Brad Morgan: Two moms for fun

"You think Mrs. Moran is sexy, Tony?" Tony Juliano looked up from his Wheaties and fixed his mother with his smoldering blue eyes. Sometimes when he looked at her that way, Angela found it hard to breathe. Now was one of those times.

He lowered his eyes to the big tits bulging against his mother's flower-print robe as he said, "She ain't got no tits."

"Doesn't have any tits," Angela corrected absently. "Only she does. She's got nice tits."

Tony shrugged, returning his attention to his cereal. His curly hair was so black it gleamed blue. His t-shirt was like a second skin over the big, hard curve of his chest. The sleeves were rolled to show hard muscles rippling under his tanned skin. She could see why he turned Brenda Moran on. She hated to admit it, but he turned her on, too.

"I like big tits," he said, looking up again. After a pause, he said, "Like yours, Mom."

"Come on, Tony! I'm your mother."

"So? You got great tits."

Angela sat up a little straighter, arching her back slightly to push her tits out even more. She couldn't hide her pleasure at the compliment.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck her?" Angela asked. Tony pushed his chair away from the table and leaned back, picking his gleaming white teeth with a match. The shape of his big, hard cock was plainly outlined in his skin-tight jeans. Angela found it hard to raise her eyes from his prick. She felt hot all over, and she felt a trickle of moisture seeping from her cunt-lips.

Angela hadn't fucked a man in five years, not since Vito had been killed on the job. Five or six months ago, she had started making it with her next door neighbor, Brenda Moran. She had thought that was enough to satisfy her. But looking at her son's hard cock, she knew that Brenda's tongue and fingers were no substitute for a big, male prick in her cunt.

"Who?" Tony asked, unashamedly cupping his cock and balls in his hand and hitching them up in his tight jeans.

Angela had to clear her throat before she could speak. "Brenda," she said. "Wouldn't you like to fuck Brenda Moran?"

"I'd rather fuck you, Mom."

"Tony!" she cried, blushing and lowering her eyes in confusion.

He stood up and came around the table to stand over her. He lifted her chin with his fingers, and in the next instant he was kissing her in a way he'd never kissed her before, trying to slip his tongue between her full, voluptuous lips.

Angela tried to resist, but she felt her insides turning to hot jelly, and it felt as if the hot jelly was leaking from her cunt. She opened her mouth and accepted her son's tongue, and she didn't even try to resist when he pushed open her robe and bared her big tits. He caressed one of them expertly and eagerly, and her big nipple went hard as a rock under his pinching and pulling fingers.

As their tongues tangled together, she heard the soft sound of Tony's zipper opening. Soon the hot tip of his cock was pressing against her other nipple and leaking sticky fluid against it.

Tony broke off the kiss and stood up, running his fingers through the luxuriant thickness of his mother's long, black hair. As he stroked, he gently drew her head closer to his out thrust cock. Angela knew just what he wanted, and she moistened her dry lips with her tongue as she stared at the purple, juice-dripping head of his swollen cock as it thrust from his fly. She undid his belt and pushed his jeans down to free it completely, revealing his big, hairy balls to her lustful gaze.

"I never…" she started to say, and it was true.

She had never sucked his father's cock, no matter how much he'd coaxed her.

He pulled her head more firmly, not really forcing her, but making his desire clearly known. As her warm breath touched his prick, it swelled even harder and stiffer.

She parted her lips and pressed them together over the bulging knob at the end of her son's cock. It felt like satin under her tongue, and it tasted salty. She slid her hands up to cup the muscular cheeks of his ass, drawing him a little closer and drawing his cock more deeply into her mouth as she rolled her wet tongue around its burning-hot skin.

The more she sucked, the hotter she got. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and she felt herself sweating all over into her robe. She pulled it all the way off and spread her thighs as if to let her hot cunt breathe. She wished Tony would lick her cunt, but she didn't want to take his cock out of her mouth for an instant to tell him.

Vito used to tell her what a big cock he had, and he liked it when she told him how big and handsome it was. But his was the only cock she had ever seen until now, and Tony's was a lot bigger. She was unable to take the whole thing into her mouth, even though Tony kept trying to push it farther. She finally had to take one of her hands from his ass and wrap it around the thick root of his cock to keep him from choking her.

Drawing her head back, then moving it forward, she pumped her lips up and down his cock while she squeezed his cock-root with her fingers. Meanwhile she swirled and slithered her tongue around it. Brenda had told her that men liked a lot of tongue action in a blow-job.

When she and Brenda weren't eating each other's cunt, they talked a lot about fucking and cock-sucking. During those talks, they had formed a plan to help each seduce the other's teenage son. Angela was supposed to fuck Kevin, and Brenda was supposed to fuck Tony. Only something had gone wrong with the plan and she was sucking her own son's big prick.

Angela was aching to feel his tongue on her hot cunt. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and gasped, "Let's go in on the couch, Tony, where there's more room."

Groping and feeling her big tits and her wet cunt, unable to keep his hands off her lush, voluptuous body for a second, her son walked with her into the living room. Angela thought about pulling down the shades in case somebody came up onto the front porch, but she just couldn't bring herself to take the time.

She lay back on the couch and spread her legs wide, opening her hairy, big-lipped cunt to her handsome son's eager gaze. She didn't need to tell Tony what she wanted. He lay on top of her and ducked his head down between her wide-flung legs so he could lap and lick and suck at her oozing cunt. He was a hell of a lot better at it than his father had ever been, and he was a lot more eager. She groaned and whimpered and moaned until he quieted her by sticking his cock back into her mouth, and she began sucking it greedily.

With Angela on the bottom and her hot and horny young son on top, the two, of them writhed and groped, mouth-fucking and cunt-eating like there was no tomorrow. Angela was pierced by a brief of pang of guilt when Tony stuck his tongue deep inside her cunt-hole. The very hole from which he had come into the world, but it felt so good to suck his hot cock and feel his slithering, probing tongue inside her slimy cunt that she flung her guilt to the four winds and just enjoyed their delicious bout of sixty-nine.

Tony had incredible self-control. No matter how hard she sucked and how eagerly she pumped, he just wouldn't come. He had been so hard at first; she had expected him to come right away. But the more she sucked, the harder and stiffer and more swollen his big cock became.

She pulled his prick out of her lips with a wet, plopping sound and began to tease him, licking it all over with her wet tongue. She raised her head so she could lick his big balls, too, with their thick forest of crinkly black hair. She loved the way the pebbly skin tightened over his ball sac when she rolled her tongue around on it. She even slipped her tongue around the rim of his asshole and toyed with the idea of sticking it inside, but Tony was impatient for her to suck his cock again. He jabbed it blindly against her throat and into her thick hair, wetting her with the sticky seepage of his cock-head in his eagerness to get it back into her mouth.