Bob Hawkins: Mommy made them

"Fuck me, Momma! Fuck me!"

She rode back until her pussy-lips were spread wide against the boy's groin, came forward again. Another few strokes finished turning on the fires in her belly, and she picked up the pace. Riding him faster, her as slapped wetly against his thighs.

"Oh, fuck, Momma! Fuck! I'm fucking my momma!"

"Yeah, boy! Momma's fuckin' you! Fucking you!"

Charlene's tits rubbed against Howie's chest and banged against his face as she continued to ride him. The fucking pace was furious now, and she felt herself building toward the first orgasms-a moment later it blasted.

"Fuck! Fucking my baby! Fucking my baby!"

"Oh, oh, Momma. Oh, fuck me, Momma! F-Fuck me!"

And now Howie began to hump up against Charlene as she rode off his cock, trying desperately to keep his throbbing prick buried within her cunt. His fingers grabbed her stiff arms, held on for dear life as he fucked against her, with her. Ginger was eaten up with jealousy as she watched them, until suddenly the boy aid out.

"I'm cumming, Momma! I'm cummiing! cumming!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The gasps of lust came from Ginger, penetrated Charlene's awareness as the woman tightened to receive her son's cum. His cock pulsed several times, spewing again and again as her cunt-walls milked him, puffing on his prick the way a farmer pulled on a cow's udder.

"Oh, Momma!"

Howie collapsed with a sigh as his balls were depleted, his eyes closing. He winced as his mother milked his cock another time or two but said nothing. His cock plopped wetly across his groin as Charlene pulled off, raising her knee to swing over him and settle beside him on the grass.

"Oh Jesus! Jesus!"

Ginger was oblivious to the world. She attacked her cunt with her fingers, hunched forward as she tried to stab her hand all the way inside. She stared with unseeing eyes, swaying back and forth.

"Jesus Christ! Jesus fucking Christ!"

Charlene's knees were sore from kneeling on the ground and her skin tingled as Howie's cum trickled out of her pussy onto the grass. But she was still turned on, ready to go again. She cast a look at the boy-his cock lay limp across his thigh, the foreskin almost worked back over the cockhead. Howie's chest rose and fell evenly, asleep from exhaustion.

"Shit! He had only cum twice! He was no chip off the block there. His father would just be getting warmed up.

Well, there was no cunt-relief to be had there. Jesus, she hadn't been this turned on since she couldn't remember when. Not since the doctor gave her permission to go back to fucking after the birth of Howie and Tracy.

"Oh, crap! Oh, cripes!"

Ginger's pussy was soaked with her cum.

Watching the masturbating girl, Charlene remembered her taste-her throat worked and she rubbed her cunt-mound, squeezing hard.

"Ginger! Come here, girl!"

"Huh?" The girl blinked in surprise, but didn't stop what she was doing as she recognized Howie's mother. "What do you want?"

The question gushed out of her mouth, but she was already moving toward Charlene's open arms. Ginger stumbled on something in the grass and would have fallen, but the woman was ready to catch her. For a moment they clung together, the teenager's face against Charlene's shoulder and her small tits pushing into the softer flesh of the woman's.

"Oh, Jesus! Mrs. Lewis, I'm going fucking crazy!"

"What you need is a big stiff cock, girl!"

"Yeah! Oh, Christ, yeah! But the bastard's sleeping!"

"SO you'll have to make do with me!"

Ginger straddled Charlene's lap, their pussy mounds pushing together, while the woman stroked her back. She felt the girl's heartbeat slow, felt Ginger's arms tighten around her. The youngster's nipples burned against her tits.

"Oh, gee! Jesus! You gonna suck me again?"

"We're gonna suck each other!"

Charlene's clit was hard again, poked from concealment to penetrate Ginger's outer cunt lips. The girl's ass tightened and humped against the woman, and their tits banged together. Then she raised up a bit and settled onto the woman's hard clit.

"Oh, fuck! I wish you could fuck me! Why the hell did God give cocks to men?"

"Because if he had given them cunts they'd be women."

"He should have given women both cunts and cocks."

"Then what would He do with men?"

"Who needs them? They call women the weaker sex, but I've yet to see the boy who could go as long as I wanted him to!"

Charlene laughed, and hugged the girl closer. The sentiment was one she had shared a time or two, although when it came down to a hard piece of male cock shoving in and out of her pussy, she always decided things were best just the way they had been arranged.

"Poor baby! Come on, let's get off on each other."

Charlene caught the back of Ginger's head and pulled the girl's mouth up for a deep kiss. Their tongues did battle for a moment and then they sucked on each other in turn until she felt the girl's pussy-juices dripping onto her own cunt. Holding Ginger with her hands under the girl's thighs, she lifted her to where she could suck first her nipple and then the whole young tit into her mouth.

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

She chewed on the girl a moment, mouthing her sweat, then came back to suck her nipple into full erection. Ginger gasped as Charlene's teeth nipped her gently, and gasped again as she switched her attention to the other tit.

"Oh, God! God! Oh!"

Arms wrapped around Charlene's head, Ginger clung to the woman with all of her strength. Although her sweat glands were secreting heavily, the girl's flesh tasted sweet. After a moment she lowered her back onto her lap for another deep kiss.

"Baby? Will you sixty-nine with me?"

"Huh? What's that?"

Jesus, the kid didn't know as much as Charlene had thought! "You suck my pussy while I'm sucking yours."

"Oh." Ginger thought a moment. "Why not? Yeah, sure!"

"Good girl!"

Giving her a quick smack on the lips, Charlene stretched out only inches away from the sleeping Howie. Ginger's foot banged against his hip and the boy made a motion like chasing a fly, then reached down and rubbed his balls. He sighed and let his hand fall beside him and the girl giggled.

"Jesus, he sleeps hard, doesn't he?"

"A boy's brains are in his balls. And a man's. Drain him and he can't even think until they fill up again."

"Yeah! You got that right, Mrs. Lewis."

"Call me Charlene, dear. Any time I suck a girl's cunt I figure we know each other well enough to use first names!"

Not that she had sucked cunt-at least, not since she was younger. And that had been more of a quick lick with her tongue, not real pussy mouthing. Jesus! She couldn't remember the name of the girl who wanted to fool around!

She still remembered her first cock, however-her first real cock. She didn't count puffing down her panties to let boys see what she had before she had anything. Cal Melton, that was his name. He was the second string quarterback who never got off the bench, and Charlene's first real out-in-a-car with a boy date. They parked in the back row of the drive-in theater, and Cal popped her cherry in the back seat. Jesus, it was the first time for both of them, and he shot before he made more than half a dozen fuck-strokes.

Cal was more experienced now-last she had heard, he had seven kids and another one on the way. And that was the only date they had together. By the time he got around to asking for another, Charlene had learned to feel a boy's cock before she said yes. Nothing smaller than seven inches, which left Cal two inches short. "Suck my titties a minute, Ginger, then scoot on up here so I can get my mouth on your sweet pussy!"

The girl obeyed, diving to take Charlene's much bigger tit as far into her mouth as she could. She tried to cram the woman-tit between her teeth, but had to settle for working it with her fingers while she sucked hard.