She squeezed her son's ass brutally, feeling his balls bang upon her ass. She lifted her hot thighs higher, drawing them up his hips to his sides, her heels beating at his back.
Roger, with his face pressed between her covered tits, grunted and gasped and pounded frantically, fucking in a frenzy. The sensation of needing to piss was stronger and stronger and he wondered what was happening. He wanted to stop, almost afraid he was going to injure himself, yet the sensations drove him on and on.
Although Carol wasn't aware of it, her son was about to come for the first time in his young life. He was about to gush hot come juice out of his young balls for the first time, spurt up his mother's boiling cunt. She dug into his tight ass hard, straining her cunt to him as she felt an orgasm bubbling near the explosion point.
"Roger, I'm about to… oh, please! Faster! Roger! Harder, harder!"
A wail started deep inside Carol's throat, a wail that grew higher in volume until it became a scream. It was a scream of intense ecstasy because Carol's cunt was exploding. She was coming in tight, rippling waves of orgasm. She had not come this strongly with her husband nor with her own fingers.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Carol wailed, tossing her head from side to side, hair flying. She strained her spasming cunt against her son's cock, pussy lips sucking and pulling and squeezing. "Oh, God… I'm… Roger! I'm coming so hard! Oh! Baby! Baby! Baby!"
Her hands cupped the tight cheeks of his ass, digging into the flesh, trying to pull his throbbing cock deeper into her convulsing cunt.
Roger was choking now, the sensation that was unfamiliar to him stronger than ever before. He didn't know what was happening, but the feeling was so good he didn't want it to stop, ever. He thought his cock was becoming bigger and harder inside his mother's cunt.
"Mother, I think… Mother, something is gonna happen!"
"Yes, darling!" she urged in a tight, gasping voice. "Do it baby! Oh, God, do it! Let it happen, Roger!"
Her hips churned frantically as her squeezing, exploding cunt grabbed at her son's cock, sucking hard. Carol wanted her son to gush that come juice up her, to splash along the satiny walls of her pussy, to fill her cunt with that sweetness of his young, hard, tight balls.
Roger's cock spurted.
He couldn't believe what was happening. The sensation almost made him lose consciousness; it was so powerful and so good. He felt his cock doing something in a rapid spasm, but wasn't sure what it was. Through the ecstasy of this first discharge he could sense that his mother loved what was happening.
With a shudder, Roger slumped on top of his mother, his body loose and trembling, his cock still stuffed into her cunt. And his prick began to soften. Carol's pussy squeezed. She stroked her son's naked back, from his neck to his ass, her long legs straight out now.
"What happened, Mother?" Roger asked, his voice muffled between her tits. "I thought something broke in me!"
"Oh, baby!" Carol gurgled. "You came, darling. You came!"
"Came?"
Carol, no longer bashful, lifted her son's face, looking into his puzzled eyes. She grinned with pleasure, her eyes shining. "You came. Roger!" she repeated. "You spurted into me."
"Spurted what, Mother?"
"Oh, you baby!" she said, hugging him tightly, tightening her long legs about his hips. "I didn't know! You mean I'm the first? You've never had that happen before?"
"Not like that, Mother," he confessed. Carol relaxed her thighs and pushed him from her. She sat up, pulling her skirt down but not all the way. Her legs were still showing. Roger sat next to her, his shorts at his knees. Carol looked down at his cock. It was soft now, glistening with the juices of her cunt. She grinned at him, not at all bashful. She cupped his cock, kissing his cheek. "Did it feel good?" she whispered.
"Oh, yeah!"
"And you really don't know what happened?"
Roger shook his head.
"So innocent," she cooed softly, stroking his wet cock. "I had no idea you were so young, honey. I thought you could come."
"Whatever it was, it was awfully good, Mother."
"I'll show you what it was," she whispered softly.
CHAPTER THREE
Roger leaned back on the couch, watching his mother's hand fondle his cock.
Carol felt elation, proud to have taken her son's first discharge into her cunt. She could feel his come juice now, inside her pussy, seeping slowly.
She slipped her hand down and cradled his balls, massaging them with tenderness. She could hardly believe she was holding her son's cock and balls now, after all her fantasies. The excitement running through her was great, fantastic and she was so pleased with herself for not being ashamed or embarrassed with her son. And she was pleased that he was not ashamed.
With her husband, she had wanted him to force her into various sexual acts, positions, make her do those delicious things she fantasized about. But with her son, she didn't feel that way. Maybe it was his youth, his innocence, whatever it was, she wanted to teach and show and enjoy everything with him.
"Would you like to see me jack you off, Roger?" she asked boldly, her eyes glowing with inner passion. "Would you like to watch Mother jack your cock off?"
Carol ran her tongue over her lips, feeling her excitement increase with the use of such words to her son. She squeezed his balls in one hand, his cock in the other.
"You have a beautiful cock, Roger," she whispered throatily. "It's such a pretty cock, and you fucked me so wonderfully."
Roger giggled.
She looked into his face, gripping his cock and balls. "Don't you like to hear those words, honey? Don't they tingle, down here in your precious balls?"
"Oh, wow, Mother!" he gasped, nodding his head.
"I want to hold your cock and balls," Carol murmured hotly. "I want to touch them and feel them and… oh, you feel so good!"
She stroked his cock and balls, watching his prick swell, turn hard and stick up. She pumped his cock a few more times then pulled her hand back. She looked at him, eyes smoldering. She toyed with her blouse.
With a bold look, she lifted the bottom of her blouse, but not high enough to show her tits.
"Want to see me?" she whispered. "Would you like to see Mother's tits, baby?"
Roger couldn't reply.
"Well?" she asked, a wicked grin spreading over her beautiful face. She toyed with the buttons of her blouse.
"Want to see Mother's tits? You have to answer me, darling."
Roger managed to nod his head.
Carol opened her blouse, wishing she had left her bra off that morning. Peeling the blouse off, she sat next to her son with her bra on, her skirt almost in her lap again. She saw her panties on the floor where her son had tossed them earlier in his eagerness. She was amused slightly that it was her son now who was shy, and not her. She reached behind her back to unhook the bra, and her tits swelled outward.
Teasingly, she cupped her tits inside her bra for a moment. Then, with a quick movement, she threw the bra to the floor next to her panties. Roger gasped as he gazed upon his mother's naked tits. They arched out in firmness, light brown nipples soaring outward, hard and tingling. Roger's cock jerked, and his pisshole flared wide. He started dripping again and his fist grasped his cock hard as he stared at his mother's tits.
"You like them?" she asked softly. She cupped her tits, lifting them higher in offering. "Do you like Mother's tities, baby? Aren't they pretty and firm and round?"
Roger gulped, squeezing his throbbing cock as hard as he could.
"Oh, don't squeeze it so hard, honey," she moaned. "Hold your cock but don't hurt it. I want to do things with it, and you mustn't hurt it. It's such a lovely cock, darling."
She circled a fingertip about her nipples.
"Want to feel them?" she asked huskily. "Go on, Roger, feel Mother's tits."