Brenda felt the tickle of her clit inside her panties.
She smashed her thighs together, focusing their eyes on the ribbon of highway ahead. The sun was behind her, so the glare didn't hit her in the eyes the way it would be in the afternoon. There was little traffic, and she didn't expect much on this particular highway.
She glanced over her shoulder at her son. He had sprawled out on the back seat, sleeping. He had slept when she stopped at that small cafe behind them for coffee.
The stop was the cause of her distended clit.
The young man who had served her coffee was the only one in the place, and had begun flirting with her immediately. Brenda was used to men flirting with her and she enjoyed it. Even her ex-husband had flirted with her last night, trying to get into her motel room with her.
Brenda wanted nothing to do with him, however, and spent a restless night in a strange town on a strange bed. She seldom rested well when away from home.
Tall and slender, with beautiful brunette hair that hung below her shoulders, Brenda was a girl who drew the attention of men. She had known this from an early age, and had encouraged their attentions. Still quite young when her tits developed, it wasn't long before Brenda was spreading out in the back seats of cars, fucking her dates with enthusiasm. She loved to fuck, and wasn't in the least ashamed of it. She had very strong sexual desires, powerful hungers, yet she was somewhat inexperienced.
That lack of experience came out of frustration, not because she didn't want to enjoy those delicious things her mind came up with. But as a girl, her dates didn't know anything except to get hard, stick their pricks in her pussy, and fuck away until they came. She came very, very easily. There had been times she simply pictured a cock in her mind and came. Usually, she came when the boy first penetrated her cunt with his cock, and always again when he came. Enjoying two orgasms most of the time was okay, but she was still left unsatisfied.
There had to be more to sex than just taking a hard cock into her cunt and fucking away, she knew. As much pleasure as that gave her, the wonderful filling, the friction, there had to be more to it.
She knew there was more to fucking because she had seen pictures and read the books.
Books and pictures were the cause of her divorce.
Her husband had found them, and immediately accused her of being some wicked sort of woman. Brenda didn't feel wicked at all. She saw nothing wrong in having the books and pictures, nothing wrong with men and women enjoying each other to the utmost. But her husband, strangely enough, had been somewhat of a puritan. Once she had suggested, shyly, that he use his mouth on her cunt, and for a moment she had thought he was going to knock her on her ass.
So, she was inexperienced, frustrated, and driving home with her son after picking him up at his father's.
She drove carefully, staying within the speed limit, but her mind was on the young man at the cafe. He had been good looking, and she had gone along with his flirting. But now she regretted it. Her cunt bubbled and boiled between her thighs. She felt she should be used to her cunt being so wet and hot all the time, but she wasn't. It troubled her because she didn't have a man, only her fingers.
She could have had men, though.
With her beautiful face, her green eyes and full, moist lips, she was extremely attractive to men. Her tits were high and firm, spaced widely with unusually long nipples that were often so sensitive she could hardly stand to feel anything against them. She had a small waist, with rounded hips that flowed into enticingly long thighs of such smooth texture, she had been told they felt like silk. Her ass was tight, compact, rounded in a mouth-watering way. Yes, she could have been fucking men.
But she was afraid of them. Afraid they would disappoint her as her husband had, as her dates those many years ago had. She wanted an adventurous man, a man who would do things
... like those in the pictures and books she had. Her imagination and fingers were better than any man she had ever had so far, and Brenda wasn't going to be frustrated anymore because of some unimaginative man.
She felt her clit harden more between her thighs.
She looked over her shoulder again at her sleeping son. Brad had turned onto his back, one leg flung against the back of the seat, the other drooped on the floor. Her eyes gazed at his young face, so innocent in sleep. She teased herself by letting her eyes move to the crotch of his jeans.
She gasped softly.
Brad had a hard-on.
His cock was elongated along the left side of his jeans, outlined by the tight denim. She felt a throb of her clit. Jerking her eyes back to the highway, she couldn't resist dropping her left hand to her lap. She pressed into her cunt, the pressure sending a ripple of hot pleasure along her inner thighs.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered softly.
She imagined her son asleep back there, only in her mind he had his cock out of his pants. It stood up so sweetly, so hard. She saw it clearly in her mind, saw the swollen cockhead so smooth, saw it throb. She fought to focus her eyes on the road ahead, slipping her hand down her thigh to the hem of her skirt. She inched her skirt up, teasing herself with the tip of one finger, swirling it along the smooth texture of her knee. The lurching sensation of her cunt caused her to writhe her ass against the seat.
She sneaked another peek over her shoulder.
Brad's cock looked so very hard inside his pants. She wondered what he could be dreaming about, if it was erotic, maybe of pushing his cock into some little girl's tight cunt, fucking her. She wondered if he often had those nice dreams, maybe squirted jism all over himself as he slept. The idea that her son could enjoy a wet dream excited her. She wished there were some way she could see it, watch him have such a dream, see his cock, that young, precious cock, spurting all over the place.
Brenda found her hand climbing up her thigh, shoving her skirt upward.
She had to struggle to watch the highway. The throbbing hard-on of her son in the back seat was a powerful attraction. The urge to pull over and stop and turn to look at his cock-bulge was strong. But she was afraid the stop would wake him, and then she wouldn't be able to see his cock. He would try to hide it, make it go soft
. . . and she didn't want his cock soft.
She adjusted the rear-view mirror until she could look into it and see Brad, see his cock. Carefully steering with her right hand, Brenda moved her left between her thighs. Opening them as wide as she could, she cupped her cunt. The crotch of her panties was wet by now, and she could feel the damp heat soaking through to her palm. She rubbed at her pussy, feeling the swollen cuntlips, the tip of her clit. Her pulse increased hotly, and she made soft gasping sounds of self-induced pleasure.
Unable to stand the heat of her cunt, Brenda worked a finger into the crotch of her panties. She stroked along the side of her rigid cht, agitating it slowly, working her finger downward to dip the tip into her slippery pussy. Her eyes went from the road to the mirror, her mind flaming with the image of her son's cock-bulge.
Her pussy was very wet, and her finger fucked easily inside.
The orgasms she produced were mild, but so delicious.
And that made her want more.
She threw caution away and spread her knees very wide, slumping in the seat to get at her cunt better. She pulled her skirt to her waist, and shoved her hand into the elastic waist. She fucked a finger into her cunt, making a wet sound. She stabbed herself in the cunt time and again, drawing her finger out to smash at her sensitive clit. She panted with heat, trying to watch the road and the mirror at the same time.
Her cunt began to contract about her finger, and the orgasm radiated a wild, consuming heat throughout her body. She fought to keep the car on the roady her eyes blurred with teary pleasure.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
Brenda let out a small yelp, jerking her hand out of her panties quickly, sitting upright and bringing her hand to the wheel.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
Brenda let out a small yelp, jerking her hand out of her panties quickly, sitting upright and bringing her hand to the wheel.
Brad was leaning over the seat, wide awake.
"Nothing, baby," she managed to say, her voice weak.
She had forgotten to shove her skirt down, and Brad was gazing at her long thighs, seeing the crotch of his mother's skimpy panties. Brenda didn't remember her skirt was up until her son began to climb over the seat, getting in front with her.
A blush came over her face as she smoothed her skirt down, trying to tug it to her knees. But when she had slumped in the seat, her skirt had pulled up in back. She was afraid to lift her ass to pull it down, afraid it would make it more obvious what she had been doing.
She glanced carefully at her son as he sat next to her now. He was looking straight ahead, so she ventured a peek at the front of his pants.
Brad still had a hard-on!
Half her thighs were exposed, and there wasn't much she could do about it unless she wanted to make it quite obvious she had been sitting there trying to drive the car and finger-fucking herself wildly. She didn't feel shy that her legs were revealed. She felt a strange excitement that her son could see them. He had seen her legs many times, of course, when she wore shorts. But a woman sitting with her skirt up was a more erotic picture, she knew. She caught Brad peeking at her from the corners of his eyes.
She knew he had seen her hand inside her panties. He couldn't have missed it. Besides, her finger was still wet, now on the steering wheel. Wondering what he was thinking, she felt the urge to ask.
"Brad, you . . . saw, didn't you?" she asked, her voice very low.
"Saw what, Mom?" he asked.
But she heard the catch in his voice. She breathed deeply, causing her tight tits to strain against her blouse.
And again she caught her son watching her.
"You saw what I was . . . doing," she said, unable to keep the quiver from her voice.
Brad nodded, a quick up-and-down jerk of his head.
Brenda was surprised at her feelings. She found she didn't care if her son had caught her with her finger up her cunt. The very idea of it sent shivers of perverse pleasure up and down her spine.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Not very," he replied, his voice strange.
"Something to drink, maybe?" she asked. ' We can stop at a place up ahead if you want."
"It's okay, Mom," he said, rubbing his palms up and down his legs.
She watched him shift his body, noticing he wasn't making any attempt to try and hide his hard-on. His cock bulged up against his jeans, outlined there. Her cunt had a burning sensation in it, and her palm itched to grab his cock, to hold it, squeeze it, feel it. She wondered if Brad would be afraid, want to go back to his father if she grabbed for his cock.
She looked down at her thighs, noticing her skirt had come up a bit more. It seemed when she twitched her ass on the seat, it brought her skirt higher on her legs. It would soon be back in her lap, she saw.
"You're not ashamed of seeing what I was doing?" she asked. "I mean, ashamed of me?"
"No, Mom," he said, and she detected a soft moan in his voice.
Brenda couldn't stop herself.
"I'm sure you know about such things, baby," she went on nervously. "I know boys do that to themselves. Girls aren't any different, Brad. We have needs, too, you know."
Brad nodded. There was a flush on his young face, but Brenda didn't think it was a flush of shyness or embarrassment. Not with that cock so very hard in his pants.
"Do you do it?" she asked.
"I . . . well, Mom," he sighed, rubbing his palms along his legs again.
"Sure you do," she whispered. "All boys do it."
Brad looked at his mother openly now, and Brenda gazed directly into his eyes. Then he lowered his, letting them focus on her exposed thighs. She watched him fighting to keep a grin off his face.
"Oh, go ahead," she said, pretending to sigh. "Look all you want. I know you can't help it, darling. Besides, I should have pulled my skirt down."
She caught the grin that grew on his face, and felt delighted. Brad kept looking at her thighs, and Brenda kept glancing at his cock. Her cunt was pulsating with a wild wetness, her clit throbbing crazily. Her nipples had become long and hard and ever so sensitive. She was breathing fast and heavy, causing her tits to lift and fall, drawing her son's eyes to them.
Brenda lifted her shoulders, thrusting her tits out, flashing a grin at him. "You like them?" she asked in a throaty voice.
Brad nodded, making strangling sounds.
She pointed at his crotch. "What's that, honey?"
"Gosh, Mom, you know!" Brad said, panting as he stared at her straining tits, then her bare thighs again. "You know what it is."
"Tell me," she urged. "Tell me what it is, honey."
"You know!"
She reached down for his hand, lifting it and bringing it between them. She held his hand there, squeezing it, wishing it was his cock she was squeezing.
"I want you to tell me," she whispered. "I need you to tell me, baby."
"Aw, Mom ..."
"You have a hard-on, don't you?" she finally said.
Brad's body jerked, and he shot a glance at his mother's face. Brenda smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. He nodded, then began to stare at her legs again.
"Does seeing me this way make it hard, Brad?"
"Gosh, yes, Mom," he grunted.
"Does it feel good, being hard that way?"
Brad nodded, his eyes glowing.
"Would it make you very hard if you saw . . . this," she said, and she pulled her skirt to her lap. The crotch of her panties was exposed, with the shadow of her triangular cunt hair beneath the thin nylon.
"Ohhhh, Mom!" Brad gurgled, his face lighting up with pleasure.
The car weaved a bit, and she focused her attention on the road. She could feel her son's eyes on her thighs, the crotch of her panties. She could feel the excited heat of his stare, burning through her panties. She felt his hand turn in hers, and then he was squeezing her fingers hard."
"Do you like seeing me this way, honey?" she asked, her voice hoarse with emotion.
"Not really," she laughed, half nervously. "You're just seeing something you want to touch, that's all. Any girl is beautiful when she lets you see her like this."
"No, Mom. Even Dad says you're beautiful."
"That's nice," Brenda replied. "I like being beautiful for you, though."
She was very pleased with her son's reaction. She had no idea what she was going to do, but it felt good to sit there, her panties showing, his cock very hard, talking this way. If she had ever done anything remotely like driving with her skirt up, her ex-husband would have made her feel ashamed. But her son didn't. He liked it. He loved to look at her with her dress up, the nylon crotch of her panties exposed, his cock so deliciously hard in his pants. She wondered if there was some way she could convince him to take his cock out.
"Does it hurt, Brad?"
"What hurt, Mom?"
"Your . . . hard-on?"
"Golly, no!" Brad giggled. "It feels good."
She wanted to say how badly she would like to feel his prick, to see if it felt good, but she held back. Brad was a very horny young boy, and she didn't want to make him ashamed or frighten him.
She saw a cafe ahead of them. "You're going to eat breakfast."
"But I'm not hungry, Mom."
"It's almost ten o'clock," she reminded him. "You'll be very hungry before we stop for lunch. Now, be a good boy and eat a big breakfast, okay?"
"Okay," he said.
She pulled off the highway and parked on the gravel lot in front of the cafe. It wasn't much, just a small building with two gas pumps out front, a typical country cafe.
"We've got to do something about that," she said in a soft voice. "You can't go in with that thing sticking out, Brad."
"What am I gonna do with it, Mom?"
She pulled her skirt down. "It might go soft now," she said, and she slipped from the car. "When it does, come on in. I'll order breakfast for you."
She felt her son's eyes on her swaying ass as she entered the screened door of the cafe, and she turned to grin at him over her shoulder.
CHAPTER TWO
Brenda knew what she was going to do before breakfast was over.
She had watched her son eat, his eyes on her almost all the time. They glowed at her, as if he knew what she was thinking about. She watched him drink three tall glasses of milk with his breakfast, and she noticed her son was anxious to get back in the car. There seemed to be silent messages between them.
As she paid, Brad hurried to the car. By the time she climbed under the wheel, he was shifting about on his ass, darting eager glances at her.
"You want my dress up again?" she asked, her voice low.
"Would you, Mom?" he asked, his excitement obvious in his voice.
She winked at him, pulling her skirt up past her ass this time. It rested at her waist, more of her panties exposed. "How's this?"
"Golly, that's great, Mom!"
"For who?" she teased. "You don't have a hard-on anymore."
"Just wait," he said. "I will."
They drove along the highway, with Brenda taking her time, staying below the speed limit. She was in no hurry to get home now. She was enjoying this teasing game with her son, but she had decided, during breakfast, to go as far as her son wanted.
Even if he wanted to fuck her, she would let it happen. She wanted him to fuck her.
They had gone about ten miles when Brad said: "Mom, I gotta pee."
She grinned. "I don't see anything ahead of us. You'll have to wait until we find a service station. Can you hold on that long?"
"I don't think so," he said, squirming in the seat, pressing a hand between his thighs. "Why can't I go on the side of the road?"
"Someone might see," she cautioned, looking far ahead, then behind. "But there's no traffic. Okay, I'll pull over."
She stopped the car, and Brad opened the door, climbing out.
But he didn't shut the door. He left it open, standing there in her sight, and opened his pants. Brenda's breath caught in her throat as she saw him fish inside his open fly, and then his cock was out. The tingling between her thighs was strong. She had the sensation she was about to come, just from seeing his cock. Brad looked in her, his eyes shining. Brenda's skirt was wrapped about her waist, her panties revealed. She sat almost stiffly, staring at her son's cock, her lips parted as she gasped excitedly. Brad gave a moan of relief as he began to piss. Brenda's cunt seemed to throb with more intensity as she saw the golden piss flowing out of his prick. Her clit felt much too sensitive to be squeezed between her thighs, and she parted them to release the pressure. She had not realized how exciting it could be to watch someone pissing. Maybe it was her son that excited her so much, she felt. Maybe she wouldn't feel this gnawing hunger if it was someone else taking a piss in front of her eyes. She gazed at his cock with smoldering desire, seeing the smooth cockhead.
Brad giggled as he pissed, holding his cock with a thumb and forefinger. Playfully, he swung his cock, trying to make wet designs in the dirt. Brenda giggled with him, girlishly. She felt a twinge of disappointment when he stopped, sending a final squirt of piss out of his cock. She watched him shake his prick, and was delighted when he climbed back into the car without zipping his pants.
"I guess you did have to go, didn't you?" she said once the car was back on the highway. "I never saw anyone piss so much in my life."
Brad giggled. "I sure did have to piss, Mom."
It struck Brenda what she had said, and she turned to look at her son. She burst out laughing. "Well, that's what it is-piss."
"Piss . . . piss!" Brad gurgled, feeling deliciously naughty to say the word in front of his mother.
For a while they drove in silence, her skirt about her waist. Brenda was acutely aware that her son's fly was still open, and she wanted to pull his cock out, see it, touch it.
"I thought you said you'd get a hard-on, honey," she finally said in a whispery voice. "I don't see one yet."
"You will, Mom," Brad laughed, and he pulled his cock out of his pants.
"Oh, my!" Brenda gasped, glancing at his prick.
Brad seemed very proud to have his cock showing for her. Brenda's cunt throbbed wetly between her thighs, and she pressed them together, and just as quickly opened them. She couldn't take the pressure on her clit.
