Tom Allison - Spread wider, mom

"That's enough, baby!" Emily spread her ass-cheeks even farther. "Now go ahead and fuck Mom's asshole, lover! Hurry, Paul, hurry, Mom needs a cock up the ass right now!"

Paul mounted his horny mom, aiming his cock-head at the rosy ring of her shitter. Emily gasped with intense pleasure as she felt his cockmeat cleaving into her bowels. Her asshole was stretching wide now, much wider than it had once stretched around, her husband's cock. Paul was humping on top of her, plowing inch after inch of his giant, cum-swollen cock into her ass.

"Oh, my baby! Oh, Paul! It's so big, baby, it feels so fucking good!"

Emily thrust her hand under her rounded belly, whimpering with impatience as she rooted through her juice-matted pussy-curls for the gooey opening of her cunt. Then she caught her clit under her fingertip and started rubbing it hard, simultaneously thrusting her burning asshole onto her own son's cock.

"Fuck my asshole, Son!" she cried, humping faster and faster. "Ungghhh! Mom loves it, darling, Mom loves your huge, fucking cock! Harder, Paul, ram it up my shitter! Oh, Paul, oh, shit, you're making me cum!"

Paul shuddered with pleasure as his mom's narrow, rubbery shit-tunnel compressed juicily around his driving cock. He sprawled flat on top of her, panting on her shoulder as he humped. The blood-laden inches of his cockpole stabbed relentlessly into her shit-chute, until the naked mom had every inch of her son's enormous cock rammed up her bowels.

Emily finger-fucked as fast as she could, groaning and panting as she thrust her tender, itchy asshole onto the satisfying stiffness of her son's cock.

"Unh unh unh, feels good, Paul, it feels so fucking good! That's right, baby, stroke my asshole! Just like you fucked my pussy, Paul! In and out, baby… faster, honey… oh, please, fuck my asshole as fast as you can!"

Paul's huge, quivering cock seemed to ram deeper up her shiter with every thrust. His mother's finger was a blur as it rubbed her clit as her asshole spurned and contracted uncontrollably around his big, stiff cock.

"Fuck my asshole, fuck Mom's asshole!" she pleaded. "Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I'm cumming! Mom's cumming again, cuummiiinnnggg!"

Her asshole contracted violently, the shortening squishing around her son's cock as her shit tunnel pleasured itself on his cock-meat. Paul sawed his cock to the hilt up her bowels, finally letting his second load of cum-cream escape from his balls.

His jizz spewed heavily into his mother's shit tunnel, squirting onto the narrow, rubbery walls of her ass-channel. Emily sighed as she felt his milky cum-load geysering into her bowels. Still playing with her pussy, she lovingly flexed her shitting muscles, making her puckered sphincter suck every drop of cum out of her son's cock.

Twenty minutes later her son had dressed, wolfed down breakfast and departed for school. Emily managed to dress and eat too, but she knew she wouldn't get any housework done. Instead she spent the morning in a constant state of shame and frustrated passion, but feeling her pussy moisten as she remembered how good his cock had felt up her cunt.

She knew, on one hand, that she couldn't keep giving her pussy to her son. On the other hand, she now knew that she couldn't abort that end if Paul continued to live with her. She knew she would be unable to keep her hands off of his cock.

Emily finally came up with a solution. She had an old friend, Sharon Jones, who was also divorced and who was also a single parent to a son. They had become close friends partly because Sharon was one of the few women she'd met who could sympathize with the drawbacks of being a great beauty. Though a short-haired brunette, Sharon also possessed an incredible face and body. Her tits were even bigger than Emily's.

Over a year ago, Emily remembered, Sharon had once remarked that it might be a good idea for parents to occasionally swap sonren. It might show the son, particularly a misbehaving one, that life might not be a bed of roses in another household. As a matter of fact, Sharon had even suggested trying the experiment with Paul and Sharon's son Mark.

Emily thought of Paul's cock, wincing as she remembered how incredibly good it had felt pounding into her cunt. Then she decided to look for Sharon's phone number. Just a few days, she thought, so she could get her willpower back. So she could stop giving her pussy to her own flesh arid blood.

"Oh, Mark," Sharon said, calling to her son as he passed the open door of her bedroom. "Would you mind coming in here for a minute, please?"

Mark entered his mother's bedroom, blushing slightly as he held the towel around his waist, his wet hair dripping onto his muscled shoulders. She had timed it perfectly. Ever since her late husband had died six months before, Sharon had found herself growing progressively hornier for her handsome son. Now she'd finally decided to seduce bin. She felt as if she couldn't survive another day without tasting the meaty stiffness of her own son's cock.

"What is it?" Mark asked, sounding nervous. "Darling, Mom's back is all sore again," Sharon purred. She was lying naked on her stomach on the bed, the sheets bunched in a false imitation of modesty around her slim hips. "I guess it's just the penalty of carrying around these enormous tits of mine all day. Would you mind giving me another back rub, honey? It would really help me fall asleep."

"I… maybe I ought to put on my pajamas first," Mark murmured.

Sharon giggled. "Oh, darling, you're such an adorable prude! Mom's not going to see anything if you just sit on my rear end and give me a back rub. Come on, Mark."

Mark hesitantly crossed the room, his handsome face screwed up into a slightly worded expression as he joined his mother on the bed and sat on her upper thighs. Sharon sighed and rested her cheek on her folded forearms. Her enormous, creamy-white tits pressed on the sheets. Mark would be staring at the spongy softness of her tits as he rubbed her back, and that, she was sure, would give him a hard-on. The towel wouldn't provide much concealment.

His fingers trembling slightly, Mark started to massage the strong, feminine muscles paralleling his mother's spine. Sharon sighed and smiled as she felt the wet need throbbing steadily in her cunt. It wouldn't be long, she thought, before they were fucking… fucking wildly, ecstatically, her tits quivering and her ass heaving off the bed as she joyously gave her pussy to her own son.

Any man she knew, would have been eager to take her son's place. Her wide-eyed, soft cheeked face, framed by girlishly short brown hair, had remained youthful and supple, though she was now in her late thirties. Sharon had been blessed with the best legs, the roundest ass and, especially, the biggest, ripest tits in all suburbia. Only her friend Emily had a set of tits to rival her own, and Sharon knew that merely venturing outside in a tight sweater would make every cock in the neighborhood grow painfully stiff.

She could have had any man, but Sharon wanted her son. It had begun when she'd seen how obsessively he stared at her tits, watching them bounce when she did housework without a bra. Sharon had then begun to dress provocatively on purpose, and that was when she'd noticed that Mark would frequently develop giant, throbbing hard-ons while looking at her. Sharon had finally begun finger-fucking to thoughts of her son, first once, then twice, then countless times each day, imagining herself lovingly sucking the juice out of her son's swollen cock.

"Mark," Sharon said finally, wriggling beneath him. "Would you mind… well, this sounds naughty, but would you mind rubbing my ass a little? Please?"

His hands stopped moving on her back.

"It really does hurt all the way down there when I get backaches, darling," Sharon purred reassuringly. "Please?"