"I've got to fuck you," Mitchell whispered, his tone displaying the tension going through him.
His cock was so hard it seemed ready to burst at any moment, but he wasn't particularly close to cumming yet.
Janet almost asked her son what he wanted her to do before she reminded herself that she was just supposed to be a female body for him. She wasn't supposed to volunteer anything. Janet saw herself as not really fucking her son if she didn't take an active role in what was happening.
Mitchell brought his hand up between his mother's spread thighs. He touched her cuntlips, feeling the heat and moisture of her pussyjuice against his fingertips. When he slipped his middle finger between Janet's cunt-lips, sliding it into her cunt, he felt her cunt tighten around
the invading, probing digit.
"Ohhhh!" Janet sighed, her lips parted slightly, face turned toward the ceiling as she felt the finger driving easily deeper into her hot, moist, tight cunt.
Mitchell stayed a step away from his mother as he finger-fucked her. His eyes trailed up and down her amazing body. He couldn't recall a time when the sight of a feminine body had turned him on more. Her waist was so narrow, yet her hips were full and curvy, and her tits were second to none.
The teenager began moving his hand up and down, shoving his finger into Janet's cunt until he pressed her clit with the heel of his palm. He used his other hand to reach around her body and fondle her smooth, taut ass-cheeks. The hand moved down over her thighs. He groaned, pleased with the texture of her tan, thigh-high silk stockings. Mitchell rubbed his mother's lace garter-belt strap.
The touch of her son's finger spread the fire of lust throughout Janet's soul. Though she tried to keep the words from spilling out of her mouth, she couldn't. The hunger to have a hard cock driving into her cunt was overpowering.
"Fuck me, Mitchell. I know you want to. You don't have to pretend with me. I won't stop you." The words burned Janet's soul, but she couldn't help herself. When she had jerked Jonas off until he came on her tits, it had heightened her need to get fucked. When she gave him a blow-job and swallowed his thick, salty wad of cum, it had pushed her need to get fucked to heights she never thought possible. Now her other son, Mitchell, had a big, hard cock ready for her, and all Janet could think about was how heavenly it would feel to have him driving that prick into her cunt.
Mitchell hesitated. Despite his mother's words, he was still unsure of himself. In the back of his mind he kept thinking that this must be some bizarre dream. He suspected that he'd wake up at any moment and find himself jerking off.
Janet leaned back, keeping her feet spread wide. She felt the rounded edge of the sink against her naked ass-cheeks, then felt her son's thighs rubbing against her silk-encased inner thighs. A moment later Janet groaned softly as
the fat, rubbery head of Mitchell's cock touched I lightly against her clit.
Mitchell held his prick by the shaft. He rubbed
his cock-head up and down over Janet's cunt-lips, getting the knob of his prick moist and slick with her cunt-juice. Once this was accomplished, Mitchell placed his cock's crown firmly against Janet's cunt-lips and released the shaft. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her securely, watching his prick and the pink cunt lips.
"Ahhhhh!" Janet moaned as she felt the cock-head forcing her cunt-lips apart, driving into her cunt.
The heavenly feel of finally having a cock pushing into her cunt once again almost made her cum then, even though Mitchell hadn't even driven the full length of his prick into her yet.
Mitchell's legs were quivering. He unconsciously pressed his fingers deep into his mother hips as he slowly drove inch after inch of his rock-solid cock into Janet's cunt. When he finally had all of his prick buried inside his mother's seething cunt, he pressed his chest against the warm, firm melons of her tits.
"You're so beautiful," Mitchell whispered, his lips nuzzling the size of Janet's neck.
Janet could feel the cock throbbing inside her cunt. She trembled, her fingers squeezing the edge of the sink, spreading her legs a little wider
apart for her son. When he began pumping his hips, driving his prick in and out of her cunt, the heavily veined, thick shaft of his cock rubbed tantalizingly against her fiery clit.
The touch of her son's muscular chest against her tits, rubbing against her tingling nipples, burned Janet to the soul. She squirmed, working her hips around just a littie, adjusting herself so she could take the full length of Mitchell's cock into her cunt easily.
"Ohhhhh!" Janet sighed, enjoying the glorious sensations that fucking her own son gave her.
It was then that Janet realized why she was so turned on. It wasn't just that Charlie hadn't paid her body enough attention lately. She had tried to convince herself that that was the reason for her behavior. But in her heart of heart's Janet realized that it was the knowledge that her own son was fucking her that ignited the lust in her, that made her skin feel like it was burning up.
"So beautiful," Mitchell whispered in his mother's ear, sinking his cock into her cunt until her cunt-lips were tightly surrounding the very base of his cock-shaft.
The tingles coming from his balls told
Mitchell that he would really explode when he finally gushed his wad of cum deep inside Janet's sizzling cunt.
Each time the boy pumped his cock into her cunt, skewering her with his column of cockmeat, Janet shivered. Her red-hot clit oozed out cunt-juice, lubricating the tight channel of her cunt. His hands played over her flesh, touching her thighs and hips, sometimes running up to briefly squeeze the huge, succulent mounds of her tits.
Janet felt the rising tide of her excitement. She knew she couldn't stop herself from cumming.
The mind-boggling excitement of having her son's cock pumping smoothly back and forth between her cunt-lips, driving deep into her cunt, was much more than her passion-hungry body could take.
She was pleased with herself for emitting only a short, high-pitched squeal of ecstasy when her cum started gushing out of her cunt. The shaft of Mitchell's cock continued to rub against her clit as he drove his prick harder and faster into her cunt. The friction against her red-hot clit sent spurts of cum from her. The slick, clear cum trickled down the insides of Janet's thighs until it became soaked up in her tan stockings.
"You came, didn't you?" Mitchell asked, catching his mother's hippies between his fingers and thumbs, tweaking the fiery buds as he worked his prick back and forth between her cunt-lips. He felt supremely proud of himself for fucking his own mother into an orgasm.
Janet did not answer her son. She tried to pretend that nothing had happened, that she hadn't cum, but she knew that her son wasn't fooled. Mitchell had enough experience fucking girls to know when one came from his pounding, thrusting prick.
Janet raised her knee so that it was up near her son's pumping, pounding hips. She shivered, her cunt-lips stretching around the driving shaft of his cock. Through the hazy fog of her post-orgasm exhaustion, she could feel herself slowly but surely being driven toward yet another climax.
"Mother, you're so hot! Your cunt is so tight," Mitchell whispered. He drove his cock full-length into the woman's cunt, cupping one luscious tit at the same time.
Janet swilled in the glorious sensations going through her. Mitchell's hands traveled over her tits, pinching the lust-hardened nipples, pressing deep into the creamy globes of tit-flesh.. His
hands traveled over her silk-clad thighs, fingers caressing her lacy garter-strap.
Looking down, Mitchell saw how his mother's cunt-lips puckered inward as he drove his cock into her cunt, then pulled out, still conforming to the oval shape of his cock-shaft, he withdrew his cock. The triangular, curly cuntbush was slightly darker in color than the gold blonde hair on Janet's head, and it rather surprised Mitchell that his mother's cunt-bush was as small as it was.