Kevin Sellers - Mom wants more

"Annnnhhhh!"

Crying out as his prickhead sank home, she screwed herself down on his magnificent cock until it vanished totally inside her, filling her pussy completely. She was more bloated with cock than she'd ever been in her life. Not even her late husband had had a prick to match Troy's beautiful shaft. As she settled firmly on Troy's lap, she sobbed with the first wrenching pangs of bliss.

"Baby, you're doing it! You're fucking me and making me come! Oh, Troy, that's right! Move it around inside me and fuck me nice! Now, honey, now! Yesssss!"

Troy heaved up, hammering his cock to the hilt in his mom's velvety cunt. She began to bounce up and down, driving herself onto his hard swollen cock in frenzied release as her pussy exploded with orgasm.

"Ahh – ahh – God it's good! Fuck me hard! Oh, your pecker's so sweet, so swee-e-e-et! Come, come, unnnnh!"

Absorbed in her fucking, Gwen bucked with frantic glee on her son's rigid prick. No longer inhibited by even the slightest twinge of remorse, she slammed mercilessly down to take every inch of his huge fucking prick as climax after climax goaded her on. Soon her body shuddered and her tits flopped heedlessly against his face.

"Take it!" he grunted, clutching tightly to her pounding asscheeks and arching up to shove his cock into her cunt. "Fuck my pecker like last night! Oh, fucking shit, your pussy's so good Mom! Make me come in your pussy again! Yeah, yeah!"

Sobbing, Gwen lunged down, her ass smacking loudly against her son's thighs and her cunt sucking with sweet greedy noises at his soaked prick.

Pumping with all her might, she slammed her cunt relentlessly on his lovely fucking cock, reaming her cunt with twisting fury that soon had her cries rising to near-screams. She felt Troy's body tensing under her for the final eruption. He groaned, surging off the chair to meet her plunging pussy until culmination blasted through them both. Gwen screamed as the first geyser of cockjuice spurted into her.

"Aaaannnnhhhh!"

Writhing in ecstasy, she seesawed on Troy's lap, crying out as each load of cream tore into her melting cunt, filling it with new slushy heat.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh…"

At last his body sank weakly beneath her and his cock rolled wet and emptied out of her twat.

At last, whimpering joyfully, she collapsed atop him, lolling with drunken bliss against his hard body.

"Oh, Mom…" he croaked, clinging to her. "That was even better than last night. You… you're the best fuck in the world!"

Purring happily into the hollow of his neck, she laughed. "Ummm… that's because I have more to work with than most women! After… uh, after all, I've got the best cock to fuck!"

Grinning proudly, Troy ran his fingers through his mother's hair. "Good. That means we're just right for fucking each other. So we don't ever have to stop, do we?"

Too enraptured at the feel of cum leaking from her cunt, Gwen answered without thinking: "Not ever, dear. Not… umm… ever."

It was only later, as Troy slipped from beneath her and triumphantly went upstairs to shower, that she recalled those ominous words.

The rest of the afternoon Troy spent down the block with a couple of his friends. Gwen had seen the reluctance on his face when he'd come down from his shower to find that the boys had shown up on the doorstep and were waiting for him. It had been obvious that he didn't want to leave her, probably wouldn't have gone at all except for his fear of arousing their curiosity.

She was thinking of that as she stepped dripping from her own shower, and a little shiver of fear went through her at the thought. What if he hadn't gone? What if he'd stayed for more fun instead, preferring to remain home and fuck his mother rather than waste time with his friends? And with the newly-awakened ache in her cunt for just that kind of action, how could she have stopped him?

For that matter, would she have wanted to stop him?

As she changed into the light summer dress she'd chosen for this evening's date, Gwen already knew the answers to those questions. She loved Troy, the way any mother would love her son, but after last night and this morning, she was discovering another kind of love entirely. A very hungry kind, the kind that required a hard pumping cock and floods of spurting cum, all applied liberally and as often as possible for the best results.

God, she was horny for her own son!

The realization struck her with stunning force, filling her mind with numb shock as she went through the motions of preparing supper. However, unlike this morning's reaction, now she couldn't seem to work up the guilt and remorse she knew she should be feeling. It was as if Troy's driving cock had rammed the last bit of morality out of her, leaving her wilted and hungry for more. Even in the midst of her thoughts, the vivid memory of his scrumptious young prick hovered like a taunting reminder.

And that frightened her most of all.

Fortunately Troy was late getting home. As he wolfed down supper, he talked only about the normal events of the day, making no mention of this morning's session.

But even as she sat and carried on conversation, Gwen saw the way his eyes occasionally wandered over her body. She felt herself creaming in response and growing more nervous by the minute.

"Darling, you shouldn't eat so fast."

"Okay, Mom." He looked up at her, his lips twitching in a smile. "You going out tonight?"

She nodded, trying to avoid his gaze. "Yes, yes Daryl's due any minute. But Janie's going to be over this evening to look out for you. You don't mind, do you?"

He shrugged, and his grin widened mysteriously. "No, I guess not. But do you have to go? I kind of thought we could stay home together tonight, kind of have fun… you know, just the two of us."

She blushed, realizing the very same thought had been on her own mind.

"I…"

That was when Daryl's sharp knock interrupted them.

Taking a quick breath of relief, Gwen rose. "I have to go, dear. Be good tonight, and don't give Janie any trouble. All right?"

"Okay."

Gwen planted a brief kiss on his cheek and swept away. Daryl had just raised his hand to knock again when the door burst open and she fled out, making for his car.

"Hey, hold up a second!" Daryl exclaimed.

He hurried after her, but didn't catch up until she'd already settled into the front seat and was waiting impatiently.

"What's the big rush?" he joked, climbing in. "Don't I even have time to get a kiss and to tell you how gorgeous you look?"

Smiling, Gwen leaned over and brushed her lips against his. That kiss sent a sudden rush of heat burning through her.

"Let's go for a drive," she whispered, shifting up against Daryl's hard body. "How about a nice spot out in the country, where we can have some privacy?"

"A drive?" Daryl looked disappointed. "Well, to tell the truth I was hoping…"

His words were cut short as her hand fell on his crotch and began to rub. His prick reacted instantly, swelling up in her palm, even as he released a light laugh of delighted surprise.

"My God, you are in a hurry! Well, it just happens that I know a perfect spot, nice and secluded. That is, if you can just hold on a bit."

"Don't worry," Gwen said. "I can certainly do that!"

Suppressing a groan as her grasping hand fastened on his cock and began to tug, he started the car and pulled away.

Gwen couldn't recall having felt so horny and uninhibited in years. Even before they were out of town, she had Daryl's slacks unzipped and was gliding her fist up and down his throbbing shaft with insatiable hunger. His prickhead ballooned up red and inflamed above her pumping hand, and with a sudden overwhelming rush of urgency, she slumped on the car seat, her mouth swooping down to engulf his cock.