Lisa trembled. A few yards in front of her stood Mike.
Mike couldn’t see her – he didn’t know his mother was anywhere around.
Lisa had come upon her son by accident. She had not followed him from the picnic site deliberately. She had simply taken the same trail he had. Her mind was on other things… cock, cock and her itching cunt.
Her cunt had been itching from the time they started out before noon for the picnic. It had been itching for cock. Lisa loved fucking. She had always loved to fuck. She could no longer remember when she had first felt a beautiful, hard, throbbing cock sliding into her cunt. It was a myth, to her, about a girl or boy always remembering that first fuck.
She couldn’t.
She just remembered the ecstasy of a thick prick stretching her pussy, filling it, fucking deeply.
But as much as she loved fucking, she had never been unfaithful to her husband when he was alive. He had been plenty for her. He had kept that burning need between her thighs very well satisfied.
But he wasn’t alive now.
He had been dead for over a year.
But Lisa had not been dead.
She had spent a short time in mourning, then turned to other men. Although she enjoyed fucking them, she was always left unsatisfied, as if something was empty inside her. She would come. Lisa always came and easily, the man didn’t have to work her up to orgasms. Lisa could come just thinking about a hard cock sliding into her wet, tight cunt. Sometimes she would come sitting in the strangest places, like the dentist’s office. Once she thought of a hard cock, dripping and ready, she would come.
She was troubled because she always had that empty feeling after a rousing session of fucking in a motel room with some eager man.
She wasn’t sure what was missing, all she knew was something important wasn’t there. After the men left her, her cunt would still be burning for cock, despite the fact that she had enjoyed some very hot orgasms.
Often, she finger fucked after they left.
But that didn’t help, either.
Going on this picnic with her son had been, she hoped, away of taking her mind off cock. But it failed – her cunt yearned for a hard cock.
Even as she walked slowly along the trail, her cunt was twitching and itching and burning. The crotch of her panties were soaked, and the insides of her thighs felt slippery with the juices.
Why she had worn this silly dress on a picnic, she didn’t know. Her only excuse was her mind wasn’t functioning very well.
She had almost walked up on her son before she realized he was there.
Mike was standing near a tall tree, his cock out of his pants. At first she thought he was taking a piss, but then she realized Mike was playing with his cock. He was facing her, looking down at his cock.
Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at her son’s prick. It was long, very long, and quite thick. It surprised her that his cock was so big. The head was smooth and now swollen, and she could even see his piss hole. It was flaring and dripping, pre-cum juices glistening in the sunlight.
He wasn’t exactly jacking off. He was stroking his cock in a playful way. He was twisting it about, lifting it up, as if he enjoyed playing with it a great deal.
Lisa wondered why he didn’t drop his pants. It would be nice to see his balls. It would be very nice to see his cock and balls naked, to even reach out and caress them.
She felt her cunt become hotter, almost steaming. She stood looking at her son, her eyes fixed upon his cock.
An orgasm rippled through Lisa.
She placed her hand to her mouth to stifle the soft mewl of pleasure as she came. The lips of her cunt swelled and her clitoris throbbed. Even her asshole tightened up in pleasure. She felt a tingling heat in her tits, making them swell tightly as her nipples thrust against the front of her dress.
She reeled with perverse pleasure as she watched her son playing with his hard cock. When he began to slide his fist back and forth, jacking off now, Lisa became weak. She had seen boys jack off when she was in school, and her husband used to jack off because he knew she enjoyed watching him.
Lisa was an unusual woman. Nothing was perverse to her, nothing degraded her, humiliated her. She loved to do anything an erotic mind could come up with.
Despite being quite satisfied with her husband, there were a few things he had refused to perform with and to her. But that didn’t stop her from thinking about them, and coming all the time as she did.
Now, seeing her son jacking off as he leaned against that tree, here in the open, Lisa was very excited.
Concealed behind some thick shrubbery, she lifted her dress and began to run her hands over her inner thighs and tease her cunt with her fingertips, her eyes smoldering with passion as she watched her son’s fist move back and forth on his cock.
