Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

Jesus, the way her sexual innards were in a turmoil it was almost worth the risk. Maybe she could trust kids more than grown men. Men were known to brag about their piece-of-tail conquests. But if anyone at the Municipal Water Company where she was a clerk found out, goodbye job.

God, how she needed a piece of ass!

When Vern, a crewcut fifteen year old joined her on the porch, the tall brunette with brown eyes hugged him to her. "If we did something-not really what people approve of-would you keep your mouth shut, Vern? Remember, I wouldn't think of it, well, if your father hadn't gotten sent away."

"The pen, you mean?" the boy murmured as Rhoda sort of herded him into the house.

Maybe it's the confounded August heat, she frowned.

"Yes, something like that. I miss your daddy and the fun we had," she said.

"Fun?"

"You know-man and wife. In the bedroom. Making love, Son," she said clumsily, gritting her teeth as a fresh wave of sexual turmoil assaulted her, hitting her so hard in the loins her steps faltered.

"I wouldn't talk, Mom, to anyone," the boy said-faithfully, a trifle bewildered.

Take a chance? Why not? If she could only be certain. "Not tell anyone; not even the Ormand boys. Not anyone," she.admonished sternly. "There would be no more fun," she emphasized. She gave him a little shove. "Go on to my bedroom, Vern. Come on."

Inside, she gave him another little push and shut the door firmly. She rolled down the oil-skin blind and turned on him, already removing her blouse.

"Get your pants and shoes and T-shirt off," she said, voice hushed, demanding and lustful. "Kick your shoes under the bed," the tall brunette of thirty-eight said, voice near a whisper.

Rhoda was mildly astonished her voice was so husky and deep. She was already naked to the waist, just shorts and panties remaining and he hadn't even touched his belt.

"Hurry up; get your clothes off," she demanded.

"Awwwww, Mom! Mother!" he wailed, eyes gawking at the artful jut of her full breasts.

"Don't say things like that to me-I'll slap you silly," Rhoda growled, unzipping her shorts and pushing them with her panties to her knees. She stamped out of them and toed off her sandals.

Abruptly, she tugged his T-shirt up, off over his head, clawed his belt free and all but tore open the fly of his pants. "Get naked, damnit, I'm gonna give you some fuck-fun-no more of your jacking off, Vern," she said soothingly. "I'll fuck you and you'll fuck me and we'll have a ball-your balls and cock in my hot snatch." She was panting, she knew, lust becoming wanton and brazen and uncontrolled. She tore down his pants and grabbed his puffed genitals as she squatted lewdly before him.

"Mommmmmmmmm!" the youth squealed as she made him step out of his clothes and seized his cock and balls like a crazy woman. With one gulp, she went down on him to the limit, gobbling and slurping and sucking his cock while she squeezed a ripe nut in each hand.

She tossed her head, swiveling her mouth on his burgeoning cock, to throw the long, heavy tresses of black hair over her bare shoulders.

The obscenely crouching brunette felt light-headed, but strong as she savored her son's pulsing prick, wanting him to blow his cum into the back of her throat, plaster the roof of her mouth with his juvenile jizz. She kept one hand on his throbbing nuts as she fondled and caressed the lean buns of his butt.

Her cunny began boom-booming vicariously as she rapidly bobbed her face on the impaling young cock, her lips working and her tongue curling around the thick head each time she backed her mouth off her pleasure-stick.

Rhoda nibbled and gnawed on the head, teeth closing behind the Eat flange of the bulb each time she drew her mouth off his long, thick shaft of flesh.

Work your ass-hunch it-and fuck me in the mouth, she thought wantonly, wanting him to thrust his cock into her face, manfully, brutally. "Fuck my mouth," she gurgled incoherently, using the hand on his bare ass to instruct him.

A thrill of conquest surged through her and she set a heel under her so it would compress her itching asshole and put pressure on her gaping snatch. She could feel a hot tickle of pussy juice on her heel and wished it was glazing a nice, husky cock pistoning into her hot hole.

Lovely, lovely prick, she thought, enchanted, feeling a sense of bewitchment as the boy's cock erupted in her mouth. She went all the way on him, sucking his love-fountain, savoring the succulent cum as he sprayed and gushed it spasmingly into her gullet. She wondered why she had waited so long to start relations of fun with her son.

He was sobbing now, tears falling on her forehead, trickling down her nose, into her eyes and adding salty flavor to his sweet cock price. She continued love-sucking his prick, the knob tucked away deep in her throat for several minutes after his deluge of jizz ceased.

She was gratified that his prick remained hard and prodigious. With a deep sigh, she let his prick slip from her mouth. She was strong and she picked him up and tossed him onto the bed where he bounced more than twice. Instantly, her stark naked body was astride him.

Dexterously, she grabbed his wet, ready prick, plowed the knob into her furrow, set it and brought her ass down hard, her snatch absorbing his column of pleasure meat until her mouth was mashed against his hard, young groin.

"Nooooooow, I fuck you," she growled, starting to ride her pussy up and down on his quivering boy-meat. Rhoda shivered with ecstasy as the smooth-gliding prick, trembling violently, speared into her ravenous twat.

"Oooooh, dear, Jesus-God," she cried shrilly, bringing her ass down hard so the rounded, firm cheeks smacked against his lean legs and his prick squish-slammed up into her red hot pussy.

"Oooooohhh, Mom! Oooooohhhhh, Mother!" the fifteen-year-old youth sobbed, breathing hard, his lean ass bouncing on the bed. He writhed under her as if he would squirm away, escape and Rhoda curled an arm behind his neck, holding him fast as she ravished his now immense cock.

"Don't you like this? Don't you love fucking?" she panted, starting to cum hard and lustfully. She sank her ass to him and rolled it around and around, rutting back and forth to savor the sexual ecstasy of fucking a kid. "I'm boom-booming my hot pussy, Vern! Can you feel my fuck-muscles working on your fabulous cock? Does your prick feel my pussy cum-milking your lovely fuck-piece?"

"I feeeeeel it!" the boy sobbed, his bottom now beginning to buck and lurch. Intuitively, he reached both hands and took a plum, firm boobie in each hand, squeezing hard, pinching the big, ripe, dark nipples until Rhoda wailed sharply, deep in the throes of passion.

She didn't wait for her orgasm to begin to ebb, but began screwing him again, lifting her ass high and slithering her cunt back down on his lively, rocky pillar of fuck-flesh. "Up-fuck your cock and drive it up me and make me go wild, Vern-honey," she begged, wincing with pleasure each time the massive bulb of the tip of his prick glanced off her cervix and penetrated toward her womb.

"Moooooother!" the kid screamed as he surpassed the limits of endurance and his prick exploded like a torpedo in her belly. Instantly, Rhoda slapped her butt down, her pussy-consuming his rampant cock in her, her insides being plastered with thick jizz.

Rhoda hugged her son's cock with her spasming pussy, reveling in the erotic sensations of prick spurting wildly, madly deep in her vacuuming cunt. Her eyes rolled madly with each lusty spew of cum and her cunt muscles contracted convulsively around his pole of meat.

But she wasn't finished fucking yet. "Honey, roll with me," she whined plaintively, slipping to one side and urging him up over her, keeping him in the deep Vee saddle of her long thighs.