"Oh… good morning."
Janet turned around to see who had walked into the kitchen. It was Mitchell. His cheeks were flushed a little, and Janet wondered if he were embarrassed about seeing her after fucking her last night in the bathroom. Janet hoped he wasn't embarrassed. The last thing in the world she wanted was for her sons to be frightened of seeing her.
"Good morning," Janet replied. "Did you sleep well?"
Mitchell nodded his head. His eyes drank in his mother's beauty. She looked as striking and erotic as he could imagine. He wondered if she could tell that he had fucked Lesa Ann just a little while earlier, then dismissed the notion. Janet knew a lot, but she couldn't know everything that was happening. If she did, he suspected he would get a strong cursing out from her for fucking Lesa Ann.
Janet's eyes caught her son's. For a moment they remained motionless and silent, looking into each other's eyes, the communication between them unspoken but crystal clear.
Janet set her cup on the table, then tuned her back to Mitchell. She wouldn't fuck him in the kitchen. Last night she had gotten lucky when she gave Jonas the blow-job without being caught, or so she thought, but she wasn't willing to take that kind of risk again.
With her hand on the door knob, she asked softly, "Would you like to go someplace for breakfast? Just you and me?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"Ohhhhh! Mitchell, I'm going to drive right off the road if you keep teasing me like that!" Janet hissed as she drove down the freeway.
Janet's white skirt was completely unbuttoned, except for the very top one. Mitchell had his hand between her legs, her bikini panties pushed away, two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips and gliding against her clit.
Janet blinked her eyes, fighting to clear her vision. It was ecstasy having Mitchell's fingers driving into her cunt, and she could hardly wait to have his big cock where his fingers were right now. But she couldn't just pull over to the side
of the freeway. As lusty as Janet was, she was not going to risk being caught by the Highway Patrol.
"You've got the best body in the whole world!" Mitchell hissed, driving his fingers to the fist into Janet's hot, wet cunt.
As she drove, Janet unbuttoned her blouse down almost to the waistband of her skirt. She pulled her blouse around her tits, then tugged one lacy cup down so that her tit burst into view. Instantly, Mitchell's hot lips were surrounding her areola, his teeth and tongue scraping against the tingling, lust-hardened nipple.
"Awwwww! Mitchell, you make me so horny!" Janet confessed. "I never knew you were such a stud!"
Janet turned down the exit ramp. She wasn't certain where she was going, and she really didn't care as long as she found someplace private where she could finally fuck her son. Thinking of fucking in the back seat brought a sultry smile to Janet's face. She hadn't fucked in a car since she and Charlie were just kids.
Janet turned down a residential road, then down an alley. She switched off the ignition and turned to her son. Janet melted into Mitchell's strong arms.
"Oh, Mitchell… "Janet murmured before fusing her lips to her son's.
She kissed Mitchell, boldly thrusting her tongue between his lips. The taste of her son's tongue made Janet's cunt-lips tingle excitedly. She twirled her tongue around Mitchell's, twisting in the seat, groping between his legs to get to his delicious cock.
Very quickly, Mitchell unfastened the final button of his mother's white skirt, then took it off completely. He tried to work her panties down her legs, but Janet couldn't move enough to get her legs together. Angry, so horny he could not be patient, Mitchell growled and ripped the panties off his mother's hips.
"Ouch!" Janet squealed as the panties bit into the sweet flesh of her ass-cheeks before tearing away.
Though Mitchell was being very forceful with her, Janet loved it. Knowing that she could turn a stud on so greatly that he couldn't control himself, let Janet know that she was still extremely sexy, even if she was approaching forty years old.
Janet fumbled with her son's zipper, practically ripping open his slacks in her haste to get his cock out where she could do something with
it. When she curled her fingers around the throbbing shank of Mitchell's prick, Janet moaned loudly.
"Fuck me, my son," the big-titted woman hissed, not caring that phe was in an alley where someone-perhaps en route to work-might catch her fucking her own flesh and blood.
Mitchell pushed his mother away. At first Janet had a disapproving look on her face, clearly thinking that the boy had lost interest in her body. But when he shoved her roughly against the inside of the driver's side door, then. grabbed her knees and spread them wide apart, Janet knew she was in for a good time.
"Yessssss!" she purred, tugging down the other cup of her bra so both tits were out in the open for Mitchell's hungry mouth to devour. "Eat my cunt, Mitchell. I want to feel my own son's cock pushing into my cunt!"
Mitchell slipped down in the seat, raising and spreading his mother's knees just a little more. Janet was twisted sideways in the front seat. Her right foot was up on the top of the seat's backrest; Janet's left foot was on the floor of the car.
"Awwwwwww!" she moaned in ecstasy when Mitchell placed his mouth to her juicy cunt-lips.
With very little preliminary action, Mitchell
crammed his tongue into Janet's cunt. He dragged his tongue through the tight crevice of her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips as he worked his way slowly up toward her clit. While tongue fucking her, his fingers played over the sensitive flesh of her ass-cheeks and thighs. Even through her thigh-high stockings, the touch of her own son's fingers to her body was electrifying to Janet.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Mitchell crooned, shivering with lust, his cock standing out from his body and his slacks pushed down to his knees. He stuffed his tongue into his mother's cunt until his lips nuzzled her clit. Mitchell's arms were wrapped around Janet's thighs, the fingertips very close to the entrance to her turgid cunt.
"Yesssss! Oh, yesssss! That's it, my darling," Janet moaned, resting her head on top of the open window of the sedan.
"Mwmmmm!" the teenager slurped, sucking his mother's clit between his lips, applying a tender suction as his tongue whipped across the sizzling nub of fiery, feminine flesh.
Janet placed a hand on the back of her son's head. Whimpering with joy, she pulled him toward her cunt, forcing Mitchell's mouth to press hard against her cunt-lips. The boy's
tongue skewered Janet's cunt-lips, spreading the pink petals, tantalizing the woman's senses.
Opening her eyes, Janet stared at the sky overhead. It was a bright, clear, blue morning, a morning for her to spread her wings and experiment. Shivering, her legs spread obscenely wide, she held tightly onto Mitchell's head as he tongue-fucked her.
"Mmmmmm!" Mitchell moaned, pushing his tongue as deep into his mother's cunt as he could get it. He wished that she would let go of his head so he had more mobility, but he made no move to knock her hand away.
"Eat me! Lick my cunt!" Janet gasped.
She closed her eyes, feeling the sun on her face. Mitchell rubbed her clit with his lips, and she flinched at the shockingly erotic sensation of it. Janet's son licked her clit with such expertise it was both exciting and surprising.
Janet let herself enjoy the situation, not caring where she was or with whom. The only thing that mattered was her cunt and the fact that she was getting tongue-fucked amazingly well.
"Mmmmmm!" Mitchell slurped, cramming his tongue as deeply into his mother's cunt as he could possibly get it. "Your cunt tastes so good."
Janet, with the back of her neck against the window, purred softly. She raised her hands and cupped her huge, creamy, exposed tits. Janet pinched her nipples rather hard, enjoying the burning sensation that came from her nipples.