It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men "lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the oppor�tunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged, for it is one of incest. But it provides a release for a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness-a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
BALL THE HOT MOTHER- a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carrie pulled the car into the open garage, stopping almost in the exact spot she always did.
She grinned at her son, who stood in the open door leading into the family room. Opening the door of the car wide, she leaned across the seat to get her packages, stretching one leg from the car.
Brett stared, as he always stared.
The smooth expanse of his mother's thigh excited the boy. He could see along the inner surface of it all the way to her crotch. He couldn't see her cunt, because Carrie wore panties. He could, however, see the way his mother's cunt seemed to bulge at the very thin fabric.
Carrie held her exposed position for some time, knowing Brett was staring, and what he was staring at. It had become almost a ritual between them, an unspoken ritual. Carrie had been exposing herself in this manner, and others, since she found her son trying to look up her dress. Unlike many mothers, Carrie did not become angry or embarrassed. On the contrary, she became excited, very excited. She enjoyed being looked at.
She knew what an exhibitionist was, and perhaps that was what she was. Some women turned to stripping for a living when they wanted to expose themselves, or danced naked on a bar in front of leering, half-drunken men.
None of that was for Carrie.
She enjoyed exposing herself in a more subtle way. Perhaps by accident, as if she weren't aware. That excited her tremendously and she loved to see the desire in the eyes of those who saw her. Especially her son.
To watch his eyes bum and his young body shake with need sent ripples of delight about her creamy skin. Not that she wanted to torment him. She wouldn't torment anyone, not that way. But teasing was fun, and she knew her son would take care of his aching need inside the bathroom.
As she leaned over, her leg flung wide, she could almost feel Brett's eyes on her cunt, burning right through her panties. The sudden flash surprised her, and she looked up, startled. Her son was giggling as he lowered the instant camera.
"Brett!" she yelped, sitting up quickly, feel�ing a flush on her cheeks as she stared at him. "That wasn't fair."
"Why not, Mom?" he asked, taking the undeveloped picture from the camera. "It's gonna be a pretty picture."
Carrie felt flustered. They had never mentioned what she was doing before, and now her son had taken that picture, and they spoke of it. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. They weren't supposed to even mention what she was doing for his pleasure. Now Brett had taken it out of the closet, taken her picture with her legs wide apart.
She remained inside the car as Brett looked at the picture.
His face showed delight as he handed it to her.
Carrie gazed at the colorful print, seeing her long leg outside the car, her skirt almost at her hips. That wasn't so bad, but the crotch of her panties showed, as did the slit of her pussy behind the tight fabric. She could see the faint shadow of her pussy hair, too. Her face wasn't showing, she noticed.
"Pretty, huh?" Brett asked, grinning. "You're getting- pretty damned careless," she said, but handed the vivid photograph back to him. "But yes, it's a nice picture."
She looked at him with lowered lashes, not in a shy manner, but a teasing way.
"No more, though," she said, taking her small packages and getting out of the car. "No more cameras honey."
Brett watched her enter the house, his eyes straying to- the roundness of her ass. His- mother had a beautiful ass, he thought. It was firm and rounded and swelled out invitingly. The skirt was just tight enough to mold the cheeks of her ass, and it made his balls tingle as he watched her walk away. - Brett felt an anxiousness that he couldn't define, sitting behind the wheel of the car and examining the picture of his mother. His cock throbbed inside his pants. Still staring at the vivid photograph, he opened his pants and pulled his cock out, slowly stroking it as his young mind began to fantasize.
Carrie placed her purchases on the dining room table and walked to her room. She was aware of her nipples burning, swollen in hardness, of the twitching inside her panties. Inside her room, she found herself delighted that they had finally mentioned what was happening between them. It had been going on for months, but neither had indicated awareness. The urge to crush her distended clit with her fingers was strong. She wanted to tear her clothing off and finger-fuck her pussy raw.
But Carrie didn't do that. She hated solitary finger-fucking.
Removing her clothes as she entered the bathroom, she recalled how good it had been when her husband was alive. They had been perfectly matched, especially in the sex department.
Carrie turned on the shower and stepped under the spray of water.
She and her husband had never refused each other anything when it came to sex. She had enjoyed caressing herself as he watched, rubb�ing her cunt and tits and working her finger in and out, often making herself come for his visual delights. He, too, had jacked off for her, but always coming on her body some place �her tits, her stomach, her thighs, her ass, and many times all over her juicy, hairy cunt. They had played games that kept them in a high state of excitement, making the desires grow until they fucked in a frenzy, or sucked each other off. Her husband had never come to her and asked for a blow job or a fuck. They were men�tally attuned to each other and knew what the other wanted at any given time.
But that was all in the past. She had no one now, no one to enjoy the things she loved, to encourage her wanton hungers. No one but... her young son.
She lathered her body with the scented soap, missing her husband more than ever. She seldom thought of him these days. After all, the acci�dent had happened over two years ago. But when she did think of him, the longing ache became horrible, tormenting her.
Brett contributed to her sense of loss, too. He was almost identical to his father, in looks and habits.
Toweling herself, she walked nakedly into her room and, after a moment's thought, pulled her short robe on. It was thin and to be worn over a bathing suit, but she used it during the hot days as a robe. The bottom hung very near the curvy cheeks of her ass. Standing before her dressing mirror, she lifted her arms and ran her fingers through her curly hair. She caught sight of her pussy below the lifting robe. That wouldn't do, she thought. It was too blatant, too brazen. Finding a pair of pale-blue bikini panties, she slipped them on and adjusted the crotch over her cunt. Now when she lifted her arms, only the crotch of her panties showed. She adjusted the folds over her tits, letting the. smooth, creamy mounds show. She loosened the belt slightly, so that it might open as if by accident.
She knew she was ready to seduce her son, to fuck him, but she tried not to dwell on it very long. It made her too excited, tormented her. The idea of feeling his young, strong cock fuck�ing into her cunt was almost more than she could stand. Just thinking about it caused her clit to turn hard and hot. She often fantasized while almost asleep, and once or twice she had experienced an orgasm, an orgasm so strong it surprised her.
She smiled at her reflection... This was more than she had ever done with her son, this exposure. But she felt it was time, since he had taken that telling picture. The picture, she thought, meant her son was as interested as she was.
Feeling bold, yet nervous, she entered the family room.
Brett was there on the couch, her picture still in his hand. He looked at her, and his eyes opened slightly. Carrie stood for a moment in the doorway, one knee over the other. Brett ran his eyes up and down his mother's thighs and then to her tits. He licked his lips as he saw the swollen tit flesh, but not her nipples. Carrie shivered as her son looked for a long time at her, then she swallowed, and moved into the room to sit on the couch at the opposite end. She kept her knees together, leaning back with her hands folded in her lap, watching the televi�sion, but not really seeing it. From the corners of her eyes, she glanced at the front of her son's pants, and was disappointed that she couldn't see the outline of his cock.
"This sure is a pretty picture, Mom," Brett said. "Did you take a good look at it?"
"I saw it, honey," she replied, her voice quivering.
"Look again," Brett said, handing the pic�ture to her.
Carrie looked, and this time closely. Not only was the faint outline of her pussy hair visible through the thin panties, but she saw strands sticking from the tight crotch. She didn't know her legs had been open that widely. She gazed at the obvious slit of her coot, and saw part of one ass cheek. She handed the photo back to him, smiling.
"It's not a bad picture of me, is it?"
"It's beautiful, Mom," he said, looking at it again. "I can see hair."
Carrie's breath caught. Brett had never made such a reference before. She felt her pussy reacting, becoming wet. She pressed her folded hands down hard, pressuring the top of her pussy. She felt a sudden stab of pleasure, and bit back a moan.
Brett turned and lifted his feet onto the couch, still looking at the picture, but now and then turning his gaze to her thighs, then her partially exposed tits. Carrie sat as still as she could, but there was no way she could stop the hot trembl�ing. Again she looked at him from the corners of her eyes, and now she saw the slight bulging of his cock. She bit into her bottom lip as hunger flared through her, searing her nerves. Her cunt seemed to be pulsating more than ever, and she was sure she felt a tingle of approaching orgasm.
Almost nonchalantly, Brett rubbed a hand over his swelling cock, gazing at her picture. Carrie found herself turning her head to watch him, her eyes round and smoldering with her inner heat. Brett had never done this, either, but she remembered how her husband used to do it, knowing it would excite her.
"This is a real nice picture," Brett said, his voice low and husky.
Carrie was gazing unabashedly at his hand, watching him rub it along his cock, seeing it swell inside his pants.
Brett opened his pants, and his cock lurched out. Carrie's eyes turned cloudy with hunger as she stared at it, her son wrapping his fist about his cock and slowly pumping up and down, her picture before his face. She pressed her folded hands hard into her lap, a soft groan bubbling from her suddenly tight throat. She had wanted to seduce her son, but this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. Brett was not supposed to blatantly take his cock out in front of her! But that was what he had done, and now he sat there, feet toward her, leaning on the arm of the couch, boldly jacking off before her.
After a moment Brett dropped the picture, and moved off the couch. He lay down on the floor, his head near her feet. He gripped his cock and looked at her knees. Carrie's eyes never left his prick, watching the head of his prick swell and his piss bole open. Clear juices were seeping up there, and she licked her lips. Brett, she knew, was trying to look under her short robe, making no pretense of what he wanted to see. For a breathless moment, she squeezed her knees together, but the urge to reveal herself to his hungry eyes was overwhelming.
Still staring at his pumping fist, Carrie scooted her ass to the edge of the cushions and slowly, very slowly, parted her knees. She heard her son's quick intake of breath, knowing he could see the crotch of her panties clearly. She drew her hands up higher on her stomach and sat there with her knees wide, watching him jacking his cock slowly.
But this wouldn't do.
Carrie loved to see a man jacking off, but as always-happened, she couldn't sit still for long.
"Brett... " she said, her voice a throaty whisper "Brett... that's nice."
Her son didn't answer, but his fist rode up and down his cock with a couple of swift strokes. Carrie's ass moved, writhing slightly as her cunt throbbed with wet heat. She felt the moisture seeping through her panties, and knew her son could see it, too. She wanted to rush her hand to her cunt and rub it frantically, to let her son understand she had the same need as he had. But she didn't touch herself.
She widened her knees, letting her hips twist slowly as she watched him pounding his fist up and down his cock.
She couldn't just sit there.
She stood up near her son's head. Brett gasped in pleasure as he stared up between his mother's long thighs. He saw the round tightness of her ass, the lower ass cheeks show�ing where the panties pulled into her ass crack. Carrie stood there for a long, breathless minute, her feet opened to his head.
Brett started to say something.
"Hush," she said softly. "Don't say anything, Brett. Not one word, please."
She moved toward his feet and straddled them, her eyes burning on his cock. She leaned down, her robe parting to show the firm tits to his hot eyes. Brett saw his mother's nipples for the first time, and gulped with excitement. Carrie leaned over from her waist, one hand reaching for the head of his cock. But she didn't touch it. She drew her hand back as if burned. She stood up straight again, licking at her lips. Then she began to squat above his knees. Brett stared between his mother's open legs, seeing her panties. He released his cock, placing his hands at his hips and on top of her naked feet. The contact of flesh against flesh almost brought a sob of eagerness from Carrie.
Without a word, she moved her hips, brushing the head of her son's cock along the hot, wet crotch of her panties. She sighed with the contact and wiggled her ass. Brett was star�ing at the way his cock brushed at the crotch of his mother's panties, his balls growing tight inside his pants.
Carrie closed her knees against him, pressing her pantied cunt onto his cock, sliding along the cock shaft. She felt the hot throb of her sons' cock on the covered slit of her pussy and held her breath. She rubbed back and forth, her cunt pulsating with fuck-need. She placed her hands on her knees, her shoulders back, one lovely tit exposed, her nipple swollen and light brown in color. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cunt back and forth on his cock.
"Ooooooo" she purred softly, pressing a little harder.
She loved the feel of his cock against her coot, even if it was through her panties. The puffy lips of her pussy slipped up and down the cock shaft, and the cock head rubbed at her inflamed clit. She wanted to pull her panties to one side, to feel her son's cock making a direct contact, but yet she didn't. Her body trembled as she mewled, her eyes tightly shut. She clutched her knees with strong fingers, sliding her cunt back and forth, back and forth...
Brett gasped and groaned, watching his mother rub her pantied cunt at his cock. As much as he wanted to stuff his prick into her pussy, he felt he had to let his mother do what she wanted. Carrie, knowing very well where this would eventually lead them, didn't care. Her cunt was burning wetly, her clit knotted deliciously, and at the moment those delicious sensations were all that mattered.
She increased the pressure of her boiling cunt upon his cock, sliding back and forth, her head lifting high. Brett gasped with the aching in his balls, his cock harder than he could remember. His eyes darted from her cunt to her naked tit. Carrie's tit moved slightly as she twisted and writhed upon his cock. With a cry of growing rapture, Carrie shoved her hand up and closed it about her exposed tit, unable to stop fondl�ing it. She squeezed, making her nipple bulge from her fingers, pressing harder onto her son's cock.
"Ohhhh!" she whimpered.
Her body suddenly went rigid, and her cunt pressed very hard onto the shaft of her son's cock. Brett felt the contractions of her cunt, and a groan came out of him.
Creamy come juice spurted from his piss hole, splashing along his belt and above. With a sob, Carrie leaned over her son, rubbing her cunt again along his gushing prick. She felt the hot come juice spatter her inner thighs, along the elastic waist of her panties and on her stomach. The boy's cum juice seemed to blister her flesh, and made her cunt convulse with more power. She wiggled and twisted her cunt onto his jizz �squirting cock, sobbing softly with the ecstasy of her own orgasm. The slippery feel of his come juice on her sensitive inner thighs caused her orgasm to be drawn out, making her ass squirm and her exposed tit jiggle. She pressed her pussy hard onto his cock, squealing in a low voice.
She remained pressed at him until the spasms left them both. Then she sat upright, feeling his cock relaxing. She looked into her son's face, both of their expressions somber. Carrie then looked at her thighs, seeing her son's cum juice smeared along them both.
She ran her finger along her thigh, seeing the head of his cock just past her crotch. She felt the jism on her finger, and with her eyes still on his, wiped the tip of her middle finger along his piss hole, very lightly.
Then she lifted it to her face, darting the tip of her tongue at the finger, licking the slimy jizz from it.
CHAPTER TWO
"Now can I talk, Mom?" Brett asked. For a moment Carrie said nothing. She felt his cock still pressing at her cunt, but it wasn't hard now. The taste of his come juice was on her tongue, and she was excited by it.
She nodded.
"Why did you wait so long?" he asked. "I don't know what you're talking about, Brett," she replied. She pulled her robe over her tit, but left the bottom of it open, her panties showing, his come juice glistening on her flesh. "Wait for what?"
"This," he said, arching his hips upward to press his cock at the heat of her crotch.
"Mmmmm, don't do that," she moaned, her eyes half closing.
"Why not?"
"Because it feels... feels too good," she said softly, grinding lightly on his cock.
She felt his hands move, and he cupped her knees. She sat on top of him with her knees bent, but still open. She looked at his hands, and when her son moved his palms past her knees and onto her thighs, she still said nothing. She watched his hands moving higher and higher, the touch sending sparks of wild desire through her. She gazed at his right hand. He had stopped moving his left when it was halfway to her crotch. But his right hand continued to move slowly, very slowly. He was hesitant, as if he expected her to stop him anytime.
She watched his fingers sliding along her inner thigh and stop a fraction of an inch from her panties. She couldn't stand it. With a soft gasp, she shoved her hips forward, and his fingertips touched her panties. Brett was silent, his eyes watching his fingers, too. Then Carrie lifted her hips slightly, and immediately her son shoved his hand to her crotch.
"Ohhhh, my God!" Carrie cried softly.
"Ohhhh, Brett... " Brett rubbed at the crotch of his mother's panties, feeling her cunt through them, the hot wetness. His cock responded by starting to swell and harden. Carrie held her ass a few inches from it, her son rubbing excitedly. She leaned over, her hands on each side of his shoulders, her ass moving with his hand, sliding on his palm and fingers. She stared right into his hot eyes.
"Fuck me," she breathed. "Oh, Mom!"
"Fuck me, Brett!" she moaned, "Please, fuck me!" .
"Mom, I gotta."
"Shove my panties to one side!" she hissed hoarsely. "Shove them away and fuck me!"
Feverishly, Brett yanked at the crotch of his mother's panties. Carrie shoved a hand down and pushed at her son's cock, positioning it. She felt the swelling cock head against her clit, then pressing past the hair-rimmed lips of her pussy. She held her breath as she moved her cunt downward, taking her son's cock into the tight wetness. He was not yet totally hard, and she felt his cock swelling inside her cunt. Her eyes kept blazing down into his, her lips parted as she gasped hotly. Once again her tit had come from her robe, and Brett stared at it, feeling his mother's cunt squeezing his growing cock, making it harder. The roughness of his jeans scraped at her tender thighs, and even that ex�cited her. She pressed her cunt down, his cock deep inside her boiling cunt. She held still, only her pussy moving in that nice way, squeezing his cock at the base until he was thoroughly hard.
Then, with a moan of delight, Carrie lifted her ass, pulling her stretched cunt up the shaft of his cock until she held only the bulging cock head inside. She could feel the head of her son's cock there, and the way it stretched and filled her pussy just inside was almost enough to make her ready to come again. Brett was staring down at her pussy, seeing the soft mass of curly cunt hair, the very tip of his mother's clit. Carrie didn't take her eyes from his face, watching the expression of delight there. Being able to pro�vide so much ecstasy for her son made her feel good, very good. The lips of her cunt contracted about the head of his cock, making him gasp. He was clutching her thighs with his hands now, his eyes bulging as he watched his mother's hairy cunt start down the shaft of his cock, very slowly.
Carrie sucked in her breath as she filled her cunt with her son's cock, taking it deep. She pressed her stretched cunt hard at his open fly, finding the roughness pleasing. She wanted to pull his pants down, to feel his young balls press hotly against her ass, but she didn't want to take any time for that now. With her cunt pressing down hard, she writhed, grinding against him, feeling his cock throb so deeply. Her clit press�ed at the base of his cock, tingling sweetly.
"Do you like it, honey?" she breathed.
"Does it feel good?"
