Paul Gable: Turned on mom

"You'd get a top fitness report from me if I had anything to do with it," Anna said as she crawled out from under the chaplain and started to get dressed.

"You know, getting back to your problem," Chet began as he pulled on his uniform. "Maybe you should talk to your son. You know, it could be that he's unconsciously encouraging a dangerous situation. If he knew your feelings, he might be able to stop it. Then that might be enough for you to keep away from him."

"You really think so?" Anna asked hopefully as she flopped her big tits back into her bra.

"It wouldn't hurt to try. You're certainly not going to get anywhere by just sitting back and trying to ignore it," Chet said as he buttoned up his white dress jacket. "Besides, kids today are a lot more aware of sexual things than you think. I'm sure he'll try to understand."

Anna sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess I'll give it a try. But if it all blows up, can I give you a call?" she asked as they walked slowly to the front door.

Chet looked back at the large wet stain at the foot of the altar.

"Anna, you can call me up anytime," he said, winking slyly at her as he opened the door to let her out.

It was almost four when Anna pulled into the drive. She felt hot flashes of electric sexuality shudder through her quivering cunt-lips when she caught sight of her son's bicycle leaning against the side of the house.

"Hi, Mom!" Greg called out from behind the screen door.

Anna groaned as she stared at her son's naked chest and belly. He stood there grinning at her-sweaty, muscular, his cock almost sticking out of his soiled white gym shorts.

"Have fun on the last day?" Anna finally managed to say as she opened the door and walked into the living room.

"I always enjoy the last day. We played a few games of basketball to celebrate," Greg said brightly as he followed his mother into the kitchen.

Anna couldn't see how she could follow Chet's advice. Watching him moving around-his muscles rippling with every step he took, his tanned skin glistening with sweat-made her want to strip down and take him on.

"Well, why don't you shower up and change? We'll go to the O Club or something for dinner to celebrate your freedom," Anna said huskily.

When Greg didn't answer, she turned around to see what was wrong with him.

"Oh, my God!" she said under her breath.

"I can't help it, Mom," her son answered as he rubbed his right hand slowly up and down the gigantic cock-bulge between his legs.

"Ohhh, don't-I-no." Anna said confusedly as she fought the steamy feeling that was firing up her cunt.

"Please," Greg begged desperately as he slid his hand up to the tip of his prick and squeezed the knob between his thumb and forefinger.

Suddenly something snapped inside of Anna. Nothing mattered any more except her son and his cock. The air between them grew hot, thick and heavy with sexual electricity. Anna could feel her clit swelling up like a balloon while her nipples scratched angrily at her bra. All she could think of now was Greg's hot, sweaty cock jamming into her snatch.

"Ohhhh, baby, baby," Anna cooed as she ran up to him and fell to her knees. She brought her face down to Greg's bulging crotch and started working on his cock with her lips through the shorts. The feel of Anna's mouth through his shorts drove Greg wild. Anna seemed to know the rhythm of his cock-throbbing and timed her oral massage to get the maximum spasm from her son.

"Ohhhh, Greg, you've got a king-sized cock there, just like your father," Anna moaned as she pulled her face away from her son's crotch for a second.

"Mom, suck it. Suck it!" Greg groaned as he lowered his hands and clamped his fingers around Anna's head.

She went back to the bulge in his shorts, lip-massaging his dick more methodically. She started at the base of her son's cloth-imprisoned prick, working her way up to the top, then sliding back down to the base again. Over and over she repeated the action until Greg began to lose control of himself. Automatically he started bunching his powerful thighs back and forth, arching his back to force his cock against Anna's hot, flushed face.

"Oooooh! Jeeesus! Ooooohhhhh, Mom, suck it! Suck that cock!"

Anna's heart pounded like a trip hammer. She was making her son lose control fast. She wanted to drive him up to the edge of a come with her lips, then slip her swollen cunt-lips around the head of his thickly veined cock and drive it deep into her gushing hole.

She reached up and slowly unbuttoned the fly of his gym shorts, watching tuft after tuft of black kinky crotch hair poke out. When she unfastened the third button, Greg's red, rubbery cock flew out and throbbed wildly in the air.

"Oooohhh!" Anna cried out as Greg's prick slapped her across the nose. Her son took advantage of her open mouth and thrust his cock hard against Anna's parted lips.

"Mmmmgfff!" she mumbled as she moved her tongue around his cock-head. Anna drove her tongue around and around Greg's twitching prick, teasing, poking and stroking the hot, sensitive skin as she drove her son closer to the edge.

"Unnngh! Oh, God, Mom! Arrrgh! Oh, fuckin' shit! Suck it, Mom! OHHH, SUCK ME OFF!" Greg screamed mindlessly as he stabbed his hot dick farther down his mother's throat, Anna moved back slightly until only her son's cock-head was between her massaging lips. Slowly she slid her tongue over its silky surface, drawing off the beads of cum that were beginning to leak from the piss-slit. She replaced them with a layer of her saliva and teased the edges of the hole and felt new fluid seep out into her mouth.

"Uhhhhh! Oh, God! Uhhhh!" Greg groaned as he started to rotate his ass-cheeks, churning his cock inside his mother's mouth.

Anna saw that Greg was about to shoot. She backed off again and stared at her son's twitching dong. It jerked frantically, screaming for those hot sucking lips for relief. The veins in his cock throbbed and looked like they were ready to explode through the taut, reddened skin. Beads of cum mixed with Anna's spittle glistened on the pulsing, purple head of Greg's cock. Anna reached up and tightly clamped her slender fingers around the boy's throbbing dong.

"Easy, easy," she said. "It's too soon."

The firm pressure around his prick brought Greg back down to earth. When Anna saw that Greg had calmed down a little, she released her grip and slid her hand under her son's muscular ass-cheeks. At the same time she slid her other hand up her skirt until it bumped against her quivering, puffy snatch-lips. Simultaneously she stuck one finger sharply up Greg's shitter while she drove her other fingers up against her exploding clit.

"Nnngh!" Greg cried out as he jerked back and forth, trying to get away from his mother's invading finger. At the same time Anna noticed that her son's cock jerked wildly in her mouth as she continued to ream his tight asshole.

"Nooooo!" he cried out again, this time breaking free of his mother's gentle grip. "That's something I should be doing to you," he panted as he reached down and started unbuttoning her dress.

"Here, I'll do that," Anna said, getting up and taking her son gently by the hand. "If we're going to fuck, I'd like to do it somewhere else besides in front of the refrigerator."

Greg laughed and nodded as he followed his mother into her bedroom. Anna nearly tore the buttons off her dress as she watched Greg slide his shorts down to the floor and kick them into the far corner. He leaped into bed and rolled over on his back, propping his head up on one of the pillows and staring at her as she reached back and unsnapped her bra.

"Whew!" Greg whistled as her huge tits sprang free.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Anna whispered excitedly as she felt another fresh torrent of cunt-juice seep out of her hot hole and soak into her panties.