J Bradley: Mom going down

Monica was nearly beside herself. Vicky's words came easily to her lips. They should. She'd wanted to say them many times in the past.

Bruce gasped and held her tit in his hand and sucked his mouth down over the end of it. Monica moaned and lay back, feeling the wet warmth start at her tit end and spread through her whole body until she was aflame.

"God, darling! It's good! Ohhh, Bruce!"

"Mom! Ohhh, I love you Mom! I love sucking your tits!"

"Is that all you love doing to your mom, honey?"

"Not by far, Mom!"

"Then do it! God, hurry up and do it!"

"Jesus, Mom!" he gasped. "You're so different tonight!"

Monica stiffened. "Different?"

"Hot! Ready! Is this the way Nancy's going to be, Mom?"

"Yes, darling – yes," Monica sighed.

She was glad he'd said that. It made it more right somehow. Not as perverted. He wasn't going to fall in love with his mother. He was still thinking of Nancy. Fucking his mother was merely training, the way learning to eat with good manners was training.

"Ohhhh, Bruce – take this nightie off me! Hurry, darling! Oh, gently, Bruce – gently."

"Okay, Mom!" he gasped, keeping a check on himself.

His prick throbbed and bucked under her fingers. She lifted the sheet from it at the same time he was slipping the filmy garment off her body. They stared through the dimness at each other's bodies at the same time.

"Ohhh, I love your bald curt, Mom! I love it! I want to suck it again!"

"Bruce! Oh, Bruce…" Monica gasped.

He didn't pause. His fingers stroked up her thighs. Gently, tenderly. The way she'd always dreamed Gil would learn how to do it.

She felt his breath against her skin. Her legs parted of their own volition, spreading wide, making her slick, shameless cunt open with them and run slippery honey from its depths.

His breath puffed against her slit. His cheek touched her thigh. She arched up and put her hand to the back of his head and closed her eyes and nearly swooned when his mouth opened and his soft lips covered the whole of her cunt at once.

"Ahhhh, darling!" she cried tightly, arching up again.

His lips were all over her cunt. His tongue washed up and down her slit. It rolled the straining, flaming knob of her clitoral button and swept down again, massaging her flesh, steaming it up to unbelievable wetness and heat.

When his tongue thrust into her slippery, pulsing, sucking cunt hole, she let out a thin scream and came.

"Ahhh, darling!" she cried.

He attacked her then. His tongue thrust and stabbed. His lips compressed around her cunt and sucked the puffy flesh of her pussylips into his mouth. His fingers trailed all over her thighs and ass crack and teased her asshole and made it pulse wildly.

"God! God!" she gasped finally.

Bruce lifted his head and grinned at her through the dimness. "Gosh, Mom – that was quick!"

"That's because – because you're so good, Bruce," she said, cupping the back of his head. She was pleased with herself for thinking so fast. It was better telling him that than telling him how hot she was.

"Am I really that good, Aunt Vicky?"

"Bruce," she said. "I'm not Aunt Vicky. I'm your mother."

Her heart pounded. She didn't know why she felt she had to tell him. Maybe it was a last effort to back out before his prick entered the hole from which he had been born.

"Yeah, okay. I forgot."

"You didn't forget, darling. I'm your mother."

"All right, Mom. I don't know why you want me to say that. She wouldn't ever come in here like this. She'd be too afraid."

Monica looked at him. He didn't really know. He thought she was Vicky.

"You were too afraid too, Bruce," she said.

"I know. Not that I didn't want to. But."

"Do you think you could fuck her now, darling?"

"Yes!"

"Then do it, Bruce! God, slip that big prick into my cunt and fuck me!"

He hesitated. He snorted through his nose with heat. He looked at her and shook his head.

"Boy, you're sure different tonight."

"And you talk too much. Nancy won't like that."

Bruce shut up then. He clamped his lips around her tit and sucked it deeply into his mouth. He kicked all the sheets and garments from the bed and held his thrusting prick in his hand. He came over her, gazing down.

"Look – I'm not coming yet!"

"Wait until that big cock is in my cunt. I'll make it come!"

"I can hold it, Mom."

"We'll see."

He touched the head to her cunt mouth. It was warm and velvety and open. Monica moaned and felt her pussy flesh spasm and drool lewdly.

Her thighs spread as widely as they could, and she lifted up with her hips, sucking his cock into her cunt with flexing, pulsing muscles and silky, oiled flesh.

"Ahhhhh, God!" she moaned.

"I'm not coming, Mom!" he grunted.

"You will! Ohhh, I'm going to fuck that big cock until it blows my cunt full of jism! Ohhh, I'm fucking it and fucking it! Can you feel me fuck it, darling! Ohhhh!"

Monica went wild. She couldn't believe the sensations chasing through her. The prick was giant. It had the hardness of youthful vigor.

Her cunt sucked and pulsed all around it. Her tissues sucked and squeezed and drooled. She shook her ass up and down and made big circles with her hips.

She fucked his cock as if it were the most wonderful prick on earth, and she held nothing back.

"Ohhhh, I'm not coming!" Bruce gasped, gritting his teeth, holding on for all he was worth.

"Well, I am!" Monica cried.

What a joy! What a blessed, blissful fuck! She could do anything to his prick, and he didn't end it with a big blast into her cunt and a heavy thud against her chest.

That was the way Gil did it. That was the way she was so tired of doing. And then she knew what Gil's problem was. For all the women he'd fucked and bragged over, he'd learned only to fuck at them, not with them, the way Bruce was doing.

She reached high. It came to her. The huge waves of orgasm spilled and washed over her. She swirled her flooded cunt around his skewering cock and loved the most wonderful fucking she'd ever had.

Her cunt sucked and spasmed. Her heart pounded. Her arms flew about her son's neck and hugged him tightly, and she felt a quivering scream come up from the depths of her body and pass between her lips and fill the room with sound.

"Yaaaagh! Darling! Bruce! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck your mother again and again!"

Bruce grunted and gasped. He held his prick fully into her cunt and let her twist and shudder around the stiff shaft.

"I'm – not… coming…" he gasped tightly.

Monica fell back. She was dizzy. She felt ready to black out. She gasped and panted. Her whole body tingled as it never had before. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size, it seemed, and they were rock hard.

The nipples stood out from the ends of them, red and rubbery and long. Her whole ass quivered and shook. She felt his monstrously hard cock throb and jerk in the depths of her cunt, and she saw the way he gritted his teeth and kept himself from coming.

"Ohhhh, Bruce! You did it! You made me come, and you didn't come yourself! Oh, you darling! You deserve a reward!"

"Ohhhh, Mom!" he gasped, his prick shuddering threateningly with her promise.

Monica slipped her cunt back from his cock quickly. She held the slippery pole. She gasped. She felt her asscheeks tighten and quake.

"Bruce – don't come yet."

"I-I won't, Mom!" he gasped.

"I want you to do something. There's one thing we haven't done yet. But you're going to have to be gentle."

"I will, Mom!" he gasped again.

"Ohhhh, Nancy's going to love this, Bruce. And it's safe. You won't get her pregnant when you fuck her this way."

"Fuck her what… way?" he gasped again. He looked at her. What was she talking about? There was only one way to fuck. And he'd just fucked her into a hot wild orgasm that way.