Her cunt was going through some mild orgasms, but they were delicious orgasms. All her orgasms were delicious, mild or strong.
She could hear her son panting softly as he beat on his cock.
“Jack it off,” she whispered very softly, her voice too low to carry to Mike. “Jack that beautiful cock off, darling! Let Mother see that sweet, thick come juice spurt from your piss hole! Come! Mike! Come on the fucking grass! Jack off… jack off, jack off!”
Lisa cupped her pantied cunt, pressing her hot palm against the wetness of her crotch. Her other hand was squeezing at one tight ass cheek. Her hips were moving back and forth as she rubbed her steamy cunt, her eyes glassy in erotic delight.
“Ooooh, baby, jack that beautiful hard-on off! Let Mother see you come!” The whispered words kept flowing from her mouth. “Oh, baby, squirt that come juice!”
Mike had his eyes closed. The urge to slip up next to him and take his cock into her hand was almost overwhelming. Lisa wanted to step out into the open, her skirt about her waist, stand next to him and feel his hard prick, stroke it and jack him off. And Mike, she knew, would be so excited. He would touch her, play with her tits and ass and cunt. Maybe he would fuck her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Oh! Mike… you could put your beautiful cock in Mother’s cunt and fuck it! You can jack off on my cunt… come on Mother’s pussy… fuck Mother’s twat! Oh, baby, that would be so much fun! Mother’s cunt is so hot… so tight and hot and wet!”
She almost missed it.
The white globs of come juice gushed from his piss hole, flying almost a foot in front of him.
Lisa’s eyes glowed as she watched his cock spurting jizz time and again. She licked her lips. She pressed hard at her cunt, rubbing swiftly, her orgasm bubbling hotly.
Finished, her son rested against the tree, his cock dangling now. The head glistened wetly. Lisa’s mouth watered with the desire to run her tongue over his piss hole, to taste that sweetness there.
Mike shoved away from the tree, but he didn’t tuck his cock away immediately.
Lisa watched him hold his cock then he began to piss.
A flaring tingle of excitement shot through Lisa.
She had never watched a man piss before.
There was something about seeing the stream of piss leave the head of Mike’s cock, splashing on the ground. She was not at all surprised to find her cunt convulsing into orgasm again.
Finished pissing, Mike shook his cock, then put it away inside his pants.
Lisa watched him move away, and when he was out of sight, she stepped from her concealment and walked to where he had been. She saw his come juice on the grass, white and wet. Squatting, she ran a fingertip through it, finding it still warm. She brought her finger to her face, looking at the wetness there.
“Ohhh, yes,” she whimpered, then darted her tongue out to lick her finger. The taste of her son’s come juice on her tongue sent a ripple of delight through her.
She wiped her finger into more of the viscous liquid, licking it form her finger again. She closed her eyes and savored the sweetness of Mike’s come juice. Then she began to thrust her finger in and out of her mouth as if it were a cock fucking her. She moaned in pleasure as another orgasm steamed through her cunt.
Getting to her feet, she found her legs shaky. She leaned against the tree, afraid to start walking right now. And then.
“Oh, my God,” she hissed. Lisa was pissing. She was pissing in her panties.
“Oh, my God!” she hissed again, looking down, unable to stop. “What in the hell…”
She tried to stop pissing, but still she continued to stream from her panties. She saw the wetness on the front of her dress. She lifted it out of the way, but it was too late. She felt the warm piss running down the insides of her thighs.
And it felt good to her.
By the time she stopped, her panties were thoroughly soaked, her thighs drenched. The front of her dress was wet too. And it felt very good to Lisa. She didn’t know why she had pissed in her panties, or why she had been unable to stop it… but she knew how good it felt.
“Perverted cunt,” she giggled softly. “You’re just a perverted cunt, Lisa, that’s what you are. And you love being perverted, you hot-assed cocksucker!”
Lisa did love it.
She started back to the picnic site.
Her lovely face was glowing, warm sensations still tingling through her body. Her panties, pissy wet, felt good clinging to her pussy.
Mike was there.
