A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, a divorcee, driven to the extremes of lust, are the subjects of this novel. llnder the circumstances, we can understand how these two individuals are driven into each other's arms. Our society forbids sexual union between a mother and son, but sometimes it seems to be the most likely way for both to find satisfaction.
As you read this account of passions unleashed, try to put yourself into the characters' roles and then see if you can find fault. Although they sink deeper and deeper into wanton behavior, they, at least, get a taste of all those pleasures that so many of us miss.
So, what is normal? What are the rules we should live by? Is conformity to the average the goal, or should we seek our pleasures in extremes?
In BOY-LOVING MOTHER-each reader must decide for himself what is the right path. So, take a trip into the nether world of sexuality, and find out what goes on behind the drawn shutters of our neighbors' lives.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Helen Burgess. I'm thirty-four and divorced. I've been living with what some people would call a dirty sex secret for quite a while now, and I figure it's time I told my story.
I like to fuck and suck teenage boys.
It started innocently enough, but suddenly I found I couldn't control my impulses. I seduced Georgie Downs, a young friend of my son, Johnny, while my son was away at summer
camp.
After that, I just couldn't get enough young hard cocks! I wanted one every night. And when I couldn't get one, I nearly went crazy. I'd use a vibrator, and pretend I had a young kid in bed and that he was fucking the hell right out of my hot, itchy cunt.
Before I tell you all about my experiences with young boys in bed, maybe I better tell you a little more about myself. I'm five-foot-four, with long, blonde hair and deep-blue eyes. My figure is pretty damned nice, if I do say so myself. I won a beauty contest before I got married. I was Miss Northeast, and it wasn't because they liked the way I played the piano.
My tits are still big and firm, and my ass is nice and sleek. And that's after fifteen years of marrige. Well, not all of that time was marriage. I was divorced two years ago.
That's about the time I found out how hot my cunt got when I thought I could get a fuck from a boy. I found I liked them best about high-school age. Just the ages when they have a hard-on all the time, and can get that hot cock of theirs up again as soon as they've shot their cum into my cunt.
As I said, it began that summer when Johnny had gone to summer camp. He'd only
been gone a day when young Georgie Downs came by to see him. He didn't know I had arranged to send Johnny to camp for the whole summer.
I was in my robe, sitting at the kitchen table that morning, when Georgie rang the bell. I looked out and saw who it was so I didn't bother to put anything else on before I let him in.
"Ohh, hi, Georgie," I said. "Come on in."
Georgie was a cute kid. I'd always liked him. He and Johnny had played together since they were little. But Georgie, unlike Johnny, had grown tremendously. He was almost six-feet-tall, a big boy for his age. He was filling out nicely, too, and he had a wide smile and curly brown hair. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, and I knew he was going to be a handsome man when he grew up.
"Is Johnny around? " he asked, stepping into the living room. I caught him glancing at the deep cleavage of my tits as the top of my robe fell open slightly.
"No, I'm sorry, he isn't, Georgie," I said. I crossed the room, letting him get a good look at me. The robe was tight across my ass, and I knew the light shone right through it when I stood between him and the window.
"He's gone to camp for the summer. I'm going to be all alone for the next couple of months. I guess you and I have lost our 'playmate' for awhile."
I sensed that he wasn't ~ thinking about Johnny right then. When I turned around, I caught him eyeing the curve of my thigh against the confining drape of the robe. Suddenly, I felt a hot twinge in my cunt. I was turned on by the way he looked at me.
At first, I couldn't really believe what was happening to me. But I didn't really care. At that moment, I was so fucking horny that I would have fucked just about any guy who pulled a hard cock out of his pants.
But the idea of taking on a young kid . . . a friend of my own son . . . was especially exciting to me. I felt hot waves of desire sweep up through my cunt, wrapping my loins in exciting anticipation.
"What are you going to do this summer?" I asked, my cheeks flushing a little, my tits beginning to grow warm, filled with tingling, prickly desire.
"Oh, I don't know," he said meekly. "Just hang around, I guess." His eyes were riveted by now on my tits. I had let the robe fall open a little more and he could see a good part of
my big, soft tits.
I walked closer to him, feeling brazen and ready to take all kinds of chances with Georgie. I was getting so fucking hot that my cunt was all wet. I knew I had to try to fuck this boy.
I wanted desperately to feel his cock . . . to cradle his big, soft balls in my hand . . . to get him into bed and fuck the hell out of him.
I knew it was wrong, or at least that I could get in a lot of trouble if he went home and told his parents. But at that point it was worth the risk. I was so hot I had no control over my emotions.
When I got right in front of him, I looked down at his crotch and saw that there was a big, hard bulge right between his legs. He was just as hot to fuck as I was!
"I'll bet I know what you'd like to do this summer, Georgie," I said, a smile playing at my lips. I looked straight into his eyes. He looked embarrassed, and I saw pinkness creep over his cheeks. He licked his lips. That's when I made my move.
I placed my hand right in his crotch and ran it firmly over his hard, growing cock. And it was just like I had suspected. His prick was a handful. It was time to show him how to fuck.
My open neckline was right under his face now. My tits were so exposed that he could almost see my nipples. He was almost gasping for breath, looking down at those big, round tits and almost drooling with excitement.
"Do you like my tits, Georgie?" I said, putting all the sex-kitten seductiveness I could into my voice.
"Ye . . . yes, Mrs. Burgess," he stammered. "They're very nice."
"How would you like to put your face right into them and suck them hard, baby?" I wound my-hand around his neck like a snake, pulling his head right down into my open robe.
He didn't exactly fight me, but he was so nervous that he sort of lurched forward. His nose snuggled right into the deep fold between my huge, heaving tits.
I cradled him to my tits, longing for the feel of his tongue against my nipples. I wanted him to suck my tits and squeeze them and fondle them until they were so hot they almost made me come.
The robe fell open more. I gasped softly, rubbing the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair.
"Suck my tits, Georgie," I whispered. "Take them right into your mouth and run
your hot tongue all over them. Lick my nipples! God, I need you, you beautiful young cock!"
Both tits were uncovered completely, rising and falling as my breathing became heavier and heavier.
Georgie was eager, but inexperienced. His hands trembled as he lifted my meaty, round tits and brought one of them to his lips.
Even his lips were shaking . . . quivering with the lust of youth . . . the enthusiasm of a hard young stud who wants to taste the nectar of cunt for the first time in his life.
His tongue shot out and began lapping over the soft flesh of my hot tits. I felt waves of hot, aching need pour through my veins.
I threw my head back, shoving my tits harder into his face. I was engulfeel in the flames of lust, and he was fanning them into an inferno. My cunt began to seep with cuntjuice. My loins quivered and shook. I was into this too far to turn back now. I was going to go all the way with Georgie-all the way to the bedroom and what turned out to be the most glorious fucking of my entire life!
He had one of my nipples way inside his hot mouth, pulling and tugging on it with all the hard sucking motion he could manage. He
twisted and turned his head as he sucked, and kneaded my soft tits, too.
I thought I would faint with ecstasy as I stood there-right in the midd1e of my living room-with my son's best friend turning my cunt into a cauldron of hot, wanton craving.
"Pull my robe off, darling," I murmured, my voice filled with emotion. I felt his soft, young hands wander over my curving, hot body as he let his tongue roam down to my tummy.
Goose pimples covered my flesh. I'd never felt anything so good, so exciting, so cunt-churning before. I was nearly twenty-one years older than Georgie, yet my body was still so attractive, so alluring that he was turned on hard by my hot flesh.
And he was like a young god to me. I longed to rip his clothes off and fondle his pounding young prick. I wanted to suck his balls and lick him everywhere-until his skin was tight and hot and he cried for mercy.
But I let him work me over until he was good and hot. I wanted to let him do what pleased him until I could not stand it another minute.
Amazing as it sounds, that kid went right on licking his way down my body, turning my legs
to rubber . . . my cunt to a syrupy, creamy mass of twitching madness.
I was sure he'd never seen a cunt before, never fucked anyone. Yet he was licking me like he'd done it all his life.
And suddenly I felt his tongue in my pussyhair. I shoved my cunt forward, leaning back as far as I could, and hung onto his head as he began to flick that wet, pink tip of his tongue over my hot clit.
"Eeeeeeiiiiieeee!" I screeched. "My God, Georgie! What are you doing, lover? Where did you learn this?"
He was too busy to answer, and I, of course, didn't want him to. I didn't want to let him take his hot tongue from my clit for an instant.
His fast-flicking, rigid tongue worked its way up and down on my burning, glistening cunt-lips. Nervous twitches of emotional longing coursed through my veins. I was so hot in the cunt I knew I couldn't take this kind of tormenting treatment much longer.
I was gasping for breath, whining and moaning with passion, as he tongued my wet, horny cunt. My fingers were clawing into his neck, dragging his face and that luscious tongue deeper into my crotch.
"Ohh, my God, Georgie, my God, you're
making my body burn!" I cried. "I need your cock, baby! Have you ever fucked it into a woman's cunt before?"
He was licking fast, his head buried in my wet, tingling pussy. He barely skipped a beat of his tongue as he tried to answer.
"Blu . . .bl . . . ugh . . . no!" he babbled. He seemed to lap my cunt even faster as he thought about ramming his hard cock into it.
"Well, you're going to today!" I cried out. "You're going to fuck me so hard, you'll rattle my goddamn teeth! I can't wait any longer, c'mon!"
I reluctantly peeled his face away from my overwrought cunt and ran to the bedroom. I pulled down the covers and turned to Georgie. He was racing to strip off his clothes.
He didn't need any help, I figured, so I jumped onto the crisp, clean sheets and spread my legs wide. He must have liked the gentle contours of my thighs and my hips, and that perfectly round ass of mine.
My thick, blonde pussy was staring up at him . . . waiting impatiently for his stiff prick to prod its way in and out . . . driving me wild with his youthful urgency . . . his fuck-starved need to hump an older woman.
He stared at my hot body as he pulled off the
last of his clothes. When he yanked down his briefs, I saw at last what I'd been longing to see ever since he came into the living room-his beautiful, throbbing hard-on!
It was a beauty, too. His cock was as big as a lot of pricks I'd seen on grown men in years gone by. A nice, thick cock with an ample, meaty girth . . . a tightly swollen cock-head of purplish-red . . . bulging blue veins running the length of its cock-shaft . . . and the whole. luscious cock was at least eight-inches long.
I was prepared for a long, wonderful afternoon of hard fucking. I'd never approached a fuck with such excitement, such overwhelming lust!
After all, I'd never been fucked by a boy this young before . . . not even when I was that young!
CHAPTER TWO
"Come to me, baby," I coaxed. Young Georgie Downs, my teenage lover, was ready to fuck. His prick-so stiff and hot-led the way as he climbed onto the bed and snuggled quickly in between my upturned legs. I spread wide, opening my pink and wet cunt-lips, and he fumbled a little trying to shove his big, hard cock into my overeager cunt.
"Don't be nervous, darling," I said soothingly I took his hard prick in my hand.
It was so fucking hot I thought his cock would burn my palm as I guided it into the trembling folds of my hot cunt.
As soon as he shoved a little and nudged the tight, hard head of his cock inside my hot cunt, I felt a surge of aching delight go swarming all through my loins. I thought I was in heaven at that moment. I'd never tasted such erotic joy in all my thirty-four years!
"Fuck me good, Georgie," I moaned. "Give me a good, hard fucking with that beautiful young cock of yours! I need it so much!"
Georgie was awfully nervous. I could tell by the way his whole body shuddered and shook. But he was also so fucking horny that his cock stayed rock-hard, and he wasted no time pumping the meat to my cunt.
"Ohh, that's beautiful, sweetheart," I murmured. "You're doing great! Just shove your prick deep and grind my cunt right out. Rub your cock against my clit . . . right up there at the top, baby . . . that hard little nub that loves you sooo muuuch!"
He found my clit before I even finished telling him. He plunged his hot prick into my cunt and every time from then on he rubbed it hard against my feverish clit. He started driving me
absolutely wild with his hot, hard fucking.
My clit was burning with delicious, aching emotion. Every time I felt that hard cock gliding along my clit . ..the whole length of his pounding shaft . . . I felt my loins toss and turn and churn with ecstasy.
Deep inside my wet, hot cunt, Georgie was hitting a hot spot that made me throb with lust. My passion was reaching such an incredible height that I thought this kid would make me come before he did.
Imagine that, I thought. Nobody comes faster than a young teenage boy who's never been fucked. Everybody knows there's nothing hotter or hornier in this world than a teenage boy's prick!
But here I was at thirty-four, so fucking wet and pulsing in my cunt with enormous, gripping throbs of passion. He had my body in one hell of a state . . . bucking and heaving with mindless joy . . . twisting to escape the sweet torment of his rampaging hard prick!
"Give me your cum, baby, 'cause I'm almost ready to shoot mine!" I cried. I squeezed my eyes tightly, and humped him with my legs. They were wrapped over his strong, bobbing thighs, and I hugged him to me on every lunge of his hard cock.
"Fuck me faster, sweetheart," I urged. "Shove your sweet prick waaayy in my cunt! Fuck me, darling, FllCK MEI"
I wanted desperately to feel his cum shoot into my cunt while I was spewing my hot cuntjuice. I wanted to feel the convulsive spasms of ecstasy of his first fuck going through my body like shock waves just as I exploded in my cunt and blanketed his hot cock with juice.
He started moaning softly, urgently, shivering from head to toe. His cock ballooned up, filling my cunt with his hard meat, stroking me full of eight delicious inches of rapture on every thrust.
Faster and faster we fucked, our bodies in constant, impulsive motion. He strained to shove his stiff young prick farther and farther into my swiveling, burning cunt. I humped my ass furiously, matching every plunging shove he gave me with his cock.
We were fucking harder than I had ever fucked, or been fucked, in my whole goddamned life. This kid was one beautiful piece of ass!
Then suddenly I felt his body stiffen and jerk. His back went up, and his head flew back . ..his eyes shut, his cock twitched with a hard, incredible shudder.
I realized he was about to shoot his load. His cum was beginning its rumbling, cascading joumey from deep inside his hot balls.
Since I was more experienced in this wonderful thing called fucking, I had been able to control my cunt-muscles just enough to hold off my climax until he was ready.
But then I let it all go! My floodgates opened, and my cunt-lips began to tremble and shake like the earth was opening up and swallowing both of us. He was groaning loudly, his belly shaking in great waves of uncontrolled emotion.
'"lluuggghhh! lluuggghhh! Aawwaagghh!" he groaned, and I felt the hot, spurting jism from his sweet cock go spurting deep into my burning cunt.
He lunged fast, plunging his long cock into my pussy with rampaging ferocity. He was using all his youthful strength and energy to fuck my cunt off.
But I stayed right with him. Just as I felt that first sweet deliverance of hot cum in my hot cunt, I released my own wad of cunt-juice.
We bucked and writhed together, deliriously alive with flesh-tingling lust. All the erotic, passion-rousing dreams I'd had were suddenly being fulfilled completely . . . blissfully
. . . beautifully.
"Ohhh, you are so good at fucking, Georgie, darling!" I cried. "Your cock is so fucking hard! And your cum is so hot! You're filling my cunt right up with all that cum you're shooting!"
His mouth hung open, his jaw was slack and I could see his hot tongue. Despite the fact that he was still shooting his cum into my cunt, and I was still pouring out my hot cunt-juice, I couldn't help thinking how much I'd like to feel that tongue of his licking my cunt again.
I could feel his hard prick sliding and squishing inside my cunt, twisting and turning and grinding along the smooth, wet walls of that hot hole. And every hard shove of his cock sent me higher, setting off waves of aching pleasure that rolled through my loins and right up into my hot tits.
"How did you like that, Georgie?" I asked, after he had pumped the last few shots of his cum into my cunt. I was anxious to see how he felt after getting his very first fuck.
