Bob Hawkins: Mommy made them

"Suck! Su-suck! S-Suck!"

Howie grunted and his hot breath filled the girl's cunt. Charlene wiggled forward, oblivious to the sounds she was making-and her knee came down on a rock. It slipped, and before she could catch herself the woman fell forward.

"Howie! Jesus Christ!"

The boy came out of Ginger's cunt, his face wet with her juices, and they stared together in horror as Charlene picked herself up.

"Mom!"

Charlene's tit hung loose while that shoulder strap of her halter had slipped down on her arm. Her bottoms were worked down on her pussy mound until the top of her cunt-slit was visible through the cunt-juice-stained cloth.

"Jesus, Howie! She's been spying on us!"

The boy scrambled to his feet, but Ginger just lay there, scowling as she stared at Charlene.

"Did you get an eyeful, Mrs. Lewis?"

The sarcasm in the teenager's voice was sharp enough to cut like a knife. Howie's cock was hard again. Aware that his mother was staring at it he started to cover himself with his hands while he looked frantically for his trunks. He didn't see them behind him.

Charlene swallowed, her stomach feeling empty and her cunt burning as she drank in the boy's prick with her eyes. Six inches seemed on the low side for an estimate as she licked her lips hungrily-she would have guessed closer to seven. Howie's flush spread down into his neck, but his hard-on refused to soften, as though it had a mind of its own. His eyes moved from his mother's exposed tit to her crotch and then jumped back up again.

"Well?" said Ginger. "Are you gonna tell my parents what you saw?"

Jesus! Charlene couldn't tear her eyes away from Howie's prick even when Ginger repeated her question. The boy's face was lobster-red.

"Well?" the girl demanded. "What are you gonna do?"

"Uh, do?" Charlene licked dry lips and swallowed several times as she croaked the question. "I, uh, don't know. That depends."

"Depends on what?" demanded Ginger, suspiciously.

"On what you, uh, do for me."

A sly grin grew on the teenager's face as Ginger realized Charlene was as embarrassed as

Ginger snickered. "Go to her and you'll find they were. She sat up, then ran a fingertip from the top of her cunt up, across her belly.

"What would you like us to do, Mrs. Lewis?" The little bitch! Her ears burned fiercely as Ginger met her stare. The girl's tongue came out between her impossibly white teeth and stuck out of the corner of her mouth.

"Maybe you'd like to swing on Howie's cock, the way I did?"

"Ginger!"

Howie stared at her in horror and she made a face at him. "Shut up, Howie! Can't you see she's as horny as we are? Look at her! Why do you think her swim suit is pushed down so far? She was jerking off!"

Shit! Charlene sighed, then shrugged. If she had any fucking sense, she'd fix her swim suit and walk out of here right now, without another word. Pretend it never happened.

But right now her cunt ruled her emotions, not her brain. And her cunt needed cock! She wasn't going to let six or seven inches of hard cock get away even if it did hang from her own son!

She forced a wry grin. "You're absolutely right, Ginger. I was masturbating. I am horny. Come here, Howie."

"Huh?" He swallowed. "What… what for?"

Ginger snickered. "Go to her and you'll find out what for, dope!"

The blush seemed to have spread across his whole body. Casting a nervous glance at the girl, Howie dug his nails into his palms and took one pace toward his mother. A second pace followed, and then a third.

"Momma!"

He gasped as Charlene reached out to grab his cock and pulled him forward until he stumbled and fell against her body. Releasing his prick, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed his face against her exposed tit, moaning.

"Oh, baby, baby! Oh, my sweet baby!"

Her spongy nipple slid off the boy's nose and against his tight-closed eye as Charlene held him tight. His cock banged off her thigh and was trapped between their bodies. She could feel the heat of it like a hot iron against her flesh.

"Oh, fuck me, baby! Suck me! Fuck me and suck me!"

Charlene's fingers held the boy against her tit while her other hand raked his back and caught his ass-cheek. He strained to look up from his one open eye, the other trapped up against her yielding tit-flesh. One side of his mouth was peeled back against his teeth.

"Mom! You're hurting me!"

"Jesus, baby! I'm sorry!"

She released the pressure enough to let him turn his face sideways, ran both hands down his ribs to his hips. His mouth was only an inch away from her nipple. Listening to his mother's thundering heart, Howie let his tongue come out far enough to touch and then to lick her nipple, and she gasped with pleasure.

"Oh, suck my titty, baby! Yes!"

The boy's arms came around his mother as she gave him some freedom of movement. Sweat ran off Howie's face and trickled onto Charlene's tit as he turned around to where he could suck her nipple in. At the same moment his hands moved up her back and fumbled-with the catch of her halter until it popped open.

"Oh, baby! suck Mama, baby!"

Howie did as Charlene asked, sucking hard on her nipple and then drawing the areola between his teeth. She gasped again and again with the stabbing sensation, her head lolling and rolling from side to side. His prick was between her legs. It poked at her cunt-slit. All that kept it from slipping inside was her swim suit.

"Howie! No, don't stop!"

Charlene cried out as her son backed away. Before she could grab his arms and pull him back, her pulled at her halter. It came down on her and fell away as he turned his attention to the bottom of her swim suit.

"Yes, baby! Take it off! Make Mama naked?"

Mother and son forgot their audience as-Howie hooked his thumbs in the bikini bottom and began to roll it down her thighs. His nose wrinkled as her cunt-stink bit him full in the face when the cloth came away, but he did not hesitate. The boy dropped to one knee to roll it down her lower legs, and then Charlene lifted each foot in turn to let him pull it off.

Her knees sagged as the air hit her cunt, but before she could react Howie came back up to wrap his arms around her. This time his cock slid over the top of her cunt and was trapped between their bodies as he buried his face between her tits. She closed her eyes as he began to suck them again, taking one for perhaps ten seconds and then switching to the other.

"Oh, baby! Oh, dear God! God!"

"Momma!" His face rolled across her tit-flesh. "Oh, Momma! I love you, Momma!"

The boy's fingers dug into her heavy tit-flesh, kneading them roughly as he continued to suck. Charlene's cunt was on fire with her need for a cock. She moaned continuously as Howie sucked, twining her fingers in his hair and her hold on him to grind his face against each tit in turn.

"Suck me, Howie! Oh, suck! Oh, fuck!"

"Momma?" He managed to break free for a moment and peered up, her nipple pressed into his ear. "Do you want me to fuck, Momma?"

"Yes! No! Oh, God, I want to suck you, baby!"

"Suck my cock, Momma?"

"Yes, baby! Yes!"

Still holding Howie's hair, Charlene kissed the boy, and drove her tongue into his mouth. At first he resisted, surprised-then opened to her and let her tongue stab deep.

"Suck my tongue, baby! suck it hard!"

Charlene came up for air just long enough to gasp her desire, then drove into his mouth. She could feel Howie's pulse throbbing through his cock as he sucked on her tongue. He followed it in retreat, then stiffened in surprise as she sucked his own tongue with a fierce hunger that made him gasp.

"Momma! You hurt me!"

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, baby! I'm sorry.!"

She covered his face with kisses that tracked down into the hollow of his throat and over his shoulders. Smacking noisily, the kisses were half-sucking as she worked her way down his chest, capturing his tiny bright red nipples in turn. He gasped again as she sawed at them with her teeth.