She watched his cock from the corners of her eyes, and saw it twitching, swelling, becoming hard. Brad sat with his hands at his sides, but his eyes were on thighs and panties. Deliberately, Brenda lowered right hand to her lap, and traced a fingertip along the lacy edge of her panties.
"Are you gonna play with yourself again, Mom?" Brad asked, his voice husky with emotion.
Brenda's eyes flashed happily at her son, and she hooked a finger into her panties, drawing them to one side and giving her son a quick glimpse of the thick curly hair of her pussy. She heard his breath suck in quickly, and repeated the exposure.
"How's that, darling?" she asked, her voice throaty.
"Nice, Mom!"
Brenda saw his cock standing straight up from his open jeans, the cockhead smooth and swollen. She saw his piss hole flaring, a bit of moisture on it. She pulled her hand up to the elastic waist of her bikini panties, and pulled them away from her pussy, stretching them. Holding her panties stretched away from her cunt, she darted a glance at her son.
"How's this?" she asked huskily.
"Gosh!" Brad swallowed noisily, leaning over and peering down inside his mother's panties. "That's pretty, Mom!"
Brenda sucked in a deep breath.
"Want to . . . want to touch it?" she whispered, her voice quivering.
"Golly! Is it okay, Mom?" Brad asked, trembling with excitement. "I can touch it? You'll really let me touch you there?"
"Shove your hand in my panties and feel," she urged.
Brad was gasping as he shoved a shaking hand down into his mother's panties. Brenda felt his fingers sliding through the thick curls of her cunt. She held her breath, her body trembling with desire.
"Lower," she hissed, opening her legs wide under the wheel. "Shove your hand lower, Brad!"
Brenda felt his fingers pressing at the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Brad!" She lifted her ass slightly, pressing her hand against his.
"Mom, it's awfully wet and hot!" Brad grunted.
"God, yes!" she moaned. "Feel it! Feel me!"
Brad was gasping as he moved his hand inside her panties. His cock throbbed, jerking about in the air. Brenda released her son's hand. She couldn't stop herself now. She grasped her son's stiff cock with tight fingers, squeezing it hard, feeling it throb in her fist. She moaned and began to jack her fist up and down swiftly.
"Ohhhh, Mom!" Brad gurgled.
"Feel me up, baby!" she urged, steering the car to the shoulder of the road as carefully as she could. "Feel Mother up! Ooooo, it's been so long! Touch my pussy, Brad!"
She managed to stop the car and set the brakes, but didn't turn the engine off. She didn't care about the engine right now. She turned to face her son, drawing a knee up on the seat between them, pumping frantically on his cock. Brad's hand was inside her panties, feeling about her cunt.
"Stick a finger in me, baby!" she rasped.
"Stick a finger inside me and go deep!"
Brad did.
Brenda squealed as she came.
She gripped her son's cock hard, her cunt flexing about her son's finger, contracting in hot waves of orgasm. She gasped and pumped up and down on his prick, her fist tight, making the cockhead bulge sweetly. She felt her son's finger trying to move in and out of her cunt, trying to finger-fuck her, but she was sitting and there wasn't much room.
"Brad, baby," she hissed. "Do you want to ... to fuck me?"
"Golly!" Brad croaked. "Mom, do you mean it?"
"Yes, I mean it!" she moaned. "Do you want to fuck me, baby? Do you want to put your cock in my pussy and fuck me?"
"Oh, yes. Mom!"
"Hurry!" Brenda squealed, jerking her panties, trying to draw them down her thighs in the cramped confines of the front seat. "Ohhhh, hurry and fuck me, darling!"
Brad was trying to get on top of her, and
Brenda gave up trying to get her panties off. She leaned back on the seat, her head resting on the window of the door, the steering wheel crowding her. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, her eyes glazed with wild and intense erotic desire. She caught her son's cock that throbbed from his open pants. Pulling at it, she brought her son between her thighs.
"Hurry!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, Brad, hurry and shove your cock in me! Ooooo, I want it so badly! Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me now!"
Brad's cock stabbed forward, and Brenda sucked in a deep breath as she felt the swollen prickhead slide past the hairy, fiery lips of her seeping cunt. Then his cock was up her pussy, deep and throbbing. Brad's eyes were closed tightly, his young face contorted with the unbelievable sensation of his cock wrapped up in a juicy, boiling cunt.
Brenda clutched her son's ass, feeling the tight smallness of his asscheeks through the jeans. She felt his cock throb inside her cunt, and afraid he would come off too fast, she began to grind her crotch against him.
"Oooo, darling, darling!" she whimpered. "Pump it to me! Shove your cock in mother's cunt, Brad! Fuck me, baby! Ohhhh, God . . . fuck me!"
She hunched her hips up and down, her hairy cunt fucking on her son's cock until he caught her rhythm, then he began to fuck in and out. The friction of her son's cock against the clasp- ing lips of her cunt sent Brenda into an orgasm immediately. She screamed softly as her cunt exploded about his cock, sucking and gripping with liquid heat. She dug her lingers into the cheeks of his ass, feeling the roughness of his pants scrape her soft inner thighs. She didn't care; it felt good at this moment.
Brad's head rested on her cushiony tits. He gasped and panted as he fucked his cock in and out of his mother's cunt vigorously. Brenda clung to his bouncing ass, twisting her own beneath him. She kissed the top of his head, trying to dig her fingers into the cheeks of his ass to urge him to greater speed and deeper depths. His jeans were too tight for her to hold his ass the way she wanted, but she managed as best she could.
"You're so hard, Brad!" she gurgled as her orgasm faded away. "You're so very hard! I can feel it real deep in me, baby! I love a hard cock real deep in my pussy! Ooooo, fuck me, darling! Oh, fuck mother, baby! Mother's cunt needs that sweet, hard cock! Fuck me for a long, long time!"
Brad was much too excited to talk. All he could do was grunt and groan and ram his cock hard and fast in her pussy.
There was a sound of a car passing, but it was only a distant roar in Brenda's head. She tried to wrap her long legs about her son's hips, but the dashboard was in the way. She planted one foot on the floorboard, the other on the seat, her son between her legs, pounding up and down in a frenzy, fucking his cock into her cunt with wild abandon. The liquid sounds excited Brenda, and she didn't remember hearing those sounds when she had fucked before, with her early dates or her husband. But they seemed very loud now, and it added to her perverse ecstasy.
The words tumbled from her throat, the words she had suppressed for many, many years. She strained her fiery cunt powerfully upward, trying to give her son as much access to her pussy as she could in the cramped space.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" she bellowed insanely. "Fuck that cunt, baby! Fuck that hot pussy! Ooooo, what a hard cock you have, Brad! Your cock is so hard up mother's cunt, fucking me! Give it to me . . . pound my cunt, darling! Smash my hot fucking cunt!"
Brad's grunts became tighter and closer together. She could feel his prick throbbing powerfully deep inside her pussy. She felt as if her cunt could feel the ridges of his cock, the swollen cockhead. Each time he fucked into her, his cock crushed her inflamed clit, bringing squeals of rapture out of her tight throat.
"Ohhhh, you feel so good in me!" Brenda continued, hardly aware of what she was saying. "Sq hard and long and big! You have a big, wonderful cock, Brad! I love your prick, baby! Mother's cunt loves your big hard cock! Ahhhhh, fuck me hard, darling! Ohhhh, you'll make me come . . . again!"
The boiling sensation of another orgasm swirled about in the pit of her stomach, sending the ecstatic heat along her inner thighs. She squeezed her son between her legs, then flung them wide again. Her long clit was about to blow apart, and her tits felt hard as rocks, her nipples straining inside her bra and blouse. She closed her arms about her son's back, her fingers digging at his flesh through his shirt. She arched her head back, her neck tight. She squeezed her eyes to the brightness of the sun and the rapture of her runaway emotions. She arched her hips up, grinding her cunt lewdly onto her son's plunging cock.
"I'm going to come!" she screeched. "Ohhhh, Brad, Pm going to come!"
The rippling tightness of her convulsing cunt grabbed at Brad's cock, the hairy cuntlips squeezing and pulling, sucking on it. Brenda screamed again, louder this time. The orgasm took control of her, her body going stiff, with the impossible tremors shooting from her head to her toes. Her cunt kept sucking at her son's cock in a greedy, hot manner.
Suddenly, Brad's head shot up from her tits. His eyes were huge, bulging out. His mouth was open, and a loud, drawn-out wail came from him.
Brenda felt the increase in the throbs of his cock, and then the heat of his creamy come juice splashed the walls of her demanding cunt.
"Ohhhh, you're coming too!" she sobbed. "So sweet, Brad! Ohhhh, baby, I feel you coming! I can feel your cock squirt it to me!"
Brad fucked his cock into his mother's cunt, gushing time and again, the thick come juice roaring from his young balls up in the length of his hard cock, bursting out of his piss hole with force. He kept pushing and straining until he finished, then slumped on top of his mother, gasping for air.
Brenda cradled him between her thighs, stroking his back, running her hands under his shirt now to feel the flesh as he shook and panted deeply. She felt her cunt squeeze his cock, then felt him going soft inside her. She gurgled with pleasure, her cunt twitching as his cock slowly pulled from it.
Brad sat up, leaning against the passenger door.
Brenda remained spread out lewdly on the seat, the crotch of her panties caught on a puffy cuntlip. She felt very weak, and didn't want to move. Brad gazed between his mother's thighs, seeing her cunt, watching it glisten with wetness, the thick pussy hair along that revealed her cuntlip.
Slowly, Brenda shifted, shoving her legs under the wheel of the car.
She felt her cunt oozing come juice, and giggled.
Brad's eyes looked lazy, sleepy, but he smiled at her.
"I forgot to turn the car off," she said. Her eyes dropped to his cock. It rested out of his open fly, wet with the juices of her cunt. She giggled again, and patted his prick. "Did you enjoy it, Brad?"
"Golly, Mom, I sure did!"
"You wouldn't tell your father, would you?"
"Tell him?" he replied. "Mom, I don't wanna visit with him anymore. Not if you're gonna let me do this."
"I guess I should pull my skirt down, now," she said.
"Oh, don't do that, Mom!" he said quickly. "I wanna see."
Brenda felt a thrill ripple through her. Brad was nothing like his father at all. His father thought she was obscene if her dress was up. He hadn't really enjoyed looking at her, she felt, But her son ... he loved to look at her.
"I'll make a deal with you," she said, her voice low. "I'll leave my skirt up if you leave your pants open."
"Yeah!"
"With your cock out, of course," she grinned at him.
"Mom, you sure said a lot of things when we were . . . you know," Brad said.
"Tell me what I said."
Brad giggled childishly, but his. blush was going away. "You said cock and cunt and pussy and fuck and . . . you know."
Brenda poked her son playfully in the ribs "And you loved hearing me say them, didn't you?"
"Yeah!"
She looked up and down the highway. "This is a hell of a place to get fucked," she laughed. "Right on the side of the fucking road."
"Who the fuck cares?" Brad giggled.
"That's right-who the fuck cares?" she repeated. "I think I have to piss now." She opened the door and stepped out, walking around the car to the passenger side. "You won't look, will you, baby?"
"You watched me, Mom," he reminded her, his eyes glowing brightly.
Brenda slipped her skirt up her thighs, looking at her son from lowered lashes in pretended shyness.
"You might see my pussy," she said.
"I might," Brad laughed gleefully. "Go on, Mom. Take a piss ... let me see your pussy."
Brenda lifted her skirt to her hips, still watch-ing her son with her pretended shyness, a smile on her face.
"I better take my panties off," she said softly. "I don't want to piss in them."
"Sure, Mom," Brad said, leaning out the window with shining eyes. "Take your panties off. Show me your cunt!"
"Ahhhhh, you want to see Mother's cunt, do you? You're awfully naughty for a young boy. Do you know that?"
"Who the fuck cares?" Brad laughed.
Brenda laughed with him. "Sure, who the fuck cares? You want to see Mother's cunt, then you can see Mother's cunt!"
She stripped her panties off, flinging them to the side of the road. Again she checked to make sure no cars were coming, and squatted, facing her son. She opened her knees wide, watching his eyes bulge with pleasure at seeing her cunt. He could see the pink of her pussylips as the thick cunt hair parted, and then Brenda began to piss. The golden stream hissed from her pussy and splashed on the ground, making a puddle. She kept her eyes on her son's excited face as she pissed, her knees wide open.
The awe on her son's face gave her pleasure, His expression was enough to tell her he was very, very different than his father. Brad enjoyed this, loved to see her being lewd and obscene. Watching her son's burning eyes, she ran a hand along her inner thigh, toying with the strands of her cunt hair as she pissed. Sliding two fingers along her cunt, she opened the lips of her pussy wide, sending piss in a long strean over the ground.
Finished, she stood up, smoothing her skirt over her hips and legs, then she started around the car again.
"What about your panties?" Brad called.
"Who the fuck cares?" she called back at him, laughing with pleasure.
CHAPTER THREE
She had hardly gotten settled in the car when her son asked her to pull her skirt up again.
"You're a very naughty little boy, you know that?" she teased him, slipping her skirt up, lift-ing her ass and settling her naked asscheeks onto the seat. "And I love it because you are."
His cock was still out of his jeans and, to her delight, it was half hard again. Before she put the car in gear, she grasped his cock for a squeeze, then petted the cockhead.
"So beautiful," she whispered, looking longingly at his prick. "Sit closer to me, baby."
Brad scooted to the center of the seat, and Brenda placed his hand on her thigh. She pulled onto the road and settled to driving.
"You like fucking as much as I do, Mom?" Brad asked.
"Have you fucked often?"
She saw his cheeks blush.
"Only in my mind," he confessed. "I jack off a lot, though."
Brenda laughed, dropping her hand to his cock. She caressed it with her palm. "That's no fun," she said. "That is, jacking off alone. I know, because I use my fingers all the time, and it's not any fun at all."
She enjoyed the hot feel of his palm resting on her thigh, but he sat still, not moving it. She wanted him to stroke her thigh, feel it.
"Brad, do I have to always tell you what to do with me? For instance, you can rub my leg, feel my pussy . . . anything,"
"I can do anything, Mom?" he asked, excitement rising in his voice. "You mean it? I can touch your pussy and feel it and play with it?"
"You better," she said, squeezing his cock hard, glancing down to watch the cockhead bulge from her fist. "You don't think I'd stop you now, not after that fantastic fucking you just gave me, do you?"
"I hope not!"
Brad moved his hand up and down his mother's thigh, stroking the soft creamy flesh. His cock began to throb in her hand, and Brenda drove with her left hand and jacked on his prick affectionately. Her son drew his hand up between her thighs, and she lifted her ass a bit.
"Finger-fuck me," she hissed.
With a low groan, Brad pressed a finger into his mother's cunt, fucking it in and out. Brenda moaned with joy, twisting her ass on the seat for him, pumping oh his strong, rigid cock.
"I've got some pictures I'd like you to look at," she said.
"What kind of pictures, Mom?"
She shot a lewd grin at him. "They're pictures of men and women and they're all naked, fucking and . . . other things."
"Gosh, I know what kind!" Bratf said. "I found some at Dad's house. I had to jack off, but he caught me and took them away."
That surprised Brenda. Her ex-husband had accused her of being perverted with those pictures, and now he had his own collection.
"Tell me about them," she asked, feeling his finger fucking in and out of her cunt.
"Well, the women didn't have clothes on and you could see their tits and cunts and everything. The men, too. They all hard big hard-ons."
"I have pictures with them doing all kinds of things to each other," she said. "You'll like them better, I bet."
"Yeah!" Brad said, working two fingers into his mother's cunt. "You're awfully wet and hot here."
"Of course," she mewled softly. "And you're very hard."
They had driven about fifteen miles by now.
"Tell me what they're doing," Brad urged, his voice low.
"Well, they're fucking, of course," Brenda said. "In every position you can think about."
"Oh, Wow! I bet I could really jack off with them!"
"Bullshit!" Brenda said, squeezing his cock hard. "I won't let you waste a lovely hard-on jacking off."
The car weaved on the road as her excitement grew.
"I don't think I can wait much longer," she said.
"Wait for what, Mom?" "To fuck you again."
Brenda pulled the car to the side of the road once more, this time killing the engine.
She looked down at her son's cock, making the cockhead bulge up from her fist. She ran her tongue over her lips hungrily.
"Pull your pants down, baby," she whispered. "All the way down."
Brad eagerly opened his belt and shoved his jeans to his knees. His cock jutted up from a small tuft of dark hair, his balls lovely and hairless and looking very full again.
"Oh, God!" Brenda purred, cradling his balls in one hand and stroking his cock in the other. "I love them, Brad! I love your balls!"
"Fuck me, Mom!" he grunted- "I think I might come if you don't hurry!"
Brenda gurgled, stroking his prick, twisting his balls, enjoying feeling him. "You won't come yet, honey," she promised. "I won't let you come until your cock is in Mother's cunt."
He trembled as she fondled his balls and cock, watching her hands. Brenda twisted his cock about, pulling on it, lifting his balls and squeezing them tenderly, mewling softly as anticipation swelled inside her. Her cunt was pulsing hotly, seeping slippery pussy juices on the seat of the car. She lifted over him, straddling his body. The feel of his naked legs against the insides of her thighs was much better than the rough fabric of his jeans. She pressed her son's cock into the thick hair of her cunt, rubbing it about, watching his prick start to drip. She smeared the oozing juices on his piss hole about her pussy hair and on her lower stomach. She pulled her skirt to her waist, her dimpled belly button showing. She was shaking with eagerness.
"Kiss me, Brad," she whispered in a thick voice. "Kiss me!"
