Baron DarkSide Fantasy 21B Double the Fun She slowly opened his door and looked in. Stopping for a moment, she stared lovingly at her son who was asleep. Unlike his brother, Tim was buried under the covers with only his head sticking out she quietly stole over to his bed. She slowly sat down on the side of the bed. She sat unmoving for several seconds, lovingly looking down at her son's face. How could she have been so lucky to produce two Adonis's? At last she bent over and gently lifted the covers, peeling them back down his body. As the covers slipped off, she saw that he was naked, too. It ran in the family, she laughed to herself. Peeling the covers down farther and farther, she at last uncovered her son's fat, thick love dagger. Tim didn't move for a while as his mother sat admiring his potent weapon. Then she adoringly reached down and gently lifted his impressive cock. Giving it a gently squeeze, she watched as both he and his indolent cock slowly stirred. As he groggily opened his eyes, a happy smile spread across his face when he saw sitting beside him holding his growing manhood in her hand. "Good Morning, my Darling," she cooed, "did you sleep well last night?" "Great," Tim grinned, his eyes dropping to her large, perfectly shaped breasts. "You're beautiful this morning, as usual, Mom." He smiled as his cock rapidly began to harden. "Why, Thank you," she tittered, "and so are you. And getting big and hard, as usual, too." "What do I owe the pleasure of this visit so early in the morning?" He yawned, sitting up and leaning back on his elbows. "It is snowing like crazy outside, "she told him, "and the radio said that everything is closed. Businesses, schools, everything. Since none of us can go anywhere, I thought I would take the day off too and spend it with my boys. How does that sound to you?" "It sounds like Christmas is coming early this year," Tim grinned, openly ogling her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. "Well, I came in to see what you would like for breakfast," Heather smiled, unable to keep from glancing down to her son's ripening love-fruit. "Anything that you want special?" "Just you," Tim said, looking at her with love in his eyes. "I thought you might say that," Heather smiled back at him. "Rick has already had his treat, so you can have anything you want." "I just want you," Tim said reaching for her "Oh, I love you," she moaned as her son's hands slipped under her gown and found her sensitive breasts. She closed her eyes and sat enjoying the feel of his hands on her breasts for several moments. She was glad her tits were not the gigantic mountains that filled most men's magazines. What they lacked in size, they made up in beauty. While they weren't huge, they were still more than a hand full for even her son's large, powerful hands. After a few moments of fondling, he took her large nipples between his finger and thumb and rubbed tweaked them roughly. Reveling in the feel of her son's hands on her breasts, she held his big, swollen penis enclosed in her hand. She marveled at the yielding hardness of his arrogant manhood. The fleshy cylinder of meat, muscle, and blood stood almost nine inches tall. Wrapping both of her hands around the thick, solid shaft of meat, she still couldn't cover al of the round, firm shaft. At least an inch or bare, ripe cock showed above her hands. Sliding one hand up, she tenderly caressed the plum colored helmet of his love-warrior. Wrapping her fist around it, She was pleased to find it almost filled her whole hand. Gently running her hand over the hot, round cockhead, she could feel his slippery pre-fuck juices coating her palm. As she toyed with him, his twitching, jumping cock evidenced his urgent desire. Finally, she let go of his gigantic cock and gently moved his hands away from her tingling breasts. Smiling wickedly, she pushed him down onto his back. Standing up quickly, she took the bottom of her flimsy gown and lifted it over her head. Letting the gossamer nightie slip to the floor, she paused for a moment to let him see standing before him completely naked. Smiling wantonly, she slowly lifted one knee up and rested it on the bed. This quickly brought Tim's eyes down to her furry pubis. Then, she shivered with wicked expectation as she felt a trickle of her syrupy juice seep out of her wet pinkness and run down her inner thigh. Her fleshy gash was wet and ready for him. "Oh, you made me leak," she wheezed excitedly, feeling the sticky heat of the thick fluid oozing out of her womanhood down onto her milky white thigh. "Do you want me on the top or the bottom?" "I want to be on top," Tim puffed excitedly. "It doesn't matter to me," she muttered, quickly crawling up on the bed and rolling over onto her back, "just as long as I have your big, fat cock in me," Spreading her long, tapered legs, she prepared herself to be mounted by her oldest son. Smiling, she reflected that she did sometimes felt like a brood mare in a stud farm. It seemed like one of her sons was always at the ready and sniffing her out. Not that she was complaining, she laughed to herself. Scrambling up to his hands and knees, Tim paused for a moment. She watched him quickly sweep his eyes up and down her body. She could see the desire and hunger in his eyes. She wondered if he really understood the significance of what they were doing? She was freely offering him her most precious and sacred possession. He must know what it meant, she thought as her eyes misted over and she gazed up at her son, her life-mate and her lover. She wished she knew what he was thinking as he stared into her eyes. Did he think she was beautiful? She thought of herself a pretty, but what did he think? She watched as his eyes slowly moved around her face, out to the tawny gold hair spilling out onto the bed and outlining her face. She slowly, lewdly licked her full, soft lips as she waited. Did he find her lips kissable? He must, she thought as she remembered back to the day they had spent a whole afternoon just kissing. He had asked how a woman liked to be kissed and she had shown him. They had spent the rest of the day kissing, just kissing, nothing else. She also remembered how chafed her lips had been the next day. It had