"Oh, Mom!" Brett grunted. "It's so hot and wet and tight!"
"Mmmmm, I know," she smiled, half shyly, half nervously. Her pussy squeezed time and again. It always happened that way, her cunt squeezing by itself. Every time she had a cock inside it, her pussy squeezed, flexed, pulled, and sucked. It was something that had delighted her husband, something Carrie was very proud of. It was something most women's cunts could not do, at least as far as she was aware.
For what seemed a long time, she sat astride her son, his cock buried into her cunt. She never took her eyes from his face, pleased with the expressions she saw. She wiggled her hips, sliding back and forth with his cock in her cunt, smashing her swollen clit, and she began to make soft sounds of pleasure deep in her throat.
Her eyes became cloudy as she felt a short, mild orgasm ripple through her pussy. It wasn't strong, just a few ripples, a quick spasm or two, but it was wonderful.
"Did you feel that, Brett?" she asked softly.
Brett nodded his head, his eyes on her expos�ed tit.
"I came," she said.
She lifted his right hand from her thigh and placed it upon her revealed tit, her own on the back of his hand. Brett closed his fingers into the firm tit flesh, squeezing gently, feeling his mother's nipple boring into his palm.
"It's okay," she whispered huskily. "You can touch it, play with it, feel it. Squeeze it if you want, baby."
Brett began squeezing and fondling her tit, his other hand still gripping her thigh. Carrie lifted her hips, her cunt sucking up on his cock. She held her breath until she was almost off his prick. She swung her ass in a gentle circle, then moved her cunt down again, faster this time, but still in that maddening slowness. Pressing down hard, she began to grind, still slowly. But now she lowered her shoulders, urging her son to draw her tit into his mouth. Brett stared at her nipple, twisting his ass on the hard floor while his mother ground slowly.
"Kiss it," she murmured. "Kiss it, baby." Brett gasped, and closed his lips about his mother's tit hungrily, trying to swallow it. His tongue flicked and fluttered about the rubbery nipple. Carrie made a hissing sound and began to pump her ass up and down, fucking her son's cock, going a bit faster. The heat of her wet cunt caused his cock to throb and jerk. Carrie pressed her tit deeper into his mouth, sliding a hand to the back of his head, holding his face into her tit. Brett's hand on her thigh moved, sliding along the outer surface toward her pantied ass. With a quick hand, Carrie jerked the belt off her robe and shoved the flaps wide. She was naked except for her panties, and they didn't matter since they were off to one side, her son's cock in her cunt.
She grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to her ass, curling his fingers about one ass cheek. Brett clutched his mother's ass, feeling the satiny fabric of her panties, the heat of her flesh. He sucked harder at her nipple. Carrie lifted and lowered her cunt, fucking on her son's cock with bubbling sounds of increasing pleasure. There was a soft, wet sound coming from between them, her son's cock slippery with her pussy juices now. Carrie knew she was wet, very wet. She was always wet, much more than most women.
"Ohhhh, Brett, Brett!" she sobbed softly. Brett sucked hard at her tit, his free hand dig�ging into the cheek of her ass. He began to lunge his cock up and down, meeting the increasing speed of his mother's cunt. Each time Carrie slammed her cunt down, she grunted with the sensations. She began to fuck with more energy, banging her pussy up and down with wilder thrusts.
Brett's mouth fell away from her tit; his lips open as he gasped. he shot his other hand along her thigh until he was clasping both cheeks of his mother's bouncing ass. He dug his fingers in, making his mother sob with delight. She twisted her ass while plunging it up and down. The stabbing of her son's cock into her cunt was driving her wild, making her mind spin with erotic heat. Her naked tits jiggled with move�ment, her head lifted, neck taut. She had clos�ed her eyes as she panted and gurgled.
"It's about to happen!" she cried out.
"Ohhhh, my God, Brett! It's going to happen!
"It's going to be a big one! Ooooh, yes, baby, yes!"
With wild lunges, Carrie fucked her son", pounding her ass up and down, her knees drawn up along his sides, pressing at him. She lay on top of him, her tits smashed into his face, her arms above his head, fingers clawing at the carpet. Every nerve of her body was overheated, screaming for release. Her cunt pulsated and grabbed at his cock each time she lifted it.
"Ooooh, so good, so good!" she cried, her ass pounding with a frenzy now as her cunt rode up and down his throbbing cock. "She felt her orgasm swelling hotly someplace in the pit of her quivering stomach. Her clit strained and scraped at the hardness of his cock. She felt her son grabbing at her pantied ass with strong fingers, clinging to the ass cheeks desperately.
"Ohhhh, now, now!" Carrie began to scream, her ass beating up and down in such a frenzy, Brett could no longer fuck up and down. "I'm about to do it, Brett! Ohhhh, my God! I'm going to come!"
With a wild lunge, Carrie fucked her cunt hard onto her son's cock, the pussy lips clasp�ing the base.
Again she screamed.
Her cunt began to work, contracting about her son's cock as the explosion of her orgasm sent her shaking violently.
Lying across her son, her tits almost smother�ing him, Carrie rammed her cunt down very hard, fucking his cock deep. Her pussy convuls�ed powerfully with hot, wet waves of rippling orgasm. Brett, feeling what his mother's cunt was doing to him, clutched her ass as tight as he could, grimacing with the mindless ecstasy starting to rumble through his balls.
Carrie shrieked a number of times as the rap�ture burned through her body. As the over�whelming orgasm faded, she began to shake. Her body shuddered from head to toe, and then she lay limply, sobbing into his neck.
Brett, who had almost come, didn't under�stand why she was crying. After the danger of his threatening discharge receded somewhat, he ran his hands under her short robe and up her back. He stroked her gently and soothingly, waiting for the sobs to go away. His cock con�tinued to throb in hardness while his mother's pussy gently pulsated, but not very tightly now.
After a while, Carrie stopped crying. She hugged her son and lifted her head. Her eyes were filled with tears as she smiled shyly down at him.
"Brett," she whispered. "Oh Brett!" Brett worked his hands along his mother's side and toward her tits. But when his fingers brushed the rounded sides, he paused, looking questioningly at her. Carrie felt his cock jerk�ing inside her cunt, and she made a soft sigh as she leaned down, kissing his mouth.
"You can still touch them," she whispered softly.
"I thought... "
"I know what you thought," she interrupted him. "I wasn't crying because I'm embarrass�ed or ashamed. Oh, honey, I was crying because it never felt so good. Not like this, not in a long time."
She saw he still didn't understand. "Darling, women cry sometimes because they're so happy," she said, her moist eyes shining. "I cry when I feel so good I can hardly bear it. That felt so fantastic, I couldn't keep from crying."
"Then it's okay?"
"Okay? Okay?" she squealed. "Darling, it's more than okay! I want it, Brett. My God... I want it so damned much!"
"I... I didn't come, Mother," he said, a. bit shy, himself.
"I know, but don't worry about that," Car�rie replied.
"But I feel... I wanna come, Mother."
"I know you do, baby, and you will," Car�rie whispered, dragging the tip of her tongue across his Ups, from one comer to the other. "I'm not the kind of girl that would leave a fella dry. I'll make sure you come."
She waggled her ass, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl. She worked the muscles of her cunt, making it squeeze his prick hard. Brett moan�ed with the feeling Carrie sat upright, her robe flapping open, her full, round tits exposed with jutting nipples. Brett looked at his mother's tits, down her flat stomach and at the thick pussy hair smashed at the base of his cock.
Carrie moved a hand behind her ass and pull�ed his balls from his open fly, pressing them into the crack of her ass. She gazed down at her son with sparkling eyes, grinning at him. Brett felt his balls pressing into the hot softness of his mother's ass, and his cock lurched in her cunt.
"Nice, huh?" Carrie giggled, her asshole puckering against his balls. "Does that feel good, Brett?"
"You know it does, Mother," he grunted, his hands resting on her thighs again.
Sitting upright on him, his cock far inside her cunt, Carrie saw the picture he had taken of her in the car. It had been dropped to the floor, and now she picked it up, looking at it again. She wiggled her ass back and forth as she looked.
"It is a pretty picture," she said. "You can see right up between my legs and see my pant�ies. I bet that would make a few cocks nice and hard."
Brett gurgled, nodding his head. "It made mine hard."
"But you saw it in the flesh," she respond�ed, placing the picture on the couch. "That's what made your cock hard."
"I know," he replied.
"You can see me in the flesh all you want," she said, starting to fuck her cunt slowly on his prick. "You don't need a picture of me, do you?"
"I like pictures," he said, his voice turning hoarse as he watched his mother's cunt fuck�ing his cock.
"Take some more," she said softly, speeding up her thrusts. "I don't care if you take pictures of me."
Her tits jiggled slightly as she twisted her ass up and down, almost doing a lewd dance with her hips. Her beautiful face began to flush with the warm ecstasy. Carrie caressed her hands up her own flesh and cupped her tits, still riding his cock. She squeezed her tits and lifted them, her nipples rigid. Her long tongue flicked each nipple, her eyes burning down into his. Her nip�ples were long enough so she could close her lips about them in turn, suck on them. Brett clung to his mother's thighs, his eyes watching her suck her own tits, then down again at her bushy cunt. A boiling froth of pussy juice was building up on the base of his cock, smearing his balls now that she had pulled them from his pants.
Brett moved his palms along his mother's thighs, feeling the smoothness of her flesh, watching her fucking him. He slipped his hands under her ass, cupping the spreading ass cheeks as she kept bouncing. Carrie didn't say anything. She kept pulling at her nipples with her lips, eyes flashing with wicked heat. Her husband used to cup her ass this way when she fucked him sitting astride this way. Her son had so many of the same gestures; same habits-it was amazing.
Holding one tit high and with her nipple in�side her mouth, Carrie shoved her other hand down her stomach, her fingers brushing through She speeded her movements, lunging up and down on his cock. A wet, sucking sound drifted to Brett's ears.
"Can you hear it, baby?" Carrie mewled.
"Can you hear that wet sound? That's fucking, Brett! That's the sound of fucking!"
"Yeah, Mother!"
"Listen to it," she moaned. "Just lie still and listen to my pussy fuck your cock! Be still and enjoy it, darling. I'm going to fuck you. Mother will fuck your cock and make it squirt, Brett!"
The words of their conversation had chang�ed drastically and graphically. Carrie couldn't help it; she talked that way when she was arous�ed, especially aroused this intensely. Her earlier orgasm had done nothing to satisfy her enor�mous appetite for cock, and she wanted more, much more.
She leaned over, bracing herself with her hands, and pounded her ass up and down hard, moving from her waist only. She smashed her cunt onto her son's cock almost sadistically, sobbing again with the ecstasy.
"Hold my tits!" she yelped. "Brett, hold my tits!"
Brett's hands shoved to his mother's dangling tits, his fingers curling into the firm mounds. He squeezed and pulled at her tits, something that drove Carrie wild. She beat her cunt up and down his cock, almost hard enough to bruise the tender lips of her swollen cunt. Her clit smashed and scraped on the throbbing cock shaft, sending vibrant shudders through her. She wiggled her ass wildly, always fucking her pussy up and down.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby!" she hissed. "Ahhhhh, it's wonderful, Brett! You're so hard, so very hard! God, I want that cock deep, so fucking deep! I can feel your cock, darling! I can feel it all the way inside my cunt! I love that feeling... I love to feel a hard cock u my hot fucking cunt!"
Brett's senses reeled as he listened to his mother, his cock swelling even harder. His balls were tight at the base, loaded in an aching fullness. He knew he was going to come hard-�hard and wild and copiously.
"I'm going to come again!" Carrie shouted.
"Ohhhh, Brett, Mother is going to come again! Ahhhhh, yes, I am, I am!"
She slammed her cunt up and down in a brutal way, smashing her son's ass against the carpet. Her knees pressed at his sides as she lifted her head high, eyes closed. Brett dug into his mother's tits hard, arching his hips as he grit�ted his teeth. Even as his mother fucked fran�tically, he still felt her pussy sucking at his cock with those gripping, waving cunt lips.
"Mother! I'm about to come!" he shouted. "Ohhhh, Mother, I gotta do it! I gotta come, Mother!"
"Shoot it!" she urged throatily. "Shoot it to me! Brett, Brett... come hard, baby! Ohhhh, God, squirt it to me hard! Fill my cunt, baby! Fill my fucking cunt!"
"I gotta!" Brett sobbed.
"Do it!" she screamed. "Ohhhh, do it now! I'm coming, Brett! Ooooh, shit, my cunt... I'm coming so fucking hard, Brett! Hurry, come with me!"
Brett grunted, and his cock exploded. Spurt after spurt of creamy, boiling come juice splattered the hot, satiny walls of his mother's hungry cunt. The rapid spasms sent Carrie into a mindless orgasm that threatened to destroy her. Her cunt grabbed his cock hard as she rammed down, the hairy cunt lips pull�ing as if sucking the come juice out of his balls.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Carrie screeched, straining her cunt onto his cock as tightly as she could. "Ohhhh, fuck yes! Fuck yes, fuck yes!"
"Ahhhhh, Mother, Mother! I'm coming... so fucking much!"
"Yes, baby, yes!"
CHAPTER THREE
There was no turning back now.
Carrie knew that as she lay alone in bed, gaz�ing out the window at the darkened night. The moon was full, and silvery shadows were everywhere. She never drew the drapes in her room. She liked them open so she could always see the sun when she woke up, or watch the stars before she went to sleep. There was no danger of anyone seeing her, but she wouldn't have cared if they did. When her husband was alive, they tucked with the drapes open, and he didn't give-a-damn if they were seen by someone peek�ing either.
Her room was dark, of course, because she didn't like a light on, not unless she was fuck�ing. Then she wanted light, wanted to see everything. She wondered what Brett was doing, what he was thinking about, inside his own room. She thought of what they 'had done that day, and found she experienced no guilt whatsoever.
After she had made her son come, she had climbed from him, standing up with her hand cupped between her thighs, feeling his precious come juice seeping from her starved cunt. She had not bothered to belt her robe. That would have been senseless after fucking' him.
Brett had remained on the floor, his cock and balls still out of his open fly, and it was one of the most erotic and exciting sights she had seen in a long time. They had grinned at each other, and she noticed a slight bashfulness on his young face now that the heat of their fucking was over. She lifted a foot and toyed with his cock and balls a moment.
"That is one wonderful cock," she had said to him, smiling fondly down at his face. "So beautiful and hard."
"Not now it isn't, Mother," he Said. "Poor thing," she teased gently. "I guess was too much for it, huh?"
"Oh, no!" he said quickly.
Working her toes along his cock and balls, she said in a low voice: "My cunt ruined it, I think."
"No, Mother," he replied.
"Just teasing, darling," she giggled. "You can't ruin a cock, not one like yours. But then again, my pussy is kind of hot, and it just might ruin it."
"Mother, come on."
"Still teasing," she giggled, taking her foot away.
She turned from him and walked slowly toward the door, waggling her ass in a pro�nounced way. Brett's eyes followed her, gazing at her long, slender thighs and trying to see the cheeks of her ass.
. Looking over her shoulder, Carrie flipped her robe up and about her waist. She waggled her ass at her son. She ran a hand over her ass.
"Nice, huh?" she asked. "Do you like that ass, Brett?"
"It's beautiful, Mother," he replied. "It's the most beautiful ass in the world."
"You better think it is," she said, leaning over and cupping the cheeks of her ass with both hands. "It's probably the hottest, anyway."
Then, deliberately, she pulled the cheeks of her ass open, and Brett gasped. He stared at her hairy coot and the brown pucker of her asshole. She wiggled her ass a moment at him, and then 'went to relax in a hot bubble bath.
Dinner was eaten in silence. Both had dress�ed, and Carrie searched her son's face careful�ly. What they had done was much too good to ignore. She wanted it to continue, wanted her son's cock inside her cunt as often as possible.
They both went to bed earlier than usual.
Brett had left her in the family room, and Car�rie finally sighed and went off to bed, herself. She had been hoping her son would ask to sleep with her, wanting to feel his naked flesh close, to hold him cuddled through the night. If he was having misgivings about fucking her, she thought she could soothe them, make him know it was exactly what she wanted.
Carrie spent a restless night...
When she woke up, she had kicked the sheets to the floor, and the sun was high, already giv�ing the promise of a hot day. As her eyes open�ed, she became aware of the wetness between her thighs, then the slight pulsation of her cunt. She had the vague memory of some wild, erotic dream, but couldn't picture it now. her nipples were stiff as she sat up, swinging her slim legs over the bed. She was naked, as she preferred when in bed. Sliding into the short robe, she smelled food as she stepped out of her room.
"How nice," she said, seeing the table set with breakfast.
Brett was dishing up scrambled eggs into a platter, and he grinned sheepishly at her.
"You've never cooked breakfast before in your life, Brett," she said, pleased with his attempt. She sat down, and then quickly pull�ed the toast from the toaster. It was charred. Brett's face fell as he saw the bread.
"It's just fine, honey," she said. But when. she tasted the eggs; she couldn't help but make a face.
Brett was still watching her, his expression hopeful.
"Brett" she said softly, placing her hand on top of his. This is wonderful. I mean, that you tried. I don't want to hurt your feelings, baby, but from now on, I'll do the cooking."
"I wanted to try, Mother," he said, looking as if he was about to bawl. "I mean, after yesterday, I had to do... " Carrie stood up and kissed her son on his cheek. "You did just fine, Brett. I really love the gesture, but let's face it; you can't cook worth a dime... fuck.' His head jerked upward, looking at his mother's face. "That's right, fuck," she grinned. "Let me do what I've always done around here. Just because we screwed the hell out of each other, you don't have to try and change into something you're not. I may call on you for some things, but I'll do the cooking, as usual."
While her son sat there, Carrie tossed the ruined food away and prepared another breakfast for them. Brett's mood lifted and he ate with his usual youthful gusto.
Carrie drank her coffee, and when one of her tits slipped free, she left it naked. Brett glanced at her tit often, as if trying to keep her from noticing. Carrie slipped her hand under the table and placed it on his leg. Brett was dressed in a t-shirt and jogging shorts, and she stroked his naked thigh.
"Want to go bike riding today?" she asked him.
"Sure, Mom," he replied, his leg shaking as he felt her hot palm sliding upward.
They each had ten-speed bicycles, but Carrie had seldom gone riding with her son. In fact, she had seldom ridden her bike at all. It was still almost new.
