James Evers - Melissa_s suck job

"Melissa, would you mind if I undressed?"

"Mother!" Bob cried.

"Bob, I don't think shell mind," she said, her hand stroking her son's hair. "You see, Melissa, we usually walk around naked. We really only dress for company, but I feel a closeness with you. Do you mind?"

Melissa quickly adjusted from the initial shock, and began to like the idea. "No. Why don't we all do it?"

"Melissa, are you sure that…" but Bob never got to finish.

Both ladies were up and naked in seconds, with him soon joining.

Melissa was once again amazed as she took in the pure sexual magnificence of Anita's body. Her stomach was flat and firm, with only a few stretch marks to announce her as a mother. She had full, flaring hips, and a pair of firmly hanging, sensuous tits that were beautifully veined and rounded under her large nipples.

For a while longer Melissa sat absorbing the music, but somehow being there naked with two other people filled her with a feeling of freedom and openness. The mood washed over her until she finally developed the courage to talk to Bob about his secret. She was certain his naked body could hide nothing from her.

"Bob, I just want you to know that I know what you've been hiding from."

"What do you mean?" he said, a slight look of discomfort creeping over his face.

"I mean your sex life. I know what it is you're into, and I want you to know I don't care."

Bob and Anita quickly exchanged looks. "How did you find out?" he asked, unable to hide his shock.

"I was with another gay friend of mine a few months ago, and… I don't know… I just sort of figured it out."

"Another gay. You mean you think…"

Suddenly both of them were rolling in laughter that took several minutes to, subside. That was all the time it took for the mood of the room to radically change.

"Shall we tell her, Bob?" Anita asked, her eyes now glowing with a fire that the secret had somehow sparked. "Shall we tell your friend what you're hiding?"

"I don't know," he replied, his eyes returning the glow. "What do you think?"

"I think we should show her." Anita's hand now began working over her stomach in soft circles, the ends of her fingers rubbing gently across the firm whiteness of her belly.

"Mom, please. Let's just tell her."

But Anita was not listening. She was being motivated by some force that seemed too great for her to control. Her hands were moving across her breasts, cupping the giant tits, crushing them together and then separating, inhaling deeply as the large jugs dropped proudly to her raised chest. Her breaths were coming longer, and deeper.

"No, Bob – let's show hers," she said, rising from the couch. "We'll have to or she'll never believe us."

Anita now moved to him, holding her tits before her like two purple-tipped globes. She squeezed them again in her hands, forcing the hard nipples to stand out like two tiny spikes. Slowly she pulled her son's face into them, weaving them from side to side to give him the hill feeling of their tremendous size and weight.

"Please show her, Bob. Show her the secret of your sex life."

"Mother, I just don't think…"

She pushed due of the large globes into his mouth, its bulk flattening when his mouth pressed down on the nipple. She snugged closer to him on the floor as he sucked loudly at the massive offering.

Melissa sat staring, not entirely sure of what their actions meant. She could see Anita's pussy hotly secreting juices, her butt squirming sensually on the floor.

"Don't worry, Bobby," she mewed, her half-lidded eyes probing into his. "She's your friend. She won't mind. She cares for you."

She spread her thighs open, and moved them around to circle his. She took his unsure hand, sliding it over her belly, and placed it on the soft mound of her cunt.

The touch of his hand made her quiver with delight. She pressed it hard into her trembling twat.

"Oh, Son, that's so good. I love you touching me there. I love the feel of your hand on my pussy."

She began to revolve her cunt over the firm heel of his hand, rolling it over her rigid clitoris in tantalizing lift le circles that made her breath come faster and faster. Her entire frame trembled as the frenzy of desire grew in her aching body.

Bob's reluctance faded. His groin was beginning to burn with the feel of his mother's flesh. His cock had climbed to its full size, and was jerking in response to her firm manipulations.

Suddenly Melissa understood. His secret was not homosexuality, it was incest. She rebelled momentarily. She felt what she was watching was wrong, but her mind was too lost in the moment to form any course of action.

She was also surrendering to the stimulation, the thrill that watching something forbidden brings. She stared spellbound as Anita brought her mouth to Bob's, her lips open wide. A fiery passion seemed to course through him at the contact of his mother's nibbling mouth.

He began to tremble. Her cunt under his hand seemed like a burning glove. Her hot, wet tongue flashed into his mouth, meeting his own tongue in a swirling embrace.

Bob's cock pulsed with desire, his balls aching as her hand went down to one knee. The extreme pleasure radiated from him as Anita's hand rose higher and higher on his willing thigh.

Melissa was captured by the scene. Anita's every move seemed to her to be filled with a special touch – a mothers touch – totally different from any lover. She could almost feel it as the woman's hands ran frantically over her son's body, kneading and molding the taut thighs. Bob's tongue was now thrust deeply into her open mouth, bringing large moans as the saliva merged in both their mouths. By now Bob was totally lost in the enchantment of his mother's hot passion. Any reluctance had vanished as both partners lost all awareness of their gazing quest.

Melissa could see the love he possessed, the adoration, even worship, of the woman who had given him life. His arms tightened convulsively around his mother, the all-consuming desire of his driving emotion spiraling hotly through his being.

"Touch me," Anita begged. "Smother me in your love. I want to feel you in my cunt again. Fill me with the body of my own creation."

Bob's hand now roamed at will over the resilient bulk of his mother's flesh. They held tightly, his hand resting on the pressed cushion of her tit. He pinched the nipples into full, hard erection as his tongue fused with hers in a wild, hot kiss that burned with lusting desire.

His mother's eager hand moved up his thigh, and found its way between his legs to the aching bulge of his cock. She began running her hand up and down the firm tool in gentle, but demanding strokes, sweeping down to caress the quivering sac of his balls.

Bob was overwhelmed with the total passion of his mother's touch. Agonizing animal groans of need and pleasure poured from his heaving chest.

"Oh, Bob, it's so big!" she cried, her thumb squeezing the bloated cock-head with thrilling lust.

"It's so damn big, and I love it. I love you. I want to kiss your cock, and handle it like I did when you were a baby."

"Yes, I want you to. Please… yes. Take it in your mouth! Suck my cock!"

By now Melissa was sensing her own sexual hunger. She felt a twisting pain of need spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen tits. Her breathing became labored as her hand worked its way down to her seething cunt, and began pushing, her ass-cheeks squirming at the thrill of her own fingers.

Bob continued massaging his mother's jugs, and showered hot kisses into her hair and neck as her head slowly lowered on his body. Her tongue dragged down in slow sweeps that covered his chest and stomach in a glistening trail of saliva.

Her right hand grabbed the tip of his rock-hard prick while she worked across the soft underbelly with the nails of her left hand. Up and down she went, the soft tickling of her hands treating him to wave after wave of erotic sensation.