Ian Stuart: Home-Made Loving

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Ian Stuart Home-Made Loving
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She watched his face change and tighten, his eyes gleam and his lips purse and loosen as he caressed her tits, becoming more and more aroused. “No, Mom. You are wonderful, so wonderful.” He leaned close and kissed her cheek and then her lips. She opened her mouth under his and sucked in his active tongue, pulling it in and out of her lips, trading spit, laving his cheeks and gums and roof of his mouth with her slashing tongue. He began to tremble and breathe hard, and she knew that the hot, moist activity of her tongue in his mouth was bringing him near to his climax. She slowly ceased, bringing him down slowly from the plateau of passion she had raised him to.

Without further begging, he lowered his head and began to kiss the upper slopes of her breasts, his wet lips trailing over them. She shivered at the sensations running down her spine. As he leaned slowly over her, the huge, swollen knob of his cock trailed along her side, hot and slick, oozing his fuck-juice. She wanted to reach down and touch it, seize the huge staff and begin to pump it. But at this moment, at least, she was unable to bring herself to it. One of his hands reached down and caressed her belly just where the heavy bush of her pubic hair began and then slid down slowly, to caress the puffed outer lips. She started and quickly removed his hand. He groaned with disappointment and then his lips closed over the nipple on her left breast. He sucked on it, drawing the erect knob of flesh between his lips and tugging gently upon it. His breath was so hot with lust that it burned. He pushed the nipple back into the breast flesh, and then slowly, excruciatingly sucked it out again and into his mouth. She felt her liquids gush into her cunt and knew that if she were to feel, she would be able to find herself dripping wet.

Now he was lapping and sucking her tits in earnest, first one and then the other, while his hands caressed her sides, cupped her tits and pulled them upward to his lips, smoothed her belly and tried again to finger her cunt. “Oh, Timmy, don't do that, please.”

“But, Mom, it makes me feel so good to touch you. I almost come, just feeling the outside of it.” She twisted away from him. “I let you touch my breasts and kiss them. That was what you asked to do.

But every time I let you do one thing, you do another, or try to. You aren't being fair.” “All right, Mother.” He was so contrite and his huge prick, against his slim body, seemed so out of proportion that she felt sorry for him momentarily. And then she felt his lips on her nipple again and his hand caressing the other one, and she knew that her sympathy was wasted. He didn't want to be sympathized with-he wanted to fuck, there was no doubt about that. And so did she. But with her own son? Her desires were nearly erupting and she noticed as she relaxed under his sucking, caressing lips again, that his fuck-juice was actually streaming out of the gaping slit in the head of his cock. Without thinking, she reached over and took the shaft in her hand. He moaned in pleasure and twisted about more so she could reach him better, but never leaving off his sucking of her delicious tits. Her nipples were bright red from his lapping and sucking, and her tits had swollen in passion until they stood out from her chest like small melons. Her fingers wrapped themselves about his hot cock and she sighed. How good it felt! It had been over a year now since she had felt the huge, steel-hard, yet velvety softness of a man's rampant cock in her fist. She eased her hand up and played about the underpart of the rim and the cockhead with her thumb, in the sensitive part where the nerves are close to the surface. His balls rolled forward and nudged her fist and she rubbed them with her other hand, feeling their fullness and knowing a pride that her son was a man, well hung with balls and cock. Slowly she began to pump her hand up and down the long, thick shaft of his prick, feeling his belly shake with his excitement, and his lips suck harder and his tongue lap at the nipple. She could sense his excitement. His mother was jacking him off! And she was no less excited. For it felt so good, to have the fullness of a man's prick again in her fist. How many, many times she had dreamed of this during the past year. Mike had not minded her masturbating him. She liked to jerk men off. She would watch the expression of their faces, their grimaces, and feel the surging of their bodies under the manipulation of her hand. She had begun this early with her young Uncle Benny, and had loved doing it ever since.

In high school she had jerked off every boy she dated on at least the second date, and then let him fuck her on the third. But now and then, just for the pure enjoyment of it, she would not let him fuck her until she had shucked him down, and had jacked him off and let his first cum of the evening spurt out into her hankie or onto the ground, or now and then, between her tits or on her belly. Then she would strip him down and play with him, sucking the slowly stiffening cock until he stood rampant again, and then lower herself under him and let him pound the swollen, streaming rod deep in and out of her equally steaming cunt. The feel of the hot cum spurting into her fist, the sensation of feeling the pulsing of the big vein on the underside of the cock, and the balls tightening up to cuddle against her hand as they worked to bring the hot cum-juice squirting out of the throbbing cock, always sent her, and made her more than ready for tine invasion of an eight-inch rod deep into her guts. One thing the boys could always say about Mara, she gave as good as she got. She was a real “fellow” when it came to fucking, and no boy or man ever left her up-tight and unfucked or at least unjerked-off. She was not a tease in any sense of the word. She gently pushed him over on his back.

For a long moment she considered straddling the slim body, thrusting the huge, slick cock into her cunt-hole and fucking him until she was exhausted and be drained. Then she resisted the impulse and settled down beside him, her hand moving slowly and expertly, from the tip of the cockhead down to the base of his beautifully shaped prick. She was breathing heavily with her passion and wanted to get her fingers into her cunt and rub her clit until she exploded. But she held back and concentrated upon bringing her son to his climax. Tim was groaning with his passion, his hips hunching up and down, moving his thick cock through her slick fist, using it as a tight cunt. He did not know how it felt to fuck a mature woman. But he knew what it was to have a hand job done on him. That had been done many, many times. Seemed like the girls liked to play with his cock and some of them sucked it until he spurted his thick globs of cum right onto their bellies, or spewed it up into their breast-valleys or even onto their faces. He recognized, however, that he was being jerked-off by an expert. His mother's small hand was steadily bringing him along.

He could feel his cum rolling and pausing, poising to squirt out through his cock-slit in a moment or two. He held back, quivering under the extreme pleasure and joy of the sensation and closed his eyes, moaning in his approaching moment. Mara knew he was near and decided to let him go on. He was completely absorbed in her manipulation of his cock now, and was not playing with her tits. She moved her free hand under his ass and he raised up for her. Fingering the crack of his buttocks, she found the puckered little hole of his anus and wormed her finger around and around until she had inserted it up to the knuckle. He gasped and then she began to jack his cock in earnest, running her fist up and down the quaking shaft quickly, making a liquid sound as her fist reached his belly, slapped against his sweaty pubic area, and then flashed up the stem again to reach the very top. She was causing him great pleasure and he grunted with it, fucking into her fist with heavy hunching of his hips. He was straining to hold back, to exact every ounce from the activity of his body, the thrill of having his mother's hand bring him to a roaring climax, and the deep, straining pleasure of his cum gathering and readying itself to spurt out into the world. “Oh… Oh gawd, Mom… I'm-I'm-going to… I am coming, coming… OOOoooh, there it is now!” He thrust up into her fist and held there, his body arched and quivering. She thrilled and gasped and then suddenly spread her legs widely, knowing he would not notice her, so absorbed was he in his own great, body-shaking pleasure. With her free hand she grabbed her clit and began to rub it, finger-fucking herself furiously, as she hand-jobbed her son. Then she felt his penis swell, become steel-hard and then throb, as a gigantic curd of cum burst from the hole in the head of his penis and arced at least four feet in the air above the float. She gasped in excitement and maintained her grip upon him.

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