Jackie was staring as her son fondled her tits. She wanted to stop him, but she didn't want to stop him, either.
His hands stroking and squeezing her tits felt good, made her cunt tingle, the hair-lined lips pucker and quiver, her clit pulsate. She lifted her hands, placing them on her son's shoulders. She stared directly into his hot eyes, and slowly pushed her crotch against him.
"Kiss me, Tony," she whispered.
Tony's hands slid around her back, his lips pressing upon hers. Jackie moaned as she clutched the back of his head, kissing him feverishly with her lips patted. She felt his cock throbbing against her and writhed her hips, rubbing on his cock. Her knee slipped between his thighs, pushing at his hot balls and cock. Tony wrapped his arms tightly around his mother and when her tongue slithered past his teeth, he began to suck on it hungrily.
Jackie moaned, her eyes closed, probing her son's mouth with her tongue. Holding the back of his head in one hand, she ran the other hand down his back and gripped his ass, pulling him hard against her. She made soft whimpering sounds as he sucked her tongue, his cock throbbing hard against her body. She felt her legs tremble, and again she felt as if she was going to come.
"Tony, this isn't – darling, we shouldn't…"
Tony moved his hands down his mother's back to her ass. Her eyes, burning into his face again, turned gassy when she felt his fingers squeeze her ass. Her own hand dug hard into his ass.
She knew she was encouraging her son, but she couldn't stop herself. As his hands squeezed and felt her ass, she purred and gasped softly, grinding her crotch at him. They stood there, staring into each other's eyes, feeling each other, their hips twisting and pressing.
Tony placed her hand on his cock, and the heat surprised her. She felt as if her palm was being blistered, then her fingers closed about his hard-on, squeezing. Her eyes glazed in hunger and her tongue flicked over her full lips. Now that her hand was gripping his cock, she didn't want tolet go.
She felt him move a hand back to her tit. She gasped as her son pushed his fingers between her thighs, rubbing at her hidden cunt, pressing at the swollen pussy-lips and vibrating clit through her shorts and panties.
She held her breath, still staring into his eyes, as she felt his finger working into her shorts at the leg. She trembled, but didn't protest. She felt his finger slide over her panties, then push inside. Her eyes closed when she felt his fingertip on her clit then a low moan bubbled from her.
Jackie came. When her son touched her clit, she came. It was fast, but, strong, and her legs almost buckled. When she opened her eyes again, she was staring into her son's smiling face.
"Tony, please – we shouldn't do this," Jackie whispered.
"You're wet, Mom," he said, his voice husky. "You're really wet."
"I-I can't help it," she said, sagging against him. "I just can't help it."
She was still clinging to his cock through his shorts, and her fingers flexed, holding it tightly. She could feel his cock throb, and moving a finger across the head, felt the wetness seeping through his shorts.
Tony was opening her blouse, and she didn't want to stop him. She felt him spread her blouse open, then his hands were on her naked tits, twisting and pulling her nipples. She moaned and closed her eyes at the beautiful sweetness of it, stroking his cock again, cupping his balls.
"Easy, Mom," Tony said, almost choking. "You'll make me come! Do it easy, Mom!"
She relaxed her grip on his cock, fighting to keep from jerking his shorts down and jacking him off there in the kitchen. Tony leaned down, running his tongue over her nipple, then pulling it into his wet, hot mouth. She clung to him as he sucked. He pushed her tits close together and flicked his tongue from nipple to nipple. Jackie felt another orgasm swelling inside her cunt.
Puffing one of his mother's nipples deep into his mouth, Tony began fumbling with the zipper of her shorts. Jackie gave a soft cry when she felt the zipper being pulled down.
Her shorts were tight, and when her son tried to push them down, he had trouble. Jackie released his cock and put her hands back on his shoulders, her lips smashing against his. She wiggled her ass to help her son slide her shorts down, and they slithered to her fret. She moaned into his mouth when he pushed his hands into her panties, cupping her naked ass and puffing her crotch against his throbbing hard-on.
"Ohhh, Tony!" Jackie sobbed, lowering her hands feverishly to his shorts. She pushed at them, and his cock jerked free. She grasped it tightly pumping her fist up and down.
"I want – Tony, we've got to – it isn't right but I want it so much!"
Tony pulled his hands from her panties, turning and moving her. Jackie kept her grip on his cock as she felt her ass touch the small kitchen table. When her son pushed her back onto it, she didn't resist. She lay back her ass and legs hanging over the edge.
Tony spread his mother's legs wide, his eyes burning at her crotch. The bikini panties concealed very little. He saw the thick triangle of her pussy-hair through the lacy panties and saw the wetness in the crotch. His cock strained out, jerking up and down, pre-cum dripping from his piss-hole.
Jackie lay back on the table, feeling wanton, very wanton. Her eyes blazed up at Tony, her legs parted very wide. She gripped the edge of the table with her fingers, waiting anxiously for him to plunge his cock into her cunt.
She wanted to scream at her son, to scream loudly and lewdly for him to fuck her now, to ram his cock into her cunt and fuck her hard and deep. But she said none of that. She lay there and gripped the edge of the table, her hips moving in a suggestive manner, twisting from side to side.
Tony hooked his finger into the crotch of his mother's panties, pulling it to one side, exposing his mother's cunt to his hot eyes. The cunthair was thick, her pussy pink and wet. He saw her clit straining up from the cunt, wanting to feel it, to touch and play with it. But his balls were on fire and he was afraid that if he waited much longer, his mother would stop him or he would spurt his curia all over her stomach.
"Mom!" Tony moaned. "Mom, it – oh, Mom!"
Tony pushed his hard cock down, and as his cock-head touched the lips of her cunt, he shoved.
