Nick Eastwood - Seducing the hot mother

"So what's on the agenda for today, Mom?" he asked. "Want me to mow the lawn? Take out the trash?"

Suddenly Dee panicked. If he was with her all day, she couldn't fail to get aroused again.

"Oh, honey, why don't you take the day off?" she said. "You work so hard at school. Go hang out with your friends if you want." Jay wasn't buying it. He read the nervousness in her voice and knew she was trying to get rid of him so there wouldn't be a repetition of last night. That told him she was still horny for him, that she was afraid of losing her self-control. And that was exactly how he wanted her.

"No way, Mom," he grinned. "I'm not leaving you with all this work. I'll start with the lawn."

Dee gave up. At least he'd be outside for awhile. Jay went out and fired up the power mower, while she did some mending. Next he took out the trash. There weren't any more outside chores to do. He came in and flopped onto the couch beside her. She hoped he was just taking a little rest.

"Well, what'd you decide, Mom?" he said. "Can I go out on Friday nights or not?"

"Oh, of course, honey," Dee said. "You're old enough. I guess I was being too hard on you."

"Great," he smiled. "Now what did you decide about the other thing?"

Dee looked at him and blushed. "What other thing?" she said.

"Aw, come on, Mom," Jay said, "you know what I'm talking about. There was something else we didn't get settled last night."

Dee blushed right down to her toes. She didn't want to talk about her disgraceful conduct, but she knew it was best to get it over with.

"Jay, I dust wasn't thinking straight last night," she said. "It was very wrong of me to behave that way. It isn't right for a mother and son to get it on, and it's not going to happen again. I hope that tells you what you wanted to know."

"No, it doesn't, Mom," Jay said, sitting up and scooting towards her, "because I don't buy it. I think we have something pretty hot going on between us, and I want more of it. I think you do, too."

He took her mending materials out of her hands and tossed them on the coffee table. Dee's heart was pounding. He grabbed her and kissed her hard, forcing her head back against the couch. His tongue filled her mouth. His hands closed possessively over her tits, squeezing firmly. Dee pushed against his chest, but she couldn't budge him.

It was obvious that her lusty young son wasn't going to give up till he'd fucked her.

She was dead set against committing incest. Yet her body was ignoring her decision and responding to Jay with hot abandon. Her pussy was creaming furiously, her nipples stiffening, and she was grinding her belly against his. Her pussy didn't give a damn whether it was incest or not.

Jay shoved his hands up under her tight T-shirt and quickly and deftly unhooked her bra. Pushing it out of the way, he cupped her naked tits. They throbbed hotly in his molding hands, swelling and heating. Her stiff nipples dug into his palms. The boy would have to know how starved she was for a male's touch. At least he didn't know she was creaming through her panties and shorts.

Then his hands left her tits and started on the zipper of her shorts. She gave muffled sobs of protest, but he went on with that deep steamy tongue-kissing, driving her wild with desire and making her dizzy. She felt him unzipping her shorts. He grasped shorts and panties and started pulling them off. She finally wrenched her mouth away from his.

"My God, Jay, no," she gasped. "I told you, it's incest, it's wrong."

"I don't care what it, Mom," he said hoarsely. "You know damned well we wanta fuck each other. Why fight it?"

So there it was. He had laid it out, and Dee couldn't deny it was true. She wanted to fuck him, all right. She wanted it so badly, she could have screamed. So instead of lying to him, she jumped to her feet and tried to rim away from him. Unfortunately her clothing slipped the rest of the way down her legs and tripped her.

She tumbled to the thick shag carpet, her shorts and panties tangled around her ankles, her luscious little ass bare to her son's hot hungry eyes. She heard another zipper and she turned her head and saw Jay skinning out of his jeans. His cock was hugging his belly, stiff as steel and ready for action.

"No, Jay, noooo," she sobbed.

She tried to get up, but the clothes were caught around her ankles. She managed to get to her hands and knees and, she started crawling away. She didn't get very far. Jay's hot sweaty hands were suddenly on her hips, grasping hard and holding her in place. She screamed as he crammed his thick rock-hard prick into her from behind, stuffing her cunt in one hungry thrust.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she wailed.

It was happening, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her own son was shoving his cock into her, fucking her. Dee sobbed in horror. Yet at the same time she felt searing pleasure as a cock entered her cunt for the first time in more than fifteen years. She couldn't deny how desperately she'd craved that sensation.

"Awwwwwww, Mom, yeah," Jay groaned. His mother's cunt was fantastically tight, as tight as Tori's little teenaged cunt. But then it hadn't been used much. It was also steamy-hot and slippery with cream, the ideal place to sheath his stiffened cock. He pushed into her till only his balls were showing and felt her soak his meat with molten cream. She might be sobbing in protest, but she was also very, very horny.

So he just ignored her protests and started fucking her. He hammered his cock into her in quick hard jabs, shivering with pleasure and excitement. Her cunt was so velvety and hot, so wonderfully tight and gripping. The horny teenager was soon lost in blissful fucking, and nothing could have stopped him.

Dee crouched there and tried to quell the rising excitement she was feeling. Jay straddled her legs and hammered his cock into her defenseless little cunt, cramming it again and again. Each deep hard thrust was ecstasy to the love-starved divorcee. She tried to fight her lust and she lost. She soaked her son's pistoning cock with blast after blast of hot cream.

"Ohhhhhh. God, ohhhhhh," she sobbed.

"It's good, Mom, you know it's good," Jay panted. "Why don't you relax and go with it?"

Dee thought she'd given her son a pretty good sex education, but obviously there'd been gaps in her teaching. She hadn't taught him that it was wrong to fuck his own mother. Jay was in pure bliss as he hammered his rock-hard fuck tool in her juicy little cunt. There wasn't anything on his conscience.

It was too late to tell him how wrong he was. She'd already tried, and he wouldn't listen. She couldn't escape his hammering cock, either. So why not enjoy it? It was feeling better and better to her as he fucked into her, reaming her hot little cunt, forcing out her thick cream.

Dee couldn't stop creaming and it was all she could do to keep from wailing in ecstasy each time Jay's stiff prick crammed her cunt. She could hear the obscene sucking noise his cock was making as it forced out her juice. Did he know that that noise told how horny she was, how she couldn't stop the hot creaming?

"Awwwwww, Mom, it's so fuckin' good," he groaned.

Dee had to agree with that, but she wasn't going to tell him so. He had to learn that it was wrong to fuck his own mother. She mustn't let him know how she was loving every stiff thrust of his fat young cock. She mustn't tell him how desperately she needed this hard fucking.

But it was becoming harder and harder to conceal her pleasure. She was soaking his cock with her uncontrollable creaming and her hips seemed to have a life of their own, jerking lustily to his rhythm. She bit her lips to keep from wailing with bliss. She realized to her horror that she was sailing helplessly towards climax.

No, she thought desperately, I mustn't come.