Tom Allison - Spread wider, mom

Mark opened his mouth to protest, but Sharon silenced him by wrapping her fingers around his cock. Then she started jacking his enormous fuck-pole as fast as she could, staring at the Vaseline-smeared, cum-oozing crown of his cock-meat.

"Mark, I think I'm going to give you a note to take to school today," she purred. "It's going to let you miss your last period class every day for a week. That way you can come home every afternoon before Paul does, and give me a nice, hard fucking for the week Paul stays with me. Would that all right, lover?"

"But I want to keep fucking you, Mom!"

"And you will, baby. Every afternoon, all week. But you might just wind up fucking Emily as well. As I said, lover, something's just telling me to say yes!"

Mark seemed confused, but then he forgot everything except his throbbing cock. His mother's pumping fist had made it as stiff as if he'd never cum at all. Sharon licked her lips, staring down at his fuck-meat.

"Mom loves your cock, Son," Sharon whispered. She curled up on her side next to his hips, sliding her hand to the root of his cock. Then she opened her mouth and plunged his stained, dripping cock down her throat, wrapping her lips wetly around it, sucking her son's big cock as hard as she possibly could.

My, my, my, Sharon thought, as she stood outside the closed bedroom door late the next evening, listening to the rhythmic thumping sounds emanating from the other side. So that was why Emily had wanted Paul to move into another house for a week!

At two that afternoon, Mark had skipped his last class and returned home for a long, heated session of sucking and fucking with his mother. Then he'd packed his bags and taken his motorcycle to Emily's house, where he would be staying for the next week.

At three-thirty, Paul had arrived. She'd spent most of the afternoon chatting with him. At seven, she'd fixed dinner, and then Paul had gone upstairs to the guest bedroom.

All afternoon, Sharon had wondered what could have prompted Emily to arrange to have Paul stay at Sharon's house. Paul had seemed perfectly normal, if a bit sullen, which lead Sharon to believe that the experiment hadn't been his idea.

Then, at seven-thirty, Sharon had paused outside Paul's room upon detecting a familiar sound. The sound had made her giggle and return downstairs to give the youth some privacy. Then she'd heard it again at eight, and then at nine, and now, as she stood listening outside Paul's door at ten-thirty, she was pretty sure she'd discovered what Paul's problem was.

Sharon placed her fingers over her lips to suppress a giggle. Paul apparently had a genuine obsession with jacking off! Four times now in a single night, and it didn't seem to make a difference to him that he was noisily beating his meat in a stranger's home. Couldn't he hear all the noise he was making? Apparently the youth's cock grew so stiff and swollen that he couldn't keep himself from jacking it.

Well, Sharon thought, the least she could do for her visitor was to give him a little relief.

Sharon fingered the master key and then carefully fit it into the lock, trying to make as little noise as possible. The thumping was louder than ever. Sharon stood straight, looking down at herself, seeing how her transparent black negligee clung to her enormous, stiff-nippled tits, the lacy hem hovering around the succulent cheeks of her round, full ass. It was the most provocative negligee in her wardrobe, the one she'd worn when she'd wanted her late husband to do nothing more than throw her on the bed and spend the whole night fucking the shit out of her juicy cunt. She was confident that the nightgown would elicit a similar level of arousal in her masturbation-crazed house guest.

Sharon turned the key and threw open the door. Paul was sprawled on his back on the bed, naked. His right hand was flying up and down his enormous cock, a cock far, far bigger than any Sharon had dreamed could spring from the loins of such a slightly-built youth. Paul still hadn't seen her and for several seconds Sharon watched him jack his giant prick in wide-eyed amazement.

His prick was every bit as enormous as her sons was. Sharon felt her nipples swelling even stiffer, poking through the negligee, and fuck-cream flowing heavily into her clit. Her mouth watered as she pictured herself on her knees before the naked youth, shamelessly slurping the hot cum-juice out of his giant, jutting prick. Then Sharon recovered herself, curling her lips in a calm, seductive smile. She slammed the bedroom door loudly behind her.

"Surprise, surprise," Sharon purred.

Paul yelped in dismay, his hand freezing on his cock as he gaped at the negligee-clad mother. Sharon made her hips wiggle as she walked to his bed, smiling as she felt the weight of her enormous, bra-less tits jiggling and swaying under the negligee. She sat beside the naked teen on the bed and looked at his shocked face bemusedly.

"Take your hand off of your cock, Paul," she purred. "I think it's time we had a little chat."

Paul did as the mother asked, sliding his fingers from his stone-hard fuck-tool. Again Sharon suppressed a gasp as she looked at his cock. His cock-shaft was as thick round as her wrist, and the crimson, shiny-skinned cock-knob gleamed with a sticky coating of oozing cum. Sharon wiggled her bare ass-cheeks hornily on the bed, watching his massive fuck tool twitch and throb.

"I… I thought I locked the door," Paul sputtered.

"You did." Sharon held up the key, then dropped it to the floor. "I opened it, Paul. Ordinarily I'd respect your privacy, but I'm afraid this is the fourth time I've heard you jacking off tonight. Now tell me, does this have something to do with why your mother asked you to stay with me for a week?"

Paul's only answer was his rapidly reddening face. Sharon wiggled her shoulders, making her enormous tits quiver under the negligee. Paul's eyes immediately darted to her tits, and his huge cock throbbed more stiffly than ever over his navel.

"I think it does, Paul," Sharon continued. "Honestly, I've never heard of a young man who played with himself so much. It must be terribly embarrassing to your mother. I can't imagine how she must feel, listening to her own son spending hours stroking his stiff cock at night. Can't you even try to make a little less noise?"

"I… I don't…"

"Paul, why can't you keep your hands off of your cock when it gets stiff?"

Paul gasped as he watched her hand come down, her red-painted fingernails gliding up his thighs, her hand finally wrapping in a tight fist around the base of his cock-meat. The youth groaned as the huge-titted mother lightly started stroking his enormous prick, gliding her fingers slowly and rhythmically up and down his cock.

"Does this feel good, Paul? I don't want you to suffer while you discuss your sexual problem with me. Your cock must hurt an awful lot when it gets this hard. Tell me, what sorts of things do you think about, that make you have to jack off four times a day?"

Paul just groaned as the stacked, sexy mother slowly stroked his throbbing prick. Sharon made her hand glide over his helmet-shaped cock-crown, coating her palm with his oozing cum-cream. Now her fist made a soft, squishing sound as she continued to jack on his cock-meat.

"Why, Paul, I think you're staring at my big tits," Sharon said. "Maybe I shouldn't have worn this negligee to visit you. You might start shooting cum all over the place, just from looking at my tits. Tell me, Paul, is that why you've spent the whole night jacking off? Has my sexy body been turning you on?"

"Y-y-yes," Paul stammered. "Yes, oh, fuck!"

"I should have known it all along. Why, I'll bet you even want to fuck my cunt, don't you, Paul? Is that why your cock has gotten so long and stiff? It is, isn't it? I'll bet you'd do it all night, if I let you. I'll bet you'd spend the whole night fucking my tight, juicy little pussy and sucking my tits, and shooting load after load of cum up my cunt."