Carrie slipped her fingers to the leg of his jog�ging shorts.
"You know," she said softly, her voice seduc�tive, "I had the most delicious dream last night, but I can't remember what it was; only what it was about."
"What kind of dream, Mother?"
"Well, it had to be sexy," she said. "I was very wet when I woke up and my nipples were very hard."
Brett's eyes widened as he looked at her face.
She saw his pleasure shining and moved her fingers under the leg of his jogging shorts.
"This is what I needed, darling," she whispered.
"You should have called me," he said.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted to do it again," she replied.
She felt the tips of her fingers touching the side of his cock. She stroked along it, running her fingertip into the small tuft of wiry hair. Sliding her fingertip along his cock, she felt it responding. Shoving his jogging shorts to one side, she lifted her son's cock free, and closed her fingers around it, pumping back and forth slowly. Brett made a gurgling sound and scooted his ass to the edge of his chair, opening his legs.
"Mmmmm, I have something very nice in my hand," she whispered, running her thumb over the head of his cock, finding the wetness seep�ing out of his piss hole. "It's growing, too. You're getting hard, baby."
She squeezed her son's cock, time and again, . feeling it harden, making her palm tingle. With her other hand, she untied the belt to her robe, pushing it open to reveal her full, firm tits with hard nipples. Parting her knees, she slipped her hand down and rubbed at her cunt, working her middle finger into the fiery wetness.
"You know what mother is doing?" she ask�ed in a breathless sound. "I'm pulling on your cock, baby, but I'm... playing with my pussy, too."
"You play with your pussy, Mother?"
"Mmmmm, all the time," she answered dreami�ly, his cock throbbing in full hardness now. "I love to feel my pussy, feel the soft hair and lips and stick my fingers in it."
Brett leaned down, looking under the table.
He saw his mother with her knees spread wide, her finger fucking in and out of her cunt. His cock throbbed powerfully. He sat up, grinning delightedly. "I never saw a girl do that before, Mother. I thought only boys jacked off."
"Girls love to play with their cunts," she said.
"That is, when they don't have a boy like you with a beautiful hard-on."
"But I'm right here, and my cock sure is hard," he gasped, staring at her tits.
"I know. But it's fun to play around before fucking," she said, squeezing his cock. "It's fun to watch each other, Just each other."
"I can't see anything," he complained. "But you can feel," Carrie murmured, then slipped from her chair to her knees at her son's side. "Turn around, baby."
Brett turned as his mother moved between his legs. She knelt, gazing at his cock with fiery eyes. Pushing the crotch of his shorts away, she exposed his balls. Her eyes devoured them, find�ing her son's balls precious and lovely. There was no hair on his balls, and only that small tuft at the base of his cock. Somehow, the very youthfulness of his body excited her more than her husband's grown, hairy body had. Taking his balls in one hand, Carrie kept pumping his cock with the other. Brett shivered as he push�ed his ass to the edge of his chair, spreading his knees wide.
"Are you gonna do something with your mouth, Mother?" he asked, his voice trembl�ing with' eagerness.
"My mouth?" she asked, looking up at him.
"What in the world are you talking about, darling? I don't know anything I can do with my mouth."
"A blow job!" he blurted. "Are you gonna blow me, Mother?"
Carrie giggled almost childishly. "What do you know about blow jobs, honey?"
"Nothing," he confessed. "But the guys say it's the greatest. Some say they like it better than a pussy."
"Better than a pussy? Are they crazy?"
"I don't know," he said, his face tight with desire.
"You like my pussy, don't you?" Carrie teas�ed her son. "You love to fuck my cunt, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Mother!"
"Then what's this talk of a blow job?"
"I didn't mean anything by it!" he said quick�ly. "I don't care about any old blow job, Mother."
"You're lying." She grinned and squeezed his cock hard, watching the cock head bulge and his piss hole open, wet and slippery. "You want me to suck this hard cock, don't you?".
"It's okay, Mother," he said. "I don't wan�na get a blow job. I don't even know what a blow job is."
"Little liar," she laughed throatily. "You're a fucking little liar, and I know it. You want me to suck your cock."
Brett didn't reply. He was shaking as his mother jacked his cock, pulling at his balls.
"You're afraid I won't fuck you, that's what it is," she said, her eyes blazing with desire. "You're afraid if you ask me to suck your cock, I'll get mad and won't fuck you anymore, right?"
Brett nodded.
"Some girls might," Carrie answered. "Some girls might be pissed off if a fella asks for a blow job. They'll get so pissed off, they'll put their little panties on and run home. But... I'm not that kind of girl, darling. "
"You don't have to do it, Mother," he said.
"I didn't mean I wanted you to blow me."
"You don't understand what I said," she whispered. "I wouldn't put my panties on and go home just because you wanted a blow job. How can I do that? I live here."
"I don't wanna make you mad," he said. Carrie leaned forward, shoving his t-shirt up and licking at his stomach. "Brett, I love to fuck, but... I love to suck a cock, too. I'll give you a blow job, and I'll give you a good one. When I said I wasn't that kind of girl, I meant I'd suck your cock off, baby."
"You will?" His eyes almost bulged out of his face. "You really will, Mother?"
"Mmmmm, you just watch me," she purred. Carrie lowered her face, brushing her lips across the head of her son's cock. She smeared the dripping juices about her lips, then kissed along the hard cock shaft toward his balls. She cradles his balls in her palm and pressed her lips to them. Using the flat surface of her tongue, she licked at his balls, and with a whimper of pleasure, buried her face into his crotch, sliding his balls into her mouth.
"Ohhhh, Mother!" Brett groaned. "Mmmmm," she mewled, sucking at his balls, loving the taste of them in her wet mouth.
She licked as she sucked, her eyes closed as she savored the fullness of her mouth. She press�ed his throbbing cock against her cheek, and mouthed his balls for some time.
"So hot," she murmured as she let them fall out of her mouth. "Your balls taste so hot, baby, so hot and full! Mmmmm, I love them, love your sweet balls!"
Brett stared down with hot eyes as his mother began licking along the shaft of his cock. He couldn't believe the ecstasy her hot, wet mouth and tongue gave him. His mother positioned her head in such a way so he could watch her tongue and lips, her eyes flashing up at him hotly. Her tongue swirled up to the prick head then around it. She poked the tip at his piss hole, tasting the hot juices bubbling from it.
"Mmmmm, very nice," she whispered softly. "Sweet and hot and slippery." She swished her tongue round and round, then closed her lips about his piss hole, holding his balls tightly. She sucked, her tongue flick�ing back and forth.
"Ohhhh, Mother! You better watch that!"
"Watch what, darling?" she moaned softly. "Sucking and licking that way."
"Why? What would happen?" she teased, rubbing his cock along her chin and neck, then across her lips again.
"You'd make me come, that's what would happen."
"Would you? Really?" Her eyes smoldered, slitted, her breathing coming out hotly. "You'd really come if I sucked your cock that way?"
"I might," he said, feeling her smooth neck and chin on his cock. "It feels so good I just might, Mother."
Pretending to pout, Carrie pulled away. "Then I won't suck it."
"I won't come, Mother!" he promised hasti�ly. "I won't!"
"You never understand what I mean, do you?
Brett, I mean I won't suck your cock if you don't come."
"In your mouth, Mother?"
"In my mouth," she said. "I'll suck your cock off, baby, but you have to come in my mouth."
"Come in your "mouth?" Brett could hardly believe her. "You really want me to come in your mouth?"
"I don't suck a cock unless it comes in my mouth," she said, grinning wickedly up at him. "Promise you'll come in my mouth, and I'll give you a blow job."
"You like it?" he asked.
"I love it!" she mewled. "God, I just love a hard cock squirting in my mouth!"
"Then I'll do it! I'll come in your mouth, Mother!"
Carrie leaned down, pulling her son's cock into her mouth. Brett gasped with the hot, wet sensation as his mother pulled it deep. Carrie made a gurgling sound when the smooth head of his cock brushed her throat, her lips being tickled by the tuft of wiry hair, her nose against his stomach. She held his cock deeply, her lips writhing, tongue stroking, his balls against her chin.
Brett gripped the edges of his chair, watching his mother. With his cock buried inside her mouth, Carrie pulled her robe from her body, and knelt between her son's thighs, naked feel�ing very good to have a hard cock inside her mouth after such a long time. Her lips felt each ridge, each pulsation of her son's cock. The taste radiated fantastic sensations from her mouth to her cunt. Her pussy was starting to drip, and she felt it squeeze as she began to bob her mouth up and down Brett's prick. She twisted her head sideways, making screwing motions as she suck�ed, at first slowly, her tongue constantly lick�ing. She sucked from the base to the prick head, moaning with ecstasy. Her tongue became coated with the delicious juices bubbling from his piss hole.
She slipped her hands into the legs of his jog�ging shorts, clutching at his hips as she sucked. Brett scooted his ass farther on the chair until it was hanging over. Carrie made a hungry, sob�bing sound and cupped the cheeks of his ass, squeezing them as her mouth moved faster, bob�bing up and down, sucking powerfully. Her hair fanned about her lovely face as she moved faster and faster. When she sucked cock, she enjoyed taking her time to really taste it, but it had been so long since she'd had a hard, throbbing cock in her mouth, she was too excited to take her time.
"Mmmmm!" she squealed, looking up at his glowing face. ""Your balls are full, baby. You're not going to choke me, are you?"
Brett squirmed, trying to shove his cock back into her mouth. "I won't choke you, Mother! I promise!"
"You'd promise anything right now," she laughed, running her tongue about the swollen cock head. "But don't worry; I can take everything you give me. I can swallow the big�gest load of come juice you'll ever have."
"Suck me!" he yelped.
With a greedy moan, Carrie rammed her mouth onto his cock, sucking in a frenzy now. Her lips burned and tingled as she sucked up and down. She dug her fingers into his ass, squeezing hard, urging her son to come, to spurt his precious come juice into her mouth. She beat her mouth up and down swiftly, feeling the cock head smashing into her throat. Brett squirmed his ass, grabbing his mother's cheeks with his hands, humping his ass up and down, fucking into her mouth as she came down.
"Ooooh, Mother! Oh, Mother!" he cried out.
Carrie sucked in a frenzy, sobbing as the ecstasy increased. Her coot was clamping, tightening, as if she were being fucked, too. She felt an orgasm rumbling between her thighs, but that was no surprise. Every time she sucked a cock, she came. The taste of cock cream always made her come. She loved the creamy, thick taste of jizz.
She sucked as hard as she could, dragging her lips up and down his cock, her fingers digging into his tight ass. Brett thrust his hips up and down, almost sobbing with the unbelievable rap�ture. His mother's mouth was so hot and wet, and tight as her cunt.
"Mmmmm!" she urged hotly, sucking hungrily.
"Mother, I'm about to let it go!"
Carrie seemed to go wild. She sucked with a frenzy that was almost frightening, racing her lips up and down, her tongue pressing his cock to the roof of her mouth. She held her lips as tight as she could.
"Now, Mother!" Brett shouted.
The spurting come juice splashed against the back of her throat. Carrie growled as she began to swallow hurriedly, her coot exploding with a delicious orgasm. She gulped the jism from her son's cock hungrily, still squeezing his ass, pulling his cock up and deep into her mouth. Time and again her son filled her mouth with is hot come juice, and Carrie was true to her word. She didn't spill a single drop. It all gush�ed down her throat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carrie lifted her mouth from her son's cock. With her lips glistening, her eyes shirting, she kissed his thigh. With a playful slap, she stood up.
"You're naked," Brett said.
"You didn't notice me taking my robe off," she said. "I guess you had your mind on something else." She stood with her hands on her-hips, jutting her cunt forward, her tits high and wide with nipples peaked. "Do you like seeing me naked?"
Brett nodded his head, staring at all the loveliness of his mother's slender body. What excited him most was her hairy cunt.
"You can touch, you know," she whispered. Eagerly he darted his hand forward shoving his fingers into the hair of his mother's cunt. He felt the softness of it, then rubbed along the puffy, wet pussy lips. Carrie gasped as his finger scraped along her clit, her hips jerking.
"That's enough," she said, pulling away.
"We're supposed to go bike riding, aren't we?"
Brett grinned at her. "I'd just as soon stay home and fuck, Mother."
"I know you would," she replied. "But I want to go riding."
She knew her son was disappointed, but she knew what she was doing. Brett was very young, and now that he had tasted the pleasures of fucking, he would try to be fucking constantly. that was fine with her, but Carrie had other ideas, ideas that excited her and some about things she had done with her husband. She had no doubts that her son would do them, too.
She went to her room and dressed, pulling on a pair of scarlet jogging shorts, with loose legs, and a T-shirt. She was naked under the shorts and T-shirt, and her tits were outlined, and the dark circles of her nipples could be seen. The bottom of her shapely ass was slightly exposed by the shorts, and if she wasn't careful, pussy hair would be seen, too. But Carrie wasn't going to be careful, either.
When she was dressed, she found her son in the garage, getting the bikes out. He had already opened the garage door and her bike was in the driveway, waiting. He looked at her.
"You're going riding like that, Mother?"
"Why not?"
"It's okay, I guess," he said.
"Girls ride dressed like this all the -time."
"But I can see your tits. "
"I know," she grinned. "You can see any girl's tits in a T-shirt."
Brett rolled his bike out of the garage, then closed the door. When he turned around, his mother was just lifting her leg onto her bike. He gasped as he caught a flash of her cunt hair. He didn't say anything, but his cock started to tingle.
"You want to ride behind me?" she asked. There was something in his mother's voice that told him she wanted him behind her, so he nodded. Carrie pedaled off, 'with Brett follow�ing her. He watched her ass on the seat, her long legs flashing in the sun. Carrie rode slowly, and looked back at him, grinning. She lifted her ass from the seat and jutted it backwards, and Brett giggled. He could see the white of her ass where the tan of her thighs stopped.
"Don't get hard," she called and pedaled a little faster. "We can't have your cock sticking out, can we?"
"Then stop showing me your ass, Mother," e called out, laughing with her.
"But I want to show my ass," she teased, lift�ing it from the seat and shaking it, almost los�ing control of her bike.
Putting her ass back on the seat, she made it squirm from side to side, exaggerating her pedaling. She led her son across a big park, then into the stand of trees about a mile from their house. They passed a few other riders, and Brett. felt a little jealous as the men took long glances at his mother. Some of the girls he saw were very pretty, but he didn't think they compared with his mother.
Carrie led her son along an isolated path, and once away from everyone else, lifted her ass from the seat and teased him by shaking it. The jogging shorts drew into the crack, exposing most of her ass to him. Brett rode behind his mother with a raging hard-on, unable to keep his eyes from her ass and legs. After a while Car�rie pulled up and stopped. She sat on the seat with one foot balancing her as Brett pulled alongside. She grinned when she saw his cock straining against his shorts.
"Nice," she said, pointing at it. "Very nice." Brett saw pussy hair escaping the leg of his mother's shorts, and he slipped his cock from the leg of his shorts. Carrie's eyes took on a dreamy expression as she looked at it. She shov�ed her hand to his cock and stroked the head, then wrapped her palm about it, feeling the hot smoothness, the dripping wetness from his piss hole. Pulling her hand away, she licked at her palm, her eyes flashing at him wickedly. She squirmed her cunt on the seat of her bike, then leaned the bike against a tree.
"Let's take a breather, baby," she said, walk�ing a short distance away and sitting down, lean�ing against a tree and drawing her knees up.
With his cock jutting from his shorts, Brett braced his _ bike. But instead of joining-his mother immediately, he leaned over her bike and began smelling the seat.
Carrie laughed. "You nut!"
"I've always wanted to do that," he grinned.
"Smells kind of nice, Mother. I've wanted to smell a bike seat after a girl rode."
That simple gesture caused Carrie's cunt to react with a quivering heat, and she lifted the leg of her shorts to one side, and began to slowly stroke her pussy, her eyes watching his cock wave and bob as he came toward her. Seeing him sniffing her bike seat had given her an idea. She slipped her ass forward, parting her legs wide and holding the crotch of the shorts wide.
"You can smell the real thing if you want," she said softly.
Brett stood looking down at her, his eyes half glazed. The wet pink flesh of his mother's cunt looked succulent, sweet, with the curly soft hair framing it. He dropped to his knees and leaned forward without hesitation, pressing his face close to his mother's cunt. With a giggle, Car�rie grabbed the back of her son's head and pull�ed his face tight into her cunt.
Brett, surprised by the abruptness, tried to jerk his' face away.
"It's better to kiss it than smell it," she said, whipping her crotch about in a sideways motion, smearing her juicy cunt into his face.
Brett found the hot wetness against his face pleasant. His mother's cunt was soft and juicy, very hot, and the hair tickled his nose and cheeks. He kissed it, tentatively at first, and then harder. Carrie gave a soft cry of delight when her son unexpectedly darted his tongue out, penetrating her cunt.
"Ohhhh, yes, Brett!" she gurgled.' "Lick it!
Lick that cunt, darling!"
Sliding his hands under his mother's ass, he lifted her crotch to his face, and began to lick about the juicy cunt slit eagerly. The taste excited him, and he found it very nice to suck and lick at her bulging clit. Carrie closed her eyes and humped her cunt into his face, holding the back of his head with one hand, the other spreading the thick hair of her pussy for him. Brett slurped hungrily into his mother's cunt, fucking his tongue in and out, feeling the velvety softness of the cunt lips, then seeing how deep he could push his tongue.
"Ohhhh, yes, baby!" Carrie gasped. "Fuck my cunt with your tongue! Ooooh, that's very nice, darling! Shove it deep, Brett! Ahhhhh, tongue-fuck my pussy, lick my cunt!"
She slammed her cunt hard into his face, unmindful of where they were, of the grass and leaves beneath her body. Her head was still on the tree trunk, her chin tugged downward, eyes glowing hotly as she watched her son's face buried between her thighs, the lower half hid�den by her thick pussy hair. She twisted and thrashed her hips about with his darting tongue, squealing softly.
From the distance came shouting voices, but Carrie didn't mind; what her son was doing to her right now was all that mattered. His tongue fucked in and out of her cunt as he squeezed her ass, his hands inside her shorts. Being in the open this way made it more exciting, more erotic, for her.
"Mmmmm, Mother." Brett -lifted his face.
