Paul Gable: Turned on mom

"Ummmm, looks like you're a little wet," Greg said, smiling as he continued to stroke his powerful, jerking rod.

"Ohhhhh," Anna answered, running her fingers sensuously up and down her heaving jugs, pinching her half-inch-long brown, stiff nipples while she ground her thighs together. Tiny electric spasms rippled through her puffy labes as their slippery edges worked together with every grinding movement she made.

"Come over here," Greg commanded hoarsely as Anna shoved her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her juice-saturated panties and pushed them to her knees.

"Yessss, yes!" Anna moaned breathlessly, staring at Greg's jerking cock. Her cunt spasmed wildly, aching to be stuffed to the hilt with her son's thick, long, cum-dripping prick. "Yes! Ohhh, yessss!"

Anna walked slowly to the bed and sat down on the edge, reaching over and running her right forefinger slowly up and down her son's steaming prick. He groaned and closed his eyes, hunching up his thighs as Anna moved her hand down and cupped her fingers around his heavy, hairy fuck-sac.

"Oooooooooh, fuck! Shit! I want you! I want to jam my goddamned prick into your snatch!"

Greg opened his eyes and reached over with his right hand, running the tips of his fingers slightly over her swollen, reddened outer labes. Anna tossed back her head and squirmed uneasily on the bed as a scream of unspeakable pleasure started up from her contracting gut and shot out of her mouth.

"Arrrrrghhh! Ohhhh, Jeeesus, fuck meee! Fuck meee!" she screamed out loud as she squeezed Greg's balls tightly between her fingers.

Greg's fingers were coated with another load of steaming cunt-juice as he continued to jam his fingers deeper and deeper into Anna's contracting, sucking cunt-hole.

"I can't take this!" she groaned as she rolled over and positioned her hairy snatch directly over Greg's purple, oozing cock-head. "Squeeze my tits," she pleaded as she lowered her crotch closer and closer to her son's hard, hot dick.

"Mmmmmm," Greg groaned as he felt the tips of Anna's wiry cunt hairs tickle the edges of his leaking piss-slit.

"Ohhhhh! Arrrgh!" the woman shrieked as her son clamped his powerful, thick fingers around her swollen tits and mashed in her taut, itching nipples. Anna took a deep breath, then lowered herself completely until Greg's cock-head parted her puffy cunt-lips and slid into her trembling fuck-hole.

"Ohhhhhh, Mom! How does this feel in your cunt?" her son asked as he let go of her right tit and slid his fingers down until they bumped against her trembling, erect clit. Anna thought her snatch would explode when Greg ran his fingers slowly back and forth over her swollen passion-bud.

"S-S-Stop! Ooooh, noooo!

Plllleeaassse! Oh, God! Don't make me come nnnnoooww!"

Anna screamed incoherent phrases as she swirled her ass around and around her son's hairy, muscular groin. Her tits flopped noisily against her heaving, sweaty chest as she slid up and down Greg's stiff pole.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Greg moaned under his breath each time his mother slid her juicing snatch down his throbbing dick. He jammed his thighs up, burying his prick in her oozing hole with one hard lunge.

"Oooaaaarrrrghhhh!" Anna screamed, feeling her mind blow out as a violent series of pre-orgasmic spasms tore through her trembling pussy.

"I can't hold out!" Greg panted as he started hunching his hips wildly up and down. Anna reciprocated, bouncing her ass-cheeks against his heaving thighs. She squeezed her cunt muscles tightly together, gripping her son's cock like a great, slick fleshy vise. Her nipples twitched wildly as Greg let go of her clit and went back to her swollen tits, squeezing the spongy flesh desperately.

"Oh, yessss! Yfsssss! I-I-I'm coming! Oh, fuck! I'm coming!" Anna screamed, feeling the scalding heat building up deep in her belly and rocketing towards her clit. In an instant she felt one contraction, then another, and then another, racking her twat as she bucked, heaved, thrashed, and writhed from side to side in animal fury.

"Arrrghhf!" Anna cried as her eyes glazed over with ecstasy.

"Mom! Mom! Unnghhh!" Greg screamed out. Anna's screams and spasms pushed him over the edge. He felt his lava-like jizz. Now out of his jouncing balls and explode into his jerking, cunt-embedded cock. It spewed out of his expanded piss-slit and spattered against her trembling cunt walls. It exploded out of his jerking dick in rhythmic beats as he dug his fingers into his mother's aching tits.

"Arrrghh! Unngh! Shit! Shit! Shit!" the boy screamed as spurt after spurt of hot cum blew into Anna's contracting cunt-hole. Their orgasm seemed to last for hours as the two of them shrieked, moaned, and bucked on the squeaking bed.

Finally the last spasm swept over Anna's beating clit and she collapsed forward on top of her groaning son.

"Ohhhh, Mom!" Greg panted out as he kissed Anna lightly on her sweaty forehead.

"Ohhh, baby, that was fantastic!" Anna said, squeezing her cunt muscles again around her son's softening prick. "I don't think I've ever come that hard. Even with your father."

"Jeeez, Dad. I wonder how he'd feel about this," Greg said guiltily as he looked into his mother's eyes.

Anna swallowed hard. The guilt she'd forgotten came back again. How could she ever explain this to Paul? And would it happen again? She looked into her son's eyes and felt her heart skip a beat.

Anna knew that it would.

"I'll have to think that one out," Anna said as she raised her ass and slid off Greg's limp prick. "But right now, how about a shower to clean up?"

Greg smiled at her and rolled out of bed.

"Then dinner, and maybe after…?" he said, bending over her and stroking her tits.

"We'll see," Anna said, feeling her clit tingle again as Greg's powerful fingers squeezed her tit-flesh gently.

While her son was in the shower, Anna lay on the bed and thought dreamily of what had just happened. Her son's hairy, muscular chest heaving with passion; his thick, hot cock sliding in and out of her mouth; his balls jangling and contracting as wad after wad of hot jizz blew into her cunt-all these things floated in. her mind as Anna dreamily strummed her twitching clit.

Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. Anna debated whether or not she should answer it, then thought of her car and Greg's bike outside. Whoever was out there would become suspicious if someone didn't answer the door.

Rolling out of bed, she threw on her short red bathrobe and ran to the front door.

"Chet!" Anna cried out.

The chaplain was out of uniform now, wearing a pair of jeans and a yellow sports shirt. If he looked attractive at the luncheon and the chapel, he was even more of a stud now.

"Hi! Thought you might need some help telling your son about-well, you know," Chet said as he grinned sheepishly at her through the screen door.

"I… uh… well… " Anna stammered.

Chet looked closely at her, then smiled and shook his head slowly from side to side. "Looks like I got here a little too late," he said, chuckling softly.

Anna flushed red as she unlocked the door and let the chaplain into the living room.

"I tried!" Anna insisted, clenching her fists and beating them softly against her firm thighs. "I really tried. But when I got home, he was standing in the kitchen in a pair of gym shorts. His cock was practically poking out of the fly. Ohhh, Jesus! I just couldn't help myself," Anna groaned as she sank to the couch.

"Hey, no sense in getting too upset about it," Chet said as he sat down next to her. "I think that it would have been better if this all hadn't happened. But, since it did-well, we might as well make the best of it."

"W-What do you mean?" Anna stammered as she looked curiously at Chet.

"I'll talk to you later about that. But first he began, lifting up his right hand and slipping it into her robe. Anna gasped as she felt his fingers close around her left tit.