Nick Eastwood: Peeping naughty mom

"Ohhhhh, I'm coming, whaaahhhhhhhh!" she howled.

Jeff drew back and let the pleasure-spasms take over her body. He couldn't do muck when she was rocking and bucking like that. But the moment she started to go still again, he gave her the surprise he'd been saving. He crammed his slippery but rigid tongue into the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole, pushing it in clear to the root.

This was something even his father hadn't done to her. She'd never had anything up her ass before, and she couldn't believe how wickedly exciting it felt. Jeff tongue-fucked her tight little shitter, and she went wild, screaming with pleasure and clawing the bed.

She couldn't believe how fast she hurtled toward yet another powerful climax. Her asshole was unbelievably sensitive.

She wondered if she could some just from his tongue plowing in her shitter, and she soon got her answer. She felt a violent hot explosion of pleasure that began deep up her ass and quickly radiated out to engulf her whole body. Jeff felt her sizzling brownie clamping around his tongue, then heard her scream, and he knew he'd accomplished his goal.

He should have waited for her to stop coming, but by now his lust was overpowering, and he just had to find some relief for his nearly bursting hard-on. While she was still wailing and convulsing, he rolled her over onto her back and threw himself onto her, digging his rock-hard cock as deep as he could into her wet and boiling box. He started fucking her hard, unable to control his urgent lust.

"Take it, Mom, take my cock," he groaned. "Yes, baby, give it to me, fuck me," Janet gurgled.

She wanted to reward him for the fantastic pussy-eating he'd just given her. She wished there was some equally kinky surprise she could give him – and just maybe there was. It was hard to think of anything Lisa hadn't shown him, but there was just a chance that he hadn't experienced this yet. As he pistoned his stiff cock in her juicy cunt, his mother wriggled her little finger up his asshole and started to pump it.

"Holy shit!" Jeff gasped.

"Like that?" Janet grinned.

"Shit, yes," he groaned, "I love it."

Somehow having her stiff little finger up his ass, pumping to the same rhythm as his cock, drove him out of his mind with excitement. He fucked into her faster and faster, till the bed creaked and quivered. He felt her cunt tightening steadily around his jackhammering cock, and his balls swelled to the point of explosion. He groaned and thrust his prick into her as deep as he could get it, and she thrust her finger hard into the depths of his ass.

"Awwww, Mom, I'm coming, awwww!" he howled.

This was going to be a hard act to follow, but Janet knew what they'd be doing even more kinky and exciting things than this in the long hot summer that stretched before them.

Janet couldn't believe the summer was over, it had gone so fast, but here she was putting Jeff on a plane for home. They exchanged affectionate hugs and kisses, but no bystander would have guessed that mother and son had been lovers all summer long.

Janet sighed as she watched Jeff disappear up the crowded ramp to the plane. She wondered if she'd ever again get the sexual thrills and fulfillment she'd had with her own teenage son. It wouldn't be long before she found out, because Russ was arriving at the same airport and just a few minutes from now.

Naturally he'd want to go straight to her place and make love.

She tried to remember their one love-making session last June. She recalled having enjoyed it very much, but it was vague in her mind. Since then she'd made love with Jeff hundreds of times. Could Russ really take Jeff's place in her bed? She was concerned about her incestuous addiction to her son. Maybe she just ought to confess the whole thing to Russ.

That would be the honest thing to do, yet if she told him she'd been fucking her own kid, he might not want to marry her. She was still debating about this decision when she heard Russ shout her name. She picked him out of the crowd, grinned, and waved. At least she was still attracted to him, no doubt about that. They ran to each other and kissed hard.

"Jesus, am I glad to be back," Russ sighed. "Let's get my luggage and get out of here."

"The martinis are chilled and waiting at my house," Janet grinned.

They chatted happily on the drive into town, and Janet knew she was going to be very happy with Russ for a husband. But she still hadn't decided whether to tell him her guilty secret. It seemed the right thing, yet it might cost her his love. She was still fretting about it as she parked the car and they went into her house.

One quick martini and they were on their way to the bedroom. Neither one of them had mentioned Jeff, and maybe this was the time. As they began taking off their clothes, Janet tried to gather her courage for the big confession. It just wouldn't be right to marry Russ without telling him what she'd done. But she was temporarily distracted as she watched her ruggedly handsome fiance stripping naked.

She'd forgotten what a terrific body he had. She felt wildly aroused as she ogled his heavily muscled arms and legs and his powerful hair matted chest. Then she went wide-eyed as he skinned out of his shorts and uncovered his massive thick cock. She was used to Jeff's teenage prick, and she got horny as hell as she ogled this monster.

She hurried to take off the rest of her clothes, and Russ stood there and watched her, his face flushed with lust. He ogled her big ripe tits and dark little bush, and then he gave a lusty growl, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her over to the bed. Janet was boiling with lust by now, and as he laid her down she knew this was her very last chance to be honest with him.

"Russ," she said, "there's something I really feel I ought to tell you."

"Oh, Christ," he groaned, "don't tell me you changed your mind while I was gone?"

"Oh, no, darling," Janet cried, "I want to marry you more than anything in the world."

"So what's the problem?" he asked.

Janet blushed beet red. She was finding it very hard to explain things. "Well, I guess you could say that I have unusual tastes when it comes to sex," she answered.

"Oh?" Russ chuckled. "I'm delighted to hear that, honey, because I'm pretty kinky myself."

"But, Russ," she said desperately. "I'm trying to tell you that while you were gone…"

He clapped a hand over her mouth and said firmly, "Look, Janet, we were apart for three months. Nobody can be expected not to get horny for three months. So maybe we did a few things we didn't intend to do. Let's just forget it, okay? Let's just start with a clean slate."

Janet nodded. He was absolutely right. It hadn't occurred to her that Russ might have done some fooling around, too, but the idea didn't make her jealous. It was only natural. She hadn't gone three months without sex, and she could hardly expect him to. So there was no need to explain to each other. Janet breathed a big sigh of relief. Russ pulled her into his arms and gave her a steamy lingering tongue kiss that made her cream till her pussy was soaked.

When they finally came up for air, Russ leered at her and said, "Now, about your unusual tastes in sex, would you care to give me a him?"

"Sure," Janet leered back, "why don't you just lie back and let me give you a demonstration?"

Russ obediently stretched out on his back, and Janet drooled at the sight of his massive eight-incher. It stood up at right angles to his body, as thick as her wrist and drooling rivers of hot cream. She hurried to straddle him in the sixty-nine position, her wet pussy an inch from his face, her eager lips poised right over his stiff-standing cock.

"How about this for openers, darling?" she purred.

"Fantastic," Russ chuckled, his hot breath tickling her swollen slit, "and after that plane ride, I really need a snack."