Kevin Sellers: Two hot moms

"If you want me to fuck you all that bad, Mom, you're going to have to beg for it. Come on, let's hear you beg! Beg for my cock!"

"Please!" The word ripped from her, torn out by the taunting nearness of that lush, pulsing prick. "Please! Oh – oh you bastard, stuff it in me – pleeeeeease!"

With that mournful sob and a thrust of her hips she tried desperately to impale her boiling cunt on her son's cock.

Her efforts made him laugh, and he pushed her back on the bed in a strong, hard grip. "So I'm a bastard, huh? That makes you a bitch then, doesn't it? Tell me, Mom, tell me you're a bitch!"

"Duh – damn you, I'm a bitch!" she cried, clawing at his ass. "I'm your bitch, and you're going to fuck the shit out of me right now before I die! Now get it in my pussy, you mother-fucking little bastard! Thick my cunt! Oh my fucking baby, give me every mother-fucking inch!"

Her hips rolled up with eager lunging fury, cuntlips smacking for his cock like a drooling thirsty mouth.

Unable to withstand that insatiable urging, Dave groaned. "Oh shit, your pussy's too much! Take it, bitch! Take it all, you fucking bitch!"

He slammed down and his massive prick split her pussylips wide and pounded home. "Gaaaaahhhh!"

Melanie shrieked with that first torturous thrust. Her body thrashed upward with eager spasming surges as he began to slide his cock meat in and out, quickly picking up speed.

All Dave's attention was now totally focused on giving his mother the most thorough fucking yet. Caught up in the fantasy of having a mom who was his own personal bitch, he speared his cock to her with vicious twisting lunges that wrenched her pussy wide. The intensity of each thrust pinned her ass to the bed with a wild sobbing shudder, but she hunched up for more just as if she got this kind of fucking every day.

Within moments they were both pumping and heaving in a gasping ecstasy of mutual abandon, mother and son crushing together and their sweaty bodies slapping loudly with their unleashed passions.

Suddenly Melanie climaxed in a explosion of bliss, and soared up with a strength that lifted her son in a twitching tumble stop her.

"Naaahhhnnn!"

She screamed with open rapture, taking the full weight of his body behind that last, delicious plunge of cock meat into her steaming pussy.

It was too much for Dave to withstand. He moaned, and his balls tingled. The first geyser of cum jetted deep into his mother's pussy and was immediately followed by another and another.

They came in simultaneous unity, clinging to each other in utter oblivion with blast after blast of orgasm.

Dave had never been so drained before. Even as the last small splatters of jism dribbled into her cunt she undulated up, eyes glazed, breath panting out hotly on his face in a luxury of completion.

When at last, thoroughly intoxicated, with cum and climax, she sank back on the bed in an ecstatic heap, he managed a weak little laugh.

"Ohhh, shit! Oh man… Hey, Mom?"

"Muhh…" Eyes slowly unglazing, Melanie dimly heard his voice.

"I can fuck you anytime from now on, can't, I mean, we don't ever have to stop now, do we?"

She smiled hazily at those words, her soaked, bloated pussy still clinging to that scrumptious prick in an effort to suck the final droplets from it. "Uhhm… no darling, never. Ahhhhh. We'll never stop, never ever."

She purred in a cloud of satiation, happier than she'd been in a long, long time.

And as Dave finally rose and began to dress, he was feeling pretty good himself.

They were mother and son, but now they were lovers as well.

And nothing was going to change that. Nothing at all.

"Hey, Dave! Where you been?"

Josh called out from behind his motorcycle as Dave spotted him and trotted around the hedge, coming up the driveway with a large grin plastered on his face.

"Hi! Working on your bike, huh? Think you'll ever get it running?"

His voice was as casual as if nothing at all had happened, and Josh couldn't keep the curiosity out of his reply. "Forget that. What happened with your mom? Man, I thought she'd bust your ass good!"

"Aw, it wasn't so bad." Dave shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "She just gave me a big lecture, and… uh, that's about all. It's okay now, she's not mad anymore. They can sure surprise you when they want to."

He knelt down beside his friend, almost on the point of blurting out the whole truth but not quite daring to.

And for his part, Josh had the vague feeling some details had been, left out. After seeing Mrs. Patterson all bent out of shape last night, he found it hard to believe she wasn't still upset. "Well, that's great. You mean she didn't ground you or anything?"

"Uh uh." Embarrassed at keeping a secret from his best friend, he tried to change the subject. "Come on, let's see if we can get this thing running again."

"She's not even mad anymore?" Josh persisted, prying for details. "What the hell'd you do to cool her off? After last night I thought your ass was fried! What the hell happened?"

His probing stare weakened Dave's resolve and, despite himself, a small, secretive grin flitted across his face. "Oh, nothing much. We just, uh, kind of talked things out, that's all."

"Oh, sure." Josh's face scrunched into a look of frank disbelief, and his eyes lit with the first small hint of realization. "She didn't look ready to talk from what I saw! She looked like she needed a different kind of cooling off – is that how you got out of trouble? Did you slip your old lady what she was really after? Oh slit, just look at your face! You did it! You really slipped her the meat, didn't you? Holy shit!"

His words rose to a gleeful chortle as Dave flushed furiously. His expression gave him away. He glowered, unable to hide it. "The hell I did! And if you go spreading that around…"

"Hey, not me!" Josh raised his hands in the air, grinning from ear to ear. "We're friends, remember? And besides… well, you're not the only one with a mom that likes that kind of talk."

Before he quite knew it, Josh was pouring out everything that had happened in the past days – the way his own mom had unexpectedly displayed her horniness as well, and the events that had piled up one after another, growing wilder and less inhibited with each new session.

Dave's blue eyes grew wider and wider until they bulged at the vivid images of Mrs. Jones doing all those things with his best friend.

Within moments both boys were engrossed in revealing their experiences of the past days, baring all the secrets they'd kept hidden from each other until now. In a haze of mutual realization they swapped stories, and a new understanding slowly crept between them.

As revelation followed revelation, a plan began to form. After all, Dave and Josh were best friends. And best friends always share, don't they?

The morning seemed to go on forever. Melanie went about her routine chores as if nothing had happened, but all she could think of was David. Her cunt still tingled with the sensation of his throbbing prick, and no matter how she tried she couldn't get her mind off it.

In fact, the sheer hunger that seemed to glow within her was a bit frightening in itself. She had never experienced a feeling like this before, not even during the height of her marriage. She was becoming obsessed, and she knew it. The memory of Dave's lush, throbbing cock, the feel of it sliding between her cuntlips or pulsing in her mouth, was so vivid she found herself creaming with wicked anticipation merely at the thought of experiencing those things again just as soon as she could.

Melanie smiled to herself, just imagining the look on Donna's face if she found out. Not even the insatiable redhead would dream that Melanie had discovered the kind of fulfillment she needed most right under her own roof. And as unhealthy as their relationship might seem to other people, it couldn't be totally wrong to feel the way she felt now. David was her son, but he was her lover too. And if that only made their love all the more complete, how could it be wrong?