When Vivian reached her patents on the phone, her dad sounded vastly relieved to hear that Andy was indeed at home. She gave him an excuse about the boy having felt a bit queasy and said that she thought it would be a good idea for him to stay at home tonight and then return to their house the next morning. Her father was so glad that nothing serious had happened that he accepted the idea immediately.
By the time she got back to her son's room.
Andy had dropped off to sleep. For a moment, Vivian stood there looking down at her young son. The moonlight on his face and the effects of sleep had smoothed out the tension and anger that had been there earlier. At the moment, she could see clearly the young boy that she had watched grow, that she had nursed and taught and watched as he became a young man before her very eyes. She could remember nights of illness and worry, of sitting up late and sleeping fitfully, awake at the slightest cry from his room.
Then her eyes moved down, and she saw the hard young body that so resembled his father's. The broad chest, the strong arms and legs that spoke of an athlete. His cock had grown soft and was resting on his right thigh.
Going to the bed, Vivian removed her robe and lay down quietly, so as not to disturb her sleeping son. His prick looked so lovely lying there. In the moonlight, she could see a thin trail of glistening cum that had oozed from the tip and dripped down his inner thigh.
He's so handsome, the woman thought. She was proud of him, of his achievements, of the way he had turned out as a person. But at the moment, she found herself hungrily aroused by his hard body and the memory of that prick that had only moments before pumped her mouth full of cum.
Leaning down, she gently ran her tongue along the boy's leg, lapping up the thin trail of jism that had leaked across his skin. Then she turned her attention to the fleshy lump of his prick head. She kissed his cock softly, running her tongue across the sensitive skin, and was thrilled that even in sleep Andy's prick moved in reaction to her kiss.
Vivian took the boy's limp cock between her full lips and sucked it all the way into her mouth. His prick tasted so wonderful to the woman, and she massaged it lovingly with her tongue.
Andy moved sleepily as his mother nursed at his prick, finally opening his eyes and looking down. For a moment he watched in confusion.
"I thought I had been dreaming," the boy said, his word sounding fuzzy and slurred from sleep.
Vivian raised up to lie beside her son on the bed. She massaged the increasing thickness of the bay's cock, rubbing the cock head between her thumb and first two fingers.
"Have you had dreams about making love to me before, honey?" she asked, suddenly realizing that such dreams must be common to young boys.
"Yes," he finally admitted sheepishly, "sometimes. I don't mean to make it sound dirty or something."
"I don't think it sounds dirty at all," the woman said softly. "I think it's only natural that a growing boy would have sexual thoughts about the only grown woman he's ever known well. What kind of dream have you had?" She bent down to press her lips to the boy's nipples and suck the tiny nubbins of flesh.
"Oh, you know," he said evasively. "All kinds."
"Did you dream about me sucking your cock?"
"A few times," he said uneasily, obviously embarrassed by going into details about such secret thoughts.
"Have you ever wanted to suck my tits?" she asked, rising on the bed in order to allow one huge tit to dangle near the boy's lips. "I'd like having you suck my tits, baby."
Softly at first, Andy began kissing and licking at his mother's tits. The nipples grew hard and rubbery beneath his tongue and twisting fingertips. He took first one and then the other nipple into his hot young mouth, and Vivian wanted to weep from the pleasure of her son's lips and tongue on her tit meat. His hands crushed the swollen tit mounds, the fingers digging deep into her sensitive flesh.
"Yessss, honey," she moaned. "Eat Mommy's titties good. Suck 'em, baby. Suck and bite on my tits. I like it hard, Andy. Work on my tit real hard."
Obediently, the boy began chewing on the beautiful redhead's tits. He caught a nipple fiercely between his teeth and pulled it outward, lashing at the sensitive skin with his tongue until Vivian thought she was going to go mad with pleasure.
"I've got to have your cock, Andy," she grunted. "Do you want to bury your cock in my pussy, honey?"
"Ummmm-hmmmm," the boy grunted through his tit-stuffed lips.
His hand moved down between his mother's legs. He worked his fingers between the drooling pussy lips, burying them deep inside the woman's cunt and massaging the dripping cunt walls.
Vivian began rubbing the knob of her son's cock against the scubby flesh of her clit, and nearly leaped from the bed when it first came in contact. The heat of his prick flowed into her clit, setting the sensitive nubbin of fuck-meat quivering with hunger for more.
"I've got to have it, baby," she grunted, rising slightly and planting the head of the boy's cock between her pussy's drooling lips. "I've got to have this sweet piece of prick now!"
Lowering herself slowly, the woman sighed as the huge cock fucked into her depths.
Oh yes, she thought, afraid to breathe or speak for fear of destroying the feelings that were starting to race through her guts. It was such a fragile thing, such a frail moment of dreams. She had never realized before how much she wanted her son's body, how closely she had identified the boy with his father as the youth grew older and more like the man.
Now, it all seemed too good to be true.