"It was unbelievable, Mrs. Burgess!" he cried. His voice was full of youthful exuberance, bubbling and urgent. The words tumbled out on top of one another as he hurried to tell me how good he felt.
"I thought my guts were going to turn upside down! It was a lot harder than when I jerk off. I just can't describe how good it was. Geez, Mrs. Burgess, it was nice of you to ask me to fuck you. How can I ever thank you enough?"
I couldn't help smiling at this beautiful, naive young boy-with the man's cock-who was thanking me for fucking, when I was so horny I almost raped him!
But I could think of a lot of ways he could express his thanks. "First of all," I said, "you can be damned sure that you never tell my son about fucking me. That's a definite no-no. Also, that you never tell anyone else. Either one of those, and I'll come and cut your balls off. llnderstood?"
"Oh, Mrs. Burgess, you don't ever have to worry about anything like that," he said. "This is just between you and me. If my father and mother found out about this, about you and me fucking, I'd never get out of the house alone again! I might even lose my allowance! "
He was so cute. He reminded me of my son Johnny so much. It was almost as though I had been fucked by my own son-but that, of course, was impossible.
"And there is one more way in which you
can pay me back-right now," I said. "You can get back down in my crotch and give me some more of that beautiful cunt-licking, like you did before."
"Sure, Mrs. Burgess, I'd be glad to," he said.
He pulled back, letting his huge, teenage cock slide out of my wet cunt. What a beautiful prick, I thought, admiring that hunk of reddish cock-meat as it came inching out of my hot and satisfied cunt.
Georgie settled down again, stretching out flat on the bed, with his head right between my legs. He began licking slowly up my leg from the knee, flicking his tongue out quickly, teasing me, setting off goose pimples all over my hot flesh.
But he was apparently just as anxious as I was to have his tongue right in my hot crotch. He wasted no time getting to my hairy cunt, lapping and swabbing my inner thigh until I thought I would come even before he reached my cunt.
As he got to the wispy outer fringers of my pussy, forming his tongue into a rigid, straight little pink nub, he slowly licked in circles all around the edge of my pussy-hair.
He was lying on his belly, with his legs strad-
dling my left leg. I could feel his hard, bony cock throbbing harder and harder as he closed in on my cunt with his hot tongue.
His cum dribbled from the soft slit at the end of his cock-head and slowly seeped down over my knee. But it was nothing compared to the gobs of his cum that were pouring slowly from my hot cunt-lips. That, mixed with all the cuntjuice I had shot while he was fucking me, made my hot cunt an overflowing reservoir of love-juice.
"Hurry, sweetheart," I murmured, beginning to feel lust stirring in my loins. "Lick my cunt, baby. I need your tongue on my clit!"
Obeying my wishes completely, young Georgie parted my pussy-hair with his fingers and uncovered my ripe, quivering cuntlips-all pink and cum-covered and ready for kissing and sucking.
I wiggled my ass, and shoved my cunt up closer to his face, and then I felt his tongue lightly caressing my cunt-lips from top to bottom.
"Ooohhooowwweee!" I shouted. It was like a dart of lust being thrust against my cunt as he began wiping his hot tongue all over my passion-filled cunt-lips.
Then I couldn't help squirming and twisting
as Georgie slid his long, dancing tongue way up into my cunt-as far as it could go. Around and around it went, like the wildly flickering flames of a roaring fire. The heat of his tongue increased the excitement of the moment for me.
I writhed and fought to escape the sweet pain of agonizing torment that he was setting off inside my loins.
My tits flopped and rolled as my body began heaving around the bed. He had turned me on hard in almost no time at all. But I had known that I was ready. I had asked for this. Now I had to endure his hot cunt-licking . . . and I loved every second of it!
The blood was pounding in the walls of my hot cunt, and those tremendous throbs were being felt by Georgie in his tongue, I was sure. He never hesitated for a second in his fast lapping. His tongue was like a machine as he devoured my pink cunt-meat.
"Eat me out, darlingl" I implored my boyman. "Lick my hot clit until I die! I love it, Georgie . . . I love your hot tongue!"
I thought I would die before he cracked my erotic reservoir of cum. My cunt was burning with a hot fever born of lust and incredible craving for my young, teenage lover and his
hot tongue.
Cunt-licking had always been a hard turn-on for me. But to be getting such a beautiful tonguejob from a teenage kid was more than I could ever have dreamed for.
Georgie's hot tongue was lapping rapidly in circular motions way up inside my cunt. It felt like a velvet mop swabbing all of the sensitive, passion-filled pink flesh.
The wonderful boy was nursing the pleasant ache in my cunt as he licked it out with his eager, ravenous tongue. He began flicking it over and around the little nub of tender, pink cunt-flesh that stood like a sentinel above my cunt-lips-my hot clit.
"lluggghhh!" I grunted. My crotch jerked and retreated from his onrushing tongue . . . delighted yet shocked by the sudden flash of pleasure that invaded my loins.
When he sucked my clit it was like a jolt of electricity being sent into my wet, quivering cunt. It made me churn and smolder with unbridled hunger to climax again.
My hot clit was shaking, erect and rigid like a little hard-on of my own, alive with lustful excitement and need.
I needed the sweet bliss of coming so badly I could scream. I urged Georgie to get me off,
make me come, fill his mouth with my hot, loving cunt-juice.
He had leamed enough in the last hour to know that I couldn't take much more of this divine torture. My boy fuck-mate clamped his lips tightly over my hungering overheated clit and sucked on it-hard.
He never moved his wet, soft, warm lips from that glorious center of desire . . . that hot clit of aroused passion.
I thought my cunt would burst into flames from his persistent sucking. It sent surges of hot, billowing craving through my loins and set my temples pounding as the moment of ultimate bliss approached.
CHAPTER THREE
Georgie obviously realized that my cunt was more than ready to give him the mouthful of cum it promised. My cunt-lips were shivering with delightful ecstasy. My hips were writhing, and I was moaning with hard, urgent cries, calling for him to lick my hot clit to orgasm.
His tongue licked furiously on my clit, his lips still covering that pink, erotic nub completely, sucking on it as though the very nectar of life was contained within its passionate
interior.
"Suck me off, baby!" I screamed. "Lick that hot clit until I shoot off! I can't wait any longer!"
I was squirming hard, twisting and turning, my whole body a bundle of aching, straining, lusting need. I thought I would die before I came.
Then Georgie sucked harder on my clit with his lips and shoved his tongue at the same time up and down on my wet, stinging cunt-lips.
It was all I needed. That did it. My loins erupted. my cunt felt that unmistakable explosion-- deep down-that signaled the start of a heavy, hard, rumbling come.
I felt the rolling, onrushing tide of orgasm as my juice came bursting up from my loins . . . cascading over my hot, quivering pink cunt-walls, between my torrid, wet cuntlips!
"Aaaiiieeeyyy!" I shrieked. "Now, darling, now! I'm coming, darling, I'm coming! Suck my cum, baby! Suck it all up!"
My agonized cries of swirling, gnawing passion rang through the room. They filled young Georgie Downs with desire that knew no bounds.
He lapped my cunt furiously, shoving his
tongue in and out of my eager cunt, mad with a lust-crazed need to give me all that he could give me with his young tongue and hot, quivering lips.
I bounced and jumped and clawed at his hair with ecstatic abandon. My cunt poured out so much cum that I was sure we would both be drowned in a whirlpool of never-ending pleasure.
My cunt was aching deliciously. I was alive with lust as I pushed my hot cunt up to meet his eager, frenzied tongue.
I looked down and saw that Georgie's face was smeared with my thick, hot cum. His eyebrows, his nose, his eyelids, lips-even his chin--glistened with the thick, creamy cuntjuice.
And still he lapped me furiously, keeping my juicing cunt-lips and my hot and horny clit aroused beyond belief. He was coaxing more and more sauce from me, making my cunt convulse and shoot more and more of that precious hot juice.
He lapped it as fast as he could, swallowing it like he had been starved for pussy-juice since birth. He seemed to be born to cunt-licking. I marveled at the way he sucked and licked my cunt so expertly-never having tasted pussy-
meat until today.
My pussy-hair was matted and wet from his licking and from my tremendous outpouring of cunt-juice. He kept ticking that drenched mop of blondeness, as well as my pink cunt-lips. His tongue was everywhere-in and out of my cunt-first deep, then up and over my clit.
It took a long time for me to come down from that delicious cunt-licking. Georgie had eaten out my cunt in grand style. When he finally lifted his head and grinned at me, I felt a fluttery, hot yearning for him deep inside my crotch.
He looked so sweet, so cuddly, with his face all covered with my hot cum. I wanted to pull him to my tits and hug my little boy.
But he was far from little, and my mind wandered to his cock. That hot, heavy-hung cock of his was far from a boy's. It was man's cock on a boy's body, and that boy's body had more lustful drive and energy than any mam I'd ever fucked or sucked, or been cunt-licked by. I had to suck his prick again, I thought.
"OK, young man, it's time for me to give you some head now--to wrap my lips around that big, beautiful cock of yours and suck you dry," I said. "Lay on your back and let me
show you how it feels to have a hot tongue working all over your cock and balls! "
He quickly flopped down on the bed, wiping his face on the sheet. His prick stood up hard and straight, pointing at the ceiling and making my cunt squirm with excitement as I prepared to eat him alive.
I nestled in between his legs and placed my soft, wet lips lightly on his pounding prick, gently
kissing the tip of its purplish, hard head.
I cupped his balls in my hands, fondling them with loving fingers. Then I placed soft kisses all along the length of his bulging, bouncing cock-shaft.
My lips strayed up into his curly pubic hair and traced little droplets of spit all around the base of his hot cock.
He was turning me on almost as much as I was turning him on. The feel of his hard young prick against my tongue made my hot cunt squirm and tingle with hot, aching pleasure.
Then I let my tongue wander down under his cock and I took one of his balls in my mouth, softly rolling it on my tongue. I coated that luscious nut with a thick blanket of warm spit, lapping it with undisguised pleasure and lust.
His balls responded to my lapping with a
shivering, contracting spasm. Those hot, puckered balls tightened and I felt his loins tremble as I went on lapping over them, caressing them lovingly with my tongue.
Wben I had covered his balls with a wet film of spit, I went back up to his cock. Placing my hands over his aroused loins, my fingers spread out, I massaged him gently-all over his loins, his crotch, his thighs.
Opening my shiny, moist lips wide, I then took his whole cock-head softly into my mouth. My lips settled around his luscious prick and I let my spit run down over it in a warm, soothing bath of passion.
"Ohh, Mrs. Burgess, that feels great!" he gushed. "My cock feels like it's going to burst wide open!"
His hot prick was pounding hard. It was pumped up even bigger than it had been when he fucked me. I couldn't ever remember having a hotter or bigger cock in my mouth ever before.
And he got hotter and hotter as I worked him over with my excited, eager tongue. His legs were trembling lightly, his loins fluttering in answer to my warm, tender urgings.
It was time, I figured, to start really going after his hard cock-starting the drive that
would end when he shot his sweet, thick cum into my waiting mouth.
I slid my mouth slowly down his hard cockshaft, taking his whole, tremendous prick right into my mouth. I pressed harder with my lips, then withdrew with an agonizingly sensuous stroke, sucking as hard as I possibly could all along the length of his sweet cock.
My long blonde hair hung down around Georgie's cock and balls like a curtain as I twisted and turned my head vigorously, lathering his meat with spit. My hair tickled him and made his loins and crotch even hotter.
I kept my soft, full lips clamped firmly on his hot prick. Its thickness filled my mouth, and I thrilled to the heat of his young, engorged prick.
llp and down I shoved my face, pulling and sucking his sweet prick. It was a glistening prick by now, covered with spit and a thick trickling of cum that dribbled from Georgie's hot cock.
I let my lips edge up almost to the tip of his hard cock over his smooth, purplish cockhead, and the wet, open slit that promised its cum soon. Then back down slowly, smoothly, gliding and sliding wetly all the way back down his long, hard cock.
It felt like an erotic, mouth-filling ride to
rapture for me. His hard cock was like a magic wand in my mouth. Soon, I knew, I would make him spill his hot cream, filling my mouth with delicious jism, and setting off heat waves of passion in both our bodies.
Each time I stroked his burgeoning prick with my wet, hot lips and mouth, I felt his throbbing increase. It came faster and harder as he approached the blissful edge of his cum-explosion.
My head bobbed up and down on his cock so fast that my hair was flying in all directions. I held the base of his hard cock in one hand and drove my face to fuck him and suck him with every ounce of hot desire in my body.
He was moaning hard, crying and whimpering with a kind of young, animal cry, almost as though he were in distress. It was a mournful whine that echoed through the bedroom and drove me to a still greater pitch, a greedier, more frenzied cock-sucking.
"Mrs. Burgess! Mrs. Burgess!" he cried out. "Suck me hard, pleeeese! I'm almost ready to come, I can tell! My cock is hotter than hell . . . and my balls are like all bubbly and pounding inside!"
There was no time for playing games any longer, I could see. It was time for an all-out
assault on his young prick. I puckered my lips and began to suck him fast and hard, applying all the hot suciton on every stroke that I could muster from my hungry lips.
It took only a few more seconds, and then I felt a sudden knot of agonized release grip his hard cock and his balls. Then Georgie's hips lifted right up off the mattress, straining to shove his hard cock deep into my open mouth, and he let go a furious gush of hot, sticky cum.
His cascading load of cum poured into my mouth, filling it completely, in seconds. I gulped the sweet, syrupy cum as fast as I could, swallowing it in big gulps. But it spewed from his overflowing cock so fast I couldn't keep up with it.
I lapped my tongue furiously over the little hole at the end of his cock-head, trying desperately to keep up with the uncontrolled spurting, but it was hopeless. His balls were so full of hot, teenage cum, and his cock pumped it so fast, that it spilled out around my tongue and the sides of his cock, which crammed my mouth.
The cum seeped from the comers of my mouth and dripped down over his loins and his cock-hair and onto his thighs. It puddled on the sheets and I just couldn't believe one boy
could shoot so much cum.
I sucked him with all the fervor in my hot mouth, gobbling every lingering spurt of cum that came from that lovely little slit in the shiny head of his prick.
When finally he had come back down from that delirious plateau of his hard come, I nursed his fevered prick with dozens of soft, tender kisses all over his hot young cock. I caressed his prick-shaft with my soft hands, mothering my young, cunt-hungry lover admiringly.
"You're a nice lady, .Mrs. Burgess," Georgie finally said. "You know just what a boy needs when he gets to this age. My cock has never felt as good as it does today!"
I had to laugh to myself. Such a sweet, innocent young boy, I thought. He doesn't realize what he's got. His cock is gorgeous, simply gorgeous! And he makes me so fucking hot I can hardly breathe!
I fuck him and I suck him . . . and he eats my cunt out like I've never had it licked before . . . and then he says I'm a "nice lady!"
I felt a hard, delicious tug deep inside my cunt as I looked down on my young teenage lover and his still-hard, softly pounding prick.
"Thank you, Georgie," I whispered. "You're pretty nice yourself."
I wanted to tell him that he had changed my life that I intended to fuck and suck a lot more young hard-ons like his in the months ahead, but I didn't.
I just made it a little promise to myself.
CHAPTER FOllR
Georgie told me he had to leave because he was afraid his parents might call and wonder why he had been at my house so long when Johnny wasn't there. His cock was red and swollen as he got up from the bed, and there were still a few globs of thick cum clinging to his shaft. I reached over and held him, next to the bed, as I sat on the edge and licked his prick clean.
I felt his long, hot prick grow hard and erect
all over again as I sucked him dry.
"I don't want to go, either, Mrs. Burgess," he murmured. "But I've got to. I don't want to get us both in trouble."