Her lips mashed against his, and her tongue flicked past his teeth, going deep into his throat. Brad grunted, and began to suck at his mother's twisting tongue. She felt his hands move up her sides, going to her tits, then stopping.
"Mmmmm, go ahead," she mewled against his mouth. "Touch my tits. Play with mother's tits, honey! I told you you can do anything with me." "Can I take them out, Mom?"
"Oh, yes!"
She leaned back, watching his fingers trying to open the buttons. He fumbled with nervousness.
"Here," she said, jerking her blouse out of her skirt and lifting it to her neck. She moved her hands to her back, unhooking her bra, not even caring if a passing car saw them.
"Oh, golly!" Brad gasped as he stared at his mother's tits. "They're so big, Mom!"
"Play with them," she whimpered. "Squeeze my tits and pull my nipples!"
She shoved a hand to his cock again, lifting her hips. She rubbed the head of his cock about her cunt, sliding it up and down the fiery slit. Then, holding her breath, she settled her cunt onto him. Brad grunted as his cock fucked into his mother's greedy cunt once more. Brenda made a hissing sound as she fucked downward.
"Suck my tits!" she groaned.
Brad grabbed one of his brother's firm nipples with his lips, drawing it deep into his mouth. She took his hands and shoved them behind her, placing his palms on her naked ass.
"Hold mother's ass, honey!" she sobbed. "Hold my ass, because I'm going to fuck you!"
She felt Brad dig into the cheeks of her hot ass, sucking frantically at her tit. She began to bounce up and down, fucking on her son's cock with ecstatic cries. Again the wet fucking sounds came to her, and she swung her hips to and fro, grinding as she twisted her cunt up and down her son's cock. She held his shoulder in one hand, the back of his head with the other, pulling his gasping mouth tightly onto her firm tit.
Brad sucked powerfully on the hard nipple, gripping his mother's smooth ass in his hands, his body almost stiff. Brenda gurgled and cooed with pleasure, fucking on her son's cock with wild thrusts of her hips. She enjoyed his stillness, the way he sat there with his cock standing up for her. She could do anything with him that she wanted, anything.
She squirmed her fiery cunt onto his cock, pulled his mouth off her tit, and leaned down. She kissed his moist mouth feverishly, running the tip of her tongue from one corner of his lips to the other. She wiggled and twisted her ass against him, feeling his young, precious balls touching between the hot cheeks of her ass. She felt the delicious way her hairy cunt lips crushed upon the base of his cock, the hardness throbbing deep inside the gripping heat of her wet cunt.
Pulling his mouth back to her tits, she rubbed them into his face, whimpering softly. "Ohhhh, baby, suck those hot tits! Suck Mother's hot titties!" She fucked her pussy back and forth on his cock. "Suck my tits and fuck my cunt, Brad! Ahhhhh, sweet, sweet baby!"
"Mom! Oh, Mom!" Brad groaned into her naked tits. "It's so good, Mom! You're so hot and wet and I'm so hard! Fuck my cock, Mom!
Fuck me!"
"Yes, darling!" she sobbed, fucking up and down again. "Mother will fuck your cock! Oh, Mother will fuck your beautiful hard cock! Mother loves your hard prick . . . loves that hard cock up my juicy cunt!"
Brad's fingers clung to the gyrating cheeks of his mother's ass, his fingers digging hard. He gasped and grunted with the almost-violent pounding of his mother's insatiable cunt on his burning cock. He moved from tit to tit, his tongue licking eagerly, lips pulling at her long nipples. Brenda clung teller son, eyes closed, crying softly with the insane rapture. Her cunt stretched tightly, her clit intensely inflamed. She flung her arms about his head and neck, smothering his face between her flawless tits. She jerked her hips to and fro, pumping wildly. The fucking of her son's cock into her cunt created such a devouring hunger within her, Brenda didn't want to let him go, ever.
Her pussy twitched and clutched at her son's cock, gripping it with powerful muscles each time she lifted. There were things happening to the muscles of her cunt that overwhelmed her, thrilled her. Her hairy cunt seemed to expand as she drove it downward, making an easy entrance for her son's cock, only to clutch greedily with her cunt as she started lifting upward. Her cunt was so tight, she felt the exciting throbs and ridges and grooves of her son's young cock.
Time and again she stabbed herself in the cunt with her son's cock, her mind spinning, and she cried out as orgasms began rumbling through her. The convulsions of her cunt began with soft, rippling waves of delicious heat, but grew with intensity until it felt as if her cunt were on fire, being seared by an unseen heat.
She had the wild thought that, with the speed she was fucking up and down on her son's cock, there were certain to be some painful blisters on the lips of her pussy by the time it was over. But the threat of blisters on her tender pussy failed to slow her down. She was clutched in the mindless sensations of agonizing rapture, unable to stop the jerking pounding of her pussy. She was sobbing noisily, gasping in a tight voice as her cunt kept compressing on his extremely hard cock. Her pussy was having seizures, crimping the base of her son's cock as she jerked it upward. Her cunt pulled on Brad's prick as if it were a tight fist.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby!" she moaned. "I'm coming so fucking hard! My cunt is coming so fucking hard! I want to come forever, Brad!
Ahhhhh, darling, your cock is making my cunt come and come and come! So good ... so fucking good!"
Brad gritted his teeth, his mother's hot tits surrounding his young face. He clung to his mother's ass with tight fingers, his balls swelling up, becoming hard. Each downward swing of his mother's hot ass brushed his balls, his cock buried into the steaming depths of her starving cunt.
The series of orgasms going through Brenda caused her to screech loudly, her head against the top of the car, her hair tumbling about her face. She now gripped her son's shoulders, her fingernails digging into his flesh. Her hips jerked and jumped as she fucked up and down in a frenzy of wanton ecstasy, riding her son's cock without thought, guided by the tormenting ecstasy only. Never had she come so often, so much, so tightly, so hotly. "Give it to me!" Brenda shrieked as if she were in a pain. "Don't hold it back! Give it to me, baby! My cunt wants it. . . needs it!
Shoot, Brad, shoot! Come up my fucking cunt!
Drown Mother's fucking cunt in your sweet, hot .
come juice! Do it now! Please, please . . . give me your come juice!" Brad grunted, his cock aching, balls swollen.
"Now!" Brenda screamed urgently.
Brad let out a yelp.
Brenda's body shook as her son came, squirting the powerful juices of his balls into her cunt. His fingers dug into her shivering ass when Brenda crushed her cunt down hard on his jizz-gushing cock. The rapid squirts seared the lining of her wet pussy. The wild, seizure-like spasms kept going through her pussy time and again. They had become unbearable to Brenda. She cried noisily and leaned her head weakly on her son's shoulder, her cunt so tight Brad's cock was in danger of being strangled.
After a long time, Brenda lifted her head. Her eyes were wet with tears, shining. She smiled with happiness at her son, his cock now soft inside her pussy.
"I don't believe it, darling," she whispered with tiredness. "I just don't believe it."
"Believe what, Mom?"
"The way I came, Brad." She sucked in air, her body shuddering, causing her tight, shapely tits to jiggle. "I came very hard. I've never come so hard in my life, baby, and it didn't seem to want to stop."
Brad giggled, cupping his mother's naked tits and playing with them.
Brenda wiggled her crotch, a girlish giggle coming from her.
"Want some more pussy?" she asked, half teasing. "I think I can find one more fuck between my legs if you're interested."
Brad grinned, delighted in his mother's walk, her words. But like her, he was tired, very tired. His cock was tingling and soft, soaking inside her wonderful wet cpit.
With a soft squeal, Brenda smashed her mouth to her son's, kissing him wetly. Then she slipped from his lap. His cock and balls were wet, with wetness surrounding the small tuft of wiry hair at the base. Sitting beneath the wheel, she slumped with her head on the backrest. The sun felt hot on her naked tits, and she glanced about the countryside. She pulled her blouse over her tits and gave her son a huge grin. Her skirt was tangled about her waist, her cunt still revealed.
Brad stared between his mother's thighs, his young eyes big and round, filled with awe.
Brenda slipped a hand to her cunt, caressing it gently, feeling slightly raw. "I bet you didn't know something like this could give you such a good feeling, did you, Brad?"
He shook his head. "It's better than my fist, Mom, that's for sure."
Carefully, Brenda peeled the lips of her pussy open. The pink cunt flesh sparkled as the sun burned onto it. Brad gazed raptly as his mother opened and closed her hairy cunt, her hips shivering.
"Mother's cunt can always make that cock feel better than your fist, honey," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "This wet pussy of mine is better for your cock than your fist, Brad. Jacking off can be an awful lot of fun, but so lonely."
"Yeah, I know," he agreed, placing a hand on her thigh and leaning over to gaze at her pussy as she opened and closed the cuntlips.
"It can be fun, though, if you have a girl with you, both of you doing it," she said softly. "It's fun to watch each other."
"I don't know if I could stand it, Mom," he grinned.
"I don't think I could, either," she agreed.
"I'd have to fuck you," Brad replied, catching the scent of his mother's thoroughly fucked cunt, and inhaling excitedly.
"I'd let you," she said, then she sat up straight. "Oh, look at the time. All this fucking has made me hungry, and it's past lunch time."
Brad started to pull his pants up, but Brenda placed her hand on his, then leaned down.
"Hey, Mom, what are you doing?" Brenda didn't answer. She pressed her lips to his wet cock, kissing it. The head of his prick assaulted her nostrils, the scent of their fucking lingering o". it. She couldn't resist, and darted the tip of her tongue out to lick at his prick. She swirled her tongue about, crossing the sensitive opening of his piss hole, then gave his sweet balls a flick of her tongue.
"There," she said, sitting up. "Now let's find lunch."
CHAPTER FOUR
The small cafe was empty.
The little old lady who prepared the hamburgers and French-fries had gone off into the back, banging pans around out of sight.
They sat in a corner at a small table, munching their food. Bfenda's knees rubbed against Brad's. They sipped at icy soft drinks, washing the surprisingly delicious hamburgers down.
Brad finished his lunch, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. He leaned back and finished off his soft drink. One of his knees slipped between hers, and Brenda squeezed it between her thighs. Glancing toward the rear of the small cafe, she slipped her foot out of a sandal, then worked it between her son's legs. His eyes turned bright when he felt his mother's bare foot sliding towardhds crotch. He slumped a bit more, grinning at her.
Brenda rubbed at his crotch with her toes, feeling his balls and cock through his jeans. She rubbed with her sole, feeling his prick starting to harden. She giggled softly, pressuring her foot at his cock and balls. Brad shoved a hand down under the table and caught her ankle, lifting her foot to his crotch.
"Mmmmm, I feel something there," she whispered, darting another glance at the back of the cafe. "I wonder what it could be?"
"Keep rubbing and pushing, Mom," he grinned. "You'll find out soon enough."
"You wouldn't come, would you?"
"Keep it up and you'll see."
Brenda rubbed her foot up and down, feeling his cock starting to harden against the bottom of her foot.
"Want to come this way?" she asked, her voice low and whispery.
"Here?" Brad asked, looking about quickly.
"Right here, Mom?"
She pulled her foot away. "No, I'd rather you came someplace else."
Brad leaned forward. "Where? In your cunt?"
Brenda stuck her tongue out at her son, but her eyes were twinkling with a hot desire. She stood and walked to the cash register, tapping the tiny bell for the old woman to collect her money.
They left the cafe and went out into the heat of the early afternoon. While her son climbed into the car, Brenda opened the trunk and then her suitcase. She pulled the small packet of pictures out, locked things up again, and climbed beneath the wheel. She handed her son the packet.
"The pictures," she said. "Some of them, anyway."
She saw her son's young face start to glow as he pulled the dozen or so prints from the packet. They were not contact prints, but larger. They were in full color, with every detail showing clearly.
"You can look at all that naked cunt while I drive," she said, pulling onto the highway.
"You forgot to pull your skirt up, Mom," Brad said.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd notice me with those pictures now," she teased, pulling her skirt up, lifting her ass and bouncing it around her waist. The sun glinted on the thick curls of her cunt.
Brad flipped through the pictures quickly, then went back and studied each one longer. Brenda glanced at him, watching his reaction, pleased with the excitement on his face. He was looking at one with a woman on her hands and knees, with a man kneeling behind her, his cock halfway inside her pooching cunt. Both the man and woman were grinning lewdly.
"I wanna fuck you like that, Mom," Brad said.
"I'm willing," she replied.
"This way, too."
She glanced over. It was a woman and man standing, with the man holding one of the woman's legs high. The man, too, was standing, with his cock up the woman's cunt.
"That could be difficult," she said, "but we'll try it."
Then he looked for a long time at another picture.
The woman was on her back, one leg high in the air, the other bent and tossed wide. A man had his tongue licking at the woman's clit. Brad stared and stared at it, and Brenda waited breathless.
"You don't think the woman is pissing, do you, Mom?"
"No, honey," she replied. "He's licking her cunt. She isn't taking a piss."
A shiver seemed to go through her son, and Brenda wondered if that picture disgusted him. She didn't want her son to be disgusted, but to be so excited he would want to do everything to her the pictures showed.
Then he was quiet.
Brenda saw the picture he was staring at.
It was of a woman sitting on her heels, with a man standing in front of her. The woman had half the man's hard cock in her mouth, her face turned toward the camera, eyes twinkling. The woman was quite pretty, with a lovely pair of pointed tits. She was cupping one tit in a hand, her other hand holding the man's hairy balls.
"You like that one, huh?" she asked.
"You did that to me, Mom," he said.
"No, that was just a kiss, baby," she replied. "And a quick kiss at that."
Brad placed the pictures back into the packet and shoved them onto the dashboard. He turned toward his mother, leaning against his door and dragging one knee into the seat. He looked at her long thighs, the way the sun glinted on the thick curls of her cunt. He opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Brenda turned and watched him move his fist up and down his prick. His cock was hard now, very hard. His piss hole was wet with seeping juices, and she felt her cunt twitch.
"Are you a cock-sucker, Mom?" Brad asked, as if bashful suddenly.
"Why would you ask me that, baby?"
"Are you?" Brad insisted, pulling upward on his cock, the cockhead bulging very smoothly, his piss hole opening wide. "Have you sucked Dad's cock, or any cock? Are you a cock-sucker, Mom?"
"Why do you want to know?" she asked, licking her. lips, feeling her mouth turn watery, her throat making a soft gulping sound. "Would it matter to you if I was ... if I wasn't a cock-sucker?"
Brad opened his belt and shoved his pants down to his knees. Brenda felt her hands trembling on the wheel. She turned and looked at her son, seeing his cock and balls fully exposed. She had been fucking that cock all morning long, and yet she wasn't satisfied. She could see his cock, and her cunt would start to burn with need. And it was burning again right now.
"I can't drive if you're going to sit there with your cock and balls hanging out," she said in a husky voice. "I can't drive and look at them at the same time."
"Who told you to drive, Mom?" he asked, grinning as he curled his fingers about his balls, squeezing them.
"We have to get home, don't we?"
"Who the fuck cares?" he giggled.
"Right! Who the fuck cares?" Brenda let the car drift once again to the shoulder of the highway.
Turning the engine off, she set the brake. She sat and watched her son play with his cock and balls. She drew a foot onto the seat, leaning against her door. She parted her legs beneath the steering wheel and began to rub at her cunt, agitating her swelling clit. Sliding one hand behind her thigh, she poked a finger into her cunt, making soft sounds of pleasure, her eyes blazing at his cock and balls. Brad pumped slowly on his prick with one fist, watching what his mother was doing with her fingers.
"See what I mean about jacking off with a girl, baby?" Brenda whispered, fucking a finger in and out of her cunt, her other hand rubbing and swirling about her distended clit. "It's a lot more fun to jack off when you have a girl doing it with you, isn't it?"
"I'm not gonna jack off, Mom," he said.
"What do you call that, then?"
"I'm waiting to see if you're a cock-sucker."
"Ooooo, how you talk to your mother!" Brenda gasped as a thrill shot through her flesh. "You shouldn't talk to me that way, you know."
"Who the fuck cares?"
Brenda stared hotly at her son's cock, her eyes slightly unfocused with growing passion. She licked her lips, swallowing noisily as the head of his cock swelled when he squeezed his prick, his piss hole opening wetly.
"Answer my question, Brad," she said.
"What question?"
"Would you care if I was a cock-sucker?"
Brad nodded his head. "Yes, I'd care," he replied.
Brenda felt a sinking sensation in her chest. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. She was disappointed, because the urge to take her son's cock into her mouth and suck it was very, very strong.
"I'd care because you haven't sucked my cock, Mom," he said, grinning widely. "If you're a cock-sucker, why haven't you sucked my cock, Mom?"
Relief flooded Brenda. "You worried me," she said. "I thought you didn't want that."
Brad lifted his hips as best he could in the tight confines of the front seat. His cock lifted high, his fingers tight at the base to make his prick strain up in enticing hardness.
"Are you offering that thing to me?" she asked, her voice hoarse, eyes shining.
"I wanna feel you suck my cock, Mom."
"Baby," Brenda whispered, taking her finger out of her cunt and leaning forward."I thought you'd never ask me."
She drew her knees onto the seat, arching her ass upward, leaning over her son's crotch. She swallowed a few times, gazing in hunger at the strong prick and hairless balls. She felt anticipation swelling inside her slender body, her cunt juicy.
"Suck it, Mom!" Brad groaned, lifting his hips as high as he could.
