beam.
It was Johnny, my own son! I had fucked and sucked my own son! I had swallowed my own son's cum! My own son had given me a fantastic, mind-boggling fuck, and I had given him an incredible blow-job!
'Hi, Mom,' he said softly. 'That was one
hell of a job you did on my prick'
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Johnny had come home early after we fucked at the Scout camp. I thought I knew the reason, or hoped I did, and found out I was right.
He wanted to spend the rest of the summer fucking me! And eating my cunt! And I couldn't have been happier. I was so hungry for teenage cock by then that I would do almost anything to get it. And what better way could there be than taking your own son to
bed? Or, if you happen to be in the kitchen, than having him ram his hard young cock into your cunt while you sit on one of the stools at the breakfast nook?
That's where I was at the moment, wearing only my housecoat, with nothing underneath. It was open at the top, and my big, soft tits were almost falling out.
Johnny was sitting next to me, wearing just a pair of undershorts. We had just gotten up after sleeping alone our first night home. I looked down and saw that his cock was hard- awfully hard-and it was straining at the crotch of his shorts, threatening to bust right through.
He was no hornier than I was. My cunt ached with the thought of his hot, hard cock fucking hell right out of me that night in the tent. And I could almost taste the sweet goodness of his hot cum.
God, I wanted to reach right over and grab his hard young prick and suck him dry right there and then. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
'Johnny, I've got to fuck you again, I hope you know that,' I said, unable to control my passion. 'I have a feeling you want to fuck me, too-don't you? You do, don't you?'
I knew my voice sounded like I was pleading -almost begging-my teenage son to fuck me. It may sound incredible, but at that moment, only lust filled my body, and I wanted to have him fuck me so badly I could scream.
But I need not have worried myself. His body was churning inside, I found out later. He was ready to pounce on me and fuck my ass right off. When I told him how I felt, he almost jumped off the stool and ripped my housecoat off.
'You bet your ass I want to fuck'' he yelled. 'Where were you last night? I was afraid you were ashamed of what happened at camp, and didn't want to ever feel my cock fucking into your cunt again. I hardly slept at all last night. I was horny and hot to feel my cock inside your hot, wet cunt!'
I yanked at the belt of my robe and let the whole damned thing fall to the floor. I stood before Johnny, my tits heaving up and down heavily with my hot, labored breathing. My cunt was so wet that little rivulets of cuntjuice rolled down my leg as I stepped over to the stool where he was sitting.
Without a word, I slipped my hand inside his shorts and squeezed his beautiful young hard-on. It was big and hot and his luscious
prick filled my fist.
With my other hand, I slid his shorts down and then kicked them away. Then I pulled Johnny to me and let him bury his face in my soft tits, just like he did when he was a baby, sucking on them and making me feel all quivery and wet and hot and so fucking excited by it all that I nearly lost my mind.
His hands were all over me then, rubbing my tits and my back and squeezing my asscheeks, and even jamming a finger right up my wet, trembling cunt.
Neither of us could take much of this… that much was certain. We'd both come pretty fucking fast if we stood here playing with each other's hot bodies much longer.
I jumped up on one of the stools, so my cunt was just right to take his hard prick. I sat so that my ass was right on the edge of the stool, with my pussy-hair all glistening and damp and musky. I put one leg up on the countertop, spreading my legs wide.
'OK, fuck me, darling,' I whispered huskily, lowering my eyelids, gasping softly to catch my breath. 'Give me all of that beautiful, throbbing young prick of yours. Ram it right up my cunt, darling-right now!'
Johnny may be pretty new to fucking, but
he sure doesn't need any second invitations when it comes to dipping his sweet prick into a good, tender piece of cunt-meat.
My cunt-lips were open and pink and as inviting as any he'll ever see, if I do say so myself. He stepped right up to the stool and pressed his hard, throbbing young cock right against my cunt-his mother's hot, widespread cunt.
And then he shoved with his hips-hard-and sent that gorgeous hard cock of his so deep into my cunt that he damned near knocked me off the stool.
'Uuggghhh,' I moaned. My cunt felt like it had been filled instantly with the hardest, deepest-fucking cock I'd ever had.
'Give it to me, baby,' I whispered huskily, almost demanding he fuck me crazy. My voice had a menacing, formidable urgency to it. 'Fuck me as hard as you can, baby, and ram that prick of yours as deep as you can! I need it bad sweetheart! My cunt needs that hard cock so fucking baaaad!'
I was whimpering, filled with lust, torn by a deep, aching need in my cunt for the depraved sex I was about to get… which I had to have!
I knew it was against everything society and
nature has decreed is right and normal. I knew it was flaunting all the moral codes ever known to man, to want to fuck Johnny, my own flesh and blood! But the terrible hunger burning within me, the incredible longing to feel his body pressed against mine, his cock fucking me deep and hard, was simply too much. I was too weak to resist the magnetic attraction of his gorgeous young body.
Besides, we had already fucked. So what harm was there if we wanted to keep on fucking? These were the thoughts racing through my mind as Johnny began to pump his hard prick into me-his hard, teenage cock… pumping into his mother's wet cunt.
He practically knocked the breath right out of me as his stiff, throbbing young cock-so nice and long and heavy, and so fucking hard -drove up into my juicy crotch.
Johnny clutched my hips and asscheeks, putting one foot right up onto the bottom rung of the stool, and fucked my dripping cunt with his burgeoning prick.
His cock was pulsing-on and off, on and off-beating a constant beat of passionate, hungry craving as he fucked in and out, faster and faster, taking me right up off the seat, sending my mind soaring and making my cunt
burn.
His big, hard cock was boring into me savagely, grinding against my hot clit and thrilling me with its length and girth. Johnny had one of the very best pricks I ever fucked.
Christ, why did he have to be my son? I asked myself. But fuck that, he was, and I couldn't change it. All I could do right now- all my cunt would allow me to do-was forget that this wonderful young fucker was Johnny, and just remember that I was getting a cunt-reaming that beat anything I'd had in years.
My pussy was clogged with my hot cuntjuice by that time, and Johnny was pumping his prick in me so fast and so hard and so deep that the cream was flying in all directions every time he brought his cock out on the backstroke.
Cuntjuice was spraying over my asscheeks and all over his balls. But I didn't give a shit… my cunt was so hot by this time, I couldn't think of anything except getting my rocks off, which was going to be soon.
Johnny slid a finger down between our tightly pressed bodies and touched my erect, inflamed clit, and still kept pumping the meat to me at the same time.
When he did that, I raised right up off that
