Michael Corbett - Naughty hot mom

Carefully, she picked up her neatly stacked undergarments and started through the house, heading for the back door. As she walked, she thought some more about what to do about Wally. She guessed there was no great hurry about that, though. He was off playing ball at a friend's house again. Cindy wasn't home either. She was off listening to records or something at a friend's house. And Kent was at work, of course. So Melinda was alone. It was a good time to think.

But she wasn't alone long.

When she was almost to the back door, Wally opened it and rushed in. They ran smack into each other. They gasped at the impact. Melinda managed to stay on her feet, but her underclothes flew all over the kitchen.

"Oh! Sorry, Mom?" Wally exclaimed. "You all right? Gee, I guess I made a mess, didn't I?"

Melinda put her hands on her hips, eyed him, and impatiently tapped her foot. "Yeah, I guess you did," she said.

Wally glanced around the kitchen, blinked, then looked around it again, more slowly. His eyes and mouth gaped. Then, for the first time, he took a good look at her, dwelling on the gorgeous expanses of smooth bare flesh, especially the overabundant tit-flesh, and his eyes and mouth got wider. Melinda had never dressed this way before. Her son had never looked at her this way before either. Behind the shock on his face, she saw appreciation. And something else.

She saw lust. It jolted her even more than seeing Duane pumping iron yesterday had jolted her.

Seeing the lust on her son's face aroused an answering lust inside her. That stunned her, but only for a second. Suddenly she knew what to do about Wally.

She ran her hands down her broad hips, as if smoothing out the already-smooth and clinging shorts. "How come you were in such a hurry?" she asked huskily.

"Uh, I was coming home to sort of, uh, clean up, and when I was going to go over to another guy's house to play some basketball," Wally stammered.

"Let's see, you were playing ball, and now you've come home to clean up before playing more ball. Cleaning up before playing ball is not like you." Her voice was still husky, slow, dripping with sex. She bent over to pick up a pair of panties, and more of her massive tits spilled out over the top of bar halter, exposing large slices of her wide pink areolas. She looked at him as she slowly straightened. He was staring at her tits.

"Uh, well, there're gonna be a couple of girls playing basketball with us," he answered.

Melinda's eyebrows arched, and she smiled slowly and sexily. "Oh?" she purred. "So you were going to get your hands full of tits, asses, and pussies while you were playing, huh?"

Wally looked shocked again. She had never used such words in front of him before. She'd never said a word to him about sex before.

"Mothers know about tits, asses, and pussies, too," she said in answer to his shocked look. "We also know about fucking. I bet you and your buddies were hoping to fuck those girls this afternoon. Weren't you?"

"Uh, gash, Mom, uh…" Wally was at a loss for any other words. He was trying not to look at her tits now, but he seemed unable to keep from looking at them.

Melinda stepped toward him. Nervously, he took a step backward. Suddenly he asked, "Say, why don't I pick up your stuff? What were you going to do with all this stuff, anyway?" He bent over and started picking up her underclothes quickly, trying to get out of an awkward situation.

"I'll help you pick it up," she said. "I'm going to throw all this shit away. I'm not going to wear underclothes anymore."

She heard him gasp. But he kept moving quickly, as if he wanted to get this done and get away from her. He picked up twice as many underclothes as she did. When everything had been picked up, he walked meekly behind her as she led the way to the garbage cans outside.

"Well, I guess we'd better get you cleaned up," she said after they'd dumped her undergarments in with the rest of the trash. "Come on!"

He gave her a puzzled look but said nothing. They went back inside. As soon as she closed the door, she took his hand. He flinched. "What are you doing, Mom?" he asked uneasily.

"I'm going to take you in the bathroom and help you get cleaned up," she replied as she tugged him on through the kitchen. "I'm going to make sure you're clean if you're going to stick your prick into some girl's hot young cunt this afternoon." She sighed heavily. "I guess I'll just have to give you a bath!"

Wally made a gurgling noise. But when Melinda smiled up at him, she saw that he was gazing at her huge tits again. Looking down, she saw a stirring in the crotch of his jeans. His cock was getting hard. She looked back up into his face.

"Mom, for heaven's sake, I'm nearly a man," he protested. "I can wash myself. I've been doing it for years now."

Melinda stopped. When Wally stopped, she swung around in front of him, facing him. They were in the living room now. She still had hold of his hand.

"Of course, you wouldn't need to take a bath if you were just going to fuck your nasty old mother," she whispered. "I'm such a hungry-cunted whore, I'd take you on clean or dirty!"

Wally gaped at her again. With her free hand, she reached back and undid her halter. The garment dropped to the thick carpet, leaving her enormous tits naked. Wally gasped with a mixture of shock and lust. Melinda grabbed his hands and yanked them to her tits, and he began squeezing her awesome titties.

She moved her hands quickly to his jeans and undid them. Except for his heavy breathing and his squeezing of her tits, her son stood like a wide-eyed statue as she pulled his pants and shorts down onto his thighs. But his whole body jerked when she grabbed his prick.

His prick was about three-fourths erect and swelling fast. His was a big prick, not as big as Duane's but probably bigger than her husband's. She stroked his cock fervently. She threw her other arm around his neck and hauled his head down to hers.

"Mom!" he whined in protest, but she mashed her lips against his and thrust her hot tongue far into his mouth while she kept stroking his cock. His cock grew to full hardness and throbbed in her hand.

Then Wally groaned and his arms came around her, and she knew that she'd made his passion ride so high that his fear had left him. He pulled her against him fiercely, crushing her tits against his belly. He slid one of his hands down to her big ass and undid her shorts and dragged them down. The shorts dropped to the rug when he let go of them, and he started kneading her firm round ass-cheeks.

"Yes!" she breathed between kisses. "Oooohhh, yes!" Their lips rolled back and forth against each other. Their tongues stabbed at each other. She let go of his cock and let his prick press into her slim belly. She wiggled, rubbing her tits against his shirt and rubbing her belly against his prick.

"God, Mom!" he whispered, squeezing her ass. "I never dreamed… I never dreamed that I'd want you this way, that I'd want to fuck my own mother! Or that you'd want me to! I still can't believe it! I'm not even sure it's right. I ought to be screaming that it's wrong, but I need you! I need to put my prick in your pussy!"

"You're going to!" Melinda breathed, French-kissing him again. "And once your cock's inside my hot cunt, you'll believe it and you'll feel great about it! I'll make you feel great!"

Hurriedly, she finished getting Wally naked. Lying down on the plush carpet, they rolled over and over, kissing each other and rubbing each other's body. When they stopped rolling, Melinda was on top, and she sat up and straddled her son's belly on her knees. She reached between her thighs and took hold of his stiff prick. As he reached up and grasped her tits, she stuck his cockhead into her pussy. Her pussy was hot and wet. She grabbed his arms and sat down hard, plunging her cunt all the way down on his big prick.