She listened to his heavy breathing, knowing she couldn't stop him.
It was a fantasy coming true and she didn't want to stop him.
She felt her son press a finger into her cunt, showing the crotch of her panties. This time she could not hold back the gasp. Roger released his mother's tit and pulled her hand to his lap. Carol sucked in a hot breath as Roger curled her fingers around his hard cock. His prick was so hard and hot in her fist, and her fingers seemed to squeeze his prick by themselves. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend this was only fantasy that it wasn't really happening.
Roger pulled his finger away and she felt him pressing her back onto the couch. She complied, but only because she felt so weak and helpless, her passions controlling her. She lay on her back, eyes tightly closed, breathing in short, gasping sounds. Her firm tits lifted and fell. She covered her eyes with one hand so she could hide from him. She felt him scooting her skirt up her legs, past her hips, bunching it around her narrow waist.
Then Roger parted his mother's thighs.
Carol tried to imagine this as just another fantasy, but the sensations of being touched by her son were much too real.
She felt his hands pulling at her panties, peeling them down her hips, along her thighs, then off her feet. He pulled his mother's long legs wide apart, staring at her cunt. Carol felt her son's eyes on her pussy, and there was nothing she could do when her clit burned harder yet.
His mother's cunt was different than his cousin's. Ginger had a little fuzz on the pink lips of her cunt, but it was nothing compared to the hair on his mother's cunt. Carol had a thick, dark-blonde bush of curly hair, shaped like a fan, with pink lips that were glistening with wetness. He saw his mother's extra-long clit standing up in a hard knot. Knowing how much pleasure it gave Ginger, Roger touched his mother's clitoris. Carol made a sobbing sound, pressing her arm tighter over her eyes as her hips began to squirm.
She couldn't make Roger stop. She didn't have the courage. She lay there, exposed from her waist down, legs wide apart, trembling as her son looked at her cunt, touching, feeling her up, her face burning with embarrassment.
Again he pulled his mother's free hand to his cock, closing her fingers. Carol moaned when he held her fist tightly there, and began to pump her fist back and forth, making her jack him. Her fingers gripped his cock hard, eagerly, thrilled to feel the power throbbing up her arm. When her son turned her hand loose, Carol continued to grip his cock and jerk by herself.
She jacked his cock quickly, pumping with a tight fist. One of his hands moved up her body and again he was cupping a tit, moving from one tit to the other, all the time finger-fucking her faster and faster. The liquidy sounds of his finger-fucking sent a wild, burning reaction through Carol's heated body. She couldn't stop her legs when they moved wider apart by themselves, couldn't stop her hips from lifting to his finger.
Roger fucked his mother's cunt a bit longer with his finger, then pulled free, taking his other hand off her tit. Carol felt her son opening the hairy lips of her cunt, felt his hot eyes peering. She felt his breath on her thighs, and cunt hair. She pressed her arm tighter against her eyes in an effect to keep from peeking down at him.
"Turn loose, Mother," Roger said in a hoarse voice.
For a moment she didn't know what he was talking about then realized she was jacking his cock almost frantically. She jerked her fist away.
She heard a rustling sound, a familiar one. She stopped breathing again as she understood what her son was doing.
"Roger…" she moaned.
Roger shoved his cut-offs to his knees and climbed onto the couch between his mother's open thighs.
Carol felt him moving, felt his touch.
Roger pushed the swollen head of his cock down, rubbing along the wet silt of his mother's cunt.
Carol tried to control the sudden shaking of her body but the more she tried, the higher her hips seemed to lift. She felt her son's cock rubbing at her steaming cunt, smashing at her inflamed clitoris, then downward to the slippery slit again. She felt as if she was about to come already.
Roger watched as he moved the swollen head of his cock up and down the wet heat of his mother's pussy. He had rubbed his cock on Ginger's cunt before, a number of times, but his mother's cunt was wetter and hotter than Ginger's ever had been. Besides, all the thick cunt hair excited him, tickled the sensitive head of his cock. He ran his cock through the thick hair of his mother's cunt. Then he placed the bulging head of his cock at his mother's cunt again, and started to rub up and down.
The prickhead slipped into his mother's cunt.
"Roger," Carol hissed, but that was all.
The wet heat that gripped his cock was too much for Roger.
He groaned and fucked his cock completely into his mother's cunt, smashing into the thick hair with the base.
Carol gasped as she felt her son's cock penetrating her completely, her cunt opening and stretching, then closing about it. She even felt his young, hot balls resting on the cheeks of her naked ass.
"Roger," she gasped again. "Roger, don't."
But Roger couldn't stop for anything now. He thought his cock had been shoved into a boiling vat of butter, and the tight gripping of his mother's cunt was so much better than his or Ginger's fist. This was better than anything. The feelings were sensational. For awhile he held himself there, his cock buried far up his mother's searing wet cunt. He was startled, like his mother, to find his cock suddenly inside her fiery cunt. He had not intended to stick his prick into her, at least not all the way.
But the urge had become too powerful to resist and he had given in. His cock was deep inside his mother's hairy, tight pussy. Roger began to fuck his mother.
Carol sobbed sobs of pleasure, not of shame. She kept her eyes covered by her arm and her hips began to move with her son's thrusting motions, her cunt riding on his plunging cock. She moved her pussy up when he came down, and lowered her cunt as he pulled up. The friction of his cock sent rippling rapture through her body.
She could hear Roger gasping above her, feeling his cock banging away into her cunt. She knew her hips were churning with him, almost in a frenzy, fucking right back at her son, and there was nothing she could do. It was much too late. Her son was fucking her and she was cooperating and grinding her hot cunt right at his cock and there was no way either of them could stop.
Roger panted, fucking his cock in and out swiftly, his balls beating up and down on his mother's grinding ass cheeks. The wet sounds of his cock fucking in and out of his mother's cunt seemed very loud to Carol, louder than those her husband used to make. It seemed to her she could feel her son's cock more than she ever had her husband's. Her cunt flexed about his cock, pulling and squeezing as her ass twisted and bounced to meet his thrusts.
Roger fell on top of his mother, his arms wrapping about her shoulders, his hips pounding up and down. He buried his face into his mother's still-covered tits. Carol finally pulled her arm from her eyes but only to shove her hands down her son's back, her hands curling into the tightening cheeks of his ass, urging him to greater efforts. Her long legs lifted, then wrapped about his legs, her ankles locking. She strained her cunt to him, her head moving from side to side as rapture controlled her. She clung to his naked ass, her fingers digging into the flesh. Her cunt tried to suck his cock deeper, the stretching of the hairy lips ever so delicious. She grunted and whimpered as her ass beat up and down on the couch, her cunt flying on her son's very hard, very young cock.