The head of his cock poked Brenda's chin, leaving a burning wet spot there. She slipped her hands along his thighs, underneath his body. She closed her fingers into the small tightness of his ass, clutching the ass cheeks. She whimpered softly, sliding her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, feeling the heat of it burn at her mouth. She used the tip of her tongue to taste his prick, all the way to the base. With a throaty squeal, she kissed his hairless balls and darted her tongue against them, lapping wetly. She lifted her son's balls on her tongue, swirling them against her lips. She closed her eyes and felt the erotic heat of his cock and balls move about her face. With the flat surface of her wet tongue, Brenda licked up the cockshaft again, to the cockhead. She swirled her tongue about his fucker, tasting the delicious smoothness of it. With another soft cry of delight, she licked at his piss hole, tasting the seeping liquids with joy.
"Ohhhh, wow, Mom!" Brad grunted, watching her tongue twist about the head of his cock. "That feels good! Almost as good as your cunt!" .
"Mmmmmm, I know it does, honey," she purred, looking up at him. "But wait until you feel it in my mouth. You'll love that."
"Put it in your mouth, Mom!" Brad gasped. "Put my cock in your mouth!"
"Ooooo, I will!" she gurgled. "I'll put it in my mouth and suck it and suck it! Baby! Brad ... I want to suck your cock so much!"
Brenda felt the sun burning on her uplifted ass. She drew her skirt over it, to her waist. Brad gazed past his mother's head, seeing the rounded, creamy asscheeks swaying almost at the level of his car window.
Brenda made a soft sob, and pulled the head of her son's cock between her lips. She held the swollen cockhead there for a while, savoring the taste of his prick, her tongue working about his piss hole. She moaned deep in her throat, and sank her mouth downward. She went to the base of his prick, her lips tight. The head of her son's cock brushed the back of her throat, and she almost came then and there.
Brad made choking sounds, twisting his hips as he stared with big, awed eyes down at his mother. The wet heat of her mouth caused his cock to throb. He watched her lips writhe on the base, felt her tongue pressing his cock to the roof of her mouth.
"Oh, Mom!" he gurgled. "Your mouth is so hot and wet! It's different than your cunt, though."
Brenda's eyes flashed into his eyes, and she sucked on his cock, her lips as tight as she could make them, her tongue pressing it to the roof of her mouth. She sucked from his cock, making a wet sound. She nuzzled the hardness against her cheek.
"Different than my cunt," she whispered. "But you love my mouth, don't you? You like feeling me suck on your cock, don't you, Brad?"
He nodded his head, unable to speak because of his excitement.
"You just relax," she said, licking at his prick. "Relax and I'll suck your cock so good, you'll want more and more of it."
"But you might make me come, Mom!"
"Brad, baby ... I wouldn't suck a cock if I didn't want it to come," she said.
She closed her mouth about his cock again, and bounced her face up and down. She kept her eyes on his face, watching his expression as she sucked with a greedy hunger. She pushed her lips to the base, then moved up and held the swollen cockhead between them, her tongue licking. Brad groaned and twisted beneath her face, feeling as if his mother were trying to suck his balls up through his prick. His asshole puckered with the exquisite sensations she made with her lips and tongue on his cock.
"Mmmmm," Brenda sobbed hungrily, twisting her head as she sucked up and down his cock, in a screwing motion. "Mmmmmm!"
"Oh, Mom! You're gonna pull my cock off!" he gasped in ecstasy. "It feels like your gonna suck my cock down your throat! Golly, this sure is different than fucking you!"
Brenda's glittering eyes flashed her agreement to him. She sucked strongly, gliding her wet lips up and down his throbbing cock with obvious relish, her tongue swirling in a constant motion. The heat of her son's cock between her lips was delicious, thrilling her as much as it had when he first fucked it into her cunt. The taste and feel of a hard cock in her mouth usually excited her, created a wonderful feeling in her cunt. But the feel and taste of her son's cock was better than any other she had sucked.
Feeling his cock jerking in her mouth, his balls so hot at her chin, Brenda dug her hands into the cheeks of his ass, her fingers in the asscrack. She lifted him up, ramming her face down. She stuffed her mouth with his hard cock and began to suck in a frenzy, her naked ass swaying near the window of the car. Her cunt was throbbing, and she felt the hot pussy juices running along her inner thighs. She wanted to grab her cunt and violate it with her fingers brutally, but her son's cock was throbbing powerfully, telling her he was about to come. She clutched his ass and devoured his cock with a greed unlike any she had exhibited before while sucking on a cock. She wanted to pull her son's cock down her throat, feel it become a part of her.
"Mom!" Brad wailed, squirming his hips frantically. He was clinging the car seat with desperation. "You're gonna make me come, | Mom! I can't stop it! I'm about to come and
I don't wanna stop it!"
Brenda sucked hungrily, waiting and wanting the thick gush of her son's creamy come juice boiling into her mouth, down her throat. She made wet sounds now as she pumped her mouth up and down, fucking his cock in a way she never could with her cunt.
Brad shoved a hand beneath his mother's chin, clutching his swollen balls. He pressed his balls against her chin as they boiled with the almost painful need to empty. He shot his hips | upward, as if trying to ram his cock down her throat.
"I'm gonna come, Mom!" he yelled excitedly. "I'm gonna come, and I'm gonna come now!"
Brenda felt his cock jerk, and then she sobbed is a hot squirt of come juice splashed at the back of her throat. The burning sweetness of his jism sent her mind spinning with erotic rapture. She gulped the come juice down, and felt another gush spray across her tongue. She almost came is she tasted the creamy juices of his young balls spurting into her mouth. She ran her lips up and down as her son came, her throat working. Her eyes were closed now in rapture, and her fingers dug into his tightening asscheeks.
She drained her son's balls, sucking every ounce of come juice out of them. She came in mild contractions, her orgasms sweet and delicious. She clung to his cock, her tongue swirling about the piss hole to make sure she had all the jims her son could give.
Then she lifted her face and looked into his blissful eyes.
"I'd say you love blow-jobs, baby," she said in a low voice.
"Gosh, Mom," he gasped. "I didn't know getting sucked off could feel like that! I bet I came an awful lot."
"You did," Brenda replied, licking her lips. "You almost choked me-it was that much."
She sat up, running her fingers across her slightly bruised lips, she had sucked her son's| cock a bit too violently, she thought. Her lips did feel slightly bruised, but they tingled sweetly, and the taste of his come juice lingering in herj mouth was delicious.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You like it when a cock comes in your mouth, Mom?" Brad asked.
She flashed a grin at him. "I love it, baby. That's the best part of sucking a cock ... getting a mouthful of come juice."
It was a he, but an innocent lie, she felt. Actually, she loved sucking on the hardness just as much. She received a great deal of pleasure either way. She recalled an incident when she was a bit older than her son. She had been with a date, some boy she could barely remember now. She had been jacking him off in some drive-in theater, with her face down close to his crotch, watching his cock. The boy had come unexpectedly into her face. Without even thinking about it, she had opened her mouth and caught most of his spraying jizz in it, and she came with amazing force.
That had been her first time to taste come juice, or a cock. Half an hour later, she had taken the boy's cock into her mouth and found sucking a hard-on equally as good as letting him come in her mouth.
They rode in silence for a while.
Brad was sitting there fondling his cock and balls idly, considering what they had done on this single day of the trip home.
"Mom," he said after a long time, "do you love me?"
"Baby, I love you very much," she answered. "That goes without saying, doesn't it?"
"I guess it does," he replied. "I just wondered, that's all."
"Something is bothering you, isn't it, darling?"
"Well ..."
"Listen, honey," she said when he didn't gc on. "Let's stop for the night. We can check into a motel and get some sleep. I don't want to drive through the night. We can have a nice talk then if you want to."
They were about ten miles from a good-sized town, and Brenda adjusted her skirt, buttoning her blouse with one hand. "You better pull your pants up before we get into town," she suggested. "You want to turn all the girls on or something?"
Brad laughed, pulling his jeans up.
"Just you, Mom," he said. "I only wanna turn you on."
"Come here and kiss me," she said.
Brad scooted close, and Brenda took her eyes off the road long enough for their lips to meet. Brad thrust his tongue into his mother's mouth, making her whimper softly.
They found a clean motel near the far side of town, and Brenda checked them into a large, comfortable room. Brad carried in the two suitcases, then went back to the car and brought in the packet of pictures. Locking the door, Brenda began to remove her skirt and blouse. Her bra was under the front seat of the car, and her panties along the highway someplace far behind them.
Brad sat on the single huge bed, watching his mother.
Brenda stripped in a manner to tease and delight her son, exposing her luscious body inch by inch. When she stood nakedly, she struck a pin-up pose and grinned lewdly.
"What you see is what you get, big boy," she murmured sexily.
"I'll take it all," Brad grinned back at her.
Brenda turned her back to her son, wiggling her ass. "I'm going to take a nice long hot bath," she said. "You can wash my back if you want. Come to think of it, you can wash my tits and cunt and ass, too."
Brad laughed. "Fuck you, Mom," he said teasingly as he started pulling his clothing off.
"Ohhhhh!" Brenda squealed, jutting her rounded ass toward her son as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom. "Please do fuck me!"
With a giggle, she ran the unusually large tub full of hot water. She was stepping into it when her son entered. She roamed her eyes over his naked body, seeing him for the first time fully naked. She loved what she saw, and her eyes lingered on his cock and balls. The small patch of wiry hair at the base of his .cock showed promise of being thick and lush as he became older. There was no doubt in her mind that her son would have huge balls, very large balls loaded with that substance she loved-come juice.
"Surely you aren't going to get into the tub with me, are you?" she asked, her eyes dancing with pleasure.
"Why not, Mom?"
"But, baby," she said, "if you get in here, that cock might find my cunt and you know what would happen then, don't you?"
"Somebody would get fucked, that's what would happen, Mom!" he laughed, stepping over the rim of the tub.
"Mmmm, is that a promise?" she whispered, leaning forward and kissing the head of his dangling cock. "If it isn't, you can get out right now."
Brad climbed in, sitting down and facing his mother. The water sloshed over the rim onto the floor. Brenda leaned back, finding the tub big enough for them both. She searched beneath the water for his cock with her toes, and playfully rubbed it.
"I think I feel something getting hard," she whispered, her eyes glittering.
Brad poked between his mother's thighs with his foot, his toes going right to her cunt. Brenda let out a soft squeal, grabbing his ankle. She held his toes to her pussy, and when Brad wiggled them, she squealed again.
"Your toe is up my cunt," she said. "Are you going to fuck me with your toe, darling?"
"I'd fuck you with anything, Mom," he replied, pushing his toe in and out of her puss].
"I'd let you fuck me with anything, too," she replied, feeling her cunt gripping at his toe. She couldn't get enough of it inside her, though. She drew his foot up, pressing his sole against her cunt and rubbing it up and down, smashing her clit deliciously. "But I'd rather be fucked with this cock or ... "
"Or what, Mom?"
"Brad, would you like to kiss my cunt?"
His eyes came open. "Golly!"
She felt his prick throbbing against her foot. She lifted her hips under the water, pressing her pussy onto his sole, squirming there, her clit inflamed with passion. "Wouldn't you like to feel my soft, hot cunt in your face, baby? Mother's pussy is soft and hot and wet and furry. My cunt loves, to be kissed, licked. Suck mother's cunt, darling! Lick it with your tongue and see how sweet and tasty it is."
"Gosh, Mom!" Brad grunted, his eyes huge. "Like in the picture, huh?"
She nodded, her eyes smoldering.
She pulled her feet back, bending her knees and lifting her hips until her cunt came above the water. Brad stared into his mother's pussy, gazing at the pink cuntlips, the way her clit strained upward, the soft hair that surrounded it. The cunt hair was very thick, growing out toward Brenda's hip bones, with a very faint line up toward her belly button. With her cunt above the water, Brenda framed it with her hands. Brad stared, seeing his mother's cunt throb, the cheeks of her ass clenching tightly.
"Kiss it," Brenda urged in a hot voice. "Kiss mother's cunt, darling. See how soft and hot and wet it is. You'll like the way mother's pussy feels in your face, Brad."
Brad leaned forward, his eyes glowing.
Brenda waited, breathless, for the first contact of her son's mouth on her cunt. This was something her ex-husband had refused to do, and she loved to have her cunt licked. She loved to have her cunt licked and tongue-fucked as much as she loved a cock inside it.
"Kiss mother's cunt," she whispered again. "Kiss my wet, hairy cunt, baby."
Brad could feel the heat of his mother's pussy when his face was about five inches away. Brenda moved her thighs together, caressing his cheeks with them, feeling her inner thigh flesh tingling with the contact.
She sucked in a loud hiss of air when Brad placed his mouth on her cunt, kissing it gingerly.
"Ooooo, yes, baby!"
She stretched her pussy wide open, and Brad pressed his mouth into it. Brenda wiggled, cooing as she watched him with slitted eyes.
Brad kissed her cunt again, pursing his lips. He made a wet sound with an exaggerated kiss. He drew his face back a few inches, and grinned up at his mother.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Gosh, Mom," he grunted. "It feels soft and hot and wet-just like you said it would!"
"Want to lick it now? Want to taste mother's cunt, lick at the juice of my pussy?"
"Yeah!" Brad gurgled, and he pressed his face into her cunt again, this time with his mouth open.
His tongue darted out, and Brenda gasped with delight as she felt it penetrate the steamy lips of her cunt.
"Ooooo, baby!" Brenda gurgled, wiggling her hips, smashing her cunt into her son's mouth. "Oh, God, darling! That's wonderful! Fuck me with your tongue, Brad! Ahhhh, shove your tongue deep, real deep in my cunt!"
Brad seemed to have trouble deciding what to do with his hands. He moved them up and down his mother's sleek thighs, over her twisting hips. When he finally shoved them under the water and cupped the tight cheeks of her ass, Brenda squealed.
"Oh, yes! Grab my ass that way, Brad! Grab mother's hot ass and squeeze hard! Fuck me with your tongue and squeeze my ass!"
Her own hands were clutching her swollen tits, her fingers digging brutally at the tender tit mounds. She pulled and twisted her nipples, hissing with excitement as she watched her son's -face buried into her juicy cunt. His young face was almost concealed by the thick bush of her cunt hair, with only his eyes shining up at her. His tongue stabbed eagerly, fucking into his mother's cunt in short, fast thrusts. His lips were open wide, pressing about the puffy lips of her pussy. He sucked at them, tasting the hot cunt juices. He didn't know exactly how to suck his mother's cunt, but his enthusiasm gave Brenda more excitement than if he had been an expert cunt-sucker.
Somehow he located her clit and began to suck on it, taking it as deep into his mouth as he could, his tongue twisting about the sensitive tip. Brenda began to sob with joy, twisting her ass swiftly, causing the water to splash over the rim and drench the floor. She didn't care, and her son was much to busy to even notice. He held her ass tightly as he mouthed her cunt, his tongue swirling and dipping, his lips sucking. Time and again he fucked his tongue up his mother's cunt, twisting it inside the cuntlips and then rushing to suck on her clit. Brenda's smooth, flat stomach rippled with rapture. She squealed and cried out, clawing at her swollen tits with abandon. She jerked her hips up and down, banging her cunt into her son's face hard and wetly.
"Suck it, suck it!" she gurgled. "Suck my cunt, Brad! Ahhhh, baby, tongue-fuck Mother's cunt! Eat my pussy . . . ooooo, wonderful, baby! Eat my hot, hairy pussy!"
Brenda groaned and strained her cunt into Brad's face, grinding with wanton delight. She loved the way he clung to her shaking ass, the way his tongue went from her clit to delve into her fleshy cunt. He shoved a hand down under the water and pressed the fingers of one hand into the hot crack of her ass. He moved his fingers until she felt one of them against her burning asshole.
Brenda's eyes opened in unfocused surprise.
The only person ever to touch her asshole was herself, and she had never touched it this way. She felt a tingle in her asshole, and the ass ring puckered up tightly. She cried out with the strange sensation of it.
"Suck hard!" she yelped. "Suck my cunt hard, Brad!"
She pushed at her son's finger, grinding her cunt into his face. She made hissing sounds as the pressure on her asshole increased. She found it odd that the pressure there seemed to give her a greater sensation of ecstasy at the same time his tongue was probing the watery heat of her cunt.
Her pussy was fiery and wet, and she felt herself burning toward an orgasm. She slammed her hips up and down, smashing her son's sucking mouth with her hairy cunt, and without thinking what she was doing, she used her own hand to press the tip of her son's finger into her asshole.
"Ooooo, shit, shit!' she screamed.
Her cunt convulsed as she came.
The contractions of her cunt against her son's face were so strong, she came very close to fainting. She could feel his fingertip inside the gripping ring of her asshole, and feel his mouth sucking at her cunt and his tongue flying up and down the pussy slit at the same time. There was more ecstasy flooding her shaking body than she had ever thought pssible.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she shrieked, her head thrown back and her neck taut. Every part of her body strained with the fury of her amazing orgasm. "Ohhhhh, fuck! Fuck! What an orgasm! Suck hard, Brad! Oooo, I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Brenda arched in the tub, straining wildly into her son's face, grinding frantically as she came. She shoved more of his finger up her ass, screaming now with the mindless ecstasy.
Brad kept his mouth glued to his mother's cunt, his tongue whipping and slashing instinctively. The hot juices flowed from her pussy into his mouth, and he found it necessary to swallow. He lashed his tongue up and down the gripping slit of his mother's cunt, from the very bottom to her knotted, bursting clit. Brenda thought she was going insane with ecstasy.
"No more!" Brenda cried. "Please, Brad! No more! Stop, darling! Move your mouth! I can't stand anymore!"
