Jon Reskind - Little eddie_s mother

Then suddenly, the beautiful, passion-fevered woman was slowing her movements as she sensed the arrival of someone new on the idyllic beach. She hadn't heard Cindy's lewd words, so caught up was she in the task of fucking back hard against the salaciously driving cock of Carl Bradley – but now, as she heard him moan with renewed frenzy and begin to fuck harder and harder into her tightly clinging anus, her eyes flicked open and her head raised up from its flailing, hanging position. And through the haze of her desire, she saw a familiar face, a face staring with sweat-sheened, crazed eyes at her from a distance of only a few feet. The face of…

Oh God, her son!

Her fourteen year old son was here, watching her, watching Carl Bradley fuck her from behind!

Impossibly, unbelievably, her son was here – and he too was naked!

The woman stared blinkingly at her son, thinking it was only a punitive dream, a hallucination, but then she knew it wasn't, that he was really there. Her mouth gaped open as her eyes fastened on the small, but thickly erect penis of the boy she had given birth to, staring bulgingly at the throbbing, blood-engorged member held in his hand over the trembling body of Cindy. Her brain screamed: Oh noooo, Eddie, I don't want you to see me like this… Eddie, why are you here, why are you naked… ooooh God, what's happening…?

"Eddieeee!" she managed to gasp, her body rigid, her hips no longer flailing crazily back against Carl's deeply driving strokes even though he was still fucking long and hard up into her wide-split rectum with his long, lust-swollen cock.

"Fuck me, damn you, Eddie!" Cindy's shrill voice howled demandingly. "Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck meeee!"

But Eddie Granger paid no attention to the trembling blonde posed on all fours before him, didn't even hear her wailed plea. His eyes were locked with his mother's, with his lovely mother's, and he saw only her, her beautiful sweat-sheened body, her firm full breasts, her quivering, upturned buttocks. The brunette, in turn, saw only her son, the handsome virile young maleness of him, the firm erection held strongly in his hand. It was so beautiful to her, the head swollen and filmed with seminal fluid from the glans opening. Her son's cock… ooohhhh, yesss, the instrument of love belonging to the one man she really and truly loved, her son, her son's small and virilely potent young penis…

And in that moment, the world seemed to dissolve around mother and son, Lily and Eddie Granger, and there was nothing left but the two of them and their desire-ridden bodies. A mute message passed between them, a bond of love so powerful that it demanded immediate consummation in the strictest physical sense, a love that was greater and deeper than any between merely a woman and her offspring, of merely two people attracted to one another by physical needs and desires. Rather, it was a combination of both of these the purest essence of love, spiritual and physical, complete and true and both Lily and Eddie knew it in that moment, knew that there was no one else in the world for them but each other.

The handsome teenager struggled to his feet, stumbling forward, and his loving mother awaited him with moist eyes, even more aware now of the delicious ravaging of her upraised anus by the man behind her. Then Eddie was kneeling before her, still holding his hard young prick in his hand as if it was an offering to her, his beloved mother the aching, wetly secreting head only inches from the soft, wet, pink lips of his mommy. He stared into her face, the love overflowing inside him, and a low moan escaped his dry lips.

I want to give you my penis, Mommy… I want you to have it, inside your mouth and your pussy too, every inch of my love for you, Mommy.

"Mommy!" he mewled. "Mommy, open your mouth, open your mouth and suck my cock inside…"

"Eddie, oh yes, Eddie, I love you… I love youuuu and I want you, I do, I do, oh give it to me Eddie, give me your cock…"

With a groan of love and pinnacled desire, Eddie Granger moved his hips forward, guiding his palpitating, seminally-moist prick to the waiting, wetly ovalled mouth of his mother. She tasted the bittersweet flavor of his lubrication against her lips, felt the heavy bloated head of her son's shaft resting against them, and then she opened her mouth to accept his offering of love. For this was the cock of her son, it was his cock and it was only fitting that it should be that way…

"Damn you, Eddie, damn you, you bastard!" Cindy screamed. "You can fuck her in the mouth later. Why don't you fuck me first! My ass is aching for your beautiful young cock!"

But niether mother nor son heard the desperate words of the voluptuous spurned blonde, and she was left alone, crouching, watching, her hand dipping down to fondle once again her own openly spread cunt to seek release of her billowing passion. Lily's hot, wet mouth opened wide and sucked deep up inside what it needed so desperately – her little boy's cock, an integral important part of the youth she so loved – and she began to suck him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery head, easing the tip of her fiery little tongue into the open little slit at the tip. Her head pumped abandoningly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of her son's shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue swirling faster and faster as she reveled in the delicious, enticing, forbidden taste of the penis and fluid of the teenage boy. Eddie's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own thrusting movement to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Lily could feel the wetly secreting end of his cock head touching all the way back against her larynx, but she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, the loving pressure, her lips ovalling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of sperm from her son's balls like a siphon into her own hungrily waiting throat.

Behind her, the dark-haired Carl Bradley watched the wildly lust-inciting sight of Eddie Granger fucking the mouth of his own mother. The older man was driven on to a deeper, more desperate fucking up into her tightly constricting anus as he realized that the release of his incredible load of sperm was near, his balls throbbing like two wild things as they slapped hard against the soft wet furrow of Lily's cunt. She rolled and flung her buttocks back now against Carl's forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep in her belly but interested in, and concentrating on, her son's wondrous prick in the warm, wet grotto of her mouth. She mewled and moaned like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself now, her hips and tightly clenching rectum swirling more wildly around Carl Bradley's deeply imbedded hardness, her lips and tongue wildly tasting every ridge and vein of her loving son's prick.

Oooooh, this is wonderful, it's good, it's right! the desire-ridden mind of Eddie Granger chanted. Mommy, your mouth is like soft, hot butter flowing around my cock, oh Mommy, oh, oh, oh, aaaahhhhhhhhh…

Eddie was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at his mother's slavishly working mouth and around his lust-hardened penis, and he could see her taut, firm breasts sway and dance wildly around beneath her chest as she rode her mouth back and forth along his cock. He could see her lips clinging to the head of his cock on the backstroke of her head, and he could feel the pressure of his impending cum constricting his swinging testicles painfully, the twin blocks of desire slapping enticingly off the small, sweat-covered chin of his mother as she sucked him like a starving child.

Lily began to nibble with her small white teeth, the rock-hard, bloated skin of his blood-filled cock, sipping at it as if it was a gigantic straw and his semen was a delicious ice cream treat and she wanted all of it in her month, wanted him to cum, her son, wanted to taste her son's hot, fresh young semen as it filled her mouth to overflowing. More wildly she sucked him now, flinging and rolling her buttocks back against the pile-driving cock of Carl Bradley, caught between the two pistoning cocks as if she was a pull-toy strung up between two huge rubber bands.