Kevin Sellers - Best loving mother

Careening on his lap with the full fury of a sex-starved, cock-hungry woman, who had gone so far as to seduce her own child just for the sake of a little satisfaction, she pumped herself to orgasm.

"Fuck me, damn you! Fuck your cock up my pussy and give me all that baby-cum of yours! Do it honey! Now, now! Aaannnnhhhh!"

Slamming atop his prick with a last violent heave that shoved his cock completely inside her, Gwen gave an ecstatic scream.

Under that onslaught, Bobby couldn't hold back any longer. A whimpering mewl tore from his hips, and he lunged up with all his might.

"Ohhhhh! Oh shit, Mom!"

Jets of acidy jism spurted deep into Gwen's womb, flooding her with sweet nectar. She plummeted on his spasming cock in heavenly relief as each fresh blast of cum lifted her own orgasm higher, until she was a humping mass of pure oblivion.

"Guuuunnnggghhh…"

Letting out an enraptured moan, she stopped up each pumping spew of Bobby's cum and wrenched her pussy atop him for more.

His youthful body heaved under her, hands clawing at her tits until they ached. Then, at last, he sank back in panting collapse, gasping weakly as the last little dribbles of jizz oozed from his pisshole into his mother's milking pussy.

With her son's drained cock still wedged inside her and slowly wilting like a sleepy worm, she leaned forward and planted a grateful kiss against his dry cracked lips. Her tongue licked briefly into his mouth, tasting and lapping at his saliva.

Then she sat back with a happy sigh, her face aglow and her pussy twanging with a steamy heat that emanated from the wads of sticky cream sloshing inside her.

"Uhhhrrimm, that was just wonderful! Didn't you like it, darling? Doesn't that make your cock feel so much better?"

Still squeezing her mammoth tits and grinning lopsidedly, Bobby nodded. "Yeah, Mom. I liked that more than… than just anything!"

"And the every next time you get any of those embarrassing urges of yours, you'll come straight to me for relief, won't you? Won't you, baby?" Leaning forward a bit to hold his shriveling prick inside her just an extra second, Gwen waited for his answer.

"Oh yeah! I sure will! The very next time!" "That's nice. Because we mothers like to keep our horny little boys happy, no matter what sacrifices it takes. And this one sacrifice I'm more than willing to make anytime, honey. Just anytime at all…"

It was a quiet, peaceful afternoon around the Foster house. Bobby went off to his swimming lesson, Dane watched baseball games on tv, Pam chattered on the phone with her girlfriends, and Gwen relaxed under a cool soothing shower before attacking her usual daily chores of laundry and cleaning.

All in all, it was just another typical summer day of normal activities, just as if nothing at all unusual had changed in any of their lives.

But the difference was there, just the same. As she went about her normal tasks with an enthusiasm she hadn't known for a long time, Gwen could feel it simmering in her cunt with a pleasant comforting glow.

She'd seduced both her teenaged sons. She'd taken each boy's cock in her pussy and fucked herself into a frenzy unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, wailing with pure bliss as load after load of sweet acidy jism spurted up inside her. She'd done the most wicked, perverted thing

a mother could do.

She'd fucked her own sons.

And no matter how she tried, she couldn't seem to muster up even a twinge of guilt.

After all the lonely, unfulfilled years of empty need and unquenched desires, she again felt like a real woman. An uninhibited hot-cunted bitch, maybe, but still a woman.

Through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Gwen actually caught herself humming as she bustled about the house with energy, and she even prepared an elaborate supper. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so light and cheerful.

How could she feel guilty, under those conditions? It was in that happy mood that she called her three teens to the table, getting out of the way to avoid the rush of youthful bodies that converged on the kitchen table with famished exuberance.

Supper was a light, bantering affair, without even the usual bickering and rivalry that came with sibling teens.

Bobby gulped his plateful of food and dove for seconds, devouring everything before him as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.

Dane and Pam were more subdued, adding their occasional voices to the meal with idle jokes and gossip, both of them looking a bit tired. From time to time their eyes locked, and a secretive glimmer of mutual knowledge passed between them, which Gwen didn't notice.

It was as if her whole family seemed somehow closer and more open, in a way she couldn't quite pinpoint. It was almost as if the unusual events of the past two days had somehow affected them all for the better, easing the normal tensions and undercurrents that Gwen had come to expect in a houseful of three almost-adult children.

Afterward, as she washed up the dishes and heard the blare of the television fill the living room, she felt a sense of relief sweep through her that everything could be so normal and pleasant-perhaps even a bit better-despite the disgraceful, unmotherly things she'd been doing lately.

A tingle crept into her cunt, tickling there as a gentle reminder that she hadn't had any action since this morning's wild episode in the car with Bobby. And even that mild little itch felt nice. Because the night was young, and she had two big-cocked sons to choose from.

With that wicked thought stirring in the back of her mind, Gwen wiped her hands dry and joined her kids in front of the tv.

All in all, it was a nice relaxed evening at home, with the whole Foster family gathered around an old movie rerun. Bobby and Pam made popcorn, and Dane told some of the latest jokes he'd heard from his friends.

And Gwen found herself enjoying the presence of her children. For the first time, she was beginning to realize just how grown up they were-not just helpless babies anymore, but grown capable teenagers, practically adults themselves.

And in some ways, very adult indeed.

After the movie, Pam bounced off to bed. Dane and Bobby soon followed, both of then yawning widely and trotting sleepily upstairs after their sister.

A short time later, after she'd turned off the lights and headed up to her own room, Gwen realized that she was sleepy as well. Tired and sated and feeling satisfied that all was well with her family, she slid out of her clothes and sank into bed.

She had no idea how long she lay there, drifting on the verge of sleep and immersed in a sense of self-satisfaction. She slipped one hand up to fondle her large stiff-nippled tits and let the other drift down to caress the ache in her cunt, fingers gliding into the thick mound of her bush and probing to locate the flared bud of her clit.

Dimly she heard the bedroom door open, and a husky young male voice whisper in the darkness: "Mom? You awake? Can I come in?" In her half-sleep state, she had no idea which of her sons it was. But it didn't matter the least little bit. Her legs eased wide apart, and a lean hard-cocked body wiggled between them.

She groaned as a big engorged pricktip pressed against the soaked slit of her pussy, between her cuntlips and stretching them wide apart.

As that rigid teenaged prick slithered inside her, Gwen undulated to work every massive inch home.

When she felt a pair of massive hairy balls gently slap against her ass, she knew Dane's meaty cockshaft was buried up her cunt.

"Oh yeah, I've been waiting for this all day!

Christ, what a fantastic pussy! It feels so fucking good… oh, Mom, yeah…"

He began to pump, sliding his prick back until just his rimmed cock-knob dangled at the entrance of her sopping hole, and then ramming back in her full-length.