Ann slept almost all day long, after her wild masturbation bout with her obscene phone caller. She fumbled drowsily around the big house, wearing her cut-off terrycloth robe. It had been almost floor-length, but she'd snipped it off so the hem just barely covered the bottom fringe of her pussy hair. It made it so easy for her to finger-fuck her slippery cunt, and that's all she'd done almost every hour, every day for the first six weeks after Fred had died!
She stood by her bedroom window, looking down into the tree-lined street. Her finger teased over her erect clit. Erotic thoughts about fucking a big cock raced through her mind, but she was hesitant to call her brother again he was the only stud she knew. Widows didn't have it so easy – unless they got hung-up on playing with, their own snatches!
While she watched the sparse traffic on the street, a taxi squealed to a stop in front of her house. A tall guy in a soldier's uniform got out, paid the driver and hoisted his heavy barracks bag as though it weighed nothing at all. Ann let out a squeak of joy and raced for the stairs. Her son, Bob, was home on leave from Pinecrest Military School!
He looked up, grinning happily, as she skipped down the stairs. Her big tits, bounced and almost fell out of her robe.
"Bob! How wonderful to have you home again!" Ann cried.
His arms were strong, around her. He'd grown so tall that when Ann put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips, her rounded asscheeks stuck out below her robe.
Her hot kiss of welcome took him by surprise, but he hugged her – and said, "You look wonderful, Mom! It's great to be home."
She held him tightly, crushing her breasts against his wide chest. God, how tall and strong he had grown! Her heart skipped a beat when she felt his hand brush over her bare ass. She realized he could look down and see her naked ass sticking out from under her robe. Did she feel the quick pressure of his cock rising in his pants – or was it just her horny imagination?
"You must be starved after your long trip. Come into the kitchen with me while I fix you some supper." She slipped her warm hand in his and tugged him toward the kitchen.
Ann whisked around the big room, her tits bouncing and the bottom of her firm ass flashing at her son as she cooked him a big steak and whipped up some home-fries. She was conscious of his eyes watching her tits move around under the thin robe. She was not surprised to feel her nipples growing firmer.
"There. Eat hearty." She gave her son a quick hug, her robe opening and one full round tit falling out right under his eyes! His face colored a faint red. Ann glanced down at his lap. A huge wet spot had grown right where the end of his cock must be!
She sat down and chattered happily with him while he ate, hearing about his school term through mouthfuls of steak and potatoes. Ann felt she was sitting at the table with Fred, her dead husband. Bob looked exactly like him! If his cock had grown as big as his father's…
Ann tried hard to put sexy thoughts out of her mind. She failed. She knew she was going to get him to fuck her. She had to! It would be impossible to lay in her bed, alone, with such a close duplicate of her husband in the next room!
After Bob finished his meal, he went upstairs to shower. Ann idled around her room, teasing her wet pussy and listening to the shower running in the bathroom. She could not stand to be away from Bob. Besides, she wanted desperately to see his naked body. His bare cock!
Ann closed the bathroom door behind her, and leaned against it. Her hippies were achingly hard. Her clit stuck straight up from between her full cunt-lips. She could see the vague outline of her son's strong body through the translucent shower curtain. While she watched, he turned sideways to her. She swallowed hard, listening to her heart pound in her ears when she saw his thick long cock jutting out over his heavy balls!
He reached up and turned the water off. Ann began to hum loudly, so he'd know she was in the bathroom. She reached for a towel to hand to him, as he brushed the curtain aside. The towel fell from her trembling fingers when her eyes saw how huge his cock had grown!
"Oops! And I wanted to give you such good service," Ann smiled, trying to keep the color from rushing to her cheeks.
"I'll pick it up, Mom," he grinned, stepping out of the tub. His long cock swung back and forth. Ann's fingers twitched. Her cunt grew hot as fire! She turned to the basin mirror and combed her hair while he dried off, but she couldn't take her eyes off his immense prick reflected in the mirror. She deliberately untied her robe.
"When you get dried off, why don't you come to my bedroom? I'm turning in early, but you can sit on my bed and talk to me for a little while. Okay?"
She turned to face him. Her robe slipped open.
Her full breasts impatiently pushed out of the terrycloth. His eyes flicked over her trembling tit mounds. His burning glance took in her blonde patch of silky cunt-hair. He coughed nervously, and kept the towel between her and his cock.
"Sure, Mom. Be along in just a minute."
Ann left her robe hanging open, and stood smiling at him until it became embarrassing for her to stand there almost naked. She knew he had a huge erection. He had to! His bedroom-eyes had burned with the fire she used to see in Fred's eyes when they would lay naked in bed and masturbate for each other! Ann smiled and kissed him quickly, and hurried to her room.
She lay naked under a thin sheet. It outlined every curve of her figure. Hotly, she opened her legs and tucked the sheet down tightly over her wet cunt and closed her legs. She knew seeing her body that way would drive Bob wild with desire!
