Lesa Ann wished she had a bedroom to go to. The incredibly erotic thing she had just witnessed-her mother giving a blow-job to her brother-had gotten the juices flowing. Now all she wanted to do was find a nice, quiet, private place where she could finger-fuck herself into a satisfying climax.
But since moving out of her house and into her grandparents' place, Lesa Ann hadn't had much privacy. There just wasn't enough room
in the house for everyone to have a bedroom, so the bed she shared with her sister was in a small area at the top of the stain, close to the bathroom, very near her parents' bedroom.
When she heard the sound of her mother's high-heels clicking softly on the stairs, Lesa Ann knelt down, hiding herself in shadows. She had heard the argument between Charlie and Janet, and it rather frightened her.
When Janet went to the bathroom, Lesa Ann hugged her knees, keeping herself hidden in shadows. A thousand questions danced in the girl's mind.
Where could she find a place to play with ha cunt and clit until she found the sexual release she so avidly needed? Were her parents going to get a divorce? How could she ever survive in the house with so little privacy?
Lesa Ann closed her eyes, putting her chin on her knees, wondering if her family were failing apart all around her.
Janet was glad that she didn't rim into anyone on her way to the bathroom. She closed the bathroom door before turning the light on..
When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she saw something that she hadn't seen in a long, long time.
Confidence. That's what Janet saw in her eyes. Confidence. The sure knowledge that even though she was in her late thirties-pushing forty, in fact-she was still an extremely good looking woman with a stunning, curvaceous body.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Janet studied her tits. She had always been proud of them. They were mounds of billowing, creamy flesh that Charlie had once loved to have pressed around his cock: He used to kiss them and suck on the nipples for hours on end.
Janet cupped her tits, raising them slightly. The pink areolas were sensual, not quite perfectly round. They were actually oval-shaped and quite large, surrounding her nubby nipples which were still hard and erect with excitement.
Taking a wash cloth, Janet rubbed her tits, getting the film coating of her son's cum off them. She washed her neck and face, then refastened the clasp of her bra, fucking her milky tits into the white lace cups. After buttoning her blouse and re-tucking it into her skirt, she felt she was ready to go to a bar.
"Maybe I'll find some hunky guy and fuck him," she whispered challengingly to her mirror reflection.
But she knew she wouldn't. She loved Charlie, even if he had suddenly changed after losing his job and house. She loved him more than she could imagine, and her little dalliance with Jonas had been just that-a dalliance. Jonas had surprised her at a time when she was emotionally weak, at a time when she needed a cock. As long as she had been with her son, Janet figured she hadn't really cheated on Charlie.
The big-titted blonde ran a brush through her shoulder-length hair, then dabbed perfume on her neck and between her tits. On impulse, she added a touch of lip gloss to her mouth.
Janet was just about to leave the bathroom- she had already switched off the light-when she heard footsteps. Her heart leaped in her chest. The last thing she wanted to do was run into anyone. She didn't want to explain to anyone why she was leaving the house.
She heard a hand at the door knob and Janet took two quick steps backward. She just barely missed being hit by the opening door as Mitchell, her other son, stepped in.
He flipped on the light switch, squinting his eyes against the sudden bright light. He never noticed his mother standing so close to him as he opened his robe and brought out a raging hard-on.
It wasn't until Janet gasped at the sight of her son's cock that Mitchell realized he wasn't alone in the bathroom. He wheeled around to face the sound, his bone-hard prick still clutched in his hand, shock registering in his eyes.
"Mother!" he hissed in surprise.
Janet put a finger to her lips, quieting the boy before he made any more noise. She tried unsuccessfully to keep from gawking at his big, delicious-looking cock. Mitchell's prick wasn't as big as Jonas', but it was still quite large. Janet's experience told her Mitchell's prick would measure a cunt-stretching eight inches long. It was only slightly less in length than her husband's, and about the same thickness.
Janet asked Mitchell several questions, staring straight into his eyes, telling him he had no reason to be embarrassed and that all she wanted from him was die truth. He explained he had been in bed, his mind going from one fantasy to the next. The only way he would ever get to sleep was if he went into the bathroom
and jerked off. That was why he had come there with a hard-on swelling out the front of his robe.
