James Armstrong - A special mother

"Well, there were six of us girls in our group. At the end of each football game, our group had a contest to see which one of us could brace her knees straight out like this and hold her cunt up the highest. The winner got to date the football captain. I usually won."

"Mom!"

"Now I'm not a kid any longer," she said.

He ran his hands over the inner surfaces of her thighs, just above the tops of her stockings. "You sure don't look very old. Your skin is so soft and smooth."

"I'm glad you think so. Do you like my garters?"

He put his fingers inside one of the little black lacy garters that encircled her thighs, over the tops of her stockings, and said, "They look real cute on you. Aren't they a little uncomfortable, though? They're kind of tight."

"A little," she said. "Why don't you take them off? I guess my stockings will stay up by themselves, as long as I'm lying down like this."

It was a relief when he unsnapped the cute strips of elastic and tossed them aside. Kneeling between her spread thighs, he rubbed his fingers up and down the length of her cunt-gash.

Lying with her thighs straight out and down flat on the rug, she rocked her ass up and down against his movements, slipping the pussy-flesh through his fingers, making a glow of warmth travel up and down for the length of her cunt-slot.

Her breathing turned jerky. "Your hands are nice in there, Tommy, but try to get your fingers clear inside my cunt."

She held her ass down while his fingers probed a little deeper.

"Having trouble, honey?" she asked.

"You have a cunt like a little girl's."

"How would you know?"

"I've got one hell of an imagination."

"Maybe I can help you. I'll spread myself all the way." She pressed down hard with the sides of her knees, and her ass heaved high. It hurt a little in her hip joints, but she held her cunt high and spread for him. "Any better?"

"Lots better," he said. "I can even see your little clit. Let's see if I can get your inner pussy-lips turned out and hang onto them."

Little jabs of tingling heat shot through her pussy while he struggled with her inner cunt-flesh. It gave the sensation of being turned inside out while he bent the cunt-lips toward the outside, but it didn't cause any pain.

"I've got your inner pussy-lips turned out in my hands," he said.

"Can you stretch my cunt so my clit's outside?"

"No way, Mom. Like I said, you've got a little girl's cunt. Let your ass back down, and I'll get you warmed up."

His fingers were gentle on her inner cunt-lips as he rubbed them, making a nice warm glow move up and down along her pussy-slot. While he kept rubbing her cunt, she lay back and examined herself in the big mirror he had tipped down for her. With her legs spread straight out, her cunt-mound swelled up high.

As though obeying a will of its own, her ass started rolling up, working her cunt-lips through his fingers, adding to the tingling glow.

Then he stopped rubbing and looked at her cunt as though seeing inside her. Her breath came in short gasps when he bent down close to her pussy. He stretched her cunt-slot wider as he brought his mouth down.

He kissed the lips of her pussy. Then, holding the pussy-lips open, he slowly pushed his hot tongue down into her cunt-hole. The muscles in her pussy pinched shut, but his tongue was persistent. Slowly he forced it inside.

Her clit burned with a flash when his nose touched the nub, and her hips jerked up against his face.

Then he took his mouth from her cunt and looked up.

"How about it, Mom? Warmed up enough now?"

She tried to talk, but her breath kept coming in gasps. After a moment, she calmed somewhat.

"I'm hot as a fox. Give it to me!"

His hands left her cunt, and he brought his knees closer. Grasping her hips, he lifted her with her legs spread around him.

The outer lips of her cunt were open, but as he raised her hips up, she let her knees rest down on the rug, and it spread her cunt still wider. The hot flesh of his cock-head pushed her pussy-lips open and nudged in.

As he drew her up harder against his cock, her inner fuck-hole opened and his cock-head started inside. He shifted his hands under her ass and held her up against his cock.

Rita let her arms rest limply over her head and let her mouth go slack and let her head loll from side to side as he shifted his hands on her ass. It was a nice feeling to be so helpless in his arms, to let him do whatever he wanted to her little body as he drew her cunt up onto his cock.

Pain stabbed through her cunt and she gasped and tensed. He stopped drawing her up and just held her in place. In a moment, the pain faded and she again went limp. He resumed drawing her up, drawing her little cunt up on his cock.

Then her son's big cock-head was deep inside her. There was no pain.

While he held her hips, she brought her outward-splayed knees down on the rug and pushed. Her ass bobbed a little and she held herself up on his cock while he shifted his knees out behind himself.

Now in position, he lowered his hips and she sank down under him until her ass touched the rug.

Then he slowly thrust his prick in her, bringing a nice tingling wave of heat through her pussy. She pressed her knees down and swung her ass up, lifting her cunt up toward him, slipping her stretched pussy up his cock-shaft, until his groin-hair touched her cunt-mound. As he drew back, she swung her ass back down and slipped her cunt down his cock-shaft.

No sooner had her ass touched the bed than the bulge of his cock-head tugged at her pussy-lips, and then he fucked into her again. As she rose to meet him, he fucked in harder, and his cock-head drove deep, bringing its wave of heat.

Rita lay under him with arms limp, mouth relaxed and lips parted, head lolling from side to side, writhing under his hard-driving prick, letting a whine be drawn from her throat each time his cock-head drew back to the lips of her cunt.

She knew the joy of watching his sweating face come near and draw back, come near and draw back, and the rhythmic wave action of her own body as it undulated up to meet him, then flowed back to the rug, rose up to meet him, flowed back to the rug. She knew the joy of pushing her stretched cunt up the shaft of his cock, to shove her little pussy-mound against his hairy groin, then to fall away from him, to drift back through space while her pussy slipped back on his cock-shaft, to let her ass down to the rug and wait for the next wave to lift her back up.

Without missing a fuck-stroke, he slipped his arms under her back and drew her up close. She lolled her head back, limp in his arms, limp everywhere but in her legs and in her knees. With each drive of his cock, she pushed the sides of her knees down on the rug and heaved her ass up to lift her cunt to him.

Now Tommy fucked her faster and broke into her dream. Conscious once more, she matched his driving pace with the whipping action of her hips. Her whine changed to a choking whimper that broke off each time their bodies met.

His strokes slowed and he lifted his head and clenched his teeth while he pounded his prick into her, harder but slower. She matched the force of his fuck-strokes and whipped her cunt up at him harder.

Then his fuck-strokes slowed and he poised and drove in hard and stayed against her. His cum spurted hotly in her cunt while he quivered against her. The hot jism pumped again and again.

When the cum stopped spurting, he slowly lowered them together to the rug. She was breathing fast and her heart hammered, making her hard-pointed tits shake.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said. "I came too fast."

"Don't… don't worry, honey," she said, panting. "We have… all night to… get me off."

He got up, pulling his limp cock out of her, closed her legs, and lay beside her. They looked at each other while she waited for her breathing to slow.