Barbara knew how her son felt; she wanted him to fuck into her swiftly, too. But at the same time, she wanted to take it easy, feel the pleasure grow and swell.
She rubbed the head of his cock up and down her puffy cunt lips, smearing it with the oozing juices. She pulled it onto her distended clit, pressing hard. She made a soft, whimpering sound.
Shoving her son's cock downward, she turned it loose. His cock-head was just inside the hot lips of her cunt.
"Now!" she hissed.
Bobby lunged.
His cock slithered into her cunt, spreading the hairy lips of her pussy, stretching them. His balls banged upon the curve of her ass.
Barbara hissed loudly, her eyes rolling. "Ohhhh, God, baby!"
For a moment Bobby thought he was going to come, thought it would be over before he could fuck his mother. He held himself deep inside the hot wetness, gritting his teeth. He rested his hands on his mother's thighs, his body shaking.
"It's okay, Bobby," Barbara whispered. "I understand. Don't try to hold it back. It's okay if you come."
Bobby groaned. He came.
His cock lurched and began to squirt into his mother's fiery cunt. There wasn't anything he could do to stop it. Her pussy was just too hot, too wet, and too tight.
"Oooooh," Barbara gurgled when she felt her son's cock gushing into her cunt. "I feel it, honey! I feel you coming inside me! Let it go, Bobby! Come all you want! Come hard and feel good, baby."
The lips of her cunt began to squeeze at her son's spurting prick, milking at the base. She drew the thick come juice from his balls with the muscles of her cunt. It always happened that way when she felt a cock spewing into her; her cunt would start sucking by itself, as if it were thirsty for the creamy juice.
"Ooooo, me, too!" she gasped, an orgasm spasming through her pussy. "I'm coming, too! God, it's good, Bobby!"
The convulsions of her cunt sent tremors of ecstasy through her. Her tit, still showing, seemed to swell more. Bobby was no longer coming, but his cock was surprisingly hard. She grabbed his hips and began pushing and pulling, forcing his still-hard cock in and out of her cunt.
"You're still hard, darling?" she hissed. "Fuck me while you're still hard! Oh, darling, fuck me, fuck me quick!"
Bobby gripped his mother's twisting hips, plunging his cock in and out of her stretched cunt. The wet sounds of his balls slapping against her writhing ass excited them both. Barbara lifted her crotch to his ramming cock, meeting him lunge for lunge. She squealed and gasped as the pleasure renewed itself, centered between her long, creamy thighs. Her clit scraped along the shaft of her son's cock, burning and throbbing as hard as his cock was.
Bobby fucked swiftly into his mother's cunt. His face was screwed up, his cock throbbing, his balls hard. He rammed his cock hard into his mother's gripping cunt, making her naked tit jiggle. Barbara whimpered and pressed her steaming cunt hard onto him, grinding with lewd delight. She held his pounding hips with strong fingers, jerking him forward.
"Ohhh, baby, fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck Mother! Ohhhhhh, Bobby, fuck me! Your cock… so hard… so very hard! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Her cunt seemed to be tightening around his cock, squeezing it like her fist had. The tightness of his mother's cunt was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He thought her cunt was gobbling his cock, eating it, sucking it.
"Faster, Bobby!" Barbara hissed. "Fuck me fast! Oh, baby, you're going to make me come, again! Oooooh, I want to come again, Bobby!"
Bobby rammed hard, driving his cock into his mother's cunt with short, jerking stabbing motions. His balls smashed at the churning cheeks of her ass. He shoved his right hand up to grasp her naked tit. He clung to it tightly, his fingers sinking into the firm flesh.
"Ahhhh, harder, baby!"
Bobby was fucking so hard, Barbara felt the lips of her cunt being bruised. She didn't care; the sensations were boiling throughout her entire body.
"Ooooh, so close, Bobby!" she shrieked. "I'm so close I'm about to come! Oooo, give it to me… ram your cock up my cunt! Fuck my cunt, baby! I'm going to come."
Her cunt went into wild, searing convulsions, grabbing at her son's darting cock, sucking at it as her orgasm exploded.
"Again!" she screamed. "Again and again and again!"
Bobby thrust his cock deep, holding it there. His mother slammed her spasming cunt onto it, fucking powerfully.
"I gotta…" Bobby grunted. "Mother, I gotta come!"
"Yes!" she screamed.
Come juice spewed from his cock. Barbara felt searing juice splash along the walls of her cunt, causing her orgasm to increase. She shrieked with mindless ecstasy as her son flooded her cunt with creamy come juice. Through her orgasms, she could feel his cock throbbing with each spurt. She could even feel his balls writhing against the cheeks of her ass.
Slowly, her orgasms began to fade. Her body shook as her ass lowered. Bobby's cock slipped free, still dripping. He fell forward onto his mother's body, sliding to his knees. He shoved his arms about her waist, hugging her, his hot breath searing her naked tit. She felt his lips near the nipple; then she adjusted her body so the nipple slipped between his lips. She held the back of his head, stroking and caressing her other hand up and down his back.
Barbara's cunt felt full of come juice. It seeped from her pussy and into the crack of her ass. She shivered a final time.
"Are you happy, darling?" she whispered.
"Real happy, Mother," he said around her nipple. "That was great!"
He lifted himself from her, his eyes glowing. Barbara shoved a hand between her parted thighs, cupping her cunt. She felt his come juice hot on her palm.
"You filled me up, Bobby," she giggled, bringing her wet hand up and looking at it. "You sure came a lot."
Her dark eyes sparkled as she began to lick her palm. "Not only did you come so much in me, you taste good, too."
She used tissue paper to wipe at her cunt. Then tossed it into the toilet. She stood, smoothing her dress down and tucking her tit into the top. Bobby stepped to the toilet, arching his hips and taking hold of his prick.
"You have to pee?" she asked, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She moved her hand out. "Let me hold it, Bobby."
She held her son's cock as he began to piss. The golden stream excited her. She stared at his piss, hearing it splash into the toilet bowl. She wiggled his cock, giggling lewdly as she made him piss on the seat, then in circles.
"That's beautiful," she whispered, slipping her other hand into the stream of piss. "And hot." Bobby giggled as he watched his piss splash into his mother's palm, spraying outward. "Do you like this," she asked.
Bobby nodded, grinning at his mother.
She shook his cock, making a mess, and not caring. It was too exciting to care about a small mess easily cleaned up.
With thumb and forefinger, she cut his piss off, then let it go again. She laughed with a throaty sound, bringing his cock around. She released the pressure of her thumb and forefinger, and that made her son piss on her thigh.
But Bobby was finished, and she felt only a small amount of piss on her flesh. But even that small amount almost made her come again.
CHAPTER THREE
Barbara refused to let her son stuff his cock into his pants. She liked to see his prick dangling out. Bobby didn't mind; it excited him.
Barbara had been excited fucking her son, but she didn't know which was most exciting, his cock fucking her cunt or the way his piss felt on her hand, her thigh. It was strange that she had not known this aspect of herself. Pissing had never held any particular appeal as an enjoyable act.