taken several days for them to heal. But, such was their love. "God Mom," he shuddered, his cock bobbing up and down excitedly as he crawled up between her outstretched legs, "you are the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world." "How nice," she smiled, watching him maneuver up between her long legs, his thick, potent love weapon bouncing up and down wickedly. "I'm glad you think I am pretty." "Pretty, hah," he snorted, "gorgeous!" As he crawled over her, she reached down between them, gently taking hold of his brick-hard penis. She was amazed at its hardness. It was if a sculptor had sculpted a wonderful, perfect cock out of steel and then somehow welded to his groin. She never tired of looking at it, especially the way it now jutted out hard and ripe. She liked to see it soft too, but that rarely happened. As she looked at it, its single glaring eye stared back at her defiantly. It seemed to be wickedly mocking her as she gently forced it down toward her overripe wetness. His hooded monster was so stiff and hard, she had to strain to maneuver it down away from his muscular stomach. As she guided him down to her waiting wetness, he lowered his hips. Then she felt the bloated head of his cock touch her softness. Then her vision of the imminent union of their bodies was obstructed as his lips found hers. Blindly, she shepherded his stiff cock down to her weeping slit as they kissed. He kissed her softly at first, but the kiss quickly became more and more demanding. Then she felt his big, hard cockhead slip inside her overheated oven. As it did, he crushed his lips down on her, driving his tongue into her mouth. She was being penetrated on two fronts by his insistent tongue and his eager, probing cock. As he slid his throbbing hugeness into her aching cunt, their tongues fought wildly. Like two serpents, entwined in a lewd dance of passion, their tongues twisted and fought in a fiery frenzy for several moments until they finally had to break for air. As their mouths parted, she sucked her son's granite hard cock deeper inside her hungry pussy. Their whole reason for life was now centered at the flaming point where their bodies now melded into one. She exulted in the feel of his big, heavy penis sliding deeper and deeper into her hot, sucking, clinching pussy. She moaned with pleasure. It was almost more than she could withstand as she felt the giant cock slowly easing its way down the slippery wetness of her love-canal. She could feel the big, purple cockhead stretching her vagina to its limit as it squished through the meaty heat of her cunt. All of her concern was focused on her cunt. Nothing else in the world mattered at this moment. Just the ecstatic gush of pleasure that was pouring from the soft, clinging insides of her pussy as it lovingly wrapped itself around the big, thick shaft of meat. "Oh, Fuck, Mother," he gasped as he thrust himself into her. "Oh, Yes, Baby, Fuck, Mother," she murmured with childlike fervor. She could sense his fight to hold back the wellspring of semen she knew was straining for release. She knew that it would take very little to push him over the edge. It would take nothing to make him release his superheated manseed into the wet, sodden depths of her clutching cunt. Smiling mischievously, she suddenly tightened her vaginal muscles down around his supercharged cock. That was all it took. The titanic tug of war on his emotions gave way and his cock began to spew out a torrent of potent seed-laden cum. Spewing and spurting the potent cream back into his own birthplace. The absolute depravity of it sent a spasm of wicked pleasure arcing through her cunt. Orgasming herself, she reenacted the very act which had produced him, except this time he was the perpetrator of the profane act. As she clenched herself down around him, she felt the flood of white-hot, life producing milk come spewing out of his hardness into her sucking pussy. It felt like a tidal wave of rich, sperm filled cum pouring out of him. There was so much of the hot, frothy semen, it filled her cunt and almost immediately spilled out onto the bed. Unlike a normal ejaculation, his cock was like a firehose spewing a continuous stream of creamy, white syrup into her. There were no spurts. No stopping it now. It just spewed out in one uninterrupted eruption. On and on, it went. Holding him pressed against her quivering breasts, she felt him lock the muscles of his back, arching it and impaling her with his spewing cock. Grunting and straining, he shoved his cock into her as deeply as possible. She lovingly scraped her fingernails over the tightly clenched cheeks of his ass as she felt the behemoth wedged inside her pussy continue to spill its virulent load into her. When would it stop, she wondered as the flood of semen pouring from her son's virile balls continued to gush forth. Then as suddenly as it had started, it quickly slowed to a trickle and stopped. "Goodness, Baby," she murmured as she felt his cock begin to shrink inside her. Reluctantly, she unclenched the muscles inside her pussy, letting his shriveling cock slowly retreat down the sodden chute of her cunt. Panting, he slowly let his weight down onto her. "MY GOD, Mother," he finally wheezed. "I think I broke something down there. It's never came out like that before." "I know," she smiled up at him, his face only inches from hers, "you just kept shooting it out. I didn't think you would ever stop." "I know," he sighed. "I'm sure that you're fine," she smiled up at him, "you always have an intense orgasm when we make love." "Yeah," he agreed, "but this one was really strong." "Well, why don't you take a little nap," she told him, "and we'll try it out again later to make sure it isn't damaged permanently." "Great," he chuckled softly, giving her a little hug. Gently, she pushed push him away from her, letting his shrinking prick pop out of her. As it did, it was followed by a great gusher of expended cum. "Oh, my," she laughed softly, "it's all coming out." "I'm sorry," he apologized. "That's okay, Baby," she murmured, knowing he was drifting off, "I'm not complaining." "Go ahead and go back to sleep," she smiled, "and I'll go down and fix us some breakfast." "Okay," he mumbled sleepily...