"Fuck me, Tony! Unnggghhh! Mommy's gonna cum too!" Beside herself with pleasure, the wanton young mother thrust her hand under her belly and fucked two fingers into her cunt. The little fuck slit was drooling cunt cream. She jacked off in time with her son's fuck thrusts up her asshole, rolling her clit feverishly under her thumb.
"Can't hold it, Mom! Oh fuck!"
The second load of jism squirted violently up her shit channel, bursting from the tip of Tony's prick. Again and again cum erupted from his throbbing cock shaft, draining his balls completely of fuck juice.
"Oh, Tony! You're cumming in me!" Angela flexed her shitter muscles, making her asshole suck up all of his sappy cum. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me, I'm cumming too! Unnnggghhhh! Cuuummmmiiinnngggg!"
Her asshole and pussy spasmed at the same time, covering her stroking fingers with thick cream from her cunt. Angela dazed with pleasure as she felt her asshole cumming, sucking again and again around her boy's cock.
A lewd feeling of contentment coursed through her as she felt her boy drawing his prick out of her ass with a wet popping sound. Tony was an awfully good ass-fucker, and he still had the comeback powers of any teenage stud. Angela knew he would fuck her nearly unconscious before the night was over. She would have no trouble sleeping.
CHAPTER SIX
Angela's predicition came through that evening. By midnight she was fast asleep, unaided by drugs or alcohol, having been thoroughly fucked by her well-hung son. But across the street, in the little house she shared with her son Mike, Janet Douglas was having a very restless night.
Janet's voice betrayed only the faintest hint of an accent but she was a Southern woman, born and reared well below the Mason-Dixon before her marriage had brought her permanently north. She liked to talk and joke about sex with her girlfriends but deep down inside she still had some Victorian attitudes towards the whole subject, which had created some major conflicts for her over the years and was making her particularly miserable now.
Janet had been raised conservatively but she was very, very horny. Without any out-dated morality to restrain her, she was sure she would have fucked everything in pants long before her wedding night.
As it was, she'd been a virgin for her honey moon. But that hadn't been for any lack of offers or lack of desire. Even at thirty-eight, Janet still had all the beauty that made men drool over her in her high school days.
She was petite, but still extremely stacked, with a round ass and tits that were every bit as large as Angela's. Her long, wavy brown hair danced on her shoulders when she walked and men had always complimented her for the dazzling beauty of her wide full-lipped smile. That was, of course, when they could tear their gazes off of her lush body.
But Janet had never fucked another man during her long marriage, though she'd done more than her share of fucking with her husband. Her lesbian sex session with Angela that afternoon had disturbed her a great deal. There was no denying that she'd enjoyed it and there was no one to stop her from doing it a lot more.
In fact, there was no one to stop her from doing what she really wanted, which was to fuck her own son.
This was Janet's most secret desire, one she'd never even hinted at in her giggling conversations with Angela. But ever since her husband's death, thoughts of fucking Michael had been in the back of her brain.
He was such a handsome boy, with a thick head of blonde hair and a strapping, muscular body. Since puberty, Janet had seen his cock only a couple of times but those occasions had branded themselves in her ever-horny mind – a thick, long tube of cock meat, hanging between her little boy's legs. As hard as she tried to put the image from her mind, Janet knew how much she wanted to make that big prick get stiff, to watch his face contort as he shot a big load of cum juice into her sucking cunt.
By eleven, Janet had already put away three good-sized cocktails in an effort to drive the forbidden incestuous thoughts away. By midnight she was thoroughly drunk.
But she still couldn't get to sleep and the drinking had just made her hornier. Something about her sex session with Angela had sparked something in her brain. It was as if she could do anything now. She could even fuck her own son.
"Damn it!" Squirming naked under the covers, with the half-empty highball glass on the nightstand beside the bed, Janet stopped trying to sleep and turned on the light. She glanced at the clock and groaned when she saw it was nearly one in the morning.
There was no use in trying to get to sleep. Cursing drunkenly under her breath, the naked mother padded across her bedroom and took a long flowing negligee out of her closet. Donning it quickly, she walked into the hall. Maybe a late night movie would take her mind off sex.
But the first thing she saw when she walked into the hall was the light under her son's bedroom door. Janet frowned, feeling the weight of her enormous tits jiggling under the gown as she walked slowly towards her son's room.
Was Mike up late studying? On a sudden impulse she decided to pay a visit to the object of her desires. Maybe if she saw him with a textbook in his hand she'd remember her true role as his mother and banish her filthy cravings once and for all.
"Mike," Janet said softly. She was too drunk to realize that her voice was the softest of whispers, too low for her son to hear. Janet opened the door without knocking. Then she stopped in her tracks and just stared.
Mike was reading by the night light, as she'd suspected but what he held definitely wasn't a textbook. It was some sort of girlie magazine and her boy was naked on top of the sheets.
Janet instantly felt fuck juice gushing into her pussy as she ran her gaze up his muscular legs to his crotch. Rising out of a very big, hairy ball bag was gigantic rock-hard prick. Her son's hand was wrapped tightly around his cock. With the girlie magazine open in front of his face, her only child was wildly beating off. "M-M-Michael!" Janet stammered. "Oh my God!"
Mike immediately dropped the magazine and stared wide-eyed at his mother. Then his cheeks flushed crimson. "Oh fuck," he groaned and covered his face with a pillow in shame.
Janet crossed the room in a trance, staring hypnotically at his naked cock. His prick was shrinking rapidly but it was her first really good look at his cock in the raw.
What a big one, she thought dazedly, as she ogled the meaty trunk and bulbous prick head. My son has such a big fucking dick.
"Mike, take that pillow off of your face," she managed to say, "I'm not going to hurt you."
Mike reluctantly took away the pillow and looked up at his mother as he stuffed it under his head. Janet forced her gaze to stay on his face as she sat beside him on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Mike said quickly, "please don't get too mad at me. I won't…"
"There's nothing wrong with masturbating, Michael," Janet said softly. "It's my fault, not yours. I should have knocked before I came in."
Mike looked up at his mother in surprise, realizing how drunk she was. Then he lowered his gaze to her body. Janet became conscious of how clearly her huge braless tits showed through the nightgown. Almost imperceptibly, Mike's cock started swelling with fresh blood.
"I masturbate too, Mike. Tell me, do you play with yourself alot? You're a teen after all. Teenagers are supposed to be very horny."
Janet immediately knew that wasn't a motherly question to ask but she couldn't help herself. Mike's face was red as he looked at her. She was having a harder time keeping her gaze off of his cock. His prick was growing more rapidly.
"Well, yeah. Yeah, I guess I do," Mike muttered.
"Oh, I see. What sort of thing do you think about when you jack… masturbate, Michael? Do you think about all the pretty girls at school?"