Chapitre 2244: MONICA'S MEMORIES
When you're a divorced woman with a teenage son, you have your hands full. Picking up after him, especially his dirty underwear, was not fun and games. Moreover, Junior had no respect for his mother, and it seemed his whole purpose in life was to fuck every woman he found. Most women are turned on by a guy's ability to make them laugh. In Junior's case he had no sense of humor, and he came across as dim witted. But he had a cock so large he needed a wheelbarrow to get around.
Junior is 19 when this story happened. He was deciding whether he should finish school, any school, because he was a bit slow. Or as they say -- mentally challenged. He spent an inordinate amount of time jerking off but it wasn't something he could put on his resume. Well, he had no resume, because he'd never had a job. He could blame his persistent hard-on on his mother, Monica. She was a picture book mom -- fastidious, wholesome, and tried not to masturbate too much. Mornings were her favorite time.
Knowing your mother is down the hall fondling her intimate flesh didn't help his concentration. Why didn't she go shopping like other mothers? She was trying to be quiet, but the squishy sounds were just too much. Obviously studying at home was a waste of time. His mother made him think of sex, and because he was only 19, he had no clue about a woman's privates. Or why she made so much noise.
Monica did not have a good marriage. Her husband, Harvey, liked to fool around. To him, a wedding ring meant nothing and he felt most woman preferred a married man. A guy with a wedding ring wasn't hiding anything, sort of his being up front.
Harv was a district manager for a cosmetics distributor. Specifically fragrances. He met a lot of women, mostly well-to-do women. Women who cared about their appearance and wanted their pussies to smell nice. He held classes on makeovers, teaching his sales personnel that if a woman looked good, she'd want to smell good.
Since he appeared to be an authority on beauty --and what makes a women
happy -- he was deluged with offers. Offers to go to dinner, offers to go dancing, and offers for a free massage.
Too bad Harv never learned to dance. He tried to learn the two-step -- whatever that was -- when he was in college. He did learn to hold a woman close, and he'd whisper dirty words into her ears because he knew women liked dirty words. Not foul language, but dirty words. There is a difference.
His hands were not in a proper position for dancing , because he was clasping his partner's posterior. Moreover, coupled with his massive erection, and his groping, he attained a deserved reputation -- that of being a pervert. However, when he drove a woman home, and went parking by the lake, he did manage to get women to slip off their nylons, and panties, and allow themselves to be fingered. A woman didn't call him a pervert when he had his fingers in her quim.
Harvey wasn't a sleazy type. He was suave. He mumbled to himself in Italian. Instead of salivating at a woman, making it obvious he had the hots for her, he'd say 'che bella!' and walk away. This never failed to make her pussy throb, and maybe she'd spend a small fortune to mask her natural odors. You have to understand, Harvey could have any woman he wanted. He knew they had needs, and they wanted to fuck. He understood about a woman's desires, not out front, but subtle, and always there. He could smell a woman's cunt 20 feet away, for he always claimed he had a sensitive nose. And he made a lot of money.
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Monica had the kind of long, wavy, golden blonde hair that nearly all women envied, and a body that had once made her a sought-after figure model. Her body was incredible with long, tapering legs and tits that were big. Not huge, but big and out there.
Alison and Monica were very close. Alison often thought it was a shame that Monica had to be so conservative. She doubted that Monica had given her pussy to a single man since her divorce, even though every male at church would have done anything to get into Monica's panties.
Monica had a son, Junior, who was 19, and had grown up to be quite a handsome young stud. Alison smiled to herself, wondering how often Junior jacked off, because Alison did not have a son, and spent many hours in delicious reverie dreaming about cocks. They had argued at the PTA meeting because Monica had been so vehemently opposed to any form of sex-education in public schools.
Alison was more liberal, and she was Monica's closest friend. They often disagreed on stuff like too much sex and how much sex was too much and whether sex with two guys at the same time was over the top. Even though they respected each others opinion, that didn't stop Alison from calling Monica a prude.
Alison's husband, Jonathan, left her because he claimed she was insatiable; he could not keep up with her constant whining about not getting enough action. She wanted someone with a massive dick because she needed supercharged stimulation.
When women get together they invariably reveal the most intimate details of what they did the night before, and whose husband had the stiffest prick. They usually agree that it's not the size of the dick, but how it's used. Alison remembered her husband going down on her, licking her for at least 30 minutes and then he'd slip his pecker into her. As it were, Jonathan had a small penis but a strong tongue.
