotten a little less than private when a man drove past, saw roughly what Was happening inside, and got out of his car to get a better look at Janet's big tits and exquisite body.
"Mitchell, I never thought I would want anyone as much as I want you right now," she said quietly, making a left turn.
As she drove, Janet's right hand was wrapped around the thick, heavily veined shaft of her son's rigid, hot prick.
"I never dreamed you would turn me on so much, either," Mitchell said, trying to sound calm.
His cheeks were still moist with Janet's cuntjuice. Her hand, riding slowly up and down over his cock, was making his balls tingle.
So early in the morning, there were many people on the roads, busily trying to get to work on time. Janet cursed the people. All she could think about was spreading her legs for Mitchell's hips and taking his erotic column of cock-meat to the depths of her hot cunt. The heavenly feel of his fiery prick driving into her cunt would send her spinning into another bone-jarring orgasm. Janet was convinced of it.
"I can't wait any longer," Mitchell hissed, his face showing the strain he felt. "Pull over somewhere, anywhere! Mother, if I don't fuck you right now, I'll go right out of my mind!"
Janet loved the fact that she could excite her own son so much. She turned the car into a supermarket parking lot and switched off the ignition. Immediately, she twisted sideways in the car and brought her lips to the spongy, hot
tip of Mitchell's prick.
"I love your cock," she whispered, watching her hand twisting around the prick, moving it up and down. "It's so delicious."
A sticky, white drop of pre-cum oozed from Mitchell's pinhole. Janet purred softly and flicked her tongue out, licking off the delicious nectar. When her tongue touched Mitchell's cock-head, his body jerked powerfully.
"Suck me, damn it!"
Janet didn't mind it when Mitchell pushed his fingers into her golden blonde hair and forced her head down deeper into his lap. The fat, conical prick-tip pushed against her lips, and Janet made no attempt at all to keep the meaty prick from filling her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her clit coming to life once again now that she could taste cockmeat.
"Awwww! Yeah! Suck my cock! Blow me, Mother! Suck me! Oh, yeah!" Mitchell groaned, guiding his mother's movements, forcing her straining, massaging lips to ride up and down over his prick.
Janet crooned softly, swirling her tongue around Mitchell's cock-head. She sucked hungrily, caving her cheeks in around the fiery
knob at the end. The underside of his cock was against the corner of her mouth. She liked sucking his, cock, swirling her tongue against the underside of his prick-tip. Janet couldn't recall a time when giving a blow-job had excited her so much.
"Ohhhhh!" Mitchell groaned, twisting Janet's satiny hair around his fingers.
He pushed her down until the blunt tip of his prick was rubbing against her tonsils, then stopped. He didn't want to shove his prick down her throat unless that was what his mother also wanted.
Janet squeezed her lips more tightly around her son's cock, caving her cheeks in as she sucked like a vacuum on the jaw-stretching prick. Her tongue curled around the cock-head, and she tasted another salty drop of pre-cum as it oozed from his cum-laden balls.
Even though she loved sucking cock, Janet wasn't particularly interested in sucking her son off. Giving him a blow-job satisfied her in a way, but it couldn't compare to the thrills of having his slick cock rubbing against her turgid clit as he fucked her with long, hard, powerful strokes.
"Fuck me," Janet whispered, her lips rubbing
against the knob of Mitchell's cock as she spoke. "Please! You've got to hick me! I'll do anything you ask if you'll just fuck me!"
Before Mitchell could answer, Janet moved her face down, gulping his prick into her mouth, letting it glide against her frisking tongue. She could feel Mitchell's cock throbbing hotly against her tongue as she tilled her mouth with his magnificent prick.
"Okay, I'll fuck you," Mitchell said, sounding much more calm than he actually was. "Sit up. Straddle me and fuck yourself with my cock, Mother."
When Janet sat upright again, she was shocked to see the look on her son's face. He appeared so cool, so confident. It was as though he had girls asking him-begging him-to fuck them all the time!
Janet quickly unbuttoned her skirt to the top button and straddled Mitchell's body, her head bouncing against the roof, of the sedan. She reached between her wide-spread thighs and, using just her fingertips, guided her son's cockhead to the moist, lusty petals of her cunt.
"I need your cock in me," she whispered, lowering her full, curvaceous hips.
A tremble of joy zipped up Janet's spine as
she felt Mitchell's rubbery mushroom-shaped cock-head forcing her cunt-lips apart. She had her cheek pressed against his as she took all of his prick-tip into her cunt, then pulled up, dragging her cunt-lips up and down over the ridge of his cock-head.
"Your cock is so hot," Janet whispered into Mitchell's ear.
She bobbed on the cock, impaling herself on it, taking it slowly deeper and deeper into her cunt. Janet's tits rolled and bounced inside her blouse, the nipples tingling and erect. Mitchell's hands were at her ass-cheeks, squeezing the taut, smooth mounds, guiding her a little as she fucked herself on his prick.
Janet dropped down onto Mitchell's lap, taking the full length of his beautiful cock into her cunt. She shivered, feeling the harsh, jagged edge of his zipper biting into her tender cuntlips. It didn't matter That little discomfort was nothing compared to the ecstasy of having his hard prick throbbing and pulsing deep inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh! You really know how to please a woman," Janet whispered, pulling up briefly before dropping down, skewering her juicy cunt on his prick.
As the full-bodied woman bounced on Mitchell, fucking her cunt-lips up and down over his prick, her head kept hitting the roof of the car. She giggled a little despite the deliciously erotic tingles that came from her clit. She felt like a teenager again and beautiful and wanted desperately. She felt like she felt when Charlie used to need her so much, when he couldn't keep from pulling her panties down no matter where they were. She felt positively glorious, and Janet had her son to thank for that.
"Kiss me," she whispered, then pressed her mouth firmly against Mitchell's.
Janet took his tongue between her lips as she dropped onto his prick, allowing his cock to into the massaging sheath of her cunt.