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Captive Family, Parts 1- 15
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CAPTIVE FAMILY
(by EROS!)
Part. 1
Bobby Mitchell ducked down quickly in the driver's seat as twin
beams of bright light shone suddenly into the rear-view mirror. The
sound of the approaching car got louder, and the boy prayed that it
would go straight past. The last thing he needed right now was for
some damn good-samaritan to stop and ask questions. Worse still, if
it was a cop, he was done for! Even the dumbest cop in the world
wouldn't take long to find out that the car he was driving was
stolen.
Although Bobby was only fifteen, with his past record the judge
would throw the book at him. He couldn't chance that now. As soon as
the other car sped past, Bobby started the engine and pulled off the
side of the road into some bushes and waited. He lit a cigarette and
puffed on it nervously. The acrid smoke filled his lungs, but did
little to calm his nerves.
"Christ! Come on, mom! Where the fuck are you?", he muttered
under his breath. The waiting was getting to him and for the
hundredth time tonight, he wondered if his mother's plan was going
to work.
Cathy Mitchell had no such misgivings. At that very moment, the
tall, willowy blonde was crawling under the outer security fence of
the State Women's Correctional Centre. It had taken weeks of
planning and plenty of hard work to get this far. Not to mention the
five hundred bucks she'd paid one of the guards to look the other
way at the right time. Once through the fence Cathy headed off in
the direction of the road, where she had instructed her son to wait
for her. Having had plenty of time in the prison gym to get into
shape, Cathy was undaunted by the prospect of the two mile
cross-country jog, especially since at the end was freedom!
Bobby got out of the car and sat on the hood, craning his neck
and staring into the darkness. He listened for any sign of movement
in the bushes but heard nothing except the incessant chirping of
crickets. Then a twig cracked.
"M...Mom?", whispered Bobby into the darkness.
No reply.
The hair on the back of the boy's neck began to rise as he held
his breath, listening for further sounds. Nothing. He was about to
turn when he felt a pair of hands cover his eyes from behind.
"Guess who, baby?", said a voice in his right ear. Bobby whirled
around sharply.
"Jesus Christ, Mom! You scared the shit out of me!", gasped
Bobby, staring at his mother with wide eyes.
"Sorry, honey!", laughed Cathy, kissing her son on the lips. "I
couldn't resist it!" She threw her arms around him and gave him a
big hug.
Bobby hugged her back, immediately conscious of the fullness of
his mother's large tits against his chest. His hands circled her
waist. It was narrower than he remembered, and the warm flesh under
her thin prison smock felt soft yet firm. Even though she was his
mother, the boy's prick lurched in his pants. He tried to keep her
from noticing his hardening cock.
"Hey, you've lost weight, Mom!", blurted Bobby, holding his
mother away from him. He was afraid that she would feel his cock
against her. He had certainly been aware that it was pressing
against her leg.
"And you've grown since I saw you last, baby. Jesus, you're
almost as tall as I am!"
They both ducked as another car drove past, its lights flashing
over them.
"We'd better get moving, Mom. It don't think it's real safe
around here."
"Yeah, you're right! Did you bring me a change of clothes, Honey?"
"Sure! They're in the bag on the back seat."
"Okay, Bobby, you drive. I wanna change out of these damn rags."
"Where we goin', Mom?"
"I don't know, son," replied Cathy. "Just drive north. We're
gonna have to play it by ear for a while."
Part 2.
They got in and Bobby nosed the car out onto the road, speeding
off in the direction his mother had indicated. He was pleased to be
moving again, the throb of the engine and the rush of air past the
windows somehow made him feel much safer. Beside him, Cathy began to
take off her dirty, torn prison clothes, unashamed by her son's
presence. As she stripped, Bobby kept taking sideways glances at her,
unable to stop staring as his mother hurriedly pulled off her
clothes. The baggy prison smock had concealed her stunning figure
very well, and the boy's heart began to beat faster as more and more
of her naked flesh was exposed to his excited eyes.
Somehow, his mother looked a lot younger than her thirty-six
years. Bobby seemed to remember her as being kind of plain and
slightly plump. But that was a long time ago, and this woman sitting
beside him, stripping her clothes off, was nothing at all like
that... she was slim, trim and utterly sexy! Despite the fact that
she was his mother, Bobby's cock began to swell in his pants.
Cathy finished changing and sat half facing her son, conscious of
the strong effect she was having on him. She smiled, noticing the
huge bulge in the boy's jeans. It fascinated her that she could turn
him on so easily, her own son! The look of lust on his handsome young
features was unmistakable. Cathy took a long, deep breath. It had
been quite a while since she'd seen that look on a man's face, and
although the boy was only fifteen, one glance told her that Bobby was
physically already a man. Handsome and strong like his father, she
thought with a wry smile. God, how she missed Doug! It had taken her
a long time to get over his death, but now it consoled her to know
that she still had Bobby, the spitting image of her dead husband.
Doug had been fantastic in bed, a real stud, able to pleasure her all
night when she wanted him to... and she did... often. Of all the
things Cathy missed in their relationship, she missed sex the most.
Her pussy began to moisten as her eyes settled on her son's bulging
crotch. Judging by the size of the lump in the front of his jeans,
young Bobby was just as virile as his father.
Cathy supressed a feeling of guilt. After what she'd experienced
in prison, the fact that Bobby was her own son didn't bother her a
bit. In prison, you soon learned to get your kicks however and
whenever the opportunity arose. Cathy Mitchell had been no different.
At first, she found the shameless sexual advances of the other female
prisoners repulsive. Some of them were quite pretty, and at first,
Cathy rejected them. She resorted instead to frequent masturbation,
bringing herself off as soon as she was alone.
But eventually, even that became less and less stimulating. Cathy
had always been rather highly sexed, and it was only a matter of
time, before she was willingly initiated into the lurid world of
lesbian sex. And for a time Cathy had enjoyed it, giving and
receiving illicit pleasure at every opportunity. But in the end, it
hadn't been enough, and even that failed to satisfy her. Cathy was
one of those women who needed penetration, preferably deep
penetration. A cock ramming in and out of her cunt was what she
needed.
Cathy looked at her son sitting so close beside her and shivered
with excitement. He was still stealing furtive glances at her bare
legs, occasionally rubbing his crotch with his hand. The look in his
young eyes excited her immensely. He reminded her of what it felt
like to be a real woman once more... to excite a man with her naked
body...to feel his hands caress her breasts, squeezing and pinching
her erect nipples while his long, hard prick filled her sex
completely... his narrow hips thrusting powerfully... pounding her
juicy, quivering cunt into a mass of creamy froth as he fucked her
from orgasm to delicious orgasm.
Cathy opened her legs a fraction as the heat between her damp
thighs became intense. Bobby noticed the movement and nearly ran off
the road trying to look up his mother's dress. He had an overwhelming
urge to reach out and touch her, but instead rearranged his hardening
cock to a more comfortable position.
"I'm gonna try and take a quick nap, honey,", said Cathy, trying
to suppress a giggle at her son's obvious embarrassment.
She didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, Bobby's arousal had
excited her greatly and Cathy wanted to see how far she could take
it. She lay back and pretended to close her eyes. As she settled
down, Cathy pulled up her dress and allowed her knees to fall apart,
making sure her son had a good view up between her legs. Bobby darted
a glance at his mother. Her dress was halfway up her thighs, and
Bobby could see the inviting mound of his mother's cunt pressing
firmly against the tightly-stretched fabric of her panties.
