Finishing his milk, he said, «I'm glad you're not one of those dumpy, straggly haired moms like so many of the other kids have. I'm glad you're so lovely and sexy.»
«Me, too,» Angela said, «if for no other reason than to turn on my son like this. I can see your cockhead rising, dear. Sure you've had enough to eat?»
«Oh yeah,» he said quickly. «Want me to do the dishes?»
«I'll put them in the washer,» she answered. «I'm just as anxious to get to it as you are, Jerry. Just looking at that massive prick again — it does things to me inside, turns my pussy all wet and throbbing and makes my tits hard. Such a satiny knob, and so damned big, so very strong. Every woman worth the name is envious of me right now, because that lovely young cock is mine.»
Knees shaking, Jerry got up from the table, and, she took him by the prick, holding lovingly to it, using it like a steering handle to guide him back to that magic bedroom.
«Hard as a rock,» she whispered, «but covered with silk; a wonderful, fabulous prick, my darling. And I'm going to do something different to it now.»
Jerry let her stretch him upon the bed, giving up completely his own control of his body as she spread his legs wide and kneeled beside him. His shaft pulsed strongly, standing erect as a flagpole, but his mother bent it flat between their bellies as she climbed between his legs and lay upon him. Was she going to cram his prick up into the slippery oven of her cunt and ride it again? Jerry didn't know, but anything she had in mind was just great with him.
Kissing him all over his face and reaching into his ear with the tip of her tongue so that his asshole drew up tight and goosebumps broke out all over his taut body, Angela finally brought her mouth to his. This time, Jerry met the hungry thrusting of her wet tongue with an avid reaching of his own. Their teeth clashed, and he probed around inside his mom's panting mouth. Lost in the kiss, it seemed to him that she broke it too soon.
Then he gasped as she began to lick at his throat, to nip lightly, along his collarbone, worrying the skin between her white, sharp teeth. His hips rolled from side to side as his mother's mouth trailed down to one of his nipples, and he knew the jolt of a woman sucking there, biting there while her deft hands roamed his body, up and down and across, cupping and fondling.
She was at his rib cage next, licking hotly and making him flinch, and her fingers were playing between his thighs, tickling into his filled balls and up along the distended shaft of his aching cock.
When his mom lapped over his belly, Jerry dug his fingers into the sheet and arched his back, reacting only by instinct, knowing only that she was thrilling the hell out of him, and as her tongue bored into his navel, he shuddered from head to toe. Dried now and freed from the turban, her glittering hair draped softly over his hips and thighs, a silken tent of wondrous softness and texture. Angela's sharp fingernails were tracing hot lines over his hipbones and down around the cheeks of his tensed ass, and he gulped sharply for air as she nuzzled down into his crotch, her breath warm and tingling there, the brushing of her lips a tantalizing caress of impossible tenderness.
He jerked when his mother drew one of his balls into her lips, to pull it into her mouth gently where she ran her tongue over the hairy and wrinkled sack. Sucking his testicle, she toyed with the base of his vibrating shaft, then changed over to pay homage to the other nut. Angela nibbled along the stem of his cock, laving it with her tongue, chewing lightly upon the hard meat, moving up and down the pulsating length of his pole until Jerry thought he would go crazy.
He felt her breath stirring over the ballooned head of his prick, and heard her murmur, «I'm going to eat you now, darling. Your mommy is going to pull that big, beautiful glans into her mouth where she can lick it and chew it and suck on it until you come.»
Gasping, Jerry said, «B — but, mother! You — I mean, come in your mouth?»
«Of course, baby,» she purred, «I love the taste of semen, and I know yours is going to be super delicious. Don't fret, darling — just let it squirt down my throat.»
With that, she raked her wet tongue over his cockhead, and Jerry squirmed wildly, then stiffened out when his mother drove the tip of it down into his slot. Then she took the entire knob into the softness of her lips, sliding the throbbing bulb over the roor of her mouth and along her tongue. Back it went, and back, until Jerry felt the tip of his cockhead touch the velvet cup of her throat.
His hands clenched the sheet, and his hips lifted in blind, erotic response. He had never known such stimulation, never before experienced such a wild, wet thrill as the feel of his mom's mouth building up suction upon his prick, the stroking of her mobile and experienced tongue.
Head spinning, his chest rising and falling as he panted, Jerry realized that she was eating his cock, that his own beautiful mother was chewing tenderly upon his shaft and licking the head teasingly. His heart pounded and his hands groped for the rich cascade of her golden hair, his upper body lifting of its own accord. Her inner cheeks dipped in and out as Angela started bobbing her head up and down, making a sensual rhythm that was very much like that of fucking, but somehow very different.
Screwing her in the mouth, he thought madly: he was fucking his mom in the face, and his belly took up the beat, rolling and grinding as he fed her the stiff meat she enjoyed so much. Angela moaned around his surging cockhead, her flngers stirring his balls, her head working up and down. She loved the flavor of come, she'd told him, and she was anticipating the taste of his. It was building in his balls, and he held her hair in both hands as he thrust back and forth into the adoring suction of her mouth, into the slick hotness, the foamy pressure.
«MM — mom!» he hissed. «Oh mother darling — I'm about to come. Oohh! You're eating me alive, and it's so freaky, so wild — ahh! Here comes my semen, mom — I'm going to let it go right in your mouth!»
She groaned some kind of answer as he shuddered and forced his cockhead against the goblet of her silken throat. The glans swelled even bigger, and flexed as it streamed a thick rivulet of hot semen into her mouth. Avidly, she pulled upon it, gulping and swallowing as the rich young juice hosed into her throat, as it bathed her tongue and covered her teeth and filled her cheeks with the vital cream.
Jerry kept pumping the syrup of his balls into her siphoning mouth, spurting the sticky milk that she drained as fast as it came forth, and he twisted her head back and forth in his hands, gasping and see-sawing his crotch against her chin.
«Oh! Oh, you beautiful bitch, you adorable cocksucker — ahh, mom, mom! You're sucking my prick dry, pulling my come right down into your tummy. Oohh, it's so crazy, so terrific!»
His mother continued to gobble his meat, even when he sagged back and let go her hair to lie flat upon the bed. He brought his knees up so that he could clamp her head between his thighs, and she kept right on sucking, sucking.
Jerry was in another world, a dream universe where the wildest fantasies came true. He had been so wrapped up in imagining what it would be like to sink his virgin prick into his mother's forbidden pussy, that he had never even created an image inside his head about her eating it. But she had, and now he felt as if his very backbone had been melted so that it could run out of the head of his cock. He was weak all over, and still she licked at his knob, still she caressed his balls and his crotch.
What a hell of a woman, he thought dazedly. Every night that his dad was in off the road, she fucked him silly, and no doubt she ate her husband's prick — the way she had just eaten her son's. She sent him to movies in the afternoons so she could get other guys between those long, supple thighs and screw them good. And she had been more than willing to fuck her boy, once she got a good look at his inexperienced cock. No other woman could be anywhere near as passionate, he decided, and told himself again how lucky he was to have such a hot-cunted mother, how lucky his father was, to have a wife like her. Jerry hoped that when he grew up and got married, he could find a woman like his mom; he would never be satisfied with anything less.