“Oh, you’re back… where did you go?” Gwen asked him as he stepped back into the room.
“Just out to get a breath of fresh air,” he grinned, running his eyes down to the swell of her giant tits as they jutted out against the material of her sarong.
“Do you like my sarong?” she asked him with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips as she slowly pirouetted around in a circle.
“Just like I said, it’s a little tight around the top, isn’t it?” he laughed.
“I thought that was the way you liked it…” she purred, slowly reaching down and giving her sarong a little flip. As she did, the opening running down the front of the sarong flared open giving Preston a glimpse underneath it.
A searing jolt of electric excitement ripped through his hardening cock when he saw nothing but bare skin under the sarong. When she had first exposed herself to him, he had been so engrossed in her wondrous tits, he hadn’t even noticed if she had panties on or not. Now it was plainly evident that she didn’t and he had been right about her pussy. In the brief instant she had flashed him, he saw that her pussy was indeed smooth and hairless as a billiard ball.
“There’s a loincloth on your bed,” she murmured, stepping over to the couch and reaching down for the remote lying on the coffee table. “Why don’t you put it on and we can be twins…”
“Uh, yeah, okay, uh, sure,” he stammered, grabbing up his overnighter and stumbling toward his room while his mother flicked the TV on.
Dropping his overnighter on the floor by his bed, he quickly unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.
“My-oh-my-“ Preston heard his mother exclaim from the living room as he raced to undress and get back out with her.
“What’s wrong?” he hollered, toeing his socks off and reaching for the brightly colored loin cloth lying on his bed.
“Uh, you’ll see… you’ll see when you come back,” he heard his mother answer him as he wrapped the loin cloth around his hips and quickly tied a knot in it.
Looking down, he saw that there was no way he could hide the rock-hard erection that was tenting the loin cloth. But the way he felt at the moment, he didn’t really care. He was prepared to let nature take its course. If she saw that he had a hard on, so be it. Maybe it might even give her an idea…
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and brazenly walked back out into the living room.
His step-mother was still sitting on the couch staring at the TV as Preston looked over to see what she was watching. Preston did a double take when he saw what she was watching. There on the screen, plain as day, was a boy about his age up between an older woman’s legs, fucking the hell out of her with his big cock.
Quietly padding across the room in his bare feet, Preston stepped up beside his mother who was totally engrossed in watching the copulating couple on the screen.
“Oh, you’re back,” Gwen murmured, turning toward him, her eyes immediately sweeping down to his tented loincloth. “You look nice…”
“Uh, what are you watching…” he mumbled, staring at the television.
“That’s all that’s on the TV… see,” she told him, turning back to the TV, pointing the remote at it and stabbing the channel button. As she did another naked couple flashed onto the screen, but this time the woman was on her knees in front of the man and had her lips wrapped around his big, stiff prick.
Then, as his mother punched the channel button again, another couple appeared on the screen. This time the woman was lying on her back and the man had his face buried down between her legs. The woman was apparently enjoying his efforts the way she was groaning and writhing around on the bed.
Another flick and a new couple filled the screen. Preston was stunned that his mother was just sitting there flicking through couple after couple as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about the two of them watching other couples fucking. It was then that Preston saw that his mother had her other hand down under her sarong. And from the position of her arm, it was obvious where her hand was.
“I have the oddest feeling,” she mumbled, punching back to the boy and woman then setting the remote down on the coffee table in front of her.
“Uh, what do you mean?” he asked her as she turned back to face him and her eyes once again swept down to his tented loin cloth.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” she softly murmured, reaching out and tickling the tip of a long fingernail over the knot in his loin cloth. “I just feel all hot and tingly down inside. The same way I feel when I want to… you know…”
“You mean… you mean,” Preston gasped, unable to even say the word.
“Yes… I mean,” she whispered and he felt her fingers plucking at the knot in his loin cloth.
As he stared down at his mother in stunned disbelief, he felt the knot unravel and his loincloth drop away from his hips. It would have dropped farther, but it caught on his big, jutting cock. Gwen smiled, looking at his loincloth draped across his stiff cock. Then she reached over and lifted the cloth off his cock. As she did, his big, hard penis immediately sprang out into the open.
“Oh… so big… so hard…” she whispered, running the tips of her fingers along the thick, swollen shaft of his cock.
“Mom,” Preston groaned as she curled her hand around his cock and at the same time leaned toward him.
Preston fought to keep from losing it as he felt his step-mother’s soft, full lips close down around the shaft of his twitching penis.
Enveloping the head of his cock in the moist warmth of her mouth, she began to gently suck on it. Then as she began to slowly rock back and forth, Preston reached down between her breasts and began to franticly pull and pluck on the big knot holding her sarong together.
As Gwen continued to slowly work her lips back and forth on his cock, Preston could feel the suction growing as the knot finally unraveled and her sarong went slithering down her body. Gently pushing his mother back as her mouth lifted off his jutting, spit-coated cock, Preston reached down and gently grasped her by the hands.
Pulling her to her feet, he wrapped his arms around her and gently, but forcefully pulled her to him. Their lips touched, gently at first and her breasts were flattened against his hairless chest. Preston could feel the warm knots of her big, puffy nipples digging into his belly a little above his belly button. His mother’s giant tits were so large they dangled almost down to her own navel. They were so soft, so warm and squishy, Preston giddily thought as their kiss became more insistent and passionate.
As they kissed, Preston felt his mother’s long, sharp fingernails digging into the skin of his ass as she pulled him against her. As she did, Preston ground his big, hard penis into her hairless mons. His big cock was so long, its round, swollen head was jutting up almost brushing against the bottoms of her huge, drooping tits as they franticly kissed.
Then, keeping his lips crushed against hers and his body pressed against her soft, warm body, Preston turned her and began to slowly guide them back toward her bedroom. Guiding her as she backed her way across the room, he held onto her tightly as their tongues warred and sparred inside their open mouths.
At last, the rounded curve of her calves bumped up against her bed. As they did, Preston slowly broke the kiss and gently pushed her down onto her back. Her tiny, bare feet were resting on the floor and the backs of her knees were resting on the edge of the bed as she lay looking up at him with her big, green eyes. Then Preston reached down and gently spread her legs apart baring the fleshy, pink rift between them.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, reaching down and lovingly running his fingertips over the soft, limp folds of pink flesh that lay flat against the smooth skin, wetly clinging to her labia as the secrecy of her femininity gaped open, oozing out a stream of her succulent juices.
Reaching up to her tiny waist, Preston wrapped his hands around it and gently pulled her toward him until the cheeks of her round, little ass was perched on the edge of the bed and her pussy lay defenselessly exposed. It was so tiny, so delicate. It looked so small, it was hard to believe a penis could fit inside it.
Kneeling down onto his knees between her outstretched legs, Preston worshipfully leaned down and kissed one of her outthrust knees. Then he began to slowly kiss and nibble his way up over the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh. Up toward the silken treasure that lay awaiting him. The rich, pungent scent of her sex filled the air around him and grew stronger and stronger the closer he came to the oozing, gaping wound. As he kissed higher