I knew we would not get in trouble. Dorothy Downs, Georgie's mother, was one of my best friends. She would never, in a million years, even suspect me of fucking and sucking off her young son.
Dorothy and I had known each other since we were both pregnant with Georgie and Johnny. We used to wheel our boys together in our carriages when they were babies. We had watched them grow up, developing into good-looking, well-built young men . . . now both freshmen in high school.
No, Dorothy Downs would never have the faintest notion that I had just spent a couple of hours in my bed with her little Georgie, teaching him all the hot tricks in the book-like cunt-licking and cock-sucking and fucking a cunt deep and hard!
"Don't worry about your mother, Georgie dear," I reassured him. "She will never suspect that you and I are fuck-mates. She'll never know how much fun we've had fucking the ass right off each other. Now, come on, get dressed and I'll drive you home."
When we got to Georgie's house, I told him to run in and see if his parents were home. It thought it might be fun to have a conversation with Dorothy just after licking her kid's hard cock.
But when he came back out, he had even better news. "I'm in luck, Mrs. Burgess," he said, and I noticed that his crotch was bulging as his new hard-on strained his trousers.
"My parents left me a note. They had to go to my grandmther's because she isn't feeling well. They might not be home for a couple of days! "
I almost told him that it wasn't just a matter of him being lucky. I'd never had such good news in my life!
"Great, Georgie! That means you won't get in trouble . . . and it also means we have a lot more time for what we need-fucking. My cunt was just beginning to get worked up when we quit. How about that darling young hard cock of yours?"
"Yeah, I sure could use some more fucking, Mrs. Burgess. Why don't you pull the car in the garage, so the neighbors don't see it, and then we'll go up to my room and fuck all night!"
I set a record for parking a car. I stepped on
the gas and zoomed behind the house and into the garage. I was in the house in less than a minute.
"I'm up here, Mrs. Burgess," Georgie called down from the top of the stairs. "Come and get my cock!"
He was catching on fast, I thought. My big, hot tits were bursting to get out of my tight bra, and my cunt was swimming in a whirlpool of bubbling juice as I raced up the stairs.
I couldn't get undressed fast enough, and I began peeling off my clothes as I went. At the top of the stairs, Georgie was waiting . . . and he didn't have a stitch of clothes on.
He looked even better bare-assed now than he had before. His trim, lithe young body was beginning to fill out beautifully. His shoulders were wide for his age, and he was really tall. He lifted weights, I remembered his mother telling me, and his shoulders and upper arms showed it. His muscles were developing nicely. His waist was flat and narrow, and his asscheeks were nice, tight handfuls of firm, smooth flesh.
Below his loins, his long, hard cock was framed in a collar of bushy cock-hair. I had stopped a few steps below him, looking up admiringly at his young statuesque body.
I gazed at his big balls and my mouth watered as I thought about taking them in my mouth, sucking on their soft, puckered goodness.
This was going to be one hell of a night. My boy was away for the summer and Georgie's parents were away for a couple of days.
I would take him to bed now and give him the fucking of a lifetime! As long as he lived, this kid was never going to forget this night of lust with Helen Burgess.
Then I let my skirt and blouse drop to the stairs. I stood there for a moment in my tight, overflowing bra and my skimpy little bikinis, letting Georgie admire my curvaceous body.
His mouth was hanging open, and he wasn't saying a thing. I could see that he was hotter than a two-peckered goat on a sheep farm. His prick was standing out straight-seemingly a foot long-and his chest was rising and falling evenly as his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Then I slipped one bra strap down off my shoulder. My huge, straining tits fought to be free of my confining bra. They were even bigger than usual, it seemed, and they bumed with a lust that knew no bounds.
"Take it off, Mrs. Burgess!" he said, a
hard, urgent edge to his voice. "Take that fucking bra off . . . and those goddamned panties, and get your ass up here. I'm going to fuck your cunt right off you! I'm going to shoot you so full of cum this time that you'll drown in the fucking stuff!"
I could scarcely believe my ears, but I did as he said. My young, frightened, nervous kitten of a boy was turning into a snarling, demanding, fuck-hungry stud who threatened to take my soft body and do with it as he damn well pleased.
I unsnapped my bra quickly, letting my plump, jiggling tits flop out and hang down erotically as I yanked off my panties. I was ready. Now he could fuck me any way he felt like.
I rushed to him and he grabbed my arm. He led me to his room, just across from the top of the stairs. It was a typical boy's room, with pennants all over the walls, and clothes thrown across chairs. But I was happy to see that Dorothy had given Georgie a big, wide bed-not one of those little, single-bed jobs that so many teenage boys have. I could fuck to my heart's delight in this one and not worry about falling off the edge.
Georgie-was bolder now that he was on his
own territory, so to speak. His fingers dug into my arm and he gave me a rough little shove onto the bed when we got into his room.
"Get set, baby," he said hoarsely, "because now I'm going to fuck you hard, baby, hard! I hope that hot pussy of yours is ready for this! "
And with that, he jumped up on the bed and pushed me back flat on the mattress. My tits flopped around and my legs fell wide apart, exposing my pink, hot cunt-lips. My pussy was already parted, still damp from our previous fucking . . . but ready and willing for more probing by his hard young cock.
He didn't hesitate for a minute. I could see that his eyes were filled with lust. He was hungry and carnally aroused . . . and he was going to give me a good, fast and deep fucking-I had no doubts about that!
With one hand, he quickly guided his throbbing hard cock, swollen and red and hot as coals, right in between my bloated cunt-lips.
I felt the sweet entry of his hot cock-head and pulled up my knees and spread my legs to help him ram it home in my hot cunt.
Jesus, did he ever shove that prick into my cunt. I felt his cock go roaring up through my cunt, ripping and tearing and ravaging the insides of my hot cunt until I thought he would
split me in two.
Actually he didn't, but the hefty, meaty pressure of such an enormous cock, and all his youthful vigor, was more than I was accustomed to. He practically took my breath away on that first hot thrust of his big hard prick.
"Give it to me good, baby," I moaned. "Fuck that cock to me!"
"Don't worry, you hot cunt!" he said. "I've been wanting to fuck somebody for two years now, and since I finally got a cunt myself-right in my own room-I'm gonna fuck you just the way I dream about when I jerk off here by myself!"
Well, what followed made me wish I'd been in some of those dreams. Once his hot cock was firmly inside my cunt, deeply submerged in my wet, hot pussy, he began swiveling his hips, driving his cock in a circular motion-at the same time shoving that hot prick roughly and urgently into me.
His cock rubbed against every comer of my pink cunt. I was tossed into an incredible, aching frenzy of pleasure.
I closed my eyes and felt his hard prick rubbing hard against my tingling, sensitive clit on every thrust.
His hard, demanding young cock was like a
hammer . . . pounding into my cunt . . . smashing against the soft, pliant wal1s of my hot, inviting pussy . . . shaping my body to fit its lustful needs.
He fucked like a real man, pumping and grinding his hard cock, heaving and shoving that gorgeous prick to me in fast, long, deep strokes. He lunged and shoved and I felt his already-swollen cock grow harder and longer as he fucked me.
Georgie was fucking me by this time with a savage desire. He kept pushing his lust-driven cock into my trembling, overheated cunt right up to the hilt. All eight inches of hard cock were going all the way into my cum-slimed cunt on every stroke.
My cunt responded to his insatiable hunger for hard fucking. I squirmed and heaved my ass. I ground my pussy against his loins every time he slammed his hot crotch against me.
I yeamed to feel him come. And I knew that this kind of fucking could not go on much longer. It just couldn't. My cunt was at a fever pitch. And I could tell by the way Georgie was yowling and moaning, and by the way his body jerked and shuddered as he lunged his hard prick into my cunt, that he was close to shooting his cum, too.
My clit ached hard. It was hot and quivering and my whole body was writhing with my fevered passion. I was half out of my mind with delirious, sweet agony by that time.
Every fucking time I felt his big hard prick boring into my cunt, I felt a burning inside that would not stop . . . only build and build until it was pounding in my ears.
Every muscle in Georgie's young body bulged and tensed under the immense strain he was putting out to fuck me hard. When I began to urge him into that final spurt of rapid-fire fucking, to get us both off, he went into a turmoil. He gave me everything he had in our all-out, no-holds-barred drive toward blissful release.
"Harder, baby, harder," I yelled. "Fuck me haaaaard! I want to feel that hard cock ramming my fucking guts out!" I was yelling so loud there were tears in my eyes.
I flung my legs tight around his back, and hooked my ankles together. I pressed him into my cunt as deeply as I could pull him. I fucked him with a hard, crazed pumping of my calves against his back and ass.
Together, we became locked as one in a frenzied, rocking bear hug . . . fucking our brains right out!
That's the way we tore at each other for almost another full minute . . . pounding, clawing, throbbing with passsion . . . our hearts pounding like mad . . . our bodies soaring into sexual release.
CHAPTER FIVE
I felt my body begin to buck and writhe and twist-completely out of my control-as the cum rolled up through my loins and came shooting out of my red-hot cunt. Young Georgie came at almost precisely the same moment. His cock pumped up enormously and I felt his creamy jism go spurting deep into my cunt.
We both exploded in a wildly gyrating mass of sweating, passionate flesh. My pussy went
into spasms of erotic recklessness. Georgie's swollen cock-- jamming in and out of my cunt with abandon-drove me wild with ecstasy.
"Eeeiiieee!'' I screamed, my eyes wide, my back arched and my cunt banging up against Georgie's rampaging cock. "FllCK ME, YOll LITTLE STllD!"
He drove himself savagely, filling my hot, voracious cunt and pouring out his cum in a never-ending torrent of thick, creamy richness.
I reached out and clawed at his back and shoulders with my fingernails. I was being driven by forces I could not comprehend. My mind was like an animal's. All I could think of was having my blazing cunt rammed over and over by this cunt-starved young boy with the huge, satisfying hard cock!
With my legs firmly wrapped around him, hugging his back with a ferocious tenacity, we rolled around the bed-heaving and bouncing and fucking each other with every ounce of energy we had.
He kept his long hard prick imbedded deeply in my cunt, pumping the stiff meat to me steadily . . . greedily . . . coming as hard as any man ever came.
His eyes were tight, his teeth bared, his jaw set hard as if he were in agonized pain. He was
going through a spine-tingling come . . . that deep, rare kind of climax that racks a guy's balls and make them ache with a delicious, sweet ache of lustful, unfettered passion.
Those hot balls of his were slamming against the furry patch between my ass and my cunt . . . and against my asscheeks, driving me up the wall with that fast, steady thump of his loose, nut-filled sac against my hot flesh.
He had big balls, and they held a lot of hot cum. I swore he emptied them in me the first time, but now he was pouring out so much hot cum . . . drenching my whole crotch . . . the deep and cavernous pockets of my sizzling-hot cunt . . . and the lovely jism was seeping out and oozing over my pussy and his thick cock-hair as well.
For that matter, his boiling cum was bubbling up and blanketing us just as thickly. He had shot so much cum into me that it completely engulfeel any space inside my cunt that wasn't already filled with his hard cock.
When my cunt was full, the cum had no place to go, of course, except out around the sides of his fast-fucking cock. It squished and oozed out and spread its hot sauce-like goodness all over my pussy-hair and my thighs, and dripped down over his own flopp-
ing balls.
We were both so slippery in the crotch that our bodies were sliding deliciously against each other as we both demanded and got the fucking tribute we each were demanding from the other.
"Don't stop, baby," I urged, never taking my legs from around his back, as his cum shot from him in smaller wads. But I need not have worried.
Georgie didn't let up at all with his hot prick. He let it go on its own, lunging, speeding in and out of my sloshy, smooth, warm pussy. He was fucking me beautifully, satisfying me beyond my wildest fucking dreams . . . filling my cunt and stroking my clit with an expertise I'd never felt before.
I felt like I was in the middle of a cascading river of cum . . . being carried along on the churning rapids . . . with sticky, hot, thick cum spattering my face, my eyes . . . splashing into my mouth and eyes and ears. His hard-fucking cock rocked my body and added to the delicious fantasy.
It took Georgie and I quite a long time to come down from our mountaintop of rapture. I slowly relaxed and unwound my legs from around Georgie's back, and lay back on the
bed . . . my legs splayed out flat, wide apart, on the rumpled sheets.
He still rode his hot cock inside my cunt, but more gently, steadily, with greater precision and less animal urgency. He became a warm, gentle lover who kept my clit stimulated, my libido warm, but nourished all the motherly, cuddling tendencies within me.
I looked up at him my eyes glowing with satisfaction and completely fulfilled lust. "You are so good to me, Georgie, my baby," I whispered, "You take care of my cunt so beautifully. You fuck me so good!"
My whole body felt as though a warm blanket of his sweet cum had been spread over it. I wiggled deliciously and pulled him down to rest over my soft, curvaceous body, pushing against my big, voluptuous tits.
Then the doorbell rang.
Georgie's hard cock jerked from my hot cunt and he bounded form the bed. "Jesus!" he said, "Who the hell is that? I hope it's not my father and mother!"
"I'm sure it's not, Georgie," I said, trying to calm him down. "I don't think they'd ring the doorbell."
He rushed down the stairs, so upset he forgot to even put on a robe. "Georgie," I
yelled to him, holding a robe in my hand that I found on the back of a chair. But it was too late. He was already downstairs.
I ran to the top of the stairs and saw him looking out a window. It was still only a little after seven in the evening, and it was still light out. He turned around and started back to the stairs again.
"There's no one out there," he said. "It must have been Archie Keller, the paperboy. Probably went on when I didn't answer right away."
I went back to the bedroom and crawled into bed, so I didn't hear what happened next. But Georgie told me later that at just that moment, the back door had opened and Donnie Smith, another friend of his and Johnny's, walked in.
Donnie's eyes widened and a grin came over his face when he saw Georgie, his long cock hanging down all wet and swollen.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing without any clothes on?" he asked. "And your cock is all wet! You been jerking off all day while your parents are away?"
He laughed hard, pointing at Georgie's hot cock and doubling over, almost in hysterics.
Georgie's mind was racing. He wasn't so
terribly embarrassed about Donnie seeing him naked. After all, his cock hung out in gym class showers and every boy in the freshman class was aware of how big his prick was. And besides that, almost every boy in school jerked off a lot. They all did it and they were aware of each other's need to play with their hot young cocks.
When I didn't feel Georgie's warm flesh beside me back in bed for longer than I wanted to be without him, and his sweet cock, I got up and went back to the top of the stairs.
"Hey, Georgie darling," I called down softly, in my sexiest voice "Come on back, baby. What's keeping you? I need some more of your luscious hot young cock. Come and fuck me some more, sweetheart!"
I guess that must have just about made poor Georgie's hard-on fall off.
Donnie's eyes opened wide, his mouth fell slack, and Georgie told me later he looked like he'd just been hit by a bucket of wet shit. But it didn't take him long to recover, that's for goddamn sure.
"Who the fuck is that, Georgie?" he asked, his voice full of excitement and astonishment. "Are you really fucking some cunt upstairs?"
Before Georgie could stop him, Donnie was
rushing past him, through the house and up the stairs.
"Get back here, goddamn it, Donnie!" Georgie yelled. "Don't go up there, you fucking bastard!"
But Donnie would pay no attention to him. I heard the heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs, and my cunt gurgled with anxiety, full of wet juices and hot for another fuck. I thought it was Georgie hurrying up to fuck his hard pack into my cunt once more.
Then Donnie appeared in the doorway of Georgie's room and he saw me spread out on the bed, my big tits tingling with goose pimples, and my hairy cunt wide open and waiting for my lover's young stiff prick.
As surprised as we both were, I couldn't help laughing at the incredulous look on Donnie's face. He was absolutely dumfounded to see my naked body, with all my shapely curves and my big, billowing tits spread out like I was a bitch in heat.