"I understand," Janet whispered. "You have to have relief almost constantly." Janet swallowed the tight lump in her throat, fighting to say the words she knew she must. "I am your mother, and I'm supposed to help you through your… problems. If you would like to… use me, use my body, you may. We'll just pretend that none of this is actually happening. You'll keep your eyes closed and let your fantasies run wild, and I'll just pretend that nothing is happening at all."
Janet didn't believe heron words, but she felt better about having said what she did. Her cunt was burning with desire, slick pussy-juice lubricating the pink lips of her cunt. Her clit was hard and erect, tingling with lust, ready for excitement.
Mitchell went to kiss Janet, but she turned her face away from him, avoiding his searching lips.
"No," she whispered. "That's too intimate. Just do whatever you must do to find relief. I won't stop you."
Mitchell shrugged his shoulders sad his robe fell to the floor of the bathroom. He was completely
naked now, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. The teenager's mind was reeling. He just couldn't believe what was happening. Though he did not admit it to Janet, he had lusted after his own mother for a long, long time.
"You can touch me, if you need to," Janet whispered, keeping her face turned away from her son. She burned with the need to feel his hands caressing her body. "I won't stop you, no matter what you want-I mean need-to do. I want you to be happy, Mitchell. I want you to be able to find relief in me."
In his unbridled lust, Mitchell worked quickly. He opened Janet's blouse, pulling it out of her skirt, and then taking it off. Janet shivered, feeling the heat of her son's gaze on her tits. The bra gave her an unnaturally tight cleavage, making her look stupendous.
Mitchell took his mother by the shoulders, turning her so that she leaned against the bathroom sink. Janet placed her hands on the countertop, spreading her feet slightly, completely availing her succulent, curvaceous body to her son's frightened but inquisitive hands and fingers.
Very gently Mitchell eased his fingers inside
his mother's bra. He unhooked the bra and pushed the cups away from her tits. The moment he laid his eyes on Janet's big, round, creamy melons of tit-flesh, Mitchell groaned softly and threw his face between them. Grabbing her tits, he pressed them against his cheeks, inhaling deeply, his cock wagging and throbbing, standing out from his body.
Janet turned her face up, tipping her head back on her shoulders. Her skin felt electrified. When Mitchell's hands went from her tits to cup her ass, she purred softly, fighting with fading will power against the rising tide of her unquenchable lust.
"Take me however you want me," Janet whispered, shocked at the cock-hunger that consumed her judgment. "Take your relief in me, my son."
Mitchell pressed his fingers deep into Janet's ass-cheeks, bending down to kiss the smooth arch of her neck. The scent of her femininity, combined with her delicate perfume, was a heady aroma that made his head swim. He caught the tab of her skirt's zipper and tugged it slowly dawn. In the silence of the bathroom, the sound of the metal teeth separating seemed magnified.
Mitchell pushed the skirt past the full, sweeping curves of Janet's hips. The skirt, a dark navy blue color, crumpled in a heap at her ankles. Janet stepped out of the skirt, keeping her feet close together. Mitchell immediately pulled her panties down to her knees. Janet tried to step out of them though the bikinis remained wrapped around one ankle.
"I've got to fuck you," Mitchell whispered, his tone displaying the tension going through him.
His cock was so hard it seemed ready to burst at any moment, but he wasn't particularly close to cumming yet.
Janet almost asked her son what he wanted her to do before she reminded herself that she was just supposed to be a female body for him. She wasn't supposed to volunteer anything. Janet saw herself as not really fucking her son if she didn't take an active role in what was happening.
Mitchell brought his hand up between his mother's spread thighs. He touched her cuntlips, feeling the heat and moisture of her pussyjuice against his fingertips. When he slipped his middle finger between Janet's cunt-lips, sliding it into her cunt, he felt her cunt tighten around
the invading, probing digit.
"Ohhhh!" Janet sighed, her lips parted slightly, face turned toward the ceiling as she felt the finger driving easily deeper into her hot, moist, tight cunt.
