Harry Stevens - Hot sister next door

So that's who he's been fucking, Cindy concluded, recalling her son's boast that he wasn't cherry.

She took a deep breath as she pictured the Carlton girl and thought about herself being in competition with such a freckle-faced piece of teenage fluff.

"Well, I'll make him forget all about that little bitch," she vowed.

Cindy stripped quickly. Then she went to the couch and called for Randy.

He emerged hesitantly from the kitchen where he'd been puttering with the back door. His naked mother sprawled in sexual readiness on the couch, one leg hooked over the backrest and the other lolling on the floor. Wide open to begin with, she'd put the focus even more on her pussy by fingering the lips as far apart as they'd go.

"Like me?" she crooned.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Randy muttered, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"You don't sound like it," Cindy noted. "Maybe you're getting tired of me already."

"That's not it, Mom," Randy said. "It's just that I've got something on my mind, that's all."

"And I think I know who she is!" "You don't know anything!" Randy snapped. "Just lay off, Mom!"

It was not going well. But Cindy wasn't about to give up on getting laid. She'd just change her approach, that's all, backing off on the questions and doing what she did best. After all, being fucked was the important thing, not Suzie Carlton.

"Okay," Cindy agreed, "I won't pry. Your private life is your own – except, of course, for the part of it you spend with me."

"Jesus, Mom!" Randy rasped. "Can't you see I don't feel like fucking you tonight."

And then Cindy played the ace up her sleeve, purring, "Not even in the ass?"

It was the one way Randy hadn't fucked her yesterday. Now Cindy made it clear that her tightest fuck hole was there for the taking, rolling over and raising her plump ass in the air. When she parted her asscheeks, the pucker of her ass throbbed in exposure just above her rear-spread pussy, automatically catching Randy's eye and stimulating his imagination.

"Just think about your big cock in my tight, little asshole," Cindy purred some more. "Yes, Randy, fucking me right where I shit."

Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted the familiar bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Her plan was working.

"Well?" she crooned, slipping a finger into her asshole.

"I-I've never fucked anyone in the ass," Randy stammered, watching his mother's every move.

"That's what I thought, and why I figure you won't be able to resist now. Fucking a pussy's one thing. But fucking ass – well, you just can't know what it's like until you've tried it."

She added another finger in her shitter.

"See, I'm widening it for your cock," she explained. "So you won't hurt me too much when you fuck me there. Just enough for the pain to get me off without your big prick ripping me to pieces."

Probing herself deeply, she accidentally farted.

"Mmmm, I'm opening up already," she sighed without a trace of embarrassment.

Then, after a metallic whine from Randy's direction, she knew she had him hooked. His fly was open. His hand fumbled inside his pants. When it emerged, he clutched his helplessly rigid prick.

"All I have to do is stick it in?" he choked with anticipation.

"Something greasy would help," Cindy suggested. "You know, to make your cock and my ass nice 'n slippery so you'll just slide right in me. Find something you can use in the bathroom."

"Whatever you say, Mom," Randy answered in tbe small voice of a little boy who'd just been brought into line by parental authority. "Anything else?"

"Get out of those clothes," Cindy told him. "Just doesn't seem right if we're both not naked when you're fucking me, darling."

Randy sheepishly nodded and left for the bathroom. When he returned, he was stripped to the skin, the muscles of his crotch seeming to clutch the base of his cock as it jutted from between his legs.

In his hand was a tube of ointment. He brought it to the couch, where his mother still knelt on all fours with her asscheeks flared.

"What do I do?" he nervously asked.

"Start by giving me a lube job," Cindy replied. "Get that stuff all over your fingers, then smear it all around, inside and outside of my asshole."

Trembling somewhat, Randy squirted a generous amount of the gooey ointment on his fingertips. Then he brought his hand to his mother's waiting ass pucker, her own hands gone now. At first his contact with the narrow opening was uncertain. But when his middle finger slipped so easily into Cindy's shitter, his confidence instantly mounted.

"Put in another one. And deep," Cindy urged.

His second finger surged into her shit pit. He wriggled them around, testing the give within the limited space. With the help of the ointment, his mother's asshole was surprisingly elastic.

"I'll bet you could get your whole hand in there if you tried."

"Really want me to, Mom?" Randy panted, already squeezing some more from the tube with his free hand onto the other one.

"Just try me," Cindy beckoned.

Randy tested with a third finger. It fit. Next was his thumb. This was more difficult, but applying ointment on it as it entered, Randy got his thumb in.

"Oooooooh, my ass has never felt so full," Cindy crooned with delight. "Now go for it all."

Randy's little finger was left. He snaked it inside, then took a lingering view of what he'd accomplished. His mother's asshole, so small just moments before, had been stretched around the width of his wrist.

But Cindy still wasn't satisfied. "Make a fist, make a fist."

Randy didn't think it could be done. His greasy fingers proved him wrong, though, curling into a ball within his mother's ever yielding asshole. Then he felt the liquid warmth of her seeping shit between his knuckles, making the penetration even more slippery. It was possible to drive in even farther if he chose.

"Yes, fistfuck me!" Cindy declared, seeming to read his mind.

Randy punched into her, actually hearing her shitty bowels gurgle. The spasms from her ass rippled all the way up his arm to his shoulder.

By this point his hard-on was a flexing muscle which seemed like it might burst right out of its skin. It angled almost straight up from his crotch, the pulsing veins trying to pump even more blood into his prickshaft and cockhead.

"Give me the grease," Cindy said.

Randy handed it to her.

"And your cock, too," she added.

He shifted around so she could reach his crotch, while his fist remained, for the time being, in her ass.

Cindy squeezed the contents of the tube directly onto Randy's hard-on, leaving a gooey trail from root to tip. Then tossing the ointment aside, she gave him a brief handjob that left his smeared fuck tool gleaming with a sticky sheen.

"You've fistfucked me long enough," she told him. "Only your cock will do in my ass now."

Randy pulled out, his knuckles popping into the open. They were smudged with shit. He wiped his fingers in brown trails along his mother's back, while guiding his lubed prick toward its target with his free hand.

Cindy's asshole still yawned from the fistfuck, her exposed shitter tunnel a vibrant pink except for the caramel trickle of liquid shit which leaked from it down onto her cunt. Randy put his oiled cockhead into the equally glistening ass mouth.

"All you have to do is shove, sweetheart, and my ass'll just swallow up your cock," Cindy prompted.

But Randy hesitated. So Cindy rocked back on her knees. His big prick was suddenly in her, sinking deeper by the second as she forced its insertion.

She didn't let up until her son was in her to his balls, which she felt throbbing against her cunt just a notch below. To her rear, she heard Randy gasping with astonishment at how easily she'd taken his whole prick up her ass.