Kevin Sellers: Mom wants more

"Yeah… yeah, I guess so."

Troy's eyes flickered down across his mother's body and came to rest on her cleavage. The bow there hadn't been tied very well. From where he sat, he could see that a gap had opened up, displaying one big creamy tit.

His throat went dry at the sight. His mom had a pair of tits every bit as big as Janie's. Now, staring at the soft milky tit that peeked from beneath her gown, he felt his cock, stir with a strange new excitement.

"Well, I'll see what I can do about that," Gwen was saying, not noticing his stare. "But for tonight we both need our rest, so give me a kiss and scoot on to bed."

Bending dutifully forward, Troy brushed his lips across his mother's warm full mouth and let her pull him to her in a hug.

From that position, with his head resting briefly on her shoulders and his eyes staring down into the gaping cleavage of her nightgown, he got a point-blank view of her entire tit. Her nipple was all stiff and straining in the center of a huge pink areola, just inches from his mouth.

Suddenly he didn't want their hug to end. Snuggling closer, he pressed his cheek against the hollow of her neck and eased a hand up so that it draped over the loose bow of the gown.

"I guess I was just kind of jealous, Mom," Troy said, his fingers toying with the bow in an effort to give him an ever better view of his mom's tits. "You know, with you dating guys now and all…"

Unaware of her son's maneuver, Gwen crushed him to her even tighter in a burst of sympathetic understanding.

"Why, Troy, you don't have a thing to be jealous of! You'll always be the man of this house, no matter what. It's just that sometimes a woman needs a man in a way… well, in a way I don't think you'd understand right now. But someday you will – and that day isn't as far off as you may think, the way you're growing these days."

She laughed and stroked his head.

Heart thumping, Troy eased the bow of his mother's nightgown free. He already knew perfectly well what she was talking about. His mon wanted the same thing as Janie. That was why she'd been going out so much, and that was why even now the sharp scent of her pussy filled the air. She wanted cock.

And right now, his own cock was ripe for the taking. His prick stood up hard and throbbing, stretching his underwear taut. As the bow of her gown slipped apart, he spoke put huskily.

"You said I was a man, didn't you? I can give you whatever you need too, Mom. Just let me prove it!"

Suddenly Gwen's nightgown fell open, and she realized what her son had been up to. At first she was too shocked to react. The nightgown slid from her shoulders and Troy's head ducked, his mouth fastening on her bare hard-nippled tit.

"Troy!" Her voice was a gasp of horror as he began to suck, rolling the stiff bud on his tongue and nibbling hungrily at it. "What – young man, stop it! Don't…"

She moved to push him away, but Troy wasn't about to be put off so easily. He sucked even harder on her swollen nipple, pressing his rigid cock against her thigh with a determination that made her suck in her breath.

In that instant Gwen couldn't help but react. Her cunt, already steaming from her session with Daryl, gushed a fountain of hot juice in response, forcing a groan from her throat.

"Oh, oh, baby, don't… ahhnnnn…"

Somehow, instead of pushing him away, her hands tightened on his muscular arms. She arched her shoulders, mashing her tit to his face.

"Oh God!" she purred, clutching her son and pushing her hot aching tit to his mouth as he noisily gobbled at it. "Honey, that… that feels so good, oh that's… unnhh…"

For a moment Troy had been afraid that she would be mad. Instead, her gasps soon urged him on as he sucked his mom's big stiff nipple. Before long she was groaning in blissful surrender and pulling him to her, fingers entwining in his dark hair.

He began to push down the sheet covering the lower part of his mother's body, his cock aching at the prospect of getting a look at her pussy.

Vaguely Gwen realized what was happening, but she couldn't seem to stop it. Her son's sucking mouth had her drooling cuntjuice. The feel of his hard dick slithering against her was a sensation that, at the moment, she couldn't resist no matter how wrong it was. She'd gone too long without a man's delicious prick, and her date with Daryl had only begun to awaken a hunger that she'd almost forgotten about.

Her nightgown had been forced wide open now. As Troy's moist warm mouth moved from one tit to the other, she could feel the sheet being shoved down, bunching at her navel. Grasping young fingers slid across her exposed rippling stomach. A last motherly impulse made her reach down and grab his hands.

"Darling, don't! This – ah – it isn't right for us to be like this… please…"

But Troy didn't intend to stop now. His cock was practically bursting out of his shorts, and the promise of hungry pussy just inches from his fingers was too great to ignore. He raised his head, releasing a big quivering tit-bud that glistened slickly with his saliva.

"What's wrong, Mom? Isn't this the kind, of need you were talking about? I thought you liked it!"

"That… that's not the point," she replied a bit uncertainly, making an effort to control the lust surging through her. "After all, I'm your mother! What-what would people think? A mother and her own son… it isn't healthy!"

It was a poor argument, but the best she could come up with.

Troy made a face. "It's a lot healthier than, some things! You're not going to make me go to bed like this, are you?"

On impulse, remembering how much Janie had enjoyed fondling his prick, he pushed his mother's hand down to his out thrust cock.

Gwen gasped at the feel of her son's luscious hard prick as it throbbed in its cotton sheath beneath her fingers. Her son's cock has to be even bigger than Daryl's lovely cock. She released a hoarse groan of appreciation: "Oh baby…"

Her fingers began to move, curling over his cockshaft and rubbing across its length with tender, loving strokes.

Grinning at his success, Troy jerked the sheet entirely away, completely exposing his mother's body.

"Jesus!" he gasped, staring with amazement at his mom's thick glossy mound of hair. He'd seen dozens of cunt pictures, but not one of them had a rich carpet of fur like the one before him now. Her pubic hair extended almost up to her bellybutton in a thatch of dark tangle that thickened even more between her thighs, hiding her cunt completely.

Blushing with guilty pleasure at being admired for the second time in one night, Gwen tightened her grip on her son's prick and laughed huskily. "Well, young man, do you like my pussy? That's what you were wanting to see – does it meet with your approval?"

"Oh fuck, yeah!" he answered in blank amazement, noticing the wetness that matted her curls. "It's… it's beautiful!"

Creaming harder than ever beneath his stare, Gwen moved her fist over his cock faster. "You're only saying that because you're so inexperienced. You've never seen a woman's pussy before, have you, dear?"

"Only…" Troy caught himself. "Only in pictures," he finished lamely.

One of his hands slipped out and brushed across her thick pussy mound in frank wonder.

She couldn't stop him. In fact, he was so obviously astonished by the sight of her cunt that she impulsively urged him on. "Go on, honey. Touch it. Now that you've gone this far, we may as well satisfy your curiosity all the way!"

Troy didn't need any more urging than that. His fingers plunged into his mother's soaked bush, plowing through its thickness and gliding to the rim of her pussy.

"Ahh," Gwen groaned, parting her legs slightly in reflex. An instant later his fingertips were coursing along the slick crevice of her sopping slit, dipping into it and quickly locating the erect bud of her clit. "Ah!"