Donna squealed in delight, her wet cunt making his cock slippery. Her cunt-lips clutched his cock tightly, then opened, tightened again. It was all involuntarily. Donna had no conscious thought of what her cunt was doing. Mike's hands clung to her dancing ass tightly, his fingers squeezing at her firm ass-cheeks.
"Ohhhh, this is wonderful!" Donna hissed. "Oh, Mike, you're so hard and I'm so wet! Ohhhh, your cock is perfect for my cunt! I can feel your cock stretch my cunt open… fucking it! Listen to that wet sound, baby! Hear Mother's wet cunt fucking your cock!"
Mike didn't say anything. He was almost dazed with pleasure. His hands clutched his mother's bouncing ass tightly, his hips lifting up to meet the wild thrusting of her cunt. He didn't move his hips, but held them high and let her ride his cock as fast as she could.
Donna gasped and cried out with ecstasy. Her hips pounded up and down, her cunt smacking against the base of her son's cock, feeling his rounded cock-head push so deliciously into her greedy, fiery cunt. Her knotted clit scraped along the hard shaft of his cock, sending fire through her crotch. She twisted her ass, arching and straining. The sensations of her son's cock inside her cunt caused her to lift her head, eyes bulging, her lips parted. She curled her fingers into his hair, pulling as she squealed and cried out.
"Hold my ass, Mike!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, hold Mother's ass tight, baby!"
Mike curled his fingers into her dancing ass. His cock was being burned by his mother's searing cunt, blistering him. His balls were almost painfully tight at the base, loaded with hot come.
"Feel it, Mike!" Donna hissed, ramming her cunt up and down his cock in a frenzy. "Feel Mother's cunt fucking your cock! Can you feel how wet and hot Mother's pussy is! Oooooh, baby, I love your cock! I love the way it feels in my cunt! Ooooh, honey, fuck me! Fuck Mother, Mike!"
Mike tried to work with her, but Donna was pounding up and down much too frantically, and all he could do was hold her ass tightly. Donna whipped her naked ass about lewdly, grinding her bubbling cunt furiously onto his cock, making little screwing motions at times, and pumping up and down at others.
Her mind reeled dizzily with pleasure. Donna could feel every sensation in every part of her naked body. It was, in a way, better than those wild times with her husband. Swinging her ass with abandon, pumping her cunt up and down on her son's cock, she cried out with soft sounds, clutching his hair in her hands. Her clit became inflamed more than ever, and there was a wild, powerful orgasm swelling inside her lower stomach. She sobbed lewdly as she increased the sliding movements of her cunt on his cock. Now, she was fucking her son with wicked, almost uncoordinated thrusts. She pounded and twisted her hungry cunt madly onto his cock, her head lifted high, neck stretched. She gasped hotly.
"I'm getting there, Mike!" she groaned. "Ohhhh, baby, I'm getting ready to come! Ahhhh, so fucking good, Mike! Can you feel Mother's cunt about to come? Oooooh, I'm going to explode! Oooooh… ahhhh, there!"
With a wild lunge, Donna rammed her cunt hard onto her son's cock, her hairy cunt-lips clutching with hot spasms. The rippling waves of her orgasm along the hardness of his cock made Mike cry out.
"Oh, give it to me!" Donna sobbed.
Mike clawed at his mother's grinding ass tightly, and with a groaning grunt, sprayed the walls of her pussy with boiling come. The squirting come-juice came rapidly, making Donna cry out with rapture. They strained hard together, Donna's cunt pulling on her son's gushing cock. Their moans mingled as one, both of them shuddering with the intensity of their ecstasy.
Slowly, Donna's body relaxed, everything loosening up at the same time. Her muscles, even her bones, felt like jello. She breathed deeply, her tits smashing against her son's chest again. She trembled as her son ran his hands up and down her satiny back, over the swells of her shapely ass and upper thighs. His cock was no longer inside her cunt, but resting against her still pulsating, hairy cunt-lips.
"Am I too heavy?" she whispered after a while.
"Ahhhh, no, Mom," he breathed. He wrapped his arms about her waist and hugged her tightly.
"Well, let me loose, anyway," she said, a half giggle in her voice.
When he released her waist she rolled onto his bed at his side. She looked at his face, seeing nothing but pleasure there. Mike had the beginnings of a mustache, and she realized he would have to start shaving soon. Tenderly, she caressed his face as he turned his head and looked at her.
"Was it good, honey?" she asked.
"It was great, Mom."
"Does that mean you'll want more?"
"As much as you'll give me," he said, cupping one of her tits and fondling it without nervousness now. "All I can get."
With a giggle, Donna scooted tightly against him, hugging him.
"That might be more than you can handle," she whispered as the tip of her tongue probed his ear. "I'm a pretty hot and greedy piece."
"Piece of what?" Mike teased, pulling her nipple.
"Piece of ass, you nut!" she said, slapping his hand off her tit. "I may want more of that cock than you can give me!"
"Could Dad handle it, Mom?" he asked.
"That's none of your business," Donna said, sitting up. "But yes, he could handle it very well. Now it's time for you to see if you can take care of it."
"If I can't, I'll get help," Mike laughed.
Donna was picking up her shorts. She turned and gazed at him. "Oh, you would, would you? I suppose you have someone in mind, too."
"Maybe," Mike said, watching as his mother stepped into the shorts. The front of them was still wet where he had come on them. Donna, knowing he was watching, wiggled her ass more than usual to pull the tight shorts up. She pulled the zipper and then slipped her arms into the shirt, eyeing him.
"Anyone I know?" she asked, enjoying the game.
"Maybe," he said.
"Mike, I won't be putting out for just anyone," she said, her eyes going serious. "I'm hot, yes, but I'm particular. I haven't had cock since your father died until today. I've been going out of my mind for it, too, but I won't fuck just anyone."
"I didn't think you would," he said. "If you did, I wouldn't want you for my mother."
"Even though I fuck good?" she teased, her eyes flirting with him.
"Even that, Mom," he replied, stepping into his shorts. "Who wants a fucking slut for a mother?"
"Oh, so I'm a slut, am I?"
"Mom, I didn't mean it that way," Mike said quickly. "I meant a girl who takes on all the guys. You'd never do that."
"You're right, I wouldn't," she lied softly. "I knew what you meant in the first place, darling. You're not the kind of guy what would pass a girl around, I know."
Mike started laughing.
"What's so funny?" she asked. "Do I have a tear in my shorts or something?"
"We're talking like you were my girl, Mom, not my mother."
"Well, I can be both, I'd say," she replied, her eyes twinkling.
"That would be nice, Mom."
She stuck her tongue out at him, waggling it suggestively. "You may have more of a girl than you think in me. Just don't be surprised at my appetites."
"I won't," he promised, watching her move the chair from the door and opening it.
Donna peeked outside, then slipped away as if she felt guilty, turning toward her own room.
She was sweaty, and peeled her clothes off again as the tub filled with water. As she soaked in the tub, she thought how it happened, not at all surprised. When a boy had his cock so close to a girl, he was bound to become hard, she thought. What made her feel good, was Mike was eager for it. Not only eager then, but wanted more of her. Leaning on the rim of the tub, she closed her eyes and relived fucking her son. It felt as if his cock was still inside her cunt, and she wiggled deliciously.