The boy moaned low in his throat, and reached for his cock. A
quick look at his mother's face told Bobby that her eyes were closed,
so he stared brazenly at her exposed crotch. The sight made his cock
jerk and twitch unbearably. Once more, he fought off the urge to
reach over and touch her. Instead he unzipped his fly and slipped a
hand inside to squeeze his hard prick.
Part 3.
Cathy observed her son through slitted eyes, being careful not to
let him know she was watching him. She felt an itching wetness in her
pussy as Bobby fondled his cock. It had been years since she had last
seen her son naked. Bobby would have been only about ten or eleven at
the time, and she remembered that his cock had been cute and boyishly
small. She wondered what it looked like now, all hard and stiff,
swollen with blood and desire... desire for her, his own mother.
Cathy watched as the boy's free hand moved back and forth inside
his pants. It was obvious he was masturbating. She had never thought
of Bobby jacking off, and it excited her. Her son was a male
animal... he had a prick, and it would get hard... and if he pulled
on it long enough it would spurt out a hot stream of nice milky jism.
Cathy pictured it in her mind and tried to imagine what it would
taste like.... God, her throat was dry.
Cathy felt the urge to put a hand on her cunt and rub her
itching clit. Since discovering the joys of female-female sex in
prison, she didn't masturbate much anymore, only when she felt the
need strongly, only when she was unusually stimulated, and her son
was stimulating her unusually. She wished she could fondle herself
while she watched him masturbate. Her need for a deep, satisfying
orgasm was strong. Only the faint feelings of guilt she still felt,
prevented her from going any further.
She almost gasped aloud when Bobby pulled his cock out of his
pants. It was hard as a rock and Cathy's cunt twitched involuntarily
at the very sight of it. His gaze flicked back and forth from the
road to his "sleeping" mother, still unaware that she was watching
him, his eyes darting first to her crotch and then to her tits, and
back again. All the while his fist jerked up and down on his stiff
young prick.
Cathy watched, fascinated by the size and youthful vigour of her
son's cock, trembling as she imagined it pushing between her legs,
the swollen, purple head sliding smoothly up into her cunt, his hands
around her tits. "Ohhhh, God, yessss!", Cathy whispered under her
breath. The thought of sex with her own son was extremely arousing.
She was just about to throw caution to the wind and reach for Bobby's
gorgeous prick when the boy suddenly stuffed it back into his pants.
Cathy sat up in alarm when he cursed loudly.
"What's wrong, honey?", she asked, surprised.
Bobby didn't answer for a few seconds. He was staring into the
rearview mirror, a look of concern on his handsome features.
"Cops, I think!", he breathed. "Closing on us in a fuckin' hurry,
too!"
Cathy looked back and saw a set of red and blue flashing lights
approaching, fast. She touched her son's shoulder to calm him down.
"Don't panic, baby. It's probably nothing. Just slow down and
stay cool, okay."
"Okay, Mom."
Both of them held their breaths as the police car approached
rapidly. It soon overtook them and sped past, siren wailing off into
the distance. Cathy breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her son.
"Thank Christ!" she gasped.
"You can fuckin' say that again," Bobby murmured in reply.
Cathy cast a quick glance at his crotch. The formidable bulge was
gone, and Cathy felt strangely disappointed. Like a child who is
promised a lollipop only to have it snatched out from under her very
nose.
"We've got to get off the highway, Mom. It's gonna be crawling
with cops all night," said Bobby looking for somewhere to pull off
the road. Cathy agreed with him, she was dying for a shower.
Bobby pulled into the next motel they came to and parked as far
away from the office as he could.
"You go in and register alone, hon", said Cathy, keeping low in
the seat. "The cops will be looking for a woman, not a single guy.
I'll sneak in when you open the door."
"I'm real good at sneaking girls into my room, Mom!", grinned
Bobby.
"I just bet you are!", replied his mother, hoping the sudden pang
of jealousy she felt didn't show. "Here, take this bag to make it
look convincing."
Part 4.
Bobby got out of the car and Cathy watched him go, her eyes on
her son's tight, jean-clad butt as he walked towards the office.
Bobby was back in under five minutes, a door key in his hand.
"How'd it go?", asked his mother.
"Fine! No sweat at all, Mom! I told the old guy at the desk I'd be
staying a week so he gave me a room with airconditioning at no extra
cost!"
"Shit, what did you do that for, Bobby?", asked Cathy. "We aren't
staying that long!"
Bobby only smiled.
"Don't worry, Mom! We only have to pay a deposit, and the balance
in the morning. I was thinking we could kind of leave and, you know,
forget to pay the rest. It works out five dollars cheaper."
Cathy ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek.
"My son the businessman," she chuckled. "Like father like son,
eh?" Bobby put his arm around his mother and they headed for their
room, his hand snugged against the underside of one breast. Cathy
leaned against him enjoying the contact. Anyone watching would have
taken the pair for lovers rather than mother and son.
Once inside, Bobby looked around. "Mmmmmmm, hey, this isn't half
bad, Mom!" His mother agreed, and she liked it more and more when
she discovered the comfortably large double bed.
"Gosh, Mom, there's only one bed," said Bobby with a faint smile
on his face. Cathy looked at her young son with a mischievous twinkle
in her eye.
"Looks like there's plenty of room to me", she grinned. "You don't
mind sleeping with your dear old mother, do you, son?"
"No, Mom. I don't mind at all.", replied Bobby, unable to
suppress the hint of expectation that crept into his voice.
Cathy headed for the bathroom, a broad smile on her lovely
features. "I'm going to freshen up, honey. I've been dying for a hot
shower all day."
"Okay, Mom!"
Bobby looked around the room, and spotted the mini-bar. It was
well stocked with liquor, and so was the small refrigerator."Mmmmm,
after tonight, I think I deserve a couple of brews", he muttered to
himself. Taking one out, Bobby twisted off the cap, downing almost
half the bottle in one gulp. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned
on the TV. The coloured images flickered before his eyes but Bobby's
mind was elsewhere. He was still thinking about his mother and how
hot she had looked in the car, with her legs apart and her dress
almost up around her waist. His cock began to stiffen again at the
very thought. He glanced toward the bathroom door and heard the
sounds of running water. Even though it was his own mother in there
taking a shower, Bobby couldn't stop thinking about how fantastic she
must look, completely nude, the water from the shower making her
tanned flesh glisten as it cascaded down over her gorgeous body,
splashing over her tits and running down between her naked thighs.
Bobby moaned low in his throat at the deliciously sexy image.
Tossing back his head, he finished off the rest of the bottle in one
gulp. He went to the fridge and grabbed another. Despite the beer
he'd just finished, his mouth seemed incredibly dry. Bobby sipped the
second beer more slowly, all the while darting glances at the closed
bathroom door. There was a look of frustration on his young face.
Although he was only fifteen, Bobby had always had a way with members
of the opposite sex. He had fucked plenty of girls his own age,
several older women too. With his youthful good looks and charm, it
had been easy, but this was different. 'Shit! How do you put the make
on your own mother?', he thought. He was still pondering the
question when he heard his mother call out from the bathroom.
"Bobby! Can you come in here for a second, sweetheart. I need some
help!"
Bobby's face dissolved into a devilish grin. He couldn't believe
his luck. "Yesss! There must be a God after all," he muttered.
Polishing off the rest of his beer, Bobby headed eagerly for the
bathroom and opened the door. He tried to appear calm, but when he
saw his mother, he almost gasped out loud. Cathy was standing in
front of the mirror, trying to fasten the catch on her necklace. She
was wearing only a short robe, but she hadn't even bothered to pull
it closed. Bobby could see half of each tit and all of his mother's
fur-covered mound.