Brad lifted his face, taking a final swipe at his mother's cunt.
Brenda gasped with the sensitive feeling of her clit, her hips jerking spastically. She lowered herself into the water, unable to focus her eyes for a few moments. She shuddered, feeling the sweetness move from her toes to the top of her head.
"Oh, you sucked the piss out of me, baby!" she groaned, finally seeing his grinning face clearly. Pussy juice smeared him from chin to nose, from cheek to cheek.
"I hope not," he replied, giggling. "I wouldn't have known if I did, Mom."
Brenda giggled, reaching for his cock under the water.
She found his prick very hard.
"Oooooo, look what I found," she gurgled, squeezing his cock in one hand, his balls in the other. "What do you suppose we can do with this, Brad?"
"I can think of a number of things, Mom," he replied.
"I just bet you can," Brenda purred, stroking his cock. "Name a few."
"Well, let's see." Brad pretended to consider it. "I could jack off, or maybe let you jack me off. Then again, I could fuck you, or if you want, you can suck me off."
She giggled. "You sound like you're having a hard time coining to a decision, baby."
"I know, Mom," he grinned. "That's the way it is with us kids. We can't make up our minds what we want to do."
"I'm sure you know what you want to do,"
she whispered huskily. "With this hard-on, at least."
"I'll let you decide for me, Mom." "How about like in the picture?" she suggested. "From behind?"
Brad laughed, a lewd sound in his young voice. "Let me at that ass!"
CHAPTER SIX
Brenda turned in the tub until she was on her hands and knees. Water sloshed over the rim and the floor was flooded by now.
She shook her rounded ass teasingly at her son, who was on his knees behind her. Brad gazed at the way his mother's cunt pooched from her thighs, almost like the woman's in the picture. He could see the way his mother's ass-cheeks parted in this position, the pucker of her crinkling asshole. He giggled, and poked her in the ass with his thumb.
"Owww, you fuck-face!" she squealed, laughing.
"Don't call me names, you fucking cock-sucker!" Brad giggled with naughty delight. "You're gonna get it now, Mom."
"Ohhh, what am I going to get?"
"This!" he yelled.
And he rammed his cock up her cunt swiftly.
"Ohhh, please!" Brenda gurgled, feeling the hard fuck-thrust go deep into her pussy, aU the way to the base of his cock. "Give that to me all you want, as deep as you want, as hard as you want!"
Brad grabbed his mother's hips, his fingers clutching at the flesh. He jerked her backwards, staring down at the way his cock disappeared into the wet heat of her cunt. He began to fuck his cock in and out with swift lunges, making his mother grunt from the force. His movements sent more water over the tub, but they didn't pay any attention to that.
"Hard!" Brenda screeched.
Brad grunted as he banged into his mother's cunt. His balls swung back and forth, his eyes glittering down with excitement, watching her asscheeks smack at his lower stomach. The tight hole of his mother's cunt drew on his cock, puU-ing at it. He moved a hand over her lower back,
then trailed a fingertip toward her asshole.
Brenda felt his finger, and she shivered as he fucked his cock back and forth, crushing the Ups of her greedy cunt, his balls beating upon her inflamed cUt. She had thought her cUt would be much too sensitive to touch after that powerful orgasm, but it felt good instead.
"Fuck me!" she waUed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ahhhh, baby, feed mother's cunt. Mother's cunt wants that hard cock! Mother's cunt needs that hard cock! Ram it to me . . . stab my hot fucking pussy! Rip my cunt open, baby! Rip my hot cunt apart with your sweet, hard cock!"
"Mom, you're so hot!" Brad grunted, fucking his cock franticaUy into her pussy, smacking against the uplifted cheeks of her ass wetly. "So fucking hot!"
"God, yes!"
"Hot and wet!"
"Oooo, baby, give it to me!"
Brenda strained her ass backward, trying to keep her head Ufted from the water. Her face was contorted with rapture. Each time her son fucked his cock into her cunt, she was jolted forward, her tits almost under the bath water. Brad seemed to be touching the sensitive crinkle of her asshole, but she couldn't be sure. There was so much deUcious sensation from her waist to her knees, she couldn't tell if he was touching her asshole or not. She made an attempt to grasp his swinging balls once, but found she couldn't balance on one arm.
"Your cunt is tight and hot, Mom!" Brad was grunting hotly. "Real tight and hot and wet!"
"Fuck mother's wet cunt!" she squealed, her cunt gripping her son's cock with fleshy tightness. "Fuck my hot, wet pussy!"
Brenda trembled, thrilled with his hard cock fucking into her heated cunt.
Brad grunted. "You're getting my prick, Mom! Your hot cunt is getting my fucking prick!"
"And my cunt loves it, you little shit!" "Fucking cock-sucking cunt piece of hot ass!"
"Ahhhh, yes, yes!"
"I'm gonna come!" Brad panted, his hips pounding spastically. "I'm about to come, Mom!"
"Up my cunt, Brad!"
"Yeah!" he cried out, running his cock deep, his body going stiff. Brenda felt her son's cock jerking, as if it were becoming twice its size, longer and thicker. His balls were smashed against her clit, and now she was sure he had a fingertip against her asshole. "Almost, Mom! Oooo, shit, piss, fuck . . . I'm gonna come!"
Brenda screamed as her orgasm scalded through her body. Her contracting cunt grasped her son's unyielding cock desperately, as if chewing on it. She screamed again as the orgasm intensified, her ass shaking almost out of control.
Brad began to jerk, his body shaking. He lifted his head toward the ceiling of the bathroom, and his cock began to hose down the overheated lining of her insatiable cunt. The splashing of his come juice seemed to enter her stomach, and Brenda thought for one insane moment she could taste his come juice in her throat. Brad came with force, and it felt to her as if his jism struck her cunt walls like a rubber hammer. Her cunt went very tight with the final convulsions of orgasm, and she strained her head up, a long, drawn-out groan bubbling from her throat.
Exhausted, she remained on her hands and knees, her chin on the rim of the bathtub, her naked body shivering. Behind her, Brad had settled into the tub, breathing with harsh sounds. With sleepy eyes, he stared at his mother's still-exposed ass. The hairy cuntlips pooched from between her thighs, the pink pussy flesh gleaming. The pucker of her asshole clenched and relaxed while Brenda whimpered softly, trying to calm herself down.
After a bit, she turned and leaned against the tub, her face glowing as she smiled at her son. "You have to be the best fuck in the country," she said in a soft voice. "Either that or your cock is the best I've ever had, in my cunt or mouth, darling."
"You just love me, Mom," he giggled.
"You're damn right, I love you," she said, raising upright and clutching him to her body, her tits smashing against his young, hairless chest. "And I'm going to love you again and again."
Brad squirmed in her hugging arms. "I hope that means I get fucked again and again," he said.
"And sucked?" she questioned, kissing the top of his head.
"Oh, yeah!"
She laughed, pushing him from her. "Look at the mess we made," she said, indicating the floor. "We'll never get it dry."
"Who the fuck cares?" Brad giggled.
"Right! Who the fuck cares!" she agreed with him. She soaped up a cloth, handing it to him. "Wash my back, will you?"
"I'll wash anything you ask, Mom," he said, taking the cloth as she turned in the tub.
She leaned forward, feeling very good as her son scrubbed at her smooth, unblemished back. They had been lucky with this big tub, she thought. Most motels had tiny tubs, or just a shower stall.
Brad was rinsing her back when she suddenly realized it was getting darker in the room. They had been in the tub much longer than she thought, and the sun was setting. The time had gone by so fast, somehow, and she felt a gnawing tremble in her stomach.
"You know it's time for dinner already, Brad?" she said, turning to wash him. "What would you like to eat tonight?"
"Steak.?" he asked.
"I should have known," Brenda laughed. "Don't you ever want to eat anything but steak?"
"Why? That's the best," he said.
"Red meat for a red-hot boy," she said softly, moving her hands under the water to his cock. Her eyes took on a shine when she found his cock hard. "You don't need anything to keep this up, that's for damned sure. I think your cock stays hard constantly, baby."
"Who's a boy?" he asked, slightly miffed.
"You are," she grinned at him, pumping his cock a few swift strokes. "Just because you have this hard cock and are getting fucked almost every half hour doesn't mean you're a man."
*Tm a bigger man than most boys," he said.
"Well, your cock is, I suppose." Brenda squeezed his prick. "It certainly appears to be a nice-size cock for a little punk like you."
"Punk? Punk?" Brad asked. "Mom, you never called me names like that before."
"You've never called me a cock-sucker before, either," she said, grinning lewdly at her son.
"But you are a cock-sucker, Mom."
"I suppose," she agreed. "Okay, I won't call you a punk again. Does that make you feel better, fuck-face?"
Brad giggled. "I guess I can't get out of that one. I did fuck you with my face, didn't I?"
"Beautifully, too," she replied. "Now, haul your little ass out of the tub. I'm hungry."
She finished bathing while Brad toweled himself, and her eyes gazed with affection on his naked, young ass when he left her. Her cunt seemed to keep tingling as if his cock were still inside. She smiled with satisfaction.
Drying herself, she walked nakedly back into the room and found her son dressed in jeans and
T-shirt, ready to go eat. She picked through her suitcase, holding up a pair of skimpy panties, wondering about putting them on. Brad watched her, shaking his head.
"Why wear panties, Mom?"
"You want people to see my naked ass?"
"Just as long as they don't touch it, I don't give a fuck who sees your naked ass," Brad said.
"Oh, a possessive male, are you?"
"No, not really," he said. "I just like to keep it for myself."
Brenda recalled a silly little saying. "You don't want anyone to fuck your eating, or eat your fucking, huh?"
"Something like that," he grinned lewdly.
She wiggled her naked ass, dropping the panties. "Since I am your fucking, then I guess I don't have to wear panties, do I?"
She slipped into a wide-bodied skirt, then a short-sleeved blouse. Her nipples strained against the fabric, molded and outlined, but unseen through the pale-blue color. Her skirt was white, and when she moved, it swirled about her legs, bouncing and dancing below the cheeks of her ass. She brushed her hair, then applied a light coat of lipstick to her moist lips. Brad, watching, frowned.
"You don't like the way I look?" she asked.
"You might get lipstick on my cock," he said.
Brenda burst out laughing. "What makes you think I'll suck that cock at a restaurant, or anyplace else, but here in the room?"
"You did in the car," he reminded her.
"I did, didn't I?" She picked a tissue up and wiped the lipstick from her lips. "Just don't try and shove that cock in my cunt or mouth where someone might see us. I don't believe in putting on a show."
He pointed to the packet of pictures. "These people do."
"They're not me," she said, sliding her feet into high heels. "I like looking at pictures of men and women fucking, but that doesn't mean I'm going to pose for them."
She was ready, and they left the room, locking the door behind them. It was only a short walk to a nice restaurant, and they held hands, strolling slowly. Brenda felt as if she were on a date again, young and vibrant and excited. It had been a long time since she'd had that feeling.
Brad moved his arm about his mother's waist, their hips brushing. She didn't mind; it felt good. She hummed softly as they walked, and without realizing it, she had shoved his hand downward until his palm lay on her twisting ass. She was so happy she didn't care if anyone saw her son's hand on her shapely ass.
They came to the restaurant, and Brenda paused to check the headlines on the rack of newspapers. -
Brad shoved his thumb into the crack of her ass.
With a startled yelp, Brenda straightened upright, grabbing for her ass with both hands. "That's enough of that, fuck-face," she said, then she giggled and took bis hand.
They were escorted to a. small, round table in a dim corner. The only light was candles flickering jn ruby-colored vases, and subdued lighting from the ceiling.
As Brad had said, he ordered a huge steak.
They were quiet as they ate, with Brenda sipping coffee when she finished. Brad looked around the restaurant, delight on his young face.
"You know what I feel like, Mom?" he said, sliding his hand into her lap beneath the table. "I feel like we're dating."
She smiled, remembering the feeling she'd had on their way to the restaurant.
"We are, baby," she said, placing her hand on top of his and pressing his palm on her thigh. "You're my man and I'm your girl."
"I've never had a date before," Brad said. "I don't know what to do on a date."
"You have fun, that's what you do," she said, sliding his hand up her thigh until it was almost in her lap. She glanced around to make sure they were alone, then pressed his fingers against her cunt through her skirt.
"Do I get to kiss you good night?"
She opened her thighs a bit, shoving his fingers between them, bunching her skirt against her cunt. She pressed his finger against her clit, her eyes gleaming and sparkling in the light of the candle.
"Some girls don't kiss on the first date," she whispered.
"Some girls fuck on the first date," he said.
She murmured in a throaty voice, "Since you're such a cute boy, and I think I'm falling in love with you, I might just fuck on the first date."
"Let's go back to the room, Mom," he replied, his voice quavering.
Brenda slipped her hand to his lap, and felt his cock swelling along the leg of his jeans.
"I think we better. This thing feels so hard, it might go off."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Despite the urgency of her son's hard-on, Brenda made them walk slowly, enjoying the warm evening. She placed an arm about his waist, pulling his around hers. The brush of her hip against him felt good. The last time she had walked like this with a male was with her ex-husband, a long time ago.
Her tits swelled and strained against her blouse, nipples rigid and tingling deliciously with anticipation. Her cunt had grown wet during dinner, and she enjoyed the slipperiness on her inner thighs. She was glad she had not worn panties now. She twisted her ass in a pronounced manner as she walked with her son, feeling very erotic. Glancing down at the front of his pants, she was pleased to see his cock straining at his jeans, bold and unashamed.
The only light was from the street lamps. There was no one close enough to see. She allowed her hand to move across his pants, giving his cock a squeeze.
"Watch it, Mom," he cautioned. "You wanna make me come in my pants?"
"God, no I That would be a terrible waste." "It sure would," he agreed. "I'd have to lick it off your pants," she giggled. "I sure don't want to waste something as precious as your sweet, hot come juice." "You'd do that?"
Brenda hugged him tightly against her hip. "Don't you know by now that I'd do anything for you?"
"Like give me some pussy on our first date, huh?"
"Some girls fuck, and some girls suck," she said, her voice husky. "And some girls do both on a first date."
"What kind of girl are you, Mom?"
"Oh, the right kind," she whispered. "I do both on the first tiate, especially when my date is such a handsome young man and with such a strong hard-on."
Brad giggled, squeezing the cheeks of his mother's twisting ass.
"I bet I can beat you to the room," she said, pointing at the motel, now about forty or fifty feet away.
"You're on!" Brad laughed, and he sprinted ahead of her.
"No fair!" Brenda called.
She sprinted after her son, laughing happily. He was at the motel door by the time she caught him. He was leaning there, panting, laughing with her. Brenda fished about in her small purse for the key to the room, and she felt her son behind her, lifting her skirt. She looked around quickly, seeing they were alone.
Brad lifted his mother's skirt behind her, and then she sucked in a hiss of air. Brad had taken his hard cock out of his pants, and he ran the smooth, wet cockhead up and down the back of her thigh.
"Ooo, you can't wait, can you?" she whispered, clinging to the doorknob tightly, her eyes glazing with passion.
Brad didn't reply. He held the back of his mother's skirt to her waist, her white ass gleaming in the pale light. He looked down, lifting his cock up to smear the seeping cockjuices across the cheek of her ass.
"You want to fuck me here?" she asked, her voice husky.
Still, Brad said nothing. He breathed hard in short gasps, sliding the head of his cock up and down the crack of his mother's ass. Brenda gurgled as she felt the heat of the swollen cock-head sliding between the cheeks of her ass. She squeezed them, clamping her ass about the head of his cock. She felt his cocktip probe her asshole, and with a low moan, arched her ass backwards to her son. She leaned her forehead against the door of their room, holding the doorknob tightly, shoving her ass backwards. Brad's cock throbbed between the cheeks of her ass, the prickhead resting on the tight crinkle of her asshole. The sensation reminded Brenda of what it had felt like when she had pressed his fingertip into her asshole. She shoved back against him, making a whimpering sound.
They were in a public place, in danger of being caught, but the danger seemed to create a perverse excitement inside Brenda's slender, rounded body. She grunted and pressed her ass back hard, and felt her son's cock slip down- ward from her asshole. She couldn't suppress the low wail of ecstasy when his cock stretched the lips of her cunt, fucking in easily as he stood behind her.
"Ohhh, baby!" she whispered.
"I gotta fuck you now, Mom!" Brad groaned behind her.
"Shhhh!" she cautioned. "Be quiet, baby."
Brad fucked his cock deep into her cunt, and Brenda shoved her ass back a bit more, almost bending down, her face pressed upon the wood surface of the door. She held the knob for support, swinging her exposed ass in tight circles when Brad began to fuck back and forth. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, her body showing from there down.
She closed her eyes to savor the rapture of his cock fucking in and out of her slippery cunt. ' She had gotten the key into the door before her son fucked his cock up her cunt. She clung to the knob now, not feeling the way the key cut into her hand. She slid her free hand down between her thighs. She grasped her son's balls, squeezing them and purring as he fucked his cock in and out of her burning cunt.
"Hurry!" she hissed. "Hurry before someone catches us!"
Brad grunted with effort, his cock stabbing back and forth, fucking in a frantic attempt to come quickly. Brenda's cunt sucked at his prick, the steamy cuntlips nibbling and closing tightly about the base, sucking on his cock as he pulled back, then lunged deeply again.