"This is good, Mother! You taste so good! Your cunt is wet and hot, and I love the way it tastes!"
"Suck me, baby!" she groaned. "Ohhhh, Brett, suck me off! Suck my cunt off and make me come! I need it now, darling! Ohhhh, make me come with your mouth, your tongue! Fuck me with your tongue, darling!".
Brett shoved his face back into her cunt, lick�ing hungrily, smearing his mouth into the wetness. -His fingers dug hard at the cheeks of her writhing ass, making his mother sob with increasing rapture. His tongue fucked in and out of her cunt, his upper lip smashing her sensitive, bulging clit.
"Ohhhh, God!" Carrie hissed. "Baby, baby!
You're going to make me come any minute! Ooooh, lick it, Brett! Suck my cunt! I'm about to come, and come all over your sweet, cunt sucking mouth-pat me, lick me, suck me!"
Brett thrust his tongue hard, and at the same time his mother slammed her cunt into his face, holding the back of his head with both hands, trying to swallow the cries of ecstasy. Her cunt contracted about his tongue and he pushed and pulled it swiftly. Carrie came in a strong con�vulsion, the hairy lips of her cunt squeezing and sucking at his fucking tongue. Her clit was throbbing with those most delicious spasms and her tits felt as if they would come out of her T�-shirt, they were so swollen. Brett fucked his tongue time and again into his mother's grip�ping cunt, finding his mouth filling with her slip�pery, scalding pussy juices. He swallowed even as he kept up the relentless tongue-fucking.
"Ohhhh, please, no more!" Carrie sobbed, pushing at his head. "Stop, darling! Ohhhh, my cunt... please, no more!"
Reluctantly, Brett lifted his face. She gazed happily at her son, seeing the wetness of her cunt smearing his face from nose to chin, his lips gleaming. He was grinning proudly at her, standing on his knees, his cock jutting out of his shorts.
"Did I suck you okay, Mother?" he asked. "You sucked me just fine," she whisper, feeling good. "You sucked me almost dry. But now we've got to do something about that hard-on, don't we? We can't have you riding back home with that thing sticking out. Some girl might grab it. Then what would I do?"
Brett drew his mother's hand to his cock, but she only squeezed it and pumped a few times.
"I've got a better place for it," she said, and turned onto her stomach. On her hands and knees, she offered her ass to her son. "Just pull my shorts to one side and fuck me."
Hurriedly, Brett yanked his mother's shorts to the side, exposing the creamy whiteness, her cunt pouching backward. For a moment he stared down, gazing at the puffy lips of her pussy, the tight wink of her asshole.
"Hurry, Brett," she urged. "Fuck me before someone comes along. We don't want to be seen, do we?"
Brett, on his knees, moved to his mother's ass. He gripped his cock with one hand and his mother's ass with the other. Once he pressed the swollen head of his prick to her pussy, he fuck�ed in quickly.
"Ooooh!" Carrie cried out with delight as his cock penetrated deeply, his balls smashing. "Hurry and fuck me, Brett! Ohhhh, God, fuck me fast!"
Brett, grunting, fucked into his mother's cunt, gripping her hips now, pulling her ass back as he drove inward. Each fuck thrust made his mother gasp. Carrie hung her head, her arms trembling, the rapture swelling through her body. The sensation of her son's cock fucking into her cunt was fantastic, enhanced because they were out in the open. Anyone coming along could see them, and there could be no doubt at all that they were fucking.
Brett pounded hard, gasping, watching his prick disappear into his mother's cunt. He fuck�ed so fast and hard, the cock head pulled free, only to plunge back in. The sensation of that made Carrie sob softly, her ass wiggling and twisting for him.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Bang me, fuck me! Brett, bang the piss out of my cunt! Ohhhh, baby, I'm so fucking hot! I'm going to come again, too! Ooooh, pound my cunt... beat the shit out of my fucking ass! I love it, Brett! I love your cock! I love your hard cock fucking my hot cunt!"
Shoving her hand between her thighs, she jerked at his shorts, letting his balls free. When she closed her hand about them, she found his balls were tight and swollen. Holding herself up with one arm was difficult, since she was being pounded by his cock so frantically. .
Brett rammed his fucker in and out desperate�ly his balls aching in the need to release, his cock throbbing and burning along the satiny walls of his mother's fiery cunt.
"Hurry, hurry!" Carrie cried. "I'm about to come, darling! Ohhhh, I want to feel you com�ing with me! I want to feel you squirt that sweet come juice up my cunt while I come! Come, Brett! Fill mother's cunt! Come in my pussy, baby!"
Carrie lifted her head, eyes bulging. She couldn't hold back the scream of ecstasy when her cunt went into convulsions. The gripping pussy lips closed tightly about her son's cock, and "Brett was still fucking away. He felt his mother's cunt grabbing at his prick with wav�ing contractions. He fucked harder, driving his cock in and out, the cock head sliding free only to spear her cunt again. He banged and pound�ed, grunting as his balls became tighter and tighter.
"Now, Brett!" Carrie screamed. "Please, come in me now!"
Brett pulled back, prepared to ram his cock as hard and deep as he could, knowing he was going to come this time. He rammed forward. And his cock fucked up his mother's ass. "Owww!" Carrie screamed. "Brett, that's my asshole!"
But it was too late.
Brett's cock fucked into his mother's ass hole very deep, his balls smashed against her convuls�ing cunt. He knew his cock was up her asshole, but at that instant he didn't care where it was.
The powerful squirt of come juice exploded from his piss hole, and Carrie felt it splashing deeply into her ass. She cried out, her eyes almost popping from her head. It felt as if her son had split her asshole wide open, yet there was a strange sweetness about it, too.
Surprised at the odd sensation, she shoved her ass back tightly, feeling his balls writhe against the sensitive lips of her cunt, his cock throbb�ing inside the excruciatingly tight ring of her asshole, his come juice gushing into her ass guts. her orgasm increased, the power overwhelming her. Feeling her son's cock inside her asshole seemed to trigger a perverse excitement in her that Carrie had been unaware of.
Her ass hole clamped about her son's cock, squeezing as her cunt always did. She couldn't believe the ecstasy that rumbled through her, couldn't believe her son's cock was up her asshole and he was coming there. Her arms gave out, and her head and shoulders lowered to the ground, eyes closed. Her ass jutted high in the air, and her son, still coming, fucked his cock back and forth slowly, staring at where his cock was.
Finally, he slipped his prick free, watching his mother's asshole close. He sat back, breathing hard.. Carrie felt too good to move, and remain�ed with her ass arching in the air, her jogging shorts still pulled to one side, a creamy ass cheek exposed.
"I'm sorry, Mother," he said, contrite. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm really sorry. "
"I'm not," Carrie said in a low voice, final�ly turning around and kneeling there, her eyes shining. "I just found out something."
CHAPTER FIVE
After placing the bikes inside the garage, Carrie watched her son repeat what he had done in the woods. She was amused at his childish antics of smelling of the seat, when he had the real thing to smell, if that was what turned him on. She would certainly not stop him from pressing his nose into her cunt instead of her bicycle seat.
As she entered the house, she felt her asshole tingling. During the ride home, she thought it felt as if his cock was still in her ass, and to her delight, she discovered it had been quite pleasant to feel his cock there. There had been that quick, initial pain, but once his cock had fucked up her ass, the sensations had been unbelievable. The stretching of her asshole, the way his cock filled it, had been amazing.
In her bathroom, she undressed and filled the tub. She had worked up a good sweat riding, and her flesh felt salty.
Brett came in as his mother was leaning over the tub testing the water. He stood a moment and looked at her, his eyes taking in the curve of her ass, her long legs. As before, the white cheeks of her ass contrasted deliciously with the golden color of her thighs. He couldn't resist touching her, and slipped up close. He ran his palms along the backs of her creamy thighs, up to cup the spreading cheeks of her rounded ass.
"Mmmmm, that feels good, honey," she said, bracing herself over the tub.
"It sure does, Mother," he laughed as he squeezed the cheeks of her ass. "Your ass feels great."
Carrie waggled her ass, then straightened up, turning to face him. Brett caught her tits in his hands, drawing a nipple to his lips. She wrapped. her arms about his head, pulling his face into her tit, smashing her nipple past his teeth. Brett sucked and ran his hands about her curvy ass and smooth back. She felt his cock pressing at her thigh, and returned the pressure.
"I think we should go riding more often," she purred. "If it makes your cock hard, that is."
"You just looked so sexy, riding with your ass moving and lifting," he said.
"You liked that, did you?" she grinned, shov�ing her hands into his shorts and grabbing his young ass tightly.
Brett didn't answer. He sucked hard at his mother's tit, his tongue flicking the rubbery hardness. Carrie felt herself responding, and she shoved at his shorts. She lowered her body to push them off, and her tit came out of his mouth. His cock jerked upward from the elastic waist of his shorts, and Carrie stared at it right before her face. His shorts dangled at his knees, and she kissed the head of his dripping cock. It had been only half an hour since he had fucked it up her asshole, and his prick was beautifully hard again. She swirled her tongue about the smooth cockhead, sitting on the rim of the tub, holding his hips. "Your tongue is hot, Mother," he gasped, watching her with glowing eyes..
"Mmmmm, I know," she murmured, glancing up at him before closing her lips about the head of his cock. She sucked it deeply, her lips press�ing at the wiry patch of hair, holding it. The cockhead was brushing at her throat, and she gave a soft whimper of pleasure.
Holding his cock in her mouth, she shoved his shorts to his feet. Brett stepped from them and lifted his T-shirt off his head and shoulders. Carrie cupped his ass, her fingers digging into the asscrack as she pulled his cock deep. She moaned and squeezed his ass, pushing her fingers into the crack. She felt his asshole and rubbed it, making her son groan with ecstasy. She flashed her eyes up at him, her lips clutching his cock.
Deliberately she pressed the tip of one finger against the tightness of his asshole, and felt it slide past the ass ring. Brett's eyes clouded with a perverse feeling, and his lips parted. Carrie worked more of her finger into her son's ass, watching his face, feeling his cock throb very hard between her lips.
When her son didn't protest, Carrie fucked her finger deep inside his asshole. For a moment or so, she kept it there, her lips writhing at the base of his cock. Then she sucked away, kissed his lower stomach, but kept her finger inside his ass.
"If I suck you off, will you get a hard-on for me when I finish my bath?" she asked, her voice whispery.
"I think I can," he groaned.
"I can help you get it hard," Carrie replied, sliding her tongue about the swollen head of his cock, tasting the juices dripping from his piss hole. "I can always make your cock hard, can't I?"
"You sure can, Mother!"
Carrie placed the flat surface of her tongue at the base of his cock, running it up slowly, tasting the hot hardness. Her finger was rammed all the way into his asshole, and she felt the ring tightening, loosening, tightening again. She saw his young balls quiver, and lapped at them with the tip of her tongue. Turning her head sideways a little, she opened her lips and gulped his precious balls into her mouth. Rolling them both inside her mouth, she slowly pulled her finger from his ass, but not all the way out. She felt his asshole grab at her fingertip as if Brett wanted to keep it there. She moaned softly, and dropped his balls. With a feverish hunger, she rubbed her lips up and down the shaft of his throbbing cock, feeling her lips tingle and her mouth watering up with desire.
Taking his cock into her mouth again, she bobbed her face back and forth, loving the sliding of his cock between her lips. She pushed her finger back into his asshole, making her son grunt. Flashing her eyes up at his contorted face again, seeing his enjoyment, Carrie began to suck hard, and at the same time fuck him in his asshole with her finger. The faster she thrust her finger, the better Brett seemed to enjoy it. She pulled her lips up and down his cock, feeling his asshole drawing on her finger.
"Do you like this, honey?" she whispered softly, brushing her lips back and forth on the head of his cock. "Does this feel good? My finger up your ass, I mean?"
"Oh, yes, Mother!"
Carrie plunged her finger back and forth, lapping down at his balls again, then up his cock to suck it deeply once more. This time she sucked swiftly, gliding her lips up and down, squeezing his cock with them, her tongue press�ing it to the roof of her mouth. When the cockhead brushed at her throat, her cunt would suck inward with a most exciting sensation. When she dove down on his cock, she fucked her finger as deep as she could into his asshole, Brett would jerk his hips forward as if trying to ram his cock down his mother's throat. He was holding the back of her head now, his fingers entwined in her hair. He gazed down with hot eyes, watching his mother's lips suck�ing at his cock, his balls bouncing off her chin.
Carrie's intention was not to suck her son's cock on, not at the moment. She had something else in mind, something she had been thinking about on the ride home, a thought that had begun forming in her mind after her son had accidentally fucked his cock up her asshole. She sucked hard on his cock for a while longer, careful to make sure she didn't make him come off until she was ready. Knowing now that her finger up his ass added to his delight, she kept it moving back and forth, finding. the tightness around her finger good. When she felt her son's cock was throbbing too much, that his excitement had become intense, she lifted her mouth off his prick and slowly removed her finger from his asshole.
"Don't stop now, Mother!" Brett complain�ed. "You were about to get a mouthful!"
"I know," she smiled at him, working her tongue into his belly button. "That's why I stopped. But don't worry, you're going to come. Mother would never stop you from coming off."
She gently twisted his hips, making him turn until his back was to her. She sat on the rim of the tub, gazing at his young ass. She ran her hands about the tight asscheeks, slipping one hand between his thighs to fondle his precious balls. Sliding her other hand past his hip, she gripped his cock and jacked him, but slowly. Brett twisted his ass, trying to look over his shoulder at her, wondering what his mother was up to.
Carrie darted her long tongue out and swiped it along one cheek of her son's ass. Quickly, she licked the other one, swirling her tongue about his ass-flesh, dipping to his thighs and up over his ass again. Brett giggled and shoved his ass back into her face. Carrie laughed low in her throat, getting the response from her son she wanted. She lapped at his ass, going from cheek to cheek, still jacking on his cock in those slow, maddening strokes. She pulled his balls between his thighs and licked them with the tip of her tongue, her nose pressing into the crack of his ass. Brett didn't have to be told what to do; he leaned over, his hands on his knees, arching his ass into his mother's face, moaning softly with pleasure.
Drawing her tongue from his balls, Carrie licked it straight up the crack of his ass, lightly brushing his ass crevice to the base of his spine.
"Ohhhh, Mother! What are you doing?" Brett gurgled, his flesh shivering.
"Do you like it?" she whispered throatily. "Oh, yes!"
"Then be still and enjoy it," she replied, squeezing his cock hard in her fist, working her tongue up and down the crack of his ass.
She probed at the tightness of his asshole, making her son shake. Brett leaned over more, scooting his ass into his mother's face. She made a deep-throated gurgling sound and buried her face into her son's ass. She kissed hotly at his asshole, her hand jacking his cock. Her tongue swirled about the tight ass ring, twisting and pressuring. Brett, feeling his mother's tongue pushing at his asshole, groaned softly and shoved his ass tighter into her face.
"Mother, are you trying to stick your tongue up my ass?"
"Mmmmm," Carrie murmured, her lips tight around his ass hole... her tongue pushing with more pressure.
She held his cock as tight as she could, and pushed with her tongue. Again she moaned, her tongue fucking up her son's ass. She pushed it deep, held it there with her lips surrounding the burning ass ring, breathing with excitement with what she was doing.
The tight heat closing about her tongue was wonderful, she decided. The taste of her son's asshole was wonderful, the feel of his cock so very hard in her fist was wonderful, and the twitching of her wet cunt was wonderful. Carrie felt her tits swell as she fucked her tongue in her son's asshole. She pulled it back, then worked it in again. She felt Brett's asshole flex�ing around her tongue, his cock very hard. She released her grip on his cock and moved a fingertip across the cockhead, finding him drip�ping very much now. She moaned and shoved her tongue in and out of his asshole, listening to his gasps of ecstasy. She felt him trembling as he pushed his ass into her face.
She worked her tongue "back and forth, fucking his asshole with it. She twisted her tongue about and plunged in and out, once more pump�ing on his raging hard cock. Brett made gasp�ing and moaning sounds, and when he twisted his young ass into her face, it increased Carrie's mindless, wanton hunger.
The heat of his asshole, the taste of his asshole, sent wild tremors up and down her naked flesh. Her cunt was bubbling and she had to touch it. Shoving her knees wide open, sitting precariously on the rim of the tub, Carrie plunged her fingers into her cunt, fucking herself almost violently as she stabbed her tongue in and out of her son's asshole, clutching his cock with desperate tightness.
Brett was leaning over so far he could see his mother fucking her fingers into her hairy cunt, hear the wet sounds she made. He leaned over as far as he could, almost bent double, watching her fuck herself in the cunt with her fingers, feel�ing her tongue fucking in and out of his asshole, gripping his cock but not jacking him.
"Ohhhh, Mother!" he groaned. "You're gonna suck the shit out of me! Oh, it's good, Mother! Tongue me up the ass, Mother! My balls are so fucking tight! Are you gonna make me come this way, Mother?"
Carrie didn't answer; she was much too busy, and her tongue and lips were deliciously occupied. She felt her pussy clutching her fingers, swelling and closing on them. Her clit strained hotly and she could feel an orgasm starting to bubble deep inside. The fact that she was about to come was not a surprise. She had often come with her husband while they did sweet things to each other. She pressed her legs together, holding her. son between them, then flinging them open again, her fingers never miss�ing a single thrust into her cunt.
She started whimpering softly, tongue� fucking her son in the ass faster and faster. She twisted her naked ass on the rim of the tub, and suddenly rammed her fingers as deep as she could up her coot. She cried out into her son's asshole, her tongue darting deeply. Her coot convulsed about her fingers, the orgasms exploding through her body with tight, ecstatic heat. She held her tongue still as she came, and the only thing she felt was the wonderful contractions of her pussy around her fingers.
As her orgasm faded, she began to tongue fuck her son up his ass hole once more, now jacking his cock fast. She sobbed as she sucked hard on his asshole, her fist flying back and forth on his prick in quick, short strokes. Brett was gasping hard, his eyes out of focus as he leaned with his head almost touching the floor. Carrie pulled her fingers out of her cunt and placed them on his hip. Clutching his hips with that hand, she pounded wildly on his throbbing cock and rammed her tongue in and out of his asshole hard. His balls were full, pressing at her chin, feeling hot.