Donnie had been in my house many times visiting my son Johnny. I had feel him milk and cookies when he was much younger. Now, it occurred to me suddenly, I'd have to feed
him some of my hot cunt, and my big, soft tits, if I was to keep him from blabbing it all over town that I had been fucking and sucking Georgie.
That wouldn't insure that he would keep quiet, of course, but if he had some hard fucking himself with a thirty-four-year old mother of a schoolmate, he would certainly be inclined to keep it to himself if he wanted to stay out of trouble. I knew his old man would slap hell out of him if he found out the kid had fucked me.
"Come over here, Donnie, baby," I said softly. "I want to see how you're hung. I'll bet you've got a nice hard cock there between your legs."
Slowly, reluctantly, he edged over next to the bed. Sure enough, his cock was pushing hard against the crotch of his pants.
When he got close enough, I reached over and ran my palm firmly along the long, hard outline of his hot cock. He was throbbing with excitement, his hard prick sticking out there for all the world to feel . . . or almost, anyway. At that moment, I was his world.
He said nothing, just gazed at my radiant, soft body . . . all shimmering with a thin film of perspiration for the hard fuck Georgie had given me . . . my tits jiggling . . . my pink
cunt-lips open and inviting.
His eyes bugged out like he had never seen a bare cunt before. And I was reasonably sure he had not. I knew for goddamn sure he'd never seen a beautiful woman like me spread out on a bed next to him, panting and hot for his cock.
I squeezed his darling young cock-that rippling, bony hard-on-in my hand, getting more anxious every second myself to enjoy a fuck at the hands of still another horny young teenager.
Indeed it had been a lucky stroke that had brought young Donnie Smith by to see Georgie just when he did. Otherwise, I might never have gotten another boy's cherry . . . and he might not have gotten his cock sucked damn near right off-his smooth young body!
That's another whole episode in my story . . . my biography of a boy-lovin' mom!
CHAPTER SIX
"OK, Donnie, it's time for you to lose your virginity, my young darling," I purred, stroking his young hard-on. "Take your clothes off, and Momma will give you a nice fucking. Be a good boy, let me see your sweet prick . . . let me taste the heat of your hard and horny young cock!"
Almost in a trance, speechless and wide-eyed, young Donnie Smith started peeling off his clothes. He picked up speed as he undress-
ed, until finally he was ripping away at his shoes and socks, and then he yanked down his undershorts.
He was built pretty damn nice, too, like my other teenage fucker, Georgie Downs. Both of them were big for their age. Donnie had a lovely cock, too, just like Georgie. His engorged prick stood out hard and straight from his loins, like it was straining on its leash, trying to fight its way to my hot, open cunt.
He had dark hair and dark eyes, and his boyish, impish manner and smoldering good looks made my cunt burn with passion.
Then suddenly he came to me. He fairly pounced onto the bed and all over me. He was overeager, fidgety, his mind racing with the excitement of his first piece of ass. It made me excited, too, to know I was going to break in another young kid to the ways of fucking.
Fucking teenage boys was beginning to get into my blood. I wondered for a brief instant if I could ever be satisfied again with anybody other than a teenage boy virgin I found those young, hard, nervous studs so fucking thrilling.
Donnie covered me with his body. His hands grasped my tits and began squeezing them in his fingers, sucking hard on my left one. The
soft tit-flesh oozed between his fingers and he kneaded it agilely, satisfying his own craving and turning my tits into a pair of hot centers of erotic pleasure.
I felt wondrous, flashing aches of hot sweetness go rushing over me, swirling in my tits, setting my brain on fire.
His young, wet, slobbering lips fell over one of my big, hard nipples . . . wetting it with lots of warm spit . . . and his tongue began licking quickly all over that hard, erect nub of eroticism.
He sucked hard, gobbling at my tit as though he were thirsty, just like he sucked his own mother's tit as a baby. And just as I had nursed Johnny. It turned us both on.
I didn't give a shit what psychiatrists might say about all this . . . like maybe I secretly wanted to fuck my own son . . . shit like that. I didn't give a damn about any of that psychological crap at a time like this. I just knew that young Donnie Smith was making my body respond to his tit-sucking like no man had ever been able to get me to respond.
Certainly, my husband never turned me on like these kids had done. All I wanted right now was to feel Donnie's hands and his mouth all over my body . .:. and then to feel his
hard, rampaging cock fucking hell right out of my trembling, hot cunt.
His body pressed against me with a ferociousness that made me tingle and my nerves jangle from head to toe. His hands and his mouth on my tits sent shiver after shiver racing all through my undulating body.
"All over me, darling," I murmured, my eyes half-closed. "Lick me all over. Suck my tits, but touch me everywhere. And lick my tummy, and my legs, and everyplace you'd like to put your lovely tongue!" I wanted it in my cunt, but I didn't want to frighten him off.
He went faster, flicking his tongue over and around my big, luscious tits. He put down a thick film of spit in an ever-widening circle around my tits. My jiggling mounds of hot tit swayed under his eager tongue. When he pressed, ever so tenderly, with the rigid tip of his tongue, the delicate flesh of my tits yielded to him in a most delicious, erotic fashion.
His hands moved over me, down to my waist, brushing my hot flesh, and I swooned under the sensations stirred by his gentle young fingers. They were strong and firm, yet gentle and full of tendemess. Fucking Donnie was going to be like another dream come true.
I couldn't wait for his hard cock to go ram-
ming deep into my wet cunt.
"Hurry, my young darling," I whispered. "I need your cock. I can't wait much longer. You make my body so fucking hot!"
Donnie moved down a little, letting his tongue lick over my smooth, tucked-in waist and down- my sides. I squirmed then. It was sensitive along my ribs and I felt a squishy, piercing ache of sweet pleasure as he licked quickly over my flesh.
Shivers swirled up my sides, across my hot, gently rolling tits, and set my hard nipples churning . . . full of fierce, aching desire.
Then I felt his tongue flicking along the edge of my downy, blonde pussy, and along the soft, exciting flesh of my inner thigh. I heard him moan as he got there, and I hoped against hope that he would not be afraid to suck my cunt.
He began licking faster and faster . . . up and down my legs and right into my crotch, even into my cunt-hair!
But when I spread my legs wide, and moaned like I was insane with hunger for his tongue, he backed off, I felt crestfallen . . . my cuntlips quivering and jerking in spasms of hot aniticipation.
He was too timid to touch his warm, soft
lips to my pink cunt. But I didn't despair for long. I vowed I'd break him into cunt-licking later. Right now, I was ready for a fuck . . . and I knew he was, too.
"Shove it to me, big boy!" I grunted hoarsely. My eyes were closed, and my legs were up in the air. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and felt him climbing in between them, his hard-on brushing against the tingling flesh of my leg.
He fitted between my soft thighs perfectly. I took his hard cock in my hand and felt its ample girth, its hot hardness.
Holding his beautiful young hard cock firmly in my hand, I rubbed k against my feverish clit. I slid it up and down over my hot nub felt exquisite stabs of delicious pleasure race up through my loins . . . until I couldn't stand anymore.
His cock-head was smeared with gobs of hot cuntjuice from my slippery cunt-lips. Then I placed that bulging, wide plum of a cock-head right inside my soft, pink cunt-lip folds and turned the rest over to my young teenage stud.
"Go, baby, fuck that luscious hard cock to me!" I cried. I opened up completely, giving my body to him, yet guiding him every step of the way as we prepared to fuck our heads off.
Donnie was panting and gasping, hotter than-hell, and full of enthusiasm and nervous excitement for his maiden fuck.
He straightened up, his weight on his hands and knees, in the classic "push-up" stance.
He braced himself and then gave one hard shove with his hips. And he Jammed that hard, long cock of his straight into my hot cunt.
I felt it go soaring into my torrid cunt and right up as far as his long cock-shaft could take him. His loins slammed into my crotch as his balls and his rampaging loins stopped him from shoving it farther. He was like a young bull the way he powered that steely-hard prick into my ripe, wet cunt.
I was glad my pussy was so wet, so soft and pliant. If I was a virgin, with a tight, dry cunt, I could have been torn apart.
Donnie rammed and shoved his rigid prick to me right off the bat. He didn't seem to know his own strength. His adrenaline was flowing so hard that he didn't realize his prick was fucking me savagely . . . furiously . . . without let-up . . . without regard for anything except his own incredible craving for hot cunt.
But he couldn't have done anything that would have turned me on harder, or made my
cunt hotter for his young cock.
He filled my cunt with so much hard cock, and shoved it in and out so fast , I was afraid be would pop his cum quickly. I didn't want that to happen, so I slapped my legs up over him, pulled him to me, and squeezed as hard as I could.
His body felt wonderful to me, swaddled between my legs 1ike that. And I was able, somehow, to hold him still for a moment when I felt his cock start to swell up, ready to explode.
"Easy, baby, easy," I cautioned soothingly. "Let's not shoot all that sweet cum so soon. Let's make it last. Let's just rest a second and then you can start fucking me hard again. I want to keep that prick of yours nice and hard for a loooong, loooong time!"
But I had been so accustomed to fucking men, whose pricks so often got flabby and soft after they came, that I'd forgotten how easy it was for a teenage kid to get his cock up again.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Burgess," he said quickly. "I can keep my cock hard even if I come four or five times. I've jerked off seven times in one night before, and I still went to sleep with a hard-on!"
I had to smile at his beautiful, fresh in-
nocence. "Of course," I laughed, "I almost forgot! I'm new at fucking teenagers myself. So I guess we just have to get used to each other, don't we? We have to adjust to each other's cocks and cunts, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he said softly, apparently disappointed that I had interrupted his first come. I had to make it up to him, so I relaxed my leg-hug around his back and just brushed my knees against his ribs, savoring the feel of his hard-driving hips as he began once more to fuck his long, hard dick into my hot, welcoming pussy.
I began to work my ass, too, trying to keep up with his furious pace. His healthy, lust-driven prick rode hard and fast in and out of my cunt as I humped him deliciously with my passion-heated cunt.
Every time he fucked his hot cock into my cunt, I rose up to meet it. My cunt-lips opened up like the lips of my mouth, as though I were eating him up. Then those quivering, highly agitated cunt-lips wrapped around his hard cock-meat and smoothly rode all along his cock-shaft as he sank it deep into my soft, secret cunt-hole.
His balls slammed repeatedly up against my ass-crack as I turned my ass up to meet his hot
thrusts. It was a hard, erotic, driving fucking young Donnie was giving me and it felt glorious! My cunt was soaked in the hot oil-of my cuntjuice.
And his balls were getting heavier and heavier, weighted down with the impending load of thick cum he was getting ready to deliver deep inside my hot body . . . deep inside my big pink ditch of a cunt.
I saw the faraway, frenzied look in his eyes as he mounted that ramming come. It was frenzied, half-crazed with lust, uncomprehending. He was focused completely on his cock, on my cunt, on the bone-rattling excitement that I brought to him with my hot, luscious cunt.
Then I felt his hard prick grow bigger and bigger around. It wedged against the walls of my cunt, pushing them out as he fast-fucked me. His loins beat a rapid-fire staccato against my crotch as he hit me over and over with his long cock.
Without a word of warning, he leaned back, shoved his prick like a sword of stiff flesh way up into my hot cunt, and unleashed a torrential outpouring of the hottest, thickest cum I'd ever felt.
It was like a hot shower of boiling honey
spurting all over the trembling flesh of my deep cunt. Over and over, I felt spurts of the creamy jism hit the far upper part of my rolling, bucking cunt. I couldn't begin to count the number of loads of cum that young kid shot into me. He pumped out the cum like it was water . . . and it made my whole crotch swim in a pool of sticky, oozing wonder.
My whole body was alive with the fascination of being fucked royally. And I mean royally. I've never been so hot-fucked before or since, even though I've had some exceptionally good young cock.
Quickly, as he was still ramming me hard and steady with his marvelous hard cock, the thought flashed across my mind. "What if I was sucking him off now, and he pumped all that fantastic cum into my mouth?" I shuddered at the idea. I almost wished I had given him a blowjob first.
But his fucking was a wildly wonderful one. My cunt filled right to the brim and spilled over. His cum splashed around my cunt-lips every time he fucked his cock into me.
By the time he finally slowed down and took a break, we were both covered with a fine mist of creamy jism . . . both bathed in a delicious blanket of his first load of fuck-cum.
It was a time to celebrate. What better way, I thought, to celebrate Donnie's first fucking than by giving him his first cock-sucking?
CHAPTER SEVEN
I gazed over at Donnie on the bed and saw how much hot cum still clung to his stiff cock and drooled down over his balls. His prick was still pulsing softly from his hard fuck, still throbbing with the rich satisfaction of a thorough, ball-draining piece of ass. I leaned over and got ready to suck that beautiful prick absolutely clean.
"Lay back, darling, and let me take care of Mr. Wonderful here," I said, taking his still
stiff cock in my hand. "Time for a nice tongue bath! "
Now I really started to get itchy and hot. My cunt was actually trembling, and I felt a sort of dull throb in the pit of my stomach as I anticipated the full-mouth feeling of taking all that hard cock between my hot lips.
I moved over between his outstretched legs and began licking his crotch in teasing little flicks of my tongue. Quickly, I ran it up and down the soft part of his leg, on the inside, above his knee. Then I went right up into his curly, wispy cock-hair. Then-in a flash- back down underneath his balls.
I tried to give him a feeling of my tongue being everywhere--darting to and fro-arousing him with fast, exciting stabs.
Then I let my warm, wet lips and my flicking tongue roam up to his flat, muscle-taut belly . . . to his navel . . . where I stuck my tongue straight into that sensuous little hole. It glistened damp and shiny with my spit.
I moved back down over his loins with my tongue, spreading small circles of wetness, until I was back at his hip again.
His hard cock was so beautiful, towering up against my cheek and my arm as I sucked, sometimes brushing against the soft, jiggly
roundness of my swaying tit, that I wanted to squeal and cuddle it in my mouth.
But I decided to give Donnie an especially hot, drawn-out cock-sucking. I wasn't going to let him shoot his cum into my mouth until I was ready. And that would take a long, long time. I decided to work him up very high, then ease off a few times, before I let him crack his nuts and flood my mouth with his wonderful, teenage cum.
And before I even took his stiff cock in my mouth, I'd have his loins in an uproar, his cock bulging and panting with lust.
"Like my tongue, darling?" I murmured. "Like to feel my warm tongue licking all over your sweet body, and down onto your hot balls?"
"Ohhh, God yes! Jeez, Mrs. Burgess, you can really turn a guy on. Your tongue makes my cock want to bust wide open!"
I giggled like a schoolgirl as I playfully slapped his fingers away from my drooling cunt. I loved to have him touch me, especially in the cunt, but it was my turn now to tease and lick him, and I couldn't let him distract me. Otherwise, I'd end up on the bottom again and never would get to taste his gorgeous hard, throbbing prick.
My tongue went to his other leg, down by his ankle, and licked slowly upward with wet, soft, agonizing laps, putting down a moist blanket that was eventually to cover Donnie's young body from his nipples to his knees.
My tongue was like a tantalizing brush, swabbing him erotically, letting him know how much I loved his body . . . how much I wanted to suck his hot, hard young prick.
His skin tasted deliciously hot and vibrant, and I was anxious to feel his cum in his mouth so I could see what that tasted like, too.
But I held back the growing, swelling tug deep inside my cunt. I wanted to savor this beautiful impending blowjob. I wanted it to last forever.
"Mrs, Burgess, my balls are really pounding," Donnie croaked. "I think I might shoot my cum. You're making me awful hot!"
His prick was throbbing rapidly, with hard, pulsating thumps, and I saw a little dribble of warm juice seeping from the slit in his cockhead. I held his hard prick in my hand for a moment and licked the oozing love-juice from his cock.
He hadn't shot his cum-load yet, but he was indeed close as hell. That telltale pre-orgasmic film of sticky juice was strong evidence that his
loins were in turmoil . . . that his hard young cock was only a short way from erupting.