Part 5.
"Help me with this darn thing will you, baby. I can't get seem to
get the catch to stay closed." Bobby just gazed at her. "Stupid, damn
thing!", muttered his mother. "I don't know why I bother taking it
off sometimes. Do it up for me will you please, sweetheart?"
As if in a dream, Bobby stepped up behind his mother and took the
clasp from her fingers. He noticed that his own fingers were shaking,
an hoped that she wouldn't notice. He glanced over her shoulder into
the mirror and froze, staring down at his mother's pussy. It was
clearly exposed. The light blonde hairs covering her mound doing
little to hide the pink, glistening slit that nestled at the base of
her creamy thighs. It looked puffy and wet and, as Bobby guessed
correctly... ready for cock!
Cathy had enjoyed her shower immensely. The sharp, hot needles of
water had at first relaxed her, but then her thoughts drifted to
Bobby, and how she had turned him on in the car tonight. So much so,
that he'd jacked off! The more she though about how big and hard his
young cock had been, the more excited Cathy got. The warm spray
against her body had begun to stimulate her, and soon, the horny
feelings in her cunt became so unbearable that Cathy was forced to
do as she had done for so many years now... she dropped a hand
between her long, slender legs and masturbated vigourously.
She had come quickly, but as always the hunger remained. She knew
what she needed... the only thing that could ever satisfy her
completely... a long, thick, hard cock stuffed up her cunt! And as
she had stepped out of the shower, Cathy knew how she could get one
too, if she played her cards right.
Now it was happening! Bobby was obviously excited. She could feel
her son's prick pressing against her ass, and it was hard... real
hard. Cathy wanted to reach around a take it in her hand, but she
suppressed the urge, it wasn't the right moment yet. Instead she
pressed back against him, pretending to become impatient with him.
Cathy felt her son's stiff cock press delightfully into the crack
of her ass. Watching him in the mirror, she pretended to hum a tune
and began to rotate her ass against him in tiny circles, as if she
were doing a slow dance. All the time rubbing her backside slowly
against the boy's prominent bulge. Bobby couldn't keep his mind on
the job anymore. He was having difficulty concentrating on anything
now, except how nice his mother's firm butt felt against his
straining cock.
"What's wrong, honey?... Having trouble?", breathed his mother.
"Ahhh... No...Ehhh, I mean yes, I am!", stammered Bobby.
"It's hard when you keep moving around like that, Mom!"
"Mmmmmmm, it sure is, baby!", Cathy whispered, pressing back
against him.
Bobby suddenly realized that his mother was doing it on purpose.
He pressed his cock against her even harder and began to stroke her
bare shoulders with his fingers. The necklace fell to the floor,
completely forgotten.
"Do you like that, Mom?", asked Bobby, looking at her in the
mirror.
"Yessss! Ooooh yes, baby! I love it!", gasped Cathy, leaning back
against him.
Bobby saw the hot gleam in his mother's eyes and read it for what
it was. He'd seen that hungry look before... on the faces of all the
girls and women he'd ever fucked, and it excited him beyond belief to
see it now on the face of his own sexy mother!
Emboldened by her shameless lust, Bobby slid his hands inside his
mother's robe and cupped her tits with both hands. Cathy arched back
against him and made a low, animal sound deep in her throat, her eyes
going instantly moist with desire. She threw all pretense to the wind
now, and began to writhe her ass back against her son's bulging
crotch in the most suggestive manner, at the same time delighting in
the touch of his hot hands on her aching tit-flesh.
Cathy stared at her son in the mirror. The look on his handsome,
young face made her neglected pussy twitch. She closed her thighs
tightly, and a ripple of tingling hunger burned through her cunt.
Bobby massaged his mother's nipples to erection, pinching and
squeezing the hard, pink, little buttons until she began to groan
loudly with pleasure.
Part 6.
"Lower, honey!", Cathy gasped. "Move your hands lower! Touch
momma's cunt!"
Bobby left one hand on his mother's tits, sliding the other down
over the curve of her belly, and into the moist, inviting cleft
between her legs. Cathy gasped when she felt the exquisite pressure
of her son's fingers on her cunt. He rubbed her expertly, the outside
fingers massaging the lips of pussy while his middle finger dipped
inside to explore the soft, slippery depths of her hot cunthole.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Bobby! You gorgeous child! Fuck momma's cunt with
your finger, baby! Oh, God! Fuck yesssssss! Deeper! Stick it in
deep, lover!"
"I will, Mom!", groaned Bobby, thrusting his finger in as far as
possible into his mother's juicy, gaping slit.
"I'll fuck you all right!...... Jesus Christ, you're wet!...
Ummmmmm, yeahhhh! So fuckin' hot and wet!"
"Oooooh! It's you, sweetheart!", gasped Cathy. "Just thinking
about your cock has made me all hot and gooey!.... God, baby, I need
it real bad!"
Cathy reached round behind her and groped for the bulge in her
son's crotch. She squeezed his prick through the material of his
pants, marvelling at the hugeness of it. It jerked and twitched under
her palm as if it had a life of its own. Locating her son's zipper
Cathy jerked it down and slid her hand inside. Bobby gasped as he
felt his mother's cool fingers grasp his prick. It was hard as steel,
and Cathy found to her surprise and delight that her fingers didn't
quite meet around its huge circumference.
"God Almighty! Jesus, you're hung like a fuckin' horse!", gasped
Cathy, jerking on her son's huge, erect shaft. "Ohhhh, baby, I'm so
hot!.... I want it in me! I want you to fuck me with it!... Do you
want to, Bobby?... Do you want to fuck your mother?"
"Oh God, Mom, yes!", he groaned.
With a cry, Cathy let go of her son's cock and removed his hand
from her cunt. She spun around and threw her arms around his neck.
Her full, red lips opening over his in a firey, open-mouthed kiss
which Bobby returned with equal passion. His mother's naked body was
pressed full-length against his own, and Bobby was aware of every
wonderful inch of it. Her soft tits were crushed between them, the
hard, pink nipples drilling into his chest, her tongue darted hotly
in and out of his mouth. And best of all, between her legs, he could
feel his cock rubbing deliciously between the lips of his mother's
hot, drooling cuntslit.
Cathy broke the kiss and grabbed her son by the hand, as she had
when he was a little boy, and pulled him into the next room.
Without a word, she stripped off her robe, and flopped backwards
onto the bed, her legs falling wide apart. She stroked her cunt,
enjoying the look of hunger on his young face.
"Take your clothes off, darling! I want to see you naked too!",
grinned Cathy, staring openly at her son's bulging crotch. Bobby just
stared at her, his eyes on the moist, pouting lips of his mother's
blonde-fringed pussy.
"Oh, Mom! You're so beautiful!", he murmured, pulling off his
clothes. As her son stepped out of his pants, his cock jerked free,
standing out from his crotch, stiff as an iron bar. Cathy gasped at
the sight of it.
"Ooooooh, Jesus! What a gorgeous prick!... You really do have a
big one, don't you, Bobby?"
Without waiting for an answer, Cathy sat up and bent towards him,
her big tits jiggling suprisingly little with the movement. She
grasped her son's prick tightly in both hands, trembling with
excitement as the thick pole of flesh jerked powerfully between her
fingers. She began to stroke it up and down, totally mesmerized by
the length and hardness of the boy's lust-swollen tool. Bobby looked
down at his mother and saw the way she was looking at his cock.