He was resting on his side, propped up on one elbow, eating a piece of fried chicken.
“How’d you get your dress wet, Mom?” he asked, seeing how soaked the front was.
Lisa stood and looked at her son, seeing in her mind his cock squirting come juice, then pissing. She shivered and licked her lips, her eyes grazing at the front of his pants. She could see the lump of his cock and balls there, but he wasn’t hard.
“You really want to know how my dress got wet?” she asked, her voice throaty. “If I told you, it might shock you, honey.”
“Nothing shocks me, Mom,” Mike said, grinning up at her.
“You’re sure of that, darling?”
“Try me,” he said.
Lisa stared at his young face, wondering if she should tell him the truth. She smiled. Yes, it would shock him if she told him the truth.
“Are you gonna tell me, Mom?”
“You want the truth, right?” she said, her voice sounding sultry. Lisa was standing with her pelvis arched forward, her hands on her hips. She knew Mike could see halfway up her wet skirt. It pleased her that he made no pretense of looking elsewhere. Maybe he would like to know… know that she’d fuck him in a minute if he showed interest.
“You don’t want me to lie and say I fell into some stream, do you?”
“There’s no stream around here that I know of,” he said. “What happened?”
She searched his young, handsome face. “Okay, this will shock you, Mike!” She took a deep breath, her tits standing out. “I pissed in my panties.”
Mike’s eyes opened wide as he looked at his mother’s face. “You what?”
“I pissed in my Goddamn panties. That’s what I did,” she said louder. Mike wasn’t shocked at all.
“Why didn’t you take them off, Mom?” he asked. “Who could see you out here?”
“It was an accident!” she said. “I did it before I knew what was happening.”
“Nobody has that kind of accident, Mom.”
“Maybe nobody else does, but I did,” she said.
“Show me.”
Lisa wasn’t sure she heard her son right.
“Say that again, Mike.”
“I said, Mom… show me you pissed in your panties.”
“Mike, do you know what you’re asking of me?”
“Sure I know!” he said, his eyes boldly staring under her skirt. “I want you to show me you pissed in your panties.”
“Why?” she asked, feeling excitement building inside her, her pulses racing. “Why do you want me to show you?”
“Come on, Mom,” Mike said. “You don’t think you’re hiding anything from me, do you? I know what you do at night. You play with yourself… just like I do.”
“Mike, this is dangerous conversation,” she said.
“Why dangerous, Mom?”
“Because it could… it could lead to… you know, it could.”
She nodded her head, her eyes moving along the front of his pants. He was getting a hard on. His cock was swelling up, bulging at the front of his pants. She could almost see the outline of his prick. Almost, but not quite.
“I don’t mind,” Mike replied, his voice thick now. “I don’t mind at all… if you don’t, Mom.”
Lisa trembled. Desire was flooding her body, creating a steaming storm in and around her cunt. Her clitoris was pressing at the tightness of her wet panties, and her tits were tingling in a way she had not felt before.
“You really want to see my panties?” she questioned again.
“Just to see if you did piss in them, Mom.”
“You think I’m lying?”
“I don’t know,” Mike replied, then very deliberately ran his hand over his swollen cock. “I just want to see.”
Lisa shivered, watching him rub his hard-on. She sucked in a deep breath once more, then in a swift motion, she pulled her dress to her waist.
Mike’s eyes went hot as he gazed at his mother. Her bikini panties were wet, soaked with piss. Strands of cunt hair stood from the tight crotch, and the puffy outline of her pussy was revealed.
“Well, do you believe me now?” she said.
“I-I guess so,” Mike stammered.
“I might as well take them off,” Lisa said. She shoved her fingers into the elastic waist band. As she rolled her wet panties down, her skirt fell to conceal her cunt from his hot eyes. Holding up the panties, she suddenly giggled, then tossed them at her son. They landed in his face and she felt a throbbing in her naked cunt as her son, instead of tossing them away, rubbed them against his face.
“Why, you shit,” she said, delighted at what he had done. “You like that. Huh?”