Then I let go and didn't touch him at all for nearly a minute, just sitting next to him, talking soothingly to him . . . letting him calm down enough to let me go on with my hot-mouthed sucking.
"Hang on, baby," I cooed. "Just calm down, sweetheart, and relax. Let your cock take a breather. We don't want to shoot all that precious hot cum yet, do we? We want to make it last and last!"
I could see him unwind his tensed muscles, and his cock pulsed with a slower beat, but stayed nice and hard and thick. His heaving, trembling belly stopped its wild, gyrating dance as he listened to my soft and sultry voice.
When I thought it was safe, I began once again to give him my hot tongue. And this time I was going for the big prize-his hard cock and his hot and spurting cum!
My head moved right down into his cock-hair. I made my tongue stiff and straight and probed with the end of it between his wispy, wiry hair. I tickled the tender skin of his loins, under his cock-hair, making him writhe and moan all over.
My chin slid along the hot shaft of his big, rigid prick. The heat of his throbbing, thick cock burned against the soft flesh of my face and made my cunt ripple with excitement. Imagine what that hot cock would do to my tongue when I gobbled it into my mouth.
I wet down all of his curly young cock-hair, making it shine and glisten with my spit. Then I let my hot, hungry tongue wander over to the base of his eager young hard-on.
"Uuuggghhh, ohhhh, Mrs. Burgess," he whined. He lifted his ass and turned his hips, shoving his prick right up to my lips. He wanted to shove his hard cock right down my throat-that I knew.
"Please, suck my cock now, Mrs. Burgess! Pleeeeze! I'm burning up! I think my cock's gonna burst into a thousand pieces!"
Poor baby, I thought. I yearned for him. I knew how hot he was . . . and I loved it. I just adored the way I could make his cock so hot, so fucking hard! And I loved the way he got so fucking high so fast. His hard young cock was enough to make a woman sell her soul.
I started licking the side of his upright, thick, pounding prick, holding that luscious hard cock in one hand at the base, and lapped right up to his plum-like young cock-head.
My tongue teased him and tantalized him, made his hot cock burn with excitement, and his loins jerk and convulse in delightful spasms of hot passion.
He moaned heavily, his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open. He shivered delightedly, his body hungering for more of my eager cock-sucking.
I fondled his soft, loose balls in one hand while I licked up and over and around the other side of his rigid prick, licking lightly and quickly, just giving his cock that feathery touch that made him twitch wildly.
His long, hard, rapidly pounding cock was turning to a dark crimson as his lust mounted. He was panting hard. And purple, bulging veins stuck out and wound their way the whole length of his hard and throbbing prick.
I knew I had to take his cock in my mouth soon, or else ease up again and let him rest to avoid having him shoot his cum prematurely. He was such a ravenous young stud.
His purplish-red cock-head was drawn so tight, its skin so shiny, it seemed as though it might split.
That's when I decided to suck his cock without taking a breath.
I lapped my tongue fight up to the top,
swirled it around his cock-head like a wet, sensuous mop, then opened my warm, wet lips and slid them deliciously over his hot, burgeoning prick.
I clasped my lips shut firmly over his cockhead and slowly, softly slid them down the whole length of his incredible, granite-like, lust-swollen hard cock.
My mouth was filled right up, crammed to the tonsils with his hard, marvelous prick. It throbbed against my tongue, that sweet prick of his, and I felt my stomach flutter with excitement. My cunt flickered with hot, pulsating throbs of passion as I began to suck him off.
"Beauuuuutiful!" he whined, stretching and shoving his hard prick up into my mouth. His whole body was tensed, turning and squirming with passion and greedy, demanding lust.
"Suck my cock hard, Mrs. Burgess," he coaxed, his voice raspy and filled with hot emotion. The words were choked out, thin and agonized. He was crying for me to squeeze his cum from his balls, to suck out his hot jism.
He didn't need to tell me. I wanted to suck up his cum as much as he wanted to shoot it out. I wanted to taste his burning jism and feel
it slide down my throat and coat my cum-hungry stomach. I wanted to devour his eager young cock forever.
I began pumping my face up and down on his long, stiff cock, my cheeks hollow and gaunt from the pressure I applied with my hot mouth to that wonderful cock of his.
And all the time I sucked him so hard, with steady, long, pressure-laden sucks, I fondled his balls, caressing them lightly, making them contract with hot anticipation of the glorious come he knew was on its way in just a few moments.
I let my fingers roam to his inner thighs and then over his hairy balls and down into the crack of his hot, smooth young ass. I stroked between his ass and his balls. He moaned even louder, crying for release from this delicious torment.
My mouth was flying by now, sliding up and down on his hot, straining big prick. My lips lathered him and my tongue licked his hard cock-meat every inch of the way as I kept sucking up and down on that magnificent hard cock.
Faster and faster I sucked, hotter and hotter grew his rigid cock, and he came closer and closer to that exquisite moment when his
climax would peak and he would feel the floodgates of-his cum-reservoir open.
"Oohhh, Mrs. Burgess, Jeesus, Mrs. Burgess, ohhh, my balls . . . my cock . . . my God . . . I'm gonna come!" he yelled. "I'm gonna come . . . noooooow, noooow, Mrs. Burgess . . . I'm cooommmiinnnggg! "
I scrambled to my knees, still fucking my face rapidly, taking his cock-all that huge, hard, thick hunk of hot meat-and practically swallowing it on every raging lunge of my mouth.
I went down, deep and hard, and sucked his wondrous prick with every bit of grasping, hungering power in my lips and cheeks and tongue. I scraped his prick's underside with my wet, fevered tongue and suddenly I felt the gushing hot cum smother my gums and my entire mouth.
It was luscious, hot, creamy-smooth. The sweetest cum a woman would ever want to drink. Hot, delicious cum that rolled and slapped and sprayed over my tonsils and swept down my throat like a cascading waterfall of bliss.
"Take it all, Mrs. Burgess," Donnie cried. "Suck me dryyyy! Pump that hot mouth until my cock can't take another fucking suck,
babeeee!"
And suck I did . . . without a thought for anything except satisfying our mutual, unbridled lust.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donnie's young cock was primed and pumping out its cum in hot, rapid spurts into my trembling lips. My hair flew all over as I kneeled over his outstretched body, sucking his hard young cock furiously . . . taking his big hard cock into my warm, wet lips over and over.
I couldn't get enough of his rigid, cum-spewing cock. I sucked and sucked, fucking my face until I thought my lips would melt from the heat of his throbbing prick.
His cum kept shooting from his hard, tight cock-head and sliding over my fast-lapping tongue, gliding down my throat and making my whole body tremble with lust and feverish passion.
Donnie's body was hit with spasms of incredible, aching pleasure as he shot one big load of hot cum after another into my waiting mouth. Every time he spewed out another wad of cum, I could feel his hard prick swell up and pulsate as the shot burst out through his cock-shaft.
Sucking his prick was like riding a bucking bronco, but I held onto it firmly and my hot lips never left his hard prick. I had that luscious cock in both hands and my mouth was clamped tight over his burning meat.
My tits were flopping around crazily as I bounced and lunged and twisted to keep my lips on his tormented cock. My hair was disheveled and flying. I felt trickles of sweat run down my temples and drop on my erect, quivering nipples.
I drank his cum as fast as he could shoot it into my mouth. He filled my mouth with the precious stuff and made me hotter than fucking hell. My cunt was in flames . . . bursting at the seams with lustful passion, and the cunt
juice just oozed from me and fell all over the bed as we bounced around.
Donnie was so full of cum that it took him a long time to slow down and reluctantly stop spilling it out of that delicious hard cock of his. He still pumped his prick in soft, involuntary lurches for several minutes before he finally sighed deeply and relaxed . . . completely spent from my hot cock-sucking.
But I didn't stop just because he did. I went right on bathing him in warm wet laps of my tongue, licking him clean of all the creamy jism he had shot all over himself. I licked up and down his hard prick, wiping him off with my moist, warm tongue until I had washed him completely, even his balls and thighs.
"Whoooeee," he sighed. "You took my breath away, and all my cum, and just about everything else!" He laughed and breathed deeply, trying to get his breath back. It made me feel good to know I'd given him the kind of blowjob he liked.
After a little rest, Donnie and I fucked for about another hour. I came and came once he got that sweet prick of his hard again and began banging my cunt the way I liked it.
We were all over the bed again, tossing and turning and yelling our heads off, fucking each
other so hard my cunt ached and his prick was damned near raw from shoving it in and out.
All this time, Georgic had been sitting across the room, quietly sulking sometimes getting up and going downstairs for awhile. He had a hard-on most of the time, and I guessed that he was jealous and angry about Donnie.
Too bad, I-thought, but I'm not a one-boy woman, no matter how good a fuck Georgie was, anymore than I ever was a one-man woman. I just love to fuck. That's why I'm divorced. I just couldn't keep my pants on when there was a good, hard cock around.
My ex-husband caught me fucking his boss right in the office one day. That was the end of my marriage, and, of course, the boss didn't want to marry me. Not that I wanted another husband, anyway.
I've drifted around since then fucking my male hairdresser-that's right, they're not all gay-and my supermarket manager, and the dry cleaner, and my attorney, to name only a few. I don't like to pick up guys in bars. And, now that I'd discovered boys, fucking men my own age was the last thing on my mind.
Georgie came back into the bedroom as Donnie and I were lying on the bed resting. As strange as it may sound, I'd had enough fuck-
ing for one evening. My cunt was singing with pleasure and my body was finely tuned and humming a sweet rhapsody of passion.
Georgie was smiling broadly and I knew there was something on his mind. He had an idea that turned out to be a good one.
"Listen," he said excitedly, "Donnie and I are going away next weekend for an outing with our Scout troop. The Scoutmaster has been trying to line up fathers to go with us as counselors, but I know he still needs at least one or two more. They've never had a woman come along before, but I bet they'd love to have you if you'd do it, Mrs. Burgess! Would you? We'd get a separate tent for you so there wouldn't be anything for anybody to talk about. What do you say?"
Donnie blurted out his excitement before I had a chance to answer. "That's a great Idea!" he said. "Please say yes, Mrs. Burgess. We could have a hell of a time. Georgie and I could come over to your tent in the middle of the night and we could fuck and you could suck us . . . and I might-even lick your cunt! C'mon! it would be a great fucking weekend!"
I had some misgivings about such a fling, but I had to admit that it was appealing. It
would bring back old memories. The first time I ever got fucked was in the woods with a boy about my own age. We had gone hiking, and he pulled me down on the soft mat of a fir tree grove. It had been wonderful getting a hard cock up my young cunt while gazing up at the sky.
"OK, I'll do it, if the Scoutmaster says it's all right with him," I said.
"Hooray!" Georgie shouted, jumping up and down and dancing around the room naked. His hot young cock bounced up and down wildly as he cavorted around.
Donnie reached over and shoved a finger right up my cunt as his way of saying "thank you." It felt great, but I reluctantly made him withdraw it. We'd fucked long enough for the first time, and I didn't want his mother to get anxious about where he was. It was going on nine o'clock, and I reminded him he'd better get home before she got the police out looking for him. He got dressed and left, thanking me profusely for letting him fuck me and for sucking him off so beautifully.
When he had gone, Georgie came back to bed and we fucked and sucked for another couple of hours before we both fell off to sleep.
I went hom in the morning, my cunt satisfied and happy. But by the time the weekend trip came up, I was horny as hell again, and ready to take on the whole fucking Scout troop in a game of hide the cock. You can guess where I'd let than hide it-right in my hot, fucking cunt!
The Scoutmaster had agreed so quickly and eagerly to my coming along as a counselor that I had some grave suspicions that he might try to fuck me himself. But a need not have worried. I found out later from the boys that he was gay. He had even tried to suck them off on earlier trips, but they were not into that . . . especially now. All they could think about these days was shoving their stiff young cocks into my ripe and ready pussy. I guess I had turned them on pretty hard.
At the camp, I met all the other counselors, all fathers, and got the usual leers and smiles and corny jokes. They all had hard-ons, I was sure, and I even saw a couple of them shift their cocks and balls in their pants from the strain I was placing on them.
But most of them were middle-aged and paunchy and graying. Not my types, that's for
sure. My eyes were on all the hot young kids running around with their cocks and balls flopping inside their pants, just waiting for a nice shapely older lady to come along and relieve them of all their hot cum.
Since I didn't know anything about teaching them things for their merit badges or advancement tests like how to build a lean-to, or start a fire, shit like that-I was assigned to act as a lifeguard for the boys who were swimming.
I'm an excellent swimmer, and everyone was delighted to discover that I had brought my suit . . . a skimpy little bikini. I had nine boys down at the lake for a dip and it was my turn to be delighted. I found that all of them were wearing tight brief trunks that clearly outlined their cocks and balls. I was able to pick out right away those that were hung the heaviest and had the hardest hard-ons!
When I walked out on the dock in my bikini . . . my big soft tits almost falling out of my halter . . . and the bottom half barely covering my bushy cunt . . . the kids all whistled and stared.
"Jeez, Mrs. Burgess, you're all right!" cried out Keith Sampson, the patrol leader. "If I was a little older, I'd ask you for a date!"
I was standing right next to him on the dock, and I noticed that he had by far the biggest bulge in his swim trunks. His crotch was just overloaded with hard, straining cock and big, balloon-like balls. He'd been in the water, and his firm, well-built young body was dripping with droplets of lake water. He was a picture of sensuous youth and my cunt churned with excitement as stood next to him.
Moving closer, I looked him straight in the eye, my thigh and my soft tit brushing lightly against his damp skin as I spoke. "Age isn't really important, Keith," I said huskily. "What matters is whether there is the right chemistry between a woman's body and that of her lover. Sometimes a younger boy can be just what an older woman needs."
I was breathing heavily by now, and I felt heavy, delightfully erotic goose pimples all over my body. My shapely curves were engulfeel in them, and Keith must have noticed.
I heard him gasp softly, his heart pounding hard, his eyes a little wide. "That sounds very interesting, Mrs. Burgess, " he said knowingly. "I'll have to look into that." His eyes were right on my cunt as he spoke. I wondered if he meant he'd look into my thoughts about older women and yonger boys . . . or if he'd look
into my cunt. I hoped it would be both.
Right then, I had an impulse that was unusual, even for a horny cunt like me. "Let's go in the water," I said. "I'll race you out to the floating deck over there! Last one there is a fag!" I knew that would get him, and it did.
We swam briskly, almost neck and neck, the fifty feet to the dock. He beat me by about two yards, which I let him do, because that was part of my plan. He grasped the dock, staying in the water, and I came up behind him, underwater, and firmly grasped his hard cock and those big, beautiful balls.
True, he still had his swim trunks on, but he was so startled that it was easy for me to get behind him and come around his body with my other hand, still underwater, and slip it down the band at the top of the trunks.
I quickly shifted hands and got his whole meaty, throbbing-hard young cock right in my hand. It was like a hard snake. Big around. Beating like an overtaxed heart. Full of youthful vitality, with a wide, smooth cockhead that felt like velvet against my soft fingers.
I rubbed my fist up and down on his confined prick and got my other hand down inside his trunks, too, and began stroking his hot,
soft balls.
Since I was behind him, with my arms wrapped around his taut, quivering body, my big tits were pressed hard against his back. My legs were stroking softly against his ass and thighs . . . and my cunt ground seductively against his asscheeks.
"Feel good, baby?" I snickered. "Like to fuck a horny lady twice your age? Want to show me what a good fucking a patrol leader can give a hot, wet cunt?"
He was so shocked so surprised and full of aching desire, that he couldn't even answer me at first. But his hot young cock was doing all the talking I needed to hear . . . or feel.
His sweet prick was so fucking hard I thought it would snap off in my hand. He was gasping for breath as he treaded water, and his cock just got hotter and hotter!