"Wanna suck it first, Mom?", he suggested boldly, a lewd grin
spreading across his handsome young features. He'd had his cock
sucked plenty of times before, but the thought of getting a little
head from his own mother made Bobby's prick literally drip with lust.
He was eager to fuck her, but that could wait. The image of his
mother's hot, wet mouth wrapped tightly around his prick was such a
turn-on. Bobby simply couldn't resist. Cathy smiled up at him and
licked her lips, excited that her son was so sexually experienced.
Part 7.
"Oooooooh, you horny little prick! You'd like that, wouldn't
you?", she said, squeezing the boy's balls. "You'd like momma to put
her lips around your lovely hard cock and suck you off, wouldn't
you?"
"Ummmmmm!", Bobby moaned, reaching for his mother's head. "Ohh,
fuck yes! Do it, Mom! Eat my cock! Suck the hot come right out of
my fuckin' balls!"
"Ohhhhh, Godddd!" she gasped, staring at the intense look of
desire on her son's face.
With a cry, Cathy opened her lips wide and wrapped them lustfully
around the meaty thickness of his young prick, sucking it into her
mouth as far as she could. Her left hand fondled the hairy orbs of
the boy's bloated balls, and as she continued to suck him harder and
harder, Cathy began to move her other hand quickly along the base,
stroking and masturbating her son feverishly. Then with a little
whimper she quickly moved her head back and forth sliding her lips
further and further over his cock until almost every inch of it was
bathed in the constricting wetness of her throat.
As his mother intensified the rhythm of her sucking, Bobby's eyes
widened. This was incredible, better than anything he'd ever felt
before. "Jesus!", he muttered. Cathy looked up and saw the pleasure
on her son's face, her over-heated cunt drooling like mad between
her legs. She loved the feel and taste of his cock, so young and
fresh and stiff! Cathy drew back until just the large, sensitive
head was in her mouth and sucked hard.
"Aaarghhhhhh! Oh, yeah! That's nice, Mom! Ungghhhhh! Yeah, suck it
hard!" Bobby began pumping his ass frantically, his legs jerking with
the effort as he tried to ram his cock deeper into his mother's hot,
sucking mouth.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!", Cathy moaned, her mouth tightly stretched by his
hard, pulsating prong. "Mmmmmmmmmm! Ummmmmm! Ummmmmm! Ummmmmmmmmmmm!"
She was using everything she had now... hands... mouth... and
lips in an attempt to give her son the best damn mouth job he'd ever
had. And it was working....
"Oh, Mom! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!.... Christ, that feels
sooooo fuckin' good!... Suck me, Mom!... Yeahhhhhh, lick my balls
too!... Ohhhhhhhh, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!"
Cathy sensed that her son was close to orgasm, but she didn't
mind. She knew what young boys were like. If she could take the edge
off for him with her mouth, Bobby's next erection would last a long,
long time. Cathy bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, sucking
and slurping and squeezing his balls, trying desperately to get her
son to blow off in her mouth. His prick slid hotly between her lips,
rubbing on her tongue and the roof of her mouth as he fucked her
face. It wasn't long before the tight, wet friction of his mother's
lips became too much for young Bobby.
"OOOOOH, SHIT, MOM!", he yelled. "JESUS! SUCK! SUUUUUUUCK!
ARGHHH, HERE IT COMES, BABY!"
Cathy felt her son's sperm surge up the length of his cock, his
whole body quivering with the effort, then it splashed thickly
against her tonsils, squirting in giant waves down her throat. She
swallowed greedily, sucking harder for more of the precious fluid
that was now trickling from Bobby's throbbing pecker onto her tongue.
"Ummmmmm!", moaned Bobby, tremors of delight making his young body
shake. Cathy sucked the last drop of juice from the end of her son's
cock and licked the shaft over quickly, then, looking up, she smiled
at him seductively.
"Nice one, baby?"
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm Mom! You have no idea!"
"Oh, I think I might," grinned Cathy, flopping backwards onto the
bed.
She gazed up at her son's glistening prick which, despite
unloading a formidable quantity of jism into her eager mouth, seemed
to have lost none of it's former glory. Bobby was staring at his
mother's cunt.
"You look so hot, Mom!", he said fisting his cock. "... so hot and
wet!"
Cathy dipped a finger into her slippery gash and rubbed it back
and forth with exaggerated slowness.
"I am, honey," she whispered, her eyes taking on a wanton gleam.
"Momma's all hot and wet for her big handsome baby!"
Part 8.
Bobby's face parted in a wide, lustful grin.
"Bet I can make you even hotter and wetter, Mom!", he promised.
Cathy's cunt twitched with animal heat. She wanted her son's cock
badly.
"Ooooh! Hurry, baby! I can't wait any longer", she groaned,
spreading her long tapering legs as wide as she could. With a moan,
Bobby joined her on the bed, crawling between his mother's thighs
until his cock hung directly over her sweetly gaping snatch.
He kissed her tits and then her lips, which parted eagerly to
admit his probing tongue. They clung to each other, kissing with
growing passion. Cathy felt her son's cocktip press against the
groove of her slit, and automatically raised her hips up at him, her
ass bunching. She shoved her right hand down onto his ass, pulling
him as tightly as she could against her feverish body. Her other
hand wrapped around his neck.
"Ohh, Bobby! I love your body, baby", she husked. "It feels so
strong and smooth against me. You don't know how long I've waited for
this, darling!"
She slid her tongue into her son's mouth, making Bobby pant
hotly. She licked inside his mouth, purring and gasping as she
happily rubbed herself against him, her flooded slit soaking the head
of his cock with a plentiful supply of oily, cuntal lubricant.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Jesus! Bobby! My darling, boy!", gasped Cathy. "What
has Momma been missing out on all this time?"
"What have we both been missing out on, Mom?"
Bobby grabbed his cock and attempted to place the bloated tip
between his his mother's cuntlips, but Cathy shook her head.
"No, honey! Let me!", she moaned.
Taking her son's huge prick in both hands, Cathy lifted her hips,
positioning the boy's large, flared cockhead into the entrance of her
cunt. She gazed down between her legs and stared at her son's cock,
her heart skipping a beat the very size of it. It felt like a
baseball bat in her fingers... the head swollen... the long,
purple-veined shaft thick as her arm, and hard as steel.
"Jesus, Bobby!", gulped Cathy staring in awe. "My poor cunt hasn't
seen a cock that big in years," gulped Cathy. "I hope I can take all
that!"
"So do I, Mom!", said Bobby, gasping as his mother's hot, slippery
outer lips closed around the head of his cock. It was too much for
the young boy, and whether or not his mother's cunt could take his
prick, Bobby was past caring. All he wanted to do right now was
plunge further into the tight, wet heat that enveloped the tip of his
cock.
"Here it comes, Mom! Ready or not!", grunted Bobby, getting ready
to slam it to her good. Cathy looked down at the boy's massive cock
in alarm.
"Bobby, No! You'll hurt me!", she squealed. "Let me get used to it
a bit first!"
The boy ignored his mother's cry, pushing her hands away from his
cock. Cathy tried to protest, but her voice wouldn't work. She felt
his body tense, and then, before she could move or say another word,
her son rammed his mammoth cock straight into her cunt.
"Bobbbbbbyyyyy!", she screamed, feeling his prick penetrate the
tight wetness of her pussy in a single thrust.
Although Cathy felt pain, it wasn't half as bad as she'd been
expecting, and even as she screamed her son's name, her hips jerked
upward, sliding onto the length of his mighty prick before she could
stop herself. Cathy's eyes bulged as she felt him slide deep into her
cunt, the walls of her vagina flexing as Bobby's thick young cock
stretched them, almost to the limit.
