Tom Allison - Two horny moms

"Unnggghh! Oh God, oh fucking God!" Jill shivered and writhed between them, desperately trying to get both cocks all the way inside her at once. "I can't staaand it! Fuck me! Fuck my ass off! Do it haaaard!"

"Come on, Mike, fuck the slit out of her!" Bill gasped. "Mom's asshole's really sucking on my cock! She's gonna cum!"

Panting and sweating, both naked teenagers started fucking her ravished nakedness as hard as they could. Jill humped madly between them, groaning and shrieking as her body began to ache in expectation of cumming.

Her lubed-up asshole throbbed violently, sucking tightly around her son's prick as he pounded her ass furiously. Her cunt was dripping wet with fuck oil, swimming in the hot cunt cream that drooled out of her pussy around Mike's pistoning cock.

"Fuuuck meeee!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck harder! Fuck my pussy, Mike! Awww Son, fuck the shit out of my asshole! I'm cumming, cumming, cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Her whole body exploded. Jill's jaw sagged open and her face flushed crimson as the spasms of cumming swept through her loins. She thought she would black out as her pussy and asshole sucked simultaneously around the twin-pronged cock.

"Oh, fuck, I can't hold it!" Mike winced as her throbbing, juicing, cumming cunt milked his pistoning cock. "Ahhhhh…"

The white cream gushed up from his balls, fountaining deeply into the horny mother's slippery cunt. At the same time Jill felt her son's cock shaft exploding jism into her asshole.

Wildly she rocked between them, feeling her holes contract automatically to suck out their wads of jism. Mike's cock shot off for a long time, spraying the inner walls of her pussy with his squirting spunk. Bill's heavy load filled her asshole, burbling obscenely out of the puckered ring around his hammering cock.

At ten the next Saturday morning, Beth Watson stood in her kitchen in her bikini, hurriedly fixing breakfast for her son. She wanted to feed Mike and get him out of the house so she could do some sunbathing. Then, with the sweat dripping from her flesh, she knew she'd retreat to the bedroom for a long, frustrating afternoon of finger-fucking.

For some reason Mike hadn't been spending much time at home for the past few days, preferring to renew his old acquaintance with Bill. Beth was glad to see her son's social life improve, but not at the expense of her hot, horny pussy.

Bill wasn't coming over to fuck her anymore. Beth's conscience told her that this was for the test, that she'd had no business fucking a teenager, regardless of how good a hump he'd been.

But her creamy pussy paid no attention to her conscience at all. On one hand Beth knew that she couldn't call Bill over and ask him to fuck her. On the other, she felt that she'd go mad if she didn't get his big prick stroking inside her again.

As she fixed Mike's breakfast, the big-titted mother rubbed her thighs together in a desperate attempt to stop the wetness seething through her fuck channel. I need to fuck, she thought, over and over again. The nipples of her huge tits stiffened through the bikini top with the shameless intensity of the thought.

Need to fuck, need to fuck…

"Mike!" she cried abruptly, putting the plate on the kitchen table beside the orange juice she'd already laid out. "Your breakfast is ready!"

Mike entered the kitchen a minute later. Beth was surprised to see that he wore only his jockey shorts, and a flush of embarrassment coursed through her face as she found herself staring intently at his crotch. Her breath caught in her throat – her son had an exceptionally large prick.

"Uh, have a seat, darling," she said distractedly. "You don't want your breakfast to get cold, to you?"

Mike took his seat at the table. But before he did he cast a long look over her voluptuous body, running his eyes up her bare thighs to her slim waist, ogling the deep cleavage of her enormous tits.

The blush in Beth's cheeks deepened. Mike had never looked at her body so brazenly before. Several times she'd caught him admiring her abundant tits, but never like this.

"Could I have some milk too, Mom?" Mike said, pushing his chair close to the table.

"'Course," Beth replied distractedly. Opening the refrigerator, she took out the carton and leaned across the table, practically dangling her huge tits over the bacon and eggs as she deposited it in front of her only child. "You might as well finish it. I have to go to the store and…"

Then she stopped speaking as she felt a hot hand slide up her back, moving to the knot holding her D-cup bikini bra together. Beth gasped as her son boldly undid it with a flick of his fingers. Before she could catch the bra it had fluttered to the floor, exposing her huge, naked tits to her son.

"Michael!" Beth cried, stepping back and covering her fat, rosy nipples with her hands. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

"Just having some fun, Mom!"

Mike pushed the plate away and stood up, grinning as he reached for his mother. Never before had Beth seen him with such a bold, lewd expression. She moaned softly as she shot a quick glance at his crotch, and saw the size of the now rock-hard cock throbbing through his jockey shorts.

"Fun? Is that your idea of fun?" she shot back indignantly. "Mike, you are never again to do anything like that to me! Ever! Do you understand me?"

Doing her best to cover her jiggling tits with her forearm, the stacked mother leaned over to retrieve her bikini bra. Then she gasped again as her horny son pushed her hand out of the way. Cupping both her tits, he squeezed them hungrily before she pulled away.

"Michael! My God, what has come over you?"

"I'm just horny, Mom," Mike whispered. "Shit, you've got nice tits! You turn me on so fucking much when you wear your bikini!"

He pushed close to her, backing her against the kitchen wall as Beth again struggled to hold her hands over her spongy, milk-white tit melons. But Mike pushed her hands away and dropped his head to her cleavage. Squealing, Beth flailed her fists on his shoulders as her horny son glued his mouth to one rubbery-stiff nipple.

"Good God! Michael, you stop that!" In horror she looked down at him, seeing his lips puckering around the swollen red tit cap.

"Stop sucking my breast immediately! You can't do this with your mother!"

Mike paid no attention to her. Beth stiffened as his hand pushed between their bodies. The next thing she knew, he'd untied the knots holding her bikini bottom together, leaving her stark naked!

"Michael!" Now Beth tried to cover her quivering tits with one hand while holding the other over her pussy triangle. "Stop it, stop this instant! Oh God, what do you think you're doing to me?"

"I'm gonna lick your pussy, Mom," Mike moaned. "I'm going to lick your sweet cunt and make you cum!"

His cock was as hard as a poker and Beth saw that the quivering shaft had deposited cock drippings all over the front of his shorts. All at once she realized how wet her pussy was, how her son's forceful behavior and the sight of his stiff prick had filled her loins with lust.

She was amazed by her lack of resistance as he wrestled her to the floor, crawling quickly between her legs to hold her thighs apart. Beth looked up and shuddered as she saw her teenager bury his head between her legs, gluing his lips to the curly haired folds of her hot pussy.

"Oh Mom, your cunt's already so nice and wet!"

Holding her thighs apart, he thrust his tongue deep inside her buttery cunt, lapping up the fuck oil that foamed around the pouting pussylips. Beth quivered violently on the kitchen floor, feeling the weight of her D-cup tits jiggle spongily on her chest. The heat flowered through her pussy, swelling her cunt lips with desire.

She wanted him to do it now, she realized. Beth felt horribly ashamed even as her cunt began to juice and throb. It had been bad enough to fuck her son's teenaged friend, but having sex with her own child was the most obscene thing she could imagine.