Donna Allen - See mom suck

"I feel funny doing this."

She looked down at his cock again. His knob was swollen, dark-red in color and as big as any she'd seen. "It's beautiful."

She could tell how turned on he was, how thrilled he was that she was looking at it. And so was she. He had such a magnificent cock. She couldn't see all of it because the base of his cock-shaft and his balls were still inside his pants. But what she saw was enough to make her quiver at the size of his prick. Thick, thick, thick! She did love them thick, and here was her son's cock, so thick and lovely it made her pussy cry.

She touched him, first her fingertips on his cock-shaft and then her thumb running over the velvety surface of his cock-head. He made a noise in his throat, his head bent, his eyes on her hand as she explored him.

"It's a beautiful cock," she said. "I know you think it's crazy that we're doing this, but there's really nothing wrong with it. If you want me to stop, we'll stop."

"I don't want you to stop!"

She chuckled softly. "I can tell you didn't. God, you're so hard! Come on, get your pants down so I can see everything!"

She held his prick as he unbuckled his belt, and then she helped him get his pants down to his ankles.

No underwear. Just that hard cock above a pair of massive balls and his lovely muscular ass. He was the most gorgeous male specimen she had ever seen. Her own son.

She curled her fingers under his balls. "How big is it?"

"I guess eight inches."

"I think it's more than that. We'll measure it sometime."

"Okay."

She laughed. "You're not feeling so funny any more, are you? You like this, don't you?"

"Don't tease me!"

She held his balls in one hand and slowly jacked his cock-shaft with the other. When a gob of juice oozed out of his piss-hole, she rubbed it over his knob with her thumb. "What do you do when you get like this? I mean when you're alone."

He shuddered. "You know what I do."

"All right, I'll do it for you. I'll make you come!"

"Christ, Mom."

She laughed and moved to his side, leaning forward slightly as she started jerking him off. Now she had one hand on his cock and the other hand fondling his ass.

"On the floor," she said. "It'll he easier to clean up if it goes on the floor."

It didn't take long. They both watched his cock as he started coming. His jism foamed out at first, white and thick as it dribbled on her hand, and then gobs of it spurting, his spunk flying out, each wad arcing in the air before it landed on the kitchen floor.

His cock burned in her hand as she continued pumping it. She loved the thickness of it beneath her fingers, the throbbing feel of his cock-meat.

"Finished?"

"I can come again."

A thrill ran through Jennifer and she laughed. "Are you sure?"

His voice was strained. "Keep doing it, I can come again!"

She started over again, amazed at how his cock was still hard and pulsing in her hand. She could hardly get her fingers around the thickness of his cock-shaft. She changed her grip at intervals. It was always more difficult to bring off a circumcised cock. What a delight it was to grip his cock and pump it and feel him throbbing in her hand.

He groaned. Yes, he would come again. She was amazed that he could make it twice like that, but maybe they could do it at his age. He was young and healthy and he had such big nuts. She wanted to watch him shoot again. She was always excited by a shooting cock. She kept her hand on his ass, thrilling at the feel of his muscles flexing again and again.

"You're almost there."

He groaned. "Yeah!"

"Come on, baby, shoot it! Let's get it all out!"

She pushed her middle finger between his asscheeks and touched his asshole. As if a button had been pressed, he cried out and started coming again.

This time there was no foam, nothing more than three spurts of jism that came out without much force and fell at his feet. But it was more than any man she knew could do and she loved it.

She milked his cock, squeezing his cock-shaft and then his cock-head, squeezing the last gob of jism out of his piss-hole.

"Was it nice?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it was very nice. For me too. I liked doing it."

"Look at the mess on the floor."

"I wonder who's going to clean it up." He made a face as he shuffled to the sink to get a sponge. "That means…"

She sat down and watched him wipe the floor. She was so hot now. He had his back to her and she gazed with rapture at his hard little ass and the way his balls hung down between his asscheeks. He was so beautiful, it made her heart pound.

When he was finished cleaning his jism off the floor, she told him to leave her alone. "I've got to think," she said. "I don't know what we've started here and I've got to think about it."

They avoided each other for three days. They both knew nothing would be the same any more. Their lives had taken a sudden turn into the unknown.

Sometimes Jennifer was frightened when she taught about it. What would happen now? Was it possible Ryan would come to hate her? Then the fright would pass and she would recapture the excitement. She told herself there was nothing wrong in what she had done. He was old enough. They'd always had a close relationship and now it was even closer.

Finally one evening they were talking again. After dinner they sat in the living room and discussed what had happened. Ryan seemed nervous, but he listened to her as she talked.

She told him there was nothing wrong in what they had done together. There was nothing wrong about masturbation and nothing wrong about a mother and son doing things together.

"Too many people in this country are afraid of sex," she said. "Don't you think so?"

"I guess you're right."

"You don't think jerking off is wrong, do you?"

"Hell no!"

She teased him. "I bet you do it a lot. All boys do. And girls, too."

He squirmed on the sofa. "I do it sometimes."

"And so do I. I love doing it! Does that bother you?"

He locked at her. "It just feels funny talking about it like this."

"Well, it shouldn't. You do it and I do it and everyone does it and there's no reason why we shouldn't talk about it. Maybe we ought to do it together and then you won't be so uptight about it!"

He rolled his eyes. "Do you mean that?"

"Yes, I mean it. We can do it now, if you want. Go upstairs and undress and come back down here in your robe. I'll come down in about ten minutes and we'll do it together."

He walked away in a daze, and soon after he left she went upstairs to her own room. She puttered around in her bedroom until she heard him go downstairs again. She stripped her clothes off and put on a robe. Well, now you've done it, she thought. Now they were starting something again and this time it would be more involved. She quivered with excitement as she thought about what she intended doing with him. She was certain now that sooner or later they would fuck. But not now. Not tonight. Tonight it would be something else.

He was already in the living room when she went downstairs again. He was wearing a blue terrycloth robe, the one she'd bought him for his last birthday. He sat on the sofa sipping a Coke and looking at her with uncertainty in his eyes.

Jennifer smiled at him. "Don't be so nervous."

He shifted his body on the sofa. "I can't help it."

She went to the bar, mixed herself a drink and then returned to sit down in an easy chair opposite him. She crossed her legs, sipped her drink and gazed at him. "What are you thinking about?"

"You can guess."

"Tell me!"

"I'm thinking about you and what we're going to do."

"I'd like to talk to you about something. You're going to be upset at first, but after you calm down it'll be all right."