Paul Gable - Mom comes again!

Betty thought she would die right there on the bed. Who was standing there in the doorway staring at her? At first, the woman thought it was Brian. Then, in a flash, Betty realized it was Justin standing there, watching her, studying her naked body.

"How long have you been there?" Betty asked, her voice a raspy whisper.

"Long enough to see you need something like my cock to take care of you, Mrs. Harrington? Or should I call you Betty?"

"Get out!" Betty hissed out the command. How dare he say something like that to her?

She was about to slide from bed and gather up her role, when she heard the door click and lock. Betty shivered, drawing back on the bed and scratching for the sheet to cover herself.

"You want to get fucked? I wanna fuck you," Justin said, opening his red flannel short. "I think I wanted to stick my cock into you the first time Brian introduced me to you."

"This is crazy!" Betty whispered, looking around her for something to throw at him.

"Not as crazy as denying what you really want, right, Betty?"

"Look, I'm not some coed you can – ohhhh, what are you doing?"

He was sliding onto the bed now, holding her knees while moving his body in front of her. Betty squirmed away, trying to pull her legs free. But his grip was too hard. She felt his strong, warm fingers pressing into her flesh, making her skin crawl with delight and excitement.

She couldn't admit what was happening to her. It was awful, being seduced by her son's best friend. It was one of the oldest jokes in the world, and she was becoming the punch line.

"Justin, now listen to me! This has gone far enough!"

But he wasn't listening. He was licking up her inner thighs, his fingers pressing against her hot flesh. She tried worming her way up higher on the bed. But any kind of movement was impossible.

Justin held her firmly to the bed, laughing at her, kissing her body in places even her husband never touched. And then she could feel the slick surfaces of her cunt rubbing together. In another moment, Betty felt Justin's tongue wetting her all over. He was gasping and moving his strong body against the sagging mattress while he drew his tongue up under her cunt mound and set off a sexual fire that nearly knocked her unconscious.

"Uhhhhh!"

Betty opened her mouth, gasping in air while she shut her eyes tight and concentrated on the hot, wet licking bathing her cunt again and again. Betty tensed her thighs, rocking them up and down, bouncing her naked ass against the bed while clawing at the air. He was touching her in all the right places.

"God, God, God!" Betty moaned.

It was unreal. Betty tried fighting through the red fog that had settled over her brain. But she fell back once again, gasping and rutting under Justin's oral attack. She was opening her cunt to him, forgetting all about her son.

Justin was going wild, his tongue gently licking over the tender inner flesh of her thighs. Each lap brought more floods of juice from her cunt. It was a wonderful licking friction, made more delicious by the feeling of his mustache tickling her clit.

"Ohhhhh, you're so-so good, Justin! Oh, it, do it to me!"

Betty rolled her hips from side to side, feeling the boy's long tongue sucking around her inner cuntlips. He was rubbing the tip against her.

Betty's breath caught, her legs shivering at his touch while her fingers clawed through Justin's thick blond hair.

"No, don't do that – no, don't make me cum, no don't make me cum yet!"

"Oh man, oh man, you're one hot woman, Betty!" Justin whispered, drawing back and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.

Betty looked at him through lust-heavy eyes. She wanted him fucking her, driving his prick into her and taking away all the naughty, naughty feelings she had been having about her son.

"Fuck me! Fuck!"

Justin pulled back, pushing one finger into her cunt and licking all around the tense, eager edges of her pussy. It was almost more than she could stand. Betty tensed her body, the tendons bulging against her spit-slicked thighs while the veins stood out taut against her bulging neck muscles.

Betty rolled her eyes back into her head and teat the mattress with her fists. Fucking! Fucking! God, it had been so long! Would she know what to do? The hot, throbbing feelings between her thighs told her that there was no problem. And oh, how good it was feeling his hot, panting breath tickling through her cunt hair as he licked her cunt over and over again.

"Justin!" Betty whispered his name as if it were a chant. Her hands dared to reach down her belly to find the boy's face and tongue. She felt with her fingers at the steamy mess between her thighs and felt Justin's tongue loving her. It had to be the finest feeling in the world, she thought.

"Want that fuck bad now, eh? Wanna feel my cock in you, Betty?"

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

It was an expression she hadn't used since her husband had fucked her. But now she felt young again, free again, wanting a man's cock in her. She almost laughed at her own lust as it surged through her, taking her breath away with its terrible power.

"Ohhhhh, Justinnnnnnnn!"

He had his big hands on her ass now, rolling her back, his fingers straying dangerously close to her shitter. She could hear him breathing heavily while he licked her ass with his tongue.

Justin enjoyed licking women, covering them with his spit while he watched them soar out of control. And Betty could easily see why women enjoyed having Justin do it to them. She was feeling so wet, so hot down there between her legs. The insides of her thighs, her ass, and her cunt burned to have more sensation, more of the wonderful young man's tongue. Betty drew one hand over her eyes, panting heavily, feeling her cunt tighten like a coil, ready for climax.

"Ohhhh, nooooo!" she moaned.

It had been so long, so very, very long since she had felt something so good. Her arms trembled, her fingers curling around Justin's head while his tongue drove up and down her cuntslit. Her clit burned from the steady licking friction, while the places between her toes tickled oddly.

Betty fanned her fingers out along Justin's neck, raising her feet from the bed. Slowly, breathing harder than ever, Betty inched her knees back until they were against her tits. Then she spread them even farther. Every tiny hollow of her cunt was peeled back. Every inch of her pussy was surrendered to the hungry boy.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, God do it to me, Justin! Oh! No! No! Oh please, fuck me!" Betty gasped.

Nothing mattered anymore. She could have tiled and it wouldn't have mattered. It was the loveliest thing that had happened to ha. It was driving her mad.

Betty cried out, working her ass around in frantic little circles. Betty couldn't stand it any longer. She begged Justin for his cock.

"Alright, baby then you'll get it."

Pulling back, the handsome stud shrugged off his shirt, then pulled his jeans down until his ten-inch cock sprang free, pointing right at Betty like a giant pole. The woman barely had a chance to appreciate its length and thickness before he was on top of her again, rubbing his prick up and down her thighs and holding her legs high off the bed.

"Ohhhhhh!"

His cock felt hot and thick. She felt it working against her jagged wet cunt slit, drawing up all the lascivious feelings she had, until Betty thought she would faint from the excitement. And then she felt his hot cockhead pushing up into her cunt crack, stretching her widely apart.

She screamed, beating her fists against his back. It was just like in her dream, but this time, the feeling was real. Betty tossed her head, feeling her head splashing in soft tangles while tantalizing flames licked up her thighs. He was fucking her! This stranger was fucking her, fucking in his thick, stiff cock and moving around inside her.