Kathy Harris - Wild easy family

She brought her other hand to the boy's balls and cupped them. As she held the wrinkled sac, the fleshy globes shrank up against the base of the cockshaft.

"Looks to me like your cock likes what I'm doing to it," she said throatily.

"It's not my cock, Mom, it's what I'm thinking about that's turning me on," Tom said.

"What are you thinking, dear?" Carly asked with a smile, hoping that her son was thinking about her.

"I'm thinking about that teacher and his big cock," Tom said, watching his mother closely for her reaction.

"Please try to forget about him for now, Tommy, and let me help you," Carly said with a sigh.

"Nothing against you, Mom, I know you're trying really hard to help me and I do appreciate it but I think I need more help than you're giving me," Tom said.

Carly thought for a moment. Her son was absolutely right, she finally told herself. This was an extreme case. And drastic measures were needed. It was evidently up to her to convince him he was a real man. It would take more than a hand job to do that.

She bent her head to his crotch and gripped the base of his big cock with one hand. Then she put her mouth over the head of her son's stiff prick and ran her tongue all over the smoothly stretched skin.

She made a tight seal with her lips on the cockshaft and increased the suction of her mouth. Then the woman moved down the trembling prickshaft. When half was buried in her mouth, she felt the head of the big cock bumping against the back of her mouth. She moved back up to the prickhead and swiveled her mouth.

She made another downward stroke on the boy's big prick and then returned to the head of his cock and bobbed rapidly back and forth. She felt the cock grow even harder against her lips as she sucked.

Carly pressed her hand more firmly against Tom's balk and the boy arched his hips up toward her. As she worked her mouth up and down on his cock, the flow of juices in her cunt increased. She was feeling hotter and wetter by the second, and her own desires made her suck him faster and harder.

"Unnhh," Tom moaned, rolling his head back on the bed and closing his eyes.

"You're doing real good, Mom, but it's no use."

Carly was stung by the boy's words. She slipped his cock out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Son. I was doing the best I could. Maybe… maybe, you should tell me how to do it the way you like best," she said earnestly, eager to do whatever was necessary to help her son. And she was just as eager to do anything that might relieve the relentless burning deep in her little cunt.

"Well… okay, I guess I could do that," Tom said slowly. "First, Mom, try to make it as soft as you can when you suck my prick. When you sucked me hard, it didn't feel as good to me as when you did it real soft and gentle, like a tease."

"Oh. Do you mean like this?" Carly asked as she bent her head to her son's cock once again.

She put her mouth over the cockhead and, keeping only the lightest touch of her lips, started moving her head up and down. She licked the big thick cock, going faster with each stroke.

"Yeah, Mom, that's the right touch all right but now you're starting to go too fast. That take it slow and easy so that every stroke feels just a tiny bit better than the one just before it," Tom instructed.

A part of Carly resented her young son giving her instructions on how to suck cock when she had been sucking Ralph's for years. But she was eager to please her son, and herself in the process. She held back any angry retorts that, sprang to her mind, and concentrated instead on sucking Tom's prick just the way he liked.

She slowed down now and Tom again arched his hips, fucking his prick into her mouth. She worked her way up and down his prick with her mouth, and she could feel the turgid prick growing harder inside her mouth.

"Is that the right way?" she asked, slipping his cock out of her mouth.

"Yeah, Mom, that's it. And one other thing… it feels really good if you get my prick all wet with your spit. Then, make a kind of ring with your thumb and forefinger. Don't press too hard with your fingers, but just let them follow your mouth," Tom said.

"Oh, okay," Carly said with a smile. "And every once in a while, pull your mouth away from my prick and wrap your hand around the head and moved it around, but not too much," Tom said.

"And not so much so that the saliva dries out, right?" Carly asked.

"Right. You got it!" Tom said and they both laughed.

Carly eagerly moved her mouth back to the boy's cockhead, licking all around and over. Then she licked up and down the full length of his cock, wetting his prick thoroughly with her saliva, just the way he had instructed her.

When the entire prick was wet and shiny, she made a ring with her thumb and index finger. She couldn't possibly get them all the way around the thick cockshaft. She moved her hand so that her fingers covered all of the underside and part of the rest of the cock.

As she moved her mouth up the prickshaft, she followed with her fingers, which moved easily on the spit-slickened cock. When she reached the prickhead with her hungry mouth, she moved her face almost all the way off so her fingers could graze over the sensitive pleasure strand.

"Aaaarghhh," Tom groaned, trying to keep his desire in check. He tried to keep up the act of feeling nonchalant about the whole thing. In truth, though, having his own mother suck him off was the greatest thrill of his young life.

Carly's mouth moved down the quivering cockshaft again, and then back. This time, she took her mouth all the way off his prick and wrapped her hand around the slick, bulbous cock-knob. She rotated her hand, back, and forth.

She looked at her son when she sent her hand back to the base of his cock.

"You're a quick learner, Mom. That was pretty good," Tom said. He didn't want to tell her that he had almost come on the spot.

"Good. I-I enjoyed it, too, Son," Carly admitted shyly.

"What do you know about the underside of a guy's cock?" Tom asked her now.

"Well, I know that it's very sensitive," Carly said.

"Have you ever used your tongue on that part of Dad's cock?" the boy asked eagerly.

"Sure. Your father loved that," Carly responded, feeling a pang of sadness.

"I love it too, Mom!"

Carly moved her head back to her son's cock and bobbed up and down on his cockhead for a few seconds. Then she moved her mouth around to the underside of Tom's prick and flicked her tongue across as fast and hard as she possibly could.

"Unnnhhh," Tom groaned.

Feeling pleased and very proud of her cock licking abilities, Carly continued to lash the underside of the boy's cock with her tongue. She felt the hard rod of his prick beginning to tremble violently.

"Awwwww, shiiiit, nooo!" Tom cried, sitting up and puffing his prick away from his mother's mouth. As quickly as he could, he put hi fingers against the underside of his prick and his thumb on the topside of his cockhead. Then he pressed them together, his face wearing a strained expression.

He released the pressure and then pinched his cock again, harder this time. He repeated the move, harder still. Finally, he took his hand away from his prick and let out a long sigh. He breathed deeply and looked at his mother who was watching him with a stunned expression on her beautiful face.

"Whew! That was a close one!" the boy breathed.

"I'm amazed that you know how to do that," Carly said, her voice filled with admiration.

Carly's nostrils flared.

"But, son," she said now, trying to keep her voice calm and even, "you didn't have to stop yourself from coming. You could have come!"

The woman felt cheated. She had been hoping for a big mouthful of her son's cum.

"Thanks, Mom. It's not that I didn't think it would be okay with you," the boy said. "It's just that the idea of coming inside a woman's mouth really turned me off."