"Mother! Ohhhh, Mother!" Brett gasped. Carrie moaned and sucked as hard as she could, her open lips pressing at the ring of his asshole, her tongue darting swiftly in and out. She felt his cock responding with powerful throbs. He was getting ready to come, she knew. With a frenzy, Carrie tongue-fucked him faster -and faster The way his asshole began to squeeze and grip her tongue caused her a little difficulty, but not enough to stop her from fucking her tongue in and out. She felt his ass shaking against her face, and she gripped his hip hard.
"I'm gonna come, Mother!" Brett shouted.
"Ohhhh, you're gonna make me come!"
That was what she had been waiting to hear. Yanking her tongue out of his asshole, she quickly twisted him around as he stood up. His cock jerked about in front of her face, and once more she closed her fist about it, jacking him fast, her gaze on the piss hole.
"Now, Mother!" Brett yelped.
Creamy come juice gushed from the head of his cock.
Carrie squealed and opened her mouth, but she was too late. The hot splash of his come juice spattered her nose, dripping down onto her lip. She jerked his cock downward, catching the next spurt of come juice on her right nipple. She sucked in air with excitement as she watched her son's cock spurting come juice from one tit to the other. She flicked her tongue out and licked at the jizz dripping from her nose, and began to smear the head of his cock into her tits, making it glisten with come juice.
"You're making me come on your tits, Mother!" Brett cried out.
"I know," she purred, rubbing his cock about the hot come juice on her tits. "It feels so good, you coming on my tits."
She slipped her hand to his balls, cupping them gently as the last of his come juice bubbled over her nipples.
When he finished coming, Carrie wrapped her arms about his ass and pulled his cock tightly into her tits, looking up at his shining eyes. The wet heat between their bodies excited her, the slippery feel of his come juice enhancing the feel. She twisted her shoulders, rubbing at his cock and balls.
"There's more than one place to come," she said softly. "You can come on me, too, not always in me, you know. I love to feel come juice splashing on my tits. Even in my face. One of these days, I want you to jack off, and spurt it right in my fucking face, baby. All over my face!"
Having her husband come in her face had been a delicious game they played at times, and unlike many women, Carrie didn't feel it was degrading. She loved the feel of his jizz there, and would rub it into her flesh like an expensive cream.
Shoving Brett back, she looked at the come juice smearing his cock and balls.
"Mmmmm, now I can lick it off," she whispered, dipping her face and using her tongue to lick at his cock and balls, tasting the sweetness of him. She swirled her tongue about his cock and balls until she found no more come juice.
Turning on the rim of the tub, she slipped into the water, grinning up at her son.
"Why don't you get in with me?" she said, pulling his hand. "You never can tell what will happen in the bathtub. We might play sub�marine, and you can torpedo my cunt."
Laughing happily, Brett climbed into the tub with his mother.
CHAPTER SIX
After dinner, Carrie strutted about the house in her panties, nothing else. As they bathed, her son had mentioned his enjoyment of seeing girls wearing panties, but he couldn't say how he got the idea.
Carrie didn't care where the idea came from.
She was more than willing to satisfy her son's erotic needs. -She had always been somewhat exhibitionistic, and in this way she could satisfy her own needs as well as her son's. She found her prettiest pair, a pale-green thing with white lace.
The panties were tiny triangles that hardly covered her ass or pussy, with fragile elastic to hold them on her hips. The color of her thick cunt hair showed, and that pleased Brett.
"You sure look pretty this way, Mother," he told her. "So pretty I could eat the ass of those panties out."
Carrie laughed. "Not the crotch?"
"That, too," he replied. "The ass and crotch."
She shook her ass at him. "Where do you want to start?"
"Who gives a fuck?" he said, excited, his cock growing. Unlike his mother, he was naked. -"I'll start anyplace you put in my mouth."
"Wonderful," she purred softly. "I like a man who is agreeable."
"I'm not a man," he said. "I'm just a boy, Mother."
"You're man enough for me," she replied, her eyes hot with desire as she saw his cock lift�ing. "That cock of yours is plenty for me." She dropped to her knees before him and nuzzled his cock into her face. "I've heard about panty freaks, but I didn't know you were one of them."
"I'm not a fucking freak, Mother," he said. "I didn't mean it that way," she quickly said.
"I think it's delightful that you enjoy panties. Most men do, you know. All you have to do is walk into any store and see the style and types of panties. Women love them, too, of course, but they're more for you men than us women."
"I used to sneak in your room and play with your panties," he confessed, turning slightly red.
"That isn't anything to be ashamed of," she replied. "They're soft and nice, and you can play with my panties anytime you want to. I'd rather have them on when you play with them, though."
"You just wanna get your cunt played with," he laughed.
"And my ass. Don't forget my ass."
"How could I?" Brett giggled, watching his mother sliding his cock up and down between her tits. "After what happened out there riding, that would be kind of hard to do, to forget your ass. " Carrie giggled. "That did feel good."
"Is that why you stuck your tongue up my asshole, Mother?"
She nodded, her eyes starting to glow. "Do you still want to eat the ass out of my panties?"
"Oh, yeah!"
She pulled at his feet, yanking her son onto the floor from the couch. He lay back, his cock standing up hard. She gazed at it a moment, then swung her knee over his-body, facing his feet. She sat her ass down into her son's face.
"Start eating, baby," she giggled, squirming her ass into his face. "Eat all the ass you want."
Brett found the heat of his mother's ass against his face delicious. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, pushing his lower face between the cheeks of his mother's ass. Her nylon panties felt good to him, and he opened his mouth, sucking at the fabric. Carrie wiggled and made soft sounds of pleasure, taking his upstanding cock in her fist and jacking him. Brett shoved his tongue against the seat of his mother's panties, pressing them into her ass crack. Carrie felt the wetness of his tongue pushing at her asshole, and Wiggled tighter at his face.
She leaned over, licking her tongue about the smooth head of his swollen cock. With her ass lifted a bit, Brett shoved the panties to one side, and with an excited intake of air, rammed his mouth against his mother's asshole. Carrie squealed as his tongue licked at the tight ass ring. She twisted her ass about, pulling his cock into her mouth, sucking it deeply. Brett clutched his mother's hips, shoving his face hard into her ass, his tongue fucking into her asshole easily. His chin was buried into her hairy cunt, and the pussy juices smeared his flesh.
Carrie cried out with pleasure as her son's tongue fucked in and out of her asshole. She sucked tightly on his cock, then moved her mouth to his balls. Brett bent his knees, and she shoved her hands underneath, cupping his ass and lifting his crotch to her face. The feel of his crotch, his hot balls and hard cock, in her face sent a rumbling rapture through her body.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby!" she wailed. "Suck my ass, Brett! Oh, yes, suck mother's ass! "Ooooh" that feels wonderful, darling! Suck my asshole! Tongue my hot ass hole , baby! Ahhhhh, that's good, Brett! Stick your tongue up mother's asshole! Tongue me in my ass... fuck my asshole with your tongue!"
Feverishly, she slammed her spreading ass into her son's face, feeling his tongue penetrating the tight ass ring. Her cunt spread about his chin with hot wetness, and she began to mouth his cock and balls, sliding her own tongue past his balls to lap at his asshole. She smashed her ass so hard and tightly into her son's face, Brett gasped for air, but he kept his tongue going, licking and plunging.
The excitement was intense, and Carrie thrashed her ass about, grinding at his mouth. She scooted a bit so she could feel his tongue fucking into her cunt a few times. Brett didn't mind; he licked and sucked at whatever his mother put in his face.
But Carrie was after more than his mouth in her cunt and ass. She wiggled hotly at his mouth and sucked his cock and balls, taking darting licks at his asshole. She loved the exotic scent of his crotch, and there was a slightly sweaty odor despite his bath. But that odor intensified her wild hungers. She loved it when a man's balls had that slight odor of sweat. She preferred that to a fresh soapy scent.
Brett sucked and licked at his mother's cunt and asshole furiously, arching his crotch up into her face. The more his mother squeezed the cheeks of his ass, her wet tongue darting here and there, the harder he sucked at her hairy cunt and tight asshole. Her panties kept slipping over, though. He tried to hook a finger into them to hold the panties away from her cunt and ass, but they kept sliding back.
"Take your fucking panties off, Mother!" he gasped. "I can't get my tongue in your pussy or asshole! The damned things keep getting in the way!" _ "Rip them off!" Carrie shouted. "Tear the fucking things off me, Brett! Rip my fucking panties off my hot ass!"
Brett clutched them and yanked. The flimsy panties ripped from her ass, the fragile elastic snapping.' He tossed them away and quickly buried his face into his mother's ass again, his tongue lapping from her clit to her asshole, sliding into the slit of her pussy.
Carrie sobbed with sensation, sucking and kissing at his young balls and cock, closing her lips about his asshole and sucking as powerfully as she could. When she was this aroused, this intense, her son could do anything he wanted with her, piss on her, shit on her, anything...
With a squeal, she lifted her face out of his crotch.
"Brett, fuck me in the ass!" she hissed. He was reluctant to pull his face from her ass.
He loved the soft heat of her inner thighs against his young face, her wet cunt smearing him from nose to chin, the taste of her asshole. "You mean stick my cock in your asshole and fuck you, Mother?"
"I don't know any other way to get fucked, do you?"
She sat up, twisting on him and sliding her wet cunt on his chest and stomach. When she felt his hard cock against her ass, she drew her feet beneath her body and squatted above him.
"I bet I can get your cock in my ass this way," she said, half giggling and half moaning.
"Show me," he grinned, his eyes burning at her hairy cunt..
"You just watch."
She lifted her ass and grasped his cock at the base. She placed the swollen cock head against her asshole, rubbing it back and forth. The contact sent a flare of rapture burning through her, making her cry out softly. Placing the head of his cock against the tight ring of her asshole, she slowly began to lower herself. The more pressure she felt, the better she enjoyed it. Brett could see, just past her juicy cunt, the way her asshole was sinking inward.
"God, it's going to be a tight fit," she moaned.
Brett didn't reply. His eyes widened slightly as he felt the hotness of his mother's asshole on his cock.
"Ooooh" fucking tight!" Carrie whimpered, and moved her ass down a little more. "I'm going to get it in! I'm going to get your cock in my ass!"
She pushed, and the head of his cock slithered past the tight ring of her asshole. Carrie stopped' breathing, her eyes closing for a moment. Her asshole felt stretched, even more than it had out there in the woods. She didn't feel any pain, though.
Her asshole closed about the head of her son's cock, and Brett too was holding his breath. He could see his mother's asshole closing about his cock. He could see her hairy cunt, see the puffy cuntlips quivering, the tip of her clit protruding.
"Mother, your asshole is squeezing my cock!" he groaned.
"Oh, yes! I can feel it! Do you like it, baby? "I love it!"
She lowered her ass a little more, squealing softly. "I'm going to get it all up my ass! I'm going to sit down on your hard cock, take every wonderful hard inch in my asshole!"
Carrie resisted the impulse to plunge down, stab herself in the ass with her son's cock in a single lunge. She wanted to drag out the sweet feeling, the way her asshole stretched and burned. The more cock she took into her ass, the better it felt.
Finally, she had it all in, her ass cheeks resting at the base. She sat with her knees wide, her expression showing excruciating ecstasy, eyes bright and moist, shining. Her asshole wouldn't be still; it kept squeezing at his cock. She slipped a finger through the hair of her cunt and began to slowly agitate her knotted clit. Brett felt the hot juices of his mother's cunt against his flesh, the way her asshole clung to his cock. His balls began to throb, and he placed his hands on his mother's knees, spreading them wider, making her cunt part.
"Ohhhh, God, it's fantastic!" Carrie moaned, rubbing her inflamed clit almost brutally. "Brett, your cock is so fucking big in my ass! Your cock fills mother's asshole so much! Ooooh, I'm going to fuck you, baby! I'm going to fuck your hard cock with my asshole! Watch me! Watch mother's ass fuck your sweet, hard cock!"
Carrie started slowly, lifting her ass along his. prick. She felt the sucking sensation as she lifted. Her asshole burned in a very delicious way, very stretched. She lifted until his cock almost came out, and her asshole grabbed it just behind the cockhead. For a breathless moment, she held herself that way, still rubbing her cunt with two fingers. Then she moved her ass down again, filling it with his cock.
"Ohhhh, Brett, it's wonderful!" she hissed. With a cry, Carrie began to bounce up and down, fucking herself in the tight ass hole with her son's cock. She moved her ass faster and faster, the friction exciting her. Her juicy cunt slapped upon his stomach, and Brett held her knees spread wide, staring at her cunt, seeing her asshole when she lifted.
"You're tight, Mother!" he groaned.
"I know!" she sobbed. "I've never been fucked in the ass until now! Ooooh, my ass hole is on fire and your cock is so hard! Baby, I love it! I love taking your cock up my asshole! Oh, I'm going to fuck you, Brett! I'm going to make you come in my ass! I want to feel you coming off up my asshole!"
She pulled her ass up, holding herself there. "You do it!" she sobbed. "Fuck my ass, darling! Ohhhh, hurry, fuck me in my ass!"
Carrie held herself up by the muscles of her thighs, and Brett began plunging his hips up and down, fucking his cock into his mother's ass. Carrie gasped as he pounded, feeling the friction burning the tight ring of her asshole. Each time he lunged upward, there was a slap, a wet sound as his stomach smacked her cunt. Her tits jiggled with the power of his stabs.
"Ohhhh, ram it to me!" she groaned. "Ram that cock up my hot ass! Ohhhh, Brett, it's so good! So fucking good! Fuck me, baby, fuck me! Ohhhh, my cunt is so wet... so hot and wet! My asshole is on fire and this is going to make me come!"
Her hands shot down beneath her ass, her fingers clutching the asscheeks and holding them widely spread as she tried to get his cock deeper and deeper. The hard throbbing sent her mind spinning with ecstasy. Pulling at the cheeks of her ass, she begged her son to fuck as hard and deep as he could, tears of intense ecstasy flow�ing down her cheeks. She waggled her ass in tight circles, taking her son's cock gladly into her asshole. .
"I'm going to come, Brett!" she cried out.
"Ohhhh, fuck me hard and fast! You're going to make me come!"
She couldn't hold herself up; the orgasm burning through her pussy was driving her wild. She slammed her ass down on her son's cock going deep as his ass hit the floor. Carrie screamed as her cunt exploded, the hairy lips twitching.
The contractions of her cunt caused her asshole to grip the base of his cock tightly.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed over and over. "I'm coming!"
The power of her asshole grabbing at his cock caused Brett to grunt. His mother, still coming hard, was once again bouncing up and down on his prick. Her asshole fucked wildly from the base to the head of his prick, gripping and loosening. Her pussy seemed to suck inward. Carrie pounded up and down, the muscles of her thighs tightening. She shrieked as she clutched her tits with bruising fingers, her flat stomach rippling.
"My ass! My ass!" she cried, "Ohhhh, my asshole!"
At first Brett thought his mother was in pain, but the ecstasy on her face belied that. Besides, if she was hurting, she certainly wouldn't be pounding up and down that way, fucking his cock almost sadistically into her clutching asshole. His cock felt as if it was about to be pulled off by the tightness of her asshole, the taut flesh blistered with the overwhelming heat. He gritted his teeth, feeling his balls bunching tightly at the base.
"Mother! O, Mother!" he groaned. "I'm gonna come, Mother! I can't stop it! My cock... I'm gonna come!"
"Yes, yes!" she wailed. "Come in my ass!
Brett, come in your mother's fucking asshole! Pour that sweet come juice up my hot ass! Give it to me, baby, give it to me!"
Brett clawed at his mother's thighs, arching his hips upward as best he could. His mother kept plunging her ass up and down, and with a wild grunt, he came. The scalding come juice gushed from his cock, spraying the walls of her greedy ass. The sensation was better for Carrie this time. She had known he would come up her ass, anticipated it this time. The boiling spurts enhanced her orgasm, and she began coming time and again, over and over. She screeched and thrashed on top of her son, her ass jerking and bouncing, the wet lips of her hairy cunt smashing at his stomach.
Slowly, very. slowly, Carrie's body stopped bouncing. She sat on top of her son, his cock buried inside her asshole. She slumped, gasp�ing with labored breathing, her tits heaving. Her asshole kept contracting with spasms, still suck�ing on his cock, as if trying to drain his balls of every drop of come juice.
"Oh, my God, Brett!" Carrie breathed. "Oh, my God! That was... powerful! I've never come that hard in my life."
She lifted her ass slowly, as if afraid it would hurt, then lay on her side next to him, one arm across his chest, a warm thigh over his. She nuzzled into his neck, breathing softly now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carrie wore a short tennis outfit. But her panties didn't match it. They were nylon panties, bikini cut, with lace. She didn't play tennis. She wore the outfit because it showed a great deal, and knowing her son loved to look, she wanted to please him.
The plan was to go bike riding again, but Carrie had more in mind than riding bikes. She found getting fucked by her son in the open had excited her. The danger of being seen, caught, aroused her passions. She wouldn't have minded being seen fucking her son, she decided. No one would know it was her son, and they would think she was simply a woman who 'became so hot while riding her bike, she found a young boy to handle those insatiable demands of her cunt. But even if they knew it was her son, Carrie decided she didn't care one way or the other. It was her business, Brett's business.
Brett had the bikes out of the garage already, waiting for her. She knew others could see her panties under the short tennis skirt, but that didn't bother her in the least. She wondered, giggling, what. kind of commotion it would cause if she went without the panties, her naked ass and cunt flashing. That was going a bit far, she knew, yet the idea excited her. It would be conducive to rape, and Carrie didn't want to be raped. Fucked, by all means, but no way did she want to be raped.
She stepped out the door, locking it behind her.
Brett's low whistle of appreciation pleased her. She turned to face him, smiling happily. She struck a pose, winking at him. Then, after a quick look up and down the street, Carrie flipped the front of her short skirt up to her waist, holding it there a moment. Brett's eyes glowed as he saw his mother's panties, her flesh above the elastic waist band. He ran his tongue over his lips and cupped his cock and balls, as if offering them to his mother.
"Mmmmm, I'd love to suck on it, " she purred, smoothing the short skirt down and coming toward him. "But what would the neighbors think?"
"Fuck the neighbors, Mother," he grinned, sliding his hand along her thigh.