Part 9.
"Oh, God! Fuck! Oh, Bobby, that feels good, honey. Your cock feels
so fucking good! Oooooh! Is all of it inside me baby?", asked Cathy,
her whole body trembling.
"Unnnnngghhh! Y...Yeah! Oooff! I think so, Mom!", grunted her
son.
"Good!... Then fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me hard and make me come!",
screamed Cathy, grabbing the cheeks of her son's ass with both hands.
"Ohhhh, Jesus, yes Mom! I'll fuck you alright!", panted Bobby
clutching his mother's hips. "I'm gonna fuck your hot snatch real
good!"
"Do it, baby! Do it now!", hissed Cathy, unable to keep still any
longer. Bobby began to fuck his mother vigorously. He stabbed his
cock in and out of her cunt with long, powerful strokes that soon had
Cathy squirming and squealing beneath him as she writhed in ecstasy.
Cathy clawed at the bedspread, her head twisting from side to side as
she began to whimper and gurgle. Her hips moved in time with her
son's prick, grinding even as her ass lunged up and down to meet his
every stroke.
"Ohhh, yes! Fuck me! Jesus, Bobby fuck me harder! God, I love
your cock!"
At her words, she felt the boy's cock plunge in deeper, slamming
against the entrance of her quivering womb, the very place his own
life had started fifteen years ago. The significance of their
incestuous act was not lost on Cathy. She knew what she was doing,
and she knew the implications. But instead of feeling shame or guilt,
she felt only extreme sexual pleasure, unbelievably heightened by the
excitement of knowing that the long, hard cock fucking her so
deliciously, belonged to her own sweet son. If only she'd only known
how utterly fantastic it was, she'd have started fucking him as soon
as he was capable of getting a hard-on.
Cathy threw up her slender arms and wrapped them around Bobby's
neck, trying forcibly to pull his young body into hers. Her back
arched in mindless ecstasy, her blonde hair flew, and her slender
hips bucked up off the bed, sending her squirming cunt up at just
the right angle to receive her son's pounding thrusts. The base of
his cock mashed her clit, causing her to moan and cry out with
intense pleasure.
"Fuck me!... Fuck me hard, you horny prick!", Cathy urged
wantonly.
Her nostrils flared with agonizing desire, and she began to grind
her hips into the mattress in a shameless frenzy of lust, furiously
thrusting her cunt up onto the shaft of her son's cock in the
convulsive rhythms of fucking.
"Jesus!", Bobby grunted loudly. He still hung onto her undulating
hips, trying to keep his mother's wild gyrations under control. Bobby
couldn't believe the incredible suction of her snug little slot
around his pounding cock.
"Ahhhhh! God! Shit, you're tight, Mom!", he grunted, grimacing
with the delicious effort involved in ramming his prick into his
mother's clasping fuckhole. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, tight and wet... and so
fuckin' hot!"
Bobby began to revolve his hips in a circular motion, grinding
Cathy's clit against the base of his cock as he thrust in. He knew
the girls he usually fucked loved it. His mother went wild!
"UHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH! FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU D.. DO... ARRRRGGGGHHHH!
BOBBY!"
Cathy was whimpering loudly. She had never felt so much pleasure.
She threw up her long tapering legs and locked her heels tightly in
the middle of Bobby's back. Then she began to thrust up her buttocks
much harder, moaning as she felt her son's cock slam solidly into her
tightly-stretched cunthole.
"Oh, Bobby! That feels so good! Harder, darling, harder! Uhhhhh!
Uhhhhhh! Slam it to me, baby!... Mmmmmmmmmm, fuck momma really hard!
Ohhhhh my God, yesssss!"
Part 10.
"Unnnnghhhh!", Bobby grunted. His face contorted into a mask of
obscene pleasure. The tight, sucking warmth of his mother's cunt
seemed to be sucking the very cum out of his dick. Several times he
pulled his hips way back, withdrawing until only the fat, bulbous tip
of his cock remained. Then, he'd suddenly slam it back inside his
mother's upthrust snatch until every inch of his meaty thickness was
buried once more in her hot, forbidden sheath, impaling her cunt
almost brutally, with a single, convulsive thrust.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! M... My G... G...God!", squealed Cathy. Every
contour of her son's cock sent electric thrills up and down her spine
as his hard, pistoning shaft scraped deliciously against the walls
of her tightly-stretched cunt.
"Jesus, baby, where did you learn to fuck like this?", she moaned
into his mouth. Bobby just grinned at her, delighted by the contorted
look of pleasure on his mother's pretty face.
"You like me fucking you, don't you, Mom?", he asked, thrusting
into her harder, for emphasis.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yesss! You have such a big cock, baby!", hissed
Cathy, locking her thighs more tightly around Bobby's waist.
"Uhhhhhhh, and you use it so well!!!"
Her son was fucking her like a young bull... hard and strong and
deep, and still Cathy couldn't get enough of him. She loved it! She
loved every depraved second of it. Every squeeze of his fingers...
every incestuous jab of his cock... every wicked sensation brought
Cathy closer to the brink of ecstasy. She continued thrusting her
pussy up at her energetic son with jerky, convulsive movements,
milking his hard, young cock for all she was worth.
Bobby was in seventh heaven, and the more his mother whimpered and
squirmed beneath him, the harder he began to hammer his cock into her
eager, responsive twat. He wondered vaguely how long he could keep
this up. Her hot slit was sucking at his prick, massaging it in its
tight grip. His balls grew heavy as they smacked into the crook of
her thighs again and again. With every motion of the boy's hips,
Cathy could feel her son's blood-engorged stiffness driving into her
cunt, chafing lusciously against the engorged bud of her clit,
pushing her irrevocably towards the carnal fulfillment she so
desperately craved.
"Ohhh, Bobby! Yes, baby! Fuck momma's cunt! Make me come! Oh,
God!... Jesus, I'm so damn close! Ungghhh, make me come you gorgeous
fuckin' prick!"
"Better make it fast, 'cause I'm gonna blow any second. Can I come
inside you, Mom?"
"Yes, yes!", gurgled Cathy. "Come in me, baby! Ohhhh, faster,
Bobby, faster! We can make it together!... Fuck!... Fuck! Ohhhh,
Fuuuuuuuucckkk!"
Bobby's cock slammed into his mother's cunt with jackhammer force,
rocking her whole body with rapid, powerful thrusts. Her hot,
responsive cunt was tight and clinging, and the obscenities bubbling
from her beautiful mouth only served to excite the boy even further.
Cathy arched her back, raising her slender hips up to meet her son's
every blow. Each successive lunge seemed to penetrate her deeper,
filling her tortured cunt with a sensation too wonderful to believe.
Sensations that even her late husband had never been able to arouse
in her. She had her arms tightly around him, her crotch grinding
frantically up against his pounding cock, swallowing its entire
length with voracious delight.
"Ahhhhh, you lovely big stud! Jesus, you fuck better than your
father!" Bobby smiled and pumped harder, proud that his man-sized
prick was giving his mother so much pleasure.
Cathy's cunt was on fire, rippling around her son's pounding cock
as he grunted and groaned above her. Suddenly, she felt a familiar
heat spread outward from her crotch, enveloping her tits and ass in a
white hot inferno of release. Her clit had expanded into a very
tight, very hard knot, and she was quickly approaching orgasm.
"UNNGGGHHHHHHH, I'M COMING, BOBBY!... CHRIST, BABY, I'M GONNA
COME!... OOOOOOOOH, FUCK IT TO ME, LOVER! AHHHHHHHHGGGHHH, OHH GOD,
I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING!"
