J Bradley - Mom going down

"Ohhh, Aunt Vicky…" he gasped.

She squeezed her hand around his heavy shaft. She felt the rumbling and stretching going on inside it. She looked down at the top of it and saw the big eye pulse open and closed.

"Bruce?"

"I can't help it!" he cried.

"It's all right, darling – come again!"

She jacked her hand up and down his prick and then opened her mouth wide and sucked down over the head of it. She twisted her head as she sucked. Her lips kept expanding and going down.

Down and down – clear to the root of his big cock.

Monica watched. Then she stared. Then she gaped with bulging eyes. Her throat spasmed as she watched the mirror image of herself take that big prick halfway to her belly.

"Yaaagh!" Bruce shouted.

There was nothing restrained about it this time. He opened his mouth and throat and let the sound rumble out full blast. His hips lifted high from the bed as his prick disappeared into the warm, wet cavity of Vicky's sucking throat.

His jism boiled and spewed from the end of his youthful cock. It hosed into her throat and shot in strings into her belly. His cum backed up and filled her mouth and drooled from her compressed, sucking, sliding lips.

It was too much for Monica. Her son twisted and thrashed on the bed, his prick completely inside Vicky's mouth. She shoved three fingers up her sucking, swimming cunt and came violently with him, permitting herself to groan and mewl, knowing that the sounds would be covered by his own bellowing.

She rocked back and forth on the top of the hamper and nearly spun off it. Her legs shot out in front of her, stiff and apart. Her fingers wriggled and shook in her spasming cunt and milked the slippery honey from it.

"Ah! Ah! Aunt Vicky! My God! You ate my cock! God! Oh-h-h, it was wonderful!"

Vicky sucked her mouth back off his prick, doing it slowly, using her tongue along the bottom to milk the last drops of jism out of it.

She lifted back and licked her lips and smiled. She fondled his prick with her fingers, hefting his balls, planting kisses on the insides of his thighs. She looked at him and laughed lightly when he was finished tossing and rolling and groaning.

"There, now – that wasn't so bad, was it? Were you frightened that time, darling?"

"Ohhh, no!" he groaned.

"Your prick is still hard," she said. "Look at the way it stands up and throbs and demands even more."

"It-it's that way, Aunt Vicky."

"Shall we give it some more, Brucie?"

He sucked in his breath and shivered and looked at her. He licked his lips. He couldn't believe all this was really happening to him.

"Well?"

"Y-Yes!" he gasped.

Vicky straightened up and thrust out her chest. Her tits jiggled and pointed at him.

"All right," she said.

"You mean it?" he gasped. "You really mean it?"

"Of course, darling. But that's the last I'm going to give away. If you want more from me, you're going to have to come after it yourself."

He grinned shakily. He licked his lips. His hot gaze wavered.

"Are you still afraid of me, honey? Don't be. You can have whatever you want, I promise. I just want you to get out of the habit of waiting for it to come to you. I want you to be bold, Bruce. Take the initiative. Come after me the way you're going to go after Nancy. And… and after your mother!"

"Ohhh, Aunt Vicky!" he gasped.

"That's the other condition, honey," she said. "You'll stop calling me Aunt Vicky. Pretend I'm your mother. Call me Mom, darling, and come fuck that big wonderful prick into Mom's hot, sweet cunt!"

"God! God!" Bruce cried, shaking his head back and forth, as if to clear the wonderful dream from it and bring himself back to the real world.

But she was still there. She was thrusting her tits at him. She was standing with her legs parted and her bald, slick, sweet cunt half-open.

He could see the pink meat of her cunt inside the parted, puffy lips. He could see the sweet honey glistening there. He remembered the feel of that slippery pussy around his embedded finger, and he transferred the feeling mentally to his prick, and his cock shuddered and jerked wildly.

"Ohhhh, Aunt – Mom!" he gasped.

"That's it, honey. Reach for them. Feel my tits. Squeeze them and suck on them. Play with them all you want to. Make them feel good."

He reached up. He didn't have to urge her down much. She came willingly, easing him a step at a time toward the goal she was after – that of making him reach more aggressively.

Not like Gil. Not like a half-raping stallion. But somewhere in the middle, somewhere normal, between where he was and where Gil was.

Monica saw the plan clearly then. Thrills chased through her. There was gladness and relief and still some waves of shame, but she was happy.

She watched her son reach out timidly and then with growing boldness for her sister's tits. He squeezed the cones. He ran the tips of his fingers over them. He tested the rubbery substance of her nipples. He put his face to her tits and rubbed his cheek along the soft, firm, silky skin.

"Ohhhh, I love them, Aunt – Mom," he groaned. "They're beautiful tits!"

"Have you really peeked at my tits before, Bruce? Answer me, you naughty boy. Have you tried to look at your mother's tits?"

"Yes, Mom," he grinned into her flesh, shivering with excitement at the game they were playing.

"Did you want to feel them then? Did you want to suck them?"

"Yes!"

"Then suck them now!"

"Ohhh, M-Mom!" he stammered.

Vicky pushed her chest toward him. She smiled. She felt his lips and tongue suck around the end of her tit. She cupped the back of his head and held him to her tit as if she were nursing him.

She turned her head slowly and looked toward the crack in the bathroom door. She winked very slowly and broadly, knowing that Monica could see her, that she had witnessed all of it so far.

"Mmm, that's good, Bruce," Vicky moaned. "Suck Mom's tit. Oooo, don't bite so hard, honey. Don't cause pain. Mom doesn't like pain, and neither will Nancy when you suck her tits."

"Ahhh, God!" he groaned, beside himself with heat.

He sucked and sucked. The wet sounds were lewd. After quite some time of it, Vicky looked down at him.

"Is that all you're going to do, honey? Just suck Mom's tits?"

"I – no, Mom…" he gasped. "I want…"

"Yes? You want to do something else?" Vicky prompted. She shifted her torso slightly. She made her thighs part suggestively. She didn't put his hand on her cunt. He was going to have to do that all by himself.

"Can I… Mom, can I – touch it?"

"Touch what, darling?"

"Your cunt! Your shaved, bald cunt!"

"Just touch it, Brucie?"

"Finger it! Fuck my finger up it again! Feel all that hot, wet cunt flesh!"

"Just your finger?"

"No – my prick! Mom, my prick!" he cried.

He gasped and shuddered. He cupped his hand over the whole of her naked crotch. There was nothing hesitant about him this time. In fact, he was too aggressive.

"Bruce, take it easy!" Vicky commanded. "Not so hard! A girl doesn't like to be grabbed and raped, for God's sake!"

Bruce looked at her as if she'd whipped him. He whimpered and collapsed against her in confusion. Vicky sighed and stroked the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said gently. "I didn't mean to snap at you that way, but there's a limit. Nancy wouldn't like having you grab at her cunt like that. And Mom doesn't like it either. Now let's start over, nice and easy."

She coaxed him. She urged him. She played with his stiff prick and kept him boiling hot. Then she lay back at his gentle insistence and let him part her thighs.

"Ohhh, God," Vicky moaned, suddenly catching fire. "That's it, darling, that's the way. Ohhhh, yes – like that!"