J. Russell - Mother_s ass

She dug her nails into his ass and stiffened. Her only movement was her sucking and frenzied swallowing and a slow undulation of her hips. She felt liquid escape at the corners of her mouth and groaned inwardly. All of it! she demanded silently of herself. Every drop, damn it!

Her son shuddered and his cock began to soften. She drained it of the last thread of jizz and let him lift it from her. Her own orgasm spent itself and she sagged limply.

"Mom."

"Hm?"

"Sleep in here with me tonight. Okay?"

"The bed's narrow. Why not my room?"

"Because this is my room."

She understood. "All right, Son."

Dan insisted on their sharing a shower before they slept. Helen agreed, feeling a trace of guilt at the fact it would be a first for her; she'd consistently refused to shower with Art. They stood belly-to-belly while the water soaked them and Helen felt her fatigue draining from her. Danny soaped and washed her, let her rinse under the stinging spray, and soaped her again. With lather thick on both of them, he began to rub himself against her.

Helen gasped. The sensation was utterly strange to her. The frictionless contact of their bellies and of his hands on her butt sent tingles racing over her and made her pant. She thrust herself against her son in a new rush of desire, and she caught his thigh between hers and scrubbed her pussy on him. His cock stiffened against her belly. His arms went about her waist and she clung to his neck, her boobs swishing on his chest. He lifted her, letting his cock slide between her thighs while she swung her feet up to wrap her legs around his hips. Without her quite knowing when it happened, she found herself sliding onto his shaft, his cockhead already implanted in her hole. He bounced her on his prick and thrust his finger up her bung, laughing with delight when she clamped her thighs on his waist and leaned back.

At the height of their jostling, he stepped under the spray with her and let it sluice away the soap. "Hey! This is way out, Mom!"

"Oooh, Danny! I liked it with the soap all over us!"

"Yeah! That was wild!"

"Why did you rinse it off?"

"We are making it too fast. I wanted to play for a while." He grinned. "You're more fun to play with when you're all excited, Mom."

"Danny!"

He lifted her off his dick and set her on her feet. Turning the shower off, he reached out for towels and patted the water from their bodies. He stepped out with her, then, and scrubbed her vigorously with the towel.

He's right, she decided, panting. I'll let him do anything to me while I'm excited! She spread her thighs while his fingers probed between her cuntlips. "Ohhh, baby! Oh, precious!" she crooned.

Danny picked her up and carried her to his room. He spread-eagled her on his bed, tying her and chuckling happily to himself. He produced an electric vibrator and began to play it over her boobs, rolling its base against their lower bulges until she squirmed with pleasure, then applying its tip alternately to each of her nipples. She writhed and babbled. He pulled the tip of the vibrator across her belly and slid it between her legs while wild surges of excitement slammed through her. When he laid it on her clitoris, the universe exploded for her. She arched her back to drive her ass into the mattress, then bowed the opposite way to elevate her pussy. There was no way to evade the insane stimulus. Desire welled in her cunt and flowed outward along her fibers until she was frantic with delight. The convulsive spasms of orgasm rolled over her in a succession that made the room turn black.

She heard someone screaming and only slowly realized by the sensation in her throat it was she. Her cunt flamed and her body burned with sympathetic fury. When her spasms finally began to subside, her son laid aside the vibrator and brought his hands to her crotch in its place. She slowly regained her vision and started to discern between the individual touches that kept her from sliding out of her passion.

Danny climbed between her thighs and nestled his cockhead between her cuntlips. He pressed it home, expanding her rim and sinking his shaft into her belly. His hips surged and the crazy explosion happened again. Helen twisted her head and bit her lip, her knees jerking and her boobs flopping. She moaned happily, a hazy notion growing that she could remain indefinitely in her orgasm.

But the hot welling of sperm at her core released her after a final, wild thrashing, and her son's dick began to wilt. Afterward, they clung to each other and slept. More than once during the night, Danny awakened Helen and she yielded herself to his horny demands. And in the morning, after they'd both gone into the bathroom and returned eagerly to the bed, she straddled him and lowered her cunt onto his waiting cock for an exhilarating ride. She felt as if all the desire of the previous fifteen hours were concentrated in that single flurry of lust, and her climax left her so weak she toppled from her son and lay paralyzed until he could rub life back into her.

Danny objected to going to school. "No!" he yelled at her. "It'll be hours before Dad gets home! That's time for all kinds of games!"

"Dan Fredericson, you're going to school! We've both had enough for one session!"

He shook his head, childish stubbornness clear in his features. "Mom! You spoil everything!"

"I didn't notice you complaining about my spoiling things last night!"

"Oh, that was different! I mean making me go to school when you're right here!"

"Well, that's too bad. Maybe I need the rest. Now get ready, before I get mad!"

He grumbled and kicked at each chair he passed, but he got ready for school. When she went to the door with him, he paused as if for her customary "good-bye" peck. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him, her hands resting against his chest, and he gathered her to him. He grabbed one of her boobs, massaging it eagerly, then pulled up her skirt and thrust his hand inside her panties and dug his fingers into her cunt. She squirmed wildly but without success, and when Danny withdrew his hand and opened the door, she was a quivering mass of confusion. She blew him a kiss and muttered, angry at herself for losing control of the situation and at her son for his impudence.

She raced through the most urgent of her housekeeping chores, her thoughts far from domestic routine. Danny's hasty feeling-up had thoroughly aroused her, and she was angrily conscious of the fact it would be hours before Art got home. She argued with herself.

"You've really made it," she said. "All the way. When a woman turns her own son into a cunt-crazy machine, she's hit the bottom!" She gazed through the window. Oh, God, Helen! Just what have you done? What's going to happen? she shuddered.

She drained the sink and dried her hands. Pulsing with raw sexual desire and seething with self-contempt, she rushed from the house. And what's the big fuss? she asked herself. You were afraid you were going to lose your husband! You did what had to be done, didn't you? Sinking to her knees before a rich-blooming rose, she inhaled its sweetness. "Oh, God!" Did I? How can the things I'm doing possibly give me the happiness of a secure home? And yet Art wants a physical woman! He's got to have someone who goes wild with sex hunger with him! And if I'm going to be that self, that's what I'll have to be. There's only two of me – the one Grandma made and the one I inherited from Mama and Daddy. If I can't be one, I've got to be the other.

She choked back a sob. It didn't seem right to cry about it. She'd been free to make her decision and her father had repeatedly sneered at people who spent their lives regretting their decisions. "Christ Almighty!" he'd always said. "When a guy makes up his mind, he shuts a door on the other alternative! He's got to live with what he took, and there's no damn excuse for looking at the bad side of that!"