Dragging her hand along his thigh, she tried to cup his balls, but his pants were in the way.
She had to satisfy herself by rubbing her palm up and down his crotch.
'Your mouth is so hot and wet, Mother!' she heard her son gasping. 'Really hot! like your cunt! Ohhhh, Mother, suck me… suck my cock!'
Karen began to move her mouth now. As her son came up, flicking his prick into her mouth, she went down, taking his cock deep. As he pulled outward, she sucked up, drawing on her son's cock hard as her tongue scraped the throbbing cock shaft. Soft squealing moans kept bubbling from her as she sucked.
Her mind was whirling with the pleasure she felt. The hot desire to devour his cock completely was very strong. She wanted to suck his prick down into her throat as deeps as she could, literally eat his cock from his body. She squeezed her eyes tight as she clung to his cock with her burning lips. A shiver of ecstasy rippled up and down her flesh.
'Mmmmmmmm!' she moaned again. 'Mmmmmmm!'
'Suck it, Mother!' Brett was grunting, fucking his cock up and down and pressing at the back of her head. 'Suck my cock! Ohhhh, so damned hot.., such a hot mouth, Mother! Ahhhh, suck my cock deep… suck it down your cocksucking throat!'
By the time the frantic words had ended, Brett was fucking his cock back into her mouth, and Karen was eating like a demented woman, sucking in a frenzy of erotic lust, her tongue swirling wetly as she gripped his prick with tight lips.
With a loud grunt, Brett arched upwards, fucking his cock to the back of her throat. Karen gobbled hard. A squirt of come juice splashed against her throat, rolling down before she realized he was coming. As the frothy come juice slithered down her throat, she gave a muffled scream and began to suck up and down on hit cock with furious motions; her tongue whipping all about.
Her mouth filled with spurt after spurt and she found her curt exploding in a series of orgasms, causing her ass to twist and her thighs to squeeze. The come juice ran over her tongue, coating it before sliding down her throat. The taste of her son's come juice was like a precious nectar to her, and she swallowed greedily, her tongue swinging in short, tight
circles about the spewing piss hole every chance she had. She was moaning as loudly as her son, the ecstasy within her own body as powerful as his.
Karen's lips gripped her son's discharging cock tightly, just past the head of his prick now as he finished coming. Her tongue licked hotly about the piss hole, and she took the final spurt of thick, creamy come juice into her mouth.
Even then, Karen didn't want to release his cock. She continued to cling to his prick with her lips, her tongue moving. She pulled his cock completely into her mouth again, rolling her tongue about as her son slumped back on the couch, panting heavily. He was no longer pressing at her head. He was now running his fingers through her hair, caressing her gently.
That was when the phone rang.
'No, please,' she pleaded as her son picked it up. 'Don't answer it, darling.'
But he was already talking to Sally. Karen began to open his pants all the way, sliding to the floor and onto her knees, dragging his pants to his feet as he talked to his girlfriend. Exposing her son's cock and balls, she shoved her face to them, nuzzling hotly, kissing at them with her wet, hungry lips. She paid no attention to what he was saying to Sally. She
was totally absorbed with his cock and balls. His come juice, the taste of it, still lingered in her mouth, and the only thought Karen had was to suck him off once more, to have his cock spew that rich, delicious come juice into her mouth again.
Bits and pieces of his conversation broke through her fogged mind, but his words made no sense at the moment. She gazed at his cock and balls, spreading his knees wide. His balls hung down heavily, and his cock rested on his stomach. Karen gripped his hips and shoved her mouth into his crotch, kissing wetly and nuzzling about, mewling with erotic pleasure. She licked her tongue along the shaft of his cock, then down to his balls. She flicked her son's balls with the tip of her tongue, then licked at his thighs along the sides of his balls, back to the shaft of his cock.
And Brett kept up a running conversation, looking down at his mother as she kissed and licked him. His cock was swelling again, lifting to meet his mother's lips and darting tongue. Karen dipped her face and opened her mouth wide, then sucked her son's balls in. She sucked at his balls, her eyes closed, mewling with pleasure as her tongue licked them. His cock lifted into complete hardness again, jerking and waving as she mouthed his balls the
way a small puppy would play with a toy or a bone.
Karen's fingers dug into his hips tightly, her long nails almost scratching his flesh. Releasing his balls, she raced her wet, hot tongue up the underside of his throbbing cock. She held the base with one hand and ran her tongue about his piss hole, circling the smooth prick head, licking with soft murmurs of pleasure. She tapped the tip of her tongue against his piss hole, and, as she tasted the seeping juices there, her murmurs became whimpers of delight.
Holding the phone in one hand, Brett caressed his mother's cheek with the other, running his fingers to her chin, then to her ear, then to her cheek again. Karen's body shook as a shiver flowed through her. She gazed for a long time at the smoothness of his cock, watching the clear juices seep out of his piss hole. Her eyes were smoldering with hunger. She pressed her lips to the head of his cock and kissed, sliding her hand to his balls. With a soft moan, Karen opened her lips wide, and sank her mouth onto his cock again. She closed her lips about the hard cock shaft and slowly went down on him, as if impaling her face on a huge, long rod. She went all the way down, her lips writhing at the base as her
throat began to work on the head of his prick. Finally she sucked upwards, and her eyes, open again, took on a fiery, glassy expression.
She began to suck her son frantically.
Karen was holding his hips again, mouthing him in a wild way, and Brett was arching his cock up for her, still talking on the phone to Sally. Karen was so involved, so hungry for his cock and creamy come juice, she could no longer hear his words. Her whole being was wrapped up in the hard throbbing of her son's prick. Her cunt was slippery with wetness; and the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs were wet as fuck juices ran along them. On her knees, she writhed her ass as she leaned into her son's crotch, her face bobbing up and down, her lips tight, her tongue twisting and swirling.
She lifted his balls and pressed them against her chin, loving the feel of them there. Holding his cock deep in her mouth, she rubbed his balls on tier chin, moaning as her cunt went through a small series of delicious contractions.
'Mother… Oh, Mother!'
Karen's eyes opened as the word came through to her. With her mouth wrapped about his cock, she looked up at him. He still had the phone at his ear, but his expression
was that of a young boy about to experience the ultimate pleasure in a very few moments. Karen's eyes flashed wickedly at him, and she sucked harder, fucking his cock with her mouth with rapid up and down movements.
'I'm about to come again, Mother!' Brett groaned, lifting his ass high. 'You're gonna make me come again! Oooooo, suck hard, Mother! Suck my cock hard!'
The spurting of his come juice for the second time in less than half an hour sent Karen's cunt into a boiling orgasm. Her hand left his hip and shot between her thighs, pressing hard against her convulsing cunt. Her throat worked to swallow the swift gushing of his come juice, her tongue licking as she raced her tight lips up and down his cock.
Whimpering in hungry ecstasy, Karen swallowed noisily, drinking from the spurting piss hole of her son's prick. Her eyes glazed over as the intense ecstasy seemed to wrap her whole body up with a heat that seared her flesh.
By the time she had finished sucking him off, Brett had replaced the telephone. He was again slumped on the couch, his chest heaving up and down, smiling widely at his mother as she sat back on her heels, licking her lips and grinning like a well-satisfied kitten.
She was still sitting there on her heels when Brett left the house.