Mike balled her wet panties up and rubbed them about his crotch, gazing at his mother. “Why shouldn’t I, Mom? You and I are alike. I’m sure of that.”
“We are, are we?” Lisa said, sitting down, but making sure her skirt was over her knees. “What makes you think so, Mike?”
“I don’t think so at all – I know it.”
She could feel his eyes burning through the top of her dress, as if he could see her tits. His eyes told her he was right – they were the same, had the same mind, the same erotic thoughts.
He had admitted hearing her at night, playing with her cunt, her body. He admitted to her about jacking off, honestly and openly. His obvious hard-on was evidence enough that he was excited. But at his age any girl would excite him. He was growing and the sex juices were boiling in his balls. Mike would probably fuck anything available, herself included.
But would he hate her, find her disgusting, hateful and perverted?
She had to take that chance. Her cunt was about to melt between her thighs. She writhed her ass on the blanket near her son.
Again she took a deep breath, her tits thrusting out firm and high.
“Okay,” she said in a thick voice, “If we’re alike. If we think alike… take your cock out. I dare you to take your hard prick out right now… in front of me.”
CHAPTER TWO
For a long, tense moment, mother and son stared at each other. Then Mike turned loose of her piss-wet panties and placed them on the grass off the blanket. He ran his hand over the front of his bulging cock again.
“You think I won’t, Mom?” he asked. “You think I won’t take my cock out here, in front of you?”
“I don’t know if you will or not!” she said smiling at him, taunting him. “I just asked you to. It’s up to you whether you do or not.”
“You think I won’t?”
Lisa knew her son was hesitant. He wasn’t sure she meant it.
“Well? I’m waiting, darling.”
“Aw, you’re just talking, Mom,” he said, then turned onto his stomach, resting his head on his crossed arms, looking at her. “You don’t really want me to take it out.”
A nervous laugh came from Lisa. She was disappointed. She had been so sure that he would expose his cock to her.
“Chicken,” she said. “Squawk… squawk… chicken.”
“You first, Mom,” he said.
“Me first, what?”
“You show me something first,” Mike replied. “You wanna see my cock, you gotta show something to me.”
“Mmmm, like what?”
“Anything you wanna show.”
Lisa was trembling with expectant desire.
She moved her eyes over his ass, seeing how tight those twin cheeks looked inside his pants. She could imagine what it felt like to him as he pressed his hard cock against the blanket.
“Maybe I’m the one who’s chicken,” she said. “What do you think your mother is, an exhibitionist?”
“What’s that?”
“A person who goes around exposing themselves,” she said.
“You want me to be one!” he reminded her.
“Who started this, anyway?”
“You did, Mom.”
“Bullshit!” she said. “You’re the one who wanted to know how my dress got wet.”
“And you’re the one who told me you pissed in your panties,” he retorted.
“You’re the one that wanted to see.”
“You’re the one that showed me,” he said.
“You’re the one that got a hard-on.”
“Well, hell, Mom!” he exclaimed. “What do you think a guy will do if you raise your damn dress and show it that way?”
She laughed. “Do you know what we sound like – a couple of arguing kids. You first! No, you go first!”
Mike wiggled his ass, pressing his cock harder into the ground. Lisa watched, seeing his ass cheeks bunch tightly. Her cunt boiled, the lips swollen, her clit tingling. She moved her arms behind her, locating the tab of her zipper. She pulled it down, then shrugged. The top of her dress started to fall from her tits, but she caught it, keeping it in place as she stared hotly at her son.
Then she allowed one tit to be revealed.
Mike’s eyes went hot and hungry as he stared at his mother’s tit. Her pale brown nipple was rigid, rubbery hard and standing out in succulent sweetness.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice thick with desire.
Mike turned onto his side again and Lisa’s eyes went straight to his cock. His prick was throbbing very hard inside his pants. She began to gasp with heated pleasure as he began to fumble with the buttons of his jeans. When he had them open, he pulled the fly wide.
Lisa saw the taut flesh of his cock, and her cunt almost convulsed into orgasm.
“Is that all I get to see?” she asked in a heavy, teasing voice. “No more?”
