There was something hot and deliciously erotic about fucking a teenage boy… in the dark… without seeing his face, or hearing him speak. I had to say it was a great fuck. The kid had a great cock and great hands, and he got me off harder than hell. Cum was spilling all over my cunt-hair, and down onto his balls and all over the fucking sleeping bag.
I was glad my tent was a long distance from the rest of them, or else some of the Scouts, or
the counselors, would sure as hell have heard all the wild screams of delight as this boy fucked me and got me to crack his nuts.
They might even have heard his loud moaning, even if they couldn't understand any of his words. He still had not spoken anything that I could understand… just "mmm" and "Ohhh" and "aagghhh."
But I guess it didn't really matter. All I wanted was some good fucking from a teen cock, and, of course, I wanted to give him a good fucking, too. Now, I figured, it was time to give him a good sucking to go with that fucking.
My hand was on his cock as he rested beside me, and my fingers were covered with his cum. He had shot out so much of his sweet cream that it slid down his cock-shaft and virtually covered every inch of his big prick.
Without a word, I leaned over and pressed my face into his hot crotch. He flinched, but spread his legs wide, and I began to lick slowly, teasingly over his hot, wet balls.
I could feel his lovely balls contract as my tongue touched them. But he only pulled his legs farther apart and moaned softly, his belly shaking and trembling with fright and excitement and anxiety. It had been quite an ordeal
for a teenage kid-to get a workout like I'd given him on his first fucking.
I could only think of my own young son, Johnny, and how he would react to getting fucked by a thirty -four -year-old woman with a body like mine! He would be nervous as a kitten.
I had to laugh as I thought about that, as I licked this kid's hot balls. I wondered if Johnny had ever had a fuck. I hoped he had. Maybe while he was away at camp this summer he'd find some nice young girl and give her a fucking. He might even be lucky enough to get an older girl, a counselor maybe, who would suck his cock. He was getting old enough now to enjoy some of what his mama liked so much -some good old-fashioned fucking and sucking!
A few months ago, I saw my son in the bathroom one morning, just as he'd stepped out of the shower, when the door was open. My God, I thought then, what a beautiful young man he's becoming. He had a nice hard-on, and his body was trim and gorgeous. If he hadn't been my own son, I would have gone in there and sucked him off so hard he would never have stopped shooting his cum. Then I would have taken him back to my bedroom and
fucked him all day long.
But it was time to stop daydreaming and give this boy some good head… some good, hot cock-sucking.
I let my tongue lead me up across the kid's body, over his belly, licking all the way. Then I flicked my tongue softly up and down his sides, over his legs and back up into his crotch.
I settled in between his smooth, upturned legs and swabbed with my tongue in that hollow between his balls and his thigh. His crotch was damp and musky, and it gave me a hot thrill to savor the sweet aroma of his young body in the throes of ecstasy.
I felt his stomach tense as I started to lick quickly up and down his hot cock. That beautiful prick was wide and thick and it beat in my fingers so hard I could feel it in my temples.
His blood-engorged cock was alive with lustful yearning for my wet lips. So I lapped him faster and covered him with kisses and warm spit as I cleaned the cum from his red-hot prick.
The taste of his prick-meat was delicious. So smooth, yet rigid and firm. His cock was full of exuberant, eager yearning for the kind of cock-sucking I was giving him.
"Ummm, ohhh," he moaned softly, his breath hot and forced. I could feel the heat of it wafting down over my neck, sweeping over his damp, quivering loins.
I clamped my thumb and index finger, like a ring, around the base of his luscious hard cock as I licked it. And I squeezed gently with my fingers, nipping his prick all the time with my lips as I worked him over quickly and expertly.
He shifted his ass almost constantly, turning and twisting as I teased his cock with my hot tongue.
His prick was pounding ecstatically with the heat of his incredible passion. It seemed to me that his precious prick was going to burst as I kept tasting and licking, savoring the pliant, springy goodness of his hot cock.
Faster and faster I licked and sucked. My head moved constantly, everywhere… up and down his cock… into his cock-hair… down into the crevice between his leg and his balls… back up to his prick… then down into that soft darkness under his balls-even into his ass-crack!
I wanted it all. I wanted to taste every morsel of this young boy's marvelous cock and balls and ass. I wanted to bask in the mystery and excitement that this young boy offered
me. I wanted the sensuous arousal of all those tantalizing nooks and crannies of his crotch and I was going to get it.
But it cost the boy dearly. He was losing his control with every lap of my tongue.
He was losing his virginity in a way every young boy should lose it, I thought. He was getting a tongue-job that might be the best he'd ever get.
His loins jerked and flinched so quickly and so often that I eased up a little and let him calm down so that I could prolong his blowjob. And I was getting as much from it as he was, I was sure.
When his passion subsided just enough, I let my wet, soothing tongue float up his throbbing prick, slithering right to the very top. His ruby-red cock-head was tight and hard, and it pulsed with a lustful, hearty longing for my mouth.
