It was going to kayo to stop! She couldn't have Justin fucking her anymore. As much as she wanted it, Betty knew she couldn't have a young lover – not with her daughter living there.
Betty steadied herself against the dining room table, looking at the note she'd written to Justin. It was the day after the party Kathy had attended with her brother. Soon Brian and Justin would be leaving. The note would just make sure that he would understand – no more fucking, no more rolling in the sack.
"Something for me, Mom?" Brian asked. Betty nearly jumped from her skin as she pulled the note toward her, crumpling it in her hand.
"Oh, no, some groceries I have to pick up, nothing more," she said, trying to regain control of her thoughts.
Brian shrugged, walking into the living room and throwing himself down on the couch, crossing his legs. He stretched out one arm and picked up the paper, flipping to the sports section. Betty bit her lip. Kathy wasn't home. Where was Justin? She wanted to give him the note, to let him know that they were through.
"Where's your friend?" Betty asked, feeling her heart beating more quickly just thinking about him.
"Justin? Oh, out somewhere. Said he had some shopping to do at the mall before we left. He's nuts about sweaters and all that," Brian said, turning the page and flipping it noisily.
Betty sighed, folding the note more carefully and putting it under the phone. She would give it to him later.
"You know, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you – about Justin, Mom," Brian said.
Betty froze, blushing to the roots of her hair. Thank goodness Brian wasn't looking her way, she thought.
"What?" she asked.
"Oh, he's been hanging around here all the time. He hasn't been going out. I thought he might like to go to that party. There were plenty of girls around. But he wasn't interested. You know why, Mom?"
Betty bit her lower lip, feeling the hot fire of lust burning up her thighs. She knew why. She knew why Justin wasn't interested in going out with any girl. She could have laughed at her son's words, but she managed to keep quiet.
"I really don't know," she said, turning and walking into the kitchen.
She figured she could keep her mind off everything until dinner. She was bending down to reach for the roast when she felt something behind her. Squealing, Betty nearly dropped the roast to the bottom of the refrigerator.
"Brian! You-you startled me!" she gasped. He backed away, barely giving his mother enough room to pull the meat from the tray and drop it in the sink. Betty saw that there seemed to be something odd about the way her son was eyeing her. As she pulled the plastic wrap from the meat, she saw Brian coming toward her again.
"Maybe you can help me here – with the peas! They take forever…"
"I guess I can help you with a lot more," Brian said.
Betty felt his hands slipping around her waist, his crotch hunching into her ass. She dug her elbows back into her sides, feeling Brian's knees rubbing into the backs of her legs. She opened her mouth, but was too shocked to make a single sound.
Brian was moaning softly, blowing hot air through the hair around her neck while kissing her softly. His fingers were gathering up the yellow print material of her summer cotton dress.
"Brian! This isn't funny!" Betty gasped.
Betty tried to squirm away. But he was holding her too tightly, rubbing back and forth, warming her ass in a way that made her see the danger of what was going on. She tried to move away again. But he was holding her too tightly, rubbing his fingers down now until they were cupped around her firm, high-riding tits.
"Brian! Are you drunk?"
"Want you, Mom! Want you a lot! Wanna fuck you – probably the way you've been fuckin' Justin!" he moaned.
"That's not true?" Betty exclaimed, feeling her blood boil in her veins.
"Well, it doesn't matter! I wanna fuck you, and fuck you right now!"
"You can't! It's not right! Oh God, it's just not right!" Betty cried.
She didn't really want him to stop. He turned her around, his hands dropping to her ass. Betty pulled back, her palms pressed against his broad chest while her feet slid uselessly back and forth on the tiled kitchen floor.
It felt good having her son squeezing her asscheeks. Each time he pulled them apart and milked them, her cunt rippled itchily, her clit stiffening and pushing up from the surrounding moist pussy flesh. He was bunching harder, rubbing his crotch against hers. Betty felt as if someone had slipped a gob of cold cream inside her cunt. It was wet and slippery, and the tingle she had felt earlier had grown into something far more urgent, far more concentrated. Her plump cuntlips were aching to be rubbed, to be licked and touched by her own son.
"Come on, Mom, you know you've been wantin' me to do this, right? I've seen you watchin' me at the table."
He was right. She had thought about fucking a lot. But she hadn't meant for things to go so far!
"No, not true, leave me alone!" Betty moaned.
"We're gonna have ourselves some fun – a party, just like the one I went to last night," Brian said.
