Donna Allen - The voyeur family sucks

Her tits bounced as she writhed her ass on the bed. Her dark muff was matted with juice.

She rubbed her steaming meat, aware that her long dark hair fanned out on the pillow and framed her face. She was glad she was still pretty and that she'd kept her figure. Only a woman with a good body could afford to let a boy see her naked.

"Oh, yes, I need fucking so badly!" she moaned. "So damn bad." She would let Jeff know just how horny she was. She would let him think he was doing her a favor by barging into the room and fucking her.

She pumped her ass at her fingers. She pretended she was being fucked as she thrust her ass around with wanton abandon.

For one brief moment she wondered if the boy was repelled by the sight of her cunt. What if he thought her hairy gash was ugly?

No, boys his age are fascinated with cunt, she thought. I'll bet he's got a hard-on. Maybe he's even got his cock out. Maybe he's masturbating while he's watching.

When she glanced at the door, she saw his shadow. She considered calling out. But it was too soon. She didn't want to frighten him, but she did want to turn him on. Better to give it a little more time. There's no hurry. The night is young.

She twisted her ass and reached for her vibrator. She used it on her clit while she frigged herself. She became engrossed in her body and her approaching orgasm. She almost forgot that Jeff was out in the hall watching her.

When she next opened her eyes she knew instinctively that the boy was jerking off as he watched her. She rolled her head from side to side, but, at the same time, she gazed out into the hall.

Jeff had become emboldened and was indeed jerking off. She could see his hand whipping back and forth over his meat. As she watched his fingers fly she came again. She had to restrain herself. Wait for him, she thought. Wait for him to be so horny he storms into the room.

All the affection and warmth she no longer felt for Jack she transferred to her son. Please, darling, come in and fuck mother! she thought. Please, Son, fuck me!

She could wait no longer. She was afraid he would empty his nuts and return to his bedroom.

Leaping off the bed, she moved swiftly to the door and flung it open. "Come in, honey, it's okay," she said, pulling him into her arms. "It's crazy for you to stand out there like that."

"Oh, Jesus, Mom, I'm sorry!"

He stood glued to the spot, his cock swinging and his eyes averted from her nakedness. Judy gazed down at his dick and tugged at his hand.

"Come in, I'll put something an." As she spoke she moved to her closet and wrapped herself in a robe. "There, is that better, darling?" She urged him to hold her and then she kissed him briefly.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he murmured.

His world belied his expression. Judy had seen that look before. He was drinking in her curves and was obviously very excited.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, honey. I left the door open. You're only human."

"Well, I better go now…"

"Don't you want to keep your old mother company? Maybe we could ball or something. I know that's something new for us, but would you like it?" Her eyes twinkled, but her pussy throbbed.

"Do you mean it?" He stared at her heaving tits. Her robe barely covered her bosom.

"Yes, I do," she breathed. She moved her hand to her cunt and played with herself. "You'd be doing me a favor. You have a very horny mother. Did you know that?"

"I hear you and Dad sometimes," he said.

"I suspected as much." She spread her legs and let him have a glimpse of her beaver. "Shall I take this off? You've already seen so much of me, what's the sense of keeping it on? Shall I take my robe off?"

"If you want to." His voice was barely audible.

"Can you smell my pussy?"

His voice was a whisper. "Yes."

She untied the belt to her robe and showed him her boobs. "Do you like the smell?" It was crazy, but she'd come too far to stop.

"Yeah, it's great."

Suddenly they were in each other's arms. Judy trembled as she held him. His chest mashed her bare boobs and he moved shaking fingers to her ass.

She pressed the length of her body against him. His cock hung out of his fly and stabbed her. She could feel the heat of him and the life emanating from his fuckpole.

When they kissed, she felt like a girl again. The fact that it was her son kissing her so passionately made her even hotter.

Eve did it, she told herself again and again. She had to. Who else did she have to fuck except her sons?

"Touch me here," she said, pointing at her tits.

He quickly obeyed and she swayed slightly and felt dizzy when he lifted one of her tits in his hand.

He squeezed it and fondled it and then moved his other hand to her free tit. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling. And fuck you, Jack! she thought with a rush. Who needs you when I've got my kid.

Now Jeff no longer looked frightened. His eyes were wide open and he looked confident and horny as he played with her tits. He made her nipples hard by rubbing his thumbs over them. His enthusiasm, so like his father's at the same age, delighted the horny mother.

"Suck them," she moaned.

"Oh, God!"

She guided him to the bed and they sat down. He lowered his head and she stroked his hair as he placed his lips tentatively over one boob.

"My baby," she said, leaning back and pulling him with her. She thrust her tits into his face and he filled his mouth with her.

He licked her nipples with teenage hunger, pulling and tugging on them and sucking them into his mouth.

She shivered with pleasure and felt her pussy lubricate. Whatever happened, she would never be sorry. No, fucking her boy would be the most exciting thing that ever happened to her. There was no way she would regret it.

His cock stuck out of his fly and when she gazed at it she smiled. "Darling?" she said.

"What?" His mouth was busy on her boobs.

"Take your clothes off."

She almost had to drag his lips from her tits. "Just another minute, Mom," he said, his eyes glazed with passion.

"Take your clothes off and let me see all of you," she said. Her eyes twinkled. "I've already seen your cock and now I want to see everything else."

He blushed and released her tit. She helped him drop his jeans and she crouched down on the floor to pull them off his feet.

She stayed on her knees and took his prick in her fist. She fondled his shaft and the bloated head of his dick that so resembled his father's.

He groaned and nervously touched her hair. "You won't tell anyone, will you, Mom?"

She giggled. "Are you kidding? Neither of us better tell anyone."

She explored his prick and balls and examined him closely. She planned to take his prick in her mouth, but first she wanted to see every ridge and vein on it.

"You've had girls blow you, haven't you?" she said.

He snickered. "Sure."

"Well, I'm going to blow you, but I've had a lot of experience so it might feel different. If you think you might need to come, tell me. I think I can bring you up again, but I still want to know. Promise?"

"Okay, Mom," he said through clenched teeth. "Jesus, that feels good."

She was kissing him, running a series of wet kisses up and down the shaft of his prick and stroking the moistened flesh.

At the same time she squeezed his cockhead and fondled his nuts. She pressed his entire prick against her cheek and moved it between her tits.

"Did anyone ever tell you you've got a lovely cock?" she said.

"Oh, Mom!" He chuckled and looked away. "It's not funny," she said. "You have a lovely cock." She kissed the moist tip of his prickknob. "Mmmmmm, it tastes good too."

"Jesus, Mom, you're driving me crazy."

"That's what mothers are for," she giggled, blowing her warm breath over his swollen ball-bag.