She tried to keep quiet, but her breathing came in panting harshness. She clung to his balls, shaking her ass in a lewd dance as her son stood behind her, fucking in a frenzy of wild | motion. She felt an orgasm starting to rumble deep inside her cunt. She strained her ass backwards, eyes closed with ecstasy, lips parted to suck in air. "Ohhh, Brad, hurry!" she moaned. "I am!" he gasped. "Shhh! Not so loud!" Her cunt felt as if it were on fire, the puffy pussylips, surrounded by the silky cunt hair, clamped about her son's cock, holding him in its searing, fleshy vise. She pulled at his loadec balls, rubbing them at her throbbing, swollen clit, feeling her orgasm grow and grow, yet no-bursting. She made a strangling sound, strug-j gling to keep quiet, hoping no one would come out of a room and see them, or worse, a car pufl up with those bright lights spotting them.
She arched her ass back a bit more, now almost bent double, her face very close to the level of the doorknob. She gasped with heat, twisting her ass almost violently as her son pumped his prick with vigor into her pussy. Her orgasm kept getting close to explosion. She bit into her bottom lip to keep from screaming with frustration. The urge to come was driving her crazy. She twisted her son's balls, bringing a moan of pain from him. She swiftly released the pressure when she realized what she had done.
"Hurry, damn it!" she hissed.
Brad fucked his cock into her cunt with greater force. She could hear him grunting, sounding very loud in the still night.
A sound came to her, and Brenda gave a choked shriek. Bright light spilled from a doorway two rooms down. Frantically, she twisted the doorknob, trying to pull her naked ass away from her son's cock. But he was gripping her hips tightly, fucking in a frenzy.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Brenda went sprawling into their room.
"Goddamn son of a bitch!" she heard her son yelp.
Then the door was slammed. She looked over her head to see her son leaning against it, his cock standing straight out and glistening in the light they had left on. She was sprawled on the floor, her skirt about her waist, her naked ass exposed.
"I tried to warn you," she said, and giggled. "You can't go around fucking in a public place, Brad. You're going to get caught sooner or later."
"Til kill that mother-fucker," he sid. "I was about to. come!"
"So was I," she replied, wiggling her assi lewdly, sliding a hand beneath her body and spreading her legs. She rubbed at her inflamed clit, staying on the floor.
Brad dropped to his knees between his mother's parted legs, cupping the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them as he lifted her high.
"Put your cock back in," she insisted. "Fuck me now!"
She drew her knees up, shooting her creamy ass into the air, waggling it with lewd invitation
But Brad didn't stab his cock up her cunt.|
He leaned down instead, and buried his young face into her pussy.
Brenda squealed as his tongue snapped into her pussy. She rammed her ass back against hk face, feeling his nose on her asshole, the hod breath burning the tender crinkle. Resting herj head and shoulders on the carpet, her tits scrapJ ing excitedly against the rough nap, she shook] her ass into her son's face.
"Lick me!" she urged huskily. "Lick mother's cunt! Ahhhh, shove your tongue way up my fucking cunt, baby! Fuck my pussy with your tongue . . . fuck it hard and fast! Ooooo, suck my fucking cunt, darling!"
Brad's tongue darted and twisted into her hairy pussy, licking at the oozing sweetness, drawing the liquids into his mouth as if it were precious, expensive nectar. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, feeling the creamy smoothness, over her hips and finally reaching to her tits. Closing his hands about his mother's tits, squeezing them, he pulled her backward, trying to drive his face deep into her scalding pussy. Brenda twisted and wiggled her ass frantically, gasping and gurgling, her fingers digging into the carpet hard.
"Suck me, suck me!" she wailed. "Eat mother's hairy cunt, baby! Oooo, your tongue is so good! I love tongue! I love tongue up my cunt and on my legs and . . . ahhh, you're going to make me come!"
Her face contorted as her pussy contracted. She screamed, trying to hold back, afraid someone could hear them. But the scream bubbled from her throat anyway, her cunt closing and tightening in spasms as her son lapped from her clit to the juicy lips. She was sure he had his mouth inside her cunt, his nose trying to penetrate her tight asshole.
The convulsions became tighter and tighter as her son licked his tongue rapidly, up and down her pussy. Brenda sobbed and twisted mindlessly, the orgasm stretching out, becoming a wild, burning series of contractions. She shook her uplifted ass violently and began to gasp louder. Brad's tongue skated upward, and Brenda shrieked when it ran across her asshole. With a quick backward thrust, she rammed her asshole against her son's mouth. Brad began gripping his mother's ass tightly in his hands, closing his lips about her asshole and sucking hard, his tongue twisting and pressing at the fiery assring.
"Oh, my God!" Brenda cried. "Ohhh, that's
. . . Brad, Brad!"
Her stomach was tightening as her orgasm increased in power, making her mind grow dark and spin dizzily. She shoved her ass back into her son's face hard, grinding erotically as she kept coming. Her nerves were screaming with impossible ecstasy, her muscles straining painfully. She felt her son's chin pressing into the squeezing lips of her cunt, his mouth sucking insanely on her puckering asshole. Brenda's eyes suddenly bulged.
Brad had fucked his tongue up her asshole.
It felt as if his tongue were five inches deep, but that was impossible.
"Ohhh, your tongue . . . Brad, you've got your tongue up my asshole!" she gurgled.
For an answer, Brad stabbed his mother in the hot asshole with his tongue, twisting it, still sucking hard with his tight lips.
Brenda had never felt anything like it before. It was even different than when she had pressed his finger up her ass. His finger had felt bigger, but his tongue was wiggling and Ucking. She smashed her tits down against the carpet and tried to shove her asshole onto his tongue.
"Ohhh, tongue my ass!" she screeched. "Tongue mother up the fucking ass! My asshole is on fire ... my cunt is on fire! Eat my ass, Brad! Eat mother's asshole! Suck my asshole . . . fuck my asshole!"
Brad gripped his mother's hips brutally, but Brenda didn't care if he left the imprints of his fingers on her creamy skin. She didn't care if he bruised her, as long as he kept fucking her up the ass with that sweet, wet tongue. Her cunt seemed to be melting, the contractions more powerful than before.
Brenda's orgasms seemed to reluctantly fade, becoming weaker until finally she stopped altogether. Brad pulled his tongue out of her asshole, but was now licking the insides of her asscheeks, swirling his tongue at the smooth flesh, taking a few dips downward to taste the creamy wetness of her quivering cunt.
Brenda lay with her ass in the air, gasping and choking softly.
Brad sat back, staring into his mother's ass and cunt. His cock stood up stiffly from his lap, his balls tight and hard. He gripped his cock in a fist, squeezing it, waiting for his mother to recover.
Slowly, Brenda let her ass fall to one side, and she saw her son sitting there gripping his hard cock desperately.
"Why didn't you fuck me?" she said in a weak voice. "You don't have to suffer with that big hard-on."
Brad's eyes were glazed, and he gasped through his open lips. His mouth and chin were wet with her cunt juices, and he seemed to be in a stupor. Brenda turned on the floor, facing her son. He had sat back, leaning against the door with his legs straight out, gripping his cock.
"Poor baby," she whispered as she lay on her stomach between his legs.
She loosened his grip on his cock, and lowered her mouth. She sucked her son's cock between her lips, and began to suck up and down, slowly, tasting the heat of his fucker, the arousing scent of her cunt clinging to the cock-shaft.
Bobbing her mouth up and down, Brenda fucked her son's cock with her wet, hungry mouth. Brad, seemingly dazed, stared past her back, gazing at the rounded swell of her naked ass. Her skirt was still bunched at her waist, and Brenda's ass writhed slowly, her long legs opening and closing, scissoring as she sucked his cock with delight. With her mouth gliding up and down his cock, she opened his belt and pulled his pants wide open, getting her lips down on the base and against the wiry tuft of young cock hair. She managed to lift his loaded balls out, and rubbed them at her chin, making soft cries of cock-sucking pleasure.
"Mom," he said, his voice strained. "My balls hurt."
Brenda lifted her face, pressing his hard cock against her cheek as she looked up at him. "Mother will take care of it, baby," she replied in a low voice. "Mother will stop your precious balls from hurting. You need to come, that's the problem. Mother will make you come, and it will feel better then."
She pulled his cock back into her mouth, swallowing it deeply, the cockhead pressing at her hot throat. She sucked up and down faster now, her tongue swirling eagerly. He dripped an awful lot, and she let her mouth fill with the sweetness, then swallowed. She pulled her mouth off his cock and moved down to his tight, hard balls. She gently lapped at his balls, then pulled them into her mouth. Brad's balls felt very hard in her mouth, the heat of them burning her cheeks and tongue. Afraid to suck hard on them, she allowed his balls to fall out of her mouth. She ran her tongue up the shaft of his cock, then across the cockhead. She licked away the juices, and sank her mouth onto his prick again. Feeling the hot hardness throbbing, listening to her son's panting breath, Brenda began sucking as fast and hard as she could, wanting to relieve the boiling pressure in his balls as fast as possible.
Brad groaned, his eyes fixed upon his mother's lovely ass.
Then he growled. The boiling come juice gushed out of his cock with force, splashing the back of his mother's throat. Brenda cried out wetly, and swallowed with hunger, sucking in a frenzy, drawing the creamy jism out of her son's balls as if starved for it. He came in a number of squirting gushes, thicker than he had when she had sucked him off earlier. Her mouth filled time and again with cock cream, the taste of it making her squeal as another orgasm rippled about her cunt. The orgasm wasn't as strong as those when he sucked her asshole, and she didn't think she could stand another power-, ful orgasm right then.
She pressed her cunt into the carpet, her lips wrapped about the head of his cock, taking the gushes across her tongue and letting the come juice burn down her throat. She clung to his cock when he finished, feeling it soften between her lips. She laved the prickhead with her tongue for a while longer, then pulled up.
"God, your balls were loaded, baby," she said. "They don't hurt anymore, Mom." "I can see why they did," she said, sitting and crossing her legs, her skirt in her lap. "'Those balls were filled with jizz. Why did you wait so long to come? Why didn't you fuck me?" "I hurt too bad to do anything," he said. "Well, you won't ever hurt like that again," Brenda said, leaning to kiss his lips. "Anytime your balls get that hard, you better tell me-so I can do something about it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"How much farther, Mom?" Brad asked while they had breakfast.
"About four hours," she said.
It was almost noon, and they had not checked out of the motel yet. Check-out time was at two, so they had plenty of time. The bags were already packed and waiting to be loaded into the car. They had bathed, ready to go after eating.
"Are you anxious to get home?" she asked.
He nodded. "I'm tired of riding."
"I thought you were enjoying the trip," she said, finishing her coffee.
He grinned at her. "It's the best trip I've ever had," he said. "But I'm kinda anxious to be home so you can walk around naked for me."
"What makes you think I'd do something like that?" she teased. "What kind of a girl do you think I am, anyway? Walk around naked for a boy, indeed!"
"You will," he said confidently.
She paid the check and they walked back to the room.
"Mom, you're the best girl a guy ever had," Brad said as they entered the room.
"That's because I fuck, I guess," she giggled. "Any girl that fucks is the best girl a guy can have."
Brenda sat beside her son, taking him into her arms and caressing him. Brad shoved his hand under his mother's summer sweater, cupping a naked tit. Then he closed his lips over her sweatered nipple.
Brenda pulled her sweater up to let his mouth suck at her nipple. "I want a good thing for myself. I don't want to share your beautiful cock with anyone."
Brad sucked his mother's tits, sliding his lips from one nipple to the other, taking turns. Brenda breathed deeply, enjoying the wet heat of his mouth on her tits. She ran her hand down his stomach and found his cock swelling inside his jeans. She fumbled with his fly, then pulled his cock out. She pumped his prick as he sucked her tits, shivering with pleasure when he shoved a hand up under her dress, along her smooth thighs. She opened her knees for him, and gave a little gasp of pleasure when he rubbed his fingers up and down the hairy lips of her bare cunt. Brad fucked a finger into his mother's cunt, bringing another gasp of delight from her. She squeezed his cock hard, making the cockhead bulge up in smoothness. Kissing his forehead, she scooted her ass to the edge of the bed and opened her legs wide for him. Brad sucked hard on her tit, fucking his middle linger in and out of her cunt, stabbing deeply, the heel of his hand smashing her clit.
"It seems we never get tired," she panted. "My cunt is always wet and hot for you, baby. And, my God . . . your cock stays so fucking hard all the fucking time! I've never known a cock to stay hard constantly the way yours does." Brad pulled his finger from his mother's cunt, sliding it lower. She gasped when he pressed it between the cheeks of her ass, probing her tight asshole. He pressed, and Brenda's breath caught in her throat.
"You want to stick your finger in my ass?" she groaned.
Brad, his mouth filled with firm tit, nodded his head and wiggled his fingertip against his mother's asshole.
Brenda was about to fall from the edge of the bed, but she spread her legs as wide as she could, balanced precariously.
"Doit!" she hissed.
Brad pressed, and his finger fucked into her asshole.
"Oh, my God!" Brenda cried softly. "Shove it deep, honey!"
His finger fucked all the way into her asshole. Brenda made a sobbing sound and closed her asshole very tightly about his finger. "Now, shove another finger up my cunt!"
Brad pressed a finger into her cunt. He lifted from her tit, leaning over and looking down. Brenda leaned back on her arms, arching her ass up.
"Finger-fuck me!" she hissed. Brad pumped his fingers back and forth, fucking one into her cunt and another into her asshole. Brenda cried out with ecstasy, thrilled to feel fingers in the cunt and ass at the same time.
"Ohhh, it's . . . God, I'm coming so soon!" Her cunt closed about his finger with contractions, her asshole squeezing the other finger. Her hips jerked as she gave a low, husky shriek of ecstasy.
"God, baby!" she gasped when the orgasm passed. "I didn't know it could feel this good!"
Brad pulled his fingers from her asshole and cunt, his cock throbbing upright in hardness.
"Mom, would you lick my ass?" he asked.
She laughed, a lewd sound. "Do you have to ask?"
"I don't know if you'd do it," he said, sounding anxious.
"Take those fucking pants off!" she groaned.
Brenda lay back on the bed, stretching luxuriously as she watched her son peel his clothing off. Removing his pants, he stood in his T-shirt, his cock straining outward in hardness. Scissoring her long legs, she flashed her hairy cunt to her son, amused to see his cock lurch while he stood gazing with hot eyes at her pussy. Deliberately, feeling intensely lewd, Brenda arched her hips up, legs wide, and twisted them in an obscene gesture, her eyes glowing with heat, her hands caressing her tits. The movements were all the more exciting because she was still dressed, summer sweater pushed up beneath her chin, tits showing, her skirt hiked around her waist.
"What was it you wanted me to do, Brad?" she asked in a very thick voice. "Lick my ass," he replied, his own voice low. "I wouldn't do that for just anyone," Brenda said, teasing her son by running her tongue across her lips and letting him watch her cunt throb. "But for you, anything."
Brad climbed onto the bed with his mother, his cock swinging around beautifully, with Brenda's eyes fixed upon it. He stood on his knees, as if not knowing what to do. "Turn around," she whispered. Brad turned, and his mother gazed at the lean cheeks of his ass. The deep cleft excited her. Since his knees were parted slightly, she saw his precious balls dangling between his legs. Sliding a hand between his thighs from behind, she caressed his balls for a moment, then moved her hand farther and gripped his hard cock. She pumped his prick from behind, lifting her head and pressing her hot, wet lips upon the cheek of her son's ass. Brad gasped when he felt the contact, his small young body shaking.
With a moan, Brenda scraped her tongue from one asscheek to the other, then along the back of his thigh. She drew her tongue up the crack of his ass, from his balls to the base of his spine, her fist jerking on his cock all the time. Brad's body kept shaking. He was arching his ass backwards soon, wiggling it. Brenda giggled at his eagerness, her tongue swirling until his naked ass glistened wetly. The smooth heat of her son's ass on her lips and tongue thrilled her, her cunt pulsing and dripping.
Clinging to his cock, her arm shoved into his thighs from behind, she ran her other hand to her cunt and wantonly finger-fucked herself, knowing her son was watching. She probed the tip of her tongue into the crack of his ass, barely touching the crinkle of his asshole. Brad groaned and arched his ass back into his mother's face. Brenda made a soft whimper and swirled the tip of her tongue about his asshole, tasting the heat, the exciting tightness. She detected the puckering movements of her son's asshole against her tongue, and when Brad shoved his ass back farther, she pushed her face into it. The inner cheeks of his ass were hot on her face, and her lips touched his asshole.
Brenda kissed his asshole wildly when her son used his hands to pull his asscheeks wide open for her. Brad was almost sitting on his mother's face, his fingers stretching the cheeks of his ass wide open. Brenda had total access to his asshole, and she closed her lips hotly against it. She sucked powerfully, fluttering the tip of her tongue about his asshole. His cock throbbed with greater power in her fist, and she jacked her son's prick with a tight fist, making moans of perverse delight into his ass. She stabbed her cunt with her finger in a brutal way, slamming her crotch up and down. She rubbed harshly at her swollen clit, creating a strange sort of pleasure-pain there. Thrusting her tongue out and making it as stiff as she could, she began poking it against her son's asshole like a cock, a cock trying to fuck him in the ass. Brad gasped and shoved his ass back and forth, staring down at his mother's jerking fist on his cock, feeling the wet heat of her tongue against his asshole.
"Oooohhhh, Mom, Mom!" he groaned. "That's good, Mom!"
"Mmmm, baby," she hissed into his ass.
"Lick my asshole, Mom! Ahhhh, lick my asshole . . . jack my cock! Gosh, this makes me so fucking hard, Mom! I like being licked in my ass!"
