Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

I yanked it out with a screeching rip. As I had anticipated, it was like pulling the plug on my son's bloated seminal ducts.

The dam broke. An onslaught of jizz came roaring from my son's dick. It was like the Johnstown Flood between my legs.

So much cum. And, so, so hot and sticky. If Don's girlfriends and eventual wife didn't use every birth control at their command, I was going to wind up with a whole passel of grandchildren.

Even before he had finished spurting, my cunt had more than it could take. The cum had ballooned my womb so that it was at least three times its normal size. A reversal of the flow was inevitable.

Out it came, rushing for daylight even stronger than it had entered. Don's prick was pushed out by the roiling pressure, quickly followed by the liquid evidence of the force itself,

It was beyond my control. The kick of the discharge sent me toppling off the toilet. I landed on the bathroom floor, my legs spread, with my gaping pussy leaking copiously all over the tile.

What a mess. What a wonderful, glorious mess!

And I wanted even more of the same. Much, much more!

"Fuck me again, Don!" I cried when I noticed with excitement that his dick, remained as hard as steel. "There's still more of Mom to fuck. You've Only come three times all together. I know you can make it four."

"B-but wh-where?" he stammered, speaking for the first time since the fun had begun.

"Well," I teased him with a drawl, "you've come in Mom's mouth and her pussy-which hole do you think is left, sweetheart?"

He thought about it for a moment and then suddenly blanched. From there his face went to the deep blush of embarrassment. The, little rascal was on my wavelength, all right.

"Want me to show it to you?" I grinned. "I like showing it off."

I didn't wait for his answer. Instead I rolled over onto my hands and knees like a bitch in heat and wiggled my ass before his eyes. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, I pulled open my haunches so the crack of my butt would part.

By the time I had completed the separation of my buns, I could feel my anus glowing out in the open like a pinkly tinted light-bulb. It might as well have had a big sign pointing to it, saying: "Fuck me hard!"

Oh, I wanted it so badly. And, believe me, I let my feelings be known. "Get off the pot and stick your dick in Mom's butt, Don!" I pleaded with my son. "I won't be satisfied until you re splitting me in two!"

"B-but I-I can't," he stuttered. "It seems Wrong somehow.'"

"You're my lover now, not just my son," I etched the bottom line. "Nothing is wrong between two people who want to get it on."

"Are y-you s-sure?" he verbally staggered.

"This is your mother talking!" I fiercely pulled rank. Then, with vivid and sudden contrast, I cooed: "And your lover."

"And you-you want my d-d-dick in your ass?"

"More than anything. And if you won't do it on your own, I'll find a way to rape you, stud."

I glanced over my shoulder to see if extreme measures would actually be needed.

Don was getting off the pot and moving toward me. His face was still contorted by disbelief, however his loins were fortunately doing the thinking for him. His twitching hard-on was attracted to my asshole as though there were a magnetic field in operation.

"That's it, honey," I urged him on. "Mom wants it soooo much. Your big strong cock in her tight asshole. Fucking my guts."

He was down on his knees behind me. For the first time since I'd eavesdropped on him masturbating, he was operating his own dick. Holding it in his hand like a dagger, he prepared to gloriously wound me in my tightest and most intimate hole. Bugger Mom until she screamed.

Now the head of his prick was between my spread cheeks. Brushing against my anal petals. Mmmmmm, it felt so good!

But it would feel infinitely better when it was jack-hammering within me to the hilt. When I was being whipsawed with rectal orgasm.

"Push!" I instructed.

Don's cock seemed to surge entirely on its own. It was like a stake plunging into soft turf.

There was no hesitation. It was inside me all the way on the first try. My son's nuts were roiling against my pussy a notch below the point of phallic entry.

He was trying for his fourth ejaculation within mere minutes. Could he bring it off as splendidly as he'd done three times before?

Believe me, I did my utmost to assure that he would maintain his spectacular track record. The muscles of my ass were like a stroking vise, rippling up and down the total expanse of his tool. I wanted his cum more this time than I had any of the other times. I guess a real woman gets greedier after each eruption.

And incest especially brings out the voracious best in the female character. Particularly when a mother is being fucked by her son in the ass.

"Do it!" I cried. "Let go! Come in Mom's ass!"

Don's cock responded as though it were reacting to a cue. My desperate urging seemed to have even more of an effect on his pistoning tool than my tight ass. For it was instantaneously after I spoke that his phallus surged that tell-tale extra increment, and I knew the fourth ejaculation was going to be the best of all.

Don's ejaculatory surge was not merely the usual inch or so. No, this one actually seemed to expand his cock to the length of a grown man's.

A generously endowed grown man.

The explosion came like the detonation of a missile. A liquid rocket was launched in my ass, surging to the infinity of my colonic depths.

I literally collapsed from the impact. I'd thought I could take anything any cock had to pour into me-but I'd failed to reckon with the vigor of my teenage son.

I was writhing on the floor, Don's cock no longer within me, and his cum pouring from my shit-pit. Orgasm had totally enveloped me, turning me into a thrashing victim of sensual epilepsy. It's a wonder I didn't smash my brains out all over the tile floor and porcelain fixtures of the bathroom.

It was magnificent. I'd sought to shower my son with love.

And in return he had showered me with cum.

Color me Mother!

I got a great idea.

Sally and Don, like most sisters and brothers, were always at each other's throats. Their constant sibling rivalry had always been a source of considerable consternation to me. Even though I knew such conflict occurred in most families, its existence in our home still made me feel as though I had somehow failed as a mother.

Since I had entered their individual lives as a sexual partner, both of my kids had been doing splendidly at school and in their social adjustment. However, they were still squabbling at home.

So why not bring them together? Introduce them to the common denominator that might resolve their differences?

Sex.

But, of course, I couldn't just come out and suggest it. I'd learned long ago that the last thing children want to do is something one of their parents overtly recommends.

If you want to accomplish anything with kids you've got to be tricky. Telling them out right what you want almost never works. You have to plant the seed in their minds indirectly.

I decided to base my strategy on Don's and Sally's natural antagonism for each other. I'd come up with something that would get them bickering, and then in the process they would suddenly become aware of their mutual attraction to one another.

It was a simple device I chose, really. Underpants.

That's right. One Saturday morning when Ted had already left the house to play golf and the children were sleeping late, I slipped into the kids room and switched their underwear. When Sally poked through her top drawer she'd find nothing but jockey shorts; and Don would find a pile of bikini frillies.

Oh yes, one more thing. A crucial tactic, I would say.