Kathy Andrews - Harder! Mom said

Sabrina felt her fingers relax, then they closed again – this time about her son's cock. She felt the hot hardness of his prick, the powerful throbbing that ran up her arm and down her body making her cunt almost convulse with orgasm. She sobbed softly as her fingers tightened about his cock and she closed her eyes in an effort to hide her intense shame. She felt her son working her hand on his prick, making her stroke it back and forth, jacking him.

But he didn't touch her.

All he did was look at her body, holding her wrist and keeping her fist moving on his cock. She could hear his heavy, excited breathing but her own seemed about to choke her.

Her fingers gripped his cock hard of their own volition, not obeying the signals from her inflamed mind. When her son turned loose her wrist, she continued to jack back and forth on his cock, her palm burning with a moist heat, tingling at the touch of her son's cock.

Then abruptly he pulled her hand off prick and moved behind her. She felt her son staring at her ass cheeks. She shivered with that strange mixture of humiliation and excitement, her hands once more balled into fists at her hips.

Brien looked at his mother's smooth back, at the shape of her beautiful ass cheeks – the twin dimples there, the way they tucked into her tantalizing thighs.

She felt one of his hands on her back, a touch almost like a feather. She could not breathe again, her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand move downward then pause at the base of her spine. And then she gasped when her son cupped one of her ass cheeks. The touch was light, but so very hot and exciting, her cunt quivered wildly.

"You like it, don't you, Mom?" she heard her son say from behind her.

"No! Ohh no, Brien," she whispered with shame. "I don't like this… please, don't touch… don't make me…"

"You do like it, Mom," he said, his voice somewhat gruff. "I know you like it when I touch you this way. I can feel you shaking and you feel so hot, so very hot!"

"I don't want… please, don't touch me again," she begged, tears streaming from her closed eyes and down her cheeks.

"Bullshit!"

The word exploded from her son. Sabrina had never heard her son say so much as "darn" or "heck". Now he had almost shouted "bullshit" at her!

"Yes, Mom… bullshit!" he said as he curled his fingers into the naked cheek of her ass. "You go for this. You really like being made to undress… to do things for me."

"No, I…"

What was wrong with her son? Why has he changed? He was always so good to her, never given her any trouble. Why was he suddenly humiliating her? Why was she allowing him to shame her this way?

The questions, so many questions and not a single answer.

Brien pulled his hand off her shaking ass and came to stand in front of her again. His eyes blazed with excitement as he stared into hers. He lifted a hand and placed it onto one of her swollen, spongy tits. Her nipples burned at his palms as he rolled it about.

"You like it," he repeated. "You love it, Mom. You know you love having me make you get naked, showing your tits and ass and that… that hairy… hairy cunt to me! You really love it! It makes you excited, all hot and bothered – doesn't it?"

"No! Oh, God… no!" she whimpered. "I don't want… it doesn't make me… please darling, don't touch me anymore!"

His fingers dug into her creamy tit. "I'll touch you anytime I want to touch you, Mom," he said. "I'll play with your tits anytime I want to."

Both his hands were on her tits now and Sabrina squeezed her eyes tight, the tears running unashamedly down her smooth cheeks. She was almost six inches taller than her son and when she opened her eyes, she could see only the top of his head. Brien was leaning close to her tits and his hot breath seared the flesh there.

"Don't!" she gasped. "Don't put my nipple in your mouth!"

Brien had not put his lips on her flesh at all and Sabrina wondered why she had said that. But the sudden giggle from her son told her she had certainly given him an idea.

But before he sucked at her nipple, he said, "Take hold of my cock again, Mom. Hold it and jack on it."

Sabrina's hand moved again as if she had no control over it. She wrapped her fingers around her son's cock and again felt it throb powerfully. When her son closed his hot, wet lips about her nipple, her fist began to pump back and forth on his cock.

She felt his tongue lick about her sensitive nipple, his lips sucking in a greedy way. She tried to make her hand stop jacking his prick but the more she tried, the harder and faster her hand moved on it.

The sucking of his mouth and the licking of his tongue on her nipple caused sparks of unwanted pleasure to flow through her body. Unwanted? "No!" her mind screamed. She did want it! She wanted her son to suck on her nipples for a long time! The shame she felt did not prevent the excitement that rumbled through her. Her fist stroked, squeezing his cock and she stood in trembling, humiliated ecstasy.

Her son was devouring her tit, squeezing into the springy flesh of the other one as he sucked and licked. His breath was hot against her satiny flesh, inflaming her desires until she was jerking on his cock almost frantically.

What if he comes? she thought. What if my son comes? What will I do if I make him come… make his cock gush that come juice? Why am I letting him make me do these wicked things? What is wrong with me? Am I crazy… is my son crazy?

She felt this cock lurching in her fist and then she gasped as the thick, hot come juice spurted across her stomach, running hotly into the thick cunt hair and down her thighs. Her son groaned as he sucked in a more furious manner at her tit, his cock spewing come juice all over her lower body.

Sabrina found herself shaking with sudden orgasm, her cunt convulsing with spasms that almost ripped her body apart. Her cunt was clutched in orgasm as her fist kept jerking on her son's squirting cock. Her legs grew weak and rubbery and she fell forward against her son, her fingers still holding his cock desperately.

Brien pulled his mouth from his mother's tit, stepping back and looking at her.

His come juice coated her stomach, white on her cunt hair, on her thighs. He grinned, stuffing his cock back into his cut-offs.

Every inch of Sabrina's naked body glowed a shameful pink and she started to stoop for her shorts.

"No, Mom," he said. "I kinda like seeing you naked. Stay that away for a while."

Sabrina stood up straight, watching her son sit down on the couch. She could not move, only stand there, his come juice still coating her flesh as he looked at her with his hot eyes.

It seemed to Sabrina she had stood for hours, but it was only minutes. Finally her son said, "Okay, Mom. You can clean up now. If you want to that is."

As if suddenly released from the invisible grip, Sabrina grabbed her blouse and shorts then almost ran to her bedroom, sobbing with shame.

The dreams changed.

For the first time since she had begun having her weird, erotic dream, they changed.

No longer was she taken before a group of boys and girls around a bonfire by her son. This time her son was the only one with her. The place he had taken her was new. She recognized nothing about it.

She was forced to undress and although it was still daylight, her son was not in the least concerned. Sabrina stood naked in a huge pasture with a few trees and nothing else. She had been forced to stand naked in the sunlight as her son gazed at her, jacking off.

That was it, the whole dream.

She had slept through the night remembering the dream when she woke up the next morning. Sabrina had slept a bit later than usual and she saw the sun was already climbing high outside her window. She stretched, feeling rested and good before the dream was remembered. And when it came to her, she was flushed with shame.