Mike reached into his pants and adjusted his cock.
Lisa gasped.
She saw the head of her son’s cock, but no more. He kept the rest of it hidden from her. But the head was swollen and she could see pre-cum was dripping from his piss hole again.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, licking her lips as she stared with smoldering eyes at her son’s almost exposed cock. She turned loose of her dress, and both tits were revealed to him. Lisa’s tits were round and firm, the flesh creamy smooth and flawlessly shaped. Her nipples, pale brown in color, were easily half an inch long and right now they were rigid with passion.
She gazed hungrily at the head of her son’s cock, wanting him to shove it all the way out of his pants. But Mike didn’t – he allowed only the swollen head to protrude as he gazed at his mother’s tits.
Lisa could not drag this out any longer. She couldn’t tease her son any more. She was teasing herself more than him, anyway. With the liquid steam bubbling in her cunt, she didn’t want to play this childish show-me-yours-then-I’ll-show-you-mine any longer.
Her dress was already down around her waist, her beautiful tits exposed. She lifted one knee. She watched her son’s eyes, and saw them start to glow as he looked between her thighs, directly at her cunt.
She drew the knee up high, then let it fall to one side. She pulled her skirt up, bunching it at her waist. Her cunt twitched as she spread her thighs wide.
Lisa’s cunt was wet and pink, the lips puffy. Her clit was long, like her tits, almost half an inch in length. It was a very sensitive clitoris, always knotted, always tingling. The curls of her cunt were thick and dark around her cunt lips before disappearing into the crack of her ass.
She saw her son lick his mouth, and then she gazed at the head of his prick. She was delighted to see her son’s cock inching from his fly. It slipped out all the way, and her hand itched to take hold of it, to feel it, to stroke it, jack him off. But she didn’t move yet. His cock was very hard and long, thick even. The piss hole looked big enough to stick a cigarette into. It flared open as she looked at it.
Mike’s eyes were straining as he stared up his mother’s long, creamy thighs, at her hot looking cunt.
“Now what?” Lisa whispered, licking her lips.
Mike didn’t reply – he couldn’t say a word. His cock jerked about as he looked at his mother’s tantalizing pussy. She saw him take her piss-wet panties and drape them over his rigid cock. He closed his fist around his cock and began to jack off.
“Ooooh, look at you!” Lisa whimpered. She moved a hand between her thighs and began to stroke her cunt. She rubbed at her distended clit, thrilled that he was watching every move her fingers made. It excited her to have her son watch her fingering her cunt, while she watched him stroke his cock at the same time.
But it wasn’t what she wanted.
“Now what?” she asked once more, moving her middle finger into her cunt.
“Now what, Mom?”
“Do we just play with ourselves, darling?”
“I… what do you want, Mom? I’ll do anything you want to do.”
“This is crazy, you know that, Mike?” she said, watching his cock drip. “We both know what we want, don’t we?” He nodded his head. “We want to fuck, don’t we?” Again he nodded his head. “You want to fuck me, am I right?”
“Yes, Mom,” he said in a very low voice.
“And I would love to fuck you, right?”
“Oh, I sure hope so, Mom!”
Lisa licked her lips again. “If we do… if we fuck, what happens from there on? Do we just fuck this time and stop, or are we going to keep fucking each other?”
“Anything you want. Mom!” he said, rubbing her piss-wet panties on his cock.
“Don’t make yourself come,” she moaned, fingering her pussy a bit faster. She stroked the inner thigh of her leg with her other hand. “Don’t come yet, darling.”
“I might, Mom,” he said, jacking faster. “I don’t know if I can keep from coming.”
Lisa pulled her finger from her pussy, brought it to her face. She poised her finger toward her lips.
“You don’t know me very well, baby,” she said. “You only know me as your mother. I’m unusual, to say the least. I may not want to stop just fucking you once. I may want to fuck you a lot, Mike.”
“Lets fuck, Mom!”
“Please, Mike,” she said as he moved his hand up her thigh, stroking past her knee. “Wait until I tell you this.”
“Then hurry before I come,” he said.
