Eros: Mothers and sons

"Hello, Randy," she said, in an icy voice. "Is your mother here? I'd like to have a few words with her."

"She went shopping. I don't know when she'll be back." Randy was staring at her, his eyes darting from her face to her incredible body.

"Ummm… you can stick around and wait for her, if you want, she shouldn't be too much longer."

Monica hesitated. She thought of going home, then realized that it would be too much trouble to psyche herself up again. Besides she was here now and she wasn't going to leave until she'd given that slut Alison a piece of her mind.

"All right, Randy," she said stiffly. "I will wait. Thank you very much."

Randy led her into the living room. He was also dressed for the weather, bare-chested, in denim cut-offs that clung to his firm, muscular ass. Monica blushed, feeling her cunt getting wet as she sat on the sofa.

Just about any cute, male body seemed to make her horny since she'd started fucking her son, and young Randy certainly had a cute body.

"You want some Lemonade, Mrs Walsh?"

"All right, Randy. Thank you."

Randy returned from the kitchen a minute later with two glasses.

Something was moving behind his zipper, and Monica felt her pussy getting juicier as she realized that Randy wore no underwear. It was his cock, swinging as he moved. Maybe he had a nice big one. Monica wiggled her horny ass on the cushion. smiling politely as Randy handed her the drink and sat down beside her.

"What'd you want to talk to Mom about?"

"It's personal," Monica said icily. "I'd prefer not to discuss it right now."

Randy shrugged sheepishly, then turned sideways on the couch, bracing his lower back on the padded armrest. Monica wondered why he'd changed position, until she saw how his eyes were devouring her body. Alison's son was staring at her legs and tits as openly as if he were looking at a centerfold. Monica's cheeks flushed. She started to get angry. The boy's mother was a complete whore… no wonder her son didn't know enough not to gape at a woman like some kind of horny animal.

"Randy," Monica said tersely. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Uh… sorry! " Randy's face reddened as he tore his eyes up to her face. "I didn't know I was being that obvious."

"I don't see how you could have been any more blatant about it,"

Monica replied, enjoying her answer. "Doesn't your mother teach you not to stare at a woman like some kind of dog? The way you're looking at me, it's a wonder you don't start humping my leg."

"Sorry," Randy mumbled sheepishly.

"I think you ought to learn how to keep your dirty little eyes to your own business. It's a hot day. That's why I'm dressed like this. I happen to be old enough to be your mother. Just because I dress like this, doesn't mean that I…"

Then her words trailed off abruptly as she happened to glance down at

Randy's crotch. As embarrassed and guilty as he obviously felt, the boy was still sitting there with an absolutely enormous hard-on sticking out of his shorts. Sticking out, literally! Monica's eyes bulged as she saw his meaty cock-knob had popped out of the leg of his pants, pulsing naked and obscene against his hard, muscular young thigh.

Monica gasped, opening her mouth to tell him to stuff his filthy penis back into his shorts where it belonged. Then she stopped. Her pussy was simply dripping wet now, throbbing so hard that she could barely sit still on the couch. And what better revenge could she take on Alison Ross than fucking the horny slut's own son?

"Ummmm, Randy, dear" Monica said, with a bitchy smile. "Do you always wear shorts that let your stiff cock stick out like that?"

Randy gasped, looking down at himself, immediately trying to stuff his hard-on back into his cut-offs. But Monica slid across the couch next to him before he could do it. Randy's eyes opened as wide as saucers as the gorgeous blonde mother pushed his hand aside, and lewdly fondled the pulsing knob of his prick.

"My, my, my! For a boy your age, you've really got a big one, haven't you, Randy? " she purred. "Did this big ol' thing get all stiff and hard from looking at me?"

Randy just stared at her and nodded silently, his eyes alternating between her tits and crotch. Monica spread her legs to give the boy a better look between her gorgeous long legs. His stiff young cock felt so big and hard as she squeezed and rubbed it lovingly. A good five or six inches now protruded obscenely out from the leg of Randy's tight shorts, and Monica suddenly had a desperate urge to suck the delicious-looking cock.

She slid off the couch, kneeling in front of him and calmly spreading the boy's legs apart. Randy swallowed hard as she swiftly yanked his shorts all the way down off his feet, letting his hard-on spring free and throb up to slap stiffly against his stomach.

"Ohhhh, Randy!" Monica murmured huskily. "I bet all the little girls at school just love you honey!"

Randy sprawled back on the couch, his long, stiff prick throbbing and jerking with a life of its own, the dilated hole at the tip leaking out little clear droplets of pre-cum. Monica wrapped her fingers around the boy's cock-shaft and started jacking it fast, smiling lewdly as more cum-juice oozed out of his rock-hard prick.

"Randy, what would your mother think if she walked in and caught me sucking this big cock of yours?" Monica whispered.

"She wouldn't care," Randy moaned.

"She wouldn't care?" Monica raised her eyebrows. "Well, I guess that's not surprising. I'll bet you didn't know that that horny mother of yours fucked my son! What do you think of that, hmmm? She didn't care how old he was! Your mother just wanted his hard prick up her slutty little snatch!"

"I don't care either," Randy said, sighing as her pumping fist massaged his huge prick. "Shit, she fuckin' told me!"

"She told you?"

But Monica didn't have a chance to think any longer. Suddenly the horny naked boy grabbed her head, pulling it down forcibly onto his straining cock. Monica opened her lips automatically. The next thing she knew, her mouth was jammed full of the hard, pulsing stiffness of Randy's young prick.

"Ummmmm," Monica moaned.

Immediately she forgot what they'd been talking about. The boy's cock was so long and thick, and it was pulsing so hard on the roof of her mouth. His cock-juice bubbled and oozed out of his piss-hole, and

Monica's mouth drooled over the salty, musky taste as she lapped it up with her tongue. In fact, Randy's prick tasted nearly as good as her own son's!

Monica shut her eyes, abandoning herself to the intense pleasure of having the boy's man-sized cock fill her mouth. She flared her nostrils for air, panting through her nose, then shamelessly started sucking

Randy's young prick extremely hard.

"Oh, shiiiit!" Randy moaned. He pulled her long, golden blonde hair lightly, humping his hips excitedly off the couch. "Feels good, Mrs.

Walsh! Unnggghhh! Yeahhhh! Suck it! Ohhhhhh, shit, your body made me so horny! Suck me off, Mrs Walsh! Let me cum in your mouth and I'll do anything you want! Uuuuuhhhhhnnghhhh! Fuck!"

Monica slurped and slobbered and sucked, shamelessly relishing the meaty, pulsing stiffness of Randy's big prick. Her fist clung tightly to the root of his glistening shaft, jacking it hard and fast, urgently beating his cock up into her hotly sucking lips. Harder and harder, she sucked his gorgeous young prick, until the whole living room filled with the wet, gurgling sounds of her wanton cock-sucking. Randy sighed and moaned as the horny mom bobbed her face on his crotch, fucking her lips with his big, saliva-coated fuckrod.

"Make me cum!" he moaned, his voice quivering with frustrated adolescent passion. "Oh shit, suck it just like that! Uuuuhhh, yeahhhh!

Take it all, Mrs Walsh! Suck me off! Make me cum down your hot fuckin' throat!"