"Do you think we could, darling?" she teased. "There's a very nice-looking man about two houses down, and you can have that cute little blonde on the corner, and... " She yelped suddenly.' Brett had pinched her ass.
Rubbing at her ass, Carrie pouted at him, playfully. "Just because you don't want the blonde doesn't mean you can pinch me."
"You're mine, Mother," he said. "You can't fuck anyone but me."
"Now you're getting possessive," she said, laughing softly to show her son she didn't mind. In fact, she was glad he was possessive of her. "You're just like all men. Give them a little bit of pussy and they think they own you."
She straddled her bike and pedaled off, her ass sliding from one side to the other on the seat, exaggeratedly.
Brett caught up with her and they rode side by side. "Where are we gonna ride today, Mother?"
"Oh, why not the woods again?"
"Okay,' he grinned at her.
"You see," she teased. "I mention the woods, where you got a nice piece of ass, and right away you start thinking of getting fucked again."
"Why not?"
"Sure, why not?" She giggled.
The day was warm, yet there were not that many people about. They rode in silence until reaching the trail leading off into the woods. Carrie took the lead as before, and immediate�ly started teasing her son. She lifted her ass off the seat and jutted it backward, twisting it from side to side, her tight panties flashing. Brett stared at her, his cock swelling inside his shorts. He pulled his cock out, riding with it standing up, his balls exposed. He gazed at his mother's ass, excited by the way her panties clung to her rounded asscheeks. No matter how many times he saw his mother in her panties, it always excited him.
Glancing back, Carrie saw her son's cock jutting up, and her bike wobbled for a moment. Her mouth became watery, and she knew what she was going to do with that cock just as soon as they stopped. Sliding one hand to her cunt, she pulled her panties to one side, placing her naked cunt onto the seat. The sliding friction of the leather seat against her pussy sent excitement through her slender body, and she almost experienced an orgasm before arriving at a nice place to stop.
When she did stop, she was almost breathless with desire. She slipped off her bike and leaned it against a tree, turning to watch her son, her eyes on his cock. She lifted her skirt and rubbed gently at her burning cunt, legs slightly parted. They could hear voices in the distance, but not as many as before when they stopped and fucked. the sun filtered through leaves, speckling the small cleared space.
Brett saw wetness gleaming on the seat of his mother's bike, and he ran a finger across it. He grinned at his mother and dipped his head. Dart�ing his tongue out, he licked the leather seat of her bike, tasting the juices of his mother's cunt on it.
"Dummy," she whispered. "Here is the cunt.
You want to taste pussy, taste this, not a fuck�ing bicycle seat."
His bared cock jerked up and down, his balls showing from the crotch of his shorts. Grinning at his mother, he dropped to his knees in front of her, closing his palms into her pantied ass. Carrie, gazing down at him with smoldering eyes, held the crotch of her panties to one side. Brett kissed his mother's hairy cunt, then thrust his tongue between her hot thighs. He dragged the flat surface of his tongue along the slit of her cunt, and when it reached the tip of her distended clit, Carrie gurgled and grabbed the back of his head, smashing her pussy-into his face.
"Mmmmm, suck it, darling," she purred throatily.
Brett sucked at his mother's clit, his tongue working In wet circles. Carrie twisted her ass, grinding her pussy into his face. Brett held her ass tightly, his face turning upward as his mother spread her thighs and stood straddling his face. Sitting down, Brett could shove his face deeper into his mother's crotch. The thick pussy hair concealed his lower face, from his nose down, but his eyes burned up into her delighted face. Carrie held' his head, twisting her cunt around. The hot juices dripped from her pussy and onto her son's face, into his mouth, over his tongue. Brett lapped into her pussy, driving his tongue as deeply as he could.
Brett jerked the seat of her panties to one side, pushing his tongue into the crack of his mother's ass. He tasted her asshole, plunged his tongue past the ass ring a few times, then drew it back to her cunt. He opened his mouth wide, taking the hairy cuntlips past his lips, sucking at them, his tongue sliding up and down the slit.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Carrie cooed with heat.
"Ahhhhh, you suck my cunt nicely, Brett! You've almost got my cunt in your mouth, darling!"
The voices continued to carry through the woods, and Carrie felt the insane desire to scream out her pleasure, to call out and tell those unseen people her son was sucking her cunt.
"Suck me, suck me! Ohhhh, my baby, my baby! Eat my pussy, darling! Oh God... suck my cunt hard!"
Brett began to chew daintily at his mother's cunt lips, biting in a tender way. Carrie yelped with the strange sensation, smashing her cunt into his face as if she were fucking a hard cock. She clung to his head, grinding furiously, pant�ing and gasping. The cheeks of her ass bunched inside his hands, and Brett squeezed them. He made wet sounds as he sucked and licked at his mother's juicy cunt, now and then fucking his tongue into the scalding wetness, then sucking at her clit.
"Stick a finger up my ass," Carrie moaned.
"Ohhhh, baby, finger-fuck me in the ass and suck my cunt at the same time!"
Feverishly, Brett shoved the tip of his middle finger into his mother's asshole, bringing a squeal from her. He felt her asshole grab at his finger as he began stabbing it back and forth. He felt the hairy lips of his mother's cunt grip his tongue, her hot thighs pressing about his face. Carrie's knees bent slightly and she began to bang her hair-lined cunt into his face with short pumps of her hips. Her asshole burned deliciously around his finger, and her cunt became juicier. Brett's mouth filled with the sweetness of his mother's cunt, making him swallow. He fucked his tongue in and out with a frenzy.
"You're going to make me come soon!"
Carrie gurgled. "Ohhhh, it's so good, Brett! Your tongue... is like a cock, fucking me in the cunt! That wonderful tongue is about to make me come! You set mother's cunt on fire with that tongue, darling!"
Brett thrust hard and deep, lapping the pussy juices hungrily, fucking his finger in and out of her clutching asshole. Carrie gasped and choked softly, her eyes unfocused as she gazed down into his closed eyes. She bit at her tongue as the rapture swelled, -making her flat stomach ripple. She squeezed at his face with her hot, smooth thighs.
"I'm getting so close, so fucking close!" With a soft scream, Carrie banged her cunt into her son's face, powerfully. If she had not been holding the back of his head, her thighs so tight about his face, Brett would have fallen onto his back.
"Now, Brett! Now!"
She smashed her climaxing cunt hard into her son's face, his tongue fucking in and out, his lips crushing her throbbing clit. She choked back the scream, sobbing with the intense ecstasy.
Her own eyes closed as her features turned into agonized ecstasy. Brett clung to his mother's ass cheeks, feeling her body shake, her cunt suck�ing at his buried tongue. The orgasm went on and on, without letup. Carrie's legs shook, and she was getting weak.
While her cunt was still in spasms, she slow�ly lowered herself, unable to keep standing. Her coot brushed from her son's mouth, to his chest, and Brett lay back on the ground. Carrie kept lowering herself, gasping softly as she kept coming. Her pussy seemed to find his upstand�ing cock by itself, and she sucked in air quickly as she felt his cock spearing into her contract�ing cunt.
"Ohhhh, my cunt found your cock!" she hissed, lowering herself onto him. "Your cock went right up my fucking cunt, Brett!"
Brett grinned happily, flat on his back with his mother sitting on his cock. "Now what are you gonna do with it, Mother?"
"Ohhhh, this!" she moaned, and she began to fuck him, bouncing her ass up and down, stabbing herself in the pussy. "I'm going to fuck it, that's what I'm going to do with it!"
Brett grunted with the power of his mother's lunging weight, his cock buried in the searing, wet heat. He couldn't see as much as he would have liked because of her short skirt, but the sensations were fantastic.
Carrie gurgled hotly as she danced her ass up and down with abandon, her hands running up and down her body, holding her tits tightly a moment, then feverishly caressing her naked thighs, sliding them to her ass, and back to her tits again.
Then, with a sudden move, she jerked her cunt off his cock and scooted down his body, whimpering.
"I've got to have it in my mouth!" she moaned.
And as her face reached his cock, she gulped her son's cock deeply. Her lips slipped up and down his prick, slippery with the juices of her cunt. Carrie didn't mind the taste of her own pussy on his cock; she had sucked her husband off many times after she had fucked him. Quite often, the juice of her cunt excited her, and the taste mingling with jism could send her into wild, delicious convulsions.
"Ohhhh, Mother!" Brett groaned, watching her devouring his cock hungrily. "That's good, Mother! Suck me! Suck my cock! Ooooh, your mouth is so wet and hot! Suck me... suck my prick, Mother!"
Carrie whimpered, bobbing her face up and down feverishly, her hands gripping his hips tightly. Her ass jutted in the air, the short skirt at her waist. Brett could. see his mother's ass, covered by the nylon panties, shining in a golden spot of sun coming through the tall trees. Twisting her head, grinding and sliding her lips about her son's cock, Carrie tasted the juices seeping out of his piss hole, coating her tongue. She swallowed his juices with pleasure, her throat slippery. She banged her lips down at the base, the swollen head of his cock at her throat. She held his prick deeply for a moment, then with a muffled sob, sucked hard once more. She sucked greedily, desperately, her ass twisting in the air.
"Oh, Mother! Ohhhh, Mother!" Brett groaned, lifting his hips in an effort to fuck his cock into her throat. "Ohhhh, Mother!"
Carrie heard him, struggling with her lips and tongue on his prick. She knew her son's balls were full, the come juice burning and bubbling for her. Her throat began to burn as if he were gushing jism into it already. Her tongue licked in a frenzy, her lips drawing powerfully. Her pussy was sucking inward with her cock-sucking rapture. Her deep-throated whimpers told Brett his mother loved to suck cock. He ran his hands through her hair, urging her to suck hard. He held her cheeks, feeling his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. As his discharge burned higher, he wrapped his hands in her hair, pull�ing her head up and down, fucking with his cock, forcing his mother to fuck his cock with her wet mouth. Carrie didn't care; what mattered was having his cock inside her mouth. Her son could jerk her face up and down all he wanted, or turn her loose and let her suck �either way, she was delighted.
Brett moaned as his balls became achingly tight and full.
"I'm about to come, Mother! I'm gonna come in your hot cock-sucking mouth! I'm gonna fuck your mouth and come in it, Mother!"
Carrie moaned about her son's cock, feeling the increase of the throbs, her lips tingling, her throat burning. Her tongue swirled maddeningly about the cock head."
With a grunt, Brett lunged upward, just as his mother was going down with her mouth. The moment the head of his' cock fucked into her throat, Brett came.
Carrie tasted the boy's thick come juice, and she let out a liquid cry of ecstasy. She wanted to pull her lips upward, to hold the head of his cock to taste the gushing come juice over her tongue, but Brett was holding her hair, forcing his cock deep, spurting hard, one squirt after the other.
Brett was coming so much, Carrie began to choke. Still, she struggled to swallow, her lips gripping the base tightly, her tongue pressing his throbbing cock to the roof of her mouth. She wasn't really swallowing; the head of his cock had penetrated just inside her throat, and he was spurting come juice into it. She didn't mind, but she preferred to have the hot taste of his jizz in her mouth, and this way she didn't get the full taste. She squeezed her lips around the base of her son's cock and moaned softly as he spewed the creamy sweetness into her throat. Her cunt was sucking, her clit inflamed again. She was very close to coming, herself.
Carrie knew when her son finished coming, but his cock seemed to stay hard. She opened her eyes and glanced up at his glowing face, questioningly. She mouthed his prick for a moment, and then Brett pushed at her head.
"Let me stick it in your cunt now, Mother." With a squeal of delight, Carrie lifted her mouth and, unconcerned about being in the open, with those distant voices, she parted her long legs wide, jerking the crotch of her nylon panties away from her cunt.
"Hurry!" she hissed. "Ohhhh, baby, ram your cock up my cunt! Hurry, hurry!"
Brett scooted between his mother's legs swift�ly, his cock as hard as before he came in her throat. As he lunged his cock toward her, Carrie shot her hips upward. The head of his cock stretched the burning lips of her cunt and fucked deep.
"Ohhhh, give it to me hard and fast!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his waist scissoring her thighs around his. She humped her ass, fucking into his stabbing cock with grunting lunges as Brett's chest smashed her tits almost flat, his hands shooting to her ass. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Carrie flung her legs about her son's bobbing ass, locking her ankles behind him, thrashing and grinding onto his prick. Her cunt clutched at his cock desperately. Her swollen clit smashed against the base, making her cry out with ecstasy.
"Your cunt is so hot, Mother!" he gasped, lunging deeply. "So hot and wet and tight! I love to fuck you, Mother!"
"And your cock is so hard, and I love to fuck you!" she replied with soft whimpers. "Ooooh" baby, ram it to mother! Bang my cunt, Brett! Smash mother's hot fucking cunt! Bruise my pussy! I don't care, just fuck me hard!"
Liquid sounds came from them as they struggled, grinding and pounding at each other. Carrie drew her legs up his sides, pulling her knees back, her ass high off the ground. She shook her ass, dancing it. lewdly as his cock stabbed and stabbed.
"I'm going to come again!" she yelped, tight�ening her grip around his waist. "Ohhhh, my cunt is on fire and your cock is so deep, and you're fucking the piss out of it and I'm going to come again!"
"Me, too!" Brett shouted.
With a scream, Carrie shot her cunt up hard, straining onto his cock, her cunt closing tightly as she came.
Brett fucked deep and hard, his cock spurting jism. Carrie felt her son's come juice flooding her cunt, filling it. Her body shook violently as she clutched him tightly, her eyes rolling, mouth wide open. They clung together until it was over, then her legs straightened, spread around his.
"I don't believe it was that strong," she hissed. "I just don't believe I came that hard."
"I sure did, Mother," Brett said, pulling his cock from" her cunt. "Your pussy is full now, that's for sure."
Carrie began to giggle as she struggled up.
"What a place to fuck!" she said, brushing at her back. "Right here in the open. I'm a mess." Brett helped brush her off. "So are your panties," he observed. "They're tom, Mother."
"Fuck them," she said, stripping them off and tossing them to the ground. "I'll just ride home without panties."
"Someone is gonna see your ass," he grinned. "Fuck them, too," she laughed.
And they climbed on their bikes, starting home. Carrie rode carefully, making sure her short skirt concealed as much of her ass as possi�ble. Her son rode behind her, laughing and teasing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I don't think we better take chances like that anymore," Carrie said.
She was fresh from her shower, her hair still damp.
"I thought it was fun, Mother," Brett said. "You would," she laughed, patting his face affectionately. "But it wouldn't be much fun if someone came riding along and saw us."
"Might get some strange ass that way," he said.
What would you do with more ass?" she said, sitting beside him on the couch in the family room. "You're getting more pussy than any kid your age."
"Well," he replied, grinning at her as he placed his hand on her creamy thigh. "I could fuck one and suck the other, at the same time. " Carrie was reminded when her husband wanted it that way, too. At first she had balked, but the more he talked and the more she thought about it, she became interested, too. What her husband had wanted was to have her and another woman in bed with him. What was strange, though, after all they had done with each other, was her husband's reaction when she mentioned it would be fun if she had him and another man in bed. Her husband vetoed that suggestion, saying he didn't want her to fuck or suck another man. Now her son suggested almost the same thing. It was one more indica�tion that Brett was like his father in more than just looks.
"You'd really like that, wouldn't you?" she asked. "Two women for your little games."
Brett laughed. "Why not?"
"Suppose I wanted another man?" she asked, watching him closely.
"What would you do with another cock, Mother?"
"I knew you'd say that," she laughed. "I'd do just what you would with another pussy, of course. I'd fuck one and suck the other."
Brett became thoughtful. "Mother, have you ever fucked two men at the same time?"
"No, not yet," she replied. "But I'd love to do it."
He thought a while longer, then said: "I wouldn't mind. I mean, it might be fun to see you with another cock in you, with mine, too, of course."
"Really, Brett?" she asked, finding the idea exciting. "You'd like to see me with two cocks, one in my cunt and one in my mouth?"
He nodded, his eyes gleaming. "Or in your asshole."
"Ooooh, we can't forget my asshole, can we?" she mewled, writhing on the couch.
, 'You once said I could take pictures of you," he reminded her. "Did you mean it, Mother?"
"I meant it, honey."
"Now?"
"If you want."
Brett jumped up and raced to his room, returning with his instant camera.
Carrie was amused at his excitement and posed for him willingly. He took pictures of her with her legs wide open, her hairy cunt show�ing. He took one of her on her hands and knees, her ass high, showing her cunt and asshole. He had her dress in a skirt and blouse, with one tit showing, one leg up and parted a finger inside her cunt. Carne enjoyed the session, becoming aroused as she posed in every manner he suggested, all erotic and exposing her body. She didn't hesitate when he wanted to take a picture of her with a finger up her ass and one in her cunt, with her beautiful face pouting lewdly at the camera.
"Now that you have those pictures," she asked, looking them over, "what do you plan to do with them?"
Brett became nervous, and wouldn't answer at first.
"Come on," she insisted. "You're up to something. You might as well confess."
"Okay," he said, and he returned the camera to his room. When he came back, he carried a magazine with him. "Look at this, Mother."
Carrie turned the pages of the magazine, her eyes widening. "Where did you get something like this, Brett?"
"I sneaked it at the liquor store," he said. "But you're not supposed to have something like this," she said.
"I told you, I sneaked it," he replied. Carrie gazed at the colorful pictures in the magazine, reading the ads below each picture. , 'You don't plan to send my picture to some�thing like this, do you?"
"I wouldn't do that," he said. "But look at how many people are asking to fuck others, Mother."
The magazine was filled with ads from people, singles and couples, looking for others for erotic activities, She looked at the ads and pictures for a long time, and could not deny the effect they had on her.
"But those would be strangers," she said.
"We wouldn't know what we were getting into."
She saw the disappointment on his face. He was so young, yet he seemed to know a great deal about the world.
"You really want to meet some of them, don't you?"
He nodded. "Look at this one, Mother." He turned to a page and pointed. It was a picture of a lovely, slim woman, legs open, cunt show�ing. Her tits were small, but beautifully shaped. Just below it was a picture of a man, wearing Jockey shorts, but with his cock and balls exposed, his cock hard. And, below that one, a picture of a girl, quite young.
Carrie read the accompanying ad. It seemed the couple were into many things, and the young girl was hinted as being related, and was avail�able if desired. She looked closely, and saw the resemblance between the lovely woman- and young girl.