Mitchell stayed a step away from his mother as he finger-fucked her. His eyes trailed up and down her amazing body. He couldn't recall a time when the sight of a feminine body had turned him on more. Her waist was so narrow, yet her hips were full and curvy, and her tits were second to none.
The teenager began moving his hand up and down, shoving his finger into Janet's cunt until he pressed her clit with the heel of his palm. He used his other hand to reach around her body and fondle her smooth, taut ass-cheeks. The hand moved down over her thighs. He groaned, pleased with the texture of her tan, thigh-high silk stockings. Mitchell rubbed his mother's lace garter-belt strap.
The touch of her son's finger spread the fire of lust throughout Janet's soul. Though she tried to keep the words from spilling out of her mouth, she couldn't. The hunger to have a hard cock driving into her cunt was overpowering.
"Fuck me, Mitchell. I know you want to. You don't have to pretend with me. I won't stop you." The words burned Janet's soul, but she couldn't help herself. When she had jerked Jonas off until he came on her tits, it had heightened her need to get fucked. When she gave him a blow-job and swallowed his thick, salty wad of cum, it had pushed her need to get fucked to heights she never thought possible. Now her other son, Mitchell, had a big, hard cock ready for her, and all Janet could think about was how heavenly it would feel to have him driving that prick into her cunt.
Mitchell hesitated. Despite his mother's words, he was still unsure of himself. In the back of his mind he kept thinking that this must be some bizarre dream. He suspected that he'd wake up at any moment and find himself jerking off.
Janet leaned back, keeping her feet spread wide. She felt the rounded edge of the sink against her naked ass-cheeks, then felt her son's thighs rubbing against her silk-encased inner thighs. A moment later Janet groaned softly as
the fat, rubbery head of Mitchell's cock touched I lightly against her clit.
Mitchell held his prick by the shaft. He rubbed
his cock-head up and down over Janet's cunt-lips, getting the knob of his prick moist and slick with her cunt-juice. Once this was accomplished, Mitchell placed his cock's crown firmly against Janet's cunt-lips and released the shaft. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her securely, watching his prick and the pink cunt lips.
"Ahhhhh!" Janet moaned as she felt the cock-head forcing her cunt-lips apart, driving into her cunt.
The heavenly feel of finally having a cock pushing into her cunt once again almost made her cum then, even though Mitchell hadn't even driven the full length of his prick into her yet.
Mitchell's legs were quivering. He unconsciously pressed his fingers deep into his mother hips as he slowly drove inch after inch of his rock-solid cock into Janet's cunt. When he finally had all of his prick buried inside his mother's seething cunt, he pressed his chest against the warm, firm melons of her tits.
"You're so beautiful," Mitchell whispered, his lips nuzzling the size of Janet's neck.
Janet could feel the cock throbbing inside her cunt. She trembled, her fingers squeezing the edge of the sink, spreading her legs a little wider
apart for her son. When he began pumping his hips, driving his prick in and out of her cunt, the heavily veined, thick shaft of his cock rubbed tantalizingly against her fiery clit.
The touch of her son's muscular chest against her tits, rubbing against her tingling nipples, burned Janet to the soul. She squirmed, working her hips around just a littie, adjusting herself so she could take the full length of Mitchell's cock into her cunt easily.
"Ohhhhh!" Janet sighed, enjoying the glorious sensations that fucking her own son gave her.
It was then that Janet realized why she was so turned on. It wasn't just that Charlie hadn't paid her body enough attention lately. She had tried to convince herself that that was the reason for her behavior. But in her heart of heart's Janet realized that it was the knowledge that her own son was fucking her that ignited the lust in her, that made her skin feel like it was burning up.
"So beautiful," Mitchell whispered in his mother's ear, sinking his cock into her cunt until her cunt-lips were tightly surrounding the very base of his cock-shaft.
The tingles coming from his balls told
Mitchell that he would really explode when he finally gushed his wad of cum deep inside Janet's sizzling cunt.
Each time the boy pumped his cock into her cunt, skewering her with his column of cockmeat, Janet shivered. Her red-hot clit oozed out cunt-juice, lubricating the tight channel of her cunt. His hands played over her flesh, touching her thighs and hips, sometimes running up to briefly squeeze the huge, succulent mounds of her tits.
