Tom Allison - Spread wider, mom

Paul hesitated, but the ache in his jism-laden balls was so intense that he couldn't keep from speaking.

"Yes," he moaned. "Please, oh, please… Paul, who taught you about fucking? Who taught you how to lick a cunt?"

The knob of his prick was pulsing so hard that she had to grip it even tighter with her fingers. Sharon kept pinching and jacking cruelly, beating his cock-meat as fast as she could.

"Did your mom teach you about fucking, Paul?"

"No! No…"

"Yes, she did, didn't she?" Sharon prodded, suddenly sure of herself. "Your mother let you fuck her cunt, and then she let you lick her pussy, didn't she? And then she felt guilty, and sent you away. Didn't she? Isn't that right, Paul? You love to fuck your mother, don't you? You love to fuck your mother's cunt!"

"Ungghh! Oh, please…"

"I won't let you cum until you tell me. Paul, isn't it true that you fucked your mother? Isn't it? And you wish you could fuck her again, don't you? You'd do anything to fuck your mother's tight, juicy…"

"Yes!" Paul gasped suddenly. "Yes, yes, I did it!"

Smiling triumphantly, Sharon removed her pinching fingers from his cock-head. Then she swiftly moved her left hand between his asscheeks, straightening her forefinger and thrusting it suddenly into the anguished youth's asshole. Paul moaned as she started jacking her finger rapidly in and out of his shitter, simultaneously jacking his fuck-pole as hard as she could.

"All right, Paul, you can cum now! Go ahead, baby, shoot your cum… shoot your cum…"

Paul jerked his hips, thrusting his enormous, bloated cock through her stroking fingers, yelping as her finger dug into his asshole. Then the hot torrent of cum finally gushed up from his balls.

The spray cascaded over her shoulder, shooting more than a yard away from the bed, squirting and streaming uncontrollably from his bloated cock-meat. Sharon jacked his giant prick harder than ever, so excited to watch the geyser of cock-juice that she didn't even think of ramming his spurting hard-on back into her mouth. Instead she just kept on pumping his cock and finger-fucking his asshole, making the cream spew out of his cock.

When the juice finally stopped gushing, the floor, her hair, her tits and her face were dripping with thick, sticky drops of cum. Sharon smiled happily, imagining Paul with Emily, imagining the giant cock she now held ramming feverishly in and out of his own mother's cunt. Then Sharon dropped her head again, stuffing Paul's aching prick back into her mouth and sucking as hard as she could.

There was little doubt, she told herself, as the blow-job continued, that Emily would soon be treating Mark to the same pleasure. If she hadn't already.

"Unngghh!" Emily grunted. "Unngghh! Nnnggg! Oh, fuck, feels so good! Ohhhh, fuuuuck!"

It was midnight, but she was no closer to failing asleep than she'd been an hour before, even tough she'd now finger-fucked three times in a row. All she could think about was her son. This was only Paul's first night away from her, and Emily was beginning to think that her wanton desire for her own flesh and blood had passed the point no return.

Mark's presence in her house barely qualified as a distraction. If anything, having Mark with her just made Emily hornier. During dinner and an evening of television watching, she'd found herself staring repeatedly at Sharon's son's bulging crotch, constantly fantasizing about Paul's enormous cock.

Did Mark have a big cock too? she wondered. Sprawled naked on her bed, her legs spread wide and quivering, Emily grimaced as she pumped her fingers wildly into her gooey, hairy cunt. The remembered image of Paul's gigantic fuck tool danced before her mind's eye. She remembered how good her son's cock had tasted, how huge it had felt, ramming in and out of her cunt.

"Ungghh! Ungghhh! Oh, gonna cum!" Her cheeks red, her lips pulled back to bare her teeth, Emily started finger-fucking as fast as she could. She panted, pretending that her son was again ramming his gigantic fuck-shaft into her pussy.

Emily's pussy spasmed violently, her hairy cunt-slit contracting sharply around her fingers, spewing fuck-cream onto her hand. The big titted blonde wearily withdrew her hand from her cunt.

The whole room, she thought shamefully, smelled like her cunt. Would she ever get over this wanton desire to fuck her own son? The idea of swapping sons with Sharon for a week seemed like a useless idea. She was hornier, for Paul now than ever before.

Emily lowered her eyes, gazing at the wall. Then something made her stiffen. The door, she saw, was partly ajar. Only an inch or so, so little that she hadn't noticed it while finger-fucking. But it was open now, even though she was sure she'd closed it before.

She slid off the bed and moved toward it. Then she gasped as she suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps retreating down the hall, followed a moment later by titer muffled sound of the bathroom door opening.

Emily stood without moving for several seconds thinking, her face growing redder and redder. Then something seemed to explode inside her. Completely unconscious of her nakedness, the furious mother threw open the door and stamped down the hall.

Why, the little bastard, she thought. The brazen little shit had cracked open the door so he could peep at her while she played with her pussy! And now he was trying to hide in the bathroom!

Emily was so angry and frustrated with desire that she had no awareness of what she was doing. No light showed under the bathroom door, but she threw it open and reached for the light switch. And there, as she'd suspected, stood Mark. He was naked except for his pajama bottoms, his muscular chest gleaming in the light, his cheeks glowing brightly with embarrassment as he stared at the enraged, naked mother in the doorway.

"Oh, there you are!" Emily said sarcastically. "Isn't it a little unusual to be standing around in the bathroom in the dark, Mark? Particularly in the middle of the night. Or maybe you just like it to be nice and dark when you come in for a late night crap. Is that a little eccentricity of yours? I'm surprised your mother didn't mention it to me."

"I… I was going to turn the light on…"

"Oh, sure you were, Mark," Emily said. "Tell me, were you going to turn the light on in the hall when you were peeping at me a second ago? Were you? And don't try to tell me you weren't, because I caught you, and you damn well know it!"

Mark licked his lips, looking wildly around the bathroom, obviously trying to think of a way to defend himself.

"Well, what were you doing jacking off, the [missing text]?" he blurted defensively. "Okay, I mean so what if I did watch you! What were you doing with your fingers up your pussy in the first place?"

"Well, I don't think that's any of your business, young man! I don't…"

And then, suddenly, something made Emily stop. All at once she realized that her gorgeous, big-titted body was completely naked before Sharon's son, that he could undoubtedly see how wet and swollen her hairy pussy was from her finger-fucking session. Emily blushed, lowering her eyes. Then she gasped as she stared at Mark's crotch.

The teen had a simply enormous hard-on! The baggy pajama bottoms couldn't possibly the size of his cock and his long, fat prick was obviously as hard as a stone. She could see the outline of a fat, oozing cock-head through the material. Watching her finger-fuck had obviously given him an incredible hard-on.

"Mark, tell me something," Emily said, her voice suddenly much softer and friendlier.

"What's that big thing sticking out of your pajamas?"

Mark gaped down at his crotch and then blushed fiercely, as if his stiff cock had betrayed him. The naked mother's enormous tits jiggled as she moved toward him, staring at his hard cock. She felt her pussy growing wetter and hotter than it had been all night. Yes, she thought dazedly, this would do it… this would take her mind off her son…