Donna Allen - See mom suck

She told him that she knew about the peephole, that she knew he'd been spying on her. His expression went blank and then his face turned pale. She told him she didn't mind about the peephole and the spying. She said that in the beginning she'd been angry, but then after a while she decided she didn't mind. She said after a while the idea of it turned her on. "You've got to understand that I don't mind it any more."

His breathing was heavy. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I wouldn't say if I wasn't sure. Okay?"

He nodded. "Okay."

She smiled. "Did you watch me and Paul?"

"Just once!"

"The last time he was here."

"That's right."

He explained how he'd made the peephole only six weeks ago. She quivered as she thought of him watching Paul fuck her on the bed that night. "And what else?"

"What else?"

"What else did you watch? Did you watch me the other night when I jerked off?"

"Yeahh!"

Jennifer drank some more. She felt like getting drunk. "So now we don't have to hide from each other, do we?" She pulled her robe away from her legs and opened her thighs. "Can you see?"

His voice had a crack in it. "Yeah!"

"Tell me what you see."

"I see your pussy."

"Now it's your turn to show me something." He opened his robe to expose his cock and balls. His cock rose almost to his belly button and looked enormous. She hadn't see it from this angle before and she thought it looked bigger than ever.

She teased him about bow hard his cock was. She moved her thighs even farther apart to show him more of her cunt. She was almost feverish now. On the outside she maintained her composure, but inside she was seething with excitement.

She told herself what a delight it would be to have him fuck her, to feel that hard prick sliding in and out of her fuckhole. "What did you think when you saw me and Paul together?"

Ryan made a sound in his throat. "It turned me on."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"You know I would."

"Maybe we'll do that, but not today. I've got to think about that. Let's just watch each other get off today. Okay?"

He nodded. Sure, okay, she thought with amusement. She could see the heat in his eyes. He was in heaven. She was sitting there with her legs wide open and her cunt almost under his nose. His mother's cunt. He'd watched Paul fuck her cunt. He'd watched her jerk off. She ought to grab his face and shove it at her pussy just to get even.

She dropped a hand down to her pussy and touched herself. Just lightly at first, her fingertips trailing over her cunt-lips. Ryan's eyes never left her hand. His cock twitched as he watched her.

She discovered something about herself. She enjoyed teasing him. She enjoyed turning him on. She enjoyed showing him her cunt.

Slowly, using only the fingers of one hand, the other hand resting on her thigh, she pried her cunt-lips open to show him the inside of her pussy.

He gazed at it. He seemed mesmerized by her cunt. She wondered if he'd ever gone down on a girl.

"I love your cock," she said. "Put your hand around it. Don't be afraid to hold it. We're supposed to do this together, remember?"

He took hold of his cock, curled his fingers around his cock-shaft down at the base. A good four inches of cock still showed above his fist. He was so big. She remembered the feel of it the other day when she had jerked him off.

She started masturbating now, slowly at first, her fingers dancing along her clit and up and down between her clit and cunt-hole. She urged him to do the same, quivering with pleasure as he began slowly stroking his cock with his fist. "No rush. There's no reason to rush it. Have you ever done this with a girl?"

He shook his head and she smiled. Of course he hadn't. He always had the girls jerk him off. She remembered all the cocks she'd brought off when she was in high school.

He was into it now. His cock was big and swollen, and as he pumped it with his hand, she could see the clear juice dribbling out of his piss-hole, a drop of it hanging there and catching the light of the lamp. She had an urge to go to him and lick it off. Instead she slipped two fingers inside her cunt-hole and used the other hand to pull the hood of her cunt back. With the knob of her clit exposed, she used the thumb of the hand in her cunt to massage the shaft. "Can you see my clit?"

"Mom, let me eat you!"

She smiled at him. "No, not now. Let's just do this now. Does my pussy turn you on?"

"I like all the hair."

"Don't come yet. Slow down and make sure you don't come yet."

He groaned and did what she wanted. He stopped pumping a moment, his fist squeezing his cock-shaft. His cock-head was swollen into an enormous red mushroom.

Finally she couldn't stand it any more. She left her chair and went to him, kneeling at his feet, her fingers curling under his big balls to hold them. Ryan hissed and started pumping his prick again, but she pushed his hand away and took hold of his cock herself.

She thought of how many times she had done this, two hands on a man, one hand holding his balls while the other hand held his cock. Now the man was her own son, and hung like a horse. His balls were so huge. His cock-knob looked so delicious she couldn't resist it any more. Leaning forward, she started licking the tip of his prick to get the juice streaming out of his piss-hole.

Ryan's mind was in a whirl. This was his mother down there. He watched her tongue as it lapped over his cock-knob. Her pink tongue. She still had the robe on and he couldn't see much of her body now. He remembered what her cunt looked like, the inside, the way she had showed it to him. The color inside her pussy was the same pink as the pink of her tongue. He thought how remarkable that was.

Then he told himself he was an idiot, it wasn't the first pussy he'd seen. They were all pink, more or less. A blonde girl was more pink than a brunette, but they were all basically pink. But of course this was his mother and when she had opened her cunt like that, the pink had been startling, the pink and the hole at the bottom of her gash. The hole from which he'd come. Eighteen years ago he'd squeezed his head out of that hole and started yelling at the world.

She capped his prick now, her lips sliding over his cock-head. He found himself strangely calm, watching her with a degree of detachment, watching her mouth as she began blowing him. When his girlfriends did it, they were always looking up at him to see if they were doing it right, or giggling in the middle of it, or stopping to complain that he was too big to suck and to ask why he didn't just fuck them instead.

His mother did none of these things. She kept her mouth filled with his cock and feasted on it. She never let go of his balls. She gripped his ball-bag, twisting it and puffing it gently as she sucked her mouth up and down the top half of his prick. Saliva drooled out of her mouth, poured over his cock-shaft and over his balls and onto the hand that held his balls.

She was fucking him with her mouth, losing herself in the fucking, in the movement of her lips up and down his cock-shaft. For the first time he realized that she loved it as much as he did, maybe even more, and that a woman could love sucking enough to get a frenzied pleasure out of it. No girl had ever sucked his cock with such abandon.

Then she started something else totally new to him. She began taking more and more of his cock-shaft in her mouth, plunging down each time to conquer another fraction of an inch, another inch and another, until at last more of his cock disappeared in her mouth than he thought possible. And then he felt a constriction around his cock-head and he knew he was in her throat. She held him there a moment, choking on him, clutching his cock-knob with her throat muscles, until finally she pulled back with a slurping sound to the tip of his prick, sucked at the tip and then plunged down to repeat the whole thing all over again.