J Bradley: Mom going down

"Can you guess now?"

"I… Aunt Vicky, I…"

"There's just the two of us in the house, Bruce. All night long. Doesn't that give you any ideas?"

He looked up at the ceiling, in imitation of thinking hard. Vicky moved in closer, until her cunt was cupping the stiff, throbbing line of his prick. She swayed her ass back and forth, making her cunt mound rub against his hard cock.

"How about that?" she breathed. "Are you getting ideas yet?"

"Aunt Vicky…" he gasped.

"Don't be afraid, Bruce. Put your arms around me. I won't bite. Come on. Around my waist," she urged, moving his arms for him.

His teeth nearly chattered. He gasped and puffed. His face was red and quivery. His arms went around her waist slowly.

"Mmm, that's nice," Vicky sighed, leaning against him, rubbing her tits and cunt all over his front. "You can hold my ass in your hands, honey. Go ahead. I gave you a look at it. Now hold it and feel how tight and firm and round my ass is. I know you want to."

"Ohhhh…" he moaned.

Monica watched. Vicky didn't help him this time. His hands slid along her back slowly and hesitantly. They moved toward her round asscheeks. Then he was palming them. He slid his hands up and down her ass, and then he squeezed gently.

"Ohhh, that's nice, Bruce. You have nice hands. You have a gentle, thrilling touch. You don't know what you're making poor Nancy miss out on, honey. Believe me, I know what a woman likes. I know what she'd like. She'd like this. She'd like more than this. It's not so hard to do, is it? Feeling a girl's ass?"

"N-No," he gasped.

"Lift the back of my skirt, Bruce. Go ahead. I want you to. Don't be afraid."

"Aunt Vicky…!" he gasped quaveringly.

He puffed and wheezed. Then his fingers caught in the satin material and began bunching it. The skirt rose up over her round asscheeks. The transparent panties came into view. He looked over her shoulder at the pert globes and sucked in his breath.

"Slide them into my panties, Bruce. Feel my ass when it's naked! Touch my bare ass and knead the cheeks the way you're dying to! Ohhh, I can feel your big prick throbbing hard against my cunt, darling!"

"Oh, God – God!" he gasped.

He didn't hesitate any more. He thrust his hands under the flimsy panties and cupped her tight cheeks strongly, kneading them, feeling them, running his hands all over her ass.

Vicky moaned and pressed against him and moved her hips back and forth, rubbing against his throbbing, pounding prick all the while.

Monica's cunt began tingling terribly again. Deep throbs thudded through her abdomen, and she cupped her cunt and squeezed hard, letting her thumb slide over the top of her cleft where her clit was, pretending the sensation came from Bruce's hard cock rubbing against it.

"Ohhhh, baby, that feels good!" Vicky moaned. "God, your hands sliding and kneading all over my ass, and your big hard prick up against my cunt! My hot, watering cunt! Ohhh, Brucie, you shouldn't deny Nancy this wonderful sensation any longer!"

"Ohhhh, Aunt Vicky…" Bruce gasped.

"That's it! Ohhh, it's all right, darling, go ahead and do it! Slip your fingers into my crack again! Ahhh, all the way in it, Bruce! Yes! Oh, yes!"

"God! Oh, God! It's so deep! So soft and warm and deep between your asscheeks!"

"Ohhhh, God… no, don't take your finger away, honey! It's all right! Touch my asshole again! Mmm, I love having my asshole fingered, don't you? Don't you, darling?"

"I – yes!" he gasped. "It feels good when I do it to myself!"

"Is that what you do when you jack off, Bruce? Do you touch your asshole? Do you fuck your finger up your sweet, warm asshole?"

"Oh-h-h…" he moaned quaveringly. "Yes! Yes!"

"No, wait, honey – not yet! It isn't slippery yet. Your finger needs to be slippery, darling. Do you know how to get it slippery and warm and all wet?"