Alison went into great detail about Jonathan's tongue and how he licked her pucker as well as her pussy. And she made note of these activities, that the rose hole came last, while her pussy, although a wee bit salty, came first. And to embellish the fame of Jonathan 's tongue she had him eat the Canasta girls, all four of them, of course including herself.
As it were, Jonathan spent years studying the membranes and workings of a woman's vulva. He knew about the G-spot, the difference between a clitoral orgasm and your everyday normal orgasm, he knew about squirting and when pissing was a good idea. He knew there were at least 11 different ways for a woman to orgasm.
Jonathan knew about blue balls -- for a woman. It's called Blue Vulva. It was uncomfortable, annoying, even painful. He knew Blue Vulva can feel irritating. And the cure is to have an orgasm. Which seems to be the cure for hysteria, distemper, irritability, all common among wives whose husbands are slouches in bed.
Sex with a woman over 40 can be either life threatening, or fun. They typically take longer to orgasm so Jonathan learned to pace himself. His tongue and his fingers were the key to happiness and the women he knew never asked him to fuck them
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People called Monica a late bloomer. She didn't go to bars, and hang out with the reefer crowd. Neither did she go to prayer meetings and let the guys feel her bubbies. Being stacked the way she was with her breasts bigger than the other girls, that carried a responsibility. She was sure not to cheapen herself. It was more fun exploring her body herself because as she got older, her estrogen level was going up. Men asked her out, but she turned them down because she was embarrassed about her body -- her vulva leaked, and she lactated because her breasts were swollen, almost like udders. Moreover, she doubted those guys knew how to satisfy her.
Her ex-husband, Harv, was a cool guy. He was very comfortable around women. He was polished. He knew how to romance a woman. She might let him touch her legs, but not too high. Maybe nibble on her ear. Hold her soft hand, touching her fingertips. Erogenous zones were his stock in trade. Harv understood about these things.
Monica thought about Harv a lot. She promised him she'd name her first child, if it were a boy, after him. Thus, when Harvey Jr. was born, they called him Junior. She hoped Junior would became famous -- an athlete, a rock star, but not a porn star. Porn was for degenerates in her mind. She loved her body, and didn't need to think of a stranger's dick hammering away at her pussy.
She reminisced about her first time ... Sitting on her bed, Monica shook apricot oil onto her palm and rubbed her legs. She worked the oil into her skin, pretending to be occupied with this simple chore. But the slick feel of the oil on her fingers had other things going through her head. She saw that her labia was more swollen that normal. Her clit already pooched out a little. And it looked a bit dry. Monica dumped more oil onto her fingertips and took a deep breath.
Twice she withdrew her touch before the contact was made. A droplet of oil fell against her clit and just the sight of it spreading made Monica shiver. She was afraid that the first touch might be the beginning of the end. She was ready to feel some awful, heavy guilt descend upon her, until at last she could resist the temptation no longer. Her hips were already squirming as she pressed three oily fingers up against her the lips of cunt and rubbed them up and down.
"Uuuhhhh," she groaned, the sudden thrill taking away her breath. She hadn't expected anything quite so intense. Her hips rocked from side to side as she massaged the oil into her pink flesh. Her labia bloomed outward as she rubbed. She was getting very spongy now and very hot. The oil made slick, squishy sounds as she worked it into the deeper crevices of her pussy.
"Pussy," she sighed, letting the strange word linger on her lips. She'd heard the term but never in her life said it out loud. Alison had told her that men liked to call a girl's quim a pussy. Monica let her middle finger dive down along the length of her pussy. There were lots of little folds and bumps and hot places. She caressed herself again like this, letting her fingertip glide along the oil slickened flesh, feeling her body respond to this gentle stimulation. It was heavenly! Was this what her mother had warned her against?
"Maybe I should stop." But when she tried to withdraw her fingers, Monica found she had lost the willpower to quit exciting herself. And she was getting very, very excited.
"Ohhhhh, god ..." she panted, flopping back on the bed, her heels hooked on the edge of the mattress, knees bent. She realized she was in almost exactly the same position as the girl in the beauty magazine. How to find your G-spot. She tried to mimic what she remembered, her forefinger pointed delicately, her other fingers curled back. Her toes pointed. Her knees spread.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned, her head swaying. Blonde hair fell across her eyes. Her chest heaved. Oh, why did it feel so good? It was really too good to stop now. Her fingers had a life of their own, sliding, searching over the oily, swollen surfaces between the lips of her cunt. "Mmmmmmm ..."
