Tom Allison - Two moms,too wild

Jimmy took her hand and put it on the root of his prick. Sondra got the message. She started beating her boy's meat hard and fast, whipping her fist in a blur up and down the cum-slippery shaft of his aching prick.

"Harder!" Jimmy winced and twisted his head back and forth, unable to stand the maddening pleasure of his mother's feverish pricksucking. "Squeeze my balls, play with them! Ahhh, Christ, it's gonna really blow this time!"

Sondra's cheeks flushed crimson as she sucked the delicious hard-on as hard as she could. Her left hand kneaded his ball sag, gently encouraging him to shoot his load. She tightened her right hand around his cock as she savagely pumped.

"Ahhh, Momma!"

The kid's cum shot up his swollen cock shaft to spray out of the tip of his prick. The first blast hit the back of Sondra's mouth, splattering onto her tongue. She nearly came on the spot as she reveled in the taste of her son's cock milk. Sondra sucked and jacked his prick tirelessly as she busily gulped down all of the shooting spunk.

She loved the taste of his jism. She hated to miss a single drop, but this afternoon there was more of his wad than she could handle.

Jism bubbled out of her mouth around his pulsing cock shaft, dripping down her chin like slimy snail trails.

"Oh, Son!" Sondra took his cock out of her mouth and licked his prick adoringly. "What a big load you just gave your mother!"

"Can I fuck Mrs. Williams soon?" Jimmy asked eagerly.

Sondra giggled at his never-ending horniness. "Of course you can!"

"Rub a little lower, Mom," Dwight said with a wince. "Christ, when am I ever going to learn?"

"You should be more careful in practice, honey," Betty said, kneading the thick muscles running in columns along his spine. "One of these days you're really going to hurt yourself."

"Yeah, I guess. But this is just a little sprain ah, darn, is that sore!"

Dwight lay on his stomach on his bed, his cheek on the pillow and just a brief towel covering his naked body. Betty sat on the mattress beside him, rubbing his thick muscles.

He had come home limping, and it had been only natural for her to ask what was wrong. It had been right, not her, who had suggested the rubdown.

And she wished he hadn't. All Betty had on was a bathrobe that tied around the waist with a terrycloth sash. Her huge naked tits jiggled freely under it, and she could feel fuck juices in her hairy cunt.

She knew now that she should have refused her teen's innocent request for a massage. It was too dangerous to tempt herself with the sight of his naked body. But the deed had been done, and now Betty helplessly felt her lust worsening as her fingers moved on his flesh.

"What'd you do today?" Dwight asked casually.

"I… I went to see that seamstress," Betty murmured distractedly.

"Sondra Noran?" Dwight grinned. "Man, she's really a fox! What a pair of legs!"

Betty giggled nervously. "Please don't talk that way in front of your mother, darling."

Suddenly Dwight rolled over, and Betty gasped as the towel almost slid from his hips.

He yawned and stretched his arms overhead.

"Could you get my chest too, Mom? That damn linebacker really nailed me a good one. I ache all over."

Betty hesitated, then dropped her hands to his chest. Thick, wiry hairs curled between his small male nipples, and she felt her cunt throbbing as she ran her fingers through his hair. Involuntarily she glanced down at the towel, and was shocked to see something big and thick growing under it, pushing up from his leg.

"That feels good, Mom."

"I'll bet it does."

"You're really great for doing this. I'll bet most moms don't take care of their kids anywhere near as good as you."

"Why, thank you, darling!"

Betty automatically leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. But when she sat up again and continued the massage, her son's eyes were no longer on her face.

Instead they were trained about a foot lower. Betty felt her cheeks blushing as she glanced down at herself. The robe had opened, and her deep white cleavage was provocatively exposed to her son.

"Whoops!" Laughing nervously, the stacked mother tugged the halves of her robe together. "I guess I ought to start wearing more…"

Then her words trailed off as she noticed her son's crotch. Dwight looked embarrassed. The mere glimpse of her spongy tit flesh had given him a gigantic hard-on, standing obscenely through the towel, turning the towel into an unmistakable tent.

"I'm sorry," Dwight whispered.

"No, don't be sorry… nothing wrong it's just normal!" Betty found herself giggling childishly, losing all control over her secret longings. "You can't help it, you're just human…"

The words trailed off again. Betty's soft sigh was the only sound in the bedroom as she looked shamefully back at the towel. Her boy's prick had gotten even stiffer. His cock looked like an iron pipe under the cloth, and she could see the way his prick was throbbing, pulsing obscenely with cum and blood.

Betty put her hands on his chest again, but didn't stay there. Instead, her hands moved down as if they had a will of their own. The next thing she knew, she had, pulled the towel from Dwight's naked body.

There was her boy's huge prick, the same hard-on she had so lovingly sucked and fucked the night before. His cock twitched over his muscled stomach, seamed by a huge, bloated vein running up the underside of his prick.

His cock-knob was the size of a small apple, crimson and shiny, with a milky drop of precum smeared on the tip. Betty felt her pussy flooding. Her child had such a magnificent cock…

"Oh, Son."

Abandoning her conscience, the horny mother hungrily wrapped her hand around Dwight's aching cock. Dwight just looked at her. Betty shuddered as she started beating his meat fast and hard, whipping her fist furiously up and down his nine-inch prick.

"It's all stiff and swollen, Dwight," she hissed. "This is where you need a good rub down! Not just your back!"

His cock throbbed hotly in her hand, and, with every pumping stroke, she coaxed another drop of pre-cum out of his tingling prick-knob. Dwight sighed gnd smiled with shameless pleasure. He started to move his ass off the bed, fucking his prick through his mother's fingers.

"Harder, Mom! That feels really good!"

"Oh, Son, it feels good to me too!" Betty purred. "I'm… I'm jacking your cock off, Son! Oh God, your dick feels so fucking big in my fist!"

Her hand pumped in a blur as she jerked his cock as fast as possible. Betty's mouth was full of saliva, her lust demanding that she begin sucking his cock. Groaning loudly, she dropped her head and sucked the first several inches of his drooling prick between her lips.

His cock tasted fantastic, the same luscious taste she had savored the day before. Betty flared her nostrils for air and clasped her lips in a tight circle around his hard prick. She puckered her cheeks and sucked his prick violently, bobbing her head need fully over his crotch.

"Oh, Momma!" Dwight curled his finger into her thick brown hair, arching his hips off the bed. "That's so good, Mom! Oh Jesus, suck on my dick! Suck all the cum out! Ah, good!"

Betty bucked her head harder up and down, wantonly fucking her face with her teenager's rock-hard cock. It felt good to suck his cock in and out of her buttery throat, to choke herself on the swollen stalk of his prick meat. She almost wanted to punish herself for the craven intensity of her prick-sucking lust.

His cock kept on swelling, stretching her lips wide. Salty jizz seeped freely up from his balls, and she swirled her tongue around his bulbous prick-knob to slurp up every drop. Now that he was awake and knew what she was doing, now that she had given in completely to her desires, Betty desperately wanted to give him the best cock-sucking of his life.