William Taylor - Wild hot mother

"Uh-uh," she warned, leaning away from him. "Keep one hand on your cock, Bob. You've got to get hard and shoot before your mother comes back."

Bob quickly resumed playing with his prick with his right hand while his left, hesitantly and slowly, touched the older woman's heaving tits. He brushed his palm across both big tits, making them jiggle sexily, and then he grew bolder and grabbed the end of one. Her stiff, hot nipple scraped across the sensitive skin of his sweaty palm as his fingers dug into her spongy tit-flesh, and he heard her moan. The feel of her soft tit and the sound of her enjoyment stiffened his cock immediately.

"Oh, Bob!" she groaned, staring at the giant cock in the boy's fist. His prick was beautiful, and she wanted to jerk it for him, to smother it with kisses and then suck it into her mouth and taste his cum.

Bob increased the speed of his pumping fist as he squeezed Mrs. Blumfeldt's fat tit. The heat and softness, of her naked tit-flesh was driving him out of his mind, and he knew he'd be blasting his cum all over her tits in a matter of seconds.

When more clear pre-cum was knocked off his knob and splashed on her wobbling tits, she lifted the one he wasn't feeling and stuck out her tongue. She licked up the little drop of cum as he stared in disbelief at the lewd sight. His hips began to hunch along with the pumping of his fist as he felt his balls begin to tighten.

"Are you cumming?" Mrs. Blumfeldt asked anxiously when she saw him tense.

"Y-yes!" Bob groaned loudly, squeezing his straining cock tight in his sliding fist. His cockhead was swollen, dark with trapped blood, and Martha licked her lips hungrily. The nipple of the tit he was squeezing felt like it was ready to burst it was so swollen and tight. She knew her tit was digging into his palm, and she realized with a pang how many years it had been since she'd been touched with such youthful eagerness.

"Agh! It's squirting!" Bob cried, spewing out his hot, thick jism into Mrs. Blumfeldt's face.

"Mmmph! Blub-b-b!" the woman choked as the enormous amount of sticky cum took her by surprise. But then she recovered and quickly swallowed the next torrent of creamy white cum. The freshness of that boyish jism thrilled her as she felt it slide down her throat.

"Ahhhh! Ahhh! Uhhh!" Bob grunted as his throbbing prick continued to pump the contents of his balls into her wide-open mouth.

He couldn't believe it. He'd never expected Mrs. Blumfeldt to eat his cum. The sight was so dirty, so exciting, that he came as he never had before, and soon his hot cum was running from the corners of her overflowing mouth and running down her chin.

"Jeez," he whispered at the sight of his cum hanging from the older woman's chin and falling onto her massive, shaking tits. Thick strings rolled off her wobbling tits.

Martha shivered happily as the hot cum raised goose-pimples on her tits. The boy's fat prick was still drooling thick globs of jism, and she leaned forward and hung her tongue out to catch them. In a matter of minutes Bob's cock showed not a trace of cum.

"There," she said, smiling. "That feels better, doesn't it?" Bob nodded. "And you won't peek at me any more, will you?"

"Uh, no," he said, looking down at her soft tit still held by his left hand. "But, uh, do you mean…"

"Don't be silly, Bob," she said gently. She wrapped her arms around his lean ass and pulled him tightly against her. His hanging cock nestled in the warmth between her huge tits. "No woman who's seen your cock and tasted your cum could stop after one look and one taste. We're going to do this as often as possible, but don't do anything to make Ann suspicious."

That evening Ann was alert to Bob's movements, and she was able to watch him jerking off again. He seemed to pump his cock with even more energy than usual, but the horny mother attributed it to teenage horniness. But Bob was reliving his exciting experience with Mrs. Blumfeldt. He could still feel the sponginess if her big tit in his left hand, and he could still see his jism landing on her pretty face. For the first time, he didn't think of his mother while he jerked off.

Watching, Ann was reminded of how her younger brother, Bob, used to masturbate, and her clit itched and her nipples hardened. She felt guiltier than ever, but she knew she'd be at the bathroom or bedroom door every day from now on, watching Bob pump the cum from his plump balls. She was hooked, and she didn't have the will to resist.

The next morning Bob went out to play with his friends. Martha was still in her room, and Ann sat in the living room watching television. An early morning talk show was on, and the guest was Dr. Damon Yung, founder of the Institute of Human Sexuality. Ann was fascinated. Everything he said sounded so reasonable! She hadn't thought about her childish experiences with her brother for years, until Bob's masturbation had reminded her, and now she was even more upset and confused. And then, the phone number of the show was flashed on the screen, and the host was inviting viewers to call in with their questions.

Before she lost her nerve, Ann dialed the number and, after being placed on hold for about five minutes, found herself speaking to the doctor. When she confessed that she'd been watching her son when he masturbated, the doctor asked if she had been considerin having sex with the boy, or merely indulging in a long-term voyeuristic tendency. Embarrassed and shocked, Ann hung up.

"I'm sorry that the caller had hung up," Dr. Yung said. "My impression is that she is worried about incestuous thoughts that arise from seeing her son's genitals. If you are still listening, please do not overly concern yourself. There are occasions in which incest can be beneficial I know this shocks many of, you, but research does not support the theory that incest is always harmful. Recent research being done shows that mother-son incest works out much better, is more beneficial, that father daughter incest. With mother-son incest, it is more of an educative process, and the mother is not limiting her son to her own sexual needs, but is teaching the son. When you follow up these cases, most of them report satisfaction with it, pleasure with it, and a positive factor in their lives."

The talk-show host interrupted, acting shocked, but no more shocked than Ann. Her mind numb, she turned off the set. Her next move was to the liquor bottle. She had to soothe her nerves. God, how her cunt ached, how her clit burned and throbbed! And her big nipples were so sore and itchy!

And, as the doctor's words echoed again and again through her mind, visions of Bob's fat, cum-spewing cock tormented her.

How could she even think of such a thing? Even the work was ugly. Yet that doctor was an expert and he knew what was talking about! And he'd said that incest as often beneficial, especially between a mother and son! Bob certainly wasn't a child, not with a cock the size of his!

Oh, God, if only she'd never seen him that first time! If only he hadn't been playing with that huge cock, she wouldn't be so horny now. She took another drink. Now, she nearly creamed her panties just from thinking about Bob's hefty prick. Even her tits felt heavier and tighter-skinned than usual, and her nipples ached to be sucked.

"Oh, Bob," she groaned. She wished she could see her son's cock right now.

That was when Martha stepped into the room wearing nothing but a lacy white slip over her bra and panties.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

It was a warm day, but Ann hadn't thought it was warm enough for just underthings and a slip. She couldn't help noticing her friend's tits. Although smaller than her own, they were still larger than average, and they jounced heavily in Martha's flimsy bra.

"No… no," Ann mumbled. "I'm glad for the company." She lifted her glass. "I hate drinking alone."