Farther and farther, she lowered herself on the shaft of her son's swollen prick, feeling the hot skin of his cock meat as it brushed all along the wet trembling walls of her pussy. Finally, his prick was all the way inside, buried so far in her pussy that their crotch hairs were matted together and drenched from the juice that dripped from her cunt hole.
"Oh, Andy," she sighed, lowering herself forward from her sitting position until she could move back and forth to rub her nipples across her son's lips and tongue. "Your cock feels so good, baby. I feel as if the head is buried all the way up into my stomach. It's so long and thick."
As Andy began sucking and licking softly at his mother's nipples, the woman started a gently rolling and rocking motion as if she were riding on a rocking horse. Back and forth, the motion forced the boy's prick to slide through the woman's cunt. Because of the position, the cock knob worked its way through the depths of her cunt, leaving nothing untouched.
"Suck my tits good, baby," Vivian grunted as she rode her son's hot prick. "Chew 'em up while Mom fucks herself on your sweet cock."
Andy bit and clawed the woman's tits. Soft, growling noises rose from the back of the boy's throat and drove Vivian on to even more violent movements on her son's prick. The boy pulled his feet up and braced them on the bed so that he could push his cock even higher.
"Jesus, Andy," the woman gasped as her son's huge prick fucked even farther into the streaming depths of her cunt, "I keep cumming and cumming in little bursts, and they won't stop."
Reaching around her plunging ass cheeks, the boy slid his finger deep into the crack of her sweating ass. In an instant, his fingertip had found it itching hole of her shitter. Plunging his own ass up and down to meet Vivian's thrashing ride, Andy gently fucked his finger inside the tight hole. The woman went insane from the double assault of prick and finger. The boy fucked it in and out, stopping just short of allowing it to pop outside the ring of itching assmeat.
Jesus Fucking Christ! Vivian's mind screamed. By this time, she was desperately gasping for air, her only sounds being the panting grunts of a woman being thoroughly fucked. It's so wonderful, she heard a voice saying somewhere in the back of her mind. His prick is just so fucking wonderful.
Wave after excruciating wave of pleasure washed across her lust-fevered body. The orgasms were stacked up and waiting for her. There was no end in sight. No sooner would one series of racking convulsions begin to die away, than another would start taking its place in the depths of her cunt. Somewhere in the back of her mind, an endless lust swelled. It consumed everything eke until the whole of her universe was occupied by nothing but an eternal hunger for cock.
I could die of lust, she thought, without caring one way or the other. I could keep fucking him until my heart burst and my brain exploded from the heat.
Suddenly, she noticed that Andy as moving more frantically beneath her. The crash of their bodies together caused a wet slapping of flesh as the combination of her cum and their sweat drenched the boy's cock hairs.
"Christ, Mom," the youth grunted, "I'm I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me, baby," she begged. "Fill my belly with that big load of hot cream."
"Holy shit!" the boy bellowed suddenly as the first blast of his jism exploded from the plunging tip of his prick.
Thick globs of his cum splashed across the walls of Vivian's pussy, and the woman thought that the top of her head was going to explode as her son's jism burned like acid on her dripping cunt flesh.
"Yessss… oh, God yesss!" she shrieked. A wall of orgasm unlike anything she had ever known before crashed into her consciousness, and the woman thought she was going to pass out from the force of it. It was a tidal wave of bliss that made all her other orgasms seem like nothing at all.
Desperately, the woman fucked up and down on her son's prick. Her frenzied humping came close to forcing her all the way up and off the length of his cock shaft. If it hadn't been for the clawing grip that Andy had on her ass, she would have lost it entirely.
Over and over, he sprayed cum. Each blast seemed to totally flood her all over again. Each explosion of cock cream brought on yet another racking jolt of electricity from deep in her guts. It was as if each one was a first orgasm, her first sensation of a cock inside her body.
This is impossible, she said to herself as her lungs pumped and gulped for air. I'm riding my own teenaged son's cock and fucking him like a mad thing. What would people do if they knew about this? The photographs had been bad enough, but this was something else entirely.
Then she realized that nothing else mattered. No one else in the world could ever have that kind of effect on her again. She had learned that there was no use in trying to justify herself to the world. She was nothing more than what she was, and there was no longer any way to deny her hungers and the realities of herself as a woman.
Finally, Andy's long spraying explosions of cum began dying away, and her own orgasms started fading. Vivian fell in exhaustion across her son's body.
"Jesus Christ, Mom," the boy panted softly into her ear. "I've never felt anything like that before."
"Me, too, tiger," she purred, cuddling warmly against the boy's sweaty skin. "I think you've just about killed your old mom."
"Never old," he said, reaching down to kiss lovingly at her cheek. "Not to me."
Vivian rolled over, allowing Andy's still oozing prick to slide out of her cunt with a wet splashing sound. She knew that they had totally drenched the bedspread, and that fact faded away with all the others that could have no degree of importance in her new world. This new world was one of changed realities and different realizations. All the woman wanted right at that instant was to curl up against her son's hard body and drift off into the world of sleep with the odors and warmth of their lovemaking to bring her sweet dreams.