"What about them, Mother?" Brett asked excitedly.
Carrie was quiet for a while, knowing her son was so eager, he was about to get a hard-on. She closed her hand over his cock, fondling it. "Okay," she said softly. "If that's what you want, we'll do it."
Brett let out a whoop, grabbing his mother and hugging her tightly.
"Let's write to them," he said. "Right now, okay, Mother?"
She nodded, willing to do what her son wanted.
She composed the letter, and allowed her son to choose what picture to submit. Then, to test just how far he would go, she suggested they send a picture of him, too. Brett eagerly posed while she snapped the picture, his cock standing out hard.
He mailed the letter with the pictures immedi�ately...
That night, all her son could do was talk about meeting the couple.
Carrie finally said: "Listen, I know you're excited about it, but why don't you stop talk�ing and do something? I'm right here, and my cunt is ready for cock."
Brett laughed and grabbed his mother, pull�ing her face to his crotch. He opened his legs and pushed her face between them. Carrie began to kiss and lick under his balls, her tongue tracing the crack of his ass, bouncing his balls up and down, then sliding along his cock to the head. She swallowed his prick for a while, suck�ing up and down. She turned onto her stomach, her knees pulled underneath. She wiggled her ass when her son moved his hand up her thigh, then between them to feel her pussy. As she sucked his prick, Brett began to talk about the other couple again. Carrie wanted him to shut up, but knew he was exciting himself, so she remained silent. She felt his cock throbbing hotly in her mouth.
Then her son's words began to work on her, and Carrie found herself becoming eager for a reply. She pictured the pretty woman in the photo, thought of touching her, perhaps. The idea was stimulating, to say the least. She mouthed her son's cock, trying to think what it would be like to push her face into a warm, furry cunt. Carrie was surprised at her own thoughts, because she had never thought about licking a pussy before. Still, it might be nice, exciting, to taste one. She had tasted her own cunt, of course, on her husband's cock, her son's cock, her own fingers, but never actually put her mouth on a cunt.
Carrie mewled softly around Brett's cock, feeling it so hard and hot on her tongue. She began to pretend the dripping juices belonged to the hairy cunt of the woman in the photo, then abruptly she saw the picture of the younger girl being offered. Her ass shook, trembling as she arched it into the air, sliding a hand to her cunt and rubbing at the juicy pussylips. Brett, between moans of pleasure, kept talking about what he would love to do with the woman, the girl, and Carrie listened, her arousal increasing. She was seeing, in her mind, her son's cock sliding into the woman's hot cunt, fucking her, then the girl, then her own cunt. Her excitement grew, and she saw herself sucking her son's cock after he had fucked it a few times into those other cunts.
A groan came from her tightly sucking lips as her cunt spasmed. The orgasm was mild, but so good. As she came, she sucked very hard at his cock, eyes closed.
Brett groaned when he felt the tightness of his mother's lips, placing his hand on the back of her head, pushing her face down, fucking his cock into her throat. Despite the sensation of her-convulsing cunt, Carrie felt her son's cock ready to burst. She wasn't going to let him get away with coming directly into her throat this time. She pulled her face upward, her lips grip�ping hard, tongue flicking. When her lips held the smooth cockhead in her mouth, she fluttered her tongue back and forth on his piss hole, mak�ing soft cries of ecstasy.
"Now, Mother!"
The creamy juice of his young balls spewed across her tongue. Carrie, tasting it, felt herself go weak with rapture. She kept her tongue lick�ing at his piss hole, pressing the tip into it, the thick come juice spraying into her mouth. It was hot and creamy, sweet to her. The way his jism splashed into her throat was wonderful, She tugged her ass downward, her cunt clutching with contractions, coming with her son. Her clit bulged almost painfully, her fingers sliding along the sides of it, dipping into her squeezing cunt hole. Her ass twisted as she sobbed softly about his jizz-squirting prick.
Clinging to his cock with her lips, she gently licked, feeling his prick softening. She loved to hold his cock in her mouth as it deflated, lick�ing tenderly, careful of his piss hole, where he was very sensitive after coming. Slowly her own body relaxed, and she straightened her legs out, lying between Brett's on her stomach, still holding his cock. Brett gazed past his mother's head, watching the lovely cheeks of her ass bunching as she pressed her hairy cunt into the mattress. When his cock was very soft, she slipped her lips about his balls, taking them inside with his cock. The feel of his balls and cock inside her mouth delighted her. She had never been able to do this with her husband; his balls were much too large. She stroked her son's thighs, his hips, over his stomach and up to his chest, pinching his tiny nipples. Her eyes gazed up at him, and Brett began talking about being with those people in the magazine again.
Slipping her mouth off his cock and balls, Carrie said: "Why don't you shut the fuck up about that for now? I don't want to hear that. I want you to talk about this. You and me."
Brett grinned at her. "Aw, I'm just getting excited, Mother."
"I know you are," she said softly, fondling his cock and balls. "It makes me excited, too. But we're still alone, you and I, and that's the way it's-going to be until we get a reply. And we may not, you know."
"We will," he insisted. "We will, Mother."
"But until we do, I'm the only cunt you have, and you better take care of it."
"But you just sucked me off," he said, as if that was good enough.
"I didn't get fucked, did I?"
She sat up on the bed, leaning back and spreading her legs. She lifted her hips, twisting them. Brett stared at his mother's cunt. The hairy lips were wet, gleaming. Carrie's clit poked up from the juicy folds. She revolved her hips as she held her crotch off the bed, taunting her son with her pussy.
Carrie was rewarded by a stirring of his cock.
She slipped a foot to his crotch, playing with his slowly stiffening cock and balls with her toes.
She moved his cock around, from side to side, watching it swell.
"When you're nice and hard, I want it in my cunt," she said in a whispery voice. "I want it up my hot cunt-fucking me!"
Brett moved his foot between his mother's thighs, and Carried purred as he rubbed his toes about her pussy. She grabbed his ankle and pressed his toes into her coot, gurgling as she felt herself stretching open. Brett watched as his mother pulled his toes into her pussy, a grin on his face. He wiggled his toes, making his mother gasp. While he held his foot still, Carrie began sliding her cunt up and off his toes, fucking herself with them. His toes became slippery with the juices, fucking in more and more.
But as much fun as this was, Carrie wanted her son's cock. It was almost completely hard again, and she stared hungrily at his prick while writhing her pussy on his toes.
"I need that," she said throatily. "I need that cock in me, Brett! I can come with your toes, but I want that beautiful hard-on in my pussy. "She pulled from him, sliding toward the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over it "Come fuck me this way."
Brett stood on the floor between his mother's spread thighs, watching her writhe her ass. He lowered himself to his knees, sliding his hands along her thighs to her hips. As he moved his own hips forward, the head of his cock brushed the slit of his mother's fiery cunt. Carrie sucked in a" deep gasp of air with the contact. Without using her hands, she lowered her cunt. The head of his prick slipped inside, and she moaned again. Brett could see his cock fucking into his mother's cunt, and he watched as she slowly settled onto it.
Carrie's ass hung over. the edge of the bed, and the only thing holding her was her elbows and the small of her back. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent.-Her head was back and eyes closed, her expression showing the wetness of her ecstasy. Her cunt worked on her son's cock, squeezing it, releasing it, making Brett groan with pleasure. She twisted her hips, grinding her cunt at his cock, her eyes slitted as she watched his face. Brett lifted his hands to his mother's firm tits, playing with them.
"Pull my nipples," she mewled. "Twist my nipples, baby." .
Brett twisted, pulling until his mother's tits stretched outward. When he let them go, her tits drew back like rubber bands, making her giggle in a lewd way.
"Do it again," she said, fucking her cunt up and down on his cock now. "Keep pulling my nipples. Twist my tits, honey. Pull and twist them... I'm going to fuck you, fuck your hard cock!"
Brett kept pulling and twisting his mother's tits, watching them, but found he couldn't be still while she fucked up and down his cock. He began to move with her, stabbing forward as she came down. Soft wet sounds drifted from between their bodies. When her tits became tender and started to hurt, Carrie lay back, arching her hips upward.
"Fuck me!" she hissed in a tight voice, thrashing her naked ass about. "Fuck me, Brett! Pound my cunt! "Ooooh baby, pound the piss out of my hot cunt!"
Brett grabbed his mother's jerking hips, plunging his cock into her cunt powerfully, making a smacking sound. Carrie cooed as he rammed against the puffy lips of her cunt, It felt as if he were going to bruise the tender tissues of her pussy, and she didn't care. She didn't care if her son fucked her cunt raw, made it so sore she could hardly walk. She wanted him to fuck her brutally, hard and even painfully. She tossed her ass about wildly, slamming her cunt onto his cock as he stabbed into it. The powerful fuck-thrusts caused her to grunt as he fucked the breath out of her, her tits jiggling, nipples rigid and tight.
Scissoring her hot, smooth thighs up and down his body, Carrie twisted her head about as the ecstasy rumbled through her. She fucked her cunt hard onto his cock. She felt her son's balls swinging against her ass, and shoved her hands down and behind, pulling the asscheeks apart. Then his balls were beating at the pucker of her asshole, sending sensation after sensation burning through her body.
Her mind went into a wild fantasy, for some reason. She was imagining her son fucking her hard, with another cock slamming into her mouth at the same time. Then, she tried to imagine the soft wetness of a hairy cunt press�ing at her open mouth while her son fucked her cunt. The fantasy was vivid, seeming almost real.
"Ohhhh, it's going to happen!" she squealed.
"Fuck me, Brett! You're setting mother's cunt on fire and I'm about to come! Ohhhh, God, bang me! Fuck me hard! Make me piss... ohhhh, it's so fucking good!"
Brett pounded his cock in and out, gritting his teeth. His balls beat upon her asshole, and Carrie squealed time and again. She thrashed her ass about, making tight circles, then hump�ing it with wanton abandon. The wet smacking sounds of his cock and balls were loud in her ears, the sweetest sounds she knew of... a hard cock pounding into a very hot, very hungry cunt.
"I gotta come, Mother!" Brett yelled in a choking voice. "I gotta come!"
"God, yes!" she replied, fucking her cunt up and down faster yet. "Come, Brett! "Ooooh" mother's cunt wants it, needs your come juice!"
Carrie screamed.
Her orgasm burst with the power of a volcano. Her naked body shuddered and her hips smashed hard, the lips of her cunt draw�ing on his cock from the base, dragging it as deep as possible. The throbbing convulsions around his cock worked.
Brett howled as his mother's cunt sucked the boiling come juice out of his young balls, making it roar up his cock and drench her cunt...
CHAPTER NINE
Two weeks later, they received a reply to their letter.
Brett was so excited, Carrie wondered if her son was going to come -off in his pants. Two photos had been enclosed, and he gazed at them with hot eyes, while his mother read the letter. The picture was of the man and woman. The woman was on top of the man, her legs open as she pushed her cunt into the man's face, and she leaned over him, his cock fucked halfway into her mouth. Both the man and woman were looking into the camera.
The other picture was of the young girl. This one was much clearer than the one in the magazine. The girl was posed in an armchair, with her legs draped over the arms, her cunt blatantly exposed. Her tits were small, and the blonde fuzz on her pussy enhanced the sweetness of it. The girl had the tip of her thumb in her mouth, and was gazing into the camera shyly. But her eyes glinted with desire.
"They want more pictures," Carrie said, handing the letter to her son. "They even told us how to pose. They said it was necessary to know we were real, not just playing games."
Brett's disappointment showed as he read the letter. He had been wanting to set up a fast meeting, anxious to fuck the woman and the girl in the pictures.
"Aw, shit," he said.
"Don't feel bad," Carrie replied. "I can understand. "
"What are we gonna do, Mother?"
"If you really want to go through with this, we take the pictures they asked for," Carrie told him.
"I wanna do it," he said. "I just don't wanna wait a whole fucking year, that's all."
"Come on." Carrie pulled her son against her tits, smoothing his hair. "Don't be disappointed. All we have to do is take the pictures the way they want, and then we'll be seeing them."
Brett brightened with the idea of taking pictures of his mother. He ran off for his instant camera, and came back swiftly.
"We can't take one of us fucking," Carrie said. "We don't have anyone to take it. But we can take the others."
One request was for Carrie to be in a car, so they went out to the garage. Carrie opened the car door and sat behind the wheel, one leg out, the other in, as the instructions indicated. She slipped her dress to her waist, and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. Then she smiled lewdly as her son snapped the picture.
The other request was for Brett to sit in the same car, the same sort of pose, but with his cock and balls hanging from his fly. Carrie took her son's picture, making sure all the details were indicated. The other request was for Carrie, naked, to be straddling a bike. Luckily they had bikes, she thought as she undressed. After peeling her panties off, she straddled her bike and twisted to spread her thighs, her cunt showing on the seat. Again she grinned lewdly while Brett took the picture. He had not replaced his cock and balls, and she watched his prick turn hard.
"There's no way we can take the others," she said, looking at the finished pictures. "How can we take any of your cock in my cunt, or mouth? We can't just walk up to someone and ask them to take our picture, not that way."
"I hope that they understand, Mother," he said.
"They will," she assured him, playing with his balls as he stood next to the car. The pictures and camera were on the hood. "We got all the details in the pictures showing it's the same car, the same garage. That will be enough."
Seeing his mother naked in the garage excited Brett, and he watched her as she moved about. Carrie knew the effect it had on him, and she waggled her ass, flashed her cunt and fondled her tits in a wanton manner, her eyes watching his cock jerk about, dripping juices from his piss hole. With her son, she realized, she was bolder than she had been when her husband was alive. She had never pranced around in the garage naked for him, nor had he ever asked her to.
"Take your pants off," she said, her voice husky. "I want to see you nice and naked out here, too."
Brett glanced at the closed garage door. "If I can do it, you can do it," she said. Grinning sheepishly, Brett removed his clothes. "I just don't want someone to sneak up on us, that's all."
"You didn't seem to mind that in the woods," she reminded him. "If I have to do things to excite you, it's only fair you do them for me, too."
"You don't have to do it," he said.
"I know I don't have to," Carrie replied, moving to her son and grasping his cock. "I want to do it. I love being naked in strange places, getting fucked by you. It makes my cunt hot!"
Brett shoved his hand between his mother's thighs. "It sure does," he laughed, rubbing soft�ly at her hairy pussy. "And not just hot, but wet."
"My cunt is always wet," she said softly, rubbing the dripping head of his cock about her thigh. "I can just look at you, see your cock, and my cunt gets wet."
Carrie sat behind the wheel of the car, spread�ing her legs as she faced out the car door. Her eyes blazed hotly as she pulled her son's cock toward her. With her sitting in the car, Brett could stick his cock into her cunt while standing up, and Carrie pulled the cockhead into her pussy, a soft cry of pleasure bubbling from her mouth. Brett pushed hard into his mother's cunt, and Carrie's eyes wobbled in her head as she moaned with the pleasure. She wiggled her ass, but couldn't really fuck him. Brett cupped his mother's tits as her cunt sucked at his cock for a while.
"Want to fuck my face?" she asked in a husky voice. "I'd love to have you fuck my face, baby."
"That's just another blow job," he laughed. "Of course it is," she agreed. "Only you do the moving, not me. You fuck my mouth, fuck it as if it was my cunt."
"Might as well," Brett said, pretending boredom.
She giggled, slapping his hip playfully. "You love a good blow job, and you can't tell me any different. I know you by now."
Carrie twisted in the car seat, shoving her legs across it and lying on her back with her head hanging over the side. She parted her legs, draping one over the back of the seat, the other foot on the floorboard. Seeing her son from this position was exciting. She could see his balls and cock, and even his ass. She reached for him, pulling him forward until he straddled her face.
The touch of his inner thighs on her face sent a trembling of ecstasy through Carrie. She _ kissed into his crotch, at his balls as they dangled into her face. Brett pushed his cock onto her tits, rubbing the wet piss hole about his mother's nipples. At the same time, he stroked the inside of her thigh that was draped over the back of the seat. He could see his mother's cunt, watch the cuntlips throb, her clit straining upward, hard and knotted.
Carrie pushed her face into her son's crotch, mouthing his balls as he leaned over her body, kissing through the soft hair of her cunt. She moved her hands past her dangling head and cupped the cheeks of his ass, pulling his crotch tightly into her face.
Brett, leaning over his mother's body, spread her pussy open with his fingers, and twirled his tongue about her bulging clit. Carrie gasped into his balls, opening her mouth to let them fall inside. She sucked at his balls and twisted her hips, because her son was licking her clit with swift flicks of his tongue. She felt him pull the puffy lips of her cunt wide open, and then her hips shot upward as he fucked his tongue into it.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she squealed, the sound muffled because her face was between his hot thighs.
Brett fucked his mother in the cunt with his tongue, sliding his lips inside, then licking the sensitive pussy flesh. His tongue probed deep�ly, licking at the sweet juices that flowed from her cunt. He shifted his hips until he had his cock in place, and Carrie opened her mouth, still holding his ass. Brett pushed his cock into his mother's mouth, and Carrie gulped on it eager�ly. Brett drove his cock deeply, and Carrie felt the cockhead fucking into her throat. She squeezed the cheeks of his ass, but Brett made no move to fuck her mouth. He buried his young face into her cunt, sucking and licking almost lazily.
As good as it felt, Carrie wanted it fast and hard and frantic. She pushed and pulled at his hips, letting her son know she wanted him to fuck her mouth, use it like her cunt. Her head dangled outside the car, upside down, her eyes open as she stared at his tight balls and ass. Her lips stretched about his cock, and then Brett began to fuck her mouth.
Carrie's eyes blazed upward at his ass, his balls, feeling his hard cock sliding in and out of her clinging lips. She pushed at it with her tongue, making her mouth tight for him. Arch�ing her hips up, she twisted her pussy into his face. Brett wrapped his arms behind his mother's hips, his fingers digging into her ass, lifting her to his mouth. At the same time, he hunched his hips, fucking his mother in her mouth the way she wanted.
Carrie pulled at her son's hips as he came down, swallowing his cock hungrily, sobbing in delight. She thrust her ass up and down, wiggling it into his face and sliding her cunt onto his tongue. Her lips burned and tingled with the friction of his cock, her tongue even tingling. She was thrilled with the way he fucked into her throat, and she found she could take it quite comfortably with her head hanging over this way. Now and then she squeezed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him deeply, holding him there, pulling his ass open to stare at the round pucker of his asshole.
