Harry Stevens: Hot bed cousins

"Now you're cooking," Meg called back. "Just keep it up, stud. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Meg relaxed, letting her son do all the work. That way Andy could look down and watch his prick slide in and out of her ass. For there was nothing, Meg knew, that made a guy fuck harder than getting to see his cock in action.

Andy responded just the way his mother expected him to. His prick took longer and longer strokes. When it was in reverse, it withdrew until only the head remained in Meg's ass. Then there would be a mighty thrust, which would end with every inch of prick buried.

The process was repeated over and over again. Meg's ass was getting jack-hammered and she was in such sweet pain, caught in a tug of war between agony and ecstasy. At the core of her being there seemed to be a volcano that was ready to erupt. Meg couldn't tell what was going to happen next, but she knew something had to give.

"I'm not sure whether I'm going to shit or come," she gasped to her son.

Andy just fucked her harder and the pressure within Meg peaked just as her son hilted his cock in her ass once again. She closed her eyes giving herself over to her inner turmoil as she let nature take its course.

The rush Meg felt in her bowels could have been escaping shit – but it wasn't. No, it was the exquisite turmoil of orgasmic release. For Meg was climaxing more powerfully than she ever had in her life.

"I'm coming! Coming! Cowing!" Meg cried with relief. "Oh, God, what coming!"

Andy kept his cock moving nonstop. Now that he had gotten his mother off he was thinking about coming himself, and when he shot his wad he planned to unload so much jizz that his balls would be sore for a week. There was no way, he predicted to himself, that his mother's ass would be able to hold all the hot, thick cum his cock would deliver.

Meg sensed this and started urging her son to let it go, to fill her ass to overflowing with his teenaged cream.

"Blast me!" she demanded.

Andy's prick surged a final time. Now it was hilted and twisting, getting that last amount of friction before the creamy payoff.

"This is it, Mom," Andy grunted.

Then he came and the force surprised even him. There was such a steady flow of jism from his cock that it was almost like pissing into his mother's ass.

"Oh, Andy… Andy… where are you getting it all?" Meg groaned with delight as her bowels were swamped with cock-juice.

"Don't know," Andy admitted. "Knew I was gonna came plenty – but this is incredible!"

Then his prick shuddered with one more burst and was drained at last. And now there was the price to pay for such a violent climax. Andy's hard-on collapsed with sudden fatigue, turning to mush in Meg's ass.

"Whew, I'm all fucked out," Andy admitted.

He freed his limp cock so it dangled in its floppy, shrunken state between his legs, dripping like a leaky faucet. Then he knelt and stared at his mother's freshly fucked asshole, watching his cum ooze to the surface and trickle down to Meg's cunt.

Finally Meg turned around. She saw her son's wilted prick and laughed.

"Can't help it," Andy replied self-consciously. "God, I'm only human."

"Then what am I?" Meg saucily asked, making it clear that she was hornier than ever.

"I dunno," Andy sighed wearily. "But I'm beginning to wonder."

"I suppose you're ready to go back to sleep, then," Meg said.

Sheepishly glancing down at his ragged cock, Andy answered, "What else can I do with this but call it a night?"

"It's not what you can do with it, it's what I can do," Meg confidently answered.

"You've got to be kidding, Mom," Andy said. "Even you couldn't get my prick up again."

"Want to bet?"

"Double or nothing on your next week's allowance," Meg named the stakes. "You can use the money, can't you?"

"Sure, but…"

"And you don't see any way you can lose, right?"

Andy shrugged and nodded. "Okay, Mom," he agreed to the bet. "It's your money."

"Just lay back and relax then," Meg purred. "Let mama do all the work."

Andy stretched out and Meg slipped a pillow under his ass, propping up his crotch nice and high. Then she got busy bringing her son's deadened cock back to life.

However, before she did any touching, Meg used word-power to stimulate her son. She hadn't forgotten how much it turned im on to hear her talk dirty, so now she took advantage of this erotic technique.

"Poor little prick," she cooed. "Just lying there, all soft and sticky. And those tired balls, drooping in their sac like an old man's. What a shame for such a big, strong boy."

Andy's pulse quickened. He had to admit his mother's funky language had an effect on him. But, he believed, the last place he would feel it was between his legs. His cock was done and there was nothing his mother could say or do to him that would give him another hard-on.

He was wrong.

"Know what happens to a cock when it's been fucking ass?" Meg murmured. "It gets nice and slimy with shit, like it was covered with chocolate."

Andy automatically reached for his prick. Sure enough he felt the evidence of what his mother was talking about.

"A shitty cock is the sweetest kind to suck," Meg continued with her steamy talk. "And that's what I'm going to do right now. Suck my own shit off your cock, Andy, after you've fucked my filthy ass. Mmmmmmm."

Meg bent down and spread her lips over Andy's prick. He was so limp she easily took the whole thing in her mouth. Then gave it a hungry slurp, washing down her shit with spit.

"Mmmm, delicious," she gurgled.

Andy thought he should be disgusted. But just a thought was all it was, and a fleeting, unconvincing one at that. For his true reaction was quite the opposite. A rush of hot blood had just surged between his legs and his cock stirred uncontrollably in his mother's suctioning mouth.

Now Meg became even more playful. She abruptly released the swelling prick from her oral grasp.

"Maybe you're right," she teased her son. "Maybe I'm wasting my time on your cock, after all. Let's forget it. I'll go get your money out of my purse."

"No!" Andy blurted out as his prick lengthened a couple thick inches more. "I don't want the money, Mom. I want the blow-job!"

"Uh-huh, no blow-job," Meg answered. "You either fuck my pussy or I'm paying you off right now."

Meg swung a knee over Andy's crotch, straddling his hips. She reached down and fingered her cunt lips apart. Abruptly at full strength, Andy's cock stood up, straining toward his mother's open cunt before it fell over under its own throbbing weight.

"Yes, I'll fuck you," Andy rasped. "Fuck you so good, Mom. Drive my prick right up your cunt. Split you in two."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Meg chuckled. "Just slide your cunt down on my big cock and you can make up your own mind, Mom," Andy answered.

He flexed his prick and it stood straight up again. Meg lowered her pussy, catching her son's cockhead with the lips.

"All the way, Mom, all the way!" Andy called.

Meg bore down. Andy's hard-on was swallowed by her dropping cunt until there was no more of it for her to take. Now she was perched on her son's crotch and both she and Andy were moving their hips, letting the friction of cock and cunt grab hold.

"Ooooooh, your cock is so huge," Meg moaned to her son. "Feels even bigger in my cunt that it was when you fucked my ass. I think you really might split me in two."

"Twist around, Mom," Andy suggested. "Really give my prick a workout. Get the cum boiling in my balls. I want to shoot even more pa in your pussy than I did in your ass!"

"That's my boy!" Meg celebrated her son's macho vow. "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

She swiveled her hips, turning Andy's cock into a corkscrew in her cunt. She could feel the drilling effect all the way up to the spasming packet of her womb.