She lay back on her stacked-up pillows, waiting. Thinking. About what she knew very well she was going to do. About how she used to sit this way, stark naked, and finger-fuck her cunt while Fred would lay between her legs, jacking his rigid cock, getting them both so hot that Ann would come the split-second he sank his hard tool into her slickly wet cunt! How fantastic those jack-off sessions had been! Ann often wondered if other married couples did sexy things, or if the man just took his woman, for granted and squeezed her tit once and then plugged her. For Ann, foreplay had always been almost as exciting as the main bout!
She looked up as Bob came into her room. She patted the bed beside her. He had outgrown his old bathrobe. It didn't cover his muscular chest. And it almost didn't even cover his cock. When he eased down beside her, she saw the wide tip of his cock. Her heart thudded against her ribs.
Ann smiled and sat up straight, the sheet slipping down until just the tips of her erect nipples were denied to his hot eyes. Her warm hand rested on his leg, inches from his cock-tip.
"I've missed you so much, Bob," she murmured. "The nights are so lonely. No strong man to hold me in his arms. To make love to me. I never dreamed Fred would be taken away. Do you know what it's like to be so lonely and so hot you… well… you just have to play with yourself?"
He nodded, reaching out in quick sympathy to touch her sheet-covered leg. "I know, Mom. It's awful at school, some nights. Listening to the guy's horny talk. I-I did a lot of jacking-off." He blushed red, hearing himself blurt out such a secret to his mother.
Ann smiled sweetly, and let the sheet slip a little lower. His dark eyes zeroed in on her swollen tits with their pink centers of erect flesh. Her finger moved over his leg. It brushed against the silky flesh of his cock-head.
Ann's clit was raising holy hell, under the sheet. She could feel her hot cunt-juice trickling down her pussy-crack. Bob's nostrils flared as he picked up on the scent of her wet cunt. He jerked, but he didn't move away when her fingertip pressed on the end of his swelling cock.
"Now you don't have to play with yourself, Bob. Not while you are on leave. Not in this house. I… I'll help you relieve your tension. I know what it's like to be young and horny. I'm not that old, you know."
Ann took a deep breath and slid her hand over her son's cock. God, how thick and long it was! And how alive! Her fingers closed. She could feel every beat of his strong heart in his throbbing cock! Ann's toes curled. They pushed the sheet down, revealing her flat stomach. Her trim naked waist. The very top hairs bristling with anticipation on top of her pussy-mound. She flipped his robe open and boldly seized his rigid prick.
He coughed nervously. He looked down at his erect cock in her soft hand. Then he looked at the inviting, curly blonde cunt-hair fringing over the top of the sheet. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on his forehead and his upper lip. He was hot! Charged to the hilt with a wild desire to fuck his mother! He was appalled at his horny thoughts. Sons didn't fuck around with their own mothers. But she was jacking him off. Wow! His mother was actually pumping up and down on his rigid cock! Slowly. Squeezing and releasing the pressure. He felt his balls tighten.
"You have such a beautiful cock, Bob dear," Ann whispered. Her thumb slid over his wide, soft cock-head. She smeared his sudden flow of cockjuice over his velvet skin. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening on her leg.
Ann lifted her knee. Her toes pushed the sheet down. His eyes riveted on the soft puff of golden cunt-hair that grew between her full thighs. His cock stiffened even more in her hand!
"Bob…" Her voice was low and sexy. "May I suck your cock? Please?"
His voice was gone. Along with all his resistance to the idea that guys should not fool around with their mothers! He slid down, watching his jerking cock coming closer and closer to his mother's opening mouth. He groaned out loud. Her legs opened. He rested his head on top of her soft thigh, staring intently at her pink cunt-lips. Wet. Scented like heaven! Glistening with, her flowing pussy-juice. He felt her soft mouth close over the head of his raging hot prick.
"Oh! Jesus Christ!" His shaky voice sounded strange to him. He had never had a woman go down on him. And he had never seen such a beautiful cunt as the one he was staring at. His hand timidly reached out to touch her soft pussy flesh. Her hips lifted. Her cunt-lips parted slightly. He gently pressed his finger on her erect clit.
Ann moaned and jerked hotly. Her mouth slid down until her nose was buried in his soft pubic hair. His thick cock made her jaws ache as she opened wide to take him in. She felt his cock-head touch the back of her throat. She eased back, licking and biting his shaft, very gently. Her hand squeezed his heavy balls, lifting them. How his cock pulsed in her mouth. And his finger, brushing so softly back and forth over her clit, was driving her wild with lust!
"Put your finger inside me, Bob darling," Ann breathed, taking her mouth away from his rigid cock for a few precious moments. She felt his hand push her leg open. She trembled, waiting for the touch of his finger on her hot cunt-flesh.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Her long sigh, and the way her cunt grabbed for his finger, made Bob's cock grown even thicker and harder in her sucking mouth. Ann raised her knee, pushing down on the bed, lifting her cunt free so he could see and feel every inch of her pulsing pussy.