“Turn your cock loose and listen to me.”
She waited until he released his cock, her wet panties dangling on it.
“Honey, I’m like I said, unusual. I have these desires, and you might not enjoy them. I can’t help it, they’re inside me. I might ask for more than just being fucked by you.”
“I’ll do anything you want, Mom!” he promised.
“You say that now,” she said, then shoved her finger into her mouth, licking the cunt juice from it deliberately so he could see. “Does this tell you anything?”
She ran her finger into her cunt again, and once more licked at it.
“Only that you’re hot,” he said.
“Mike, my mind is always on fucking. I think about cock all the time. I want to do things I’ve only thought about before. Things you may not enjoy or want to do with me.”
“Try me!” he said, reaching above her thigh and lightly touching the lip of her cunt. “Try me, Mom.”
She looked at him for a long time, her cunt burning with the touch of his finger. “Oh, baby! I want to! Please, don’t disappoint me – please!”
“I won’t,” he promised.
Lisa lay back on the blanket, her knees up and spread wide. She held her arms out to her son.
“Come on, honey. Come here and fuck Mother! Ohhh, darling, shove your cock up Mother’s hot, wet cunt! Fuck me, Mike! Fuck Mother’s hot cunt hard and fast – now!”
Mike scrambled between his mother’s thighs. He still had his pants on, and the rough fabric was harsh against her tender thighs, but she welcomed it. She ran her right hand down and grasped her son’s cock. She pulled the swollen head of his prick against her clit, smashing it, feeling his juices seeping from his piss hole. She shoved his cock down a bit, then arched her crotch to him. The smooth head of his cock penetrated her fiery cunt.
“Oooooo, yes, yes!” she gurgled as his cock slithered into her steamy cunt. “Oh, God fuck me, Mike! Fuck Mother’s hot cunt! Give it to me, darling! Ooooh, you’re so fucking long and thick… stuff my hot cunt with that sweet cock! Fuck me, fuck me!”
Lisa screamed with ecstasy as the length of her son’s cock penetrated her cunt. The thickness of Mike’s cock seemed to stretch her cunt to its utmost limits.
She wrapped her hot hands around his hips, her arms clutching at his back. She lifted her knees high, arching her cunt up. The harsh fabric of his pants scraped the tender surfaces of her inner thighs. Her cunt was so sensitive, she could feel the grooves and ridges of his throbbing prick.
Lisa’s cunt began to grip her son’s cock, to flex about it, squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax.
Mike buried his face into her neck, the steamy heat of his breath searing her flesh. Lisa ran her hands up and down his back, wiggling her upturned crotch against him.
Sliding her hands down his back, Lisa clutched her son’s tightening ass cheeks, trying to pull his cock deeper and deeper, squealing loudly with the burning ecstasy. She dug her fingers into his tight ass, flinging her legs straight up into the air and throwing them wide, making a beautiful V for him.
Mike ran his hands down his mother’s sides, past her hips, then underneath to cup the creamy smoothness of her shapely hot ass.
“Ooooh, darling,” she whimpered in a hot, throaty voice. “You’re so deep! Your cock is so deep in Mother’s cunt! I love it, Mike! Oh, fuck me, baby! Fuck Mother’s hot cunt! Give it to me! Bang Mother’s cunt hard, baby! Ooooh, what a cock! So big, so hard, so… so fucking good!”
Churning her ass up, Lisa began to fuck her son as he shoved his cock in. Her cunt clung to her son’s cock as she humped her ass up and down, her stretched cuntlips riding and sucking and squeezing. His hands felt so hot as they cupped her ass, his fingers pressing into the firm flesh of her ass cheeks.
“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!” she squealed, rocking her ass up and down, grinding against him as she pulled her legs back, holding them wide apart. “Oh, fuck my hot cunt. Mike!”
“So hot, Mom,” Mike grunted. “You’re so hot and wet. You’re really wet, Mom!”
His hips plunged, his cock ramming into her boiling cunt with power. She squealed as the rough pounding smashed at her swollen cuntlips and fiery distended clitoris.
