James Barton: Incest neighbors

As his mother’s mouth closed about the head of his prick, Craig’s eyes widened in sudden astonishment. He had expected her to kiss it, but his cock was actually in her mouth and she was sucking him off! He had never before had his prick anywhere near a girl’s mouth, and though he had viewed the same film he had loaned to Tim, he never actually considered getting a blow-job and especially with his mother!

Craig felt the sensation building as his mother laved the head of his thick prick with her tongue. As her mouth ovaled obscenely and she took his rod deeper into her throat, he clutched her boobs and cried out, “Mom… Momma!

Ohhhhhh… it’s going… I’m… I’m coming! Commmmming!!”

And as the first spurt of her son’s sperm burst forth into her hotly sucking mouth, Lisa pulled back and opened her mouth widely as she milked her boy’s prick with her hand. Spurt after spurt of thick white jizz splashed on her tongue and she stuck it out so that it barely cradled his jerking prick. Then as it dribbled from her tongue and ram from the corners of her mouth, she swallowed and took the entire length of her son’s prick into her throat. Craig cried out again and clutched at his mother’s head to bury his prick as deeply as possible in her sucking mouth. She felt his shiver; then as the contractions passed and his body heaved heavily, she swallowed again, contracting her throat muscles to milk the last precious drop of cum from his young prick.

Craig watched his prick shoot off when his mother opened her mouth, and he was amazed by the fact that she let him come there — then even more amazed when she swallowed not only his sticky white jizz, but his prick as well! It was the most sensational feeling he had ever experienced, far better than his quick screw in Suzy’s cunt, and better by far than jacking off!

As his mother pulled her head off his shrinking prick, Craig looked down at her and was so filled with love for her, that he felt the tears well up in his eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and as they kissed, he tasted the faintly salty fluid he had shot into her mouth.

Lisa shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts. Craig was sixteen and well on his way to manhood. She wanted her son now, more than ever before, but she wanted him to have her, too. She washed her face quickly and told him, “Go to my room, Craig, wait for me there.”

“Your… room? He asked apprehensively.

“Yes, get in bed and leave the lights off. I’ll be there in just a few minutes.”

Craig did as his mother asked him. He turned out the bedroom lights and slipped beneath the light cover of the bed, his head filled with confusion and desire.

His mother had actually sucked him off. She had taken his prick into her mouth and let him come, then swallowed his jizz!

Jesus! he thought, wait’ll I tell Tim! And he recalled again the film he had loaned to his friend: THE MOTHER FUCKERS. He hadn’t actually believed that such things happened in real life, but now as he lay between the cool sheets of his mother’s bed, he wondered… would she let him fuck her, too? And as he thought about it, his hand stole to his prick and he felt it grow again as he waited.

Lisa rinsed her body, then stood in the tub to towel herself dry. She slipped into the sheer gown, ran a brush through her hair and surveyed the image there.

She was a beautiful woman and she knew it-now, of her son wanted her as much as she wanted him, her problems would be over. She could wait comfortably, her needs fulfilled, until “Mister Right” came into her life… and. She wondered idly, did she really need one?

Quickly, Lisa walked through the guestroom, passed into her own bathroom and turned on the light there. She applied a heavy coat of lipstick to her full mouth, then sprayed her body lightly with a light perfume. Her short, dark hair halloed her pretty face and she fluffed it once, then picked up the silver eyeliner and applied the exotic makeup to her eyes. A Light brush of blue eye shadow, and she was ready to make her entrance.

Leaving the small nightlight burning behind her and switching off the overhead, Lisa opened the door of her bedroom and stood poised at the entrance. She saw Craig lying in her bed, and when he saw her standing there, he sat up in bed and stared. She moved into the room slowly and walked around the bed to the other side. She ran her hands from her hips to her stomach, then upwards to her full tits as they pushed against the sheer material of the short gown.

Craig looked at his mother, thinking he had never seen her look more beautiful.

He caught the faint fragrance of her perfume and his head reeled as he watched her move her hands over her lovely body to cup her tits. He fought the urge to jump from the bed and grab her to tear the gown from her body, to fuck her!

As he watched, Lisa lifted the hem of her gown slightly and exposed the thick, dark bush of her pussy to her son. He gasped as she spread the soft folds of flesh and touched her gash just once, then let the gown fall to cover her again.

Craign watched his mother wide-eyed as she walked seductively around the bed and stood before him. “Touch me,” she said softly and lifted the hem of the short gown she wore. The boy swallowed dryly and reached out to brush the tips of his fingers over the smoothness of her belly, then to the dark-haired patch of pussy hair. An electric thrill went through him as his fingers encountered the soft growth of hair; with the nightlight shining behind her, he could look between her legs and see the fully puffed, moist lips of her pussy. Lightly, he let his finger travel into that valley between her legs and as he did, she spread them slightly for him.

“Sit up on the side of the bed, Craig,” she told him huskily, and he did as she told him.

Lisa looked down at her son’s upturned face-so like his father’s. She bent over and kissed him lightly on the mouth, then told him, “There’s something I want you to do for me, baby, will you do it?”

“Yes… “ he whispered as she cupped his face in her hands.

Lisa kissed him again, then whispered, “What I did for you in the bathroom… will you do that for me?”

At first, Craig was confused. His mother had sucked his prick… what did she mean? “H-how?” he asked her.

“Just kiss it for me, sweetheart and kiss it like it was my mouth-with your tongue.”

Then, Lisa straightened and lifted the hem of her gown again. Craig wore a bewildered look as she spread her legs and moved forward slightly. The nearness of her body to his was overpowering and if he understood her correctly, she wanted him to kiss her on her pussy. He wanted to please his mother — to help her — and if this would do it, he decided as he nuzzled her belly lightly and kissed her there, he was willing.

“Oh, yes, Craig… yesssss!” she said as his mouth touched her, then moved lower and she thrust her hips into his face as she took hold of his head.

Craig felt his mother’s hands on his head as she pulled him forward, the fragrance of her body filled his nostrils. He breathed deeply as his nose touched the soft hair above her pussy. Cautiously, he pursed his mouth and kissed her as she hunched to him. The moment his mouth came in contact with the soft, wet flesh of her cunt, Craig felt himself pulled to her. He arched his neck and found his mouth covering her pussy then. Tentatively, he flicked out his tongue and tasted her — the touch of his tongue on the flesh of her cunt excited him like nothing before and, without realizing it, the boy ran his hands up the backs of his mother’s legs and was cupping her fully rounded ass cheeks and pulling her snatch even closer to him.

Lisa writhed in pleasure as she felt his tongue enter her gash, and she pulled him to her fiercely.