She waited, giving him time. Besides, there was nothing she could say either, at least nothing that would make any sense. She felt his hand shaking beneath hers, and she curled her fingers around his.
She became aware that her, son appeared naked. She could feel his thigh with the tip of one finger. His flesh felt hot, and, believing he was naked, caused a shiver go over her flesh, a shiver of unexplainable delight.
They remained silent, but their breathing seemed unusually loud. She felt her son clutching at her hand, and she tightened her grip. If the light had been on, her son would have seen the straining thrust of her tits, molded by the sheet, her nipples arching up in rubbery hardness. He would have seen the outline of her slender body beneath. But the lights were off and the room was too dark to see anything but dim shadows and faint outlines.
Karen was horrified to find she was lifting the sheet, pulling at her son, urging him to slip under it with her. Brett came without resistance, and they lay side by side under the sheet, holding hands but otherwise not touching. They both stared at the dark ceiling, both aware of heavy breathing, of the tensions
between them. When Brett shifted his body a little, her hand-the back of it-came into contact with his hip. He was not, as she had thought, naked. He was wearing his shorts. Karen wasn't sure she was glad of that or not.
For a long time they just rested there, both breathing heavily, both waiting, both almost afraid. Then Karen sighed, a long drawn-out sound. As she sighed, she drew her son's hand toward her body, making it touch her naked hip. She felt him tremble and her breath seemed to suddenly catch in her throat.
Very slowly, she began to rub the back of his hand against her hip, up and down, then in small circles. Brett did not resist and let her move his hand.
Then, without speaking, they turned to face each other. Karen still held his hand, and they lay there for some time, both of them trembling. Finally, Brett's other hand moved to his mother's side, and slipped up and over the round curve of her naked tit. When his fingers brushed the nipple, Karen mewled and their lips met. Kissing softly at first, the pressure increased as they opened their mouths. A tentative thrust of her tongue met his, and they licked the tips of each other's tongue almost tenderly. When Brett finally cupped her naked tits, Karen sighed and released his hand, her
fingers stroking the front of his tight shorts. She felt the hardness of his cock, and for a moment simply stroked up and down. Then, with a sob, Karen closed her fingers around his prick and squeezed hard.
"Ohhhhh, damn it!" she sobbed.
Brett's fingers dug into her tit, her nipple burning at his palm. She jerked on his cock, his shorts impeding her movement.
"Mother! Oh, hell, Mother!"
"I know, honey," she whispered, her voice choking. "Hush because I know."
Her cunt, that raging beast of a cunt, was demanding again, burning between her thighs. Karen shot her hand into his shorts, grabbing his cock tightly, holding, feeling his prick throb. She squeezed, then began to jerk up and down on his cock. With a grunt of pleasure, she felt his hand sliding toward her hips, then down in front of her. As he brushed his fingers through the thick curls of her pussy, Karen lifted her thigh and braced it with bent knee.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered as his hand moved between her thighs, cupping her steamy wet cunt. "Ooooo, Brett… darling!"
They began kissing furiously, tongues thrusting and licking and sucking. She jerked on her son's cock frantically, and his finger slipped into her cunt, flicking in and out as the
heel of his hand rubbed and agitated her inflamed clit. Their passions soared as they jerked and fingered and felt. She took his balls in her palm and held them as he stroked the hairy lips of her cunt, then plunged his finger back into her, fucking it in and out as she twisted her hips, moaning into his mouth, sucking frantically on his tongue.
Then she released him, sitting up in bed and throwing the sheet to the foot. They did not say anything, but Karen began to jerk at his shorts, drawing them down his hips and to his feet. When she had them off, she sat on her heels and grabbed his cock in one hand, his balls with the other. She beat up and down on his cock, squeezing and pulling at his balls. Brett was digging into one of her naked tits, twisting the nipple, pulling on it. They were breathing heavily, grasping as the desire seared their flesh. Karen pumped on his cock swiftly, her fingers tight; She brushed her thumb over the cockhead, across his piss hole, finding it slippery with seeping wetness.
With a sob, she flung a leg over him, straddling his body, standing up on her knees. She held his cock and rubbed his prick up and down the slit of her boiling cunt. Her body was shaking and her eyes were closed.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, and plunged her
cunt down onto his prick. She sat there on him, his cock deep inside her steamy cunt. For a moment, she remained still, then began to jerk bet hips to and fro, sliding her creamy hot ass about.
Brett was digging his hands into his mother's thighs high up, with his hands almost into the thatch of cunt hair, lifting his hips, arching up as she started fucking him.
Throwing her head back, Karen moaned loudly, her hips jerking, riding on his cock. The ecstasy of his prick deep inside her inflamed cunt, the powerful throbbing was so great, so intense she was almost out of her mind.
"Oh, baby, baby!" she wailed, her tight, shapely tits jiggling, her nipples jutting in hardness. "Ohhhhh, so good, darling! So damned good!"
The boiling of her blood made her vision hazy, but she could see her son's face. It was twisted with pleasure, his tongue caught between his teeth as she banged her hairy cunt up and down his thick prick. His fingers were digging into her thighs hard, almost enough to bruise her creamy flesh.
"Hot, Mother," he grunted. "So hot!"
"I know! I know!" Karen yelped, swinging her ass about in tight circles, grinding against
him. "I know I'm hot! I know."
Brett arched his hips high, trying to match her plunging cunt in movement. Karen banged hard onto him, squealing in a hot voice. The hair-lined lips of her cunt gnawed and flexed around his hard cock, working on his prick like a hot, hungry mouth. Her clit scraped up and down the shaft of her son's cock, searing and tingling. Every nerve in her lovely body was alive, alive with that most glorious of all ecstasy.
When her orgasm started, Karen screamed softly, the sound growing louder as her orgasm became more powerful. She was shaking with pleasure, grinding ecstatically onto his throbbing cock. She filled her cunt time and again with his wonderful, beautiful, fantastically hard cock.
"I'm coming," she hissed. "Ohhhh, darling, you're making me come! Ohhhhh, so good… so damned good!"
"I think I'm gonna come, too, Mother!" Brett groaned, as if trying to prevent his cock from exploding.
"Oh, yes! Please," she wailed. "Please come, Brett! I want it! I want it deep inside me… come, darling! Oh, God… come!"
Brett arched his hips as high as he could, fucking his cock deep into his mother's grasping cunt. Karen was lifted higher, almost standing on her knees as her son fucking his cock up and down, ramming his prick into In convulsing cunt hard and fast, grunting in a thick way.
A stream of come juice boiled from his cock, spattering the satiny walls of her overheated cunt. The jerking flood of his come juice spurting into her pussy sent Karen into a wailing, mindless ecstasy that was almost alien to her. Her naked body jerked and thrashed on top of him, her eyes squeezed shut, whimpers of delight bubbling from her lips..
Then, swiftly, all her muscles turned to liquid, losing strength. She fell forward, her son's cock clamped tightly by her still-gripping cunt. Her tits fell across his face and one nipple popped between his lips. While her naked ass writhed over him, his cock still up her cunt, Brett sucked at his mother's rubbery nipple, his tongue licking. She felt his hands sliding up her thighs, over her hips, then around to caress the creamy surfaces of her quivering ass cheeks.