Bob had always found his mother sexy. He knew she fucked a lot of men, but he never considered her as a possible sex partner. But today she was coming on to him. He was certain of that. And if she was selling, why shouldn't he buy.
Maggie felt a familiar throbbing between her legs as she gazed at Bob's muscles as he worked. She forgot he was her son, her flesh and blood. She pretended he was a handyman who'd come to fix the sink. A rugged, hard-cocked man who would relieve the itch in her pussy.
"You're not really embarrassed to see me like this, are you, Son?" she said.
"Ma, for a broad your age you're sure built."
"Have you ever had any fantasies about me, hon? Like when you and Judy are… you know… in bed?"
He seemed to be thinking. "Not as I can remember." Maggie frowned. "But when I was a kid I was dying to get into your pants," he said quickly.
The redhead brightened visibly. "Oh, all boys feel that way about their mothers. I'm just an old woman. Who'd be interested in a hag like me?" As she spoke she swung her foot back and forth, opening her robe further.
"You may be getting up there, but you know you're a damn good-looking woman," he said. Finished with the sink, he straightened up and sat down next to her. "Got some more of that?"
She poured him some coffee and sat back down. "Thanks, hon. It makes me feel good to know there's still a man around who thinks I'm attractive."
"But, Ma, you've got lots of boyfriends."
Her lips became two straight crimson lines. "If you're referring to my gentlemen friends, be assured we simply play cards together." She pursed her lips and brought her knees together.
"Hey, Ma, are you trying to tell me…"
Maggie giggled. "Ssshhh. Let's not talk about silly stuff. Let's talk about pleasant things." Her heart pounded harder than it had in years. She felt warm all over and her juices flowed. If only he would… but that was too much to ask.
Bob realized she was embarrassed. "Hey, Ma, whatever you say." He glanced around. "Got anything to go with this mud?"
Maggie rose up and began fixing him breakfast. "Pam makes horrible coffee and Judy sends you out without breakfast. It's a good thing you've got a mother who loves you."
Bob reached over and took her wrist. He kissed the back of her hand and proceeded to eat. "You're my favorite girl, Ma, and you always will be."
Maggie pulled her chair closer to his and placed his free hand on her knee. Parting her thighs, she watched him shovel food into his mouth.
Without thinking, she moved a hand between her legs and began stroking herself. When Bob noticed, his jaw dropped.
"What are you doing, Ma?"
She drew her hand up to her cheek and blushed. "Oh, my, I guess your mother has a little, uh, itch."
Bob pushed his plate away, turned to her and cleared his throat. He'd made up his mind about what he wanted to do. "Let me help you out, Ma."
With a rush of excitement she parted her thighs and let him caress her. Then with a grunt, he leaned over and slipped his tongue into her eager mouth.
All the pent-up passion within her spilled out and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her.
"Kiss me," she hissed, opening her mouth and sucking his tongue inside.
"Jesus, Ma, you're giving me a hard-on."
"I need you, darling," she said. "I don't know what's come over me, but I need you so."
She broke the kiss, running her lips over his face, his eyelids and his neck and ears. He slipped her robe from her shoulders and made a grab for her tits. He rolled the huge globes around with his hands.
Leaning back in her chair, the redhead closed her eyes and drank in the heady excitement. "I could come right now," she giggled.
"I can do better than this, Ma," he said.
They rose up and moved swiftly to the den. "Take me, Son, before I come to my senses."
When they sat down on the sofa, he took one of her tits in his mouth and ran his tongue over her nipple. This was the same tit he'd nursed on as an infant. Now it stood out, big and firm and stiff as a jelly bean. And he still loved it and always had.
Meanwhile his relentless licking brought chills to Maggie's spine. My own little boy, she thought with a giggle, stroking the back of his neck. My own little boy is licking my titties.
She arched her back, cradled his head and pushed her tit further into his mouth. His nose pressed her soft flesh and his warm breath engulfed her.
"Oh, darling, that feels so good. Now do the other one. Oh, yes, that's lovely."
As he licked and caressed and sucked her huge boobs his hand was busy exploring the furry cleft between her legs. He made smacking sounds with his mouth as he ran the tip of his tongue all around her tits and let his fingers comb through her cunt-bush. He loved the roundness of her belly and the pillowy warmth of her inner thighs. Each time he explored a new area of her body she moaned and wriggled her ass.
It wasn't long before she was totally turned on. She held his head in an iron grip and pushed her tits more firmly into his mouth.
Stretched out on the sofa, the redhead opened her legs and welcomed her son. "Hurry and take your clothes off," she said. "I want your cock inside me."
Out of his mind with excitement, Bob rose up, tripped and almost fell on top of her. They laughed as he ripped his clothes off. He stood before her wearing only his socks and was about to mount her when she stopped him.
"Take those things off," she said, pointing at his feet.
His cock swayed as he pulled his socks off. "Okay?" he said, his eyes eager and boyish. He had never seen his mother more beautiful.
The way he was staring at her made Maggie lubricate. According to society what she was doing was wrong, but she didn't care. She wanted her baby boy to fuck her. She wanted him to stick his cock so deep inside her cunt it would come out her mouth. And she wanted it now.
"Okay, darling," she said. "Give Mother that lovely cock before she goes crazy."
He climbed over her, adjusted his weight on his arms and nestled his prick between her thighs. He felt like he'd come home after a lifetime of searching.
"My little boy," she said, hugging him to her. "You're so beautiful and strong. You have such a lovely cock. Oh, darling, I want you to fuck me a long time. I want you to ride me until I'm bowlegged."
"I'll sure try, Ma," he said, kissing her throat and ears and tits and pressing his prick against her snatch.
She twisted around, expertly wrapping her legs around his back and reaching for his prick. She took it in her fist and pumped it while he nuzzled her tits.
Why is he taking so long? she thought. Doesn't he want to fuck me?
She scratched his shoulder. Hard. "Darling, why are you making Mother wait?"
"I want it to last," he said through a mouthful of tit-flesh.
"Oh, darling, that's wonderful," she trilled.
His mouth was moving down, down, down and his tongue darted over the roundness of her belly.
He glanced up at her, winked and grinned and proceeded to poke his tongue into the tangled mass of her beaver.
"I guess this is where I came from and now, I'm back," he said.
"Oh, darling," she moaned, straining to capture his tongue inside her slit.
"I can't wait to make you come," he said.
"Me either," she gasped. "What are you waiting for?"
"Aw, Ma, you taste so good. Don't make me stop."
He sounded like a ten year old boy at that moment and Maggie didn't have the heart to reprimand him.
Lifting her legs up, she encouraged him to kiss her gash. But when he saw the gaping hole between her legs he raised up and placed the head of his dick against it.
"Hey, Ma, I'm gonna fuck your brains out," he said.
"Do it, Son," she said. "Do it."
She had the feeling she was about to get the fuck of her life. Her heart pounded so hard she thought she might pass out. She could think of nothing but getting his big cock inside her. That beautiful cock she'd known so well when he was a boy.