Mary Jenkins - A mother_s forbidden passion

Her son's penis was all, was the world, for Bette Clark now. She dipped her head forward, her heart threatening to burst through her chest cavity, her pussy raging with desire and then her tongue touched the smooth rubbery tip of her son's cock-head, touched it and tasted the bittersweet pungency of his seminal fluid. Yes! her mind cried exultantly. Yes, this is what I've wanted to do all along ooohh, it tastes so good! My wonderful son's cock tastes so good!

Bette began to swirl her tongue around the tiny thin opening, lapping up all the virile tasting emissions there, and her son groaned wildly, his fingers convulsing tightly in her blonde hair at the electric touch of her moist hot tongue on his pulsating cock. She ovaled her mouth wider to accept the entire head inside, moving her tongue in circular, progressively faster strokes, holding the base between her thumb and forefinger with one hand while she tickled his balls maddeningly with the nails of the other.

"Oooohhh!" Tony wailed in abandoned delight, his fingers convulsively twisting in his mother's swirling blonde hair. "Ohhh yes, Mom, darling Mom, yesss!"

Bette began to suck rhythmically up and down now, as she had used to suck Hale Bixby's cock in that special way he had showed her, taking more and more of her son's hardened shaft of penile flesh into the interior of her soft hot mouth, her tongue working with excruciating swirls at the almost-withdrawal from the warmth of her lips. She parted the tiny opening at the end with the tip of her fiery probe, widening it so that more semen flowed out against her tongue. Her son jerked his hips upward off the car seat paroxysmically, driving his rod deep and hard against the roof of his mother's softly sucking mouth. He was moaning in enraptured cadence now, squeezing Bette's breasts hotly and almost painfully, his balls aching with the need for release.

His lovely blonde mother was sucking him voraciously now, completely lost in the lewdness of the act which she was performing, reveling in the salacious taste of her son's cock. Tony's buttocks twisted and rolled on the seat as the intensity of her sucking increased. She began to nibble with her sharp white teeth the rock-hard, bloated skin of his blood-filled member, sipping at it eagerly, wanting him to cum, wanting to taste his hotly flowing young semen as it filled her mouth to overflowing. Her own loins were aching with increasing tension as her orgasm built higher and higher, wanting to cum herself as she knew her son would soon cum, wanted them both to cum together, mother and son, lovers.

She began to suck him faster and faster, more wildly, her hips churning madly as she strained her head harder down on his lap, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her head bobbed up and down with frenzied speed like some impossibly functioning piston, taking all of his cock into her hot wet mouth even though she would have at first deemed such a feat impossible. The lovely mother's lips and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of her son's thick pubic hair on the downstroke of her head, and she could sense the young masculine aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils, spurring her on even faster.

Never, never had anything been this wonderful for Tony not even Debbie's expert manipulations. This was the greatest, this was the ultimate. He had to cum, had to cum in his mother's soft wet mouth had to cum, had to cum had to…

And suddenly, without warning, he did cum!

He screamed, "Oooohh, that's it, Mom, I'm cumming, aaahhh!"

He jammed his hips upward, burying his cock deep in his mother's desperately working throat while she moaned ecstatically. Then the first hot thrusts of semen spurted from the opening in his hotly flaring cock-head, inundating the back of his mother's voraciously sucking mouth, geysering madly up out of his excitedly jerking penis. Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed forth, swallowing desperately to keep from choking on the frothing hot liquid, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the warm semen-flooded cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied.

Bette's own orgasm struck then, brought about and triggered by the act she was performing on her son, the total abandonment of loving him this way. Wild rapturous kaleidoscopic release took hold of her, ten times as great and wonderful as with Ken two nights ago or by her own finger last night. She gurgled and squealed around her son's ejaculating cock, still swallowing his seemingly never-ending flow of virile young sperm, trying not to lose a single droplet of the precious seed. She reached a height so dizzying, a pinnacle of pleasure so great that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of it.

Finally, moments later, her son's cock deflating in her gently nibbling mouth, the lovely blonde mother lifted her head, letting the pleasure-giving instrument slide wetly from between her lips, trailing a thin band of cum between her mouth and his slowly receding cock-head. Tony leaned back against the seat, half comatose from the excruciating bliss he had just known from his mother's mouth on his prick, unable to think, unable to do anything in the aftermath of such great delight.

Bette leaned over and kissed him with her still semen-glistening lips, gently, tenderly, lovingly, on the mouth, hugging him fiercely, and into his ear she whispered, "I love you, Tony darling, I wanted to make you happy and to make you love me. Did I, darling, please tell me I did!"

It was a long moment before Tony could answer; then he said – the words filling him with a new sense of wonder at the world and at himself – "Yes Mom, oh darling Mom, you made me happy, and you showed me that I've never stopped loving you all along. Oh Mom, I love you too; I really love you more than anything in the world!"

Those were the words that Bette had longed so desperately to hear, and sheer ecstasy swept through her flesh, an ecstasy of a different sort but no less intense than the orgasm she had just experienced. The first part of her plan had succeeded perfectly, beautifully, magnificently, and she was glowingly happy at that very moment. She snuggled against her wonderful, satiated son, thinking about the second part of her plan, that if it, too, succeeded, things would then be absolutely, irreconcilably perfect.

She kissed her son again, smiling as she thought of what was certainly happening at that very minute back at Ken's house, what she and Tony would soon be walking in on if all went according to plan.

When Debbie Mason and Ken Clark reached his bedroom, the lovely black-haired teenage siren immediately pulled her blouse over her head and unfastened the buttons on her hot-pants, letting both garments fall at her feet. She wasn't wearing any panties or bra, and she stood completely naked, the black, sparsely growing curls of her pubic hair glistening wetly with her arousal and her large, firm young breasts quivering in proud anticipation as she stared at the sweating, lust-incited older man. "Make yourself naked, sweet," she crooned. "Right now hurry, I want to see your big hard cock!"

Ken moaned at the obscene suggestion of this young teenage girl, and his hard, thick cock, fully erect in his trousers, ached with wild passion. Staring at her voluptuous nakedness, he tore at his clothing until he, too, was standing nude before her, his cock jutting out like a gigantic spear from his hirsute loins, the moistly lubricated head pointing impatiently at her trembling body. His brain whirled with lust, totally abandoned to the captivating powerful femininity of this black-haired little bitch. He wanted her desperately, just as he had yesterday in the cabana, and he couldn't control himself; his body was vibrating wildly, and his balls ached painfully with spiraling semen.