Donna Allen - I saw mom sucking

"You're big."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"No guessing-that's big! You're certainly not a little boy anymore."

"How big is it?"

"Seven and a half inches."

She was amused. "Exactly?"

"Don't tease."

She asked him what had happened on the

terrace. Did he come while he was watching her masturbate? He said he didn't jack off until he was back in his room.

Then she touched him, very carefully. His cock was lying against his belly, his prick-knob reaching almost to his belly button. She ran her fingers along the length of his cockshaft, first up to his cockhead and then down to the root. Her fingertips fluttered over his ball-bag. Then she curled her fingers around his cockshaft and slowly milked his cock skin up and down over the firm muscle underneath.

"This way?"

He made a sound in his throat. "Yeah, that's good."

Good for her too. Feeling his cock in her hand was terribly exciting.. She knew he wouldn't last long. She loved the feel of his hot prick in her hand. She didn't care what anyone thought about it. She loved it.

Soon he was groaning, warning her. He was about to come. For the second time that evening, she yielded to a sudden impulse. She quickly bent down and took his cockhead in her mouth. She continued pumping his cock with her fingers.

He cried out and started gushing cum. The hot jism spurted out of his cock in a geyser.

Thick and hot. Oh, yes! She wouldn't miss this for anything. She loved it. She continued sucking him, pulling the jism out of his balls, her fingers squeezing and milking until she had all of his cum-load.

During the next few days, they hardly had any contact. Mother and son more or less avoided each other. Neither of them said anything about what had happened. Barbara could feel the tension between them, and she realized it was no good. They had to talk. They had to continue their relationship. She had no idea where things were going, but she knew they couldn't be strangers to each other forever. She had jerked him off and taken his cum-load in her mouth. Her own son! Well, it wasn't the greatest crime imaginable. She didn't care what anyone thought about her. She had done it because she thought Clay needed it. And her. It was something she had needed, also.

Would she do it again? She knew damn well she would.

On the following Saturday evening, she asked Clay to go to a movie with her. She already knew he was without a date that night. He

agreed. They talked about what movie to see and finally decided on something at one of the big theaters. She put on heels and a dress. She waited it to be a nice evening. It was almost like a date with a lover.

Clay obviously liked the way she looked. She drove the car to the movie, and she took his arm as they walked in. They enjoyed the film. She took him out to dinner afterward. She drank wine, enough wine to get high. It wasn't long before she was once again thinking about what had happened between them. It was really a miracle of some kind.

She remembered the pleasure she'd had. Touching him. Feeling his big cock in her hand. Jerking him off. Tasting his jism when he came. Swallowing his cum. Sitting across the table from him in the restaurant, she turned herself on thinking about his cock.

She started talking to him about it. He seemed uncomfortable at first, but then he settled down. They talked as if they had this great secret between them. She asked him if he'd like it again. She said she wouldn't mind. She said maybe it was the way to handle the tension between them.

He was aware of the tension, wasn't he? He admitted he was. As they drove home, she

talked to him some more about it. She squeezed his thigh. When they were home again, she had more wine. She preened in front of the mirror in the living room. She asked Clay if he thought she was still attractive.

"You're still beautiful, Mom." "But fading fast, huh?"

"You're not fading."

She got him to talk about her looks. She smiled when she learned he went crazy over her legs whenever she wore high heels. "High heels, huh?"

"Yeah, they turn me on when you wear them."

"What about other women?"

"Sometimes. But with you, it's all the time." She was amused. She looked meaningfully at his crotch. He wore freshly pressed chinos and the crotch was tight enough to show a cockbulge. She was certain he had a hard-on. He'd probably had one all evening. She asked him if he still wanted her to do what they had talked about in the restaurant.

"Interested, honey?"

"You know I am, Mom."

Yes, she did know. She walked into the living room with him and told him to get undressed. She pretended to be matter-of-fact about it, but

she sneaked looks at him while he stripped his clothes off.

Finally, he was naked. He seemed so proud of his hard cock. She loved the way he looked without clothes. He had a lovely hard body.

She kissed his cheek and told him they couldn't do more than they did last time. "That much and no more. I don't want you getting any ideas about anything else."

"I promise.

"But if you want me to, I'll take my clothes off. Would you like that?"

"God, yes!"

She smiled at his eagerness. She told herself there was nothing wrong with showing him her body. She could see his. And he'd already seen her naked dozens of times in her bedroom. But she wouldn't fuck him, It was one thing to jerk him off and swallow his jism, but she wouldn't fuck him. She wouldn't go that far with him.

She left him in the living room, and she went to her bedroom. She peeled out of her dress, unsnapped her bra and tossed it away. At first, she thought of returning to him naked, but then she decided to leave her pantyhose and heels on. If he liked her legs that much, he'd have himself a thrill.

She went back to the living room like that,

in nothing but beige pantyhose and a pair of tan pumps with spike heels. His eyes widened when he saw her.

She giggled at the expression on his face. "You look like I'm a Martian or something."

"You're so beautiful!"

"I wouldn't do it if you hadn't already seen me naked," she teased. "You're a little sneak."

"I promise not to do it anymore."

"I guess you won't have to."

She deliberately walked over to the bar and back again to excite him. Her tits wobbled like a pair of cantaloupes. She liked turning him on. She hadn't realized how much she liked it.

She sat down. She called to him and made him stand in front of her. His cock was out like a flagpole, pointing almost straight up. She touched the underside of his cockshaft.

"Do you like my boobs?"

"They're beautiful."

She pinched his cock. "This is beautiful, too." Then she hefted his big balls. "And so are these."

"Mom, I love you."

She told him he was beautifully hung. She said she liked big balls and a nicely shaped cock. She said his prick was lovely. She used two hands to fondle him. She was teasing him.

Tickling around his cock and balls without getting down to the business of jerking him off.. He seemed to like it. They both giggled when a short spurt of clear pre-cum came out of his piss hole. She was happy that they were both more reined about it now. She felt good about what they were doing. She felt so close to him.

Then she started jacking him off. She fondled his balls with one hand and pumped his cock with the other hand. Then she released his balls and moved her hand around to squeeze his ass.

She could tell his excitement was intense. He kept his eyes on her hand as she slowly jerked him off. She knew he wanted more. He wanted her mouth on his cock. They both wanted that. Well, he'd have to wait for it. In the meantime she had his throbbing cockmeat in her hand. She cooed at him. She stuck the middle finger of her free hand in her mouth to get it wet and slid the finger around to his asscrack. She pushed her finger inside his asshole. He grunted with surprise. But he didn't complain. She pushed the finger all the way in and started fucking his asshole as she jerked him off.