Gradually Monica was aware of a different smell in the air. It was musky, her own sex perfume that the excitement was causing. She moved her hips forward and back, her narrow back arching up from the bed, then humping down into the mattress as she forced her cunt upward. By now she was almost clawing at the overheated flesh. Her pussy throbbed, flaming with a growing pleasure she'd never before experienced. It was an exhilarating, mind blowing pleasure. And it never for a moment stayed the same. It just kept getting better!
"Ohhhhh, I can't stand it much longer! Ohhhh, I never knew it would be like this ..."
The bed squeaked as her ass danced up and down. She concentrated on her clit now. It seemed the most sensitive place of all. Her fingers circled and probed. She squeezed her clit between thumb and fingertip. She fanned it with all the fingers of her hand as if she were strumming a guitar. The juicy, squishy sounds made her buck. She was having a hard time breathing now. Her eyes went out of focus.
"Ohhhhhh, god ..."
An exquisite pain went through her cunt. No, it wasn't pain. It was just something so good that it hurt a little bit. She rolled her hips violently, her fingers hurrying to catch the tickle that was driving her mad. She caught it. Suddenly, her body whipped around as if she were being electrocuted. She kicked and squalled, her ass lurching, pumping, plunging. She couldn't scratch the tickle hard enough. Monica thought for a moment that she'd gone too far. She was going to die of some forbidden sexual act. She was going to die in the throes of some erotic fit that was too powerful for a woman to endure.
"Ohhh, ouch, wow ..."
Her body twisted with the contortions of ecstasy. She smeared apricot oil up and down her cunt as her luscious ass beat the bed. She was drooling now, her pulse beating loudly in her ears. She breathed like it might be her last moment of life. Her belly sucked in under her ribs as tremors of pleasure went through her groin.
At last she lay exhausted, her long, slim arms thrown out, her legs open wide so that one foot dangled off the bed. She stayed like that for a long while, breathing deeply and steadily while her mind tried to explain the unexplainable. How could anything ever feel that good? And this time she hadn't dreamed anything. She'd made it happen herself ...
Chapter 2
One thing Monica insisted on was cleanliness. She loved to take showers, and she'd take a shower in the morning and another before bedtime. Her body glowed from the scrubbing she gave it, and the TLC she gave her pussy.
Even though Monica could pop men's eyeballs out of sockets with a bikini, she chose to wear a one-piece suit, and don't be smart and ask which piece she wore. She loved the hair on her privates and delighted in lying back on her bed and looking at herself with her legs spread open. Her knees were bent, and the bottom of her ass cheeks were easily visible. Her pussy hair extended from her navel, along her perineum to the crack in her ass.
It was after her morning shower, when she felt refreshed, and her pouting quim looked tasty. She was wondering if she should go shopping with Alison, or maybe go back to bed and watch the lady in the mirror masturbate. Everyone does it different, of course, and she knew Alison used a giant dildo. They had compared each others privates and sure, Alison's vulva was more fleshy and her clitty was huge. Monica felt there was more to good sex than a giant clit, and she bragged that she was multi-orgasmic and could come over and over until it was time for lunch.
The addition of a finger in her asshole, she had discovered a few years ago, added an incredible stimulus to her sex play and greatly added to the violence of her climaxes. She had found a book, one of those cheap paperback novels with a half-naked big-boobed housewife on the front cover, It was in a cabin vacated by a guest and she decided to keep it. The book, a novel with an improbable setting and even more ludicrous plot, had concerned a young secretary who had been violated by a group of lawyers. Although the book had been trash, and highly unlikely, the sex scenes had been written with a certain dash and liveliness not found in the rest of the pages.
Monica had found herself thinking almost constantly of the heroine's troubles for a few days after reading the book. Finally, when she lay alone in her bed with one hand busily plunging into her cunt, she had given in and tried the experiment. It had taken her a few minutes to discover a satisfactory way of getting a finger into her own asshole but once she had accomplished the feat she had felt a strong surge of sexuality sweeping through her entire midsection and had shortly fucked herself into a state of near-delirium. Now she seldom failed to fuck herself in both openings between her thighs.
