Eros: Mothers and sons

Randy fucked his horny mother faster and faster, the headboard thumping against the wall and the noisy bed springs squeaking louder than ever under Alison's madly-humping ass. Suddenly, Alison felt her cunt starting to spasm around her son's pistoning fuckrod. Randy's cock grew even stiffer, milked hungrily by the tight, clinging sheath of his mom's bucking pussy.

"Fuck it, Randy!" Alison gasped, her face contorting in a grimace of pure lust. "Unngghhh! Harder, baby! Fuck that cunt as hard as you can!

Nnnngggg! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I'm cumming! Fuck your mother, Randy!

Arrrrrhhh, Mommy's cuuummmiiinnnggg, babbyyyy!!"

It was an intense orgasm, the like of which Alison had not experienced for a long, long time. The pleasure coursing through her naked body made her tight pussy-hole suck and contract reflexively around her son's deeply impaling prick, her trembling hips buck uncontrollably off the bed. Randy fucked his mother hard, slamming his prick to the hilt in her spasming fuckhole until his own climax peaked and a torrent of jizz squirted from the end of his twitching cock for the second time tonight, this time deep up inside his mother's hot, clinging cunt.

"Oh, baby!" Alison cried, as she felt the milky cum spouting into her. "Oh, yeah! Cum in me, Randy! Cum in Mommy's cunt! Uhhhhnnnngg!

Ahhhhhh!!"

The sticky incestuous load gushed out of Randy's cock-tip, deluging his mother's squirming pussy with fuck-cream. Alison eagerly kept humping her ass beneath him, shuddering as she felt his jism oozing back out of her hairy pussy-slit, puddling under her ass on the bed.

As the ecstasy began to fade from Alison's tingling body, the importance of she'd just done began to sink in. She'd actually fucked her own son… and loved every second of it! It was such an intensely pleasurable experience, Alison knew that she would suck him off or let him fuck her whenever his cock got stiff. She knew that a virile young prick like Randy's was prone to frequent stiffness.. it was up to her, as a mother, to give her son relief.

Alison sighed and settled back on the bed, feeling Randy's cock still throbbing deep inside her tender fuck-hole. She thought of her best friends, Monica and Kate, both of whom were single parents, both of whom had sons just about Randy's age. The similarity in their lives was one of the things that had made the three moms close.

Kate supplemented her meagre income with a small business as a history tutor. Alison had met her when Randy had enrolled as one of Kate's pupils. She'd met Monica in a more peculiar fashion, when the two of them had become embroiled in a length argument about sex-education at a school meeting. Alison sighed as she thought of Monica Walsh's incredible beauty. Monica had the kind of long, wavy, golden blonde hair that nearly all women envied, and a face that had once made her a sought-after figure model. Her body was as incredible as Alison's, with long, tapering legs and tits that were nearly as big.

Alison often thought it was a shame that Monica had to be so conservative. She doubted that Monica had given her pussy to a single man since her divorce, even though every male in the suburb would have done anything to get into Monica's panties. And Monica had a son, Paul, who had grown up to be quite a handsome young stud. Alison smiled to herself, wondering how often Paul jacked off, if Monica ever heard him. They had argued at the school meeting because Monica had been so vehemently opposed to any form of sex-education in public schools.

"Oooh!" Monica Walsh squealed in surprise as her bedroom door suddenly flew open. Instinctively, she raised the bath towel to cover her naked body, still dripping water from her shower.

"Paul! For God's sake…."

"Sorry, Mom," Paul mumbled.

But Monica's young son didn't seem very sorry or embarrassed about barging in on his beautiful naked mother at all. The tall, blonde youth took a good long look at her as he closed the door, his eyes lingering on his mother's long, tapering legs that, like every inch of Monica's mouthwatering body, were a natural, golden tan in color. He seemed to shrug before he closed the door, as if he were sorry that she'd been able to raise the towel so fast.

"Damn, him!" Monica said angrily.

She knotted the towel around her naked, dripping body, thinking about what had just happened and grew madder and madder. This was not the first time her son had either caught her naked, or done his best to do so. Since her divorce, it had happened with greater frequency every month, and there was no longer much doubt that he was doing it on purpose.

What kind of son would want to ogle his own mother? Monica sometimes thought of her incredibly voluptuous body as a curse. She was in her middle thirties now, but her age didn't show at all on her beautiful face, and there wasn't, and never had been, an ounce of excess fat on her tall, slender figure. She had a perfect model's body in every way, except for the size of her tits, and Monica knew it was in the combination of her larger-than-average breasts combined with her otherwise lean, delicately structured body that made men so horny for her.

Men were constantly whistling and hooting at her, and Monica now knew that her ex-husband who had practically stolen her from high school to the altar had married her purely for her body. He'd always insisted on fucking her at least twice a day, a level of lust that Monica had considered alarming, even as her naturally high libido had made her enjoy it. But her ex-husband's desire to start swinging with other couples was the last straw! And now it looked like her son Paul had inherited those repulsive, animal-like lusts from his father. Actually bursting in on his own mother like that! Monica felt so suddenly angry that she could hardly think straight.

"Paul!" she shouted, suddenly, impulsively. "Get back in here this instant!"

Monica sat on the edge of the bed, the loosely wrapped towel reaching from her huge tits to the tops of her thighs. Paul entered sheepishly, wearing only his pajama bottoms. His face was red. He seemed to know instinctively what his mother wanted.

"Get in here, Paul," Monica said harshly. "I want to have a little talk with you."

Paul obediently stood in front of his smouldering mother. Even in the face of her obvious anger he couldn't help himself, his eyes already fluttering down to study the several deep inches of cleavage exposed by the wrapped towel. Monica flushed as she found herself looking at his cock. It was obviously quite large and semi-swollen under his pajamas. She felt her pussy tingling, and that just made her angrier.

"Paul, I have simply lost count of all the times you have walked in on me in the bathroom or in my bedroom any time you thought you could see me naked," Monica whispered furiously. "Now don't try to deny it,

Paul. I know what you're doing, and I think it's utterly disgusting. I don't ever want it to happen again, alright?!"

"Sorry," Paul muttered sheepishly.

"I mean, I happen to be your mother," Monica continued. "Don't you know how repulsive it is to sneak peeps at your very own mother. Not even your father stooped to that! I've got a good mind to… ooh!"

Monica gasped, staring at his crotch, watching helplessly as his young cock swelled rapidly and obscenely in his pajamas. Paul's eyes were moving all over her body, and she suddenly realized what a mistake it had been to talk to him before getting dressed. Monica's face reddened as his big prick jerked up to total stiffness, protruding obscenely through the flannel.

"Why, that's disgusting!" she sputtered. "How on earth can you stand there in front of your own mother and get a big hard-on like that? I have never…. Jesus, Paul!"

He had shifted nervously as he stood in front of her, and the movement had made his erect cock pop out of the wide fly of his pajamas.