pleasure as he pounded on his cock.
If only her brother could see her now, she thought. Maybe he would be sorry for all those wasted years, those years when he could have fucked her instead of jacking off.
'Want to fuck me again, darling?' she mewled.
'Really, Mom?' Frank gasped. 'I mean, I can really do it again?'
Linda chuckled, a very lewd sound. 'If your cock is hard, I'd love to have it in my cunt again.'
Frank got to his knees, his cock straining outward. 'See, Mom! It's hard again! Let me put it back in you, Mom!'
'Take your pants off,' she murmured throatily. 'Take them off and it will be better.'
She watched her son tearing at his pants feverishly. She spread her knees wide for him, her hairy cunt fully exposed. Frank stared into it as he hurried out of his jeans, tossing them to the floor.
Linda giggled. 'You still have your sneakers on.'
With a faint blush, Frank jerked his shoes off and they flew across the room.
'Now, Mom?'
'Your T-shirt,' she purred, fondling her tits. 'I want everything off, darling! I want you naked, beautifully naked, this time.'
She sat there, and her hands lowered from her swollen tits. She rested her palms on her thighs, looking down into her son's startled face.
'No, I'm not going to jack you off,' she said in a low voice. 'I'm going to fuck you!'
'Mom, really!' Frank gasped.
'You just watch me!'
Leaning over, her tits dangling almost in her son's face, bracing her upper body by placing her hands on each side of his shoulders, Linda began fucking him furiously.
Her ass lifted and lowered, the searing lips of her cunt riding up and down her son's throbbing cock. She felt the sensation of stretching, as if her pussy had not been filled in years and years. She cried out with pleasure, her clit again swollen and very sensitive, scraped along the intensely hard shaft of her son's cock.
'Ohhhhh, God, it's wonderful!' she hissed, twisting her ass wantonly, ramming her cunt up and down. 'So fucking good, Frank! Ahhhh, I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you! I'm… I'm on fire, Frank! I need this! I need this so much! I need a hard cock… me! Oohhh, Frank, fuck me! Please, fuck me!'
Frank couldn't believe this was happening. His mother's naked tits were almost in his face, her nipples very tight and hard, and she was bouncing her ass up and down, fucking his cock with her juicy cunt. It was better than when Peggy jacked his cock, so much better. He banged his fists onto the bed at his mother's knees, gritting his teeth.
Linda pounded faster and faster, her cunt rubbing on his cock. Her eyes rolled and closed, opened and bulged. Her lips remained parted and her wet tongue slipped over them. She gasped and cried out as she rammed downward, taking her son's cock very deep into the satiny heat of her inflamed cunt. She hardly felt the open fly of his pants on the tender tissues of her hair-lined cunt. All she felt was the intense ecstasy of his hard cock inside her hungry cunt. She could feel her son's cock throb, feel his rounded cockhead sliding along the soft tightness of her cunt.
She slowed her wild bouncing and tried to fuck slowly, but the sensations drove her on. She swung her ass about, grinding as hard as she could onto his cock, mewling and sobbing as the rapture increased, intensifying until it seemed as if every inch at her naked body was on fire. She swung her head about, her rich auburn hair flying around her contorting face. Her pussy clasped her son's cock tightly, nibbling at it as she stabbed herself with it.
'Ohhhh, God, Frank? Ohhhh, my God! It's so good, baby! It's been so long since I've had a cock… a decent fuck! Ahhh, fuck me, Frank! Fuck Mother! I want it, need it!'
Frank grabbed his mother's thighs, his fingers digging into her satiny flesh. He arched his hips up, meeting the downward thrust of her cunt. His balls felt as if her ass was pounding, smashing, then. He wanted to come badly now, yet something was holding it back.
'Mom, I think… I might…'
'Yes!' Linda screamed. 'Oh, God, yes!' Frank didn't know what she meant. He was about to come and didn't know what to do about it. He was afraid his mother would be mad at him if he came, especially inside her pussy. Someone had told him a guy shouldn't ever come in a girl's cunt, but Frank didn't learn the reason for that. But the way his cock felt right now, whoever had told him that was full of shit.
Linda's cunt was vibrating, swelling, her clit so distended, it ached. She was approaching her second orgasm very quickly, and this time it came along slowly, allowing her to enjoy that most beautiful feeling in the world.
She rammed her cunt down onto her son's cock, smashing there, whipping her ass about in a feverish frenzy. She cried out as the feeling grew until it was all she felt, nothing else.
With a scream, she began to grind on her son's cock, her hip movements lewd and frantic.
'I'm going to come!' she screamed. 'Ohhhh, God! I'm going to come… come so fucking hard!'
Frank gripped his mother's thighs, his balls churning, so full he had to do something, and soon.
Then he did do something.
He came, right inside his mother's squeezing cunt.
'Ohhh, shoot it to me!' Linda yelled when she felt her son's cock unleash the hot squirt of his come-juice. 'Give it all to me! Come in me! Give Mother's cunt your sweet, hot come juice! Oooooh, spurt it, baby, spurt it!'
Linda's cunt pulled at her son's gushing cock, her hairy pussy lips gripping and flexing, squeezing the juices from big boiling young balls. She sat upright again, jerking her cunt back and forth as she dug into her firm tits again, her nipples bulging from between her fingers. She lifted her head to the ceiling, and screamed out the intensity of her ecstasy.
Frank, who had been shoving his cock upward, his ass lifted from the bed, slumped, gasping heavily, feeling his mother's cunt still grabbing at his cock. His balls weren't full now, and didn't hurt anymore. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He lay there, his young body tingling, to see what his mother would do or say. He was half afraid she would blame him for it.
Linda sat on her son for some time, her body slowly calming down. She felt his cock softening inside her cunt, and her hairy pussy lips squeezed it just before she lifted herself. She sat on his bed, leaning against the headboard. She drew her knees up, resting her chin on them, gazing down at his cock. The way his cock and balls hung out of his open fly excited her. She could see the wetness of her cunt on the cloth of his fly, and smiled to herself. She felt the need for more, satisfied but not satisfied. Fucking her son, coming so hard for the first time in her life without using her own fingers, it was like a door swinging wide-open, inviting her to enter into the world she knew was there, but had never found.
Frank lay on his back, staring up. He wondered if he should stuff his cock and balls back into his pants, or leave them out this way. He just didn't know what his mother wanted him to do. He felt almost ashamed of lying there with his cock soft. He wouldn't feel ashamed if it was hard, he felt. But what could a guy do with a soft cock besides take a piss? Girls liked cocks that wore hard, he figured. And his mother was a girl, wasn't she? Didn't she just fuck him? He wanted to talk to her, ask if he could fuck her again. But he lay still, his young body shaking.
Linda gazed at her son. He wore a T-shirt, but it was halfway up his chest now. She saw his belly button just above the waist of his jeans. But she gazed at his cock and balls more than anything else. His prick was wet with the juices of her cunt, and his balls, looking so small right now, were wet, too. Her palms tingled with the urge to caress them, to feel them. She resisted the urge, understanding her son's sudden shyness.
'Frank,' she said, her voice a low whisper. 'Did I frighten you?'
For a moment he didn't reply, then he nodded his head. 'A little, Mom.'
'Are you still frightened?'
'Not very much,' he said.
'Do you want to know what made me do that?'
'If you want to tell me,' he replied.
'I saw you earlier,' Linda told him. 'I saw what you and Peggy were doing. I saw your Uncle Brett on the floor, too, watching you.'