As Cathy screamed, her whole body stiffened. She shuddered
wildly, her vagina quivering around her son's deeply imbedded cock in
wild, convulsive spasms. It was all Bobby needed to send him over the
edge too.
"MOM! OH, FUCK! I'M COMING TOO! ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH! JESUS!", he
yelled, lifted his head to the ceiling. Bobby's eyes squeezed shut
and his mouth fell open as his prick gushed hot sperm into his
mother's tightly-spasming cunt.
Part 11.
Mother and son went at each other like a pair of rutting animals,
their sweaty, naked bodies jerking in a wanton frenzy of consumate
fuck-lust. As Bobby's hot seed splattered against her womb, Cathy
lifted her ass high off the bed, and, with a cry of wanton abandon,
ground her cunt up against his cock, eager to receive her son's
thick, incestuous load.
"COME IN ME, BABY!!", she screamed. "UUUUUUUHHH, COME IN MOMMA'S
CUNT!"
The hot jets of sperm made Cathy's orgasm intensify, and she
pulled him against her, wanting her son's cock as deep as possible
inside her while he came. Her cunt rippled in wet waves around his
spurting prick as she climaxed with him, her asshole puckering, her
clit throbbing.
"AHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHHH! UHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", yelled Bobby,
emptying his balls inside his mother's cunt. The walls of her snatch
seemed to be milking his cock, drawing the jism out him with rapid,
squeezing contractions.
As the last of his cum shot into his mother's cunt, Bobby
collapsed on top of her, his cock still deeply imbedded in her
quivering mound. Cathy lay panting and shaking under him, her eyes
tightly closed as ecstatic thrills danced up and down her spine.
After a few minutes, Bobby rolled off and lay beside her, his cock
pulling free from her well-fucked pussy with a juicy, suctioning
sound.
"How was that for a fuck, Mom?", he grinned.
Cathy just smiled and pressed her open lips against his,
slithering her tongue inside her son's mouth. She held the passionate
kiss for a few long seconds before answering his question.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Fantastic, baby!", Cathy replied, stroking his
cheek. "I never knew what a well-hung stud you were! Jesus, Bobby, we
should have done this a long time ago!"
"I wish we had," he sighed, caressing her tits. A sexy smile
crossed his face. "But since we have, Mom, why don't we make up for
lost time!"
"You mean you want to fuck me again?... So soon?", gasped Cathy
increduluously.
Bobby only grinned at his mother and nodded. One look at the the
boy's cock told her that he was up to it too. His energetic young
prick had recovered quickly, and as Cathy's fingers encircled it, the
thick column of muscle throbbed powerfully in her hand, a testimony
to her son's youthful virility.
"Oooooooooh, baby!", squealed Cathy, feeling Bobby's hard length
twitch under her fingers. "You really do want to fuck momma again,
don't you, darling?"
Bobby squeezed his mother's tits. They were round and firm, large
enough to fill his hands, the nipples very hard and puckered with
desire. The boy's eyes were on his mother's wetly gaping pussy, and
more than once, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
Cathy clutched Bobby's cock as he looked at her, feeling her tits.
Her breathing deepened with anticipation. After the unbelievable sex
they had just shared, Cathy was more than willing to do anything her
young son desired, no matter how wicked, how wild, how unusual.
"Do things to me, darling," she whispered, her eyes glowing. "Do
dirty, delicious, depraved things to your mother, Bobby! I want you
to make me do everything, and I mean everything, lover. . . as nasty
as you can make it!"
She squeezed his balls, then closed her fist around the base of
his shaft, and rubbed hard. Bobby reached down between his mother's
thighs, enjoying the little whimper of pleasure that escaped her lips
as he deftly inserted two stiff fingers into her hot, creamy cunt.
"Uhhhhhhhhh, baby, baby, baby!", she crooned, as Bobby began to
fuck his fingers in and out of her hot, slippery hole. Cathy stared
at his rock-hard young prick, the swollen head sticking straight up,
his tiny pisshole glistening.
With a strangled cry, Cathy pushed her face down and began to lick
her half-dried juices off her son's sticky cock, making Bobby gasp.
He ran his hands through his mother's hair, his balls tightening as
her tongue licked around his distended pisshole. Gripping his cock as
hard as she could in her small fist, Cathy looked up at her son with
gleaming eyes, her face flushed.
Part 12.
"Make me, baby!", she breathed throatily. "Oh God, Bobby, make me
do crazy things with you! Wicked things! Nasty things!" Bobby cupped
his mother's face and kissed her tenderly.
"What kind of things, Mom?", he asked, jabbing his fingers deeper
into her wide-spread snatch. Cathy hunched her hips up against his
hand.
"Bobby, please!", she cried. "Fuck mother's cunt, fuck my ass!
Make mother suck your cock! Come in my mouth, sweetheart, and make
momma swallow your cum!"
Cathy was shaking with need now, holding onto Bobby's cock as
tightly as she could. "Ohhhhhhh, lick momma's cunt! I wanna come in
your mouth! Suck your mother's hairy snatch, Bobby, and let me come
all over your pretty face! Ummmmmmm! Oh, Jesus, honey! Make momma do
real nasty things with you!" Cathy's cunt was firey with wetness, her
tits tight.
"Get on your back, Mom!" grunted Bobby. He pulled his fingers from
her cunt and rolled his mother over. "Lie on your back and spread
your legs!"
Cathy did as she was told, feeling the wanton lust mounting once
more inside her. She closed her eyes and opened her legs wide, very
wide, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed. She felt Bobby's
hands on her thighs as he caressed her creamy skin, fondling her,
making her flesh tingle with forbidden excitement.
Cathy's hips jerked involuntarily upwards when her son's
fingertips touched her tender pussy. She opened her eyes, and amid
low moans of pleasure, watched the boy stroke her swollen cuntlips.
He gently pulled them open, and began to rub very lightly along her
wet, pink slit, paying particular attention to her clit. Cathy
groaned softly when she felt Bobby push a finger into her cunt. And
when he wiggled it, she lifted her hips up against his hand.
"You're so wet and hot down there, Mom," Bobby gasped. He began
to fuck his finger in and out of her, watching the way his mother's
hairy cuntlips clung to it. "It's so soft and hot! Ohhhhh, Mom, your
cunt feels so good!" Cathy arched her crotch, pushing it at him. He
was making her hot, but she wanted more... much more!
"Taste it, baby!", she ordered. "Get down and lick momma's pussy!"
Bobby smiled, and dipped his head into his mother's shamelessly
spread crotch. For several tantalizing seconds he licked and kissed
the insides of her thighs, before finally placing his mouth over her
wet, gaping slit. Cathy gasped aloud, her hips bucking in a wild
frenzy as her son's tongue slid into her cunt. She grabbed the back
of his head, holding his mouth steady as his wiggling lingual organ
probed her deepest recesses. Almost instantly, Cathy felt her cunt
spasm, releasing a steady flow of cunt-juice into her son's open
mouth. Bobby lapped it up with glee. He loved the taste of his
mother's snatch, and he was determined to suck her juicy, delicious
cunt until it was squeeky clean, no matter how long it took. When
Bobby began fucking his tongue it in and out, Cathy screamed, humping
her groin up at his face. She lifted her feet, draping her legs over
his shoulders, hugging him with her soft thighs as he licked at her
burning cuntslit and clit.
