Ray Todd - The farmer niece

After spending a restless, sleepless night, Harriet was up before dawn preparing breakfast for her family. As always they were out doing their early chores while Harriet got breakfast ready. Banging the pots and pans around on the stove, she couldn't keep her mind away from her son's stiff prick. Watching Samuel fucking his sister last night had opened a floodgate of long suppressed desires in the woman. Harriet knew that it was sinful, but her hot cunt was sticky and wet from the juices that flowed as she once more vividly recalled the delicious memories of her early sex life. It was hard to believe that Lester had once been a vigorous cocksman who enjoyed eating pussy as much as fucking it.

Harriet was a good Christian woman, but she still didn't understand her husband thinking sex was sinful. Because of their lack of sex, Harriet hadn't given it much thought for years, but the sight of her son's stiff cock fucking into his sister's cunt had thoroughly aroused her.

Working over the stove, her thoughts were filled with nothing but her son's big lusty prick. She could almost feel his throbbing dick filling her cunt with untold pleasures. Harriet couldn't believe that she was actually lusting over her own son's body.

It was a Sunday morning and after the necessary chores were completed, the entire family would drive to church, except for Samuel. There was a pump that had to be repaired without delay, and so Lester had told his son to stay home from church this morning as it was essential it be fixed as soon as possible.

When Harriet learned at breakfast that Samuel was not going to church, she had a sudden depraved urge to be alone in the house with him.

In her state of sexual arousal, the woman's thoughts were all screwed up. She knew that she'd never do anything physical with the boy, but the thought of being alone with him was very exciting.

Finally deciding to fake a headache, she asked her husband to drive the girls to church, and leave her home to rest.

"Well," sighed Lester. "If you're feelin' poorly, maybe you should stay home."

When the man and the two girls drove off in the pickup, Samuel went out into the yard to repair the pump. Standing by the kitchen window, Harriet watched her handsome son as he worked. Stripped to the waist, the sun was gleaming on the big eighteen-year-old boy's deeply tanned body. Looking at him, Harriet kept unconsciously visualizing his big stiff cock thrusting up from between his legs.

Later when she was upstairs in the bathroom, she glanced into the mirror, wondering how she must appear to her son. Looking at her long auburn hair severely pulled back and tied into a tight knot, she began idly unfastening it. She was suddenly shocked at the change in her appearance when it dropped down softly around her shoulders. There was suddenly a warm youthful expression on her face and a glow in her big chestnut colored eyes that she hadn't seen for years. She knew that her husband would never approve of letting her hair down, but she decided to leave it down until it was time for him to come home from church.

Harriet was standing in the kitchen when Samuel finished repairing the pump and came in for a drink of water.

"Mom!" he gasped, looking at her youthful appearance as her hair fell softly around her shoulders. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she beamed, happy that the boy was pleased.

"Gee," he grinned. "You look about twenty years old."

Blushing with pride, Harriet nervously filled herself a glass of water, unconsciously glancing down at her handsome son's crotch. A delicious little tingle rippled through her loins when she saw the big soft cock-bulge in the front of his tight jeans. She began trembling so violently that she had to grasp the edge of the sink to steady herself.

"Are you all right, mom?" he asked, noticing how the glass was shaking in her hand.

Harriet clung to the sink for several seconds before she was able to speak.

"Samuel," she finally stammered. "I saw Sarah in bed with you last night."

He just stared at her with his mouth hanging open.

"I saw everything," she continued in a trembling voice. "I saw exactly what you were doing."

"I'm sorry," he half whispered, his entire body filled with shame as he nervously faced his mother.

"Don't be sorry," she said, putting the glass down and stepping toward him. "It was beautiful."

Her skin felt searing-hot through her cotton dress as he gasped her shoulders to steady the woman.

"Oh, Samuel," she cried, laying her sobbing face against his bare chest. Clinging to her son, she was trembling violently in his arms, her body screaming with sensations she couldn't understand nor control. It was like a wild senseless dream, feeling her son's strong young arms holding her tearstained face against his broad chest. Completely lost in her wild emotions, she slowly reached down and cupped his crotch in her hand.

Samuel froze when her fingers first made contact with his groin. He couldn't believe that his own mother was actually touching him down there. He began trembling when he felt her fingers gently kneading and caressing his throbbing tool through his pants. As it grew larger and larger, his cock was soon throbbing painfully in the tight confines of his jeans.

"God, son, that's a nice big prick," she whispered, kneeling in front of him as she lowered his zipper. Having only seen it from a distance last night, she wasn't prepared for the shock when the huge mass of hard male cock sprang out like a steel spring. His knob was all purple and shiny, and his long thick shaft glistened in the bright morning light.

Panting excitedly, the kneeling woman held his luscious pole of cock in her hands for several moments. Samuel couldn't believe it when his mother finally released his stiff prick and unfastened his belt, dropping his pants and shorts down around his ankles, exposing his completely naked body to her.

Staring at his virile young cock thrusting up from between his legs, Harriet lovingly cupped her hands under his big hairy balls, sensually feeling their weight in her gentle palms. Samuel almost screamed out in ecstasy as she tenderly slipped her fingers under his balls and lightly traced her fingertips around the sensitive ring of his asshole.

Then withdrawing her fingers, she once again took his throbbing shaft in her hands, brushing his cockhead against the tip of her wet, darting tongue. God, it had been so many years since she'd tasted the randy flavor of a male prick. She didn't attempt to insert his cock in her mouth, but just flicked her tongue, around the tingling nerves on the underside of his sensitive knob. The sexually aroused woman next nibbled her soft wet lips up and down the length of his gleaming prickshaft until they found his nuts.

Samuel's knees were shaking violently as she once again worked her slavering mouth up toward the head of his cock. When his mother finally opened her lips and sucked his big purple knob into her mouth, he began trembling so violently that he inadvertently jerked his dick out from between her sucking lips.

"Oh, God, son," she whispered, rising to her feet and pressing her face against his big bare chest, "it's been so long since I've had any cock. Your father hasn't touched me for ten years and I can't stand it any longer. Please don't think I'm wicked."

"I don't, mother," he answered, kissing her tenderly on the cheek.

"Son," she asked in a small quivering voice, "will you come up to bed with me?"

"Shit, yes," he grinned.

When they entered the room, Harriet quickly removed her cotton dress and bra, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. Samuel stared with amazement at her firm, creamy-white tits, capped with big crimson nipples that stood out so beautifully. Having only seen his mother in her shapeless cotton dresses, the boy had never dreamed she had such a beautiful young-looking body. His cock jerked wildly when he saw the patch of auburn pussy hair through the sheer material of her panties.