Harry Stevens - Hot sister next door

"Hardly even felt my cock going in you, Mom," he said.

"You'll feel something now," Cindy promised.

She bore down from within, clamping the muscles of her ass around the length of her son's hard-on as powerfully as she could. It was more than enough.

"Pinches!" Randy blurted, with his mother's hold so tight that the excess ointment clustered where the rim of her asshole gripped the root of his prick.

"Then fight back!"

She relaxed her anal vise just enough for her son to get some leeway with his prick. He pulled back, but then lingered without thrusting back in again.

"Well?" Cindy impatiently asked.

"Don't want to hurt you, Mom."

"Then I'll hurt you," Cindy shot back. "Make you strike back like a wounded animal."

She squeezed until she felt his cockhead flatten within her. Then she swiveled her hips, twisting the exposed shaft of Randy's cock like it was a crank.

"Yeeoooww, you bitch!" Randy cursed with pain. "You're killing me!"

"So kill me back," Cindy taunted. Once more she relaxed her asshole just enough to give Randy momentum if he wanted to take advantage of it. He did.

"I'll show you, bitch!" he cursed again. "Take this!"

The goring horn of his cock tore into his mother's shitpit with a violent surge. Cindy felt like she'd been split in two, which was exactly what she craved. Now all she wanted was more of the same.

"That's it!" she cried. "Only you have to do it again – and again – and again. Oh, yes, darling, just the way you're starting to fuck my ass. You have to rip me, rip me, rip me!"

Randy's prick was moving nonstop now, pistoning in the groove of his mother's deep ass. When he fucked into Cindy, his cockhead plunged into the shitty mass of her bowels. Retreating with a lurch, he'd leave only a couple of inches inside while setting his hips for another assault. Then, his crotch bucking in, he'd charge to bury his fuck tool another time.

His prick felt good to Cindy, pulling and going in. Either way, the nerves in her fucked ass delivered the same orgasmic message to her senses. And she came and came and came, feeling as if there were a separate climax with each and every cock-thrust.

"Can't stop coming!" she gasped. "As long as you keep fucking my ass, I'll keep coming. Never get enough!"

"Think again, Mom. This time I'm gonna make you quit. Not just fuck you, but fuck you over. Fuck you until you can't stand anymore. So you beg me to quit." "That'll be the day!" Cindy crowed. "You'll see," Randy warned. While his prick continued jackhammering her ass, he reached under his mother, grabbing her dangling tits. The way he seized them made her nipples pop out between his fingers.

Cindy felt as though her trapped nipples might burst. At the same time, Randy's nails gouged into the spongy part of her tits, drawing blood.

No rapist had ever treated his victim any more brutally than Randy was doing to his mother. But Cindy was sure that she was as close as she'd ever get to heaven on earth.

"Every time you hurt me, I come even harder!" she joyously told her son. "What you're doing to my tits couldn't go better with your cock in my ass!"

This was not what Randy wanted to hear from his mother. He wanted to punish her, not please her. So his hands abruptly withdrew from her mauled tits, searching for a different place to make her suffer beyond her endurance.

Then he thought he had it. Her cunt. Suddenly it filled his hand – the hair, the meat, the juice dribbling through his gouging fingers.

"I won't stop, Mom," he vowed when he heard Cindy whimper. "Won't stop until you beg me for mercy."

And her whimper turning to a wail of pleasure, Cindy cried, "I'll only beg you for more, more, more! What you're doing to my pussy hurts even better than what you did to my tits! Hurts soooo goooood along with your ass-fucking prick!"

In frustration, Randy plunged his hand into his mother's cunt the way he'd previously done in her ass. Now he could feel his cock fucking ass just a notch away with his clenched knuckles.

His mother screamed with ecstasy, "Fantastic! Fuck me in both places at once, Randy! Your prick where I shit and your fist in my pussy! I'll come twice as much now!"

Randy realized he'd failed again to dominate his mother. But he also realized he was beginning not to care. Randy, whether he liked it or not, was about to shoot his wad.

Quickly, all that mattered to him was relieving the mounting pressure on his balls. To achieve the orgasmic release that was now his only concern, he had to fuck his mother's ass harder and faster. As he did, his cock bumped repeated against his flexing knuckles in her cunt.

And he cried that he'd gone as far as he could go. The explosion of cum followed before the echo of his voice had stopped bouncing off the bedroom walls.

"Oh, my God!" his mother cried. "What a load! I knew when you came, it'd be something special, but not this much! Where are you getting it all?"

"Don't know, Mom! My cock just keeps shooting – shooting – and shooting."

When it was finally over, his massive climax seemed to have put him in a trance. Pulling his prick from his mother's ass and his hand from her cunt, Randy stared with glassy eyes at the one smeared with female shit and the other dripping with pussy juice.

Cindy turned around just in time to see him swaying. She caught him when he pitched forward, nestling him in her arms.

"Mama's little boy's all tuckered out, isn't he?" she crooned in his ear, as if he'd turned from a man into a child the instant his balls were drained.

Randy murmured something that wasn't loud enough to understand. Cindy rumpled his hair with a tender caress.

"I know, I know," she soothed. "You're so tired after working so hard to make Mommy happy. But I know just what'll hit the spot for my baby."

As she had the day before, Cindy coaxed her son's face toward her tit. His mouth found her nipple at once. Within a moment, Randy's contented sucking was the only sound that could be heard.

Cindy received the letter and the phone call one right after another. First, she found the envelope in the mail the morning after her latest session with Randy.

Immediately recognizing that it was addressed in her daughter's handwriting, she realized that Tina had never come home after stomping from the house yesterday. Cindy had been so wrapped up with fucking Randy that, just as she had with her husband, she'd failed to notice her daughter was missing. The letter read: Dear Mom, I just can't hack it at home for the time being. Nothing personal, but you're driving me nuts. I'm tired of having to ask for everything like a little girl. I need my own space. Don't worry about me, I'll be all right. Love, Tina.

After reading it, Cindy felt bad only about not feeling bad. The fact was that she was as secretly glad to be rid of Tina as she'd been to shed herself of Tom. Because without either her daughter or husband around, it was clear sailing with Randy.

Then the phone rang.

It was Brad. What had happened to her, Cindy's brother wanted to know, why hadn't she been in touch? He was so horny for her that he didn't know whether he was coming or going.

As she listened to him, Cindy looked out the far window at the house next door for the first time since Saturday. The truth was that she'd forgotten all about her brother once she'd started fucking her son. And now, searching her soul, she sensed that the fire was gone for Brad, replaced by her lust for Randy.

There was, of course, no way she could explain this to her brother. She'd just have to invent something to keep him at a distance.

"Uh, I've been thinking, Brad," she started talking in an attempt to let her brother down easy. "Thinking about us. I know it's wonderful when you fuck me, but we can't just think of ourselves. You've got a family, and so do I. We'd be taking a terrible chance of hurting a lot of innocent people if we kept this up."