Bobby was licking his mother's cunt like it had never been licked
before. He sucked on the lips, first one then the other, and when he
closed his mouth around her clit, Cathy began to thrust up and down,
mashing her cunt onto his face. Bobby sucked gently, his tongue
flicking the hard little bud with practiced ease.
"Ohhhhhhh, Baby! How do you do that?", squealed Cathy. "God!!!
Suck it out, lover! Suck, my cunt all fuckin' night!....
Jeeeeeesus!!!!!!"
She held him captive with her hot thighs, her hands on the back
of his head for added pressure, twisting her own head from side to
side in ecstasy as hot, incestuous passion flared through her
tortured body. Cathy looked down at her son, immensely aroused by the
sight of his face buried in her twat, her soft cunt-fur hiding his
nose. Bobby was staring up at her heaving tits as he lapped and
tongued his mother's seeping twat. His hands were under her ass,
cupping the firmly bunched cheeks as she writhed and bucked beneath
his vacuuming mouth.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh! Bobby! Ohhhhhh my God, baby!"
Bobby fucked his tongue deeply into his mother's cunt, and Cathy
strained onto it, her hands grabbing her tits, squeezing them, her
nipples bulging between her fingers. She let out a low shriek when he
began lapping the full length of her cuntslit, his tongue dragging
from her asshole to clit with long, satisfying swipes. His mouth
seemed to be all over her crotch, his tongue everywhere at once.
Cathy churned her ass, thrashing her hips in wanton ecstasy, ramming
her cunt into her son's mouth. She was soaring with rapture, her
son's mouth filling her cunt with sensations that burned her flesh in
a way she had never felt in her life.
Part 13.
"Bobby, your tongue.... your lips! Ohhhhhhh, baby, you're gonna
make me come! Ahhh, stick it in me! Push your tongue real deep up
mother's cunt! Fuck me with your tongue, baby!"
Grabbing his mother's grinding ass, Bobby plunged his tongue as
far up her juicy-wet cuntslit as he could, his mouth spread wide over
the hairy opening.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Bobby! Oh my Goddddddddddd!"
Cathy's ass lurched hard, her cunt grinding against her son's
hotly-sucking mouth. She screamed again, coming in powerful waves of
consuming heat. The contractions increased and her pussy closed
around his stabbing tongue, grabbing at it tightly. Cathy came hard,
holding her son's head between her clamped thighs as tightly as she
could. She began whimpering as her orgasm kept rumbling through her.
Arching her back up off the bed, Cathy thrust her cunt against her
son's face in convulsive little movements, every muscle in her body
becoming taut as a bowstring.
Bobby sucked and licked at his mother's cunt ravenously, slowing
only when he felt her spasms subside. With a deep sigh, Cathy's
thighs fell from his shoulders, and she lay there limp and drained,
sprawling lewdly before her son's eyes. But Bobby wasn't through yet.
Sucking his mother off had excited the boy beyond belief, and now his
rock-hard cock, throbbed painfully between his legs, aching for some
sort of relief. He stood up.
"Turn over!", Bobby ordered, fisting his cock.
Cathy hardly heard him. She was still in a daze, too busy staring
at his oversized prick to understand what he was talking about.
"Turn over, Mom!", he repeated. "Show me some ass!"
After staring at him blankly for a moment, Cathy rolled onto her
stomach. Bobby looked down at her back, at the tightness of her naked
ass and thighs. His cock was straining with hardness. The swell of
his mother's smooth, creamy ass fascinated him.
"Open your legs, Mom," he said, his voice hoarse.
Cathy trembled, slowly parting her thighs, pressing her hot
cuntmound down against the cool sheets as she did so.
"Lift it!" he panted. "Lift your ass in the air!"
Cathy had been in this position before, and she felt a delicious
shiver of anticipation as she drew up her knees, arching her shapely
ass for him.
"Spread your knees!", he groaned.
Cathy pushed her knees outward, exposing her entire crotch to the
hungry, gleaming eyes of her son. She felt so excitingly vunerable,
crouching like this with her knees apart, her naked ass stuck up in
the air like a bitch in heat. Cathy was hot alright, and the cool air
on her tightly-stretched asshole and cunt did little to abate the
heat. Bobby had excited her like no other lover, and although the boy
had already fucked and sucked her to two magnificent orgasms, Cathy
doubted that her son's talented cock would be enough to quench the
volcanic fires of lust raging within her tonight.
Behind her, Bobby gripped his cock and stared at her spread
crotch, fascinated at seeing everything his mother usually kept so
well-concealed in her panties, on full display. Her ass was tight and
satiny, the cheeks open, the little pink rosebud of her asshole
pouting, the slit of her cunt glistening wetly.
"Higher!", groaned Bobby, and his mother raised her ass, bowing
her back, her head and shoulders on the bed, her knees close to the
edge of the mattress. "Mmmmmmm, that's beautiful, Mom! You look so
fucking horny with your ass stuck up in the air like that. Boy, do
you ever look ready for a good fuck!"
Cathy turned her head and looked over her shoulder at her son's
long, thick cock, her eyes glazing with incestuous desire.
"Fuck me then!", she gasped. "Fuck me from behind, baby! Just ram
your prick, up my cunt fast and fuck it!"
"I am gonna fuck you, Mom!", grunted Bobby. "I'm gonna fuck you so
hard you won't be able to sit cross-legged for a week. Hold your ass
up for me! Hold it in your hands. Show me how hot you are for my
cock, Mom! Yeah, that's it, pull your cunt open for my prick, baby!"
Part 14.
Panting with lust, his mother shoved her hands up the backs of her
thighs. She pulled the wet lips of her pussy wide apart for him, and
tried to lift her ass higher. Bobby licked his lips as he watched
her, his cock jerking madly up and down, his balls on fire. He
stepped up and, placing his hands on her asscheeks, fucked his cock
into his mother's hairy, wet snatch with slow pressure.
"Oh, Mom, I can see your cunt take my cock!"
"Uhhhhhhh, baby, yes! Watch mother's cunt swallow your big fat
cock!!!"
Cathy's cunt stretched around Bobby's prick, and she began to
shiver as he slid it in deeper. She let out a soft cry of ecstasy
when she felt his balls brush against her clit. Her cunt twitched
around his cock and she gave her naked ass a wiggle.
"Oh, Jesus!", Bobby gasped, gripping her hips and lunging back and
forth, fucking his mother with long, swift strokes.
Cathy began to whimper and moan, clawing wildly at the sheets as
Bobby fucked her cunt from behind, the lewd slapping noises adding to
her pleasure as her ass rippled from the delicious pounding. She
looked up between her open thighs and watched her son's huge cock
slicing into her cunt. His hairless young balls slammed against her
clit with every thrust, causing Cathy to gyrate wantonly, twisting
and grinding her ass back at him as Bobby fucked her cunt with his
hot, hard prick.
Her tits swelled and her nipples hardened into erect pink little
buds, sending sharp thrills through her body as they rubbed
sensuously against the crisp sheets. Her flesh felt like it was on
fire.
"Ram it to me, Bobby, darling! Ram your fat cock up mother's cunt
hard!"
"Unnngghhh! Oh Jesus, Mom, yeah!... wiggle that ass for me, baby!"
Cathy caught sight of her son in the large bedside mirror, he was
staring down at the junction of their sexual organs, watching his
cock plow into her suctioning cunt. His young eyes blazed with an
intensity that Cathy had never seen before. It was a look of pure
carnal desire, and Cathy suspected that right now, the same
expression of animal lust was reflected on her own face. Bobby caught
his mother's gaze in the mirror and licked his lips, provocatively.