"Yes, my God, yes!" he finally blurted. "But not here. Not in the water. I want to fuck you where we can do it right. I want to fuck you so bad I can already feel your cunt-flesh rubbing against my cock! " He hesitated, then added, "And Mrs. Burgess, would you do something else? Will you suck my cock? I'd like that a lot. I'd love to have you suck my cock!''
He stared at me wide-eyed, almost begging, as though getting his hard prick in my mouth was everything in the world to him.
I smiled benevolently. "Of course, my darling young stud," I said. "I'll suck your cock. You only have to promise that you'll let me have all the cum I can possibly swallow!"
CH~IER NINE
After lights out in the camp that night, I snuggled into my little tent alone and lay expectantly on top of my sleeping bag-bare-assed. My cunt was hot and wet and ready. My tits hummed with excitement. I waited for Keith to come and fuck my cunt.
It was nearly midnight when I heard the tent flap rustle and saw his brawny, luscious body slip inside.
"I thought you'd never get here, my
darling," I murmured. "I've been longing to feel your cock fucking into my cunt. I'm desperate for a good, deep, hard fuck!"
He slipped his clothes off hurriedly and joined me on my sleeping bag. His cock was so beautifully hard and long. It rubbed against my thigh as he moved on top of me and pressed his lips to mine.
I wrapped my arms around my young lover's neck and pulled him to me, opening my mouth and letting him shove his hot tongue deep inside. I sucked on his tongue and ran my fingers up and down his back as he cupped one of my hot tits in his fingers and squeezed hard, pinching my nipple and making me squirm with delight.
His hand went quickly down to my crotch and his fingers slipped through my thick blonde cunt-hair. He rubbed his hand gently over my whole crotch and set off sparks of erotic pleasure all through my loins.
"Ohh, that feels wonderful, sweetheart," I moaned. "Keep on doing that! Your hands are so gentle, and they turn me on . . . make me sooo . . . hot!"
He was breathing hard, almost panting, with passionate emotion. His nostrils flared, and he stared at me wide-eyed as be fingered
my cunt and pawed at my hot tits.
Then his head lowered to my nipple and he took one of them greedily into his lips and began sucking hard. My whole areola tingled, and my nipple-already hard-grew bigger and more erect under his urgent, hot sucking.
His tongue flicked over my nipple time and time again as he sucked. His lips were covering the nipple completely and he kept them firmly clamped on my trembling tit as I began to squirm and run my fingers through his hair.
I hugged his bobbing head to my tit, delighted beyond belief that I had found another horny and well-hung teenage stud to fuck me.
And Keith obviously was old enough to have had some fuck-experience before. I doubted that he had ever fucked anybody my age, but he certainly knew what he was doing . . . and he sucked tit very well indeed! I only hoped he fucked as well.
It would be awhile before I found out, though, because the next thing I knew he had abandoned my tits and was licking his way right down to my crotch.
Down over my tummy he lapped fervently, setting off chills of rapture that sent goose pimples all over my arms and legs. He didn't
dawdle. He moved right along, licking over my loins-back and forth, from side to side--and then down over my shapely thighs . . . and then right into my furry, twitching pussy.
I felt overjoyed. I hadn't dared to dream that he would go for my cunt right away. I thought I'd have to coax him into licking my clit and my red-hot cunt-lips. I'd found another sweet lover who could set my loins on fire and give me all the good cunt-licking I needed so much.
I strained and stretched my legs as far apart as I could, hooking one heel up on a tent support, the other across the bare ground, nearly touching the other tent wall.
He moved in between my legs, flat on his belly, and went to work in earnest on my hot cunt with his wet flailing tongue.
He worked closer to my clit, every flick of his agile tongue sending my head into a spin. I couldn't focus on a thing but the hot lust in my desperately horny, hot pussy.
Cunt-juice was saturating my cunt, seeping out into my pussy-hair, wetting my crotch with a sticky, sweet goo that Keith lapped up wildly.
Keith's tongue flipped and spun, circled and teased, and moved over my cunt-lips with the
erotic grace of a skilled cunt-licker. He had parted my pussy-hair with his fingers and was rubbing his dripping tongue up and down along my bloated cunt-lips with flicking, darting, agitating laps that made me squirm with excitement and desire.
Moans filled the air-both mine and his. We were so well suited to each other. Our bodies worked rhythmically together, rocking and rolling in perfect unison as he gave me a delicious pussy-licking. It was a beautiful job. I couldn't wait for what was to come later, when he got to my clit.
And just then he did it. His mouth moved up quickly, all of a sudden, and he touched just the end of his hot tongue against the tip of my erect, burning clit.
"Aaaiiieeeyyy! God almighty!" I shrieked. "Ohh, Keith darling, your tongue makes my cunt want to scream and shout and go shooting off into the sky!"
"Mmmmmm," he moaned, gobbling up my hot clit frenziedly into his slobbering, drenched lips. His mouth felt so smooth and warm and wonderful in my cunt. My clit was awash with hard, swirling pleasure that went shooting up into my cunt with every lick, every suck.
The exquisite, rapturous sensations that went screaming through my cunt got harder and harder. I kept crying out, unable to control my hot emotions, my quivering body. my trembling pussy-lips.
I set my jaw and shut my eyes as he sucked so deliciously; so rapidly, so ravenously on my clit. His hands roamed all over my loins, up and down my thighs, and right into my crotch, arousing me still further as he shoved his tongue in and out of my hot, wet cunt, and then back and forth across my throbbing clit. It was pure ecstasy raw cunt-licking sex at its ever-loving best!
My hips went right up off the sleeping bag to meet his lapping tongue. I was so fucking hot, and so jumpy, that only the slightest touch of his wet tongue was enough to send me into hysterics.
When he had gotten me deliriouly high from his hot lapping over all parts of my cunt, he bored in and began to make a concerted effort to make me climax.
He took my whole, trembling clit into his wet, soft lips and began to twist and turn his head. He slid his hands under my ass and held a cheek in each palm. Then he started sucking firmly and persistently on that hot, explosive
little nub of erotic flesh.
My clit ached-incredibly hard-and I felt those hot spasms of erotic pleasure coursing around in my loins until I thought I could not breathe.
My hips jerked and my whole body was in a state of excited, lustful anxiety. I writhed and twisted and ground my cunt up into his face, straining and fighting to escape his clutches . . . his hot tongue . . . his deliciously tormenting mouth.
But it was no use. He clung to my ass and kept his arms wrapped around my thighs. I loved every bit of his cunt-licking, every lap of his pleasure-giving tongue, but he was wearing me to a frazzle, turning my pussy into a seething mass of fiery liquids.
I thought I could never get away from his agonizingly delicious pussy-lapping. My temples were bursting from the steady pounding of my hot blood. My guts felt like they'd be wrenched out at any fucking moment.
He gently nudged my clit's tender head with his tongue and-pow!-that's all she wrote, brother. My cunt exploded with a fury I'd never felt before.
I thought my cunt and my ass and my very soul would be ground up in a maddeningly
pounding, thrashing, churning maelstrom of flashing lights and pussy-piercing havoc. It was a cyclonic nightmare inside my cunt that came whooshing up from deep inside me and turned my world into a glorious, bone-rattling come of such magnitude that I wondered whether I'd live through it.
That come was so hard and deep and heavy, I felt like I was having a heart attack, an enema and a thousand orgasms all at once!
"AAAIIIEEEGGGHHH, JEEESSUUSS!" I bellowed. My eyes were open wide, my body heaving and bucking up and down, my cunt ramming over and over into Keith's eager, ravenous mouth as he gobbled my exploding cunt, sucking up my foaming, white-hot pussy-sauces.
I grabbed the sleeping bag beneath me with both fists, nearly ripping the tough, synthetic material, snatching up handfuls of it as I held on and arched my back, looking down to see the flood of juice gushing from my frenzied, overheated cunt.
It looked like a river of white cream cascading down over my cunt-lips and rippling over Keith's hot, gasping lips.
The spewing, bubbling-hot juice half-choked Keith as it drained in spurting, torren-
tial splendor from my hot cunt.
His fingernails dug into my asscheeks and I couldn't even feel it. He was so excited, so hot to lap up all my cum, that he didn't even realize he was cutting into the soft flesh of my ass.
It didn't matter. All that mattered to either of us was all-out lust. We let go all our deepest inhibitions and enjoyed the most far-out, hot cunt-licking two people anywhere ever experienced.
My fingernails were digging into my palms as I gripped the sleeping bag. I screamed and squealed and wailed, moaning and flailing my legs, beating Keith on the ass with my heels, clawing at his head, pulling his hair, then clamping my palms against my ears and heaving my entire body up in the air.
Only my shoulders and my feet touched the ground. The rest of my body formed an arc, my hot cunt about a foot off the sleeping bag.
Keith clung to my ass tenaciously. He was up on his knees, his mouth still clamped tightly over my furry, blazing, cum-drenched cunt. He fought to keep his balance and still lick my cunt and clit with renewed fury and determination.
His face shone in the dim light of my
lantern, glistening with juice that covered him from his hairline to his chin. Gobs of my thick, sticky cunt juice stuck to his eyelids. More was in his nostrils, and he had so much of that sweet cum along his upper lip that it looked like a liquid mustache.
I heaved a giant sigh and backed down to the ground, giving up a final, urgent convulsion within my red-hot cunt-and shooting out one last, creamy gob of pussy-fluid.
I lay back exhausted beyond belief . . . my cunt a ragged, deliriously happy pink grotto of erotic gratitude.
Keith had eaten my cunt like no one in history had ever licked a pussy before . . . and probably never would again.
CHAPTER TEN
"Boy, Mrs. Burgess, I sure loved licking that hot cunt of yours!" Keith Sampson blurted excitedly. His face was still covered with thick gobs of juices, but he had leaned back against a tent pole, resting. I had to admit to him that he was the best I'd ever had as far as cuntlapping was concerned. He made my loins burn with total, unrelieved ecstasy and agony. It was the most complete job of swabbing out my cunt that any male had ever
performed.
"With a tongue like that," I said, "you'll never have to work a day in your life!"
Keith seemed dazed, happy, sitting there with cum dribbling down his cheeks, his chest heaving as be fought to get his breath. His cock was hard and throbbing with passion. But didn't rest for long.
After a couple of minutes, with my cunt still spinning dizzily from that fabulous cunt-licking he'd given me, he dabbed quickly at his face, wiping the sauce off as best he could, and then jumped up and scrambled on top of me.
"Now I'm going to get mine, sweetheart," he mumbled, laughing a low, rumbling kind of laugh. His hands worked over my tits, filling his fingers with my soft round mounds and squeezing them, rubbing them with feverish grasps.
"Yes, that's what I need now, you hot little cock!" I answered excitedly. "Shove that hard young cock of yours way up my cunt! Fuck me as good as you licked my cunt and I'll give you anything you want. All you have to do is name it, baby!''
"All I want is your hot ass, Mrs. Burgess," he said, grabbing for my hairy cunt with trembling fingers. "All I want to do is feel my
hard prick sinking deep into that soft, wet pussy of yours. Jesus, your cunt is hot inside. You know that?"
"Yes, yes, I know, baby! I know! Just fuck me!"
Keith was right in the saddle-between my outstretched legs-and his hot hard cock was pounding against my cunt-lips, throbbing with desire.
He just bad to wiggle his ass a little, which he did, and his hard cock-head slid beautifully right in between my slithering cunt-lips and went sailing smoothly and hard right up the whole length of his hot prick!
In that delicious split second, he rammed my cunt full of his hard cock-meat and began banging me with fast, deep strokes that jarred my whole body.
He was a hungry, demanding fucker. His hot cock needed a hard, ambitious fucking, and he was determined that he was going to get it. I certainly wasn't going to argue with that.
His cock was a large one, bigger than Georgie's, and I guessed it must be close to eleven inches long! It plowed back and forth in my hot, slippery cunt with lustful, powerful strokes.
His swollen cock pushed out the sides of my
cunt so far, stretching my cunt-lips apart, and making me hot and filled with tremendous shuddering tremors.
Keith was driving into my pussy with a fury born of hot passionate lust and an overwhelming need. He was panting and heaving, lunging up and down crazily, fucking me with everything he had.
Inside my hot pussy, I felt a whining, gut-churning tension that turned my body into a bed of red-hot coals, fired up and ready to explode with every thrust of his youthful, lust-filled cock!
"Ohhh, Keith, baby, fuck me deep, baby! " I yelled. "Shove that beautiful big prick way up my cunt! Fuck me until I can't walk, you darling boy!"
He seemed to shove his enormous cock into my cunt even harder as I goaded him, urged him to fill me with that stiff prick.
I felt a hot flush ova my whole body, a lustful ache of passionate need that gnawed and clawed at ever fiber of my being. My cunt was fiery hot, and my tummy rolled around and around inside, like a convulsive spasm of ecstasy, a raging sea of cum, about to drown me in its creamy goodness.
"Uugghhh, ohhh, Mrs. Burgess, your cunt
is beautiful," Keith moaned as he swiveled his hips and ripped that hard cock of his up and around and over my hot dit. "Fucking you is the greatest piece of ass I've ever had."
I knew I'd done a lot more fucking than he had, but I had to say the same thing. Keith was giving me a fucking I'd never forget with that huge cock he was jamming so far in my cunt.
His hard, constant ramming of that marvelous prick set off jangling messages that flashed through every nerve in my body, turning me on to his hot body, making my legs weak from the incredible ecstasy of it all.
I wrapped my legs up over his back and pumped hard, pushing him into my cunt ever farther, making my cunt ripple and tremble with rapture.
Keith's cock kept swelling bigger and bigger, it seemed, with every deep, hard-driving thrust into my cum-filled pussy. I was getting so wet with al the cunt-juice I was pouring out that his prick slid and sloshed back and forth on a river of cream.
My legs were working with his rhythmic strokes, hugging his warm, athletic body, urging him into my cunt with every ounce of my strength. I pumped in tune with his hot, passionate cadence, fucking him back with a
tight, lustful embrace of my thighs and calves.
I loved the feeling of this half-crazed, youthful body between my calves. I loved his smooth, hard flesh and the hot action of his hips as he fucked his big cock into my cunt.
His cock was riding soothly and hard against my hot, tensed clit each time it went in and out of my hot cunt. Each time I felt that long, hard cock-shaft rub its full length along that trembling, shuddering center of my cunt-nerves, I felt flashes of sexual rapture go shooting along every part of my body-from my fingertips to my toes and up to my temples!
I shook and twisted and rocked until I thought I would go out of my mind with the wonderful fucking this hard-thrusting young cock was giving me.
He was nearly ready to shoot, his-mouth hanging open, his face twisted and grimacing with the agony of his aching balls ringing in his ears.
Just then he surprised me-and delighted me-with a move that made our fucking even better. He slid quickly up on his knees and pulled my legs up over his shoulders. And he started ramming his loins against my asscheeks, driving his prick deeper and deeper into my soft, wet, syrupy cunt. I ground my
thighs against him and thrilled to his anxious, animal-like craving for my hot body.
In this position, his hands were free and he began massaging my big, flopping tits. His fingers dug gently into my soft mounds of hot tit-flesh and he massaged my tits savagely.
Then his hands went back down quickly to my thighs. He stroked me there and then grasped me in a savage lunge-penetrating my cunt so far that his balls pressed hard against my asscheeks.
By that time, his constant onslaught-that huge prick sliding deliciously into my cunt over and over, fucking me silly-began to send me up and over that sexual point of no return.
I felt my cunt lifting up, my pink, quivering pussy-flesh trembling out of-control. I rolled up almost in a ball, hooking my ankles behind his neck, pressing my head forward, urging him into my cunt until he hit my soft center of lust-my hot button-my cunt's hot cum-pocket.
