only inches fro her as his right hand stroked her back. She leaned forward slightly and as their lips touched, Lisa felt as though she had been electrified. It was not a kiss normally associated with mother and son, but rather it was a long, searching kiss two people attempting to transmit something deeper than mere affection.
Lisa felt her hand heave her son's at her cunt and it took hold of the back of his head as she pouted her lips slightly and forced her tongue into his warm mouth. A new thrill passed through her, for she had kissed no man thusly since her husband had died. As her son's tongue brushed hers, it ignited a new fire in the woman's heated cunt and she felt herself submitting thoughtlessly to the moment, and to her own unanswered needs.
Craig felt his mother's tongue in his mouth and he realized that she had indeed wanted him and that the films must have been some soft of a message from his dead father. He felt her nipple grow and stiffen beneath his palm, and he felt his prick growing bigger and harder. Then his mother's arm was outside the tub and as her warm, wet hand closed bout his throbbing young prick, he nearly exploded at her touch.
'Oh, Mom… ' he groaned. 'That… that's good.'
Lisa felt her son's stiff prick in her hand and she knew she wanted him. Incest be damned! She was a healthy woman, not given to light relationships for mere sex, and if she had to turn to her son to satisfy her own needs, then turn she would!
She took his hand from her tit and spread her knees as she guided it to the soft, wet nest of her cunt. She shuddered slightly as his fingers stroked the tender flesh of her pussy-lips beneath the surface of the water. Then Lisa felt his finger move experimentally into her cunt.
'Oh, Craig,' she told him and sought his lips, 'that feels so good… ' and as their lips met again, it was Craig who took the initiative and forced his tongue into his mother's mouth as she stroked his prick wetly outside the tub.
Finally, their lips parted, and mother and son stared at each other breathlessly.
'I… I want to help you, Mom… really,' Craig said as he inserted a second finger into her cunt. He had no idea she would be so tight and as she fondled his prick gently, he felt a tremendous desire to just take her in his arms and hold her. His feeling of love grew as her fingers rubbed the sensitive head of his prick and he felt the twitching that usually ended with his prick squirting forth it's load of cum.
'Yes, yes, my darling,' she told him, 'I want you to help me. I've needed this so!'
'I… I think I'm going to… it's going to… ' the boy said as his breath came in sharp gasps.
Lisa felt his prick jerk spasmodically beneath her fingers. She wanted to pleasure him, too, but she did not want it to end so quickly. Removing his hand from her cunt, she kissed him again and told him to kneel on his knees beside the tub. As he obeyed his mother, she took hold of his prick again and leaned forward to rub the silken head against her cheek, then over her lips as his hands reached down for her swaying tits. She felt his palms cover both nipples, and as he squeezed gently, Lisa opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue.
She knew he was close to coming, but she knew, too, that a second come would take longer. Her tongue swirled around the head of her son's prick as he moaned and pushed his hips forward. She opened her mouth widely then and held the thick base with her fingers to guide it into her mouth.
As his mother’s mouth closed about the head of his prick, Craig’s eyes widened in sudden astonishment. He had expected her to kiss it, but his cock was actually in her mouth and she was sucking him off! He had never before had his prick anywhere near a girl’s mouth, and though he had viewed the same film he had loaned to Tim, he never actually considered getting a blow-job and especially with his mother!
Craig felt the sensation building as his mother laved the head of his thick prick with her tongue. As her mouth ovaled obscenely and she took his rod deeper into her throat, he clutched her boobs and cried out, “Mom… Momma!
Ohhhhhh… it’s going… I’m… I’m coming! Commmmming!!”
And as the first spurt of her son’s sperm burst forth into her hotly sucking mouth, Lisa pulled back and opened her mouth widely as she milked her boy’s prick with her hand. Spurt after spurt of thick white jizz splashed on her tongue and she stuck it out so that it barely cradled his jerking prick. Then as it dribbled from her tongue and ram from the corners of her mouth, she swallowed and took the entire length of her son’s prick into her throat. Craig cried out again and clutched at his mother’s head to bury his prick as deeply as possible in her sucking mouth. She felt his shiver; then as the contractions passed and his body heaved heavily, she swallowed again, contracting her throat muscles to milk the last precious drop of cum from his young prick.
