Robert Vickers - Hungry wife

knew men when she saw it.

And Carole was going to find out how good a teacher Cheryl was. Buddy had been a virgin before

the day she and Alex had spied on the kids fucking in the bushes. Over a month h~d passed; would

Buddy be as good a cocks man as Michael? Carole doubted it, but she thought she would be able to tell if he had the potential. She hoped he did. It wouldn't do if he followed in his father's footsteps, not in this precious part of living.

"I can't see," Buddy complained. Carole was already naked. She kept silent as she went to her son. He was groping around, but she could tell he was getting excited about the prospect of fucking like this. She could see the bulge in his jeans. She reached down and pulled his prick out.

She almost gasped in delight. The cock was hard and pulsing nicely. It had a lot of growing to do yet and it was still a real pussy pleaser. Stroking up and down on his prick, she guided him to the soft

"Come on," he begged. "Let me see who you are. I… I bet you're Sally! Right? You're the one in my history class. Or maybe you're Anne! God, to think I night be fucking the next homecoming queen!" The boy's cock gave a real jerk then. Carole smiled. Let him fantasize all he wanted. She would be able to get her rocks off just fucking her own son.

She guessed knowing who he was fucking would turn Buddy off entirely. It was for the best, then, that he never know. But she had to keep his

interest. To make sure he didn't pull off the mask, she shoved her tit into his hand. His fingers lightly brushed over the tip of her nipple and sent a tremor of carnal desire racing down into her chest.

"Wow," he said. "The nipple's hard." He began rolling the tiny mushroom-sized button of flesh in tiny circles, making sure he was giving her the best he could.

Carole couldn't take any more of this. Her pussy was seething with desire for her own son. She had to have him now!

The woman pulled the blindfolded youth to the sofa and quickly straddled his waist. His cock poked up into her greasy cunt lips. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let the sensations of that touch wash through her body. She felt her heart pounding passionately. This wasn't just anyone's prick, this was her son's!

She almost backed out then. This was incest. Fucking Michael or Alex was one. thing, but her son? Carole kept her eyes closed and listened to her own inner voice. What was so bad about this anyway? Buddy was going to enjoy it. She was going to enjoy it. And from the sounds of delight coming from the other room both Cheryl and Michael were getting off on the fucking in a big way. She couldn't turn into wet blanket.

Not when a prick pulsed hard and virile against her cunt lips.

She dropped. Her cunt lips spread and took the cock in an obscene kiss. She felt the pole drive all

the way into her tight, hot pussy, spreading the thin walls and making her sure she was doing the right thing. His cock gave her such a charge of sexual energy she knew she had made the right decision.

"Ummnn, boy, that's super!" cried Buddy. "Your pussy's tighter than Cheryl's. Are you Mary? Liz? You're Wendy, I bet. Wow!"

She stroked across the boy's hairless chest and down his belly till she came to his crotch. Her fingers circled his cock and stroked. He moaned softly. Her fingers worked up his shaft until she came to her own slippery pussy lips. She pressed the turgid flaps of aroused flesh hard into the boy's cock. This gave them both a new thrill of desire.

Fucking herself, slowly at first and then with great urgency, she kept them both strung out sexually to the breaking point. She couldn't deny that his prick felt like any other in her twat. But the idea that it was her own son fucking her and not knowing it gave her a blast that made her breath come in short gasps.

She lifted, his prick slipping easily from her pussy. When only the thick head of his cock remained inside her cunt lips, she paused, got her nerve up again and then let gravity do all the work. She dropped, his cock driving into her softly yielding cunt like a spike going in. They both gasped with delight and renewed desire.

Shaking, quivering, she began fucking herself faster and faster. The friction of his cock against

her pussy walls mounted. – She began using her muscles to give the deeply buried prick a massage. He sighed and the smile on his face told his mother that she was giving him the best fuck of his young life. That p1eased her and inflamed her desires.

She Lucked even faster. Her lips were blurred with the speed of her motion up and down the slippery shaft of his cock. His Luck stick shook as if it were possessed by palsy but she didn't slow down. She needed his cock as much as he needed the clutching heat of her pussy surrounding his prick.

"I… I can't hang on much longer. This is all too goooooood!"

She felt his cock explode inside her with youthful fury. His precious jism spewed into her hungrily awaiting orifice. Her twat sucked up each. and every drop and then kept clutching hard at his cock until his balls were entirely milked of the creamy white goo.

"Wow, that was super," Buddy said. "Can I take the blindfold off now? It sure added an element of mystery to the Lacking!"

– She stopped him from removing the blindfold. It wouldn't do to have him know he'd just Lucked his mother. There was no telling what lie might do. But she was still horny.

She grabbed him by the cars and guided his head down between her thighs and quietly, said, "Eat!"

And she came over and over and over, knowing this wasn't just any tongue fucking her. This was

her son's. The youth was even good at eating pussy. His girlfriend had taught him well.

"Let's fuck," Larry said.

"Not tonight," Carole told him. "I have a headache."

"You always have a headache," he said, his fingers working up under the sheets and grabbing her left tit. She almost pulled away from his embrace but she had nowhere to go. She allowed his hand to remain on her tit, squeezing it and manhandling it in a fashion she had come to hate.

There was nothing erotic about the way he did

it. He might as well have been squeezing a melon in the grocery store. But Larry thought it turned her

on. And over the years, she hadn't told him it didn't.

"I know. Maybe I should see a doctor."

"We don't have the money for that. But I know just the cure. Here, feel this." He pulled her hand under the covers and guided her to his erection. His cock pulsed strong and powerful. She sighed again. There wasn't any way she could get out of fucking him.

Or getting fucked. That could be taken two ways and she knew which way it would be with her tonight. She'd get flicked, all fight.

He began wetly kissing her naked fits and she sighed again. To have Michael do that was sheer

heaven. She closed her eyes and pretended it was Michael. The crudeness seemed to fade away and the subtle strokes of Michael's tongue came to stimulate her boobs. Lightly across the turgid nipples, down the slopes and touching all the right places to make her feel superb.

He rolled on top of her, his weight crushing her into the bed. She hated that. It wasn't the way Alex would do it. He was more subtle. And he loved to fuck her ass. He wouldn't double her ~up and then fuck only her cunt. She didn't feel, the cock driving hard into her pussy. She imagined it was Alex seeking and finding her asshole.

She shuddered as the fucking began. The rhythm was all wrong. It wasn't the way she had found she liked it. The jarring movements speeded up and she knew this wasn't Michael or Alex. This was someone inexperienced in the ways of pleasuring a woman.

Buddy.

This was her son flicking her. She felt the tremors of desire for her own son mount inside her. The feeling was like a sexual string pulled taut and ready to come loose. She gasped and twisted her hips underneath that hard fucking cock.