Unknown - Hot Moma

"Ritchy…" Roxie ran her palm along the length of his cock.

"Oh, Ritchy!"

Feverishly, Roxie ripped at her son's pants, getting them open. Rich pushed his ass to the edge of the couch, eager and willing. Pulling his cock from his fly, Roxie began to pant as she closed her fist about it. She jerked and pushed, pumping vigorously, the hardness and heat searing her palm. She stroked his cock vigorously, mewling with uncontrolled pleasure, watching the head swell and bulge in her fist.

"Ritchy!" she gasped.

Jerking her hand off his cock, she jumped to her feet. As her son watched in pleased fascination, Roxie yanked her skirt to her waist, tearing and ripping at her flimsy panties. As they slid down her legs, she almost jumped astride her son, spreading her knees over his hips.

With a wildness that was almost frightening, she grasped her son's cock at the base and stuffed the swollen head into her cunt swiftly. With a low moan, she sank onto it, feeling her cunt spread about the thickness. Throwing her head back, gripping his shoulders tightly, Roxie began to bounce up and down, fucking her son.

"Oooooh, yes, yes!" she cried.

Rich grabbed her waist, squeezing, as he strained his cock up to her burning cunt. His eyes were glowing, mouth gaping. The wet heat of his mother's cunt closing about his cock was making him tremble and gasp.

Roxie jerked up and down, the friction of her son's cock becoming more intense and satisfying than her fingers. Her cunt felt so deliciously full, so tightly crammed. She cooed, jerking her ass back and forth, then bouncing on his cock again.

Liquid sounds came from between her legs as she humped, her head tossing about frantically. Her tits jiggled. She was aware that her son was pushing his cock up into her cunt, that she was gyrating her ass lewdly, that she was about to come, and that she was fucking her son, yet it seemed like a dream, unreal.

"Uhhhhhh… uuuuuhhhhh!" she moaned, jerking her ass back and forth, feeling her clit scrape along the hard shaft of his cock. "Oooooh… uhhhhhh!"

Rich, now showing the strain on his face, thrust his hands up his mother's thighs, holding her grinding hips as she began to ram up and down again.

Roxie began pounding her cunt onto her son's cock as her cries of ecstasy grew.

Her eyes widened, her pussy ready to explode. Her cunt gripped his cock tighter, the rippling pleasure making it clamp and relax as she jerked up and down.

Throwing her head back, almost falling off him, she rammed as hard as she could onto his cock, pressing and straining. She began to gasp, then she wailed.

"Ritchy!" she screamed.

She began to come, strong and hard around his cock. The gripping of her cunt brought a cry from Rich.

He dug his fingers into his mother's hips, pushing his cock as hard as he could into her squeezing cunt. Like his mother, he threw his head back, and then gushed into her, sending a hot spray of come juice up her fiery cunt.

"Oh… oh! Oooooooooh!" Roxie cried, shuddering helplessly.

Each spurt of his cock sent tremors through her, making her orgasm ripple powerfully. She clung to his shoulders in desperation, bending far back to push her cunt as hard as she could onto his squirting cock.

The shattering spasms slowed, weakening, leaving Roxie wrung out. She slumped, panting, her fingers losing their grip on his shoulders. For a moment, she leaned against him, then with a cry, she jerked up. She yanked her cunt off his cock and almost fell as she ran from the room, one hand over her face, sobbing in horror at what she had done. She ran into her room, slamming the door behind her, falling face-down on the bed and sobbing in misery.

How could she have done such a thing! Rich would surely think she was out of her mind now.

The next day, Roxie was more embarrassed than ashamed of what she had done with her son. Her lack of shame surprised her very much. Usually she was very modest, always making sure that her knees were covered and together when she sat, and seldom did she wear reveal-ing clothing. Those women who wore short shorts, with half their asses exposed, were shameless, she felt. Her own shorts came to mid-thigh, and they were not at all tight around her hips or ass.

What she had done was more shameless than wearing revealing clothing, yet she didn't feel ashamed. As she bathed, she tried to understand what was happening to her. None of it made sense.

Her hand moved between her thighs, and a tremor swept through her when she touched her clit.

Jerking her hand away quickly, Roxie scrambled from the tub, horrified that she was touching her pussy without even knowing it now.

With her mind still dwelling on the day before, she pulled on a pair of panties, snapping the elastic around her hips. She selected a sun dress from her closet, and slipped it on. Although she dressed modestly, she was always dressed attractively. Her long, medium-brown hair sparkled, and she applied a faint coat of lipstick, then an eyelash enhancer, the only make-up she wore.

Nervously, she left her room, not knowing what to expect from her son when they came face to face.

Rich was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal when she entered, finding a fresh pot of coffee already made. Pouring herself a cup, she sat at the table and avoided looking directly at him.

"How do you feel, Mom?"

"I… I feel fine," she murmured.

She felt him gazing at her, staring right at her tits. A blush started on her face, and she was beginning to shake. She spilled a drop or two of coffee on the table. He kept staring at her, and her nipples were stiffening inside her bra and dress, starting to tingle. She was reacting to the way he looked at her.

With a start, Roxie found she was wondering if her son had a hard-on.

Startled by the thought, she dropped her cup.

"Oh, shit!" She darted her hand to her mouth, her face flushed.

The cup shattered on the floor, coffee spilling everywhere.

She stared down at the mess.

"I'll get it, Mom." Rich grabbed some paper towels and squatted at her feet.

"You're sure jumpy this morning. Are you nervous about something?"

She felt his eyes staring at her knees, and with a little gasp, she realized they were spread apart. She clamped them together tightly, then heard her son laugh low in his throat. But the instant she clamped her thighs together, the pressure set up a hot tingle in her cunt. She relaxed, then, to her horror, she saw that Rich was peeking between her legs.

Her legs refused to move, and she placed her hands on her thighs to close them.

Even that didn't work. She was blushing furiously, knowing her son was peeking at her, maybe even seeing her panties, and she sat there in a trance, frozen and helpless, trembling with a heat that consumed her flesh.

As Rich looked up, Roxie stared at him, eyes smoldering and glassy. The tip of her tongue moved over her lips, and it was all she could do to stop herself from reaching for him.

She felt his hot palms cup her knees, and when he gently pushed them apart, she was so weak there was nothing she could do.

A soft sob came from her throat when her son spread her knees.

She slumped in the chair, eyes closing, as her face burned with embarrassment.

But excitement began to rumble through her. It was almost like her fantasy of being looked at in the car. Her cunt began to pulsate wetly, her clit bulging.

She clenched her fist at her hips, leaning her head back, eyes closed.

Rich gazed between the satiny smoothness of his mother's thighs, recalling her wanton exhibitionism in the car the day before. Young as he was, he sensed his mother was helpless, that he could do just about anything he wanted to her.

Being a young, horny boy, he was delighted in what he discovered. He pushed her knees wider apart, seeing the tight crotch of her panties, the soft pussy hair curling along the edges. His cock, already hard, pushed at his pants.