Chapter 3
Her private time in the morning was her best time. She was fresh, alert, and her juices were flowing.
"Oh!" Monica Walsh squealed in surprise as her bedroom door suddenly flew open. Instinctively, she raised the sheet to cover her naked body, still damp from her shower.
"Junior! For heaven's sake!"
"Sorry, Mom," Junior mumbled.
But Monica's son didn't seem very sorry or embarrassed about barging in on his almost naked mother at all. The tall, dark haired youth took a good long look at her as he closed the door, his eyes lingering on his mother's long, tapering legs that, like every inch of Monica's lovely body, were a natural, golden tan. He seemed to shrug before he closed the door, as if he were sorry that she'd been able to raise the sheet so fast. He knew his mother liked to stay in bed longer, and he could hear her moaning all morning long until it was time for lunch. He imagined her fingers between her love lips, her toes curling, as she enjoyed her long, long orgasmic ritual.
"Damn, him!" Monica said angrily. She wrapped the sheet around herself, thinking about what had just happened and grew madder and madder. This was not the first time her son had either caught her naked, or done his best to do so. Since her divorce, it had happened with greater frequency every month, and there was no longer much doubt that he was doing it on purpose.
What kind of son would want to ogle his own mother? Naked? Monica sometimes thought of her voluptuous body as a negative. She was in her late 30's now, but her age was irrelevant. There are people who are 30 and look 50. She was a perfect size 5, had a flawless complexion, with a long tongue that often flickered over her sensuous lips. She had low slung tits, the kind that look heavy, with prominent nipples.
Sure, guys whistled, mostly blue collar guys -- redneck types. But men with a good education could sport a massive boner because they wore dark suits. Don't think that a bank manager didn't have a big libido.
Harv was in his 20's when he met Monica. She'd just graduated from high school, and wanted to go on to college. She had an analytical mind and thought about going to medical school. Not for the money, but she was idealistic and cared about people. She thought about helping the poor, maybe open a clinic in the Congo. But Harv romanced her, and talked her out of that foolishness. He took it slow, and didn't scare her because Monica was a virgin. His fingers were persuasive and between nibbling on her ear, licking her neck, and sucking on her fingers, she was becoming confused and disoriented. She told herself she could go to the Congo in her next life. Monica thought like a Buddhist, although she went to a Baptist church and had 'seen the light'.
It's a fact, that Monica was pissed because Junior busted in on her. It looked like Junior had inherited those repulsive genes from his father. Anything disgusting, she attributed to Harvey. Monica felt so angry that she could hardly think straight. '
"Junior!" she shouted, with righteous indignation. "Get back in here this instant!" She'd had enough of his overt attempts to catch her naked.
Monica sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him, the loosely wrapped sheet reaching only to above her nipples. Junior entered sheepishly, wearing only his pajama bottoms. His face was red. He seemed to know instinctively what his mother was going to say.
"Get in here, Junior," Monica said harshly. "I want to have a little chat with you."
Junior obediently stood in front of his irate mother. Even in the face of her obvious discomfit he couldn't help himself, his eyes already taking in the several deep inches of her exposed cleavage. Monica flushed as she found herself staring at his cock, which was at eye level, causing a big tent in the flannel which was impossible to ignore.
"Junior, I have lost count of all the times you have walked in on me in the bathroom or in my bedroom any time you thought you could catch me naked," Monica told him furiously. "Now don't try to deny it. I know what you're doing, and I think it's utterly inappropriate. I don't ever want it to happen again, got it?""Sorry," Junior muttered sheepishly.
"I mean, I happen to be your mother," Monica continued. "Don't you know how disgusting it is to have to watch your kid, see if he's lurking around somewhere? Not even your father stooped that low! I've got a good mind to -- ohhhhhh!"
Monica gasped, staring at his crotch, watching helplessly as his uncircumcised cock swelled rapidly like a snake looking for a mouse. Junior's eyes were moving all over her body, and she suddenly realized what a mistake it was to talk to him before getting dressed. Monica's face reddened as his affair jerked up stiffly, protruding aggressively through the flannel opening.
"Why, that's disgusting!" she sputtered. "How can you be so callous? How can you stand there in front of your own mother with a huge penis blatantly right in front of my eyes? Is that a 'getting to know you' hard-on?"
