Mark Jacobs - Sucker for mom

Sheila smiled up at him and wiped some hot pre-cum off her glistening lips with two fingers.

"Did you like that, darling? Do I do that as well as dear little Wendy?" she asked in a syrupy voice.

"Christ yeah! You do it better, Mom! Do it again! Come on! Do it again! You gotta do it!" her son begged, the tension in his balls taking control of his senses.

"I'd love to do it for you again, Terry, but I'm afraid I might make you come! I don't want that beautiful cock to go soft on me already!" she said teasingly, touching the very tip of his dick with her index finger.

"It won't get soft, Mom! It never gets soft until I come three or four times! Come on, please! Please put it in your mouth again, Mom! There's nothin' like it! You do it better than any girl I've ever had! Suck me off, Mom! Suck my Goddamn cock and make me shoot!" Terry pleaded, his balls on fire.

"Are you sure you won't lose this beautiful stiff one, Terry? I have all sorts of wonderful ideas in mind for us! Can you keep it up long enough?"

"I can keep it up all day, Mom! Honest to God! Just suck it some more!" he gasped, his half-covered legs shaking with excitement.

"Will you do anything in the world for me if I suck you off and make you come right now?" Sheila asked wickedly, touching the eye-slit of his hard prick again and transferring a droplet of slippery fluid to her lips.

"I'll do anything! Anything at all, Mom! I promise! Oh shit! You gotta do it for me! I'll do anything! I've never felt like this before! I feel like I'm gonna come even if you don't suck it!"

Terry felt his nuts tightening.

Terry had never begged anyone for anything before, but then he had never felt as desperate as this before. He knew that he would do anything in the world she asked of him, no matter how depraved, no matter how difficult, no matter how taboo. His mother had him by the balls and showed no sign of letting go. She had gotten into his mind and had him now body and soul.

"Well, darling, since you insist…" Sheila said sweetly, wrapping both hands around the enormous length of her son's stiff prick. "I would like to taste your cum again. I tasted it last night after I jacked you off. It was delicious, Terry. In fact it even tasted better than your father's. Why don't you shoot a big wad of it right down my throat this time, lover? Why don't you fill my cheeks with it? I'm so hungry for your cum, darling! I'm so hungry for your big hard cock!"

Sheila went down on her son's swollen cock.

Sheila's pussy was seething between her legs, dampening the crotch of her panties with sex-honey. She wanted her son's cock in her cunt, wanted to feel it fucking in and out of her sucking gash, wanted to feel the shaft of his prick rubbing against the tiny hot bud of her clitoris, wanted to feel flashes of lightning in her belly.

She knew her time would come, her time of cunt-melting stimulation. First she had to show her horny son that she would do anything in the world to make him happy. First she had to seal their new and taboo relationship by sucking his wad out of his balls.

She began pounding up and down on her son's arching erection with both hands at once, making his big balls slap against her fists with each wild downward stroke. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could and worked her long loving tongue over the super-sensitive cock-head.

She could feel the shaft of his meat-stick swelling more and more the longer she sucked him. She felt the blood-engorged head of his hard young cock pushing up against the roof of her sucking mouth. She knew that she was doing a better job of blowing her son than she had ever done for his father.

Somewhere in the back of her mind were memories of Blake's big mature cock pounding away inside her throat, memories of the taste and scent of his cock and balls. She was sucking his son now, sucking him and going mad with passion.

"Oh shit! Shit! Mom! I… I… I'm gonna do it! I'm comin'! I'm gonna squirt it, Mom!" Terry gasped, his body becoming suddenly stiff as his balls exploded.

Terry heard a deep growl of passion escape his lips when his bloated balls erupted into his mother's face. The searing burning of his wad shot through his balls and almost made him see stars. He shot and shot into her, each squirt of his cum bringing him the most mind-melting pleasure imaginable.

He thought he would never stop coming. It was the best orgasm of his life, and his own mother had brought him to it!

Sheila too wondered if her son would ever stop shooting his load into her mouth. She almost drowned on the cum he blasted into her. She made thick wet, gurgling noises deep in her sperm-filled throat as she tried in vain to swallow all of his seed. She felt him press up against her with all his youthful might, forcing his erection deep down into her sucking throat. She felt the rock-hard head of his cock banging up against her tonsils as he shoved it to her. She felt the wiry nest of his dark pubic hair pressing up against her soft face.

When her son's body had stopped jerking, Sheila managed to free her face from his impaling prick. She smiled up at her boy with sperm dripping from her wet lips. She licked her lips and stood up, pressing those lips against her son's, making him taste his own cum.

"Did that feel good, Terry darling?" Sheila asked, seeing his reply in his glittering eyes.

"Oh Christ! Feel good!? Oh shit! It felt good all right! I… I don't believe it! This is wild! I just don't fuckin' believe it yet!"

Terry moaned, his balls and cock still feeling the excitement of the blow job.

"I thought you might like that," Sheila said warmly, licking the last of his sperm from her lips. "If you liked that, Terry, I think you'll love the other things I have in mind!"

Sheila took his sperm-covered cock in her warm hand and led him out onto the sun deck.

"But, Mom…" Terry said haltingly as his lovely mother led him by the shaft of his sperm-covered cock out into the slanting rays of the morning sun. "We can't do this outside… can we?"

"Certainly we can, Terry! We can do anything anywhere! You don't mind fucking little Wendy on the beach, do you? I don't see why we can't fool around on our own private sun deck!" Sheila said in mock amazement, rubbing her thumb over the extremely sensitive head of her son's swollen dick, making him jump with pleasure-pain.

"H… how did you know? About me fucking Wendy on the beach I mean?" Terry asked, staring into his mother's glittering eyes.

"I don't think I'll tell you, darling!" She giggled. "A woman should keep some secrets from her lover… even when her lover is also her son!"

"But shit, Mom! I don't get it! You're so… so… wild! I mean… you're not like you were a couple of days ago!" Terry said.

"I suppose I have changed a bit, darling! Let's say that I've decided to exercise my… desires… and it just happens that I desire you, Terry! After all, darling, I'm getting old! I don't want to waste away in a rocking chair or some terrible thing like that! My little pussy would just shrivel up to nothing! I am thirty-six years old, you know," Sheila said playing with Terry's cock.

"Old!?" Terry gasped. "You're not old! My God, Mom! You're beautiful! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" He was genuinely amazed that she would consider herself old.

"Well, darling, I suppose I do have a few years left. Let's not waste a minute of them! Would you like to look at my cunt?" she smiled wantonly.

"Look at your… your… your cunt?" Terry gasped.

"Of course, silly! I'll expect you to do more than look at it!" Sheila said. "Why don't you take your pants and shoes off and lie down over here on this chaise. You look silly walking around like that!"

She watched her son shuffling around the sun deck, his pants in a heap around his ankles.