She wasn't trying to push him away any longer. Betty tightened her arms around her son's neck, feeling him hunch into her birder. She could feel his hot, hard cock. Every time he hunched it felt as if he was aiming it for the hot, itching spot between her legs. Fucking her own son! The thought made her mind reel! Her voice failed her again, her breathing coming in low pants.
"No, we'd better stop! Oh no, no!" she groaned.
His grip on her loosened. He was looking down, his eyes boring into hers like laser beams. There was a burning determination in his eyes which Betty hadn't seen before. It took her breath away. It was meant for her! Brian wanted her, wanted her the way Justin had. She kit weak, faint, her knees knocking against one another and growing wobbly. His hands were all around her neck. The tips of her tits were pressing against his chest. She looked up at him with a pleading, puzzled look on her face.
"Yeah, I thought you were thinking the same thing I was! We've got plenty of time to do something about this too, I'll bet!" Brian gasped.
His voice was so low and husky that it sent shivers up and down Betty's spine. He hugged her close, picking her up off the floor until their mouths were even. It was a frightening, wonderful moment. He was whispering terrible, wonderful things about her while blowing through her hair once again.
"Come on, Mom, let's fuck! Let's do it! I wanna stick my cock into you and feel you all around me! Man, I've been wantin' to do this for a long time!" he exclaimed.
Betty tried to fight him, but she felt her strength ebbing from her body. Brian was right. She did want him to fuck her. She did nothing when he half-carried her from the kitchen to her bedroom. He was taking off her clothes, unbuttoning her blouse, then slipping her skirt down over her thighs until it puddled around her ankles.
She felt his breath against her throat as he pushed his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back. She could see his mouth. And then she felt his lips pressing against hers – tentatively at first, then hard, his tongue spearing between her lips and lunging into her mouth.
She kissed, back, their tongues fencing with one another, spit dribbling down either side of her chin. She wanted it all! She wanted to have her son kissing her and fucking her.
Betty was giving her hips soft, fucking movements while she felt Brian's hands cupping her asscheeks and squeezing them against one another. Betty was trembling, feeling every inch of her body catch fire while her legs gave way under her. But Brian was gentle, putting her down on the bed, reaching around, and unhooking her bra to free her tits.
"Oh yeah, Mom, yeah!" he groaned.
She caught half-glimpses of him stripping his broad shoulders, his developed chest, his cock, so thick and long it made her shiver just to stare at it. But there it was, just inches from her, ready to fuck her! Betty's nostrils flared. She sprawled her knees back until her outer cuntlips peeled back. Her son's eyes opened, watching as his mother exposed herself to him.
"Oh, yes, Brian, yes, I want you to fuck me please, fuck me!" Betty cried.
She was burning up with lust. She loved to stare at her son – his muscles, his tanned skin. He was so good looking and sexy and virile. She slipped her hand up to his chest, feeling back gingerly until she was cupping her icy, slender fingers around his prick. Brian let out a hiss, his body jerking as she tightened her hand and started jerking his cock back and forth.
"No, Mom!" Brian gasped.
The thought of what was happening made her head spin around and around. She let out a whimpery gasp as Brian slipped down onto the bed. He was kissing her tits, lightly licking her hard nipples, then moving down until he was licking at her navel.
Betty's legs trembled, undulating against the sheets as her son's tongue lapped down toward her cunt. She wanted him to suck her, to lick her pussy the same way his best friend had. She could feel her nerve endings trembling already, the sparking heat sputtering from the ends, setting her clit on fire while Brian's tongue slurped down, down toward her seeping cunthole.
Betty sucked in a little breath. She had to have his tongue in her. She had to have it licking around her pussy until she came in his mouth. Yes, she would do that, she decided, then cum with his cock in her!
"Ohhh, Brian!" Betty groaned.
He had his head wedged between her soft, silky thighs, his tongue licking up and down against the fur-lined cunt. Betty went wild, tensing her legs against her son's head, arching her spine, and fucking up and down until her white ass shivered with the moves. She reached forward, tensing her fingers against the sides of Brian's head while fucking her cunt into his mouth.
It was all much better than it had been with Justin. Just the thought that it was her own son licking her, lapping deep in her pussy, made the sensations all that much more intense. She rolled her hips up, shoving his tongue deeper into her cunt while she listened to the wet smacking sounds of his mouth. She thought she would faint from the sensations racing through her body as he licked and lapped.
"Ohhh, Brian, harder!" Betty cried.
She felt his fingers against her inner thighs, spreading her apart, pushing against her muscles as he stiffened his tongue and fucked it all the way in. Betty's stomach tucked in, her knees jerking up while her arms flopped down loosely from his head. She could feel sparks of delight exploding again and again around her clit, making the tiny organ sputter while she concentrated on the delicious feeling of being tonguefucked by her son.