He had shifted nervously as he stood in front of her, and the movement had made his erect cock pop out of the unbuttoned fly of his pajamas. He didn't appreciate her attempt to be funny.
Monica's blue eyes opened wide as she stared at her son's huge, naked member, jerking and throbbing luridly up and down in front of her face. His father had been well-endowed, but she now saw that her son had a cock like a donkey. It was the biggest, stiffest cock she'd ever seen in her life.
"Junior, put your penis away! This is not the time!"
But Junior just stood there, too shocked to move, his enormous erection pulsing wildly in front of her face. Helplessly Monica stared at her son's huge affair. The more she stared at it, the more her pussy throbbed until she felt a strange unnatural desire pounding deep inside her belly that was unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life. A veritable flood of juice was oozing from her slit, and she could feel her pouting pussy lips getting hot and swollen. Monica's mind began to cloud over with lust as she stared helplessly at her son's turgid cock. She watched her hand reach out towards her son's crotch, trembling lightly, as if it had a will of its own.
She shuddered, wrapping her fingers tightly around the swollen shaft. Junior looked down at her in amazement. Instinctively, as Monica suddenly started slowly jacking his foreskin. She was shocked and horrified by her own actions, even as she continued to deliver erotic pumping action to Junior's weapon.
"I bet this feels good, doesn't it?" she heard herself say. The room seemed to be spinning now. All she could think of was the growing wetness between her legs, now beginning to trickle embarrassing down her thighs. "Is this what you like a girl to do?"
Junior could only gulp and nod his head enthusiastically. He didn't know what had suddenly come over his mother, but he hoped she didn't stop pulling on his cock because he was close to shooting.
"You dirty little shit!", breathed Monica, but the tone of her voice was more in wonder than anger. "You'd love to fuck your own mother, wouldn't you, Junior? You don't care if it's a sin. You just want to shove your big thing up my pussy and shoot out a bucket of cum!"
"Yeah!" Junior gasped, his huge prick pulsing wildly in her fist. "I want to do it to you. Please!"
"All right. If you're going to be so blatantly disgusting about it, maybe I should give you a little taste and see what kind of a man you are!"
Monica pushed off the sheet, causing Junior's cock to start twitching and quivering even more violently as she suddenly exposed her voluptuous curves to her son. Trembling uncontrollably with incestuous passion, Monica's pussy was leaking heavily as she climbed onto the bed in doggy position. Her big tits jiggled as she dropped her shoulders low, resting her cheek on her forearms. Then she spread her knees wide on the bed and shamelessly wiggled her beautiful backside at her son, well knowing that he could see the hairy, pulsing lips of her love niche.
"Go ahead, Junior," she panted. "If that's what you want, you might as well help yourself. Do it, Junior. Do it as long and hard as you want." Then she added, "Don't come too soon!"
Junior stepped out of his pajamas, leaving himself completely naked. Hurriedly he stood by the bed, close to his mother's luscious bottom cheeks, his massive erection pulsing before the gaping slit of her cunt. Holding the base of his prick in his fist, Junior pressed the bloated head against his mom's cunny and pushed.
Monica grimaced and bit her lip as her son's massive limb slid almost all the way in, his thick shaft stretching her labia almost painfully as he thrust it roughly up inside her hot box. After being so long without a man, his enormous shaft felt like a baseball bat being stuffed up her cunt, but she loved every solid inch of it!
"Unggghhh! Oh, jeeez!" gasped Monica, frantically humping her sopping pussy against the jutting stiffness of her son's tool. "You like that, don't you, Junior! Uuuuunnnnggghhhh! God, it's huge! Is it all in? Ohhhhhhhh ..."
"Almost," he huffed. "It'll stretch, Mom!"
He slid his hands over her bobbing ass to clutch her hips, holding on tightly as he fucked his mom's open hole with every ounce of energy he had. Monica felt like she was being fucked by a horse. Her pussy was stretching wider and wider, forcibly accommodating the thickness of her son's enormous cock. Junior kept hammering relentlessly behind her, jamming his prick to the hilt in the tightness of his mother's twat.
Jesus! I'm letting my own son fuck me! The realization made her pussy start throbbing even harder, and a hot blush of shame coursed into her cheeks. She didn't know what she was doing now. It could all be a dream. She thought she was going to faint. Monica was pushing back against the invading slug, trying to enjoy the ride and wondering what the hell she was doing.
