Emerson Taylor: Bitch mother

The Scotch quickly warmed her blood and she felt the effects of the alcohol. Added to the two drinks she had had before dinner and the stiff brandy afterwards, the Scotch was enough to put her into a very mellow mood. She eyed the stack of papers on the card table beside her bed and shuddered: all her biology classes at Midwood High had taken six weeks' exams that day and were waiting to be read and marked. They would keep until tomorrow, she told herself, or possibly even the day after. Charles Miller, the superintendent, might have frowned at her careless attitude, but he would have frowned even more, she realized, if she had offended Paul Ryan by refusing to go out with him that evening.

Marie slipped on a sheer dressing gown, belted it loosely around her waist and drained the last of her drink before going to the bathroom. Upon stepping out into the hallway, she noticed a light shining under the door of her son Mike's bedroom. It was twelve or a little after, she knew, and rather late for him to be awake so she went in to investigate. Her soft knock received no answer, and she repeated it. Still receiving no answer, she opened the door and looked inside. His bedside radio was playing softly and he was stretched out sound asleep. What brought her up short, however, was the fact that he was stark naked. He had kicked the covering sheet down and thus she was able to see his cock.

My God, he's hung just like his father! she thought.

She stared in amazement. Although he was sixteen and taller than she was, she still thought of him as a child, and therefore she found it all the more difficult to comprehend the enormity of the cunt-splitter rearing out from the dark patch of hair at the base of his belly. The tool was even larger than Paul's, and it was rock hard. A pair of man-sized balls completed the exciting picture.

Moving very quietly, Marie stepped across the room until she was standing directly beside his bed. The swollen cock, inflamed with lust and colored a deep pink, lay stretched across his belly. The foreskin was drawn tight around the big, arrow-shaped head; a tiny circle had formed at the end, showing the narrow slit crowning the very tip of the burly rod. Marie's eyes widened when she saw a tiny, shining droplet of sperm well up into that slit, and she felt a powerful surge of electric vitality radiate out from her clitoris. The tiny nub nestled between the lips of her pussy began transmitting frantic messages of sexual arousal to the rest of her body, throbbing heavily with every beat of her heart. Marie looked down at her son's cock for a long minute. She did not move a muscle, though a very observant spectator looking in just the right places could have seen her big nipples swelling out against the sheer fabric of her gown. All the frustration, all the pent-up emotion she had felt with Paul now surfaced inside her and came to a head. She felt a mighty throbbing inside her brain. After gazing longingly at the swollen prick, she gave a low, quavering moan and then impulsively bent over her son.

Lifting up his cock and placing her lips over the tightly drawn foreskin in one motion, she extended her tongue and licked up the droplet of sperm which lay in the tiny crevice crowning the big rod. The taste of his cum, so salty and yet also incredibly sweet, inflamed her senses with urgent desires. She lost all consciousness of herself and her surroundings; it seemed that she had become a gigantic mouth and that there was nothing else in the world but her lips, her tongue and the head of Mike's cock. The boy stirred upon his bed and in doing so involuntarily lifted his hips slightly. The shift was enough to make his prick slide a fraction of an inch farther into his mother's waiting mouth. Feeling the shift, she lost all control of herself.

Marie groaned – a sound of primitive, animal lust – and shoved her mouth far down the thick shaft of Mike's stiff cock. She never noticed that her exertion forced open the loosely belted robe, allowing her big, fire-tipped tits to swing free. Her tightly gripping lips forced back the foreskin covering the head of the prick, and she felt the naked, flaring head of his cock sliding into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue naturally welcomed the knobby intruder, curling around it in a tight embrace and sliding over the most sensitive spots.

Although Mike was still asleep, he reacted in a thoroughly natural way: he thrust up into the warm, wet, tightly gripping cavity being forced around his cock and, in doing so, shoved more of his tool into her throat. The head slid far back, probing deep, and Marie felt a sudden surge of exultation. She had long ago learned how to relax her throat muscles, so a cock could penetrate her mouth to the maximum, and she exercised that capability now. Her lips brushed against the chestnut-hued fur growing out of the base of her son's bevy, and she had virtually an his hard prick in her mouth. She skewered her face around his cock, making her mouth and tongue do fantastic things to the big rod, and then puked away, only to drive her mouth down on his dick once more. Mike, coming awake now, still reacted instinctively and lowered his hips down to the bed, only to drive upward once more.

"Unnggh!" he moaned. "Ahhhh!"

Two thrusts were enough to bring his youthful, inexperienced passions to a boil. Marie thrived with savage delight when she felt his cock give a tremendous leap within her mouth; she gave no thought to the fact that this was her son's cock and that she was committing am incestuous act. Filled with overwhelming desire and conscious only of the bigness, the hardness of the cock in her mouth, she surrendered to its intoxicating power. The first shattering jet of sperm rocketed into her throat, and was quickly followed by mother of even greater strength. The hot cream flooded out of his cock in violent spurts and she was hard put to swallow all of it. Her hunger for the heady, tasty gruel raged, and her throat worked rapidly as she swallowed the hot load. She continued to work her face around his prick and caress the pulsating tool with her tongue until every drop of his load had been fired off. Once she had completely licked his cock clean and had satisfied herself that his climax was ended, she pulled her face away and gave a long, low groan of satisfaction.

"Mom!" Mike breathed, able to speak for the first time. "My God, I thought I was dreaming! It really was you!"

"Did you dream that I was doing it to you?" she murmured, straining to get her eyes into proper focus. "Oh, darling, I looked in to see how you were and… you were lying here naked, so beautiful, and I… well, I just couldn't resist, no matter how hard I tried!"

She was only too aware that his cock had lost little or none of its enormous size and stiffness. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she suddenly found that her thighs were quivering madly, and she clasped the big tool in her right hand and pumped it slowly, lovingly. Her saliva still coated the thick shaft and her fist slid back and forth easily.

"Jesus, you really did it!" he whispered. "You really went down on me! Nobody ever did that before!"

"It isn't a young girl's game," she replied. "A woman has to grow up a lot before she's ready to have a man that way."

"W-W-Was it really good?"

"Marvelous! You came and came and came," she answered, "just the way I like it best. Oh, Mike, I haven't had it that good since your father left! Mmmm, you were just wonderful!"

His prick remained hard as a bar of iron in her fist, and her slow pumping action inevitably reminded her of fucking. She became aware of her opened robe and of Mike's clear, brown eyes sliding over her big boobs. Whereas Marie ordinarily would never have permitted her son to look at her naked tits, she now found herself in a drastically different situation. Perhaps it was the strong aftertaste of his cum that still lingered in her mouth; it might have been the warm, comforting presence of his cock in her right hand. Whatever the case, Marie forgot all about their mother-son relationship and concentrated solely upon the self-evident facts: he was a man and she a woman.