Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

Licking hotly, kissing and nipping, she tasted the flavors of his skin, the aroma of his flesh. There was a scattering of pale blond hair reaching to his navel, and she trailed the path of it with her wet tongue, knowing the excited squirming of her son's body as she aroused him more.

When she darted the end of her tongue into the indentation of his bellybutton, he grunted and his hands shot down to take her by the head. His pelvis heaved and she knew the tapping of his shaft along her cheek.

"So lovely," she breathed, "so male and beautiful. I adore your prick, Dale."

But she didn't take it into her mouth right away. Instead, she lapped down to his hairy pelvic mound, running her tongue through the pubic curls, drawing it tickling around the base of his throbbing cock.

Cupping his enticing balls in one hand, she lifted them to the ministrations of her avid mouth, spreading her lips wide so that she could suck them.

"That's it, Mom!" he cried out. "Oh baby-that's the way to set me on fire!"

She eased his balls out between her teeth and turned her head so she could take the shaft of his prick between them, grating gently up along the silken skin to the flange of the protruding head. She kissed the head then, but only lightly, while her son jerked and sucked his breath in sharply.

Then Regina crawled between his legs, using her knees to spread his thighs wider. Slipping down, going to her elbows, she extended her legs behind, and ran both palms slowly, teasingly, over Dale's groin, fingering into his scrotum, handling the trunk of his cock.

Lowering her face inch by inch, she kissed the tip of his prick, savoring the exotic spices of the semen already there, knowing the intriguing flavor of his cock. Running her tongue around the flexing head, she teased it, wet it. Only then did she open her lips and put them around the spongy knob that had never appeared more beautiful to her.

She took her son's hard prick into her mouth, scrubbed the roof of her mouth over the velvet head with the firm core, drew it across her tongue, and moved her head down so that the bulb of his cock touched the cup of her throat.

Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked daintily upon it, pushed it away with her tongue, licked and lapped over the vibrant cockhead.

Meanwhile, Regina fondled his balls; squeezed the stem of his prick, played her fingertips like a butterfly up the shaft, moaned lovingly around the head and she sucked it deep and slid it out shallow. It was very good for her, this abject adoration, this humbling of herself to give the very utmost in pleasure to this marvelous young son of hers.

She enjoyed rolling his cock around inside her mouth, reveled in the texture and taste and feel of it, in the matchless intimacy it brought and the bond that their flesh so used would forever create between them. It was love and it was sex, it was lust and it was affection, and it was magnificent.

He said, "Mother-Mom-suck on my prick, darling. Eat my cock, mama-oooh, that's right! Give me head, mama. I'm fucking your mouth, darling-I'm putting the prick to your face and I love it-oooH! I love it!"

She moved her head up and down, creating suction and then breaking it, caressing his prick with tongue and cheeks, stimulating him with the merest rakings of her teeth, feeling the tremendous pressure building up within his swollen shaft.

"M-Mom-I can't hold it back! I have to come-come-oh, darling Mama-take it-take my come-swallow it, you cocksucking bitch!"

She gaped her throat wide and accepted the steaming fountain of semen that geysered from his prickhead. Thick and sweet, it sprayed up into the confines of her hungry throat, and she gulped at it, drank the copious discharge with eagerness.

Regina was taking the male essence of her son, draining the life substance from his leaping balls, and she loved the creaminess, ate the musky lotion, drank the liquids of his sex. Laving the pulsing head with her tongue, she coaxed forth yet more of the heady stuff, swallowing, pulling, sucking until the fountain ran dry and sere.

Even then, unsatisfied with what she had taken, Regina licked around the insides of her cheeks, ran her tongue seeking over her teeth, gathering the last escaped droplets of his fluids, devouring them as she would have liked to devour his young prick.

When she raised her head to look up into her son's passion-glazed eyes, she clung a while to the head of his cock, holding it prisoner between the circle of her teeth. Reluctantly then, she allowed it to go free momentarily, knowing in her heart that she owned his prick now, that it would, from now on, belong to her whenever she wanted it-and that would be repeatedly.

He said, "Oh Mom-Mother-thanks; thank you for giving me so much wild head. It was out of sight."

"I'm glad, darling," she said. "I want to make you so happy."

"You have," he said, "oh Mom, you have-and now, I want to make you just as happy. I've never done this before, but I watched how Stella and you did it last night, so I think I can turn you on okay. If I don't eat you right, then you just tell me what I'm doing wrong, and I'll change."

She ran fingers up his belly, kneeled there and stared fondly down at the beautiful nude body of her son. "You don't have to make trades with me, Dale. I'll do anything you like."

"I want to eat your pussy, Mom," he said. "I really want to see what it's like, to taste your cunt. Especially now that I know what it feels like to fuck it. I dig making you wiggle and moan, and if going down on this terrific pussy turns you wild, then it'll make me wild, too."

She said, "You're an adorable boy. Shall I lie down?"

"No," he answered, "just crawl up on top of me. Rub your pussy along my belly and over my chest, rub it slow and dirty, slow and greasy, mom. I really will dig feeling it slide over my skin, all hairy and wet. Then, when you get up close to my face, kind of lift that gorgeous ass and just sit down on my mouth."

"I'd love to," she sighed.

It made her indescribably sexy, rubbing her inflamed cunt over his satin skin, grinding her crotch upon the flawless body of the boy she had loved all his life. She made a real production of the trip up his shuddering body, sliding her ass back and forth, making certain that no part of his belly and chest hadn't been dampened by the juices oozing from her cunt, wetting him down with her own love lubrications and the residual leakings of his come.

"That's groovy," he whispered through set teeth. "Oh, that's real crazy, mother. Oh wow-I'm already a mother fucker, and now in a few seconds, I'm going to be a mother sucker."

"My darling," she murmured, "oh my darling, horny boy." On up his body she went, progressing slowly and sensuously, getting lascivious thrills out of making him squirm at the slippery fondling of her feverish pussy.

Then she was at his face, the blonde hairs of her cunt poised at his chin, so near his open and panting mouth, so near the eager tongue she could see flicking past his lips.

He breathed huskily, "Your cunt is lovely, all golden-haired and the lips are red, puffy from our fucking, and I can see the inner lips, all bright and shiny. Your pussy looks delicious, Mother."

Regina lifted her lower body, carefully placed her knees on each side of his head and stared down at his handsome face. She was going to feed her child her pussy.

She hesitated above him, poised for just an uncertain minute over his anxious face, and Dale said: "Oh, please-" so of course she had to go on, as she truly desired to.

Regina's crotch lowered, sank gently to meet the hungry upthrusting of his tongue. Thrill after hot thrill bombed through her flesh, lancing tendrils of mad sensation over her nerve ends. It was deeper, more sensitive, because it was Dale, because it was her son eating into her cunt.