Donna Allen - Billy_s hot mother

"Mom!"

"Suck it, darling!"

He groaned and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

"That's lovely, darling," she said. "That's just what Mother needs."

His lips parted and she fed him her boobs. She pressed her soft flesh between his teeth and she gasped as he began sucking. "Now this one," she hissed, pulling her tit away and substituting the other one.

She guided his free hand to her other jug and he kneaded and squeezed it while he licked her tit. Her pussy was wet and hot and she felt a tiny orgasm rage through her.

"You made Mother come," she whispered when she caught her breath.

"Honest?"

"Yes, darling, you did? Aren't you proud of yourself?"

Nodding wordlessly, he continued munching away on her tits. She moved his hand from her tits to her cunt and opened, her thighs. Placing his hand against her gash, she sighed as he automatically began stroking her hot wet meat.

She moaned low in her throat when he touched her pussy-pulp. It was as if a bomb exploded when he touched her clit. He gazed at her with hot eyes, her tits still between his teeth.

"Did you come again?"

"Oh, darling, yes!"

She tangled her fingers in his hair and held his head while he continued sucking her nipple. He pressed his face inside her cleavage and sighed with excitement.

"I used to dream about this," he said.

"What did you dream?"

"When I was little I used to dream you let me suck your tits."

"Is that all?"

"Sometimes I dreamed you let me fuck you." His face turned crimson.

"Do you still dream that?"

"Sometimes."

"Would you like to fuck me now, darling?"

"Do you mean it, Mom?" he croaked. "Yes, I'd like that, honey."

He nuzzled her tits and gazed into her eyes. "You really mean it?"

"Yes, I do," she smiled. "But first kiss me."

Their lips met. They exchanged saliva and Lisa plunged her tongue into the teenager's mouth. His lips and tongue tasted sweet and pure and innocent.

She reached under the sheet and searched for his prick. She found it and clutched it in her hand. He groaned when she squeezed it. She loved the hardness of his rod and the fullness of his balls.

"You're nice and hard, darling," she said.

She squeezed his balls and his cock-root and wiped up the jism leaking out of his piss-slit. She threw the sheet to the side and gazed at his naked young body. Then taking a deep breath, she threw her robe open and watched his reaction.

His eyes widened at first. Then they narrowed as he drank in her tits and cunt and the curve of her thighs. She took his hand and moved it back between her legs.

"Oh, darling, touch me!"

She fondled his cock while he played with her pussy. She pulled his lips down and frenched him. He pried her cuntlips apart and stroked up and down her slit.

"Do you want to fuck me now, Son?" she said.

He gulped. "Now?"

She laughed. "Why not?"

"I don't know."

She stroked his fuck-slab and held his balls. "Are you scared?" she breathed, blowing her warm breath in his ear.

"I guess so," he muttered.

"If you don't want to do it…"

"Aw, Mom, it's not that!"

"Then what's the matter? Don't I turn you on?"

He turned crimson. "You know you do," he said quietly.

"Well, why don't you do it?" She ran her fingers lightly up and down his fuckpole. "Your cock seems to want to fuck me."

The boy grinned. "Aw, Mom!"

"Darling," she whispered, tonguing his ear.

"What?"

"Get over here."

She guided him until he hovered over her. She spread her thighs and stroked her pussy thicket. The dim light played over her creamy-skinned thighs and her tits wobbled when the bed moved.

The boy gazed at her huge mound-like boobs and the nipples capping them. She had slipped her robe off her arms and now she lay there totally naked.

She spoke in a husky voice, a voice unfamiliar to the boy. "Fuck me, darling. Mother needs it so badly."

His hand shaking, he brought his cockhead to the entrance of her cunt. It slipped to the side and landed on her thigh. He flushed and turned his head.

He tried again to get it in, but somehow couldn't manage the initial penetration. He looked dejected until she reached for his cock and forced the tip into her gash.

"You're in, darling!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed forward as more of his prick wedged inside his mother's slit. In a moment he was all the way inside and his balls hugged her body.

She lifted her legs and encircled his waist. "Now fuck me, darling!" she sighed.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed his hair. She raised her ass and brought herself up to meet his thrusts. Her cunt sucked on his teenage dick and he grunted.

"Jesus, Mom, I can't believe it!"

"What can't you believe?"

"I can't believe we're really fucking!"

"Are you sorry?"

"Shit, no!"

"You're a wonderful cocksman, Billy!"

"Honest, Mom?" and she nodded happily.

Perspiration dripped down his face as he stroked in and out of her tightly-clenched twat. They moved like two dancers, stroking and thrusting and rubbing deliciously together.

"Go slowly and make it last," she whispered. "Oh, darling, that's lovely!"

"I don't know how long I can last, Mom!" he said through clenched teeth.

"Keep going as long as you can, honey," she said. "Mother will come whenever you do, but it's so lovely I want it to last."

She pressed her thighs tightly around him, pulling his dick further inside her cunt. She gasped and told him to stroke harder and deeper.

He rammed forward, taking her breath away with the forcefulness of his thrusts. Her cunt convulsed and sucked on his prick and a violent tremor shook her being.

She grabbed his ass and dragged her fingernails over his flesh. She held him tightly against her, almost afraid that he would leave. Her cunt continued fluttering spasmodically and coated his cock with cunt-honey.

He stroked harder, stabbing her insides with his rod. It felt like a piece of steel inside her, rock-hard steel that thrilled her very depths.

She gazed up at the boy, excited at the sight of his muscular body straining to give her as much pleasure as he could. His thick curly hair spilled over his forehead and his teenage skin, almost hairless, made her heart ache.

She met his eyes and tried to see in their depths what he was thinking. She couldn't tell. "Do you feel guilty?" she said.

"No."

"I'm glad!"

"Do you?"

"No!"

"Darling, what can I do for you now?"

"Jesus, Mom, I can fuck you for a while longer."

"But what can I do for you?"

He grinned. "You're doin' it."

"Would you like me to suck your cock for awhile?"

"Sure!"

He withdrew from her and awkwardly stretched out on his back. He folded his arms over his chest and waited while she crouched between his legs.

His cock stood straight up like a slab of molten steel. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed. She kissed the juicy tip of his cockhead and slowly ran her tongue over the flared rim under his knob.

She tasted her own cuntjuice and his sweet tasting man-juice and hungrily sucked his entire cock-knob into her mouth. He closed his eyes and lay perfectly still as she gathered his ball-bag in her hand and caressed his jism-packed nuts.

His stiff cock filled her mouth. She loved the feel of his cockshaft on the tip of her tongue. She remembered how his cock had looked when he'd been born. Even as a small boy he'd had a good-sized dick.

Suddenly she wanted his balls in her mouth. She spit his cock out and sucked his entire ball sack into her mouth. The wanton act thrilled her. There was something life-giving about licking and sucking his balls. And she was his mother! Who was more entitled to do it than she?