I was whining, moaning, whimpering in ecstasy, yet teetering on the brink of losing my senses, still crying for release . . . for that magical moment when my juice would spurt from my cunt and I would feel that blissful experience that transcends all comprehension --I
was on the verge of coming!
Keith was, too, and I wanted to shoot my sauce with him. I felt his prick throbbing, lurching, stabbing my cunt with rapid surges of hard fucking, and I realized that we were about to erupt together in one big explosion of boiling fuck-juice.
"Pound it to me, you fucking lover!" I screamed. "Fuck me haaard! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, me!"
I didn't spare a thing then. I shook and jounced and rammed my cunt against him as he prodded my cunt mercilessly with his tremendous surging cock.
And it happened in a burst of mighty, cunt-flooding fury.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" he shrieked, his head thrown back hard like he'd been hit between the eyes. His mouth was wide open, and his face was screwed up like he'd been stabbed so hard it gave him exquisite, unspeakable pleasure.
His cum shot into my cunt as though it was being poured from a boiling pot deep inside his balls. It showered my hot, pink cunt-flesh with a blanket of thick jism, spreading quickly up into my loins and making my body twitch with delight and an incredible aching satisfaction.
Solid, surging throbs smashed inside my loins and then I matched his cum-load with my own.
"NNOOOOWWWW!" I yelled. "I'M COMING, COOOMMMING!"
My whole body was racked with quaking, bone-rattling shudders as I cried and sobbed with happiness. Tears ran down my cheeks as I felt my cunt open up and bathe his deep-fucking, hot-probing prick in an outpouring of cum that was hotter and thicker than anything I'd ever shot in my life.
We fucked each other right out of our minds, rolling together and banging our cunt and cock until we could not sense anything else . . . could not even hear our own voices.
Our hips worked hard and fast to bring each other our ultimate pleasure. We twisted and thrashed and nearly rolled right out of the tent in our furious efforts to make this a fucking that was the closest thing yet to the perfect fuck.
It was an overwhelming fucking . . . completely without thought or plan . . . without a care for anything except pure, animal sex . . . hard and exhusting. When we finally rolled to a stop, our cum spent and bubbling in thick blobs all over our crotches and the sleeping
bag, we were-gasping for breath and completely spent.
He landed on top, just where I wanted him, as he let his tensed muscles relax.
And his hard prick was still imbedded deep inside my cunt . . . still pounding softly . . . still fucking me softly, almost automatically, as we held each other close and our lips met.
He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and I nibbled on it softly.
Then, kissing him gently all over his young face, I whispered, "Thank you, my darling young man, for making my cunt the luckiest, hottest, wettest cunt in the whole wide world!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Keith lay panting next to me, his young, oversized cock still throbbing from that hard fucking he'd given my cunt. He caressed my tits and my soft, smooth belly, and then my soaking-wet cunt-hair. As he touched me, he told me about a friend of his from the camp across the lake who had never been fucked. He wanted me to suck the kid off and then fuck him.
I said I'd be delighted. Keith said the boy
was real young, and immediately I got hot in the cunt again. That's what I liked best, I guess, because a real young boy is so naive, so innocent, you can do anything you want to with their cock and they get so fucking hot and horny-and then they're eternally grateful!
"There's just one thing," Keith said. "Please don't use the lantern while he's here. He's very bashful about fucking you, and he'd rather shove his cock in your cunt in total darkness. But he is a good-looking kid, and I think you'll like fucking and sucking him."
"Sounds good to me, baby,'' I said. "Bring him on!"
Keith put out the lantern and got up. He put on his Scout uniform and went outside. I heard faint voices a little distance from the tent. I guessed that the kid must have been waiting for us to finish fucking. What a patient little stud! Keith and I had been fucking and sucking for over two hours!
In a minute, I heard the tent flap being pulled back, and I said, "Is that you? Are you Keith's friend?"
"Umm-hmm," he replied. Then I felt hands groping in the darkness and then stroking my legs and thighs, They were soft, young hands and they trembled a little as they went up and
up and then into my wet, cum-soaked cunt-hair.
He was nimble-fingered, though, and he parted my hair, then my cunt-lips, and shoved his finger right in between my hot, slippery lips and right up into my hot cunt.
Then, with both hands, he worked over my cunt and my clit until I began to get all hot and fuck-primed once more.
Softly and gently, he slid a finger around and around my smooth, wet clit as he pumped another two fingers in and out of my cunt. It was almost as good as a fuck-but not quite.
My loins began to heat up, and I couldn't keep them still. I moved them around sensuously and moaned softly. I couldn't help it. This kid made me horny and aching for another piece of ass.
"Take your clothes off, darling," I murmured. "I want more of you than this. I want to feel your hard young cock pounding into my cunt!"
He jumped up and ripped off his clothing. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him and he was right near me as he tossed away his clothes.
The next thing I knew, I felt a big, hot, throbbing prick right against my cheek!
"Ohhh, beautiful!" I cried, grasping his hot cock and pressing it against the soft flesh of my cheeks. Then I kissed it-a big, wet, smacking kiss right on his smoldering cock-shaft.
It was a beauty of a hard young prick. I could tell without even seeing it. Now I had to go to work.
"On your back, baby, right here," I said, slapping the sleeping bag with my hand. I felt him lie down, right beside me, and I leaned over and squeezed his gorgeous, hard prick in my fist.
It was such a lovely thing, I wished he would let me put on the light. "Wouldn't you please let me turn on the lantern, darling?" I coaxed. "You have such a hot, big cock, I'm dying to get a look at it!"
"Mmm, ughh, uhh," he said, but I felt him shaking and grabbing my hands. He put them both in his crotch then, and I figured I better go along with him. After all, he was only a boy, and I might spoil everything if I tried to push things too much. I might turn on the light and make him lose his hard-on-and that would be disastrous for me.
With one-hand, I started squeezing and sliding my fist up and down along his lengthy
prick-shaft. It wasn't exactly a jerk-off, because I wouldn't let it go that far. I just wanted to get him heated up as much as I dared before I fucked the shit out of him.
With my other hand, I went down under his hard cock and got a handful of hot balls. They were warm and soft, and I loved the feel of his hairy, puckered young sac oozing through my fingers!
Gently, but firmly, and with a little faster stroke, I worked on his cock as I fondled his balls. Every minute or so, I increased the tempo, until he was moaning and groaning, and his ass was moving-around like he was in hot, delicious agony.
"Uuaaagghh, mmmmmm," he groaned. "Nnnniiieeeaa, oooo!" He still hadn't said a word, and I'd given up on hearing his voice- speaking words, that is-but his hot, erotic groans were turning me on, and that's all that really mattered.
I sensed that he was getting too hot to handle. I didn't want him coming all over my hand. His hot young cum was too rare and precious to waste like that.
So I climbed over him quickly and fitted his meaty young prick carefully between my wet, fluttery cunt-lips. His cock-head was tight and
hard, and so fucking hot it sent a sweet, burning sensation rippling up through my cunt as I sat down slowly on the hard spike of a teenage prick.
Slowly, smoothly, his hard cock went gliding up into my churning, hot cunt.
"Ohhhhh, my darling baby," I sighed. "What a hot young cock! I love your prick, sweetheart! It's so nice and big and hard. I bet you've fucked a lot of young girls with this gorgeous cock, haven't you?"
He mumbled something incoherent, but I guessed that he was telling me that he had not, that he was getting fucked for the first time. Another boy virgin! I was getting to be a teen-cock Dracula-sucking their cum instead of their blood. And I intended definitely to get a taste of this hard prick before I was done with him. I would suck his hot cum out of his balls and send him home happy-after I'd given him a fuck to remember!
"OK, baby," I said, "let's take a ride! Now's the time to crack your nuts and give your stiff cock a good workout!"
I leaned over, resting my weight on my outstretched arms-one on either side of him -and began to twist and turn my hips smoothly. And at the same time, I pumped my
ass up and down on his sweet prick.
His cock rode in and out of my cunt in long, deep strokes as I fucked this hot young stud. I heard him moaning again, and his cock was pulsing inside my cunt with renewed, lusty throbs.
My cunt was bathed in cuntjuice now, and I knew that-anytime I wanted to-I could turn on the speed with my cunt and get it shot full of his hot young cum. But I wanted to feel his hard cock fucking me for awhile first. I needed it a lot.
"Jesus, this is good fucking, baby," I whispered huskily. His hard prick was striking straight up into my cunt, bringing out all my juices, turning my pink cunt-meat into hot, hungry flesh.
I could tell by the way he shuddered, and the way his cock pounded, that he liked knowing that he was turning me on, too.
He was moving his hips slowly, just enough to make his hard cock grind around inside my cunt on every stroke, gently but firmly rubbing against every bit of my sensitive, erotic cunt-walls.
I felt his lusty prick everywhere inside me . . . arousing my passion, making me burn with an eagerness to savor his erupting cum. I
started to jounce faster and faster, my tits flopping, my nipples burning with desire.
I couldn't help squeezing my eyes shut, even if it was dark in the tent . . . my body was aching with lust by now, and the heat of my passion was mounting by the second as I fucked him with quick, short strokes . . . then long, deep ones that sent his hard cock ramming deeper and deeper into my soft, burning pussy.
I was getting high so fast that I was panting now my mouth hanging open and whimpering with ecstasy-with unfulfilled craving for my latest teenage fucker!
His voice was low and mournful, full of excitement and need, too, as he sighed and moaned and twisted his ass beneath me.
My tits hung down heavily, swaying to and fro as I rocked my cunt and my whole hot body over him. My hard, tingling nipples brushed back and forth across his chest and I leaned down as far as I could.
He pulled one to his mouth and began sucking on it wildly. I felt a thrill of intense desire flash through me . . . goose pimples rushing over my arms and legs . . . churning waves of heat enveloping my tits. I wanted to push my whole big globe of warm tit-flesh right into his
young face. It felt just like it had when my son, Johnny, had nursed at my tit as a baby . . . and I loved it then as I loved it now!
The more he sucked, the harder I fucked. My cunt was bouncing hard up and down on his long cock-shaft, sliding unmercifully along his bony prick. I could feel the hot, pulsing veins that bulged along the sides of his prick, and they made my cunt spin and tremble with a hungry desire.
"Uugghhh, ohhh, baby, baby, baby!" I moaned. "My God, you're such a good fuck! I love your cock, and I want to fuck you all night! Your cock is filling my cunt right up!"
I could feel my cunt-juice rippling down out of my red-hot cunt, dribbling over his hard prick, spreading out across his loins.
He was shaking really hard by this time, and I sensed that he was drawing awfully close to spurting out his jism. And I longed to feel his cum sloshing inside my eager, hungry cunt.
"You like my fucking, sweetheart?" I asked.
"Mmmmm," he moaned.
"Are you ready to come? "
"MMMM!"
"OK, hang on, lover, 'cause here we go!"
I began a really hard, frantic pumping with
my ass now, swiveling and lurching, furiously fucking his hard cock . . . up and down, around and around . . . straining and crying and driving myself to my limit.
My loins slammed against his balls on every hard thrust. My hot cunt was spinning with excitement . . . heated to the point of igniting . . . ready to burst with juice at any moment.
The kid's prick swelled up . . . pumped up bigger than ever . . . pounding and throbbing with lust, dribbling a thin trickle of cum that mixed with my slobbering cunt-juices.
And then, in another split-second, I felt him shoot his big, hot load of cum straight up into my cunt . . . up, up, up so far that it splattered against the deepest part of my hot cunt-hole!
"Aaaaggghhhiiieeee!" he screamed. "Aaahhh, ohhh!" He rolled and moaned and rocked back and forth on the sleeping bag, driving his cock in and out and against both sides of my hot cunt as I rammed my body up and down on his disgorging cock.
Our bodies were trembling together, locked in a delicious struggle for unlimited ecstasy . . . fighting for the sweetest thing in life- that moment of delirium when your cum shoots from you and you are transported into
space for one incredible moment.
And that's when I got mine!
My body tensed and hung suspended, frozen in time, all my muscles locked in place as my juice boiled up deep inside my hot cunt and then came shooting out, and burst over his burgeoning prick like hot cream.
"Eeeiiiaaeeiyyy . . . owww, ohhh, Jeesus!" I was gripped with a sweet, lingering tightness in my cunt that clutched my cunt-muscles and my clit and tore them to shreds, making me a ravenous, gluttonous wanton woman-filled with lust and a mindless thirst for my teen lover's burning prick!
"Fuck your cock up into my cunt, you hot baby! Just fuck me hard, like I'm fucking you! "
He bucked and bounced his ass, driving his hard young cock up to my cunt-meeting it halfway, meeting it hard, sending both of us into a dizzying, incredible whirl of madness as we kept shooting our cum and drowning our crotches in buckets of our hot, swirling jism!
CHAPTER TWELVE
There was something hot and deliciously erotic about fucking a teenage boy . . . in the dark . . . without seeing his face, or hearing him speak. I had to say it was a great fuck. The kid had a great cock and great hands, and he got me off harder than hell. Cum was spilling all over my cunt-hair, and down onto his balls and all over the fucking sleeping bag.
I was glad my tent was a long distance from the rest of them, or else some of the Scouts, or
the counselors, would sure as hell have heard all the wild screams of delight as this boy fucked me and got me to crack his nuts.
They might even have heard his loud moaning, even if they couldn't understand any of his words. He still had not spoken anything that I could understand . . . just "mmm" and "Ohhh" and "aagghhh."
But I guess it didn't really matter. All I wanted was some good fucking from a teen cock, and, of course, I wanted to give him a good fucking, too. Now, I figured, it was time to give him a good sucking to go with that fucking.
My hand was on his cock as he rested beside me, and my fingers were covered with his cum. He had shot out so much of his sweet cream that it slid down his cock-shaft and virtually covered every inch of his big prick.
Without a word, I leaned over and pressed my face into his hot crotch. He flinched, but spread his legs wide, and I began to lick slowly, teasingly over his hot, wet balls.
I could feel his lovely balls contract as my tongue touched them. But he only pulled his legs farther apart and moaned softly, his belly shaking and trembling with fright and excitement and anxiety. It had been quite an ordeal
for a teenage kid-to get a workout like I'd given him on his first fucking.
I could only think of my own young son, Johnny, and how he would react to getting fucked by a thirty -four -year-old woman with a body like mine! He would be nervous as a kitten.
I had to laugh as I thought about that, as I licked this kid's hot balls. I wondered if Johnny had ever had a fuck. I hoped he had. Maybe while he was away at camp this summer he'd find some nice young girl and give her a fucking. He might even be lucky enough to get an older girl, a counselor maybe, who would suck his cock. He was getting old enough now to enjoy some of what his mama liked so much -some good old-fashioned fucking and sucking!
A few months ago, I saw my son in the bathroom one morning, just as he'd stepped out of the shower, when the door was open. My God, I thought then, what a beautiful young man he's becoming. He had a nice hard-on, and his body was trim and gorgeous. If he hadn't been my own son, I would have gone in there and sucked him off so hard he would never have stopped shooting his cum. Then I would have taken him back to my bedroom and
fucked him all day long.
But it was time to stop daydreaming and give this boy some good head . . . some good, hot cock-sucking.
I let my tongue lead me up across the kid's body, over his belly, licking all the way. Then I flicked my tongue softly up and down his sides, over his legs and back up into his crotch.
I settled in between his smooth, upturned legs and swabbed with my tongue in that hollow between his balls and his thigh. His crotch was damp and musky, and it gave me a hot thrill to savor the sweet aroma of his young body in the throes of ecstasy.
I felt his stomach tense as I started to lick quickly up and down his hot cock. That beautiful prick was wide and thick and it beat in my fingers so hard I could feel it in my temples.
His blood-engorged cock was alive with lustful yearning for my wet lips. So I lapped him faster and covered him with kisses and warm spit as I cleaned the cum from his red-hot prick.