Craig watched his prick shoot off when his mother opened her mouth, and he was amazed by the fact that she let him come there — then even more amazed when she swallowed not only his sticky white jizz, but his prick as well! It was the most sensational feeling he had ever experienced, far better than his quick screw in Suzy’s cunt, and better by far than jacking off!
As his mother pulled her head off his shrinking prick, Craig looked down at her and was so filled with love for her, that he felt the tears well up in his eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and as they kissed, he tasted the faintly salty fluid he had shot into her mouth.
Lisa shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts. Craig was sixteen and well on his way to manhood. She wanted her son now, more than ever before, but she wanted him to have her, too. She washed her face quickly and told him, “Go to my room, Craig, wait for me there.”
“Your… room? He asked apprehensively.
“Yes, get in bed and leave the lights off. I’ll be there in just a few minutes.”
Craig did as his mother asked him. He turned out the bedroom lights and slipped beneath the light cover of the bed, his head filled with confusion and desire.
His mother had actually sucked him off. She had taken his prick into her mouth and let him come, then swallowed his jizz!
Jesus! he thought, wait’ll I tell Tim! And he recalled again the film he had loaned to his friend: THE MOTHER FUCKERS. He hadn’t actually believed that such things happened in real life, but now as he lay between the cool sheets of his mother’s bed, he wondered… would she let him fuck her, too? And as he thought about it, his hand stole to his prick and he felt it grow again as he waited.
Lisa rinsed her body, then stood in the tub to towel herself dry. She slipped into the sheer gown, ran a brush through her hair and surveyed the image there.
She was a beautiful woman and she knew it-now, of her son wanted her as much as she wanted him, her problems would be over. She could wait comfortably, her needs fulfilled, until “Mister Right” came into her life… and. She wondered idly, did she really need one?
Quickly, Lisa walked through the guestroom, passed into her own bathroom and turned on the light there. She applied a heavy coat of lipstick to her full mouth, then sprayed her body lightly with a light perfume. Her short, dark hair halloed her pretty face and she fluffed it once, then picked up the silver eyeliner and applied the exotic makeup to her eyes. A Light brush of blue eye shadow, and she was ready to make her entrance.
Leaving the small nightlight burning behind her and switching off the overhead, Lisa opened the door of her bedroom and stood poised at the entrance. She saw Craig lying in her bed, and when he saw her standing there, he sat up in bed and stared. She moved into the room slowly and walked around the bed to the other side. She ran her hands from her hips to her stomach, then upwards to her full tits as they pushed against the sheer material of the short gown.
Craig looked at his mother, thinking he had never seen her look more beautiful.
He caught the faint fragrance of her perfume and his head reeled as he watched her move her hands over her lovely body to cup her tits. He fought the urge to jump from the bed and grab her to tear the gown from her body, to fuck her!
As he watched, Lisa lifted the hem of her gown slightly and exposed the thick, dark bush of her pussy to her son. He gasped as she spread the soft folds of flesh and touched her gash just once, then let the gown fall to cover her again.
Craign watched his mother wide-eyed as she walked seductively around the bed and stood before him. “Touch me,” she said softly and lifted the hem of the short gown she wore. The boy swallowed dryly and reached out to brush the tips of his fingers over the smoothness of her belly, then to the dark-haired patch of pussy hair. An electric thrill went through him as his fingers encountered the soft growth of hair; with the nightlight shining behind her, he could look between her legs and see the fully puffed, moist lips of her pussy. Lightly, he let his finger travel into that valley between her legs and as he did, she spread them slightly for him.
“Sit up on the side of the bed, Craig,” she told him huskily, and he did as she told him.
