She squeezed the cheeks of her own ass tightly, making them bunch as a fiery wetness flooded her pussy. The hairy lips of her cunt seemed to be sucking inward, her clit throbbing the way his cock throbbed. She smashed her inner thighs together, creating a sweet pressure against her cunt. Joey was humping his cock between her tits easily now. She clung to his ass, whimpering as her eyes closed in ecstasy.
Joey, his eyes big, watched his cock sliding between his mother's tits, feeling the satiny flesh, the slippery wetness. It felt better than his fist, that was for sure.
"Ooooh, Joey, baby!" Brenda cried out. "Faster, honey! God, it feels so good! Fuck Mother's tits! Fuck my tits good, honey! Ooooh, I love to reel your cock there!"
His balls rubbed along her chest beneath her tits, and she felt the writhing heat of them. The small tuft of hair at the base of his cock tickled her flesh, adding to her rapture. She squeezed his ass time and again, her fingers shoved into his ass crack. Each time her son fucked upward, the wet head of his cock brushed her chin. She loved that feeing, the wetness it left on her neck. His cock was so hard, so hot, it almost blistered her flesh. She crooned softly, kissing at his stomach. She started the tip of her tongue into his belly button, swirling it about, purring like a kitten. Her eyes flashed up into his excited face often, pleased to see his expression. She loved his hot gaze, his lips parted as he gasped with ecstasy.
"Oh, God! Oh, my God!" Brenda cried out in a low voice. "It feels so good, Joey! Your cock is hot and hard and feels so good between my tits! Fuck Mother's titties, baby! Ooooh, fuck them and come on them! I love it when a cock squirts that hot cum-juice over my tits! Fuck Mother's hot titties! Fuck them and fuck them and come all over them!"
Joey began to gasp loudly, listening to his mother say those exciting words he heard at school. Hearing his mother say them as he fucked at her tits sent his young mind soaring with erotic ecstasy. The fact that it was his mother made it more exciting to him. Her tits were so beautiful and full and soft and firm and velvety… her nipples large and hard. His balls fell very full, more than at any other time. He wasn't concerned about coming; his mother begged him to come on her tits. Besides, when he came to this point, Joey came, no matter what. There was no way he could stop coming once he reached the point of no return. Even if his mother pulled away, shoved him from her, his cock would spew thick cum-juice all over the place.
"Mother! Gosh, Mother!" he choked, feeling himself approaching discharge swiftly. "Mother, it's gonna happen! I'm gonna… gonna come!"
"Yes!" she almost screamed. "Come on me! Spurt that hot cum-juice all over my fucking tits! Give it to me, Joey! Baby, come on Mother's tits! Hurry! Please, squirt it out!"
Her cunt was burning inside her panties. She, too, was about to come from the excitement of having her son's throbbing cock between her tits. She dug hard into the cheeks of his ass, pulling him forward in case he tried to jerk from her when he came off.
Joey grunted.
The hot spray of his corner nice gushed upward, splashing beneath her chin. Brenda squealed as she felt it, her cunt suddenly convulsing with orgasm. Time and again, Joey's cock gushed, sending spurt after spurt of creamy, boiling cum-juice over her chin, her neck. She felt it running down her tits, and her eyes closed tightly as she pressed her thighs hard on her contracting cunt. Moans came from her as she pulled her son as tight as she could against her tits. Joey held them about his squirting cock, making gasping sounds, his balls writhing as they emptied.
"Ohhh, yes, darling!" Brenda sobbed in pleasure. "Come all over Mother's tits! Ohhh, it's so hot and wet! I love to feel cum-juice on my tits, Joey! God, you're really shooting it, baby!"
The final gush of cum-juice shot out of his cock, and Joey's legs shook. He pulled from his mother's body, sitting back on the toilet and breathing hard. He noticed his mother's tits were much prettier and mote shapely than those of the woman in the magazine.
CHAPTER TWO
Brenda sat on her heels, her tits naked and glistening with her son's cum-juice. Her face radiated pleasure as she looked at him with slitted, sparkling eyes. Her skirt pulled part way up her thighs, and she was pleased when Joey lowered his gaze to them.
Although Brenda was not vain, she knew what she looked like. She knew she had a more exciting, more lovely body, than the woman in the picture. She also liked to be looked at, desired. Her cunt still throbbed, and it was very wet. Her orgasm had been strong, despite not being touched. But that was no surprise to her; Brenda came easily and often, and usually very hard. She never had the problem coming off like some women. There had been times she came just by fantasizing, or looking at the bulge of some boy's pants, imagining what his cock and balls would look like naked.
"I'm a mess, aren't I?" she said softly. Her eyes took in her son's cock, watching it relax and droop along his thigh. "But I love it! I love the feel of cum-juice on me. I came, too, you know."
Joey looked at her, a shy smile on his face. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react, what he was supposed to say. He had never done anything like this with a woman before. He had never touched a girl before, but had dreamed of the day it would happen. He didn't know anything about a girl coming, but thought maybe they came the way he did, spurting that juice out of their cunts. He wanted to ask his mother to show her pussy to him, but he wasn't certain about this new relationship with her.
Brenda stood up, smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs. Her tits stood out sweetly, gleaming with cum-juice. She stepped to the wash basin and ran the water, taking a cloth and wetting it. She grinned at her son as he watched her wash her tits.
"Well, darling," Brenda said, tossing the cloth into the laundry hamper, "can't you say anything? At least you can tell me you enjoyed it, can't you?"
She stood without embarrassment, naked from the waist up, one hip leaning on the wash basin. She thought she should have washed his cock and balls, but was afraid if she touched them again, she wouldn't let them go.
"I don't know what to say, Mother," Joey said, his voice low.
"You could say you like my tits," Brenda said, lifting heir shoulders to make them stand out more. "You could tell me you enjoyed fucking my tits."
Now Joey giggled, half in shyness. He nudged the open magazine with his toe.
"You're better looking than her," he said. "And I'm real and I'm here with you," she answered. "I'm not a picture in a magazine. I'm real, in the flesh, with my tits showing."
"Yeah," he said, grinning a bit wider.
"Well, didn't you enjoy it, baby?"
"Yeah," key said again, his eyes flashing to her tits. "I enjoyed it, Mother. I mean, I loved doing it that way with you."
"Doing what with me?"
"You know, my cock…"
"Don't be shy," she said. She twisted her nipples as she looked at her son, her expression wanton. "Don't ever be shy."
Joey swallowed. "I loved f-fucking your tits, Mother."
"Ahhh, better," she mewled. "Much better." Joey continued to sit on the toilet, feeling the need to piss, but he didn't want to do it with his mother watching. Brenda stood against the wash basin a moment longer, her eyes moving up and down his young body. He looked very erotic sitting there, his pants at his ankles and his t-shirt still high on his chest. The urge to piss grew stronger until Joey squirmed on the toilet. If his cock was between his thighs and not resting on one, he might have pissed anyway.
"Is something the matter?" Brenda asked, seeing him squirming.
"I just have to pee, Mother."
"Then do it," Brenda suggested. "I certainly won't prevent you from taking a piss."