Brenda pulled her drenched finger out of her cunt and began to maneuver her son's body, drawing him back to her face. Brad squatted sideways, his ass in her face. But that wasn't what Brenda wanted. She pulled at his leg, moving her son until he sat on her face, facing her feet. She pushed her mouth into his ass again, lips sucking as her tongue twisted. She felt his balls on her chin, felt the writhing hardness of them. She gripped her son's hips and pulled his ass tightly into her face. "Ohhh, Mom!" Brad grunted. Brenda plunged her tongue hard, and tongue-fucked her son in the asshole with it. And then she began to fuck him swiftly, her tongue fucking in and out of the squeezing assring. Brad yelped and wiggled, grinding his ass into her face, his cock dripping with juices that smeared her neck. She spread her legs very wide, and lifted her cunt, sliding a hand up her son's back, then pushing him forward. Brad knew what to do. He leaned over, ramming his face into his mother's juicy, boiling cunt, sucking and licking frantically. Brenda ran her tongue deep into her son's asshole, sobbing softly as she felt him sucking on her swollen clit, his fingers clinging to her asscheeks. Brad fucked his tongue into his mother's cunt wetly, and moved a finger to her asshole. Brenda squealed into her son's ass, her hips jerking when her son rubbed the pucker of her asshole and fucked her cunt with his tongue. A soft cry of pleasure came from her when Brad pressed his finger up her ass, and began to fuck it in and out, his tongue doing the same thing to her excited cunt.
They moaned and whimpered with ecstasy, making wet sounds as they sucked and licked. The heat of her son's asscheeks burned at her face, his asshole gripping tightly on her plunging tongue. Brenda wiggled her hips into her son's face, trying to pump and grind and swirl her crotch, but Brad clung to her ass much too tightly, his finger fucking in and out of her burning asshole, preventing her from moving much.
She gasped into her son's ass when her cunt contracted with orgasm. Her asshole seemed to squeeze so tightly at his finger, he had trouble fucking it in and out. Her cunt gripped his tongue with rippling waves of wet heat as she came, her clit throbbing against his bottom lip. Brad, knowing his mother was coming, sucked and licked at her juicy cunt in a frenzy, finally fucking his finger in and out of her asshole once again. The double action at her cunt and asshole seemed to increase the force of Brenda's orgasms, dragging them out and then causing even harder, more ecstatic, convulsions.
Brenda wrapped her arms about her son's hips, hugging him tightly and pulling his ass hard into her face, her mouth covering his asshole. She sucked as hard as she could, insanely wondering if she could make her son fart, or . . . crazily, shit just a little.
The thought came to her unbidden, and it startled her. She didn't really want her son to shit into her mouth, no way! It was only a thought, but it shocked her. She knew her son wouldn't shit in her mouth, though. For one thing, it would embarrass him terribly, and for another, he liked her tongue up his asshole far too much to jeopardize having her do it again. She could feel his asshole expand when she drove her tongue inward, and then it seemed to close and grip as she pulled out. It reminded her, somewhat, of the way her cunt worked on his cock when he fucked her.
Brad was working on his mother's cunt furiously, his tongue fucking into the steamy depths, then swirling up to lick the fleshy, hairy cuntlips while he sucked on her distended clit. All the time he kept fucking his finger in and out of her fiery asshole. Brenda was going out of her mind with the rapture her son produced in her cunt and asshole, with the taste and feel of his asshole in her mouth, his balls writhing on her chin. She couldn't feel his hard cock, but she felt the juices dripping from it on her neck.
She was sobbing into her son's ass, the spasms of her cunt very strong. The orgasms seemed to burn and explode and ripple through her body with a wildness that was unbearable, yet she wanted more and more and more. She strained her wet, hairy crotch hard into his face, her tongue plunging up her son's searing asshole with a frenzy of erotic ecstasy.
She felt her orgasms slow down, starting to fade away, leaving behind a very pleasant glow. Brad was not sucking her cunt as hungrily, nor was he fucking her asshole with his finger as vigorously. She knew the reason; he was starting to get close to coming, and the sensations prevented him from doing much of anything except to twist into her mouth and gasp hotly.
She shoved at his ass. "Get your ass out of my face!"
Brad lifted, swinging his knee over his mother's head, looking down at her, his face showing the swiftly approaching urge to come. His cock swelled out, the cockhead looking enormous and ready to burst. His piss hole was very large, and he was dripping so much it reminded Brenda of how he had pissed beside the road only yesterday.
"I wanna come, Mom!" he cried desperately.
"I gotta come!', "I know," she said. "And you will! Ohhh, baby, you'll come; I promise."
She climbed from the bed, and with her son moaning with desperation, positioned him with his knees on the edge of the mattress, feet hanging over. She pushed him forward until he rested his shoulders and head on the bed, his beautiful young ass lifted high in the air. She parted his knees so she could see his loaded balls and jerking cock. Dropping to her knees on the floor, Brenda began to swirl her tongue into his asshole again, feverishly twisting his balls with one hand, the other gripping his cock and jacking him off swiftly.
"Ohhh, Mom!" Brad yelped. "My ass is on fire! Lick my ass, Mom! Suck my asshole . . . pull my balls . . . jack my cock!"
Brenda understood the aggravation of her son. She had felt, many times, the desperate need to come. She plunged her tongue up his asshole, fucking him swiftly, tugging at his hairless balls, twisting them. All the time she kept jacking on his swollen cock with her tight fist. Her palm was wet and slippery with the seeping cock juices.
"I'm gonna come!" Brad shouted. "Mom, you're gonna make me come!"
She felt his cock throb in her fist, his asshole gripping in waves of squeezing heat. She rammed her tongue as far up his asshole as she could, her lips smashed around the assring. Brad thrust his ass back into his mother's face.
"I'm gonna come!" he shouted again.
A loud grunt followed his words, and come juice jetted from the piss hole of his cock-flying along the cover of the bed. Brenda whimpered into her son's asshole, feeling it contract about her buried tongue. She pumped wildly on his jizz-gushing cock, pulling at his balls, smashing them on her chin. She jerked her fist in short, wild strokes, making her son come with force, the creamy jism spurting and spurting.
Brad grunted time and again, the sound tight in his throat.
Brenda clung to his cock, pumping her fist back and forth, making sure he was completely finished. She held her tongue as far up his hot asshole as she could, and when the squeezing action ended, she pulled her tongue free, dipped her head, and licked at his empty balls. When Brad started to fall forward, she pushed at his hips and he sprawled onto his side. With a squeal of delight, Brenda flicked her tongue across his piss hole, tasting the sweetness of his come juice. She pulled her son's cock into her mouth and sucked it gently, making sure there was not another drop of come juice there.
The juice of her son's balls sparkled on the bed, and she gave a low cry, then began licking the cock cream off the bedspread. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with the rapture she felt. Her tongue swirled through the creamy wetness until there was not a single drop of jism left.
Brad giggled.
"You like it, Mom?"
"I love it!" she moaned, going to his cock again, taking it into her mouth. Even soft, she loved the feel and taste of her son's cock in her mouth. She pulled it deeply, her lips pressed into the small tuft of wiry hair, her tongue laving his prick lovingly.
Lifting from him, she playfully slapped his hip.
"You get to load the car," she said.
"I shoulda known," Brad protested, pulling his jeans on. "Give you a little cock, and I turn into the slave."
"Little cock?" Brenda laughed. "It's notso little, and I intend to get a great deal more of it, any way I can."
CHAPTER NINE
Brenda's eyes drifted along the front of Brad's pants. Although he didn't have a hard-on, she could see the lump his cock and balls made in the tight jeans. She rested her right palm on his crotch lightly, feeling the heat of him come through the cloth. She felt her son stir, and gave his cock and balls a gentle squeeze.
"Fuck," Brad said, coming wide awake. "A guy can't even sleep unless some hot cunt is trying to feel him up."
"Complaining already?" she laughed, pulling her hand back to the steering wheel.
"Who's sleepy, anyway?" he replied, scooting close to his mother, draping an arm over her shoulder and cupping her sweatered tit.
Brenda pressed his hand onto her tit, twisting her head for a kiss, then quickly looking back to the road. Brad squeezed his mother's tit, her nipple throbbing against his palm. They had been driving about two hours, and she decided they would be home in another hour and a half. She had to piss, but didn't want to take the time to stop. She could hold it for another hour and a half without any discomfort.
Brad slipped his hand down the neck of her sweater, cupping her naked tit and playing with it. His other hand moved to her thigh, inching her skirt up. Brenda lifted her ass slightly so he could pull it to her waist. They were facing into the sun now, and the heat felt good on her naked thighs and hairy pussy.
They were passing through some heavily wooded terrain now, with tall pine trees lining the road and growing far back from it. The air was scented with the fresh pine. Still, there was little traffic. It was mid-week, and this part of the highway was seldom busy except weekends. Brad caressed his mother's thigh as he played
m with her tit, dragging his fingers teasingly to her cunt, but only touching the thick hair, never her pussy. She parted her legs for him, but Brad kept teasing and tantalizing her with his fingertips. She enjoyed the touch of his hand along the inner surfaces of her long thighs. She was very sensitive there, especially an inch or so away from her cunt. When he kept staying away from her pussy, Brenda grabbed his wrist and shoved his palm against her cunt.
"Feel me up, damn it, and stop fucking around!"
Brad laughed, rubbing at her cunt, finding the cuntlips wet and puffy, her clit sticking out in a swollen knot.
She shoved her hand onto his cock-bulge, rubbing up and down, feeling his prick swell. She tried to close her fingers about his cock through his jeans, but that was no good. She pressed and squeezed on his cock-bulge, making soft panting sounds of growing hunger. Brad rubbed along the sides of her enlarged clit, and when Brenda lifted her ass slightly, he managed to fuck a finger into her cunt.
"How adventurous are you, Brad?" she asked. "What do you me an, Mom, adventurous?" "How willing are you to do certain things, with me?" she asked. "I mean other than fuck me, eat my cunt?"
"Like what?"
"Oh, things," she said mysteriously, smiling wantonly.
�"I-don't know until you tell me," he said, working his finger out of her cunt and going back to rubbing her inflamed clit.
"Take your cock out, baby," she said in a low voice. "I want to see your cock, play with it, while I drive."
"Why not pull over like we did before?" "I'm in a hurry to get home," she said. "Come on, take your fucking cock out for me!" Brad pulled his hand out of her sweater, the other from her pussy. He opened his pants, sliding them to his knees. "How's that, Mom?" "Oooo, perfect!" she cooed as she glanced down at his cock and balls. "I want to look at them all the time."
"When we get home, you gotta be naked for me," Brad said. "I wanna be in the house naked with you all the time."
She giggled lewdly, grasping his cock. "You just want me ready when you need a piece of my ass, that's all. You don't want to take time getting my dress up and my panties down."
"You don't wear panties."
"Not anymore," she agreed.
Gripping his cock, she drove with one hand. Brad returned to her cunt and tit, finger-fucking her and pulling at her nipple, twisting it. Brenda drove carefully now, passion building inside her body. She pumped on her son's cock, her mind spinning with erotic ideas. It was strange that she had not thought such things before yesterday, but now she was thinking of them, and the more she thought, the better they appealed to her. There was more to erotic pleasure than fucking, or sucking cock, or eating her son's asshole, she knew. There were other things, perverse things, wicked things that sent delicious shivers over her creamy, unblemished flesh.
"I don't think I can make it," she said in a husky voice.
"Make what, Mom?"
"Home!" she gasped, squeezing his cock so hard her son winced.
"Then stop," he answered.
"God, I will!" she moaned. "I have to stop and get this cock in me! I want to fuck you so goddamn much, I can taste it already!"
Brad giggled. "You'll taste it, all right. I'd like to fuck you in your wet mouth again, Mom."
"Oh, baby!" she moaned, squeezing his cock very hard, making the cockhead bulge up from her fist. "You're dripping, sweetheart! Look at your cock drip! I want you to fuck my mouth! I need you to fuck my mouth with your beautiful hard-on!"
"And your cunt, Mom?"
"Oh, yes! And fuck my cunt, too! Fuck my mouth and fuck my cunt and come in my pussy and down my throat and . . . ohhh, shit, baby! I've got to stop this fucking car!"
Her eyes caught a track through the trees, and she pulled off the highway and carefully drove a few yards into the dense woods. She stopped abruptly, the car rocking. She turned to her son and lowered her face onto his cock swiftly, crying out with cock-sucker desire.
Since the day before, she was getting more hard cock than ever in such a short period. Yet, the more she got, the more she wanted. Maybe it had been the erotic ideas floating about in her head earlier, still floating there, but she didn't know or care. All she knew was she had to have her son now, his cock in her mouth or cunt. She sucked in his prick and swallowed it with a wet, gulping sound. Her lips stretched about the tight hardness, her tongue swirling hungrily. She sucked with greed, making sobbing sounds deep in her throat. The heat of his cock in her mouth set up a burning wetness in her cunt that was not there a moment ago.
Brad shoved a hand beneath his mother's body, grasping a tit through her sweater, squeezing it hard. The tighter he squeezed, the better it felt to Brenda. She gurgled on his cock, her lips sliding up and down with wet pleasure, her tongue flying over the smoothly swollen cockhead. She cupped his balls as she pulled his cock to her throat, rubbing them about her cheek. The scent of his cock and balls caused a feverish shiver to vibrate her body. She bobbed her head with frantic sucking motions, feeling his balls writhe in her palm. She swallowed the seeping cock juices, tapping her tongue against his piss hole and trying to shove it into his cock. She couldn't, of course, but she wanted to very badly. She jerked her mouth off his prick and, sobbing in ecstasy, pulled his young balls into her mouth. She sucked and licked at his balls, her hips shaking as her cunt swelled, expanding with wet, fiery urgency.
Brad slumped in the seat, digging at his mother's tit, his eyes closed.
While sucking his balls, Brenda pressed his throbbing cock against her cheek, rubbing it there, enjoying the hard, hot wetness as he kept oozing that sweet cock juice against her face. "Suck hard, Mom!" Brad moaned, lifting his cock upward. "Suck my balls! Ohhhh, Mom, you suck my balls so good! Fuck my cock with your mouth now, Mom! Come on . . . suck my cock! I think I'm about ready to come!"
Squealing, Brenda let her son's balls fall from her mouth. She ran her wet lips up the shaft of his prick, kissing at his piss hole. "I hope you cornea lot, darling!" she said. "I want you to come a lot in my mouth! Come for hours down my fucking throat!"
She gobbled his cock quickly, running her hot, wet lips up and down, sucking her son's cock with a desperate hunger.
"Hold still, Mom!" Brad shouted. Brenda stopped sucking up and down, his cock between her lips. Brad grabbed her head, and began to fuck up and down, plunging his cock in and out of his mother's mouth as if it were her cunt. Brenda cried out in muffled pleasure, closing her lips as tight as she could, her tongue pressing his cock to the roof of her mouth. The throbbing of his prick increased, and he was very close to coming. Her mind whirled with the erotic thoughts she'd had earlier, and she sucked hard as he fucked her mouth. She wanted him to come, to spray his deliciously sweet cock cream down her throat. She wanted to suck the come juice out of his precious balls, wanted to drink it down with a desperation unlike the other times she had sucked him off.
Brad was grunting in his efforts, plunging his cock up and down. He was pulling at her hair, but it wasn't painful. Brenda's cunt was intensely swollen, the hairy cuntlips aching, his clit ready to burst.
"Oh, shit, Mom!" Brad groaned. 'Shit, shit, shit! I'm . . . my cock is so fucking hard! I'm gonr a come! Ahhhh, fuck, fuck! Mom ... I'm gonna come so hard . . . down your cock-sucking throat!"
Brenda gasped happily when the thick cream of his balls spattered the back of her burning throat. She gulped swiftly, her tongue racing. The heavy gushes of come juice flooded her mouth, almost strangling her. But she managed to suck it all, not lose a single, precious drop of his jism. Her lips tingled and stretched as he kept pumping his squirting cock up and down, coming in her mouth. Her eyes bulged behind her closed lids as her cunt rippled with ecstatic contractions. She squeezed her thighs against her convulsing pussy, increasing the pleasure significantly.
"Ohhhhh, Mom!" Brad groaned as his muscles relaxed, his ass slumping back to the seat of the car. "I told you I was gonna come a lot."
Brenda lifted her mouth off his prick, kissing his piss hole. She sat up, grinning happily, licking her lips.
"You sure as hell did," she agreed with him. "Those balls were sure loaded. I thought you were going to choke me for a minute there."
"Choke you? Bullshit, Mom," he 'aughed. "Since when can a cock choke you?"
She laughed lewdly, and grabbed her son tightly smashing her tits against his chest, kissing him hungrily.
"You won't ever have a load too big for me," she said. "I can take the biggest load of your come juice youil ever have. I thrive on come juice, didn't you know?"
"I'm learning," Brad giggled, showing her sweater up to expose her firm, straining tits. "Do we have time to fuck?"
"I always have time to fuck," she said, cupping his cock and balls and working her palm about them. "All we have to do is get this thing hard, and you know I have time to fuck it."
She turned him loose, opening the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"No place," Brenda replied, lifting her skirt to her waist and doing an erotic dance, "I just felt like being lewd in the open. Don't you like to see my ass this way?"
"Love it," Brad laughed, getting out of the car, holding his jeans up with his hand. He watched his mother dance around, his eyes on her creamy, swelling ass and hairy cunt. Her tits were very tight, and moved in a slight sway only, her nipples stiff and upright.
