Bob Hawkins: Mommy made them

"Oh, sweet fucking Christ, yes! Suck me, baby!"

Howie gasped as Charlene's cunt sucked noisily when he pushed her up to breathe. He could see Ginger's lower legs straddling him and his mother's tits hanging down almost to his belly. The girl's fingers rested on Charlene's head as the woman attacked her young cunt. They moaned together. The boy knew a stab of jealousy that his mother was able to give the girl love that should have been his alone.

Shit! Bitches, both of them! Howie had heard his father complaining that all women were bitches from the day they were born and right now he couldn't have agreed more. Just because they had cunts they thought they could boss men around!

"Baby, baby, don't stop!"

Charlene turned away from Ginger's pussy long enough to gasp out her words, then turned back as the teenager's fingers tightened painfully in her hair.

"Jesus fuck, don't stop! Suck me!"

Ginger cried out her lust, deaf to Charlene's own cries of passion. She slammed her hands together, catching the top of the woman's ears, and tried to hump her pussy against her face.

"Suck me, damn you!"

Howie listened to them for a moment, his chest heaving and his eyes closed. When be opened them again, he pulled cunt-juice away from them with a finger.

Charlene and her son were soaked with sweat, perspiring heavily under the July sun. Even Ginger's ass was sheened with perspiration.

"Suck me; baby!"

"Jesus, I can't!" Howie worked his jaw, which popped loud enough for his mother to hear. "Give me a chance to rest, Momma."

"Rest, fuck! I gotta fuck!"

Charlene buried her face in Ginger's cunt for another deep tongue swipe, sucking as hard as she could. Then she dropped onto the boy and filled her mouth with his cock. Howie's foot drew back as his mother's attentions brought almost immediate results. His prick stood up straight, became half-hard as she came all the way up.

"Momma!"

"Yeah! Yeah, baby!"

Charlene squeezed Howie's prick in her hand as she lifted her head to look around at him. She masturbated the boy several strokes, making him wince as she forced the foreskin down below the rim of his cock-head. Feeling him stiffen, she dove back onto his cock, but this time she kept her thumb and forefinger circled around the bottom.

Ginger stared down at the woman's bobbing head, filled with sudden rage at losing that talented sucking mouth. Pissed off beyond fury, she backed down a pace to avoid Charlene's plunging shoulders and dug her fingers into her pussy.

"Suck me, Momma! Suck met"

Howie stabbed up as Charlene rode down, filled her mouth with his prick. She still bad hold of the base of his cock, had wrapped her other fingers around his balls, and now she came up to suck on his cock-head while her hand worked in a furious masturbating.

"Oh, don't, Momma! Please!"

For the first time in two fucking weeks Charlene was thoroughly pleased as she sucked her son's throbbing cock. And Howie was steel hard again, his balls churning and boiling, dangerously close to eruption. At this rate he was going to blast into her mouth.

"Momma! I'm gonna cum!"

Trying to hold back his explosion, the boy tightened his toes and dug his nails into his palms. His cock ached terribly from the pounding he was taking-hurt worse than it had ever hurt before-even when Tracy was trying to make him cum three times in a row without stopping.

"Momma! I'm cumming!"

Charlene heard him that time just as she slammed her hand down against the base of his cock. She pulled her mouth off and squeezed his prick with all of her strength as she looked around.

"No! Not yet! Hold it!"

"I… I can't!"

Howie shuddered as a terrible need to piss filled his groin and his cock ached terribly. But his mother had managed to cut off the flow of his fluids. His prick grew redder while his ass muscles tightened.

"Hold it, baby!"

Charlene crooned the words to the boy while her saliva dried-on his cock-head. His piss-hole was spread wide by the pressure of her hand and exuded a drop of clear liquid. The pre-ejaculate fluid welled higher, trickled out to run down his aching cock-head until it touched the taut-stretched bit of skin that attached foreskin to prick.

"Hold it, honey!"

"Jesus, it hurts, Momma!"

Charlene counted silently to thirty and then forced her fingers to relax. More liquid welled in his piss-hole and ran out-several droplets spurted. But they were still clear, not the rich white or ivory color of cum. She bent and licked them away with her tongue. The taste was bitter, almost like piss, and she made a face as she straightened and looked at the boy.

"Good boy. I knew you could do it!"

Howie forced a laugh. "Jeez, I didn't. My balls felt like they were gonna run out of my cock!"

His mother released his prick, which fell against his groin, still throbbing hard. She licked her-lips and swallowed, regretting not having the chance to taste his cum. But, Jesus! the way it took him so long to get hard again, she had to satisfy her cunt-itch before she gave herself up to lesser pleasures such as sucking him off.

"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you now."

"You're gonna fuck me, Momma?"

"Yeah, now you just lie there while I turn around. Move your ass, Ginger!"

The girl jumped to one side as Charlene turned completely around, keeping the boy beneath her at all times. Her tits banged against his face and for a moment she was tempted to stop and let him suck them. But her cunt was churning with her need to be fucked. A second later her knees straddled his hips.

"All right, baby. Hold your cock up straight."

"What are you gonna do, Momma? Sit on it?"

"Give the boy a big cigar. Hold it up!"

Howie winced as he touched his tender cock-flesh but he held his prick between thumb and forefinger with his cock-head pointed straight up at his mother's cunt. Charlene worked her knees forward a bit farther. Her asshole flexed open as she lowered herself on her son's cock.

"Coming down, baby! Coming home!"

The boy raised his head and saw his mother's gaping cunt-lips settle around his cock-head. Charlene froze at first contact, held herself there for a moment with her inner cunt-lips barely touching his hot cock. Howie still held his prick in position as she sighed and slowly lowered herself onto him, impaling her body with the boy's cock.

"Take your hand out, baby!"

He snatched it away but continued to hold himself up to see as his cock was gobbled up by his mother's greedy cunt. Half it was inside and she began to slide down faster then she had it all and the boy grunted against her weight.

"You're heavy, Momma!"

"You calling me fat, boy?" Charlene said in mock anger.

"No, just heavy. You eat too much candy and ice cream!"

Laughing, Charlene fell forward, taking her weight off his groin and onto her hands. She still had his prick completely within her cunt and now Howie could feel the stubble of her cunt hair, scratching his thighs and his belly. He gasped as his mother tightened her cunt-muscles.

"Oh, Momma!"

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes! Do it again!"

She obliged, milking his cock with her pussy. She was by no means full-only her husband's throbbing ten hard inches could give her that feeling. But cunts were flexible, adjusting to take large and small pricks. It wasn't the amount of cock that was buried in her belly, but what a horny woman could do with it that mattered.

"Oh, God, Momma!"

"Does Tracy feel this good, kiddo?"

"Huh? How did you know about Tracy?"

"Mothers know everything, boy!" She squeezed him with her cunt. "How about it? Does Tracy make you feel like this?"

"Jeez, no! Come on, Momma, stop foolin' around. Fuck me!" He gasped as she tightened again. "Fuck me!"

Charlene was enjoying the sensation of having her son's prick buried in her cunt, but her own need started the fucking motion. She rode forward on the boy until his prick almost popped out, tightening on it at the last minute with her outer muscles until he gasped.