She got to her feet and glanced at the clock. It was seven o'clock. She didn't usually get up this early, but she figured Ronny would be stirring soon.
She went to her closet and carefully got her bathrobe. She didn't dare use the bathroom just off the bedroom's far wall, so she headed for the other bathroom down the corridor. She locked the door behind her and got into the shower cabinet. It was a large bathroom, with a separate room for a shower. She turned on the water, and sputtered for a moment as the spray splattered against her ripe body.
She picked up the soap and scrubbed her body. After a short, brisk shower, she slipped on her bathrobe and stepped from the bathroom. She walked down the hall and paused at the door of her younger son's room. A mischievous thought popped into her mind. She had to have a look at him.
She opened the door quietly and stopped in shocked surprise. She clutched her tits through her robe. George was stretched on his bed, sound asleep. What had stopped her like a steel curtain at the doorway was the fact he was naked.
She stared at him in amazement. She hadn't seen him naked since he was eleven. But the sight of her son's body glowing with powerful sensuality made her faint from the hot lust blasting away at her twitching snatch. She studied every inch of his smoothly muscular body.
His body was thick and muscular. His cock was a narrow spear and the head flared out like a mushroom cap. What particularly excited and attracted her was that her younger son's cock was in a state of erection.
She felt her body throbbing with powerful excitement as she moved into the room quietly, shutting and locking the door behind her. She stood beside the boy's bed. His swollen cock, inflamed with blood and lust, lay stretched and twitching slightly across his flat belly. The reddened skin was drawn tight around the big prick, while a drop of pre-cum juice oozed out of the piss-slit.
Her eyes widened when she saw the clear droplet. She closed her eyes and swayed back and forth as her clit tingled. She was in a quandry, but it passed quickly.
Her nipples hardened into tiny spikes as every square inch of her trembling body begged for George's dick. Her clit throbbed in time with each beat of her heart.
Olivia looked down at his cock for a minute, not moving a muscle nor saying a word. The lust she'd been feeling since she awoke flared even higher and hotter. Staring at his swollen prick, she let out a low moan and then impulsively bent over her son.
"George?" she whispered huskily as she moved her lips over the shining, pulsating dickhead. She wished that her son would wake up and see her panting like a bitch dog above his cock. And at the same time, she prayed he'd stay asleep and let her have her way with his prick. She wasn't quite sure she was ready to fuck her younger son, too.
"George?" she called out softly again.
The boy gave no answer. Slowly, she sank down, sticking her tongue out. She moved her tongue around the hot cockhead, paying special attention to the sensitive underside of his jerking prick. Her tongue slid around and around, teasing and stroking the hard shaft. The taste of the boy's cum was salty and sweet. It drove her to higher levels of desire.
The boy stirred slightly on his bed, hiking his hips slightly and driving his cock into her mouth.
She backed away for a second. There was still time to get out of the room. He was still asleep. She hadn't really done anything, but in a second, she'd be sucking her son off. He shifted again, driving his cock up toward her parted lips.
That was too much for her! She groaned. What was the difference between her older son and then sucking her younger son? She shoved her mouth as far down his thick shaft as she could. She felt her robe fall open, letting her big tits swing free. Her lips milked at his throbbing erection as she felt the flaring head of his prick bump against the back of her throat.
Olivia was amazed that George could stay asleep through all this. She was hoping he'd awaken and see her sucking at his cock like a little girl with a lollipop. She backed away, almost drawing her mouth off his jerking cock. Then she drew the head back between her lips, sliding her tongue over the surface. She drew off the beads of cum juice that were beginning to leak more freely from the piss-slit. She teased the opening and tasted new salty fluid seep into her mouth.
"Unnnggghhh!" he moaned. "Aaaahhh!"
She backed off again. She sensed that he was about to spray out his load of tightly packed jizz even though he was asleep. The boy arched his back, lifting his body slightly off the bed as he attempted to drive his cock deeper into his mother's mouth.
"Oh, Jesus!" she gasped, reaching up and pulling the robe off her trembling, sweating body. She looked down at her son's quivering prick. It jerked frantically. Beads of cum mixed with her spit glistened on the pulsating, purple head of his cock.
She slipped her hand under the boy's taut asscheeks. She then reached over and cradled his balls. The hot, leathery skin warmed her palm. She squeezed his nuts gently.
"Unnnggghhh!" he cried out again.
She lowered her head, wrapping her lips around the boy's balls. She started to massage the sac, driving her sleeping son higher and higher toward climax. She ran her tongue back and forth across the boy's balls more frantically, probing and circling the hot, outer skin.
"Unnngggghhh! Annnngggghhh!" George cried out as his eyelids snapped open.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, looking and seeing the surprised expression on her younger son's face.
"I thought I was dreaming! I thought I was dreaming!" the boy whispered huskily.
"Oh, God," she moaned again, holding the boy's dick and slicing her hand up and down the spit-slick shaft as she stared hotly into his eyes. "Did you dream that I was doing it to you?"
"You really did it to me! You really went down on me and tried to suck me off!" George exclaimed.
"Please, try to understand," she murmured.
"Oh, Mom," he moaned, stroking her cheek gently. "I understand." His cock remained as hard as steel in her fist.
She continued to pump his cock slowly as she stared into his eyes. She wasn't that sorry about what had happened. All she could think of was that she needed a cock, and he had a cock. He was a man and she was a woman hot for dick. Waves of sexual lust swept over her beating clit, making her cunt contract sharply as she felt something wet ooze over her fingers.
She looked down and saw more cum leaking out of the boy's piss-slit. It trickled down his dong and onto her clutching hand. No matter what he thought about her when he woke up, he was now obviously in a state of high arousal. George's eyes widened, then started roaming over the soft curves of her voluptuous body.
"Do you want me? Do you want me as bad as I want you?" she blurted. She could tell from the increased throbbing in his dick he did.
"We'll have to be quiet," he whispered, motioning to the wall behind him.
"Mary's not all that heavy a sleeper."
Olivia felt her heart skip several beats as he lay back on the bed and spread his legs wide apart. The boy had accepted her advances and was even encouraging them now.
"My son!" she gasped. "My adorable son!"
There was a lush hotness glowing from her belly down to the fat, swollen lips of her cunt. Her clit and her nipples were so sensitive that she thought they'd explode and rip off her body. She felt the hot flesh of his cock throb harder and harder. The thick stream of fuck juice ran down the hard pecker, making her palm slippery. As the meaty prong throbbed, she greedily squeezed it. Her hand jacked up and down, making him groan.
"Oh, Mom, get on my prick!" he moaned. "Shit, you want that cock, don't you? Suck it again! Oh, Mom, suck my cock!"
In an instant, she was back on his dick. The thick prick-oil bubbled out of his cockhead into her mouth, making her swallow until her mouth and throat were coated with a thick film of the boy's jism.