The visual pleasure was almost as exciting as feeling, she found. She could see her son's asshole tighten with sensation as her lips drew on his cock. She rubbed a fingertip against his asshole, making her son grunt into her pussy. With her eyes burning, and with her son fuck�ing at her mouth, Carrie pressed her finger into his asshole, causing her son to drive his cock deeply into her throat. Her eyes became un�focused with ecstasy, and she wondered if it was possible for a woman to have an orgasm in her throat. It felt as if she were about to.
While her son sucked greedily at her cunt, Carrie fucked her finger in and out of his asshole, watching the ass ring cling to it. She lifted her head to meet the stabbing of his cock with her mouth. Being fucked in her mouth this way, in the garage, hanging over the seat of the car, was quite exciting to her.
Brett began to fuck faster, his balls dancing on her nose. Carrie felt his cock harden even more. She knew what it meant, and fucked her finger rapidly in and out of his asshole. Brett was making wet sounds between her thighs, his tongue fucking in and out of her cunt. Carrie squeezed her thighs about his head, pressing her cunt hard at his mouth. Brett began pumping fast and furiously, his cock ramming in and out of her mouth very fast. Her lips felt battered by the base of his cock, by the wiry tuft of hair, but she didn't care. She was about to come, her cunt fiery against his mouth. She was slamming into his face as hard and fast as he was pound�ing into hers. She didn't have to move her finger; her son was fucking in and out of her mouth rapidly, and at the same time his asshole rode on her finger. Carrie began to squeal in muffled ecstasy about her son's cock. Her cunt was throbbing and her orgasm increasing in that unbelievable way.
With a groan, Carrie came.
She smacked her cunt hard into her son's face. Her hips shot up and down a few times, then pressed -hard at his mouth. The whole expanse of her naked body shook wildly as she came. Her lips tightened even more on his cock, and Brett fucked frantically at her mouth.
Almost before she was ready for it, Carrie found her mouth filling with the juices of her son's hot balls. She made a choking sound, but recovered quickly, her stretched throat work�ing. She swallowed wetly as his cock spurted, the thick, creamy come juice spraying into her mouth like liquid fire. As he came, Brett kept hunching, fucking at her mouth. Carrie grabbed his ass tightly, her finger still inside his asshole. She pulled him down hard into her face, his balls mashing on her nose as she gulped and swallowed the come juice.
Almost exhausted, she dangled over the seat of the car, her son resting on top of her. He scooted forward with his cock on her tits, and she felt the hot breath on her cunt as he breathed. She parted the cheeks of his ass, flick�ing her tongue at the crack, tasting the softness of the inner flesh. Then she tickled his asshole with the tip of her tongue.
"Mmmmm, your cock is still hard, darling" she purred, feeling it on her tits. She pursed her lips and kissed his asshole, then sucked at it. "Want to fuck me now?"
"I just fucked you, Mother," he said.
"I mean in my cunt, or my ass," she whisper�ed, licking at the cheeks of his ass, dipping her tongue into the hot ass crack. "You want to stick your cock up my asshole, since it's still hard?"
Brett climbed from his mother, his cock jutting out. Carrie looked up at it, licking her lips. She pressed her face into his balls for a [mal kiss, then swung from the car. She turned her back to him, pulling the rounded cheeks of her lovely ass apart, showing her son the tight pucker of her asshole.
"I bet you can stick you cock in my ass stand�ing up," she said.
'Brett giggled, shoving his cock to his mother's ass.
"Mmmmm, see, you can!" she gurgled, feel�ing the pressure as he pushed the head of his cock at her asshole. "I'm tall enough for it."
Brett held his mother's hips as he pushed his cock into her asshole. Even standing, he still had to bend his knees slightly. But his cock slithered into his mother's asshole easily. Carrie cried out as he fucked his prick into her asshole. She felt it stretch, more than when he fucked her on her hands and knees, it seemed. She parted her legs slightly, still pulling the cheeks of her ass open for him.
"Ooooooo" nice, honey," she purred, wiggling her ass. "Not as deep, but it feels very nice. Fuck me slow, Brett! I love the feel of your cock in my asshole. Fuck me slow, at first."
She was standing near the open door of the car, and found if she closed it, she could lean on the open window. She pulled her legs together, and felt the exciting sensation of her son fucking her as she stood upright. Brett wrapped his arms about her body, cupping her tits, stabbing his cock back and forth. He couldn't fuck his cock as deep as before, because her rounded ass prevented it, but deep enough.
"Ohhhh, hold my tits and fuck me!" Carrie groaned. "God, this is wonderful, baby! You can fuck me in the ass standing up! Ooooh, squeeze my tits and fuck that hot ass! Ram my asshole!"
"You're awfully tight standing up," he said, grunting as he fucked his cock in and out.
Carrie sobbed with the wonderful friction of his cock fucking in and out of her asshole. She didn't have to tighten her ass ring. It squeezed and sucked at his cock by itself. She released the cheeks of her ass and began to rub at her inflamed clit, sliding her fingers about it, smashing it. The heat of her son's cock speeded up, and she gurgled.
"Ohhhh, now fuck me faster!" she urged, thrusting her ass to him, slapping her cunt, her fingers beating on her distended clit.
Brett squeezed and pulled at his mother's tits as he fucked her ass, grunting. He began to kiss and lick at her smooth back, tasting her. flesh. Carrie, her excitement intense, knew she was slapping at her cunt, but she felt no pain, only a strange kind of pleasure. She had never slapped her cunt before, but just rubbed and fingered it. Now, slapping at her clit with the tips of her fingers, she found the rapture a delight. Juices dripped from her pussy, down the insides of her thighs, and her son's cock stretched her asshole beautifully. She slipped her hand past her cunt, pulling his balls into her pussy gash.
"Ohhhh, fuck it, fuck it!" she squealed, her legs shaking. "Fuck my ass, Brett! Ohhhh, my God... it's so good! Fuck my asshole!"
Brett was digging painfully into his mother's swollen tits, his cock ramming her ass faster.
"I'm gonna come, Mother! I'm gonna come right up your tight fucking ass!"
"Give it to me, darling!" she sobbed, thrust�ing her ass back, once again slapping her clit. "Squirt it up my hot asshole! Come in my ass, Brett! Ohhhh, I'm about to come, too! Ohhhh, fuck me... stretch my fucking asshole!"
Brett lunged, holding himself tight and still. "Ohhhh, now!" he shouted.
Carrie felt her son's cock pouring his hot come juice into her asshole. She smashed the heel of her hand into her cunt hard, and her legs shook as the orgasm rumbled through her. She came hard, and her legs turned weak. She had to lean into the open window of the car, brac�ing herself. Her asshole sucked at his cock, draining his young balls.
Her asshole clutched his cock as it relaxed, Brett leaping against her back, gasping hard. Carrie leaned into the car, afraid she would fall.
"I can't believe it," she hissed. "It gets better every time, baby."
Now that his cock was soft, Brett pulled it from her asshole. Carrie gave a soft cry, feel�ing her asshole close, empty. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and turned to face him, grinning. She gingerly probed her asshole with her finger.
"I'm dripping come juice from my ass," she laughed. "That's never happened before."
Brett was scrambling into his pants. "I gotta mail that letter," he said.
CHAPTER TEN
Carrie watched her son.
He was very nervous, pacing back and forth.
But she, too, was a little nervous.
They had received a reply from their second letter, and now they were waiting for the couple, with the young girl, to arrive. Brett had been on pins and needles for two days. Carrie was, at times, amused with his excited nervousness, and other times it excited her to see him so eager. It was strange that she and her husband had never done anything like this, she thought. They had been so involved in themselves, it just never came up, not really.
Since they had first replied to the magazine ad, Carrie found herself looking forward to the meeting more and more. She had not been, at first, sure she wanted to go through with it. After all, it was her son who was her partner. There couldn't be that many women involved in fucking with a son, she felt. Husband and wife, girlfriend and boyfriend, of course, but a mother and son? With her deep interest in sex, Carrie knew about the singles parties, the orgies that went on, of the couples who fucked others. But she had never really been that interested in it, not while her husband had been alive.
She wondered if her interest would be as deep without her son, and decided it probably would. In time, she felt, she would have gotten involved, of course, because her cunt was hot and wet and quite demanding, becoming more so ever since she had begun fucking her son...
Brett paced back and forth, wearing an old pair of jeans he had hacked into cut-offs. Carrie wore a skirt and blouse, deciding to wear panties, too. She didn't want to appear too eager, too blatant, when the people arrived. Her tits, however, were naked under her cotton blouse. She saw her son's cock was hardening as he walked back and forth, his eyes glowing.
When he allowed the head of his cock to stick from the fringe of his cut-offs, she licked her lips, staring at it.
"They'll be here," she said, "You're going to wear the carpet out if you keep pacing that way."
"I just gotta be moving, Mother," he said, sliding his palm over the exposed head of his cock. "Look at this. I'm hard already, just thinking about it."
"Want me to take care of it?" she asked softly.
Brett shoved aside his shorts, his cock and balls showing. He wrapped his fist about his cock and pumped it. "I guess I better do some�thing, Mother. I don't want my balls to be hurt�ing when they get here."
Carrie opened her blouse, revealing her tits.
"Come here," she whispered.
Brett stepped to her, and Carrie pulled her skirt up, opening her legs for him. He stood between her thighs, his cock jerking up and down. Carrie kissed the cockhead, then closed her tits about his cock.
"Fuck my tits, honey," she said.
Brett shoved his hands to his mother's tits, squeezing them about his cock, fucking up and down. Carrie held his ass, sliding her hands under his cut-offs to feel the naked cheeks of his ass. The sliding of his cock between her tits felt good, his balls pushing against her tit flesh. She felt the head of his cock poking at her chin, and dipped her mouth down to kiss his prick as it came up between her tits. She swirled her tongue around the smooth cockhead, her cunt starting to soak the crotch of her panties.
"Lick it, Mother," he groaned. "Lick my cock. I gotta come so my balls will stop hurt�ing."
Carrie swirled her tongue about the head of his cock as he hunched up and down. She enjoyed the way he smashed her tits about his cock, the way his balls rubbed at her chest beneath them. She squeezed her thighs against his legs, letting him shove the head of his cock past her lips, too.
She held his ass and looked up at his face.
"I think I spend more time licking or sucking this cock than anything," she said.
"I like it, Mother."
"I know you do," Carrie smiled. "That's why I do it. I would like, though, to feel it in my cunt more often."
"You'll feel a cock in your cunt pretty soon," he said. "You're gonna feel two cocks in you. I bet you'll really love it, having two of us taking turns fucking you."
"What about the two women?" she asked.
"You don't think they're just going to sit and play with themselves, do you?"
"They'll get fucked," Brett promised.
"Do you know what this is doing to my cunt?"
Brett laughed. "Sure. It's making your pussy hot and wet."
"As always," she laughed with him, lower�ing her face again to run her tongue across the head of his cock as he fucked between her tits. "Your balls feel very hot on me."
Brett pumped his cock faster. She felt it throbbing between her tits, felt the liquid smear�ing her chin and lips. She pulled her hands from his ass and placed them on her tits. She smashed her tits hard about his cock, purring softly as he plunged up and down.
"I'm going to be coming soon!" he gasped. Carrie dipped her face, parting her lips, prepared to take his come load into her mouth.
Carrie didn't get a chance to catch his come juice in her mouth. It sprayed over her face, all the way to her forehead. She squealed, startled for a moment, taking his come juice allover her face. Jizz dripped from her forehead and nose, smearing her cheeks and chin. She would have jerked away, but her son had grabbed her head. She didn't really mind him coming in her face; she loved it. But they were going to have visitors at any minute, and she was going to be a mess.
Just as her son finished coming, the doorbell clanged. "Oh, shit! Carrie squealed, trying to wipe at her face with the hem of her blouse. "They're here!"
Brett pulled back, his cock just exposed in his cut-offs. He turned from his mother and started for the door before she could stop him. She was starting to get to her feet when her son flung the door open.
Carrie felt a flush creep over her jizz-smeared face. The man and woman in the magazine stood there, looking in at her. She still had her knees open, and she was frozen, unable to move. She saw a shy face peeking from behind the man and woman.
Brett invited them in, and Carrie finally found strength to close her knees quickly t covering her naked tits and shoving her skirt down. The man and woman smiled at each other t then at Carrie. They were a nice-looking couplet about her age, much better looking than the pictures showed. She looked at the young girl who had come in with them t then at the man and woman questioningly.
"We didn't say it in the letters or magazine," the woman said, "but this is our daughter t Mary."
"I thought so;" Carrie said, her voice weak. "My son, Brett."
The woman's eyes glowed as she looked at Brett, and Carrie saw her son's cock head showing beneath the fringe of his cut-offs. The woman's eyes glittered hungrily, and her pink tongue licked over her lips.
"He's very nice looking," she said.
Mary, Carrie saw, was much younger than she had looked in the magazine. In fact, she was about the same age as Brett.
Feeling bolder, knowing she had no reason to be nervous, Carrie asked: "Does your daughter participate, or... just watch?"
"Oh, Mary wouldn't be satisfied with watch�ing," the man said. "Show her, Mary."
The little girl, her big blue eyes shining, stood next to her mother. As in the picture, she pressed the tip of her thumb into her mouth and lifted her dress.
Carrie and Brett stared.
The girl's lovely little cunt was pink and succulent. Mary was not, of course, wearing panties.
"It's such a tasty little cunt," the girl's mother said. "You'll have to lick it, Carrie."
The man boldly opened his pants and pulled out a long, thick cock, swelling into hardness. Carrie sucked in her breath as she looked at it, knowing she wanted his cock inside her cunt.
The woman began to undress. Like her daughter, she wore no panties. Brett seemed to have trouble deciding where to look, his eyes darting from the woman to her daughter, who still held her dress up to her small waist. His cock thrust from his shorts, growing hard. The girl took it in her hand, her eyes glowing as she squeezed his fucker.
"Well, I don't see any reason to wait," the woman said. "Mary and Brett will get ahead of us."
Carrie, breathing hard with excitement, slipped her blouse from her shoulders and tossed it to one side. Lifting her ass, she pushed her skirt down and off.
"Let me," the man said, dropping to his knees and sliding her panties off. When they were gone, the man shoved Carrie's legs open and buried his face into her cunt.
The woman stood watching, stroking her own pussy.
Carrie gave a soft cry and shoved her cunt into the man's face, watching as the young girl leaned over and began to suck on Brett's cock. Brett, so excited he could hardly stand, was trying to undress the girl while she sucked his prick.
The woman moved to her daughter and helped, and Carrie lifted her legs, draping them over the man's shoulders. Watching her son with the girl, watching the woman undress the girl, excited her tremendously, and she pushed her cunt hard into the man's face as he held her naked ass. "I want your cock," Carrie breathed.
The man lifted his face, grinning. "You got it, honey."
He quickly got out of his clothes, and his cock strained out in hardness. Carrie gazed at it, her eyes moist with desire. Naked, the man dropped to his knees and fucked his cockhead into Carrie's cunt. Carrie, with a feverish moan, slipped her hands down and pulled her hairy cunt wide open for him.
"Beautiful," the man whispered, fucking deeper into her cunt. "Beautiful and wet."
Carrie sucked in air as his big prick stabbed into her cunt. Her eyes smoldered as she noticed her son with the cute girl. The girl was on her hands and knees now, shaking her small ass lewdly while Brett knelt behind her.
"Fuck me!" the little girl squealed. "Fuck me with your cock! Fuck my cunt with your hard cock! Fuck me good and make me come� and I'll suck you off next!"
Carrie listened to the girl. The words didn't fit, the young girl looked so shy and innocent, so sweet. But that was part of the excitement. She saw her son push his cock into the girl's cunt and begin to fuck her. The girl waggled her ass, squealing with delight, resting her head and shoulders on the carpet.
"Mary is a great fuck," the man said, fuck�ing into Carrie's cunt. "She loves hard cock!"
"You fuck her?" Carrie asked, her words coming out in a grunt, as the man stabbed deeply.
"All the time," he replied, reaching for her tits. "She can't get enough. She's insatiable."
The woman watched her daughter taking Brett's cock awhile, sliding her hands between Brett's thighs to fondle his balls. Carrie noticed her son shove his hand to the woman's cunt, feeling it without missing a fuck-stroke into Mary's young pussy.
Fucking her cum onto the man's thick cock, Carrie found herself almost transported into erotic bliss. Seeing her son fucking the little girl excited her more than she had thought it would.
"God, you're a big one!" Carrie hissed.
"You fill my cunt full!"
The woman stood up, smiling as she came toward Carrie and her husband.
"You think his cock fills your cunt? You should see what it does to Mary's," she said. "That poor little pussy has to struggle to take it."
"But she takes it," the girl's father said. Carrie was listening, but only with part of her mind. She was feeling ecstatic, lurching her hips up and down, meeting the man's cock with her cunt. His big, hairy balls smacked at her ass, and she moaned, grinding into him. The woman stood at her side, parting the lips of her bushy cunt, watching her husband fucking her.
"Taste this, Carrie." the woman said softly, working her finger into her cunt and then wiping it across Carrie's lips.
Mindless with rapture, Carrie drew the woman's finger into her mouth, sucking it, tasting the hot pussy juices.
The woman pulled her finger out and began to climb onto the couch. Carrie watched as if in a dream, as the woman straddled her. She saw the man shove his face into his wife's ass, his tongue licking at the ass crack. The hairy cunt was glistening wetly, and when the woman moved it slowly to her face, Carrie sobbed, knowing she was going to suck that pussy, lick it until the woman came.
"Suck it," the woman said throatily.
"I will!" Carrie cried out, shoving her hands to the woman's rounded ass. She pulled at the hot asscheeks, shoving her face up into the wet cunt at the same time. She felt the man's face against her fingers as he licked his wife's asshole.
Without hesitation, Carrie fucked her tongue into the woman's cunt, and fucked her cunt hard onto the man's cock.
"Suck her, Mother!" she heard Brett shout.
"Suck her cunt!"
Carrie couldn't see her son now, because her face was buried into the fiery softness of the woman's pussy. She sucked at the long clit, fucking her bubbling cunt onto the man's cock.
And she began wondering who she and her son would contact in the magazine next...