"Oh yeah, Mom, you're hot and wet down there! You really want it!" Brian gasped.
"Ohhh, need cock! Need cock! Fuck me, Brian, fuck me!" she cried.
Brian kept his head buried in the woman's cunt for some time, enjoying the heat of her pussy against his lips. But Betty had a feeling her son needed to fuck her soon. His licking was becoming more frenzied, more wild, while his fingers were crawling all over her thighs and lower belly. He wanted to fuck her. The thought made Betty let out a sharp laugh as she pushed her head back into the pillow, strangling on her own cries.
"Fuck…"
"Oh yeah, Mom, yeah?"
He was back up to her, kissing her cheeks, her throat, the smell of her pussy wafting into her nostrils. She could feel his hot, hard prick jerking against her thighs. Betty could feel the cockhead inch up to her crotch, the double lobes nudging her outer cuntlips.
"Uhhhhhh!" Betty let out a throaty cry, feeling as if her world were coming apart at the seams.
Brian was fucking her, sticking his cock into her cunt and splitting her in two. Betty felt as if it was the first fuck of her life! Her pussy walls snugged up tight against Brian's prick while her nipples throbbed and ached in time with her clit.
She bounced her ass frantically against the bed, raising her feet slowly, then inching them back until her knees were nearly hugging Brian's broad shoulders.
Brian shook the sweat from his forehead, perspiration dripping on his mother's tits as she lay sprawled open for his cock. When Betty went to open her mouth to let out another cry, she felt her son's lips closing in on hers once more.
Betty wriggled her thighs from side to side, feeling his cockhead poke against her cunt walls. It was delicious feeling his hard, hot prick pushing down into her pussy.
Brian was teasing her, fucking in, then pulling back, the tugging sensation setting off fireworks of delight in her cunt. Betty whimpered, tearing her mouth from his and gasping for breath. Her cuntmouth closed down, her pussy muscles tightening, relaxing, then tightening again, each clenching movement sending more streamers of weird, itchy need up and down her spine.
And then Brian was hooking one hand around her ass as she rolled back, her legs tightening so hard around her son that he raised his body from the bed when he drew his cock out. She could feel the hot dribbles of cunt juice oozing between her asscrack. And Brian was toying with her shitter, poking against it with his fingers while fucking down deep with his cock.
"When you do that, when you fuck me like that, oh God, Brian, I think I'm going to die!" Betty moaned.
"You know what'd be real wild, Mom? Real wild?" he asked.
Betty didn't know what he was talking about. She could only moan and hold on for her life. But then she felt his fingers tickling into her asshole, fucking in and out, making her ass catch fire while her cunt burned and throbbed as if she was going to cum.
Betty trembled, feeling his prick stay in her cunt for a second, jerking and throbbing against her pussy walls. She could feel him puffing out slowly, until just his prickhead remained in her cunt. She knew her milking pussy was caressing him.
Betty shivered. It was all so fantastic. She never would have believed it could happen to her.
"Fuck me, Brian!" Betty gasped.
In a sudden rush of lust, she plunged her teasing ass up and down, up and down, ramming it against Brian's probing fingers in her shitter while her songs prick tore through her cunt, fucking into her until she thought he would his cock into the back of her throat. She knew was going to cum and cum, hard.
"Goddamn, Mom gonna-gonna cum, and I think you're gonna cum too!" Brian groaned.
His words sent a quiver of heat through her belly and down the inner flesh of her thighs. She was close, very, very close. She felt herself floating in a red-hot trance. She could only let him do what he wanted to do to her. He was fucking her down into the mattress, hammering his prick hard, making her thrash and groan. His cock was only halfway inside her, and Betty could feel the ridge along its underside. She was going to say something, but Brian let out a yelp, his hands tightening around her shoulders while his body trembled against hers.
"Fuck!" he screamed.
She knew what it meant. Her pussy exploded as globs of cum spattered against it. Her own son was shooting his jizz in her cunt! The thought sent more streamers of delight exploding again and again through her brain.
Betty held on tight, her fingernails scraping along his back while he shivered and shook against her. He was filling her with his jizz, his balls pumping more and more into her cunt, until Betty fell back, spent and exhausted from the effort of fucking.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Betty moaned.
"God, Mom, that was great, really groovy!" Brian gasped, kissing the back of her neck.
Betty sighed happily, blocking out the guilt that was starting to poke at her. She would think of it later – maybe.