E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

As her eyes watched him, he reached out and grasped the fat column of his cock. Slowly he ran a tight fist up and down its rigid length. Her nostrils flared and her mountainous tits quivered atop her chest. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted to feel him in her as much as he wanted to be there. She wanted to taste the unbending virility of her own son's prick.

Taste her son's prick!

Which is exactly what you'll do, dear mother, he smiled to himself, as he realized exactly what he intended to do.

Her eyes widened as he climbed onto the bed beside her. He stretched out beside her. She moaned as the warmth of his bare skin brushed against her. For a moment or two he just lay there, his eyes searching her face.

He twisted a bit. Hard and hot, his cock pressed firmly against her thighs. Stiffly it throbbed there, its bulging head jerking against her flesh. She shivered. Delicious thrills raced through her body, once more stirring the lust his sudden intrusion had quelled.

Then, without speaking, he kissed her. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and accepted the gift of his tongue. Her hands released Kari's head and caressed the nakedness of his body. Her palms roved the rippling muscles of his back. Her fingers dug into the tense balls of his buttocks. And then her hands drifted to that demanding hardness of his cock.

He groaned low and deep, his lips easing from her mouth. Gently, ever so gently, her fingertips slowly traced up and down the throbbing lance of his manhood. He felt so good, so hard, so alive with need-a need for her!

Tauntingly her fingertips ran down along the ridged underside of his cock. Lightly her cool fingers cupped the dangling sac of his testicles. Swollen and full the kidney-shaped rocks careened around within their rumpled bag as she tenderly touched them. She held him there for a moment or two, as if feeling the weight of his youthful balls.

Then once again her fingers eased back to that adamant rod of lust. He groaned again. Her hand closed around him, squeezing with demanding tightness. Up and down that manly root her fist jacked, delighting in the pleasure she brought to her son.

Abruptly one of his own hands closed around her wrist, stopping the pumping action of her palm.

"Your mouth," he whispered. "I want you to take me in your mouth."

Before she could reply, he eased her fingers from his shaft and scooted up so that the ponderous stalk of his manhood bobbed but an inch from her nose. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep breath. The musky odor of a man fined her with arousal.

Yes, she said to herself. My mouth!

Rolling to her side a bit, she once more captured the pulsating length of his cock in her hand. It throbbed and jerked with a lusty need that directed her. Her eyes rolled up to find him gazing down, a pleased smile on his lips.

Knowing that he watched her every move, she turned back to the club of man meat pulsing in her palm. She bent forward. Her lips pursed and she kissed the engorged crown of her son's cock.

He moaned, unable to restrain the pleasure that coursed through his body. Her lips were soft and soothing and warm. Their soft caress was like silk on the aching surface of his glans. His balls churned and burned with the desire to impale the lovely face that offered itself to him.

She inched back a bit. Her lips glistened with the wetness of his preseminal fluids. As he watched, the pink tip of her tongue flicked from her mouth and ran over the contours of her lips. When that moist oral digit returned to his mother's mouth, it carried a healthy taste of his juices.

He watched her as she savored his flavor. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Apparently finding him to her liking, she came back for more.

This time her tongue unfurled from her mouth like a long pink snake. The tip, the very tip, touched the throbbing crown of his prick. It teased there, taunting at the pin-prick mouth of his glans, as if she were intent on drilling into him.

Again her tongue drew back into her mouth tasting the crystal-clear drops of his oozing juices. When his mother's tongue returned to his cock it was in a long wide swipe. His body trembled as the softness of her oral digit washed over his cock's head. Fire seared in his groin-fire of lust.

Lovingly she taunted her son… Her tongue circled the plum-like head of his prick. She bathed him in the moisture of her mouth. Again and again she licked at his glans as if they were some sugary lollipop.

Then her tongue moved downward. Flattening against his thick length, she licked down in broad strokes. A trail of shining saliva was left on him. Upwards she reversed her course, lapping toward the engorged tip of his cock. With one quick flick at his glans she licked down again.

This time her tongue didn't stop at the base of his shaft. Instead she probed at his dangling balls. Politely she licked them, then opened her mouth and captured his testicles. She sucked gently, fanning the flames of passion swirling within her son's loins.

When at last she released the rumpled bag hanging from his scrotum, she nibbled up his fatness until her teeth bit lightly at the fleshy knob of his glans. He moaned, fully aroused as those strange sensations of pleasure and pain washed through his shaft.

Her face tilted away from his cock once again, and her head lifted to him. His mother's dark eyes gleamed with the fire of lust. She enjoyed his prick. She enjoyed taking him into her mouth.

"Suck it," he urged, his prick jerking with impatient desire. "Suck me off!"

A pleased smile danced on her fun red lips as she moved her gaze back to his cock. As he watched those lips opened, forming a lewd circle. Her head eased forward. Closer and closer she inched, her nostrils wide with arousal.

His heart skipped a beat as her Ups pouted over the thick shaft of his swollen cock. Inward he vanished into the edacious portal of her lips. He slithered over the velvet carpet of her tongue. His pulsating cock's tip nudged into the soft wetness of the back of her throat.

Lust pounded through his length as he gazed down at his cock securely entrenched in his mother's mouth. He jerked and twitched with flaming arousal. His prick banged around, pulsing against the roof of his mouth.

She moaned, very low and very softly. She held her son within the humid shelter of her face. She was receiving the offering of his cock. She smiled to herself. Less than a week ago, she had never tasted a man. And now she was giving her own son a blow job. With relish she ran her tongue around the firm solidity of his prick, loving the feel and flavor of him.

It would have been more than enough just to have him like this. But her arousal was more than doubled by the feminine tongue that still busied her cunt. She shivered. The dual stimulation of her fiery body was more than a woman could endure.

With abandoned eagerness she suddenly began to jerk her head off and on the straining length of her son's prick. She sucked at him; she licked at him, seeking to pull the thick cream of his groin into her mouth.

Between her legs Kari ate and lapped. Her tongue raced in and out of Marta's very womanly pussy. She realized that it would only be moments until Neal's excitement got the best of him. The first time she had taken Mitch, he had come in record time. She wanted Marta to share her son's release. So she doubled the intensity of her laving strokes.

Kari was right. Neal was unable to control the rising flood of sperm and semen that boiled in his balls. Despite the tightening of his loins, he could not retain the blasting force of his lust.

Upward in hot thick gushes the opalescent cream of his groin fountained. Shuddering and shaking with the fantastic sensations that raced through his body, he came. Unashamed, he emptied his fiery lust into his mother's mouth.