William Taylor - Wild hot mother

She knew she should turn away, give him the privacy that she wished for herself, but she just couldn't do it. His cock was bigger than his father's! She wanted to reach between her legs and play with her big, burning clit, but she knew she'd never be able to control the volume of her cries of pleasure. All she could do was pluck at her distended nipples and lick her full lips, and feel ashamed that her own son could arouse her like this.

Then Ann saw Bob straighten his legs out as far as he could, straining them until the muscles bulged. His fists were a white blur over the pink and red of his cock, and his hips were jerking as they hunched in a quick rhythm that matched his pumping arms.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh-h-h-h…" Bob groaned.

His white jism erupted in a long stream from the swollen red head of his cock.

It flew at least three feet in the air, arcing to land on his knees, then his thighs and, finally, dribbling over his knuckles and down his big balls.

Ann discovered that she was biting her lip. She stared at the enormous load of cum Bob had just dumped on his legs. God, what would it feel like, having that much hot cum pumped into her throbbing cunt?

The horny mother clamped a hand over her aching pussy and squeezed hard. Hot cunt juice soaked through the material of her gown to dampen her fingers, and she sucked in her breath as Bob stood up. She thought at first that he was about to open the door. She panicked, but he merely reached for some toilet paper and began wiping the cum that was now running down his legs.

"Ohhh, Bob, baby," Ann whispered as her son's long, thick cock swayed and slapped wetly against his thigh as he moved. His prick was still fat, swollen with blood, and it was still dripping, and it looked lovely. It was the loveliest prick she'd ever seen.

That was the way her day started – with an itch in her cunt that she couldn't scratch until nighttime, and the memory of her son's huge cock burned indelibly in her tormented mind.

Breakfast was torture, for Bob wore only his pajama bottoms, and Ann found herself looking for the heavy movement of his dangling cock as he walked. When he turned away, she watched the flexing of his lean ass.

She was thankful when, a little later, he went outside to play with some friends.

Bob made friends easily, and it hadn't taken him long to fit in with the gang of kids that hung around the corner theater. Most of the boys were his own age or a year younger, so they were just as horny as he was. Usually, the main topic of conversation was what girl in the neighborhood had the biggest tits, which had the bounciest ass, and which one would give a hand job.

Thinking about some girl playing with his prick really turned Bob on, but he didn't think he'd be lucky enough to get jerked off any time soon. But it was nice to dream about, and he bragged about the girls he'd known in his home town who had pumped the cum from his balls and let him play with their tits and pussies. He was lying, of course, but the other kids couldn't be sure of that, and it made interesting listening.

"A girl ever suck it?" one boy asked.

"Naw, but one of these days." Bob knew when to quit lying. No one could ever believe a story about that, no matter how good he told it.

"C'mon, let's watch a movie," one of the acknowledged leaders said, and they all trooped to the theater, keeping their eyes peeled for some sexy looking chick.

Bob bought some popcorn and separated himself from the others. When he saw a cute girl, he followed her and sat down beside her.

It was dark enough to make him feel safe, and no one was sitting on the other side of him, so he slowly unzipped his pants and, using the big popcorn container to mask what he was doing, slowly pulled out his fat, half-hard cock.

His heart was racing, and his face felt hot, but he was horny as hell and willing to risk a scream. The girl was really nice-looking, and her this stuck out just enough to fill his hands. If he was lucky, maybe she'd play with him a bit, even though she didn't look as slutty as most the girls in the neighborhood. But he could, if she did scream, zip up before the lights came on and run to somewhere else in the theater.

"Hi," he said, turning to look at her.

The girl ignored him, except for leaning slightly away.

Bob blushed and he was glad it was too dark for anyone to see. He grabbed his cock and started pumping with his left hand. His right held the popcorn container on his upper thigh, keeping his fat cock hidden. Studying her budding tits, he worked the cum out of his balls. When he knew he couldn't hold back any longer, he tilted the popcorn container and, at the same time, he forced the head of his cock down. His jism jumped into the box, coating the piled-up popcorn and trickling down through it to the bottom. He squirted five more times, moving the box a little each time to make sure his cum was all over the popcorn. Then he shoved his prick in his pants, zipped up one-handed; then stood up to leave.

"I'm sorry I bothered you," he said. "Here, let me give you my popcorn to make it up to you." And he set the container on his seat and walked away.

Bob looked back when he reached the end of the aisle, and bit his lip to keep from laughing when he saw the girl look at the popcorn, hesitate, and then reach for it. He knew she'd mistake his warm cum for melted butter – until she bit into it.

"Come on," he whispered, "dig in."

Now she had the container on her lap, and she was bringing a fistful of popcorn to her mouth. Bob watched gleefully as she stuffed her face, and then he laughed out loud as she choked and sprayed cum-coated popcorn all over the people in the seats in front of her.

Bob wasn't dumb. He knew when it was time to leave. But before he was out of the theater, he heard the girl's high-pitched shrieks. So – she'd finally realized what it was she'd stuck in her mouth. He grinned. Jeez, he couldn't wait to tell the gang about this!

It wasn't until suppertime that Bob returned to the apartment. Sitting at the dining room table, he tried to keep his eyes from wandering too often to Mrs. Blumfeldt's heavy, round tits. Jeez, he was going crazy the way Mrs. Blumfeldt's creamy tits swelled the top of her half unbuttoned blouse!

Every time she reached for something, those twin white tit-mounds shook like jello!

And his mother! She was dressed different than usual, in a scoop-necked knit top that looked like it was painted on, and a short, tight skirt. That's when he got the idea. Maybe if he dropped something, like his spoon…

"Oops! Oh, darn!" he said, then bent down and crawled under the table. "It's gotta be here somewhere," he mumbled loudly while his eyes bored into the shadowy area under Mrs. Blumfeldt's hiked-up skirt.

He moved as close as he dared, then stared at the fat crotch of her panties. There was a slight bulge, a long one, in the center of the thin material, and Bob just knew it was her pussylips!

Afraid to stay under too long, he was about to return to his chair when he saw his mother's legs move apart. Almost shaking with nervousness and guilt, he scrambled so close that he had to hold his breath for fear she'd feel it against one knee. His mouth went dry as he saw the clumps of dark curls bursting from the elastic sides of his mother's taut panty crotch. Jeez, she had a lot of hair! Her panties looked even bulgier than Mrs. Blumfeldt's, but he couldn't see anything through them that might be pussylips. Shit!

"Bob? Can't you find it?"

When the boy heard his mother, he quickly got to his feet and sat back down. He knew he'd been out of sight much too long, but neither woman said anything. Both women were lost in their own thoughts.

Ann was still thinking about the size of her son's cock, and the amount of thick, sticky cum his balls held. Martha was toying with the idea of having both mother and son in bed with her. It wasn't a serious thought, just a pleasurable one. But she knew a boy Bob's age could cum and get hard almost immediately, especially with some help. And she did miss having a big stiff prick, stretching her snapping cunt.