Unknown - Mom_s hot lips

"Roger! I'm going to come! Honey.. Oh! Ohhhh!"

Wave after wave pulsed through her, sending her higher and higher. She tried to switch her ass and shake out the orgasm, but the water gave no resistance.

"Yaaaagh! I'm coming!" she cried harshly.

It flowed from her. Her whole body shook in the water, undulating and sending waves from the sides of her hips. Roger glued his mouth to her pussy and sucked and sucked, just as if he were drawing it from her, as if he were drinking her cunt juice from a two-handled cup.

Her twat rose out of the water. Silvery liquid cascaded from the smooth rise of her mound and flowed from the sides of her hips. Her pussy seemed pointed towards the sky, as if she were fucking the great huge ball of the sun overhead.

It was maddening. It was one of the most erotic experiences of her life, and she came and came, squeezing, pushing-dangerously hard. She felt a sudden rippling, a release of pressure she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Roger! Oh God, honey! Roger, I'm pissing!"

Shame swept through her. He held her pussy out of the water, his hands pressuring up under her butt. Her thighs were wide apart, the inner surfaces of them turned outward as her legs rotated in her hip sockets.

A spout of fluid arced up from her twat and glittered in the bright, yellow sunlight. It fell into the pool in quick droplets that skittered across the surface.

Roger lifted his head and kept her pussy up and stared down avidly and watched her shame pour forth. His face went slack with lust. She tried to stop and couldn't.. Her body shuddered with the last pulses of orgasm, and they were given extra power by the utterly wanton feelings sweeping through her.

"Ohhhh, Mom." Roger whispered huskily.

He watched her hole open wide and emit her fluid. He saw her cunt mouth quivering and sucking underneath. He moved forward slightly and let the stream spatter against his stomach, warm and smooth. He walked right up against her cunt until there was a hissing sound, and then he fell against her and hugged her and brought their bodies upright in the water.

He kissed her again and again, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tangling with hers, reaching for the back of her throat. His chest mashed her tits flat, and his hands cupped her ass and lifted her high in the water.

"God, you're the most exciting mom a guy could ever want to have!" he cried;

He wrapped her thighs around his waist and pushed her down, still holding her by her ass. She knew what was coming. But it was so hard-so terribly hard and incredibly stiff.

His prick shot into her pussy. Her cunt was spread wide open because of her straddling position. She felt water and prick enter her silken hole, and a bubble of air zigzagged up between their bodies and popped, bringing the aroma of her hot pussy with it.

"Ohhhh, Roger, I'm sorry," she gasped, clinging to his neck, hiding her face in the hollow of it "I didn't mean to do that. I couldn't stop it. The long drive down here, and then-you made me come so terribly hard I..

"Mom! Mom, your pussy! God, make it suck at my prick again! Make my cock squirt up in you!"

She tightened her thighs about his waist and dug her heel into the crack of his ass. His legs spread to balance them in the water. She tried to move up and down, but the water slowed her motions. She sucked with the smooth muscles of her pussy and felt his prick reach for the back of her cunt and dance there.

"Yaaaaagh!" he growled lightly. "Here it comes! I'm gonna pin up your pussy, Mom! White sticky Jesus, I'm coming!"

His cock bucked and swelled inside her split pussy. It trembled and throbbed and spewed forth his load of sperm, filling her cunt completely, pressuring out through the root-stuffed lips.

Strings of cum floated lazily up between them, and still he kept pouring his cum into her belly. And she kept drinking it in with her pussy, drawing it from his balls, letting her hot, trembling cunt overflow with the volume of it.

He staggered. They would have gone over sideways if they hadn't been supported by the water. He gasped heavily, his chest heaving against hers. Then he looked at her with sleepy eyes and grinned.

"What a mother," he said tenderly.

She laughed. Her blue eyes danced. She shook her butt against his middle, feeling giddy and young and light. "What a mother-fucker," she giggled.

She twirled away from him and began swimming, goading him into chasing her again. She thought about what she'd said, what they'd done again.

She should have felt guilty and base, but she didn't. She felt free. The times before, back at the big house in Miami, Paul's presence had been there. No matter where she had gone in the house to open her legs to her son and let him fuck her, her husband's heavy presence had been there.

It wasn't here. It wasn't a part of this place any more than she had been a part of it.

Could that have been the reason he hadn't shared it with her? Because he knew it wasn't his, wasn't theirs, wasn't something for them to share? If so, why wasn't it? Whose personality was built into the walls, reflected by the sweeping designs, nurtured in the abundance of planters? Who was it that gleamed with blue-white hardness from the chrome and glass?

She stopped swimming.. Roger wasn't chasing bet He'd hauled himself from the pool and was sitting on the edge, his wet shorts dripping from his hands.

She watched him get up and step into them. They were transparent and clung to his ass and hips. He left wet footprints as he trailed away from the pool and headed up a flight of outside stairs towards the balcony and the row of rooms looking at the ocean with blank glassy eyes.

"Roger?" she called after him.

"Gonna look around, Mom," he called back. He grinned feebly. He looked debauched.

She hugged herself in the cool water and shivered slightly, flushing with shame at the same time. Was it possible the old lady was too hot for the young boy to handle?

She smiled to herself and giggled and squeezed her hand round her cunt to contain the fiery tingling there.

'Hey, come up and take a look at what I found!"

Vera had been floating on her back, enjoying the warmth of the sun against her bare tits, the coolness of the water surrounding her rump and pulsing erotically between her thighs.

She stood upright and searched the balcony area and saw him leaning over the iron railing. He waved her forward.

"Come on-you won't believe it!" He called again.

Vera waded towards the shallow end of the pool. She went under water to pick up her dress and panties. She heaved the soggy dress onto the cement siding with a splat and spread it in the sun, where it would dry quickly.

She stepped into her panties and saw that the wet nylon was totally transparent, no more than a lemony coloration to her hips and butt. It sank into the crack of her ass and into the gap between her pussylips and was like no covering at all.

She mounted the stairs. Roger hadn't waited for her. She found the open door to the room and looked inside. He was lying on a bed, bouncing up and down on it. His hips bucked and thrust into the air, and his cock bulged inside his damp shorts.

Vera stood and watched him. She gazed about the room with utter disbelief. This wasn't one of Paul's motels. There was absolutely nothing about it that was him-least of all in the bed her son was bouncing and jiggling on.

"A waterbed, Mom!" he cried happily, setting it and his body into erotic motion.

After a long moment, Vera took note of the rest of the room. There were two wide chairs that looked big enough to hold a snuggling couple in them. There was a small desk, a low dresser, and a large TV mounted oddly high at the foot of the jiggling bed. It was a frame that permitted it to be turned and viewed from nearly anywhere in the room, but most advantageously from the bed. The control and was even on one of the nightstands on either side of the bed.