"Fuck it, Junior!" she gasped, her voice sounded more like a wail of pain, than enjoying it. "It's so big! It's almost in my throat!"
"Ahhhh, shit, fuck your mother, baby! Fuck Mommy's pussy as hard as you can!"
Encouraged and aroused by the litany of obscenities coming from his mother's lips, Junior tightened his grip on her hips and started ramming his rampant cock in and out of her cunt. Monica's pussy tingled and burned, it's vaginal muscles clamped around the urgent length of her son's mighty engine. Her clit was very visible, swollen by the urgent thrust of his affair, and in no time at all, Monica was on her way to paradise.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted. clawing the sheets and rolling her glorious backside, giving Junior a moving target that was to be next. "Faster, Junior, faster! Harder!"
Junior drilled his naked mom as fast his lungs could deliver air, slapping against her asscheeks and sounding like gun shots. Crack! Crack! Crack! Her swollen tits jiggled and swung as they muttered at each other, Monica calling him a wimp, and Junior calling her a whore. It was love talk.
Monica could feel the tingling growing in her privates, her nipples and her pussy, making her cunt suck and spasm around her son's cock. She could feel it in her puckered rose hole, wet and winking, and eager for the fray.
It was on her to-do list, you might say. She'd never let her husband pummel her ass and that was a shame. He begged for it. She knew Harvey was giving it to his sales ladies in Fragrances. There were many times when the store was slow, and the girls chatted among themselves. The break room was supposed to be for staff but when Harvey was corn balling a trainee, the ladies were discretely somewhere else.
Now the obscene longing to completely possess her horny young son made her want to feel his huge cock pounding into her hot, itchy anus as well.
"Junior, give it to me up my backside. She stuck her finger in her pucker, as if he needed more information. "In my asshole!" she moaned suddenly, whipping her cunt as she spoke, expelling his cock out of her hole.
"Oh, fuck! Junior, put your fingers in my ass! Fuck my asshole with your fingers first, as hard as you can, honey!"
He looked up at her asshole, his cock pulsing even more stiffly up her pussy as he watched her hairless little shit-hole pucker obscenely in and out with every thrust. Junior slid his hand from her hip, sliding into the crack of her madly-humping ass. It was going to be difficult to get his fingers into her asshole while he was fucking her cunt, but then Junior had an idea.
Suddenly, Monica gasped as something fatter than fingers pressed onto her rubbery asshole. It was Junior's thumbs! He found that he could insert both thumbs
up his mother's rectal passage as he spread her asscheeks with his fingers and still fuck her cunt to the hilt with his cock. Junior soon had them both boring deep inside her hot cavity as he eagerly thumb-fucked her asshole, using the same rhythm of his cock pounding in and out of her cunt.
"Unnggghhh! Oh, fuck!" Monica cried as her pussy and asshole spasmed uncontrollably at the same time. "Fuck your mother, Junior! Coming, I'm going to squirt!!!!"
Her whole body seemed to erupt as she came, the pleasure pounding through her nakedness made her asshole suck his finger and her pussy ripple in a seemingly endless series of spasms around his thrusting hog. Monica fluttered on the ecstatic edge of consciousness for nearly a minute, writhing in the throes of the most powerful cum of her life.
She knew that later she would feel intensely ashamed of herself, that she would furiously order Junior never to touch her again. But the knowledge of this was like a tiny light flickering somewhere in the back of her mind, easily overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her passion. All she really knew now was that her asshole was unbearably hot and swollen, and that she needed to feel her own son's enormous cock ramming savagely into the forbidden tightness of her anus.
"Junior, I... I want you to fuck my asshole now," Monica stammered. "Don't come inside me! Please, Junior, my asshole's ready. Use the Vaseline from the nightstand, honey! Hurry, baby. Oh, fuck, I need your thing up my ass so bad!"
Junior pulled his rock-hard cock out of her pussy, letting his naked mom sprawl flat on her belly on the bed. Monica felt the intense, burning need in her winking pucker as she watched Junior leaning across the mattress to open the nightstand drawer. Quickly she grabbed a pillow, lifting her hips to thrust it under her belly.
With a low animal groan of need, Monica succumbed completely to the depraved incestuous passion numbing her lust-crazed brain and reached behind her back to spread her asscheeks with her fingers, shamelessly opening her pink, twitching asshole for the invasion of her own son's cock.
