Jason Bonds - Double duty daughter

Linda felt the kid's cum-load explode hotly in the depths of her cunt. His fingers sank deeper into her tits, and she clenched her cunt muscles on his cum-spurting prick while she went on fucking up and down at a steady pace. The increased friction sent new sensations through Danny's climaxing cock, and he groaned with intense pleasure as he filled the pregnant woman's pussy with his jism.

When his mother reined her pussy muscles, mixed cum and cunt cream ran down onto the youngster's balls.

She leaned down to kiss him tenderly on the lips while she reached back and squeezed his hairless balls, wanting every drop of his sweet cum in her greedy cunt. As she kissed him, her dangling tits brushed over his smooth chest, tickling his sensitive skin and causing him to shiver. Mother and son embraced, enjoying each other quietly now as the boy's cock softened in her cum-drenched cunt.

But a moment later, the mellow after flow of their orgasms was shattered by the sound of the front door slamming…

"Good God!" Linda blurted, sitting bolt upright astride her son's loins. "Somebody's come home early!"

Terror-stricken, she clambered off the naked kid and grabbed for her dressing gown, which was on the floor. Danny's slimy prick was still dripping as he leaned from the sofa and picked up his jeans quickly.

"Mom? You still up?" Jay called from the nearby living room.

His words sounded a bit slurred. Then there was a bumping sound and some clattering, as if he had fallen against an end table or something.

"It's Jay," Danny gulped, frantically trying to get into his jeans. "He's drunk again."

Linda tied the sash to her dressing gown nervously, watching Danny as, in his panic, he got one foot into the wrong leg of his jeans. She glanced nervously toward the den doorway while the youngster struggled with his pants, inadvertently pulling the one leg of them wrong side out in his haste to correct the situation.

Jay called to his mother again, and she could tell he was in the hallway, very close now.

Linda and Danny looked at each other, both horrified. The teen was still naked, and Jay was about to walk in on them.

In a blind panic now, the naked youngster – jeans in hand – darted behind his father's big black leather recliner and knelt, out of sight. Linda plopped down on the sofa and grabbed a magazine, pretending to be reading. Then she suddenly realized she had the magazine upside down, and she righted it quickly.

Jay staggered into the den, clad in jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. Linda noticed a couple of the metal buttons on his jeans were not fastened. He was obviously bombed.

"Oh, hello, darling," she said, glancing up from her magazine. "You're home early."

The blond youth sat down on the arm of the sofa, smirking stupidly at her.

"Hi, fat lady," he said, reaching boldly into her gown for a handful of tit. "Wanna fuck?"

Linda bit her lip, hating it because her youngest son – who was hiding naked behind the nearby recliner – was hearing his big brother talking to her that way. She hadn't wanted sweet little Danny to ever know she was fucking Jay, too, because she knew it would break the kid's heart. He was so sensitive.

Quickly, the panic-stricken mother decided to try and pass all this off as merely a manifestation of Jay's drunkenness.

"Jay Newman!" she snapped, trying hard to sound indignant as she slapped his hand away from her tits. "What on earth had gotten into you? You can't talk to your mother like that!"

"Why the fuck not?" he demanded, stepping around to sit down beside her. His arm went up around her shoulders. "If we can do it, we can damn well talk about it. Right?"

Linda tossed her magazine onto the coffee table and yanked the blond youth's arm from her shoulders. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't tell Jay Danny was there, because the kid was stark naked behind the recliner. How would she explain that?

"I'd better get you to bed," she said, rising and tugging at Jay's arm. "I think you've had one too many tonight, young man."

But Jay's other hand darted inside the front of her dressing gown and he grabbed a handful of pussy this time, causing her to flinch. She knew Danny's cum was still drooling out of her well-fucked cunt.

"Shit!" Jay exclaimed, grinning. "You're wet as all hell! I bet you've just been sittin' here, waitin' for me to get home… waitin' for some good stiff cock. You sleazy slut. You're always hot."

Linda backed out of his reach quickly, closing the front of her dressing gown modestly over her bulging belly.

"Jay," she said sternly, "if you're rehearsing for college next year, you've picked the wrong woman to practice on. If you don't settle down I'm going to slap your face… and I mean it." He leaned back and laughed at her, running his fingers suggestively inside the partially open fly of his jeans.

"What the fuck's the matter with you tonight, Mom?" he said, titillating his swelling cock inside his jeans with his probing fingertips as he stared in confusion at her. "You're always hot for my cock."

Linda sighed in exasperation. "I have never been hot for you in any way whatsoever," she insisted. "Your imagination's just running wild because you're plastered." Again she tugged at his wrist. "Now come on, Jay. I'm going to tuck you in for the night, and I'll expect an apology in the morning, after you sleep it off. Get up!"

"I am up," he said with a smirk, flopping his hard on out and wagging it at her. "See? My cock's big and stiff just for you, Mom. Wanna suck it? Huh?"

A shudder of self-loathing went through Linda as she thought of Danny hearing all this.

And, aware of the youngster's suspicions about her and Jay, she realized she had to act swiftly. Although she didn't really want to do it, she lashed out angrily, slapping Jay's hard across the jaw.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again, young man," she said. "I'm your mother, and don't you forget it!"

Jay's hand went to his tingling cheek, and he stared at his mother in utter bewilderment for a few seconds, his hard prick still clasped in his hand.

"Damn, Mom… that hurt," he said, frowning at her.

Linda stood there, her hands on her hips, her swollen belly bulging out, glowering at Jay. "I think you'd better go to your room," she said, her voice quavering. "We'll discuss all this tomorrow morning."

The confused youth rose to his feet and started to step past his mother. But, before he had taken his second step, anger suddenly welled up in him. He stopped abruptly and grabbed her by each shoulder, forcing her to look him in the I face. His brown eyes blazed with his anger now.

"You cock-suckin' bitch!" he barked, gripping her shoulders so hard it hurt her. "What the hell is this prim-and-proper mother shit you're tryin' to pull here, anyway? What the fuck's your problem? You playin' some kinda head game with me? Huh?"

"Please… don't do this, Son," Linda whispered nervously. "Just go to your room and gate bed. All right?"

Jay stood there, gripping her shoulders and glaring at her. His cock, which was still hard, jutted from the open fly of his jeans.

"No, it's not all right," he said. "I just wasted the whole Goddamned evening with a prissy bitch that wouldn't put out… and I'm still horny." He shook her menacingly. "And I'm gonna fuck you, Mom… whether you like it or not."

His gaze never leaving her face, the youth untied her sash and opened the front of her dressing gown. She shivered as cool air wafted over her bare tits and her cum-drenched pussy. But she dared not move. Jay was very drunk, and she knew he was about to become violent if he didn't get his way. He seldom got this drunk, but when he did, he was crazy, and Linda was afraid of him.

Slowly, Jay sank to his knees, licking down between her voluptuous tits and out over the massive curve of her stomach on his way down. The trembling woman flinched as she felt his tongue move through her cunt hair and into the slippery slot of her just-fucked pussy.