Frank Levy: One bed family

"Wait, wait," she said coyly. "Let Mom see what a surprise you have for her before you get any more treats."

His heart leaped right into his mouth, and his eyes went wide until he realized that she was just kidding. She hadn't recognized who he was. Still, the way she had said "Mom" made his heart pound with excitement.

She began to unbutton his shirt, and he raised his arms to let her pull it and his T-shirt off. Her fingers wandered over his chest. Then her hands strayed down to his crotch, and his cock leaped up at her touch. "My, my, you feel big all right." She gestured for him to stand up. "Let's see what you got in there, sonny."

She sat down on the end of the bed as he stood in front of her while she began to unfasten his pants and pull them down. She pulled his jeans down to his knees, and his huge prong jutted out under his underwear. Her hands went to it, feeling it through his shorts.

"God!" she murmured. "You're big! Big as… as a guy I used to know." She quickly tore his shorts off his hips, pulling the waistband out to free his hard dong.

"I, I got something to tell you," he said in a strangled voice. He could barely form the words with his lips, he was so hot and horny and yet scared that she would stop if he told her what he knew.

She looked at his cock like she had never seen a prong on a man before in her life. She stared at it for the longest time, fondling it in her hands and pushing the foreskin back, cupping his balls in her hands. When she looked up at him, her eyes were as big as saucers. She looked long at his face, amazement in her eyes, her lips parted and her breath coming in gasps. It wasn't just a big cock that she was amazed at, either. She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched his cock in her hands. "Hush your mouth," she said.

"My name isn't Steve," he gasped.

She shook her head. "Don't tell me. I don't want to hear it."

She was clutching him hungrily, and she opened her mouth and fed his cock into it, nibbling at his shaft with her lips and running her tongue around his cockhead. He gave a great shuddering sigh of release, and she began to tear his pants off, frantically dragging them down his legs. He stepped out of them while she was still swallowing as much of his cock down her throat as she could manage. He ran his fingers through his mom's hair while she sucked his cock.

Then she finally stopped just in time to keep him from cumming off. She lay back on the bed and held her arms out to him. He knelt beside her and pulled her panties down and took them off. She spread her legs. Her clit was big, bigger than Mary Lou's or even Cindy's. He took it between his lips, loving it and licking his tongue up and down in her slot until she was creamy and wet with passion.

Then he felt her pulling him up on top of her. He knelt between her outstretched legs and forced his hard dong down until the knob of it was resting at the opening of her hole. She lifted her legs up as he slid it in. She gasped with pleasure as his long dong entered her and pushed its way in until it was resting at the very bottom of her hole, filling her up to the brim and nosing against the mouth of her womb. She was as stretched and jammed full as she had been since the last time her husband, this boy's father, had fucked her.

Her lips met his, and she thrust her tongue into his mouth as he fucked. He sent his tongue into her mouth as well, right in time with the plunges of his cock into her pussy. He was shaking with excitement, the same special kind of lust that he had felt for the first time he had fucked a girl, the first time he had fucked his sister, only this time, it was a million times better – he was fucking his own mother!

He was so close to shooting off – they both were. He knew that he couldn't make this one last very long. He was too excited. He fucked her faster and faster, bringing them both to the edge of orgasm. She tore her lips away from his and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to cum! Are you going to cum in my cunt?"

"Yes!" he grunted.

"Oh, God, oh, God!! Cum! Fuck me! Just, just tell me, tell me now! Are you George or Sam?"

"I'm, I'm Sam! Mom! I'm cumming!"

And her cunt leaped around his cock, sucking and grabbing at it, pulling the jism out of his balls as he buried his fucker in her and shot out his fuck juice, jetting streams of boiling, blazing cum into the cunt from which he had been born! She felt him spurting his seed into her, gushes of the stuff just like his old man, and she frigged her clit on his belly as his cock jerked with the force of the ball cream that was jumping out of his joint into her pussy!

As they lay in bed together, his head nestled between her big breasts, she said, "You knew. How did you find me?"

"Poppa heard where you were."

"He sent you?"

"He knew about this?"

"And the other ones? George and my daughter?"

"Mary Lou was the first girl I ever fucked, and Junior fucked her before me."

"And your poppa?"

"Him too. And we got a housekeeper, name of Cindy. She was the second one for me."

"Is your poppa shacked up with her?"

"All of us, all of us together, Mom, like me and you were just now."

"Why did you come after me, Sam? Why did your poppa send you to me?"

"We thought you might like to come back home with us, Mom, with all of us together."

"Where's your poppa, Sam?"

"He's waiting in a motel down the road."

"Why didn't he come himself?"

"He, no, all of us needed to know how you would feel about it, about all of us being together."

"Do you want me to come home, son? Do you want me?"

"Yes, Mom, I want you very much. Will you come with us?"

"It's the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me, Sam. The most wonderful thing in the whole wide world."

She held him in her arms, feeling his strong body, knowing that he was her son, feeling the growing pressure of his giant cock against her leg, and knowing that he was passionate for her. She pulled him on top of her again and spread her legs for his hot rod to fuck her again.

Later he sat on the end of the bed and watched her pack a suitcase. She looked around the trailer. "I can come back for this junk some other time. Come on, Sam. Let's go find your father."

Big George opened the door to the motel room when he heard the knock. There she was, standing on the doorstep with Sam standing behind her. She didn't look much different since the last time he had seen her. The years hadn't made that much of a difference. She had tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face.

"Hello, George," she said. "Can I come in?"

"Hello, Blanche, honey."

He kissed her full on the lips and she dropped her suitcase to hug him and cry and press her body against his. Sam picked up the suitcase and carried it in as they went into the little room. There were tears in his eyes as well.

"George, you old bastard! Why did you have to send the boy? Why didn't you come and get me yourself?"

"I wanted Sam to have a chance to fuck one of the best lays in the United States, that's why."

"Go on, you old bullshitter! You knew that as soon as I saw that boy's cock I would know who his daddy was. Might as well have your name tattooed down the length of it. You can be sure he's your boy!"

"He's yours, too, Blanche."

"Don't I know it! He couldn't be as good-lookin' as that and smart, too, if it wasn't for my part in him!"

"How about it, Blanche?"

"Well, I came, and I brought my suitcase, didn't I?"

"I know. I mean, you feel like a roll in the hay? I ain't had a piece of ass for a couple of days now."

"My, my! How could you hold it so long? I don't know, George. Our boy here gave me a good time just a few minutes ago. You still as good in the sack as you used to be?"

"Better!"

Sam was hesitant as to whether he should leave or not. She saw him and patted the place on the bed next to her.