The taste of his prick-meat was delicious. So smooth, yet rigid and firm. His cock was full of exuberant, eager yearning for the kind of cock-sucking I was giving him.
"Ummm, ohhh," he moaned softly, his breath hot and forced. I could feel the heat of it wafting down over my neck, sweeping over his damp, quivering loins.
I clamped my thumb and index finger, like a ring, around the base of his luscious hard cock as I licked it. And I squeezed gently with my fingers, nipping his prick all the time with my lips as I worked him over quickly and expertly.
He shifted his ass almost constantly, turning and twisting as I teased his cock with my hot tongue.
His prick was pounding ecstatically with the heat of his incredible passion. It seemed to me that his precious prick was going to burst as I kept tasting and licking, savoring the pliant, springy goodness of his hot cock.
Faster and faster I licked and sucked. My head moved constantly, everywhere . . . up and down his cock . . . into his cock-hair . . . down into the crevice between his leg and his balls . . . back up to his prick . . . then down into that soft darkness under his balls-even into his ass-crack!
I wanted it all. I wanted to taste every morsel of this young boy's marvelous cock and balls and ass. I wanted to bask in the mystery and excitement that this young boy offered
me. I wanted the sensuous arousal of all those tantalizing nooks and crannies of his crotch and I was going to get it.
But it cost the boy dearly. He was losing his control with every lap of my tongue.
He was losing his virginity in a way every young boy should lose it, I thought. He was getting a tongue-job that might be the best he'd ever get.
His loins jerked and flinched so quickly and so often that I eased up a little and let him calm down so that I could prolong his blowjob. And I was getting as much from it as he was, I was sure.
When his passion subsided just enough, I let my wet, soothing tongue float up his throbbing prick, slithering right to the very top. His ruby-red cock-head was tight and hard, and it pulsed with a lustful, hearty longing for my mouth.
I opened my soft, warm wet lips and slipped them deliciously over his pounding prick. Clamping them around his cock, I slowly slid my face down to the very base, until I had his whole luscious prick in my mouth and throat.
His cock-hair rubbed against my lips as I kept all of his long cock in my mouth for a moment, lingering down there and sucking on his
hot cock-meat softly.
He whimpered and whined and half-turned, throwing one leg up over my shoulders. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, nnnn," he moaned. I patted his thigh and drew my mouth all the way back up his hard prick, brushing my tongue back and forth across the bottom of his cock.
I could feel goose pimples on his leg and the pounding in his prick grew harder and hotter as I sucked and sucked.
My mouth was full of his young cock. It was so wide and thick, and it was swollen to such a size from all the delicious sucking I'd given it, that it stretched my mouth to the limits.
Just feeling that mouthful of hard cock set my cunt afire. My stomach was aching with rapture, filled with a hunger to taste his hot cum
My fingers worked in time with my tongue as I brought him closer to shooting his cum. I caressed his trembling loins and fondled his soft, sweet balls.
I went on for a long time that way, bringing him up close to shooting his cum, then letting his cock cool off until I could suck some more without letting him explode.!
I knew it was turning him into a harried,
over-anxious kid, filled with tension and hot desire, but I also knew that when he finally did shoot his wad of cum that it would be tremendous. He would thank me.
My mouth nibbled at his hard cock, arousing him with tender little nips, pressing my lips along the hard, rubbery surface of his cockshaft.
Then I let my fingers drift down into his ass-crack. As I sucked on him swiftly, pumping my face up and down on his cock, faster and faster, I allowed my finger to drift softly and slowly over the tiny, crinkly hairs right in the crack of his sweet ass.
Just as he began to howl and squirm with delight, I pulled my hand back and brushed my fingers lightly over the thick hairs at the top of his thighs, and all around his crotch.
He began writhing and moaning, crying out with agony at the tormenting sensations that my fingers were setting off inside his hot body.
I knew what he was going through. Every cock-hair felt like it was wired with electricity, I was sure. I kept my touch soft, fleeting, feathery.
Then I went back to his ass again, letting my fingers roam over that part of his asscheeks I could reach. I pulled his legs up over my
shoulders, bending his knees and pressing his legs back toward his chest.
This gave me a much better shot at his ass, and it opened up his crotch to my face, as well. I let my head twist and turn rapidly, sucking his cock harder and harder, as my fingers stroked all over his hot, fevered ass cheeks.
"OHH, OHHH, OOOOH!" he groaned, his belly convulsing and heaving with hot, aching passion. His groans were desperate, pleading calls for me to take him over the top and let him shoot his hot cum into my waiting mouth.
I knew I had to do it soon. I had spent most of the night fucking and sucking with Keith, and now with his anonymous young stud, and soon it would be getting light outside.
Reluctantly, I knew that I'd have to end this blissful night of hot cock-sucking before long.
That's when I shoved my finger into my cunt and got it all souped up with cunt-juice, right up to the last knuckle. I had my whole finger up my cunt, and it was not only getting wet-it was turning my cunt into an inferno!
I nudged it against my clit and felt a sweet, sharp stab of ecstasy flash through me! It was absolutely delicious, and I savored the tremors that gripped my cunt and my loins.
But I had something else in mind. I pulled my finger out, still sucking hard on his cock as I did so, and went back to his asshole for the last time.
I smeared some of the cuntjuice on his asshole, and then took his whole cock into my mouth, right down to the cock-hair.
I kept his cock deep in my mouth, nudging it down into my throat, and then finished wiping cuntjuice on his bunghole.
Then, I shoved my finger hard into his ass-all the way!
But even I was not ready for what happened next. His ass shot up in the air almost six inches when he felt my wet finger shooting up into his asshole.
His hard, throbbing, straining prick went cramming down into my throat-bulging out my cheeks, almost choking me.
And at that precise moment, he shot what must have been the first of about a tankful of hot, thick cum right down into my throat!
It was the msot incredible come I'd ever seen. His young body was into convulsions of hard, cum-spewing ecstasy. He shot and shot and shot cum until I thought he would never stop.
I gulped it down like a hungry animal. I
fought to keep up with his writhing, spurting cock!
Cum poured from him by the bucket. It was hot, thick cum with lumpy, gooey chunks that stuck in my teeth and against my cheeks and all over the walls of my throat.
I shall never forget that come as long as I live.
But, more-than that, I shall never forget what happened when he finished coming. I could not control my curiosity I wanted to look at this young angel whose prick I'd sucked so long and who had shot so much delicious cum.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I've got to see what you look like," I said as I reached across him for my lantern.
"No, no, please!" he protested. I thought his words-his voice-sounded familiar. But it couldn't be. Before he could stop me, I had the lantern in my hands and I flicked the switch, catching him full in the face with the beam.
It was Johnny, my own son! I had fucked and sucked my own son! I had swallowed my own son's cum! My own son had given me a fantastic, mind-boggling fuck, and I had given him an incredible blow-job!
"Hi, Mom," he said softly. "That was one
hell of a job you did on my prick"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Johnny had come home early after we fucked at the Scout camp. I thought I knew the reason, or hoped I did, and found out I was right.
He wanted to spend the rest of the summer fucking me! And eating my cunt! And I couldn't have been happier. I was so hungry for teenage cock by then that I would do almost anything to get it. And what better way could there be than taking your own son to
bed? Or, if you happen to be in the kitchen, than having him ram his hard young cock into your cunt while you sit on one of the stools at the breakfast nook?
That's where I was at the moment, wearing only my housecoat, with nothing underneath. It was open at the top, and my big, soft tits were almost falling out.
Johnny was sitting next to me, wearing just a pair of undershorts. We had just gotten up after sleeping alone our first night home. I looked down and saw that his cock was hard- awfully hard-and it was straining at the crotch of his shorts, threatening to bust right through.
He was no hornier than I was. My cunt ached with the thought of his hot, hard cock fucking hell right out of me that night in the tent. And I could almost taste the sweet goodness of his hot cum.
God, I wanted to reach right over and grab his hard young prick and suck him dry right there and then. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
"Johnny, I've got to fuck you again, I hope you know that," I said, unable to control my passion. "I have a feeling you want to fuck me, too-don't you? You do, don't you?"
I knew my voice sounded like I was pleading -almost begging-my teenage son to fuck me. It may sound incredible, but at that moment, only lust filled my body, and I wanted to have him fuck me so badly I could scream.
But I need not have worried myself. His body was churning inside, I found out later. He was ready to pounce on me and fuck my ass right off. When I told him how I felt, he almost jumped off the stool and ripped my housecoat off.
"You bet your ass I want to fuck'" he yelled. "Where were you last night? I was afraid you were ashamed of what happened at camp, and didn't want to ever feel my cock fucking into your cunt again. I hardly slept at all last night. I was horny and hot to feel my cock inside your hot, wet cunt!"
I yanked at the belt of my robe and let the whole damned thing fall to the floor. I stood before Johnny, my tits heaving up and down heavily with my hot, labored breathing. My cunt was so wet that little rivulets of cuntjuice rolled down my leg as I stepped over to the stool where he was sitting.
Without a word, I slipped my hand inside his shorts and squeezed his beautiful young hard-on. It was big and hot and his luscious
prick filled my fist.
With my other hand, I slid his shorts down and then kicked them away. Then I pulled Johnny to me and let him bury his face in my soft tits, just like he did when he was a baby, sucking on them and making me feel all quivery and wet and hot and so fucking excited by it all that I nearly lost my mind.
His hands were all over me then, rubbing my tits and my back and squeezing my asscheeks, and even jamming a finger right up my wet, trembling cunt.
Neither of us could take much of this . . . that much was certain. We'd both come pretty fucking fast if we stood here playing with each other's hot bodies much longer.
I jumped up on one of the stools, so my cunt was just right to take his hard prick. I sat so that my ass was right on the edge of the stool, with my pussy-hair all glistening and damp and musky. I put one leg up on the countertop, spreading my legs wide.
"OK, fuck me, darling," I whispered huskily, lowering my eyelids, gasping softly to catch my breath. "Give me all of that beautiful, throbbing young prick of yours. Ram it right up my cunt, darling-right now!"
Johnny may be pretty new to fucking, but
he sure doesn't need any second invitations when it comes to dipping his sweet prick into a good, tender piece of cunt-meat.
My cunt-lips were open and pink and as inviting as any he'll ever see, if I do say so myself. He stepped right up to the stool and pressed his hard, throbbing young cock right against my cunt-his mother's hot, widespread cunt.
And then he shoved with his hips-hard-and sent that gorgeous hard cock of his so deep into my cunt that he damned near knocked me off the stool.
"Uuggghhh," I moaned. My cunt felt like it had been filled instantly with the hardest, deepest-fucking cock I'd ever had.
"Give it to me, baby," I whispered huskily, almost demanding he fuck me crazy. My voice had a menacing, formidable urgency to it. "Fuck me as hard as you can, baby, and ram that prick of yours as deep as you can! I need it bad sweetheart! My cunt needs that hard cock so fucking baaaad!"
I was whimpering, filled with lust, torn by a deep, aching need in my cunt for the depraved sex I was about to get . . . which I had to have!
I knew it was against everything society and
nature has decreed is right and normal. I knew it was flaunting all the moral codes ever known to man, to want to fuck Johnny, my own flesh and blood! But the terrible hunger burning within me, the incredible longing to feel his body pressed against mine, his cock fucking me deep and hard, was simply too much. I was too weak to resist the magnetic attraction of his gorgeous young body.
Besides, we had already fucked. So what harm was there if we wanted to keep on fucking? These were the thoughts racing through my mind as Johnny began to pump his hard prick into me-his hard, teenage cock... pumping into his mother's wet cunt.
He practically knocked the breath right out of me as his stiff, throbbing young cock-so nice and long and heavy, and so fucking hard -drove up into my juicy crotch.
Johnny clutched my hips and asscheeks, putting one foot right up onto the bottom rung of the stool, and fucked my dripping cunt with his burgeoning prick.
His cock was pulsing-on and off, on and off-beating a constant beat of passionate, hungry craving as he fucked in and out, faster and faster, taking me right up off the seat, sending my mind soaring and making my cunt
burn.
His big, hard cock was boring into me savagely, grinding against my hot clit and thrilling me with its length and girth. Johnny had one of the very best pricks I ever fucked.
Christ, why did he have to be my son? I asked myself. But fuck that, he was, and I couldn't change it. All I could do right now- all my cunt would allow me to do-was forget that this wonderful young fucker was Johnny, and just remember that I was getting a cunt-reaming that beat anything I'd had in years.
My pussy was clogged with my hot cuntjuice by that time, and Johnny was pumping his prick in me so fast and so hard and so deep that the cream was flying in all directions every time he brought his cock out on the backstroke.
Cuntjuice was spraying over my asscheeks and all over his balls. But I didn't give a shit . . . my cunt was so hot by this time, I couldn't think of anything except getting my rocks off, which was going to be soon.
Johnny slid a finger down between our tightly pressed bodies and touched my erect, inflamed clit, and still kept pumping the meat to me at the same time.
When he did that, I raised right up off that
fucking stool, and damned near tipped it over. He held me upright, though, and rammed me deeper and harder than ever.
He rode deliciously inside my shaking, trembling pussy-stretched so wide and inviting for his youthful cock. His balls were slapping against my crotch with hard, wet slaps, and his hands were everywhere.
He was grabbing my soft, abundant tit-flesh, squeezing it in his young fingers, reaching down to suck my tits eagerly. He drew the big, hard nipples right up into his mouth and made me squeal with ecstasy.
My head was lolling from side to side; my tits burned with desire and a stinging, burning rapture that got hotter and hotter as my orgasm got closer.
I think Johnny could sense that I was again ready to pop my rocks, because he seemed to dig his fingers deep into my flesh and clutch me tighter.
"Rock with me, Mom," he whispered, running his tongue up my neck and inside my ear. "Ride my cock now . . . I'm gonna . . . come . . . soon!"
"Ohh, Johnny, me, too!" I shouted. "Fuck me, son! Give your mama a great big load of your hot cum, babeee! Fuck your mama's ass
right off, Johneeeee!''
I hooked my heels into the small of his back, and dragged my son's deep-fucking cock right into my cunt as hard as I could. I rocked my ass, just the way he wanted, and hugged him with my thighs as I climaxed violently.
My hand was clawing at his smooth, soft young flesh-digging into his shoulders, scratching and clawing at him as I fucked him off in a frenzied, mindless kind of wildness.
And then I felt his balls tremble, like a huge explosion hat gone off inside him, and then I felt a tremendous, cunt-drenching shot of jism come blasting out of the head of his sweet prick and right up into my throbbing, burning cunt!
"Eeiiieee! Ohhh, Jesus! Fuck me! Take my cum!" We were both shooting our cum-loads at the same time . . . both shouting at one another simultaneously as we unloaded our cream . . . our words spewing out as fast as the cum we were shooting.
Johnny hunched over me, his face buried in my neck, his arms wrapped around the back of my ass-with my feet up over his back and his hard, teenage prick driving home full blast in my pink, cum-drenched cunt-deeper and deeper, and so fast he was a fucking blur!
He rammed me so full of cock, fucked me so beautifully and so hard and so long, that I never even wanted to move when he finally finished and pulled that long, hot, dripping prick from my pussy.
I was panting and heaving, completely fucked out, when I finally opened my eyes and looked at him. His prick was red and swollen and hung between his legs. I swear, it was huge, and meaty and just absolutely gorgeous!
"Thanks, son," I said, smiling over at him. "Thanks for helping out your mom when she needed you!"
"That's OK, mom, that's what sons are for," he said, throwing me a kiss.
Johnny's still young, and we've got at least three more years of good fucking left while he's in high school. Then I'll try to get him in a local college, so I can be reasonably sure of four more hot years of fucking and licking his cock.
But I hate to think about my life after he's through with college, and goes out into the world . . . maybe even gets married.
I don't ever want to share his big, hard prick with any other woman-ever!
