M Jacobs - Shameful mom

they were her own flesh and blood. There was one more temptation in her path. She had to pass the twins' room at the end of the hall. She wondered if her resistance were strong enough now.

She stood outside the boys' room, her head swimming with desire, her pussy melting between her lovely legs. Surely it wouldn't matter if she merely stepped inside her own sons' room and stood by the beds for a while. Surely it wouldn't matter if she bent over their sleeping faces and kissed them goodnight. A mother couldn't be blamed for a show of motherly affection.

She felt her hand grasping and turning the doorknob. When she stepped inside she knew that she was lost. There was no turning back now. She knew that her affection was more than motherly, more sexual than it dared be. She knew that her close proximity to her two handsome and dutiful teen's would push her over the brink of depravity, and yet she was powerless to resist her lustful urges.

Lucy glided over to her sleeping sons and stood between the twin beds. Moonlight poured over them through the window by their beds. She felt warm inside as she gazed at their sleeping faces. She dared to reach out and touch Jim's cheek. She let her fingers graze his lips. She knew that she dared do no more, and yet she had to kiss the boy. She bent over him silently and pressed her loving

lips against his just for a second. The feel of his lips stirred her deep down inside. She felt the warmth of his sleeping body. His warmth seemed to soak into her and go straight to her responsive cunt.

Her hand fell to the boy's chest. She felt his body beneath his blanket, felt his heart beating softly. She felt her hand lifting his blanket, lifting it over his chest, puffing it down to his waist. She felt her hand slowly unbuttoning his pajamas, opening the top and exposing his young chest.

Lucy laid her hand on her son's chest, thrilling to the touch of his warm flesh. She let her hand glide over his well-developed young chest, let it glide down to his waist. She had to see more of her son's young body, had to look at him as no mother dared look at her son. Her hand rested a moment at his waist. Did she dare unbutton his pajama pants and look inside?

As if moved by a force beyond control, Lucy lifted his cover down to his knees and stared at his lower body. She let her hand slip beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms. She almost died of excitement when she felt the slightly fuzzy hair on her son's groin. She had to see him now, had to stare at hit resting young cock and balls, had to see that pert of her boy that she longed for.

Glancing over at Tim to make sure that he was still fast asleep, the hot-eased mother unfastened Jim's garment and spread it open.

Her eager eyes widened as she stared at his resting cock. It was lying there within touching distance, lying there and tempting her mercilessly. She knew that her husband had given his boys his huge cock, but the thing looked even bigger now.

Lucy knew that she should be content to merely look at her son's exposed organ, but somehow that wasn't enough. She had to touch it, had to feel his youthful cock, had to take it in her hand and fondle it. She knew how taboo such an act was, knew how depraved it was for a mother to touch her own son that way, but she had to do it nonetheless. She held out her trembling hand and let it fall slowly toward the warm-looking plug of male flesh.

She let her fingers graze the nest of Jim's light-brown pubic hair, let her fingers trail down toward the root of his sleeping cock. She hesitated just a moment near the base of his cock. Then she closed her eyes as if in fear and let her exploring fingers find his soft warm dick. She gasped out loud when she felt his cock against her fingertips. She was actually touching her son's cock. She felt dizzy with excitement. Her pussy shivered with lust.

Lucy fell silently to her knees beside the bed. Her fingers wrapped gently around Jim's cock. She held his heavy dick in her hand, lifting it off his leg. She squeezed his rod gently. She rubbed

the head of it with her thumb. She thought she was imagining things at first, but the more she played with his prick the bigger the thing became. Young Jim was getting a hard-on in his sleep.

She felt her son's big whang welling and hardening in her hand, felt the thing jerking up to full erection under her expert influence. His swelling dick filled her hand. She began moving her hand gently over the silken skin of his dick. She wondered how her nasty manipulations had changed the boy's dreams. She wondered too if she dared go any farther with her taboo explorations.

Lucy wanted to bring Jim the pleasure she knew she could bring him with her loving hand, but there was always the danger of waking the boy in the process. She also had to worry about Tim, who was sleeping only an arm's length away. It wouldn't do to have Tim wake up and find his mother playing with his brother's cock. In spite of the dangers involved, the horny mother kept working on her son's dick until it was at its full length in her hand.

Lucy had to taste her son's rod, had to see if it tasted as good as his father's cock. Her cunt seething, the hot-sued woman bent over her boy's erect dick and brought her lovely lips daringly close-to the head of it. She blew a stream of warm moist breath over the naked head of her boy's swelling cock. She knew that he had to feel

everything she was doing to him, even though he might be feeling it in a sexy dream.

The horny woman watched a droplet of crystal-clear pre-seminal fluid ooze from the lips of his turgid dick. She had to taste his love-juice, had to taste the exciting salty fluid on her tongue. Alive with depraved desire, Lucy flicked out her tongue and gathered a droplet of his pre-cum on the tip, She savored his cock-juice, longing to have more of the same, longing to suck his dick until he filled her mouth with the oozing stuff.

Her head swimming, Lucy pressed her wet warm lips against the hot head of her son's rod. She planted a wet kiss on his cock-head, feeling the boy's organ jerk against her lips. She moved her lips down the shaft of his whang, kissing his throbbing rod from the tip to the root and back again. She felt his fuzzy pubic hair against her lips as she kissed the very root of his young dick. She was seized by the urge to gobble up his cock.

The lovely mother opened her pretty mouth and plunged down on her son's cock. She held the root of his dick in her fingers to hold it straight up from his groin. She thought she would die of excitement when she felt the boy's dick in her mouth for the first time. She was actually giving her little boy a blow job! It was almost too much for her to believe, and yet it was happening, and the cock in

her sucking face was as real as could be.

Lucy felt Jim's rampant erection filling her face. She felt the big head of it bulging her cheeks. She felt the shaft of it scraping ever so gently against her teeth. The boy's rod grew even more in her mouth as she sucked him. She felt the thing swelling with greater and greater masculine power. She knew that her son was feeling the maddening sensations of warmth and sucking as she worked on his rod. She knew too that he would explode into her face if she kept sucking his big hard cock.

The lusty mother wanted desperately to suck her son's dick until he filled her mouth with his sperm. She wanted to feel his wad blasting hot and hard against the back of her sucking throat. But could she bring him off without waking him? Could she make his balls blow up between his legs without shaking him out of his dream? She had to take the chance.

Driven by incestuous desires beyond her control, Lucy began sucking at Jim's heavy dick with renewed passion. She began bobbing up and down over his rod, taking it all the way down her throat. She felt the hard head of his organ banging against the back of her throat with each downward plunge. His cock was so big now that it almost choked her.