Harry Stevens: Hot bed cousins

The fishy smell of stale cum was unmistakable. After a long whiff, Meg Browning jerked her son's stained shorts away from her nose and threw them into the machine with the rest of the dirty laundry. But she couldn't get them out of her mind.

Finally Meg could contain her curiosity no longer. She just had to know more about her only daughter's surprising sex life.

She went to Andy's room and searched through his things. In the bottom of a dresser drawer she found a packet of rubbers. Meg's cunt automatically spasmed as she imagined her son's hard cock encased in one of the skin-tight sheaths.

"What little bitch is he fucking?" Meg wondered aloud, her language as out of control as her thoughts.

She searched for more clues and found one hidden between the pages of a book. It was a Polaroid photo of a naked teenaged girl with her legs spread, showing off her wide-open pussy. Meg recognized her immediately.

"Sally!" she blurted the name of her brother Bill's daughter. "Andy's fucking his own cousin!"

Meg trembled from her stunning discovery. However, in truth, she was more jealous than shocked. Down deep Meg wanted her son's big cock for herself. It was only a matter of time until she admitted it.

And the time was suddenly now.

"Anybody home?" Andy Browning called as he entered the house. "Mom, you there?"

Meg's cunt burned with desire while the rest of her froze. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She could hear her son approaching the bed room.

At the last moment Meg slipped into the closet where she couldn't be seen just as Andy came into the room. Throwing his school books aside, he sat on the bed. He started fiddling with his jeans, but was hesitant, apparently making up his mind about whether or not to take them off.

"Aw, what the hell, why not?" he sighed. "It's been bugging me all day. Might as well give myself a break."

Meg wondered what he was talking about. When Andy's pants were down she knew. His cock bulged in his shorts. He'd most likely been walking around with a hard-on for hours and now intended to do something about it – namely, jack off.

The last boy on whom Meg had spied while he played with his prick was her brother, Bill, and that had been well over twenty years ago when they were growing up. Meg had never forgotten it.

Bill's had been the first stiff cock Meg had ever seen and when it had spurted with cum she had been left breathless with excitement. Steamy dreams about the experience had bothered her for weeks. She would wake up with her hand between her legs, having to finger-fuck her sticky cunt to get relief.

Now, watching her son about to do what she had seen her brother do so many years before, Meg felt the same panting excitement which had overtaken her back then. For Andy's prick had just jumped out in the open. It was long and thick, with an absolutely beautiful hard-on.

"God, he's hung," Meg whispered to herself. Her pussy was so wet with arousal that she squeezed her thighs together as if she were trying to keep from peeing in her pants.

In the meantime, never suspecting that he was being watched, Andy wrapped his fingers around his jutting cock. Then he began to slowly tug his foreskin back and forth over his swollen cockhead.

"Ahhhh, that's it. Feels good. Real good," he sighed, leaning back so his cock stood straight up while he stroked it.

"Ooooh, do it to yourself, do it," Meg muttered unheard encouragement in the closet. "Make yourself come, Andy. Let me see it. See your big prick explode with hot cum."

As though he were actually listening to his mother, Andy Browning moved his fingers faster around his jutting prick. His balls rose in their tightening sac, then clung to his cock's root.

"Oh, gonna come… gonna come," the boy gasped while his hand blurred on his straining prick.

Andy's body stiffened. His cock lurched and balls quivered. A plume of jizz shot at least six inches in the air.

"Mmmmmm… that's goooood," Andy moaned as his jacked-off cock spurted repeatedly. His cum rained down on his thighs and belly and by the time his nuts were drained, he was a mess.

Meg saw all the spilled jizz glistening and knew that she could not contain herself. There was no way she could remain in the closet with her hung son so near at hand – especially with his dripping cock remaining rigid, despite the amount of cream it had just unloaded.

"Got to have him," Meg admitted to herself recklessly.

And then, just like that, she was out of the closet, standing there in plain sight, her hungry eyes fastened on her son's sticky prick.

"M-mom!" Andy stammered with disbelief. "Wha-what are you doing here?"

"Don't say anything," Meg answered. "just don't say anything."

She moved toward her astonished son. Andy reached for the bedspread to cover himself, but Meg caught his arms and stopped him. With Andy's cock twitching in continued exposure, she licked her lips.

"Shhh, darling," Meg reminded her son to be quiet.

She knelt before him. Now it was her hand on his prick. She guided the fat knob toward her mouth then took it between her moist lips and gave it a long, deep suck.

Meg was hooked at once. She had never tasted anything sweeter than her son's cock. She knew she wouldn't be satisfied unless she ate the whole thing. Then when she had deep-throated Andy, she would really turn on the suction, making his hips roll. Just blowing him wouldn't do. She was determined to make her son fuck her in the mouth.

So Meg's lips inched down the thick shaft of Andy's prick, what the cockhead reached her throat she momentarily gagged from its bulk. Then she got her second wind and resumed swallowing. By the time she took her next breath she had downed every bit of her son's huge prick.

Meg looked down and saw what had happened. His cousin Sally had blown him before, but she had never come near to getting his entire cock in her mouth. That Meg had succeeded where Sally had failed was almost as incredible to Andy as the fact that this was his own mother who was going down on his prick.

And now Meg was sliding her lips up and down the erect column of cockmeat. The friction she generated made Andy's asshole tighten and his balls churn. His hips began thrusting.

Meg had told Andy not to speak. But he could contain himself no longer.

"Jeez, Mom, I'm fucking you in the mouth," he rasped in wonder. "Is that what you want?"

Meg nodded with a throatful of cock. Then her lips resumed moving and her oral suction increased.

"What a trip," Andy murmured, more to himself than anything. "My own mom eating my prick. And doing it sooo deep."

Andy reached down and took handfuls of Meg's long, brown hair. He jogged her face between his legs, increasing the friction between mouth and cock even more.

"Only one thing could make this better," Andy swooned after another minute or so of getting his cock slurped.

Meg glanced up at him, wordlessly encouraging her son to let her know what was on his mind.

"I'd like to, you know, suck you back while you're sucking me," Andy told his mother nervously. "Sort of, well, eat your pussy, Mom. Eat it at the same time you go down on my cock. You think we could?"

Meg didn't have to hear any more. If her son wanted to sixty-nine, she certainly wasn't going to deny him the opportunity.

Up Meg crawled onto the bed, never releasing Andy's prick from her mouth. Now she carefully swung around on top of him, twisting his cock in her oral grasp. She wound up straddling his head so he looked up her skirt. Now it was Andy's job to do the rest.

Andy put his hands on his mother's waist. His fingers were clumsy with excitement and when he found the zipper to Meg's skirt he had trouble getting a grip on it. Meg had to help him. Finally the skirt was unfastened and fell away.