"Mmmm!" Barbara replied, lifting a hand from the floor and cupping a cheek of his ass.
She pressed on his ass, urging him to fuck her mouth as hard and as fast as he wanted. She loved the way his cock burned on her lips and on her tongue. Her lips felt intensely sensitive, as her cunt did. Her pussy was throbbing with heat, the juices moistening the carpet. Her clit was swollen and pulsing deliciously.
In his excitement, Bobby grabbed his mother's face, fucking his cock back and forth with jerky strokes, his cock-shaft sliding in and out of her gripping, hot lips. His balls banged time and again upon his mother's chin.
"Fucking your mouth!" Bobby groaned. "I'm fucking you in your mouth, Mother! Ooooh, it's so good! Your mouth feels so hot and wet! It's almost like your cunt, Mother! Almost… but not quite!"
His cock was swelling inside her mouth, and Barbara, feeling it, was preparing to accept the squirt of his come juice into her throat. Her cunt was close to orgasm, yet resisting her efforts to explode. She began moaning with eager anticipation. She writhed her ass on the floor, clutching at his ass cheeks with both hands.
"Mother, I might come!" Bobby shouted. "What do I do when I think I'm gonna come?"
Barbara could only moan. He was fucking into her mouth with such a frenzy, she couldn't, didn't want to let go. She could feel his cock throbbing powerfully and was afraid if she pulled away to speak, he would squirt come juice into her face, not her mouth. Not that Barbara would mind that, but she wanted the thick, creamy sweet come juice in her mouth.
Bobby, very close to coming, began to fuck her in this position, driving his cock in and out of her mouth, his balls dancing on her chin, her nose almost flattened each time he came downward. She clung to his tight ass with both hands, urging him to fuck hard. Wet sounds came from her mouth as his cock moved in and out. The increase of the thrusts sent a tremor of anticipation through Barbara.
Bobby gave a groan, ramming his cock deep, his prick-head in his mother's throat. Then he tried to jerk free.
Barbara held his ass tight, keeping his cock deep inside her mouth.
"Mother! I'm gonna come! Ohhhh, Mother!"
Barbara pulled his cock deep, her hands digging into the checks of his ass.
The gushing come juice sprayed against her throat, burning deliciously. Barbara's eyes closed with ecstasy, her hips twisting as her cunt convulsed. The thick and creamy come juice splashed time and again into her mouth. She swallowed greedily and wetly, her tongue lapping. Each squirt of her son's come juice was nectar, creating a shattering orgasm between her thighs. She jabbed with cock-sucking pleasure, swallowing and gulping, thrilled to have him spewing into her mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bobby's body shook. He was still on his hands and knees above his mother's face. His balls were empty. Barbara continued to cling to his cock with her lips. The taste of his sugary come juice lingered in her mouth. Bobby was no longer trying to pull his cock out. She stroked the shaking cheeks of his ass, rubbing tenderly at his puckering asshole.
Bobby's head leaned to the floor, his breathing heavy as he recovered.
Barbara made soft cries of pleasure as her tongue licked slowly and tenderly at his softening cock. She held it loosely now, just in case he wanted to take it out. She made sure her tits were still exposed then turned her head to one side, his cock coming free and sliding on her cheek.
"Piss on me," she whimpered softly.
Bobby didn't hear; his breathing was too loud.
"Bobby, piss on me," she said louder.
Bobby lifted his head, looking down at her. Barbara had turned her face upward, her eyes still misty.
"Please, piss on me, Bobby," she said, pleading. "I want it, baby! Piss on me… piss on Mother!"
"I don't know if I can, Mother," he said.
"You can!" Barbara begged. "Please, I need you to piss on me! Please, Bobby, please!"
He moved back a bit, until he felt his mother's tits against his ass. He sat upright. Barbara stuffed one of her tits into the crack of his ass, feeling his asshole on her nipple. She writhed and arched up, trying to shove the nipple into his ass. His cock was resting on her neck. She stared up at his young face.
"Darling, please, piss on me!"
She lifted his cock and stared at the pisshole. "Let me see you piss, Bobby," she whispered urgently. "Let Mother watch you piss on me."
Bobby strained then gushed a small spurt of piss from his prick. There wasn't much force and it splashed upon his mother's chin.
"Oooooh, yes!" she squealed, feeling the hot piss run across her neck. "My tits, darling! Piss on Mother's tits!"
Bobby lifted himself, up and slid back onto her stomach. Barbara held his cock, aiming it at her tits. Bobby strained, and then began to piss with a strong stream.
"Ohhhhh, wonderful!" Barbara squealed, feeling her son's hot piss stinging on her nipples. "Piss on Mother's tits! Piss all over my fucking titties! It's so warm, so wet!"
Bobby giggled as he watched her tits being drenched by his piss. He felt his mother's body writhing in pleasure beneath him, and closed his thighs tightly at her waist. Barbara aimed his cock from one tit to the other, her expression showing a perverse ecstasy. Her tits were completely drenched by his hot piss, and she lifted his cock. The stream arced, splashing on her neck. Then she lifted it a bit more.
"Mother!" Bobby gasped.
"Mmmmm!" Barbara moaned as she made the hot piss splash over her lips, then to her nose.
Bobby suddenly laughed nervously, watching his piss splash into his mother's face. It thrilled him, but he didn't understand why his mother enjoyed it so much.
The stream slowed.
"Ohhhh, don't stop!" she squealed. But Bobby did stop. The carpet beneath her head was soaked, but she didn't mind at all. She ran her tongue over her piss-wet lips, grinning lewdly at her son. The taste of his piss sent a wild shiver through her. Her dress was wet where it was tucked underneath her tits.
There was a drop of golden piss clinging to the head of his cock. She pulled it to her mouth; flicked it away with the tip of her tongue; then pulled his prick into her mouth.
Turning him loose, she said in a soft voice: "I've got to clean up. I've got piss all over me."
"You really did like that, didn't you, Mother?"
"Mmmmm, I told you," she grinned as he stood up. "I told you I wanted you to piss on me." Standing in the middle of the room, Barbara pulled her wet dress from her body. Bobby looked at his mother's nakedness, seeing her swelling tits, her light brown nipples, the flatness of her stomach. He stared for a long time at the thick tangle of her cunt hair, then her long legs.
"Are you trying to eat me up with your eyes?" She smiled at him. "If you are, why don't you try using your mouth. You can eat me a lot better with your mouth, Bobby."
Bobby grinned. "Not with piss all over you, Mother."
"You never know, honey," she giggled, twisting her naked ass wickedly. "You never know what you like until you try it."
She turned, shaking her creamy ass at him teasingly, then went to the laundry room.
As she set the washing machine into motion, she smiled to herself. Seducing her son had been so easy, she thought. But then he was the right age to be seduced. Her cunt still tingled as she tasted his come juice and piss in her mouth. There was nothing she couldn't do with her son. She knew that now. He was so eager to fuck her, to be sucked by her she could get him to do anything. He hadn't balked when she wanted him to piss on her, and from his expression, had enjoyed its much as she did.
She didn't know how long she stood at the washing machine, thinking, feeling good. But when she started back to her son, she almost walked in on them naked.