"Bobby! Can you come in here for a second, sweetheart. I need your help, Son!"
Bobby's face dissolved into a devilish grin. He couldn't believe his luck.
"Yesss! There must be a God after all," he muttered. Polishing off the rest of his beer, Bobby headed eagerly for the bathroom and opened the door. He tried to appear calm, but when he saw his mother, he almost gasped out loud. Cathy was standing in front of the mirror, trying to fasten the catch on her necklace. She was wearing only a short robe, but she hadn't even bothered to pull it closed. Bobby could see half of each tit and all of her fur-covered mound.
"Help me with this darn thing will you, baby. I can't get seem to get the catch to stay closed." Bobby just gazed at her.
"Stupid, damn thing!" muttered his mother. "I don't know why I bother taking it off sometimes. Do it up for me will you please, sweetheart?"
As if in a dream, Bobby stepped up behind his mother and took the clasp from her fingers. He noticed that his own fingers were shaking, an hoped that she wouldn't notice. He glanced over her shoulder into the mirror and froze, staring down at his mother's pussy. It was clearly exposed. The light blonde hairs covering her mound doing little to hide the pink, glistening slit that nestled at the base of her creamy thighs. It looked puffy and wet and, as Bobby guessed correctly… ready for cock!
Cathy had enjoyed her shower immensely. The sharp, hot needles of water had at first relaxed her, but then her thoughts drifted to Bobby, and how she had turned him on in the car tonight.
So much so, that he'd jacked off! The more she though about how big and hard his young cock had been, the more excited Cathy got. The warm spray against her body began to stimulate her, and soon, the horny feelings in her cunt became so unbearable that Cathy was forced to do as she had done for so many years now… she dropped a hand between her long, slender legs and began to masturbate vigourously. She came quickly, but as always the hunger remained. She knew what she needed… the only thing that could ever satisfy her completely… a long, thick, hard cock stuffed right up her cunt! And as she stepped out of the shower, Cathy knew how she could get one too, if she played her cards right. Now it was happening! Bobby was obviously excited. She could feel his prick touching her butt, and it was hard… real hard. Cathy wanted to reach around a take it in her hand, but she suppressed the urge, it wasn't the right moment yet. Instead she pressed back against him, pretending to become impatient with him.
Cathy felt her son's stiff cock press delightfully into the crack of her ass. Watching him in the mirror, she pretended to hum a tune and began to rotate her ass against him in tiny circles, as if she were doing a slow dance. All the time rubbing her backside slowly against the boy's prominent bulge. Bobby couldn't keep his mind on the job anymore. He was having difficulty concentrating on anything now, except how nice his mother's firm butt felt against his straining cock.
"What's wrong, honey…? Having trouble?" breathed his mother.
"Ahhh… No… Ehhh, I mean yes, I am!" stammered Bobby. "It's hard when you keep moving around like that, Mom!"
"Mmmmmmm, it sure is, baby!" Cathy whispered, pressing back against him. Bobby suddenly realized that his mother was doing it on purpose. He pressed his cock against her even harder and began to stroke her bare shoulders with his fingers. The necklace fell to the floor, completely forgotten.
"Do you like that, Mom?" asked Bobby, looking at her in the mirror.
"Yessss! Ooooh yes, baby! I love it!" gasped his mother, leaning against him. Bobby saw the hot gleam in her eyes and read it for what it was. He'd seen that hungry look before… on the faces of all the girls and women he'd ever fucked, and it excited him beyond belief to see it now on the face of his own sexy mother! Emboldened by her lust, Bobby slid his hands inside his mother's robe and cupped her tits with both hands. Cathy arched back against him and made a low, animal sound deep in her throat, her eyes going instantly moist with desire. She threw all pretense to the wind now, and began to writhe her ass back against her son's bulging crotch in the most suggestive manner, at the same time delighting in the touch of his hot hands on her aching tit-flesh.
Cathy stared at her son in the mirror. The look on his handsome, young face made her pussy twitch. She closed her thighs tightly, and a ripple of tingling hunger burned through her cunt. Bobby rubbed his mother's nipples to erection, pinching and squeezing the hard little buttons until Cathy began to groan loudly with pleasure.
"Lower, honey!" she gasped. "Move your hands lower! Touch momma's cunt!" Bobby left one hand on his mother's tits, sliding the other down over the curve of her belly, and into the moist, inviting cleft between her legs. Cathy gasped when she felt the exquisite pressure of her son's fingers on her cunt. He rubbed her expertly, the outside fingers massaging the lips of pussy while his middle finger dipped inside to explore the soft, slippery depths of her hot cunthole.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Bobby! You gorgeous child! Fuck momma's cunt with your finger, baby! Oh, God! Fuck yesssssss! Deeper! Stick it in deeper, lover!"
"I will, Mom!" groaned Bobby, thrusting his finger in as far as possible into his mother's juicy, gaping slit. "I'll fuck you all right…! Jesus Christ, you're wet…! Ummmmmm, so fuckin' hot and wet!"
"Oooooh! It's you, sweetheart!" gasped Cathy. "Just thinking about your cock has made me all hot and gooey…! God, baby, I need it real bad!" Cathy reached round behind her and groped for the bulge in her son's crotch. She squeezed his prick through the material of his pants, marvelling at the hugeness of it. It jerked and twitched under her palm as if it had a life of its own. Locating her son's zipper Cathy jerked it down and slid her hand inside. Bobby gasped as he felt his mother's cool fingers grasp his prick. It was hard as steel, and Cathy found to her surprise and delight that her fingers didn't quite meet around its huge circumference.
"God Almighty! Jesus, you're hung like a fuckin' horse!" gasped Cathy, jerking on her son's huge, erect shaft. "Ohhhh, baby, I'm so hot…! I want it in me! I want you to fuck me with it…! Do you want to, Bobby…? Do you want to fuck your mother?"
"Oh God, Mom, yes!" he groaned. With a cry, Cathy let go of her son's cock and removed his hand from her cunt. She spun around and threw her arms around his neck. Her full, red lips opening over his in a firey, french kiss which Bobby returned with equal passion. His mother's naked body was pressed full-length against his own, and Bobby was aware of every wonderful inch of it. Her soft tits were crushed between them, the hard, pink nipples drilling into his chest. Her tongue darted hotly in and out of his mouth. And best of all, between his mothers legs, his cock rubbed deliciously between the lips of her hot, inviting cuntslit.
Cathy broke the kiss and grabbed her son by the hand, as she had when he was a little boy, and pulled him into the next room. Without a word, she stripped off her robe, and flopped backwards onto the bed, her legs falling wide apart. She stroked her cunt, enjoying the look of hunger on his face.
"Take your clothes off, darling! I want to see you naked too!" grinned Cathy, staring openly at her son's bulging crotch. Bobby just stared at her, his eyes on the moist, pouting lips of his mother's blonde-fringed pussy.
"Oh, Mom! You're so beautiful!" he murmured, pulling off his clothes. As the boy stepped out of his pants, his cock jerked free, standing out from his crotch, stiff as an iron bar. Cathy gasped at the sight of it.
"Ooooooh, Bobby! What a gorgeous prick…! You really do have a big one, don't you, baby?"
Without waiting for an answer, Cathy sat up and bent towards him, her tits swinging like two firm melons. She grasped her son's prick tightly in both hands, trembling with excitement as the thick pole of flesh jerked powerfully between her fingers. She began to stroke it up and down, totally mesmerized by the length and hardness of the boy's lust-swollen tool. Bobby looked down at his mother and saw the way she was looking at his cock.