Carol Davis - Mom_s busy bedroom

“It wouldn’t be the same,” she insisted. “We were meant for each other. We really were.”

“So that’s why you have to pick up other men. Not because you’re hustling. But because we are meant for each other. Mom, are you flipping out?”

Finally Harriet confessed.

“Yes, I do need some extra money to see us through,” she explained. “Blame it on inflation. The high cost of living makes it necessary for me to sell everything.”

“Including your honor,” he said quietly.

“I don’t have much honor left, dear. It’s been hard for me to keep body and soul together. When your father left me with you, darling, I was desperate. I went straight for a long time. I worked as a waitress. Then jobs got hard to get and you know the rest, darling.”

“I know it too fucking well,” he told her. “And I don’t want you to go on like this. It makes me sick, mom, it really does.”

She got to her feet and walked away. She then got out the bottle and began drinking. Before long she went to her bedroom. She took off all of her clothes and stretched out. Freddy came in and joined her.

“That’s no way to act now. You’re pouting, mom. Damn it, stop it.”

“Oh, Freddy,” she explained, “you don’t care for me. I know you dqn’t. Why do you torture me like this, dear?”

“You’re torturing yourself,” he told her. “I’m not torturing you one bit. Get off my back, mom. I don’t like what you’re doing.”

She was looking at him hungrily.

“I’ve loved you, darling. I’ve loved you in my own fashion the best I knew how.”

As Freddy looked at Harriet’s naked body, he felt his balls tingle. It bothered him. He had experienced enough sex to be satisfied for a long time. Maybe there was something wrong with him. He was certain that she was a nympho. Perhaps he was oversexed. If he was, he came by it naturally.

He figured he would fish around and ask a few questions about his father. Perhaps that would explain his lusty desires. “What was dad like?” he asked her quietly. “You mean in bed, Freddy?” The young boy nodded. “A tiger,” she smiled. “A turned-on tiger. Your father fucked everything on me. He even fucked my armpits.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” Freddy said sadly.

“Afraid of?” she laughed. “Women were crazy to go to bed with him. That was the problem. But it’s nothing to be sad about. Be glad that your father was such a virile man. At least he wasn’t impotent.”

“Look, damn it,” he complained, “I’m not worried about being impotent. I’m worried about being a sex maniac. Like right now, mom. I have the damndest urge to stick my prick up your ass.” “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” she laughed, slurring her words drunkenly. She rolled over. Freddy caught sight of her beautiful ass cheeks. He became more and more aroused as he looked at her. “I’ll let you fuck me,” she told him. “Sure I will, Freddy. I’ll give you a good fuck, too. You can get it up there if you want to.”

Freddy was stunned at her boldness. Nevertheless, he accepted her suggestion. Straddling her, he gripped her hips. Slowly he eased his slippery cock between her ass cheeks. Always making it a point to coat his cock with Vaseline before he attempted anal intercourse, pleased Harriet. For she felt that she’d at least taught her son a few of the finer things of life.

“Oh, wow!” he exclaimed. “Let me get it in there, mom.”

With a deep driving cock jab, he rammed it up her ass. She loved the sensation.

“Fuck me,” she said as she threw her ass back to meet his advancing cock stabs.

“You bet I will,” Freddy panted as he pumped it up her ass.

Gripping her buttocks he squeezed her ass cheeks as he rammed forward. With deep driving cock stabs he went on hammering it into her.

”Keep fucking,” he begged her. “Oh, baby, twist your ass for me. That’s what I want you to do. Now, now.”

With exciting cock stabs, he rammed it into her. She was thrilling to his deep, driving, fucking movements of passionate ecstasy.

“I want you to fuck me,” she told him. “Fuck me good, Freddy. Way up there. Now you’re doing it, baby. Fuck me.”

At this point she twisted her ass for him. It thrilled him completely.

“Oh, baby,” he told her, “now you’re doing it. That’s just like I like it. Fuck. Come on. Fuck it off all the way.”

With deep penetrating cock stabs he continued jabbing her. She loved the erotic excitement of his thick prick driving deeply into her asshole. At the same time she kept her ass twisting and churning for him. Freddy was totally turned on.

“Oh, wow!” he exclaimed. “You sure know how to please a guy. That’s how I like it. Twist your tail. Faster.”

Driving in at a certain rhythmic pace, he enjoyed the way she knew exactly how to excite and entertain him with her ass movements. She ground her hips around just the way he liked it.

”Fuck me,” she begged.

Freddy continued assaulting her asshole with his deep, driving cock stabs. And she went on grinding her hips for him. Ramming it in all the way, he felt himself suddenly exploding. As the hot white cream shot out of his cock head, he let out a moan of pleasure and passion. She begged for him to grip her bosoms.

“Oh, Freddy, honey,” she panted as she wiggled her butt, “play with my tits. Oh, I love it when you feel of my breasts when you’re balling me.”

Freddy’s hands reached around to fondle her bosoms. He was more than eager to supply her with the thrills she requested.

When he had finished thrusting, he slowly eased his cock out of her hot pussy hole. He looked at her adoringly.

“You’re rotten,” he admitted, “and you’re no-damn good. You’re probably a sex maniac. But you know, I love you, mom.”

Harriet was so thrilled by her son’s admission that he cared for her that she threw her arms adoringly around him and held him close to her. Her bosoms were crushing against his chest as her hands reached down to cup his ass cheeks.

“Oh, baby, I was hoping you’d say that to me sometime. I was hoping- you’d recognize what a good mother I’ve been.”

They lay like this, locked in each other’s embrace for a long moment. Finally Freddy spoke up.

“Mom,” he told her nervously, “we can’t go on like this forever. You know that. Something’s got to give.”

“I was thinking of that myself, dear,” Harriet confessed, “and I was thinking we ought to give ourselves the opportunity to explore the possibility of you and me sticking together. How about moving to another town, darling?

That might be a wise idea.”

”What’s wrong with here?”

”People know me too well,” she confessed.

”I’ve been to too many bars. I’ll admit it. I don’t have the nicest reputation in the world.”

”I guess you don’t.”

“That could all be changed,” she insisted, “if we went to another place. No one would have to know a thing about my purple past. As far as you are concerned, you haven’t knocked up any girl. So there’s nothing to keep us here.”

Freddy looked at her anxiously.

“How are you gonna make a living?”

“I could always go back to being a waitress,” she said coyly.

“But you said you hated it.”

“I do, darling,” she admitted, “but for you it would be worth going through any hell.”

Freddy had made his point and so had she. And he wondered whether or not he should listen to her.

“What do you think, darling?” she asked him anxiously.

“It’ll take me some time to think about it. It really will, mom. I can’t make up my mind just like that.”

“In the meantime, darling,” she suggested, “why don’t you give me an old-fashioned chair fuck? That’s what your father used to like to do.”