Emerson Taylor: Bitch mother

That same violently exciting aroma of leftover sexuality greeted her nostrils. The view of his cock, so big and hard, so eminently fuckable even at that moment, made her heart leap with a primitive joy. She ran her eyes over the long, thick rod and took in every detail. She loved the way his big balls distended the bag in which they rode; he looked as though he were loaded with cum and she quivered expectantly when she cast her mind back to the night before and remembered the violent way he had shot his load into her mouth. The memory of his jism, heated almost to the boiling point and sharp with lusty flavors, made her clitoris hum with new sexual energy.

Inevitably she brought her lips closer to the intoxicatingly beautiful tool, and then closed upon it with her lips. At first she kissed his cockhead softly and tenderly, barely touching her lips to the big rod, but her tongue soon nicked out to taste his meat. His cock tasted almost exactly like her finger after she had nun it through the lips of her pussy, and she found that she could no more resist the enchanting flavor than she could have stopped her pussy from throbbing so powerfully. Within seconds she was sucking his prick furiously, plunging her mouth far down the thick shaft and crushing the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth. She shivered with obscene delight when she felt that big, bulbous tip spear into the back of her throat; at that moment she wanted to be in total sexual possession of him. Had he had more cocks she would gladly have stuffed them into her cunt, her ass, her hands, between her tits, anywhere a prick might find a warm, snug resting place.

"Uh… hey!" the boy grunted, coming awake with sudden surprise. "Mom! Jeez, you're making me want to come already!"

Marie looked up at him and smiled with her eyes, never removing her mouth from his prick. She gave him an encouraging look, telling him that everything was all right and that she wanted to serve him in this way. He sank back onto the bed and relaxed somewhat, lifting his hips upward at the same time and plunging his cock deeper into Marie's waiting mouth. She moved from directly over him to a position above him, resting her cheek on his belly; when he drove his hips upward again, his prick speared in and out of her mouth. Marie realized that this was almost exactly the way it would be if she were kneeling above him and holding her body still while he fucked in and out of her cunt. That thought made her flesh tingle even more, and she consciously made her mouth into a cunt. She captured the head of his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, holding it as tightly as possible, and he showed his appreciation of the change by fucking harder than ever. He reached down to hold her head immobile and soon was plunging his massive cock in and out of her mouth with a hard, driving intensity that told her he did not have long to go before he would again be flooding her mouth with his sperm.

Quite a change from Paul Ryan, Marie thought, her heart beating more eagerly every second. There were times when Paul's cock seemed to have no feeling in it at all, and he could thrust away at her cunt forever without having any effect. More than once he had lost his hard-on while fucking her. Young Mike's prick seemed to be made of steel, and she wondered if it would ever go down. The thought of taking a day off and fucking him into a state of limpness had a certain basic appeal to her, and she promised herself that she would try to carry it off at the earliest opportunity.

Meanwhile there was still the matter of the big prick now spearing in and out of her hot mouth. She could feel the muscles in his belly knotting tighter, drawn into quivering bands by the sexual tension she was helping create within him, and for a moment she regretted that his cock was not in her cunt. The moment of regret quickly passed, and she knew that she would have ample opportunity later to sample that tool, to feel it being thrust deep into her slit and prying the walls of her cunt apart.

"Unngghh!" he groaned, stiffening his body and lurching upward with a frantic urgency. "Ooohh, get it on, get it on and suck me off! I'm coming!"

Marie sucked harder than ever. Her fist circled his cock and she began masturbating him furiously, knowing that her hand's plunging strokes would help him attain an even more violent climax. When the first steaming jet of sperm burst into her mouth, flooding her taste buds with raw, undiluted male sexuality, she felt an answering response from her own pussy. She clasped her thighs together tightly, squeezing the lips of her twat together with her legs, and bobbed her hips back and forth. Though her own climax was nowhere near the kind of all-pervading total feeling of sexual delight she had known the night before when he had shoved his rigid tool so deep into her cunt, it was still a climax, and she groaned with utter delight as she felt her come mounting higher. She continued sucking her son's cock and jacking him off; the hot, salty sperm flooded out stronger than ever. She sucked his prick until the tool ceased its pulsating spasms and then finished him off by capturing the head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger. Steve had taught her how to give him that final caress, that last fillip of sexual pleasure, and she watched her son's prick closely as she squeezed the big, ripe head between her fingers. Sure enough, another droplet of his cum oozed from the slit in the pricktip. She squeezed it out onto the ball of her thumb and then transferred it to her tongue, delighting in the last taste of sperm.

Mike could hardly believe that she had actually sucked him off and had done so without making any effort at getting similar treatment in turn. She laughed at that and assured him that the pleasure of feeling his dick explode in her mouth had been a sufficient reward in itself, though she went on to admit that she had also had a small orgasm at the time his prick had been shooting. He expressed his surprise upon hearing that; she replied that she had always been able to achieve a climax when sucking a man off. When Mike expressed an interest in knowing how this was done, Marie gave him a short lesson in female sexuality.

She rolled onto her back, positioning her crotch close to his face, and spread her thighs wide apart. He showed a very real interest in examining her pussy, and she proudly displayed the hot-lipped slit to him. She pointed out the clitoris' hiding place and told him about its especially critical role in helping a woman achieve a full measure of sexual pleasure. She also indicated other important areas. Mike listened carefully, and appeared to take it all to heart.

Naturally the lesson had an entirely predictable effect upon the strong, virile boy – his first orgasm had only whetted his appetite, it seemed – and soon he was fingering her pussy eagerly. Marie lay back for a moment, working her box against his finger, and discovered that her son had a real talent for exciting a woman. His touch was light, as she had suggested, and affected her powerfully. For a moment she hoped that he would eat her cunt before starting to fuck it, but then she remembered her date in the motel room with Ryan, and at once the desire vanished. Her pussy would still have a residue of his sperm on it, and she had no desire to have her son's lips touching that man's cum!

My God, she thought as she pressed down with her hips, forcing her pussy against his fingers with more pressure, I'm actually lying here and thinking about having my own son eat my pussy! Is there nothing I won't think about?

Mike had other aspects of lovemaking on his mind, however. She was only too aware of his throbbing boner, which lay stretched across his belly like a bar of steel fresh from the furnace; the big, thick rod almost glowed with animal warmth and seemed to cast off a powerful sexual radiation. She could feel its strongly sexual impulses flowing into her nipples, it seemed, and from there spreading over her body with irresistible force.