"Hurry Junior! Uuuuuhhhhh, I can't wait for you to do my ass! Mommy's asshole needs you, baby!"
Junior uncapped the jar of Vaseline, smearing the white jelly hurriedly onto his huge, throbbing cock. Monica shuddered with intense pleasure as she felt her son pasting it onto her puckered asshole, darting two fingers into the hot, buttery interior. Seconds later, the Vaseline was back on the nightstand and Junior was again mounting her, pressing his swollen cock-tip against her well-lubricated anus.
"That feels good! Fuck my asshole, Junior! Fuck your mother's ass!", squealed Monica, totally out of control now.
Junior started humping, forcing inch after inch of his massive cock into the slippery interior of his mom's backside. Monica's itchy sphincter stretched wider and wider, slowly accommodating the meaty thickness of her son's hard cockshaft. She'd expected her first anal reaming to be intensely painful, but there was no pain at all now. Instead she felt only intense pleasure, as her elastic hole sucked and spasmed around his eager young prick.
"Deeper!" Monica cried. "Fuck it in deeper, baby! I can take it!" She thrust her hand between the pillow and her belly, groaning in ecstasy as she sank two fingers up her cunt. Shamelessly, Monica started finger-fucking herself, jacking off her hot, drooling pussy as her son plowed his plunger deep into her buttery bowels.
"It that's it, Junior! Your cock feels wonderful!", groaned the hapless Mom. "Fuck my asshole, baby! Uuuhhhh ..."
Junior fucked deeper and deeper, grunting as his mother's strong anal muscles squeezed and milked his prick. He had never felt anything like it in his young life! His cock was buried to the balls between his mom's pink-flushed asscheeks and she was squealing and humping back at him like crazy.
Junior gave his crazed, horny mom exactly what she asked for. She could actually hear it, could hear her Vaseline-lubed asshole sucking and clasping around Junior's rampant prick.
"Yes.. yes, yes! Harder!" she cried, her voice rising to the level of a constant scream. "I'm going to come again, Junior!"
Junior picked up the pace of his humping, panting onto his mother's shoulder as he drilled his massive limb in and out of her tight butthole as fast as he could. Monica caught her clit under her finger, rolling it wildly. Her asshole started spasming and sucking uncontrollably, milking every inch of her son's rapidly-pounding prick.
"I'm coming again!" she shrieked, making the bed springs squeak as she whipped her hips in a frenzy off the mattress. "Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I'm coming now! Ahhhh, yes, I think I'm going to piss!"
Junior started shooting off in mid-stroke, unable to resist the contracting pressure of his mom's spasming asshole around his prick.
Her son had obviously been carrying around an incredibly big load. Again and again, his milky sperm fountained into her bowels, soothing the ravished walls of her ass with a creamy coating of jizz. Junior seemed to come for a long time, and then there was nowhere else for the excess to go but out around his pistoning shaft. Monica moaned as she felt her son's spunk bubbling back out of her rectum, oozing out of her puckered ass-ring around his wildly stroking prick.
Junior just kept stroking his meat into her asshole, fucking his mother through her orgasm and his own, not stopping until the last droplets of jizz had burned out of the head of his prick. Then he pulled his cock out of her gooey asshole and sprawled happily beside his mom on the bed.
Monica just lay there, her lust gradually subsiding, to be replaced immediately by an overwhelming feeling of guilt and shame. Her asshole was swollen red now, glistening with Vaseline and their combined fuck-juices. Her tiny hole was stretched wide by the repeated, pounding thrusts of her own son's prick.
I can't believe I did it! Monica thought dizzily, I actually let my own son fuck me in the ass! Never in her life had she dreamed she could commit such an unspeakable sin.
"Mom, that was so great," Junior sighed. "I swear, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, I ..."
"Get out, Junior!"
"What?"
"I said, get out of this room! Right now, Junior. Right now!"
Junior stared at his mother for a moment, then regretfully slid off the bed and left her bedroom. Monica lay still for a long time, promising herself that she would never, ever let him touch her again. But deep down she knew it was no use, his hard young cock had felt too damn good and she'd been without sex for much too long. Before long Monica was shamefully, helplessly playing with her pussy, her face red with guilt and humiliation as she relived the intense pleasure of fucking her own son.
To hell with feeling sorry for herself. She reached for her phone.
"Hey, Alison. You'll never guess what happened ..."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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