Brenda twisted around, her back to her son. She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering and teasing. She waggled her naked ass, then leaned over. Cupping the cheeks of her ass, she opened them wide. Her cunt pressed back from her thighs, hairy and wet, her asshole crinkling. She peered between her spread legs, watching her son pull at his cock and balls, seeing his prick lifting again as she knew it would.
"Take your choice," she said in a hot voice.
"What do you mean, take my choice, Mom?"
"You can fuck that cunt or you can fuck me in the ass."
Brad gazed at his mother's asshole.
It looked kind of small to him, and very tight. He remembered how tight her ass had been when he shoved his tongue up it. His cock lurched into full hardness as he stared at his mother's obscene posture, her asshole crinkling in lewd invitation.
"Make up your mind, baby," she said, working a finger to her asshole. "I'd hate to start without you."
Brad moved toward his mother, his cock swollen, nis eyes fixed upon her ass. Brenda pressed her middle finger against her tight asshole, holding her breath as she began to push it inside. She made a small gasp as her finger penetrated her asshole, her eyes staring at her son's throbbing cock. She felt the blood rush to her head from leaning so far over, but that didn't matter.
Brad watched excitedly as his mother finger-fucked herself up the asshole, seeing her cunt so very wet and glistening-. He was just short enough to stand behind her and rub his cock about the cheek of her ass and the backs of her legs. Brenda gurgled as she felt him smearing cock juices on her flesh. She fucked her finger into her ass hard and deep, then yanked it out.
"Cunt or asshole!" she urged. "Make up your mind, Brad! And, please, darling hurry!"
Brad didn't reply.
He pushed the head of his cock to his mother's asshole, making Brenda wail with agreement. She felt the rounded head of her son's cock press forward, and she shoved her ass back. For an instant, there was resistance, then Brad's cock slipped past the fiery ring of her asshole.
"Oooo, yes!" Brenda wailed, her eyes out of focus now. She felt no pain, only a stretching fullness as her son fucked the rest of his cock into her asshole. "God, that feels wonderful! I had no idea your cock would be so good up my ass! Oh, fuck me, Brad! Fuck Mother's ass! Ahhhhh, I can feel your cock so deep! Fuck Mother in the hot asshole!"
Brad dug his hands into his mother's hips, jerking her ass back onto his cock hard. Brenda squealed in delight, feeling his tight balls smack at her juicy cunt. Her asshole gripped the shaft of his cock very tightly, almost so tightly he had trouble fucking in and out for a moment.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" Brenda cried out, gritting her teeth with the odd, so good, sensations of having a cock up her ass. "Fuck the shit out of mother's ass, Brad! Ohhhh, fuck me!"
Brad, staring hotly down at his cock buried up his mother's asshole, began plunging in a brutal way, fucking his cock in and out, the fric- tion searing the ring of Brenda's asshole. She clutched her ankles, groaning with the stretching ecstasy of her asshole about his pounding cock. He rammed hard, almost driving her face down hxto the pine needles. Each of his fuck-thrusts brought a grunt of air from her lungs. It felt as if he fucked her deeper than ever into her asshole, as if-his cock was reaching for her stomach. She didn't remember her son's cock going so deep into her cunt when he had fucked her in almost this same position.
There was a fire in her ass, a fire that was unlike the heat when he fucked her cunt or her mouth. The sensations were different, just as good, but different. It felt as if her asshole would be forever stretched, and she would walk around with her asshole gaping open. She knew better, but it was the feeling she had with his cock up her ass now. The stretching of her asshole thrilled her, the fucking of his cock thrilled her, the friction of his prick against the ring of her asshole thrilled her. She knew, as her son pounded furiously into her asshole, that she would fuck him time and again this way. He could fuck her in every place she had, her cunt, her mouth, and now her asshole.
She could feel her cunt responding, the hairy cuntlips swelling and sucking as his balls beat rapidly against it. She sobbed with the strange, but ever so good, sensations. She didn't know if she would come or not, but that didn't matter. She wanted her son to fuck her in the ass, wanted to feel his come juice spraying deep into her ass guts.
"Give it to me!" she shrieked, the sound bellowing through the woods. "Give it to Mother! Fuck that hot asshole, Brad! Oooo, baby, fuck the shit out of mother's hot ass! Come in me . . . come in my fucking asshole! Fill mother's ass with come juice!"
She gripped her ankles hard, fighting to keep her ass up in the air for him. She was afraid he would thrust too hard, and she would go sprawling on her face just as he came, squirting that precious jjsm over the ground instead of up her ass.
Brad grunted, his cock straining. He dug his fingers into his mother's twisting hips, and he came.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Brenda screamed, feeling her asshole suddenly drenched with the thick, steamy come juice. "Yes, baby, yes!"
Her cunt seemed to strain with the need to come, yet her orgasm was evading her. Her clit was painfully knotted. She shot a hand to her son's balls, smashing them against her cunt, and still she didn't come. Brad's cock slowed, the spasms stopping. Her asshole felt as if he had poured boiling water into it, but it felt wonderful.
Mindlessly, Brenda screamed, not thinking of what she was saying: "Piss in me! Piss in my asshole, Brad!"
Brad giggled, his cock deflated, but caught by the tightness of his mother's asshole. Only the head of his prick was past the tight ass ring, and holding her hips, he began to piss.
Brenda screamed, her mind spinning, feeling the hot piss rushing into her asshole with burning force. She felt the urge to shit, and fought it off. The spray of her son's hot piss going up her asshole triggered her cunt into that orgasm she wanted so desperately.
She screamed time and again, her cunt contracting unbelievably, the hairy pussyhps trying to suck her son's balls in. Her legs became very weak, wobbling and trembling. She didn't know how she remained in her head-down, ass-up position. Brad still held her hips, but that wasn't what kept her upright.
"It's coming out, Mom," she heard him say. "My cock is coming out of your asshole! Stop squeezing it!"
"I can't!" Brenda sobbed. "I can't stop it!"
Brad's cock slipped free. He grasped it with a thumb and forefinger, and pissed all over his mother's naked ass, the stinging spray of her asshole and cunt.^
"Oh, yes, baby!" Brenda sobbed, her upright ass shaking. "Piss on me! Piss on my fucking ass, my cunt!"
The hot piss ran down her thighs, over her creamy asscheeks, between them and stung her sensitive asshole. Brenda held the head of his cock very close to his mother's asshole. Brad held the head of his cock very close to his mother's asshole, pissing away, then moved it down to her cunt, and managed to stuff the cockhead between the hairy cuntlips, but he was almost finished.
"Squirt it up my fucking cunt!" Brenda gasped.
Brad managed to squeeze a strong spurt of piss, splashing it up his mother's pussy. Brenda felt his piss burn the satiny walls of her cunt, and she came again.
"Oh, God!" she yelled.
Brad pulled away, looking at his mother. He giggled. "You're drowned in piss, Mom."
"Ooooo, I know it!" she moaned, standing upright, feeling piss run from the cheeks of her ass, down her thighs. "I'm filled up with your piss." She giggled now, lewdly. "You pissed in my asshole and cunt, damn you."
"You asked for it, Mom," he replied with a laugh.
"I did, didn't I?" she laughed, wondering how to dry herself off, "Now I have to stay wet with piss until we get home."
CHAPTER TEN
The next hour and half was spent with Brenda pushing the speed limit dangerously. She sat on her skirt, still wet with her son's piss. She could feel his piss seeping from her tight asshole and cunt, soaking the seat of the car.
Brad sat close to her, his pants still around his knees. He had his hand shoved down her sweater again, playing with her naked tit. She felt the need to piss worse now, and wondered if she would make it home before trying to find a service station. It was too late to stop on the side of the road; they were in the outskirts, and houses were all about. The sun was not as hot, sinking in front of them.
She pressed a bit harder on the accelerator.
"You're going kind of fast, Mom," Brad said, taking his hand out of her sweater since they were in the outskirts.
"I have to," she said.
"But we're almost there."
"That's why I have to hurry."
"Why?"
"Because, damn it, I'm about to piss in my fucking panties ... if I had panties on."
Brad laughed. "Why didn't you piss back there in the woods?"
"I don't know," she groaned in misery.
They were a few blocks away now.
"Oh, shit!" Brenda groaned.
"Almost there, Mom," Brad said. "You can hold it for a few more minutes."
"Oh, yeah?" she gasped. "I just pissed, damn it."
"In your panties?" he laughed.
"I don't have panties on!" she wailed. She fought to keep from pissing more, but hot piss seeped and dribbled from her cunt.
By the time she pulled into the driveway, she was sitting in a small puddle of hot piss, her skirt soaked. She opened the door quickly, and began running for the door.
She fumbled for the key as her son came up, laughing.
"It's not funny, you fuck-face!" "I think it is," he said, and he patted her ass, feeling the wetness of her skirt.
"This fucking key ... "
"Let me," her son said, taking the key from her.
Brenda stood, legs crossed, a hand pressing at her pussy, waiting desperately for him to unlock the door. She looked around frantically. Dusk was settling, and she saw no one. She was about to start pissing right there, when Brad got the door open. Brenda shoved past her son hurriedly, almost running.
And she stopped halfway into the living room.
"Oh, shit!" she wailed, piss gushing from her pussy as she stood there. "I didn't make it."
Brad saw piss running down his mother's thighs.
"Lift your skirt, Mom!"
"Why?"
"I wanna watch!"
Almost frantic, Brenda jerked her skirt to her hips, piss gushing from her hairy cunt. She spread her feet, and peeled the lips of her cunt wide apart with her fingers, arching her hips forward. She looked down and giggled lewdly as she pissed with force. The golden stream of piss struck her son's feet.
Brad, his jeans about to fall from his hips, suddenly shoved them down to his ankles. He grasped his cock, wiggling it, moving forward and feeling his mother's hot piss on his legs. He still wasn't close enough, and he bent his knees. Brenda grabbed her son's hips, pulling him into her crotch, pissing on his cock and balls. Brad laughed in a lewd, young sound. Brenda smashed her mouth onto his, kissing him feverishly, pissing all over his cock and balls. "Now, you're as wet with piss as I am," she said, dribbling a few final spurts of piss.
Brad stepped back, peeling his T-shirt off, stepping out of his wet pants.
"Oh, that's right," she said. "You want me naked at home, don't you?" His eyes gleamed.
Standing in the middle of living room, Brenda peeled her sweater off, tossing it to the couch. She removed her soaked skirt, kicked her sandals off, and stood nakedly in front of her equally naked son.
They looked at each other, both pleased.
Brenda then gathered up their discarded clothes, taking them to the washer. Brad stayed with her, watching her, his eyes burning on her body. She winked at him.
"How do you like me?" she asked.
"Beautiful, Mom," he replied, his eyes taking in her tits and cunt and long, long thighs. "Are we always going to be naked together at home?"
"Well, probably most of the time," she said. "But once in a while it would be nice to wear something, like panties or shorts or . . . you know, anything exciting."
"I don't think I wanna go to school," he said.
"You have to."
"I'm learning more at home with you than in school."
She laughed, pulling him to her tits. "But not the same things, you fuck-face," she said with love in her voice. She ran her hands down to his young ass, cupping the asscheeks and pulling him tight. "Suck my tits a bit." She began rubbing her hairy cunt at his lower stomach. "Suck on Mother's tits and ..."
She stopped speaking as her son stuffed his mouth with a long, hard nipple. She felt his cock between her thighs, and squeezed it there, still holding his tight ass. Both were still wet and slippery with piss, and Brenda began to whimper in pleasure, feeling her son's cock hardening between her creamy, hot thighs.
Brad began to work his cock back and forth, fucking at her thighs, sucking her tit. He held her asscheeks, squeezing them, making his mother gurgle with pleasure. She held her legs tight for his cock.
"Don't come between my legs, baby," she moaned. "There are too many other places for you to come."
He pulled from her, his cock jerking upright, almost slapping his stomach.
"Let's not rush it now," Brenda said. "We have all the time in the world. We're home."
She took his hand and they went to the kitchen, where she prepared them sandwiches for a late dinner. Although his cock was rigid, Brad wasn't in any hurry now. He knew there would be no need to jack off ever again. Brenda, too, took her time, knowing her son wanted those things she wanted.
"Later, if you want," she said, "you can look at the other pictures I have."
"You have more, Mom?"
"Dozens," she said.
"Are they the same?"
"Different, most of them," she replied. "Men and women doing so many things to each other. You might even get some ideas, things you can do to me, or me to you."
"Are you sure I have to go to school, Mom?" he asked.
"I'm sure, you horny little fuck-face," she laughed, reaching over to caress his young face. "The things you learn with me are for fun, and he things you learn at school will help you get a good job when you're a man."
"I'm a man now," he said.
"Yes, you are," Brenda answered fondly. "More man than any I know. But it takes more than a hard cock to make a man, baby."
She left the kitchen the way it was. She could clean it the next day.
Taking her son's hand, she led him into her bedroom. She had always kept her room private, not letting her son enter it after she had fixed it up when her husband left.
Brad stood looking about with awe.
Brenda had placed mirrors in strategic places, all of them reflecting the big waterbed.
"Gosh!" he said. "You been having someone in here with you, Mom?"
"You're the first to see it, baby."
"But . . . you been sleeping here alone?"
She nodded, pulling his hand to her ass and taking hold of his cock. "I play with myself, watch in the mirrors. Not that I wanted it that way, honey. I wanted someone with me, and now I do."
"This is better than Dad's room," he said. "All he has is those pictures of naked men and women on the walls."
"Maybe I'm more adventurous than your father."
"You asked me if I was adventurous, Mom."
"Are you?" She asked, pulling at his prick.
"I think so," Brad replied, seeing their reflection in the mirrors. Everyplace he looked, he saw himself and his mother, even their backs.
"Then let's see."
Brenda climbed onto the big waterbed, spreading out, her arms and legs open, her tits swelling up. Brad looked at her, then the mirrors. He saw his mother's reflection from various angles.
When he climbed onto the bed with her, his cock was thrusting out in hardness. Brenda opened her arms, and Brad settled between his mother's open legs, his cock moving straight to her hairy, bubbling cunt. Brenda sucked in a hiss of air as his cock moved into her pussy. She looked up at the ceiling, seeing her son's ass.
She pulled the cheeks of his ass wide, seeing his asshole reflected.
She moaned softly with voyeuristic pleasure as her son began to fuck her, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. Brad, too, kept looking around the room as he fucked his mother, seeing their bodies from different angles.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"It's great, Mom!"
"Mmmmm, we can watch when we fuck, and you can see two or three of me when I suck your cock off. Its almost Uke having more people in here with us."
"I don't want anyone with us," Brad said, fucking his throbbing cock in and out his mother's cunt.
"Not even one?" she asked, holding his ass and watching it move in the mirrored ceiling. "Not even one pretty little girl with a lovely wet cunt and a hungry mouth?"
"Just you, Mom," he said, starting to grunt as he fucked his cock in and out of her fiery cunt.
Brenda grabbed the cheeks of her son's ass, lifting her legs into the air, spreading them wide for him. She loved seeing herself in the mirrors, and it pleased her that her son did, too. She had no idea of getting anyone else in this room with them, not now. Later, when he found interest in other girls, she would consider it. She most certainly would consider it when he was old enough to choose a wife, and then she would use her room to make sure the girl he married was as hot and horny as she and her son were. The many images reflected worked magic on
Brad.
He began ramming his cock faster into his mother's cunt. Brenda squealed with delight, grinding her pussy into him, his balls banging against her naked, piss-wet, ass. She clung to him, shoving her crotch up hard, letting her son fuck fast and deep, watching him in the overhead mirrors.
"I'm about to come again, Mom!" he gasped.
"Do it! Don't try to hold back!"
Her pussy gripped his cock hard.
She dug her hands into the cheeks of her son's ass. Watching in the mirror as she ran a finger about his asshole. She felt his cock jerking inside her cunt, and without warning, plunged her finger up his tight ass.
Brad grunted and gushed come juice into his mother's cunt with powerful spasms.
"Ooooo, wonderful!" Brenda cooed as her cunt rippled into orgasm with him.
Brad slumped on top of her, breathing hard. She held him cradled in her arms and legs until he finished gasping.
"Take your cock out and turn around," she said, her voice thick with emotion.
"Are you gonna suck it now?"
"No, baby," she replied. "We're going to be adventurous."
"What are we gonna do?" Brad asked, twisting until his cock was above his mother's face, his own face above her cunt.
"I don't know about you," she gurgled, "but I want to drink your sweet piss."
"You do?"
"Piss in my mouth, darling," she said. "Piss in my mouth and let me piss in your face! Please, Brad!"
"Yeah!" her son said.
His cock flowed, golden piss streaming from it right into Brenda's open mouth. She gurgled and swallowed, drinking her son's piss with pleasure. She sent a short, hesitant spurt of piss out of her cunt, and Brad, yelping, moved his face to her pussy.
"Mmmmmm," Brenda whined in perverse pleasure. She moved her head out of the stream of his piss. "Like it? Do you like feeling me piss in your face, baby?"
"Who gives a fuck?" Brad said, and he opened his mouth, pressing his lips to his mother's pissing cunt.
His tongue swirled and Brenda burbled with excitement, turning her mouth back to his cock. She held her open mouth only an inch away from his prick, taking the force of his burning piss into it, swallowing with delight.
With a yelp of ecstasy, Brenda wrapped her arms about her son's ass and shoved her mouth onto his cock, and she began to suck his cock frantically. She was no longer pissing, either. Her son was tongue-fucking her cunt with wild abandon, clutching her wiggling ass and lifting her pussy into his face.
Brenda gazed into the mirrored ceiling, watching as her son began to fuck his prick into her mouth . . .