Cathy maintained the sensual eye contact with him, staring into her
son's lust clouded eyes as he fucked her deeply. The lewdness of it
made Cathy shiver and tremble, her excitement increasing by the
second.
The pulsating ridges of Bobby's cock rubbed along the walls of his
mother's clinging sheath, his swollen cockhead sending rippling
waves of cuntflesh before it as he fucked her hard, driving very
deep.
"I bet that feels good, don't it, Mom?", asked her son, giving
her cunt a couple of hard stabs in quick succession. "Tell me how
much you want it, bitch! Come on, tell me how much you like my big
prick shoved up your slimy, wet cunt, you horny fuckin' slut!"
"Ohhh, Bobby! I love it, baby! Jesus, I love every fuckin' inch
of it!"
"Ummmmmm, I bet you do, bitch!", panted Bobby. "And I bet if I had
another nine inches you'd take that too, and scream for more,
wouldn't you, cunt?"
"God! Bobby! Ohh, fuck yes! Ohh, baby!", Cathy squealed into the
mattress, becoming more and more aroused by Bobby's obscene
suggestions.
It excited her immensely to let her son talk to her that way,
cursing her like a common backstreet whore. If it had been, anyone
else Cathy would have felt degraded, dirty, but she knew that Bobby
loved her dearly, and speaking to his own mother like that was as big
a thrill to him as it was to her.
"Squeeze my balls, bitch!", growled Bobby. "Reach under and
squeeze my fuckin' balls while I give your hot snatch the fucking it
deserves, baby!"
Part 15.
Cathy did as she was told, grabbing the boy's swollen testicles
with both hands. She squeezed gently at first, then harder as she
felt his strong, young cock slam faster into her flooded gash. Bobby
reached round between his mother's jerking thighs and fondled her
cunt, feeling his slippery, wet prick sliding between the swollen
lips of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh! Fuck, that's nice! Mmmmmmm, throw that cunt at
me, Mom!"
"Hold, my ass!", Cathy cried out. "Uhhhhhh, Bobby, hold momma's
ass and fuck as deep as you can, baby! Jerk my hot ass back! Pull my
cunt onto your cock, son!"
Bobby grabbed his mother's hips and pulled her roughly towards
him, yanking her backwards onto his glistening prick like he was
fucking a rag doll. Cathy screamed with pleasure, her asshole
puckering as wild, depraved sensations coursed through her body.
"Ahhhhhhggghhhhhh! Screw me, Bobby! Fuck your mother hard!
Uhhhhhhh, you gorgeous prick!"
"You're a fuckin' horny bitch, aren't you Mom?", panted Bobby,
feeling her hot juices cover his fingers. "Your cunt is so damn wet,
it's running down your legs! It's like a fuckin' swamp down there!"
Cathy sobbed and shook her uplifted ass, grinding onto his prick
as her son kept up the glorious fucking. His words increased her
hunger and she gyrated her ass frantically, her clit rubbing against
the shaft of his cock. Bobby watched his mother's exposed asshole,
the crinkled ring of her anus making sucking motions as he fucked her
cunt. He pressed a thumb into the tight, puckered opening, causing
his mother to cry out. Not with pain, but with intense pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yessss, baby! Touch momma's asshole! It's okay,
Bobby! Touch it... do anything you want with it!"
"You like that, don't you, Mom?", grunted Bobby, inserting his
middle finger into Cathy's hot, buttery asshole. "Mmmmmmmm! Christ,
it's tighter than your fuckin' cunt... and hotter too! Move your ass,
bitch! Twist onto my cock while I finger-fuck your horny ass!"
"Ahhhhrrrrggggghhhhh!", screamed Cathy, feeling her son's finger
stab deeply into her rectum. "Jesus, that feels fantastic! Oh, baby!
Ram that finger up my ass and fuck me with it! Fuck momma in both
holes at once!" There was some slight pain, but it was insignificant
compared with the combined pleasure of his plunging cock and finger.
Cathy shook her ass from side to side, panting hotly as Bobby fucked
his finger in and out of her hot asshole, his cock pounding into her
cunt with increased vigour.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Jesus! I wanna fuck your tight ass!", groaned Bobby.
"You are, baby!", Cathy grunted. "Uhhhhh, God, are you ever!"
"Not with my finger, Mom! With my fuckin' cock!", Bobby growled.
Cathy gasped as she pictured her son's huge prick stuffed up her
narrow rear passage. His finger in there felt big enough, but should
Bobby manage to get his prick inside her asshole, she was sure his
oversized prong would split her wide open. Even so, the very thought
of letting her son put his cock up her anus excited her to such a
degree, that Cathy made only a token effort in discouraging him from
the idea.
"No, Bobby! Your cock's too big! You'll hurt me!"
"You'll change your mind once it's in there, Mom, believe me!"
Bobby pulled his cock from her clinging cunt with a quick jerk,
and pressed it against the tiny opening of his mother's tight
asshole. Cathy whimpered as she felt his fat cockhead push past the
muscular ring of her anus and pop inside.
"Careful, baby! Not too hard... real slow and easy at first, okay?"
She held her breath as her son exerted more pressure. Bobby
grasped her asscheeks and pulled them wide apart, watching his
glistening prick sink slowly inward. His eyes burned with excitement
as he felt his mother's asshole squeeze his cock and then expand
around it, gripping the long, thick shaft like a hot, velvet vice.
"Uhhhhhnnnnggggghhh! Shit, that's fuckin' tight!", bellowed
Bobby, his cock buried halfway inside his mother's hot, clinging
asshole.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, God!" whimpered Cathy.
Bobby paused.
"No, don't stop!", she gasped. "It feels good! You're not hurting
me, honey! Push it all the way in, push your cock up mother's hot
ass, lover!"
"I told you you'd change your tune once I had it in you, Mom!",
laughed her son. Bobby smiled inwardly. His mother was just like all
the other women and girls he'd fucked. Once they got his big, fat
prick stuffed up inside them, they just couldn't get enough of him...
in their mouths, in their cunts, even in their assholes... and with
some of them, especially their assholes!
Bobby moved his cock deeper, watching her asshole engulf it. The
heat was intense and, as he'd correctly guessed, his mother's virgin
rear passage was much tighter than her cunt. Cathy gasped and held
her breath as she felt her asshole stretch to accommodate her son's
huge cock. Surprisingly, what little pain there was seemed to enhance
her pleasure, and the more cock he forced into her ass, the better it
began to feel.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm!", she moaned, arching back onto her son's prick.
Cathy could tell when her son fucked in the final inch of his
long, thick shaft. His hairy balls bumped against the open folds of
her pussy, tickling the delicate slot. Grunting, Bobby squeezed his
mother's wiggling asscheeks, allowing his cock to rest inside her for
a moment.
"Unnnnggghh! Fuck! My cock is all the way inside you, Mom!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh God!", groaned Cathy. "Jesus honey, don't I know it!"
"Feel good?", breathed Bobby.
"Oh, God yes!", his mother cried. "Your cock feels so fucking big
up my ass, baby! Oooooooh, it's driving me crazy! Jesus, why
haven't I tried this before!"
"You mean you've never been fucked up the ass before, Mom?",
Bobby asked incredulously. "Not even by Dad?"
"Never! Your father always always thought it was dirty, and as
long as he fucked my cunt the way he did, I never questioned that.
Mmmmmm! But now... I think I've been missing out on one hell of a
good thing all these years!"
"You sure have, Mom!" said Bobby. "Jesus! I can't believe it, my
own mother, a cherry-ass, and I'm the one to take it! What a fuckin'
turn-on!"
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