Harry Stevens: Hot bed cousins

Meg fell back, catching herself on her elbows, her knees up. Now she parted her legs, stretching her thighs in the classic fucking position to display her yawning cunt.

"God, Mom, you're gorgeous. Just fantastic," Andy panted with excitement at a peak at his spread-legged mother.

"Fuck me!" Meg stated with stark simplicity.

Andy crawled between her open thighs. He had his cock in his hand and he fit the head in the gap of Meg's pussy lips. The penetration was moist and tight. Andy shoved until his prick was in his mother's cunt to his balls.

Now Meg wrapped her long legs around her son's waist. She jogged him in the cradle of her loins the way she'd rocked him in his crib when he was a baby. But it was Andy who actually set the tempo. With mounting rhythm, he drove his cock in the squeezing pussy that had delivered him into the world eighteen years before.

"Mmmm, I knew it would be wonderful this way," Meg moaned, her ass squirming. "You're doing just perfect, stud. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Don't stop moving your cock in my cunt until you come."

"It won't be long, Mom," Andy grunted, his prick pumping in Meg's pussy. "Feels like there's a dam between my legs that's about to burst. I've got so much jizz to shoot that your pussy might not be able to hold it all."

"Sounds fabulous," Meg swooned, picturing herself with her cunt so swamped with her son's cum that the excess streamed down her legs. "Don't hold back a single drop."

In the frantic moments before his climax, Andy ripped open his mother's blouse and squeezed her large tits until they popped out of her bra. Meg's nipples were red and stiff and Andy sucked them. Down below, his prick kept steadily fucking her cunt, thrusting toward a creamy climax.

Suddenly Andy's body went rigid, his cock hilted in his mother's cunt. His prick seemed to expand an extra inch. Meg reacted by tugging as hard as she could with her strong pussy muscles.

"Come, Andy, come!" Meg shouted. "Come in my cunt!"

"Yessssss!" Andy hissed with erotic release.

His cock spurted in the depths of his mother's cunt hole. Once, twice, three times. Then the spurts ran together in a continuous stream of liquid fire.

"So hot," Meg groaned in response. "Such hot, thick cum. Give me more, Andy, more. More cum."

Meg's cunt was already so bloated with its creamy burden that the last of Andy's jizz couldn't be contained. Just as his cock slowed to a dribble, his mother's pussy began leaking.

"You were right," Meg told her gasping son, "my cunt couldn't hold all your cum. It's all over my crotch. Mmmmm, I'm a sticky mess." Andy pulled his spent cock free and looked down between his mother's legs. Meg's cunt was a slobbering wound. Fresh jizz trickled into the crack of her ass and dangled in globs like melting pearls on the strands of her pussy hair.

Meg put her hand down there and smeared the oozing cum from thigh to thigh, up to her belly and on her asscheeks.

"Now lick me off," she told her son hotly. Andy had never tasted his own cum, but there was no hesitation on his part, as he lowered his mouth to his mother's gleaming loins. Andy didn't stop until he had lapped away all of the jizz his tongue could reach, both inside and out of his mother's cunt. When he was finished, Meg still glistened between her waist and thighs, but now it was Andy's spit instead of his cum that caught the light on her bare flesh.

"Jesus, I can't believe I did that – ate my own jizz," Andy slurped when he bobbed up from his mother's licked crotch for some air. "Can't believe any of this, to tell you the truth."

"Well, you'd better get used to it," Meg purred in reply. "Because this is just the beginning for us."

Then she got up from the bed and went over to Andy's dresser, grabbing up an armload of his clothes.

"What are you doing, Mom?" a puzzled Andy asked.

"Moving your things to my room, of course," Meg answered. "Ever since you father and I were divorced, I've needed a man." She paused, training her gaze on her son's cock and balls. Andy instantly found himself with another hard-on. "And now I've got the man I want." Then she dropped the clothes at the sight of her son's revived cock. "But the move can wait." She sighed. "First things first."

Meg returned to the bed. She began sucking Andy's prick all over again. Within minutes he was fucking her once more.

Meg had been divorced from Mike Browning for seven years. During that time she had had no trouble getting used to living without her ex-husband's bullying and drinking. But she would have been a liar had she not admitted to missing his body.

Mike Browning was a loser in a lot of ways, but the one thing he had always been, was a stud. Hung with a cock as big as a guy can have, he seemed to have been put on earth just to fuck. After he was out of her life, Meg frequently woke up alone in bed in the middle of the night longing for his prick.

During those times of horny desperation, Meg probably would have taken Mike back if he had somehow appeared. She hated herself for her weakness and was really grateful that Mike was not actually there to tempt her during the times of weakness. So Meg would finger-fuck her yearning cunt to a few orgasms, then somehow get back to sleep. It was a pattern which had been repeated many, many times over the last seven years.

Tonight, however, it was a different story. When Meg rolled over in bed, there was a muscular male body for her to cling to. At first she thought it was a dream. But then she was wide awake and remembered how dramatically her life had changed.

For Meg Browning was naked in bed with her own teenaged son. And Andy had inherited every inch of his father's huge cock. Meg reached down to feel the boy's man-sized prick and it stirred from her touch. Meg lightly stroked the foreskin back and forth over the cockhead, drawing blood into the lengthening shaft.

"Show me a hard-on, darling," Meg whispered to her sleeping son while she played with his cock. "Get it up for me even bigger than your father ever did."

Andy sighed and rolled over on his back. His mother pulled the covers away so she could get a better look at the swelling cockmeat between his legs. Andy's prick was solid as a rock now.

"Got to suck it," Meg panted with desire.

She bent over her sleeping son's crotch, closing her lips around the knob of his cock. Then she started easing her mouth down the thick prick. She wouldn't be happy until she had swallowed the whole thing.

When Andy woke up his cock was getting deep throated down to his balls. It took him a moment to realize that he was in bed with his mother.

"Jeez, Mom, you surprised me," he muttered. "This is gonna take a little getting used to."

Meg didn't answer. She couldn't, not with her mouth so packed with cock. Besides, she was a lot more interested in going down on Andy than in talking to him.

The lack of conversation suited Andy fine. He had something on his mind he couldn't mention to his mother anyway – namely that when the blowjob had started while he was still asleep, he had imagined that it was his cousin Sally copping his joint the way she had done so many times in the past.

What bothered Andy about waking up to discover his mother sucking him off instead of his cousin, was how the presence of both of them in his sex life complicated things. If either ever found out about the other, Andy could see himself in the middle of a mess. And he could think of no way to tell his mother he was already fucking his cousin, or how to break it to Sally that she'd have to share his cock with his mom.

Andy guessed he'd just have to juggle the two, which wouldn't be easy. His mother and cousin were both so demanding! But he'd just have to do his best to keep each happy so neither would get suspicious.