Emerson Taylor - Bitch mother

Once she had gained her second wind, she felt another surge of sexual competitiveness, and she hit upon another device whereby she might convince the boy that young Carol would have to exert herself mightily before convincing him that she was his mother's equal as an inventive, passionate and uninhibited bed partner. Rousing herself and finding a new strength once she had thought about the young girl, Marie began easing herself off her son. He sat up slightly and asked what she intended, protesting that he was too tired to give her any more of the pleasure he assumed she wanted.

"You want to have some fun without doing anything?" she asked, looking up at him with a devilish gleam in her eyes. "You just lie there and watch… I'm going to do something I've been wanting to do for a long time!"

With that she pulled herself up until she was squatting over him. It took a considerable exertion of her will to manage the feat; the bones in her legs acted as though they had been turned into jelly and threatened not to support her weight. She got herself pulled up more or less erect, however, and began lifting herself off his prick. He looked down between their bodies, at the spot where his body joined his mother's; he could see his cock, still big and thick even though it had lost its liveliness, and the wet, frothy ring of churned-up sperm which frosted his crotch hair. The same froth, the product of their ardent writhing and twisting as his balls had spat out their load of hot jizz covering the lips of her pussy and the hair around them. His prick bore a thick coating of the same juice as it emerged from the mouth of her cunt. When she pulled herself completely free of the tool it fell back onto Mike's stomach with a wet splat. At once a thick blob of his sperm gushed from her cunt, which remained open for a moment once it had lost its grip upon that thick, meaty plug, and dropped down onto his lower belly. The sperm fell upon the base of his prick, then slid down onto his belly, inching its way into the thicket of dark, crinkly hair surrounding his tool. She tightened the muscles of her belly and forced out most of the remaining sperm which had been lodged deeper inside her cunt. Mike watched the warm, thick cream drip from her cunt; he found the sight fascinating.

"Now I'm going to have myself a feast!" she muttered when she was satisfied that she had expelled most of his sperm from her hole. "A nice, warm sauce like that, it ought to make your cock taste better than ever!"

Mike proved to be enormously receptive to her newest form of sexual stimulation. Like most men, he had an inner but unavowed fascination with his own cum and now, seeing his mother aim it down onto his cock and balls, he could not bring himself to look away from the pools of creamy gruel which had gathered at the base of his belly. She stretched herself out on the bed, moving with slow, easy grace, and pulled her hair back so it would not dangle in the mess she had created there. First she ran her lips up and down the shaft of his prick very lightly, licking from time to time and thrilling at the sharp, decisive taste of the erotic ointment covering the tool. Gradually her lips grew bolder and after a time she slipped her lips down over the cockhead, sucked it up into her mouth and plunged down on it.

Mike groaned with delight as he felt his cock sliding deep into her throat. She could not manage to ingest all that huge tool, though she would have loved being able to take it all at once, but she did manage to give his dick a thorough sucking for as far as her lips and tongue could reach. Once she had licked his prick clean of every trace of their juices, she pulled her mouth away and grasped his rod to hold it up off his belly. She ran her lips around the portion which she had not been able to get into her mouth, some three or four inches of thick, stiff meat, and then extended her tongue to sample the pools of congealed, clotted sperm dotting his belly. The masculine gruel had the same exciting, salty taste she had remembered, except that now it had a sweeter, muskier tang, the result of having been mixed with her cunt's passionate oils. She deliberately held back and choked down her fist urge, which was to lap up all that delicious cum at once; it would heighten the effect, she suspected, and would definitely strengthen her own response if she made the delicious feast last as long as possible. Thus she merely tasted the warm cream and allowed its heady, sensual flavor to warm her brain and make her body grow more and more alive with feeling.

"Uhhh! You're making me want to fuck some more!" Mike groaned, writhing upon the bed as she continued working her tongue over the puddles of fuck juice. "Mmmm, I thought I was fucked out, but you're making me want it again!"

Marie held off as long as possible and then gave in to the violent forces at work within her body. She began licking and sucking at the clotted sperm and soon had cleansed him of it completely. The exciting taste seemed to work directly upon her clitoris, making it as lively and stiff as it had ever been. She rolled onto her side slightly, bringing both hands down over her throbbing pussy, and again forced her mouth over the head of his cock. Diddling herself with a warm but very knowing precision, she gently sucked and tongued his prick and felt her desire growing more intense every second.

When Mike could stand it no longer, he pulled his whang out of her mouth abruptly and moved around until he was kneeling between her legs. She brought her legs up high, just as she had seen girls do in some of the movies she had seen with Paul, and propped her calves upon his shoulders. This extreme position brought her rump high and presented her pussy to his prick with a flagrantly bold sensuality. He looked down, saw the warm, hairy slit awaiting him and immediately felt hornier. Marie planted the cock for him, taking advantage of the opportunity to fist-fuck it a moment or two; the friction of her hand applied to his passion-stiffened prick further invigorated him and made him even more eager to sink the big sword into her sheath. Handling the massive length of cunt-stretcher like a baseball bat, she guided the knobby head down into the mouth of her cunt and held it firmly in place as he leaned against her. She kept her fist locked around his prick for the first several strokes; when his prick emerged from her cunt, it bore a liberal coating of her lusty oils and further lubricated her palm and fingers, allowing the tool to slide through her grip more easily. He was, in effect, fucking her fist and cunt with the same motion, and Marie found this new wrinkle to be surprising provocative, especially since she could rub the heel of her palm against the inflamed lips of her pussy and thereby give herself even greater pleasure.

Despite the blasting fury of his previous orgasms, Mike's senses were aroused enough for him to come one more time. Admittedly his load was a weak, puny thing, only a few dribbles of a very thin, watery semen, but his cock throbbed as hard as ever and the spasms of joy ripping through his loins were satisfyingly intense. Marie removed her fist from around his cock when he began bucking her faster; she dug her fingers into the cheeks of his ass and pulled him closer to her. Her propped-up legs kept her from moving very much, but she managed to twist her ass from side to side strongly enough to add a measure of participation to his strong fucking action. Crying out with feverish delight as he rammed his big prick into the depths of her strained cunt time and time again, she came with a mighty enthusiasm and shuddered powerfully when her lustful pleasure peaked once more.

It was on Mike's third trip home that he discovered the secret of his mother's relationship with Ranger. He was partly responsible for the discovery; he had called her the night before, telling her that he would leave around noon. Upon getting out of bed late that morning, he discovered a delivery truck in the area and managed to get himself a ride into Midwood. Thus he arrived home at noon, rather than around five o'clock, as he had originally planned. Marie, who had woken up that morning in an incredibly horny mood, had tried to avoid Ranger but had eventually given in to the pounding waves of sexual desire percolating through her loins. She had already allowed the eager dog to lick her pussy into two furies of climactic frenzy, neither of which had done much to satisfy her need for deep penetration, and in despair had turned to present her ass to him. Ranger had just gotten his prick firmly planted in her hot, grasping cunt and was beginning to pound that hot, quivering tool into her twat when Mike walked in; Marie had been so aroused that she had not heard him walking up outside the house.