Jason Cannon - Secretary for swapping

"But…"

"What's the matter?" But Jo Ann knew what the matter was, and she hastened to calm his fears. "It's all right, baby. We love each other… that's all that matters!" She teased him lightly as she continued to caress the length of his quivering cock. She got to her feet in front of the bed. "Here, darling," she purred, "Wouldn't you like to take this gown off me?"

No longer able to control himself, Paul groaned and then jumped to his feet beside her. His hands shook as he reached for the tie that held the gown together.

Jo Ann abandoned her body to his eager fingers as he tore at the gown until it was around her hips. At last her quivering breasts were exposed to his feverish gaze.

She stood motionless before him, her face glowing with a strange kind of pride as she saw the youngster's eyes settle on her full-swelling white mounds of flesh. A soft moan of lewd delight erupted from his open lips, and then his head dipped downward, his mouth fastening hungrily on one upturned nipple.

The boy's warm, searching lips began to greedily explore her soft tits, nipping and kissing until a twitch descended to her hot cunt below. Her ass-checks began a slow, impatient grinding under the teenager's roaming hands.

Between them, his eagerly throbbing cock thrust out, and the virile heat of it was searing against the curve of her hips. She reluctantly pulled any from his excitedly exploring hands and lips.

"Do you want to see all of me, Paul?"

"Yeah – nice, yes!"

The boy's eager young eyes were fixed avidly on her lush body, not daring to believe that this was really happening to him. He watched the smile that curved her moist lips as her big, wonderful breasts swayed provocatively when she leaned over to pull the gown down over her hips. His eyes bulged as he saw the moist pink slit.

Jo Ann turned away from him then and, with barely managed casualness, slowly bent over to pick up the garment at her feet. As she moved, her smooth rounded buttocks spread slightly, and Paul gulped at the first sight of her tightly puckered asshole.

Jo Ann threw the gown on a nearby chair and took his hands in hers. Carefully, she placed his palms on her tits, then again reached down to clasp his blood-engorged cock.

"They feel nice, don't they, darling?" she purred huskily into his ear. "Play with them, baby, squeeze them and touch my nipples. That's one of the things that girls like best."

Paul managed to follow her directions shakily and was rewarded by a cry of delight that rose from her throat as he seized both of her soft warm breasts and squeezed them together until the pink nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Feeling more confident each moment, he rolled the pointed tips against his licking young tongue as her moist warm breath panted excitedly down on the back of his neck.

Sparks of lust shot through Jo Ann's body as his hands slipped down from her bulging tits to fondle her hips and trace the rounded contours of her trembling asscheeks. The boy kissed and licked all over her heaving breasts, then moved downward, his wet tongue swabbing hungrily at the tiny indentation of her navel. His breath rasped with excitement as his fingers tentatively touched the hairs between her leg. Then he slid his fingers into the valley between her thighs, lightly stroking at the swollen wet lips of her pussy.

"Oh, God, yes, darling! That's so good!"

"Do you like that?" the boy croaked, sliding his fingertips up and down the juicy cuntal lips.

"Yes, yes, I love it! Mother loves for her baby boy toy with her pussy!"

Jo Ann knew she had gone past the point of no return. She knew that she was actually going to let her own son fuck her.

She quivered weakly against his slender body, the contact sending delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of in.

"Can we do it now, Mom? Can I really fuck you?" the boy asked hoarsely as he sensed her sudden submission to his hands and lips.

"Ooooh, God, yessss!" Jo Ann cried as her arms released their greedy hold around his neck.

She was a slave now to the juices of hot longing that made her ache to have his rigid young cock inside her cunt. There was no thought in her mind but anticipation of the moment when he would thrust his prick deep into her love-starved cunt.

She kissed his chest, teasing the hard nipples with her tongue, finally trailing it downward over his convulsing belly and navel, gradually lowering herself to her knees. Her gleaming eyes feasted on his upthrust stiffened cock that speared outward from his dark pubic hair and the crinkled skin of the virile young balls that dangled between his legs.

"Mom, Mom, what are you doing?" the boy suddenly cried as he looked down at her beautiful face a bare inch from the dripping head of his prick.

"Something that will make you feel good, darling," she sighed. "Something that I hope you'll want me to do often."

God, she felt so evil, so vile, to be seducing her own son this way, like some sort of perverted woman who preyed on young boys. And yet, he was so handsome and so hungry for love. She couldn't help herself. Leaning forward, she lightly kissed the tip of his cock, extending her warm tongue so that it darted into the tiny slit while she lovingly caressed and cupped his cum-filled balls with her hands.

"Ooooooobhh!" Paul groaned as a bolt of pleasure struck the head of his prick. He staggered on trembling legs and nearly lost his balance.

She caught him by the hips, steadying him, then eased him backwards onto the bed.

"Oh, darling, darling," she groaned in rapture as she spread his legs apart. "How I'm going to love your cock, and how I'm going to teach you how to love my pussy!"

Gripping his hotly pulsing prick between her thumb and forefinger at its base to pull back its foreskin, she gazed hungrily down at the blood-filled tip. Then, with a soft moan of surrender, she dropped her head and let her wet ovalled lips envelop the rubbery, swollen head of his prick.

"Oh shit!" the boy screamed. "Oh, yes, that feels good – that feels so damn good!"

He choked out another shriek of pleasure as he raised his head to watch her wet, warm lips flow over the head of his cock. The young boy could feel her tongue wildly swirling around his tingling cockhead, sending charges of excitement rippling through his groin. He couldn't understand how or why this was happening to him, but he wanted it to go on forever. If it were a dream, he didn't want to wake up. But he knew it wasn't a dream; it was really happening. His beautiful mother was actually naked and down on her knees between his legs, her big, cushiony breasts bouncing softly against his knees as she sucked hungrily on the end of his aching cock.

"Ohhh, I'd better stop before you come," she cooed as she drew her moist lips slowly up off the gleaming satiny glans of his prick. Pleased with his low groan of disappointment, she gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"Come to my bedroom, sweetheart," she said. "I want to teach you all the rest!"

She took his hand and hurriedly led him across the hall to her own room.

She threw herself onto the bed and was elated to see that he did the same. All his youthful fears were gone now and he had but one thought on his mind – fucking. And the object of that thought was her own cock-hungry pussy.

"What do you want to do to me, darling?" she rasped.

"You know…"

"Tell me," she demanded. "I want to hear you say it!"

"I want to fuck you. I want to push my cock up into your pussy and shoot my juice in you!"

"Oh, baby, you will," Jo Ann groaned. "God, how you will!"

Her lips, which had moments before nursed his cock clasped over his mouth and her quivering tongue darted lizard-like between his teeth. She lifted her satiny white thigh over his hip, pressing her cuntal mound tightly against his side with an undulating motion.