"I-I use… Mom's cold cream…" he gasped.

"You don't need that with me, darling. I'm a woman. There's another place to get your finger all slippery on a woman."

"Yes!"

"Do it, Bruce!"

"Ohhh, Aunt Vicky!"

"Do it! Reach! Ahhh, that's it – now up! Here, let me spread my legs a little more for you. Ah! Yes, darling! Up! Slide it up my hot cunt and get it all wet!"

"Ohhh, Aunt Vicky!" he cried, gasping loudly. "Your pussy! It feels so slippery and soft and hot! God! God, I love it! My first pussy! Ohhh, Aunt Vicky!"

She ground her hips against him, making his cock ride in the groove of her thighs and cunt, dry-fucking him. He began to shiver. His finger traced from her asshole under her crotch to the mouth of her steaming cunt.

He shoved it deep, the tip writhing and wriggling, exploring the warmth and silkiness of this new, delightful cavern of female cunt. His knees went rubbery, and he gasped again and again.

"Aunt Vicky! Aunt – Vicky…" he choked suddenly.

"It's all right, darling! Ohhhh, yes! Fuck my cunt with your finger and let it all go, Brucie! Come! It's all right darling – come hard!"

"Ahhhh! Aunt Vicky!" he gurgled. "Yaaaagh!"

He pulled her ass toward him. His finger shot all the way up her cunt. His prick throbbed and bucked inside his pants. It pounded in the cupping hollow her hips and watering twat made. He shuddered mightily, and his prick exploded, flooding his pants with hot, young cum.

"Ahhhhh!" he cried again, nearly weeping with the joy and shame combined.

Monica watched and listened. Her hand swirled over her wet, drooling cunt. She closed her eyes for just a moment and imagined she was Vicky and that Bruce was coming against her, making his pants wet over the feel of her pussy.

She shivered and twirled her clit and reached a small orgasm with her son, and it was a thrilling, dizzying sensation for her that left her gasping.

"Aunt Vicky!" Bruce wailed, looking ashamed. "I came! Oh, damn! I did it in my pants! Oh, damn! Now you're going to think I'm just a dumb kid who can't hold it and do things right!"

"Ohhh, baby – it's all right! Honest, it is! I'm glad! Ohh, I'm glad you came for me!"

"You are?"

She backed away from him just enough to get her hand between them. She rubbed his erect cock through his pants with the palm of her hand, feeling the dampness already soaking through.

"Mmmm, that was a big load, honey. Mmmm, I love it!"

"Ohhh, it's a mess, Aunt Vicky," he groaned.

"Let's see if it's a mess," she said.

She slid his zipper down. He groaned again, trying to stop her from doing that and showing both of them what, a mess he'd made, what a shameful failure he was as a fucker – just the way his father always said he was.

But Vicky wouldn't be dissuaded. When his zipper was down, she undid his belt buckle and the snap and dropped his pants. She pulled down his shorts. They wadded over his thighs, soaked with jism. His prick stood out rigidly, throbbing with youthful eagerness still.

"Ohhhh, Bruce!" she gasped.

She hadn't meant to put so much feeling in her voice. He took it wrong. He thought she was berating him for the mess. She was actually gasping over the size of his big fat cock.

He started to pull his pants back up, and she stopped him. "Bruce! What a cock!" she cried. "God, I love it!"

Monica didn't know if it was by accident or calculated design that Vicky turned him slightly so that his prick faced the bathroom door for her to see it, but she was suddenly staring through the crack at the full, rigid, throbbing girth of her son's enormous prick!

Cum ran down the side of it. More bubbled out the tip as Vicky jacked her hand up and down the heavy length of his cock. It flowed down the shaft and ran over her knuckles.

"Ohhhh, Aunt Vicky!" Bruce moaned. "You… you mean you don't mind all that mess?"

"Mind? I'll show you how much I mind it," Vicky said huskily.