Janet felt the rising tide of her excitement. She knew she couldn't stop herself from cumming.
The mind-boggling excitement of having her son's cock pumping smoothly back and forth between her cunt-lips, driving deep into her cunt, was much more than her passion-hungry body could take.
She was pleased with herself for emitting only a short, high-pitched squeal of ecstasy when her cum started gushing out of her cunt. The shaft of Mitchell's cock continued to rub against her clit as he drove his prick harder and faster into her cunt. The friction against her red-hot clit sent spurts of cum from her. The slick, clear cum trickled down the insides of Janet's thighs until it became soaked up in her tan stockings.
"You came, didn't you?" Mitchell asked, catching his mother's hippies between his fingers and thumbs, tweaking the fiery buds as he worked his prick back and forth between her cunt-lips. He felt supremely proud of himself for fucking his own mother into an orgasm.
Janet did not answer her son. She tried to pretend that nothing had happened, that she hadn't cum, but she knew that her son wasn't fooled. Mitchell had enough experience fucking girls to know when one came from his pounding, thrusting prick.
Janet raised her knee so that it was up near her son's pumping, pounding hips. She shivered, her cunt-lips stretching around the driving shaft of his cock. Through the hazy fog of her post-orgasm exhaustion, she could feel herself slowly but surely being driven toward yet another climax.
"Mother, you're so hot! Your cunt is so tight," Mitchell whispered. He drove his cock full-length into the woman's cunt, cupping one luscious tit at the same time.
Janet swilled in the glorious sensations going through her. Mitchell's hands traveled over her tits, pinching the lust-hardened nipples, pressing deep into the creamy globes of tit-flesh.. His
hands traveled over her silk-clad thighs, fingers caressing her lacy garter-strap.
Looking down, Mitchell saw how his mother's cunt-lips puckered inward as he drove his cock into her cunt, then pulled out, still conforming to the oval shape of his cock-shaft, he withdrew his cock. The triangular, curly cuntbush was slightly darker in color than the gold blonde hair on Janet's head, and it rather surprised Mitchell that his mother's cunt-bush was as small as it was.
Mitchell plowed his cock hard into Janet's cunt, slamming his crotch against hers. He gloried in the feel of her silk stocking sliding against his hip, and of her succulent cunt massaging every inch of his cock. Driving the full length of his prick into Janet's cunt, Mitchell felt his balls slap into the tight, taut crevice of her ass-cheeks. His balls were tingling madly, the cum churning inside.
"Ohhhhh! Awwwww!" Mitchell groaned, his face twisted with the sexual tension that was tightening his body.
Janet looked at her son's face through her dark, long lashes. She whispered a single word,
The thick, spurting eruptions splattered
against the inner walls of the big-titted woman's cunt. Janet tightened her cunt-lips around the driving shaft of her son's cock, whimpering softly with total satisfaction. Though she did not cum a second time, Janet was happy that she didn't. If her senses had been ripped apart by another orgasm, she wouldn't have been able to concentrate on Mitchell, wouldn't have been able to see that beautiful expression on his face as he released his balls load of cum inside her cunt.
Mitchell groaned softly, his hips twitching. Turgid jets of cum raced through the shaft of his cock, spitting mightily from his pisshole. When he finished cumming, he rested his forehead against his mother's shoulder.
Janet brought both feet beneath her again. She stroked the back of her son's head lightly with her fingernails. His cock was still inside her cunt, but she could feel it getting soft.
"My son," she whispered soothingly. "My darling son. I hope you feel better now. I hope you can get to sleep."
Mitchell said nothing. He couldn't believe that his mother had just allowed him to fuck her. His cock felt like it would get hard again in a couple seconds, and he didn't know what
Janet would think about him springing another hard-on.
"Mother, I-"
"Shhhhh!" Janet hissed, silencing Mitchell. "There's no time to explain. I understand what a boy your age goes through. Now go to bed. Go to bed, get some sleep, and in the morning this will never have happened."