Jackie gasped, her hips lifting. Her eyes blurred and she felt her cunt spreading for his cock. She felt the cock-head slide into her cunt, followed by the thick pulsating prick-shaft. For a moment she couldn't breathe. Her cunt was filled with her son's cock, and despite her efforts to be still, her hips twisted the lips of her cunt squeezing his cock.
She could feel his balls, hot and full, smashed against her ass. She wanted to lift her legs, swing them over his shoulders, and grind frantically on his cock. But she remained almost motionless, only her hips revolving slowly.
Tony seemed startled to have his cock inside his mother's cunt. His expression indicated that he didn't believe it, but he certainly wasn't pulling his cock out. He pushed tightly into his mother's cunt, staring into her fiery eyes, not touching her legs or any other part of her body. It was as if he was afraid to touch her now.
"Mom!"
"Tony!"
Then he moved.
Jackie's eyes rolled and glazed as she felt her sons cock moving in and out of her cunt. He was fucking her, but not the way she wanted.
He was fucking her slowly, moving his cock back and forth as if he was afraid she would stop him.
Jackie, gripping the edge of the hard table, moved her hips, arching her cunt up as he pushed his prick in. She felt the friction of his cock burn the sensitive, tender lips of her pussy, felt her clit scrape along the hard cock-shaft. She began to moan softly, pushing her cunt onto his cock.
Staring up at his face, she felt his prick go deep and she let out a soft cry of ecstasy. She wanted to scream at her son, scream for him to fuck fast and hard. She wanted to jerk her cunt up and down, grind onto his prick furiously. The slow penetration was about to drive her out of her mind.
"Tony – please, Tony!" Jackie moaned.
"I can't stop, Mom," he said, misunderstanding her. "I can't stop now, Mom! I'm – oh, Mom, I can't stop!"
"No – it's – Tony, please…"
She saw her son shaking. She felt his cock throb. Each stab of his cock into her cunt was deep, but very slow. He smashed his balls against her ass, holding his cock in her cunt a moment, then drawing it back slowly.
And then, as if finally understanding her hunger, Tony speeded up. His young face twisted and he lifted his head. His cock rammed swiftly into her pussy, fast and hard, the way she wanted it.
Jackie squealed, arching her cunt to her son's plunging cock. She twisted her ass lewdly, and began to grind. Her eyes stayed open, but were filmed with passion.
She saw her son only as a fuzzy outline now, and her hips began to churn up and down and thrash around. Tony finally grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he plunged his cock frantically into her cunt.
"Ohhh, Tony!" Jackie sobbed.
"Mom!" Tony yelped, ramming his prick deep into her cunt, his body stiff.
With a low scream, Jackie came. Her cunt grabbed at the base of her son's cock, gripping it hard. Her hips jerked as she came. The steaming pulsations of her orgasm rippled through her cunt, spreading out to her feet and head. She twisted her head around, her lovely dark hair swinging across her face.
Then suddenly, her cent was empty.
Tony had jerked his cock from Jackie's cunt spurting his creamy cum all over her panties and stomach. A squirt went all the way to her naked tits, landing on her right nipple.
Tony grunted, rubbing his cock along her pussy as he came. The spasms in her cunt faded away, and Jackie stared up at her son, unable to conceal her disappointment.
She had wanted to feel his cock gush into her cunt, feel those hard pulsations as his balls emptied, feel the hot splash of jism along the walls of her pussy.
Tony, weakly pulled away from her, and leaned on the kitchen counter where she had been peeling carrots only a few moments before. Jackie lifted her head and looked at him. His shorts were pushed down beneath his balls, his cock drooping now, gleaming wetly from her cunt-juice. She held herself on her elbows, and saw his cum all up and down her body, with most of it on her panties and the hair of her cunt. Her legs were still splayed, and she knew how wicked she must appear to her son now.
She sat up slowly, avoiding looking directly at her son. She closed her legs, afraid to step down. She was weak from her strong orgasm, from being fucked by her son.
"Mom – I shouldn't have – oh, shit, Mom!" Tony left her alone, and she sat there. She was surprised that she had not resisted, that she had let her son fuck her without any protest. But Jackie could not tell herself that it had not been good. It had been very good, and her cunt kept pulsating for a long time.
Feeling stronger, and stood and stepped to the kitchen sink, taking a paper towel and cleaning herself, adjusting her panties and finding her shorts on the floor, not remembering how they had been removed. She stepped into her shorts, zipped them up and finished preparing dinner.
Tony refused to come out of his room. He told her he wasn't hungry.
Jackie ate alone, puzzling over what happened. She searched herself for shame, or at last embarrassment, but she found none. She was concerned about Tony, though. She didn't want her son to feel ashamed. She didn't want him to take the full blame, and she felt that that was what he was doing in his room.
Jackie had never acted so wantonly in her life, spreading her legs for her son at the pool, feeling jealous when he talked to the pretty girl. When she had held her son's cock, she hadn't wanted to turn it loose. She had spread herself out on the kitchen table like a wanton bitch, and not only let her son fuck her, but fucked him just as hard, and then became disappointed when he didn't come inside her cunt.
Jackie realized that it felt good acting like a whore. It had felt good to open her legs to her sons hot eyes. It had felt wonderful to have his cock in her cunt.
Grinning to herself, she left the kitchen. She went into her room, closing the door. She stripped naked and stood under the shower, soaping her body, scrubbing herself squeaky clean. She was not trying to wash away the traces of fucking her son, but was preparing herself.
With her heart racing, she dried herself and found a short nightgown, a lacy garment that was sheer. She considered, then discarded, the panties that came with the nightgown. If she was going through with this, she told herself, she might as well go all the way.
She left her bedroom wearing the revealing gown. Her decision had been made instantly, and she acted before she could change her mind.