C Ralston - Donny_s hot mother

Donny moaned as his gorgeous, nearly naked mother came into his room. The sight of her jiggling tits in their barely containing bikini top drew another clench from his emptying cock. The big squirt of spunk arched up off the bed, across the few feet that separated them, and spattered onto Laurel's bare thigh a few inches below her nearly nonexistent swimsuit bottom.

"Oh, my, my, how hot and nice this stuff is!" Laurel giggled at her son's sperm-filled tribute to her beauty, gathering the slippery cream in her finger-tips and rubbing them together. "So slick and warm and good!"

It was all Laurel could do to keep from licking the delicious-smelling jizz off her fingers right before the boy's eyes. It was so tempting, so mannish and pungent smelling, so delightfully strong and earthy.

Maybe it was her disappointing fuck the night before, maybe it was the guilty, yet terribly excited and proud way Donny was looking at her, maybe it was something special about the texture and feel of his boyish come between her fingers – Laurel didn't know. But she did somehow know that she could no more stop herself from saying what she said next than she could stop rain from falling.

"You know, Donny honey, you really shouldn't waste this beautiful cream," Laurel said slowly, her voice a deep purr of sexual invitation. "You shouldn't just spray it up in to the air and let it fall. You ought to find a nice, hot, juicy pussy to pump this delicious jizz into, darling. That's what it's for, you know."

Donny gasped at his mother's lewd words. His prick gave a last jerk of dwindling lust and a final jet of come burbled up out of the softening prick and dribbled across the boy's fingers.

"See, your cock knows a hot cunt sounds better than a hand job," Laurel teased, grinning.

Laurel's cunt was seething with need. She knew what she was going to do was awful, against every taboo in the book.

She thought about it and decided she didn't care. Her pussy was bubbling, the sexy black bikini bottom probably showed a thin line of growing wetness by now. Her nipples were standing out taut and tender against her flimsy cups, aching for a tender mouth upon their pinkness. She could never remember needing a fuck as badly as she needed one right now.

"Yeah, baby, I think that neat little fireplug of a cock of yours would fit real nice in a tight, hot little pussy," Laurel whispered softly, coming right up to the bed. "And I think I know where you can find one, if you're interested."

Staring down at her son, her deep blue eyes filled with passion, Laurel slowly licked the come off her fingers. With her free hand, she reached back and undid her top, her eyes never leaving Donny's.

"Holy… shit!" Donny gasped as he saw his mother lap the spunk off her hand like a cat cleaning a kitten's fur.

The big, round tits tumbled out of their enclosure and the boy's eyes grew even wider. His mother's tits were huge, even bigger than they had looked from a distance, now that they were bobbing and swaying naked above him. Her nipples were jutting out like tiny pink spouts, goose bumps of desire all around the extended tips.

"Like 'em?" Laurel asked in an excited whisper.

"G-God, yes!" Donny mumbled dumbly, his eyes transfixed by the gently bobbing treasures.

"Good," Laurel said softly, extending her hand. "Then follow me and I'll let you do anything you want with 'em!"

Donny got up off the bed and put his hand in his mother's. Nervously, they made their way down the hall to Laurel's room, both of them trembling with lust, excitement, and the added zest of knowing what they were about to do was considered wrong by almost everyone.

"If you're gonna be a man," Laurel explained, taking her naked son into her arms as they got inside her bedroom. "Then I guess it's okay for me to show you how to be a man, isn't it?"

Their lips came together before Donny could stammer an answer. They pressed their bodies close, Donny gasping at the feel of his mother's big tits mashing into his chest, their hot little nipples burning against his bare skin like a pair of glowing coals.

Laurel was still slightly taller than the gangly youngster and she had to bend her head a little to press her hot, willing lips to his. She didn't mind a bit. The heady thrill of kissing, really kissing her handsome young son had her mind reeling and her cunt pumping. She squished her tits into him and opened her lips, her tongue wriggling against his closed mouth, seeking entry.

Donny opened his mouth, sighing as his mother thrust her tongue inside and explored the roof of his mouth and all around his tongue inside the boy's cheeks. Hot, sweet saliva, fresh from Laurel's mouth, splashed everywhere and Donny sighed deeply and grew bolder, his arms tightening around his mother, pulling her in closer.

The boy's tongue went as rigid as the cock Laurel could feel pressing against her bare thigh. The panting older woman sucked hard on the boy's tongue, imagining it was his prick, licking and nibbling at the smooth, wet tongue as she moved her compressed lips up and down its firm stalk.

Donny quivered in his mother's arms, excited beyond anything he had ever imagined in his wildest jerk-off fantasies. His cock jumped against his mother's velvety flesh, threatening to unload its spunk before she even touched it.

Realizing the danger of going too quickly, Laurel backed off a little. The voluptuous blonde pulled her tongue slowly out of the sighing teen's hot mouth, caressing his bare arms and shoulders as she did so.

"The bed," Laurel gasped, her eyes alive with lust. "The bed, darling. Get on it and wait for Mama. I'll be with you before you know it!"

Donny practically ran to the large, lushly appointed waterbed across the master bedroom. He looked quite funny, his eyes wide with expectancy and wonder, his prick sticking out in front of him, wobbling crazily as he moved quickly toward the bed. He plopped himself down on his back, his body rising and falling in choppy waves on the waterbed's fluid surface, his cock bobbling above the rise and fall like a ship's mast in heavy seas.

Laurel watched the boyish prick dip up and down with undisguised arousal. She imagined it sliding in and out of her juicing cunt… up and down between her sucking lips… drilling its way tightly up and back in her gripping asshole… pounding against her clenched fist as she pumped it.

Standing over the bed, her tits as full and ripe as a set of flesh-colored melons, their nipples elongated with need, Laurel hooked her fingers in the clingy, taut bikini bottoms. She licked her lips suggestively and began working the tight fabric downward, her eyes toying hungrily with the boy's.

"Jeeezus!" Donny gasped as he saw the first wisps of his mother's curly blonde pubic thatch glide into view above the descending, tantalizing black material.

Laurel enjoyed it. She moved her lips in an exciting, provocative roll-and-grind motion as she lowered the panties. The movement made her tremendous tits sway fluidly across her chest. Donny's cock jumped uncontrollably as he watched her and that made it even better.

The top of Laurel's smallish, wet cunt came into view. Donny's eyes went large as door knobs as he watched more and more of the sweet pink opening emerge until, at last, the bikini bottoms slid away down the sleek white thighs and his mother kicked free of them and faced him in all her nude splendor.

"Holy God!" the boy breathed reverently, his rapt gaze telling his mother that she was the first naked woman her son had ever beheld outside the pages of a men's magazine.

Relishing every thrilling second of it, Laurel put one foot on the bed, her cunt opening wide as she split her legs. The sensuous blonde moved one hand up to her nipples and began teasing them to their full, throbbing glory as her other hand stole downward. Laurel winked at her son and plunged one finger up into her pussy, working it in and out with a squishy, regular cadence that excited them both almost beyond endurance.