Carol Davis - Mom_s busy bedroom

“How do you do that?” he asked his mother curiously.

“It’s a very simple fuck, dear,” she explained. “You put a chair in front of a mirror. And then when you’re sitting down there with your big prick sticking up, I slip my pussy down over you. It’s really exciting, baby. You’ll love it.”

Harriet got off the bed. She went over and picked up a chair and placed it in front of the floor-length mirror. Then she insisted that her son sit down on the chair.

He got the point. He sat down on the chair” accommodatingly. Then she decided she would give him a suck job to get it up again. Bending over his crotch, she pulled on his thick prick. She was bringing it back to life with her mouth movements.

“Oh, suck me,” he begged her. “Suck me good, mom. That feels fantastic when you use your mouth that way.”

Harriet was caressing his balls as she ate his cock. Finally she slipped her mouth off \ his penis. Then she waited for a moment before she continued. She looked up at him adoringly. “I do hope you don’t think of me as a tramp, dear.”

”Get your fucking mouth back on my pecker,” he complained anxiously.

She didn’t appreciate his being so stern.

However, she thought of his father and realized he probably couldn’t help it. No doubt it was bad blood rubbing off.

She went back to sucking on his cock. He

thrilled to her fantastic mouth movements. She let the tip of her tongue flip smoothly back f

and forth across the head of his penis.

“Suck it,” he told her. “Suck it. That’s

how you do it. Come on, baby, suck that big

cock. Suck ft off, mom.”

Passionately her mouth moved up and down his long penis. At the same time she went on caressing and massaging his balls. He liked the way she toyed with him.

“Beautiful,” he told her, “just like I like it. Now you’re doing it, mom. Oh, wow!”

Harriet realized it was time for her to pull her mouth off his penis. For she was interested in a chair fuck. She felt it was her moral duty to teach him every way of making it.

Getting her mouth off his cock she finally turned around and sat down on him. She let his thick prick slip into her pussy. He loved the excitement of her pussy muscles grabbing at his penis.

“You can really stab it up there, honey,” she told him excitedly, “doing it just like you’re doing it. Beautiful. Keep it up. That’s the way T like it. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Passionately he reached out for her breasts. He pinched her nipples as he fucked her pussy at this angle. Penetration was superb. He was in all the way.

“Fuck me,” he told her. “That’s it, mom. Now you’re using those muscles. Oh, wow!” Freddy had to admit that he probably never could find any woman who could stimulate him and arouse him the way that she could.

She had a way of grabbing at his big cock that thrilled him. And at the same time he loved playing with her bosoms. They were big and beautiful.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “fuck it. Oh, yes. Fuck. Come on. Fuck it off.”

All at once his cock exploded. Hot white cream streamed into her pussy.

At this point Freddy’s plunging penis continued stabbing into her. He was eager to give her every kick he knew how.

When he finally did finish erupting and Harriet got off him, she bent over and kissed him passionately.

“Quite a performance, dear.”

Her breath came short and her heart pounded rapidly as she looked at him. She patted his cheek affectionately.

“How do I rate compared to the old man?” he smiled at her.

“Your father would kill us both if he ever caught us,” she admitted candidly, “but I must admit, you are better.”

“Thank you/’ he said proudly.

He went back to the bed and he began seriously considering his mother’s suggestion that they move to another locale.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked her.

”New Orleans would be nice,” she confessed.

“Why New Orleans?” Freddy smiled.

“I think it would be super to live there,” she said. “It’s warm on the Gulf. And I like Mardi Gras time. There’s so much excitement there. When I was a little girl my mother took me to the Marti Gras there. Did I ever tell you about it?”

“No, you didn’t,” he confessed.

“Mother was quite a swinger,” Harriet said. “You’ve never met Grams. She was involved in a terrible Jove triangle. And she came to a very bad end. Poisoning. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. I was telling you about mom and me and Mardi Gras, Mom wanted to have some sexual adventures. She met this man who ran a bordello. He took her to the place and suggested that she work for him. But first he screwed the living daylights out of her. Fortunately mom got back to the motel where she had left me with a kind lady who was coming to the Mardi Gras for nostalgia. I’m so glad she made it out of there because I needed her so much.”

He couldn’t help wonder if it would be a bad thing to go there. He also wondered if she was only thinking of hustling.

”You wouldn’t be thinking of peddling your pussy, would you?”

“Heavens, no,” she shook her head. “They’ve cleaned up the French Quarter.”

“But if they hadn’t cleaned it up, would you think of it?”

Throwing her arms around her young son she presesd her lips passionately to his.

“What do I need with other men when I have you?” she asked affectionely.

Freddy pressed his lips against hers and they French kissed.

How appropriate, she thought. “You give me that French-style kiss and we might be at the French Quarter a little while from now.”

Freddy was excited and pleased at the prospect of erotic thrills his mother might offer him. But he still wondered about his girl friend. He had just gotten acquainted with Joyce and he hated to leave her. The faraway look in his eyes told his mother that something was troubling him.

“You don’t seem very excited about my suggestion,” she told him frankly.

“Should I be?” he asked her finally.

“Certainly,” she explained. “You’ll have New Orleans, and me.”

“What about my girl friend?”

”What?” his mother demanded. “You are calling that horrid high school slut your girl friend? I’ve tried to bring you up right. And here you refer to that good-for-nothing little tramp as your girl friend. What’s wrong with you, Freddy?”

“It may come as news to you, mom,” he told her, “but it’s normal for a guy my age to have a chick he digs. Other guys have been out balling chicks like crazy for years. Get off it.” “Damn you,” she complained. “Spoiling everything. I’ve given a lot of thought to our future. I want us to be happy, dear. And this was our chance.”

“Forget it,” he told her. “I would rather be here. All my friends are here.”

She went over to the bed and figured that he needed some more attention.

“Let me give you a nice relaxing message, dear,” she suggested.

At this point Freddy was more than a little eager to make his own life. But he couldn’t help admitting that when she pulled on his penis, it felt good. She applied some oil to his shaft so when she pulled, it aroused him.even more.

“I’ll put a little oil on your balls,” she grinned, “and that should please you even more.”

Apparently he figured his mother had always gotten by stimulating men to get her way. He had to confess she did know how to arouse him. Nevertheless, he was worried. He didn’t want his life to become so intertwined with hers that he had no life of his own. This made him nervous. But it didn’t stop him from getting a hard-on when she pulled rhythmically on his cock.

“Better stop pulling it off,” he told her. “Leave a little juice in the balls. I might need some for tomorrow.”