Tom Allison: Two mothers in heat

She would have to call Carla Newman, she thought. Maybe she wasn't a full-fledged counselor, but she'd had good results, and she was the only person Robyn could afford. There was something wrong with Bill, terribly wrong. It just wasn't normal for a boy to want to fuck his own mom.

Robyn pulled the covers up and tried to go back to sleep, trying to think of things that would take her mind off sex. But it was impossible. Again the remembered image of her boy's huge cock lingered in her brain.

Carla Newman was thirty-six years old, but she had always had a girlish, pixie face, and she looked much younger. There was no grey in the long, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders and her son said that her milk-white skin and freckles made her look like one of his classmates from school.

Carla looked innocent, but she was anything but that. She'd sucked and fucked countless boys since she was a girl, and she was still willing to put out for practically anything in pants. That was the reason her marriage had broken up. Her husband couldn't stand being married to a woman with such a hot, promiscuous ass.

Carla had been a high school teacher once, in another state, but that hadn't worked out very well either. It hadn't been long before the administration had had to fire her for fucking some of her students. Her husband had never found out about that, and that was why he'd approved of the counseling. Carla did have a degree in psychology, after all, and it seemed reasonable for her to put it to use advising the young.

Carl still did some counseling now, but it was only to supplement her income. Most of her money came from the alimony her husband had to pay every month. And the reason her counseling was so successful was that she never tried to preach to any of the errant young boys her suburban neighbors sent to her.

No, Carla just fucked them. That was what they wanted, really. The only reason a teenaged boy ever got in to trouble was that he wasn't getting fucked often enough, at least as far as Carla was concerned.

She loved fucking with them, and sucking their hard, young, teenaged cocks in the cramped cubbyhole she used as an office. Carla had always had, a special fondness for giving blow-jobs, for wrapping her lips around big, pulsing hard-ons and drinking down their cum. And more than anyone else, Carla loved sucking the cock of her son.

Jeff was blonde and muscular, a tall, handsome football star in his senior year of high school. Carla felt that the reason he did so well on the football field was that she always kept him happy with her mouth. She'd been giving her boy daily blow-jobs since the divorce two years ago, when her husband had left her and Jeff all alone in the apartment.

It was now seven in the morning, an hour before Jeff would have to leave for school. Carla could already feel her mouth watering for some of his big cock. Dressed in a short robe, the horny redhead left her room and padded barefoot down the hall to her son's door. She entered without knocking, finding Jeff fast asleep on his back under the covers.

Oh, fuck, Carla thought. I can't wait to suck on his prick!

She stripped off her robe, revealing her slim, petite, perfectly formed body. Carla's tits were small and rounded, and her ass was as small and supple as a teenage girl's. Giggling, the wanton mother sat on the edge of her son's bed. She studied his sleeping face for a moment, then pulled down the sheets.

Jeff's thick cock lay in a rubbery tube across his thigh. Thank God she'd had a kid with a real whopper of a cock, Carla thought, as she gently hefted his limp prick. Jeff really had a big prick, eight inches long and as thick around as her wrist. Carla loved sucking his prick so much that she sometimes went to sleep with it in her mouth.

Jeff groaned and turned his head on the pillow, blinking his eyes. Carla giggled and started jacking on his prick. Up and down her fist pumped, skillfully beating his meat. It wasn't long before her boy's cock started growing and swelling, expanding in her fist.

Jeff opened his eyes. "Hi, Mom," he said sleepily.

"Good morning, lover," Carla purred.

She jacked on the stiffening cock as fast as she could, smiling shamelessly into her son's eyes. Jeff sighed and settled back for the handjob. At least every other morning, his mother woke him up by stroking and sucking his cock. If she didn't wake him up that way, she always sucked him off under the kitchen table before he went to school.

Carla's fist moved in a blur up and down his cock and soon it was as hard as a bone. Moaning with pleasure, the naked mom withdrew her hand and inspected her handiwork. Jeff's big cock now rose in a steely crescent over his stomach, rock-hard and throbbing, bloated to bursting with cum and blood.

"My, what a big one you've got this morning, Jeffrey," said Carla, teasingly pinching the tip of his prick. Pre-cum bubbled out, coating her fingers. "In a mood for some cock-sucking, lover?"

"Aren't I always?"

Carla laughed and slid her hand to the root of his hard-on, holding it tightly in position. She slid to her side beside him, confronting the cock that pulsed in front of her face. Lewdly Carla planted wet, loving kisses all over the cock shaft, covering it from crown to base with her lips.

"Suck it, Mom," Jeff whispered.

Pursing her lips, Carla planted a wet kiss on the twitching tip of his cock. Then she gradually separated her lips, making obscene, snuffling noises as she slowly engulfed the first third of his erect cock.

She paused then, the knob brushing past her tonsils, wrapping her lips in a tight circle around the swollen shaft of his cock meat. Carla just slid her tongue tenderly around it for a moment, savoring the taste of his cock pole. Then her face flushed as she eagerly started sucking on his prick, sharply indenting her cheeks.

Carla's head bobbed up and down, lightly fucking her face with his aching cock rod. Jeff groaned and curled his fingers into her red hair, holding her head into position as if afraid that she'd get away from him. But it was hardly necessary. Jeff knew how much his loving mother craved giving blow-jobs. If he didn't stop her, she'd usually suck his cock again and again, all day and all night.

Carla bobbed her head faster, fucking her face with her son's gorgeous prick. Soon the slurping, gurgling sounds of a good blow-job filled the bedroom, as the naked redhead greedily sucked. Her hand twisted on the root of his cock in a cork-screwing motion.

Then Carla started pumping his prick shaft, beating his meat into her mouth. Jeff groaned and curled his fingers into her hair, thrusting his lean, athletic ass off the bed. Carla sucked his cock harder and harder, her face flushing. Sometimes she thought she lived for the jism she could make spurt out of his cock.

"It's gonna cum, Mom!" Jeff cried. "Keep sucking, keep sucking!"

Carla sucked the big cock as hard as she could, panting through her nose, moaning as it grew progressively stiffer and thicker between her pursed lips. Her left hand pushed between his hairy thighs, toying with his nut-sac. His balls felt big and bloated, clotted with cum. Carla couldn't wait to taste the jism spurting into her mouth.

"It's gonna squirt, Mom!" Jeff gasped, his voice rising. His face contorted as he experienced the incredible intensity of his mother's cock-sucking. "Ahh Christ, oh shit! Here it comes!"

The cock trembled to total stiffness, stretching her mouth wide. Then a fountain of sappy jism blew out of the reservoir in his balls, spraying torrentially out of his piss-slit.

It shot onto the roof of Carla's mouth, oozing down her buttery throat. The horny man whimpered as she eagerly sucked down the salty spunk, sucking and slurping even more loudly on his prick as she swallowed the juice.