Paul Gable - Hot Mama

"I got pretty good at it. I'd close my eyes and wet down my fingers, pretending that they were your snatch-lips. Then I'd picture you wriggling all around under me as I slipped my dick into you. Then just when I heard you come, I shot my wad," the teen confessed.

"Oh, honey, I didn't know. Oh, Jesus, if I had. Oh, God," Joanne said, pushing down the coven until the top curls around her snatch came into view.

"But we can take care of that now, can t we?' Doug asked.

Joanne looked into her son's deep-blue eyes and felt her heart pound wildly.

"Yes! Yes, God, yesssss!" Joanne cried out as she reached forward and wrapped her arms around Doug's slender neck. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she felt his breath blow against her cheeks. In one flash, all her dreams had come true. Her son's mouth was clamped tightly down on her lips, sucking her tongue into his oral cavity as his hands crawled up her flat belly towards her hanging jugs.

"Jesus, Doug. I need your cock. Oh, God, Mom's got an itch down there that needs to be scratched. Oh, God, do it for me, honey," Joanne moaned. She knew she didn't have to talk like that to her son. But it excited her to do it.

"Get your mouth on my cock, Mom," Doug answered, starting to pull his Levi's open.

"Mmmmmm," Joanne murmured, jerking her mouth away from Doug's and plunging her head down between the teen's legs. Before Doug could stop her, she started working her lips around her son's big dick through his Levi's. Joanne could feel his cock throbbing with her lips, and timed her oral massage with the vibrating of Doug's big, knobby prick.

"Shiiiit," the teen moaned, reaching down and gently holding onto his mother's bobbing head with his hands as Joanne started at the base of the teen's cloth-imprisoned prick and worked her way to the top. She slid back to the base again and repeated her actions, soon soaking the material with her spittle. Automatically Doug began thrusting his hips back and forth, arching his back to force his stiff cock against Joanne's hot face. "Ohhhhh! Nnnnnnghhhh! Ohhh, Mom! Mom! I can't- Oh, fuckin' Jeeesus!" Doug kept moaning.

Joanne loved hearing her son groan like that. If her session with Bob was dragged out, she wanted this one to last all afternoon and into the night. It was her son she'd been wanting all along. And now that she had him, she wasn't going to let him go all that fast.

"Shit!" the teen cried out, then broke down into a series of guttural growls and sobs as Joanne reached up and started unbuttoning his fly.

"Cock! Cock!" Joanne whispered huskily as she ripped open his Levi's.

"Easy… Ohhhhh, shittttt!" the teen cried out as the full length of his hot, hard rod sprang out into the air. Joanne jerked her head back. If Bob's cock was big, Doug's was mammoth. It was almost the image of her late husband's prick. Thick, long blue veins wrapped themselves the full eleven inches of the teen's dick, throbbing with each beat of Doug's heart. The tightly stretched cock-skin seemed to grow slicker and shinier with each passing second. Joanne's widely opened eyes traveled from the thick, hair-covered root of Doug's dick up to the purple, flanged, tip of the teenager's quivering shaft. A tiny opaque drop of cum oozed out of the long slash at the tip of his prick-head and trickled down the tightly stretched skin of Doug's dick-tip.

"I want that cock!" Joanne said determinedly.

"Mom, easy. I'm gonna come if you-" the teen started to say.

But Joanne had other plans besides talking. Gently she pressed the thick rod between her fingers, forcing the piss-slit open farther. Another small drop of jizz oozed out as the teen groaned with delight. As she pressed her thumb hard against the sensitive underside of Doug's stiffened cock, Joanne slowly slid her index finger up over the crown and began to smear the clear fluid around in circles on the teen's silky cock-head.

"Fuck! Fuckkkkkkk!" Doug moaned.

Joanne looked up and saw her son close his eyes and bite down into his lower lip. His hips jerked, then hunched forward with every gentle squeeze the blonde gave her son's fully extended dick.

"Unniihhhh!" the teen cried out again as Joanne reached out and placed one hand around his slender waist.

"Please. Get out of those damned clothes," Joanne said urgently.

"Mom, are you sure? I mean, there's no going back if we-" Doug started to say.

"I want your dick up my cunt. Does that sound like I don't know what I'm doing?" Joanne asked him, seeing that he was just as unsure about mother-son fucking as she was. Somebody had to take the lead now, and she was going to take it if he didn't.

"Okay. Shit, I can't believe this is happening," the teen said as he slid off the bed and unbuttoned his shirt quickly.

"Turn the dildo off," Joanne whispered as she watched Doug slowly milking his jerking dick. Hot flashes rushed through her body, making her clit push to the top of her quivering cunt while her pussy-lips swelled more and more.

"I'll think about that later," Doug said mysteriously as he walked slowly up to the bed. The anticipation of feeling her son's body crushing down on hers was too much for Joanne. She closed her eyes and raised her hands, trailing her fingertips across her stiff, reddened nipples.

"Ohhh, God. Suck my titties! Oh, Jeeeesus, suck my titties," Joanne moaned over and over.

"I'll tip them off," Doug growled as he stopped at the edge of the bed and watched his mother play with herself.

"Unnghhhh!" she cried out, pinching her tit-tips between her fingers. Joanne kicked her legs farther apart and groaned again when she felt a rush of cool air blast against her fiery cunt. The blonde babbled incoherently as she felt steaming, bubbling cunt-juice oozing out of her fat lips and drenching the top sheet under her squirming firm ass.

"Jesus!" Doug said as he finally crawled onto the bed and slid up to his mother.

"Oh, God, baby, you don't know how long I've waited for this," Joanne said, reaching over and stroking her son's hot, flushed face with her right hand.

"Me, too," Doug groaned, reaching down and running his right hand up and down the full hot length of her jerking prong.

"God! Shitt!" Joanne cried out angrily, growing impatient as she felt spasms rip through her jerking pussy. "I want that cock up my cunt," she said huskily as she watched drops of lubricant drip out of Doug's expanding piss-slit. Joanne licked her lower lip, fighting the desire to run her tongue along those big veins that throbbed hard against his taut prick-skin. She wanted to move her lips until they clamped around the teen's pulsating cock-head where she'd be able to taste those early drops of salty fizz.

"Touch me! Oh, God!" Joanne begged.

But Doug kept teasing her, rubbing his fingers slowly up and down his twitching cock while he stared at her quivering, juicing red slash.

"Something! Do something!" Joanne cried out desperately as she lowered her right hand to her groin. She spread her burning cunt-lips apart, rubbing the itching, aching slick pussy-walls with her fingertips. Joanne almost jerked her hand away, feeling a surprising blast of hot air hitting her hands when she pulled those fluttering labes apart.

"Wow, Mom!" Doug said enthusiastically, watching the show carefully.

Joanne wiggled her ass back and forth against the groaning mattress, rubbing her thighs together and trapping her fingers inside her snatch while she played with herself. Joanne moved her hand up slightly, strumming her clit like a harp string. Suddenly she felt a series of hard contractions rip through her cunt. Her eyes flew open in wild surprise and she arched her back in reaction to the tearing spasms. Joanne impaled her snatch on her probing fingers, reaming it out with tiny circular motions before she slammed her butt-cheeks back on the bed and looked hotly at her son.