They were in the sun, and it beat down upon their thrashing bodies. But the heat of the sun was nothing compared to that of Lisa’s cunt or her son’s cock. The hardness of Mike’s prick stretched and seared and scalded her pussy flesh, threatening to melt her clit and cuntlips from her churning body.
“Hold my ass!” she screeched in ecstasy. “Hold Mother’s ass! Oh, God… hold my hot ass, darling!”
The powerful way Mike rammed his cock into her cunt made Lisa grunt and squeal, the breath hissing from her. Her hands clung to his bouncing ass frantically, as if she were afraid his cock would jerk free of her over-heated cunt. Her knees were now drawn, back until they were along his sides, her cunt lifting to his stabbing cock. She felt him fucking hard and fast against her hairy crotch. The swollen head of his cock seemed to reach her stomach, her throat. A cock had never felt so good to her before.
“Fucking you, Mom!” Mike grunted. “I’m fucking you! My cock is in you… fucking you! Oh, so tight and hot and wet and. I’m fucking you, Mom!”
“Ooooh, you sure are, baby!” Lisa gurgled hotly, swinging her ass up and grinding her crotch in tight, frenzied circles against him. “You sure are fucking, darling! You’re giving Mother a good fucking, a hard fucking!”
The liquid heat of her orgasm was building within her. Lisa’s eyes rolled about as the passion increased. She licked her lips as she fucked up against him, then she sucked her bottom lip between her sharp, white teeth, biting down on it. Moans and squeals came from her. The gasping heat of her son’s breath against her neck served to intensify her sensations.
Her tits were smashed by his chest. Her nipples were trying to bore holes into his shirt, into his flesh. Her tits and nipples tingled in a way that no scratching would ever soothe. The first quivers of her orgasm struck.
“Ooooo! Ohhhh!” she yelped, slamming her cunt hard against him. “You’re making me come. Mike! Ohhh, baby, you’re making Mother come! Feel my pussy… feel my pussy coming? Mother’s pussy is squeezing your cock, Mike… and coming and coming and coming! Oh, ram me… bang me, fuck the piss out of my fucking hot, wet, tight, hairy cunt!”
“Mom! Oh, Mom!” Mike shouted. “I feel it! I feel you squeezing my cock! I don’t think I can wait much longer! I’ve gotta come, too, Mom!”
Lisa threw her convulsing cunt hard against him, taking his cock as deep as she could, pulling at his tight ass with strong fingers. Her pussy was entering a second orgasm now, stronger and much more satisfying than the first.
Her hair-lined cunt seemed to be sucking on her son’s cock, nibbling at it. The lips of her cunt were clinging to the base of his prick, flexing and milking in tight, rippling waves as she strived to make her son come.
“Do it, Mike!” she screamed in passion. “Don’t try and hold it back! I want it, baby! Oh, God… I want you to come in me! Flood my hot cunt with that sweet come juice, darling! Ohhh, please, please, fill my cunt with your thick, white, sweet come juice! Let me have it… I want it!”
Mike could not have held his discharge back under any circumstances. He rammed hard into his mother’s pussy, his body going stiff between her gripping thighs. She heard him moan, then grunt. His cock jerked and swelled inside her spasming cunt, then she felt the first spurt of his come juice as he spewed forth. Jizz shot out of his piss hole like a geyser, a sweet, wonderful, beautiful squirt of thick, precious come juice.
Lisa felt her son’s come splashing along the satiny walls of her cunt, splattering deep. Each rapid throb of his cock increased the force of her orgasm, making her body shake violently.
She gasped loudly and clung to his tight ass. Her son was holding her naked ass as if he was trying to drive his cock all the way through, to pin her smooth ass to the blanket.
She welcomed it.
She wanted it.
She screamed for it.
Time and again her son squirted, the creamy come juice drenching her cunt, until it seeped from her tight cunt lips and dripped over the curves of her ass. She had never felt so filled with sweet come juice in her life… And her cunt was still clutched in those blissful orgasms, sucking and squeezing the last drops from her son’s cock.
The orgasms seemed to last for hours.