Bob had finger-fucked girls. Ann was sure of it. He knew just how to slide his middle finger into her. To move it around, brushing her clamping cunt-walls. He knew how to rub his thumb over her screaming clit and make her so damn hot she sucked furiously. Her head bobbed up and down. She rammed his cock way down her throat. Her white teeth nibbled and chewed on his red cock-tip. Her hips would not, stop jerking!
"No! Don't take your cock away from me!"
Rob had shifted suddenly, sliding his cock out of her hungry mouth. He moved over between her legs, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. His strong hands lifted her legs, pushing them up toward her aching tits.
Ann's sharply explosive gasp echoed around the huge bedroom. His mouth covered every inch of her hot cunt and his tongue was going crazy in her steaming hot pussy. She squirmed and bucked under his mouth, grabbing for her breasts, twisting her nipples, aware that her hat clit was sending wild charges of electricity zipping through her shaking body.
The guy needed no training. No instructions from his mother. He ate her hot cunt like an expert. She came so quickly the room spun crazily around before her glazed eyes. She saw nothing but a red haze of lust. She responded to every movement of his probing tongue. Every lick of his strong tongue driving her mad!
"Suck me. Suck me!"
His nails dug into her soft flesh. He held her hips down, keeping her on the edge of the bed. He was sucking her crazy, swallowing her hot pussy-juice, nibbling on her flaming clit, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go in her spasming pink cunt tunnel.
"Bob! I'm coming. Oh, God in heaven! I'm coming!"
He just held her tighter and sucked her. Harder and harder. Her orgasm came and went. Another followed. Another! Ann began to whimper and mutter meaningless words of passion. No man had ever eaten her the way Bob was eating her cunt!
Ann's stomach cramped with sharp pains. Her pussy seemed to be flowing gallons of sticky cuntjuice. Her clit was swollen three times its usual size. Whenever he would ease his pressure a little, her hips shook and quivered, lifting, pressing her cunt tighter to his mouth.
"Bob! Bob! I can't come any more. You're killing me with love!"
He acted as though he didn't hear a word she said. He rolled her over, draping her legs down over the side of the bed. She felt his strong hands separating her tight asscheeks.
"Ummmm! Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh!"
Her whole body shook like she had a wild fever. His tongue licking her hot asshole made her clutch the sheet and tear it to shreds. She kicked and bucked, wild with passion! He held her down, licking, licking, licking.
He tongue-fucked her quivering asshole. For what seemed like hours. But Ann had lost all track of time. She had no idea how many times she had come. Her whole body felt like it was on fire! Her empty hands clenched, longing for the feel of his rigid cock!
And now his tongue was sliding back out of her asshole. Ann lay shuddering. Gasping. Waiting to see what he would do to her. She felt his strong tongue lap along her ass-crack. Along her spine. Ever so slowly. Over her shoulder. Up her neck. She turned over. He licked across her hotly flushed cheek. His tongue dipped into her open mouth. She could taste her own pussy. Her own asshole. Her finger went straight for her cunt.
He French-kissed his mother, feeling her body shake and her hips fuck back against her finger whipping in and out of her pussy-hole. His mouth moved down to her left tit. She seized her hot tit and jammed it into his mouth. He sucked her rigid nipple, drawing it up and out. He chewed on it, listening to her hot moaning. She released her pussy and guided his head to her other tit. He sucked her nipple until she was ready to scream with the delicious pain. She tried to keep him sucking her tits, but he was too strong to be stopped. His wet tongue trailed down her stomach, probed swiftly into her navel, moved on down to the very top edge of her cunt-hair.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop, Bob!" Ann pleaded.
Her clit seemed to jump up to meet his tonguetip. Ann's legs snapped shut, bringing her clit up from between her full cunt-lips. His tongue swirled around and around. She came with startling swiftness. And she thought she didn't have even one more come left in her!
"No… don't stop licking my clit! Where… where are you going?"
He didn't answer. His tongue licked down her thigh. Down, down, clown until she felt him sucking her toes. Licking the soles of her feet. Up her other leg. She lay panting, waiting with screaming impatience for his tongue to reach her clit again.
"Aaarrrrggghhh!"
Her low, guttural gasp of pleasure when his tongue brushed over her clit got through to him so much that his throbbing cock suddenly began to spurt jet after jet of hot cock-cream all over her legs. And he hadn't even touched his cock!
Bob lifted his head, staring in amazement at his hard prick erupting his full load of white-hot cum. Jerking and shooting all over his mother's hot body!
He groaned, grabbing for his twitching cock. He rolled off the bed and shuffled out of her bedroom, hitting the door frame with his broad shoulder.
Ann lay gasping. Alone. Her cunt aflame. But what a terrific around-the-world job she'd just gotten! What a magic tongue her son had!