J. Russell - Mother_s ass

They had, she realized. They had time for Danny to carry out any number of boyish games with her, and she was convinced his was an inventive imagination. She shivered and backed away. They went to the master bath, where she knelt to start the water. She used a generous portion of bubble-bath, knowing she'd be grateful for the thick suds at first. After that, she thought with a sigh, I won't care. I know it!

Instead of waiting for the tub to fill, Danny returned to his room to undress. "It's like filling a swimming pool," he muttered as he left.

When he returned, Helen felt a painful surge of desire at the sight of his youthful leanness. She was struck again by the oversized appearance of his cock and its darkness. He looked as if someone had constructed him out of spare parts, giving him a boy's body – beautifully developed, but a boy's, nonetheless – and a giant's prick. There was no mistaking his immaturity, however. He had a massive hard-on, his cock engorged and already dripping long, thin strands of his colorless fluid. Helen's mouth watered.

Danny was as eager as his hard-on made him appear. He went immediately to his mother and untied her belt, drawing back the front of her gown to expose her creamy nakedness. His eyes glittered and he licked his lips. Helen quailed before his fierce expression of hunger. She clutched his forearms, recognizing his physical tension by the iron-hard condition of his muscles. With as little attention to her resistance as if her hands were at her sides, he raised his arms and slipped the gown off her shoulders. She released his wrists and let the garment slide off her arms and tumble to the floor.

Her son breathed hard and ran his hands over her. "I thought about you all day, Mom," he said. "I kept seeing you like this and getting a hard-on." He grinned wryly. "By the end of first period my balls ached so bad I could hardly make it to the next class!"

She whispered, "Danny…" And she stopped, having nothing to say.

She quivered, standing motionless while he continued to caress her. Her flesh tingled and there was a pressure in her lungs she couldn't ease. She knew nothing would help the dryness in her mouth, but she kept trying to generate saliva. Time seemed to her to have frozen, and she had a weird presentiment that she would stand before her son through eternity, his hands stroking her and his eyes devouring her.

"Isn't that tub full enough yet?" he asked.

She tore her gaze from his face and looked down. "Yes! If we're both going to get in there, it'll run over if it's any fuller!"

He stopped and turned the valves, then helped her as she stepped down into the water. She sank gratefully into the foam, thankful as she'd expected for the temporary respite from Danny's attention. He followed her in and luxuriated in the hot, foamy water.

"Wow! This is all right! A guy could get to like this!" he exclaimed. "Maybe chicks have the right idea!"

She smiled. "It's a women's secret – the way we unwind."

He grinned. "Be as good a place to wind up as to unwind," he remarked. "Let's try it." He pulled her around, her back against his belly, and forced her legs apart. To keep them spread to his liking, he raised his knees and planted his feet between her thighs. She raised her own knees to ease the strain and gasped when he grabbed her pussy. He wasted little time finding her clitoris. He rubbed it gently, the soapy water making his fingertips slide easily on its sensitive surfaces, and Helen gulped with sudden lust. Her cunt felt as if it would look like a fish's mouth at feeding time, snapping greedily at nothing.

She grunted and thrust her hands between her back and her son's belly to seize his cock. He forced the fingers of one hand into her cunt and pulled her forward, tilting her and forcing her box even farther open.

"Danny! Danny!" She writhed against him.

Her clitoris felt raw before he abandoned his massage and she was certain he'd sensed how close she had come to orgasm. He kept one hand at her pussy, still thrust deeply into it, and slid the other under her to squeeze her butt. His fingers probed towards her bung, and she raised herself involuntarily for the penetration she knew would come. She felt one finger force its way into her asshole, then gasped and cried out as another joined it. The dual insertion, with his hands filling both her cunt and her bung, destroyed the last vestiges of her self-control. She jerked her legs around his and thrust her ass about wildly. Her arms shook with the force of her grip on her son's cock, and she used the rock-hard prick as a lever for her thrashing. Her boobs surged in and out of the water, splashing great gobs of foam up and onto the surrounding floor.

Demigod! Omigod! Danny, I'm already coming!Aghhh!"

"You've got a long ways to go, Mom." Danny's voice sounded strained. "My cock's got a fierce load, and you're going to be all over it!"

She groaned, the rigidity of her climax reaction fading, and lay back panting. "Oh, my! Oh, my, Danny! I couldn't help it!"

"It doesn't matter. You can come over and over." He captured her clitoris under his thumb without evacuating either her ass or her pussy.

She shrieked. "NO! lease, Danny! It's too tender right now! Ohhh, please!"

He ignored her pleading and new streaks of intolerable excitement stabbed her. She struggled to stop him, but his legs held hers helplessly apart and she found his elbows had her arms trapped.

"Damn you, Danny! You just don't care if it hurts, do you?"

"Aw, you're just saying that, Mom. It really feels good, only you want to wait in between times."

"No! No, I tell you! It hurts!"

"Pain and excitement are all the same… no, pain and pleasure. One of the guys said he read that in a book."

The cocky little bastard! she thought of Danny. This time he happens to be right. It's really just too much pleasure to take. But that pleasure-pain bit could get to be dangerous! She gave up analysis; pleasure had overcome reluctance and she was flailing about on his hands again.

She reached such a high pitch that she only vaguely knew when he pulled out his fingers. She was conscious only of the fact she was terribly full and deliriously happy at one point, then empty and yearning at another. He lifted her and set her on his cock, the head lodged at her asshole, restraining her and letting her own weight force her reluctant sphincter over the great bulb and drive her onto the long shaft. Her ass burned furiously, lacking sufficient lubrication, and she flung herself against her son's unbreakable grip. But the agony dulled and the pleasure mounted until she forgot her anger. He lifted and dropped her repeatedly, and she knew she was sliding the full length of his cock with every stroke. She lost track of time and began to wonder dully whether she was going to come or faint.

But Danny appeared to have further plans for her in his own build-up. He lifted her higher during one of the strokes, and she writhed helplessly while the wide shoulders of his cockhead tugged against her asshole and her sphincter slowly stretched enough to give up its enormous prisoner. When he lowered her again his cock drove upward into her cunt. There was no change in the motion, except she slid faster each time she was dropped, slamming onto the base of his cock with jarring blows. And the sensations seemed more intensely sexual.

At last – and still without his having reached an orgasm – her son again peeled her off his cock. He thrust her away from him, pressing her back against one side of the tub and kneeling astride her body. "How is it, Mom?" he asked. "Good, huh!"

He grinned proudly and thrust his belly forward, grasping his cock in one hand and rubbing it across her mouth. Even in her dazed condition, her pussy twitched and her mouth watered at the sensation of the velvety cockhead on her lips. She dabbed at the thin coating of his fluid with her tongue.