Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

"Oh, my God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or to pull him closer to her secret genitals. "What are you doing to me, Kevin?" Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.

As the strong male tongue swiped once more, this time it burrowed against the softly tingling bud of her clitoris. She ground back her asscheeks in uncertain response, and he licked again, his rapidly darting tongue circling around the steadily moistening cuntal lips, prodding at her clitoris and then exploring the silky, hair-fringed flanges in a relentlessly flicking movement.

"Oh, God, Kevin… my son, my son! Please stop!" But his plunging head shook negatively, and he continued on.

Liz rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get up and leave now when she had already gone so far as to kiss him and to hold his blood-swollen cock in her tightly squeezing hands. But now a new sensation swept over her that she had not been prepared for, or at least hadn't been aware of before. Sensations that only an instant before had filled her with an inner revulsion were now sending out tiny pulses of pleasure through her groin. Yes, it felt good, and she was being eaten and sucked and enjoying it just as Tom had writhed in ecstasy over Natalie's hotly devouring mouth between his legs on his big huge lust-bloated cock!

Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing tits and slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips.

"Oh, yeeeessss, Kevin. You're doing it sooooo goooood," escaped sputtering from her open mouth.

Her son's lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening, and he fucked his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from Liz, whose convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of his moving head. Kevin could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended pink tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating cuntal hole dilated and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull it deeper within. Christ Almighty, he had her going now, his mind raged, and there was nothing that could stop her rampaging pussy from thrusting against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in the Goddamn world! Her heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping his body between her desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from her tender pink hole. It incited his already stiffening cock to a hardness that he could no longer control. He had to fuck his mother. God! He had to fuck his own mother! He had to screw her now or he would explode his cum out all over the mattress.

"Oooooohhh, lick my pussy like that some more!" she moaned and dug her hands into his face, pulling it tighter and tighter into her updrawn legs that were opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head. "Yessssss, suck it! Oh, suu-uuuuuck!" she mewled, and the cords of her neck stood out when she pulled with all her strength against the dark tangled hair of his head.

Kevin Rouelle could stand it no longer. He wrenched his shoulders up from between her desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her, pressing his hands down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for support. She was a tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly opening sexuality lying below him. It was hard to believe that she was his forty-two year old mother! Her gorgeous auburn hair streamed across her forehead and fell in gently outlining circles over her titties. The full lips of her mouth opened and closed gasping for breath, and her small fists clasped and unclasped while she went through the agony of waiting for the renewed onslaught against her naked and exposed body.

"Oh, God, why did you stop, Kevin? It felt so good!" Liz moaned. She peered up at him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something she didn't quite understand. "I-I never thought it would be like that, honest, I didn't. Do you know that?"

Kevin remained silent. She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad young chest and stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood lewdly out like a hotly throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his heated groin.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Ma," her twenty year old son panted. "It's time we got down to the real business at hand, isn't that right?"

"Oooooooohhhh," Liz groaned, a sudden flood of fear and the memory of what she had just allowed him to do to her with his tongue wetly between her legs sending a wave of humiliation through her body. Yet the very lewdness of his words had excited her more, if that were possible, and she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total surrender to her own son.

"Open your legs, Ma. Open them wide," he spat out with an unexpected viciousness. "When you get this inside of you, you'll know what fucking is all about!" Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Liz opened her legs wide apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them. Kevin levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand between their bodies, taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her hotly devouring cunt. She turned her head to the side of the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly dilating pussy.

"Aaaaahhhhh, oh, oh! No!" she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her hungering cunt. Yes, she was moist down there from the constant suckings and lickings of his lips and tongue, yet he seemed larger and thicker than she would be able to take even in her wildly excited state.

He pushed.

"Aaaauuuggghhhh," she moaned as he levered forward, and just the tip slipped through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until Liz felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. It had been so long since she had last had anything in there! Again he pushed, the blood-engorged head forcing itself into the wetly clasping, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm asscheeks arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly prodding cock. Natalie had not believed he could do it! Aha! How wrong she had been! His hot, puritanical little mother would be thrashing beneath him like a bucking mare at any moment, and his hot little wife had said his mother wouldn't even let him kiss her beyond a peck on the cheek!

But this was all too Goddamn good to be true! She was driving him out of his mind! His obscene pleasure was heightened by the realization that he was finally getting even with his father in some obscure animal way that he did not fully understand! He was not just fucking his own mother, but he was fucking his father's little wife and fucking her good! "Oh, yessss, shove it into me, darling. Fuck me gooood! Screw me like that, yeeessss!" Liz's voice intoned involuntarily, and her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she had realized. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost, and there was nothing to do but urge him on with the lewdest words she could think of and to enjoy her own obscene surrender to the act of incestuous adultery as Kevin's vigorously skewering hot cock fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.

He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them around the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating asscheeks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at her asscheeks, the thought blazed in her mind. They cupped and squeezed while he fucked his heavily impaling lusty rod deep into her flowering defenselessly grasping cunt, pumping with increasing force until her legs on either side of her hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrolled abandon. And amazingly now, she didn't even care. She had known that he would fuck her, had been aware of it really from the moment she had walked into the bedroom knowing that he was stark naked on the bed. Yes, she had wanted that cock that was now fucking and plunging its sperminflated head up through her warmly clinging cuntal hole, fucking her with a hot vengeance that they both shared against Tom Rouelle! She could feel the hard ridges of his piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly like a washboard, with merciless, pile-driving fucks. The thick blood-engorged shaft began longer smooth strokes that brought the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly clasping cunt on the backstroke and then fucked forward again into her uplifting asscheeks until she could feel the velvety smack of his balls down against the unprotected crack where nested her asshole.