I opened my soft, warm wet lips and slipped them deliciously over his pounding prick. Clamping them around his cock, I slowly slid my face down to the very base, until I had his whole luscious prick in my mouth and throat.
His cock-hair rubbed against my lips as I kept all of his long cock in my mouth for a moment, lingering down there and sucking on his
hot cock-meat softly.
He whimpered and whined and half-turned, throwing one leg up over my shoulders. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, nnnn," he moaned. I patted his thigh and drew my mouth all the way back up his hard prick, brushing my tongue back and forth across the bottom of his cock.
I could feel goose pimples on his leg and the pounding in his prick grew harder and hotter as I sucked and sucked.
My mouth was full of his young cock. It was so wide and thick, and it was swollen to such a size from all the delicious sucking I'd given it, that it stretched my mouth to the limits.
Just feeling that mouthful of hard cock set my cunt afire. My stomach was aching with rapture, filled with a hunger to taste his hot cum
My fingers worked in time with my tongue as I brought him closer to shooting his cum. I caressed his trembling loins and fondled his soft, sweet balls.
I went on for a long time that way, bringing him up close to shooting his cum, then letting his cock cool off until I could suck some more without letting him explode.!
I knew it was turning him into a harried,
over-anxious kid, filled with tension and hot desire, but I also knew that when he finally did shoot his wad of cum that it would be tremendous. He would thank me.
My mouth nibbled at his hard cock, arousing him with tender little nips, pressing my lips along the hard, rubbery surface of his cockshaft.
Then I let my fingers drift down into his ass-crack. As I sucked on him swiftly, pumping my face up and down on his cock, faster and faster, I allowed my finger to drift softly and slowly over the tiny, crinkly hairs right in the crack of his sweet ass.
Just as he began to howl and squirm with delight, I pulled my hand back and brushed my fingers lightly over the thick hairs at the top of his thighs, and all around his crotch.
He began writhing and moaning, crying out with agony at the tormenting sensations that my fingers were setting off inside his hot body.
I knew what he was going through. Every cock-hair felt like it was wired with electricity, I was sure. I kept my touch soft, fleeting, feathery.
Then I went back to his ass again, letting my fingers roam over that part of his asscheeks I could reach. I pulled his legs up over my
shoulders, bending his knees and pressing his legs back toward his chest.
This gave me a much better shot at his ass, and it opened up his crotch to my face, as well. I let my head twist and turn rapidly, sucking his cock harder and harder, as my fingers stroked all over his hot, fevered ass cheeks.
"Ohh, ohhh, ooooh!" he groaned, his belly convulsing and heaving with hot, aching passion. His groans were desperate, pleading calls for me to take him over the top and let him shoot his hot cum into my waiting mouth.
I knew I had to do it soon. I had spent most of the night fucking and sucking with Keith, and now with his anonymous young stud, and soon it would be getting light outside.
Reluctantly, I knew that I'd have to end this blissful night of hot cock-sucking before long.
That's when I shoved my finger into my cunt and got it all souped up with cunt-juice, right up to the last knuckle. I had my whole finger up my cunt, and it was not only getting wet-it was turning my cunt into an inferno!
I nudged it against my clit and felt a sweet, sharp stab of ecstasy flash through me! It was absolutely delicious, and I savored the tremors that gripped my cunt and my loins.
But I had something else in mind. I pulled my finger out, still sucking hard on his cock as I did so, and went back to his asshole for the last time.
I smeared some of the cuntjuice on his asshole, and then took his whole cock into my mouth, right down to the cock-hair.
I kept his cock deep in my mouth, nudging it down into my throat, and then finished wiping cuntjuice on his bunghole.
Then, I shoved my finger hard into his ass-all the way!
But even I was not ready for what happened next. His ass shot up in the air almost six inches when he felt my wet finger shooting up into his asshole.
His hard, throbbing, straining prick went cramming down into my throat-bulging out my cheeks, almost choking me.
And at that precise moment, he shot what must have been the first of about a tankful of hot, thick cum right down into my throat!
It was the msot incredible come I'd ever seen. His young body was into convulsions of hard, cum-spewing ecstasy. He shot and shot and shot cum until I thought he would never stop.
I gulped it down like a hungry animal. I
fought to keep up with his writhing, spurting cock!
Cum poured from him by the bucket. It was hot, thick cum with lumpy, gooey chunks that stuck in my teeth and against my cheeks and all over the walls of my throat.
I shall never forget that come as long as I live.
But, more-than that, I shall never forget what happened when he finished coming. I could not control my curiosity I wanted to look at this young angel whose prick I'd sucked so long and who had shot so much delicious cum.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I've got to see what you look like," I said as I reached across him for my lantern.
"No, no, please!" he protested. I thought his words-his voice-sounded familiar. But it couldn't be. Before he could stop me, I had the lantern in my hands and I flicked the switch, catching him full in the face with the beam.
It was Johnny, my own son! I had fucked and sucked my own son! I had swallowed my own son's cum! My own son had given me a fantastic, mind-boggling fuck, and I had given him an incredible blow-job!
"Hi, Mom," he said softly. "That was one
hell of a job you did on my prick"