Misty had known it would come to this eventually.
She had not made any attempt to stop it. On the contrary, she had encouraged her son. It was the first fuck she had enjoyed since her husband passed away, and she had been looking forward to it since then. Now that it happened, she was elated. Guilt or shame never once reared its head. To her, it was most natural to fuck her son. Both were eager, both were hot for it, and it was no one's business in the first place.
Although they had gone to their separate bedrooms the night before after fucking in the car, Misty had wanted her son to come to bed with her. But thinking her son wanted to be alone in his thoughts, she had bathed and slipped into the bed alone, wondering if Billy was naked in his bed, playing with his cock and balls as he remembered how it felt to have her cunt wrapped around it. She spent half the night awake, feeling deliciously tingly, and then slept soundly until mid-morning.
When she woke up, she showered quickly, wrapping a loose, light robe about her nakedness and found her son in the kitchen. He had already eaten, and it pleased her to see that he had brewed her morning coffee. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he wore a pair of old, faded jeans he had hacked off at the hips for summer shorts and nothing else. He looked up at her, a nervous smile on his face. Misty pulled his head into her stomach and hugged him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
Sitting down, she poured herself a cup of coffee, and sipped at it. Billy seemed agitated, as if he had something to say, but didn't know how to begin. She smiled at him, her eyes soft and expressing her love for him.
"Some night, huh?" She grinned at him, holding her cup with both hands.
Billy nodded, his lips curling up in a smile, a soft gleam in his young eyes.
"Did you have fun, honey?"
Again he nodded, his eyes watching the way his mother's tits pushed at the thin robe. Misty sipped at her coffee, watching him look at her tits. He licked his lips, a glow burning hotter in his eyes. Then he stood, moving to the sink behind her.
"Oh!" Misty gasped, suddenly when he unexpectedly dropped his hands over her shoulders from behind and cupped her tits. She almost spilled her coffee. "You startled me! Your father used to catch me off guard and do that, too."
Billy grinned down at her, squeezing her tits outside her robe. He leaned over, and as Misty pursed her lips for his kiss, he ran his tongue over her mouth, from one corner to the other. Then he stood up again, moving back to his chair.
"You know, you're so much like your father," she said softly. "Maybe that's why… well, you know."
"You really miss Dad, don't you, Mom?"
"Very much, baby," she said.
"So do I," Billy responded, but his eyes were back on her tits again.
"Darling, are you trying to see my tits?" she asked, teasing.
He nodded. "You have pretty tits, Mom."
"All you have to do is ask," she said, and holding her cup with one hand, pulled her robe apart, exposing her tits to him.
Misty's tits, although full and firm, were not large. They stood high on her chest, the pink nipples tilted upward, quite long, set in lovely, mouth-watering discs of pebbled flesh. Her skin was creamy white, except for her tan line, which was a light golden color. She lifted her shoulders to make them push out more.
Billy swallowed, his eyes glazing with desire. "Does it make your cock hard?" She smiled, sipping her coffee. "Your father used to have a nice hard-on every morning."
"I woke up with a hard-on, Mom," he said. "Oh, you should have come to me with it," she whispered.
"I looked in, but you were sound asleep."
"No matter. You could have put it in me and woke me up that way," she purred. "It's a beautiful way to wake up, a hard cock sliding into cunt!"
"Mom?"
"Yes, baby?"
"About last night," he said. "Didn't you love it?"
"It was great, Mom," he said. "After we got home, it was really great. I mean, at the drive… That guy."
"Oh, that," she said softly.
"I got jealous," he confessed.
"Jealous? Honey you had such a big hard-on!"
"I know I did, Mom, but I kinda wish you wouldn't do that with guys."
"You don't like it, huh?"
He shook his head. "I get really excited when you, you know, show it off, but I didn't like it when you sucked that cock."
Misty understood what he was saying.
"You get turned on when I show myself, but it's look but no touch, right?"
He nodded. "I guess I'm just a little kid and don't understand, Mom, but I don't like to feel jealous."
"Then I won't make you jealous anymore," she promised.
"Not that way," he said. "Just show it to people, but I'd rather you didn't let them touch you, or you touch them."
Misty didn't answer for a moment. She felt her emotions burn with love for her son. Last night she had sucked the teen-aged boy off because of the circumstances, because she had been so damned aroused by what happened.
"Okay, I won't do that again," she promised.
"But you might want to," he said.
"Maybe so, but I won't. I promise." She leaned across the table and offered her lips to him. When he kissed her, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, and they giggled about it. "Now, let me see that hard-on you say you've got under the table."
Billy stood, and his prick was bulging, the head of it just barely showing at the ragged fringe of his shorts. Misty gazed at it, eyes soft and hot. She touched the head of his cock with the tip of one finger, then slipped his prick out. She closed her fist around it, jacking him slowly, squeezing the hardness to make the head swell more, watching his piss-hole flare and drip that clear juice. While she jerked on his cock, she used her other hand to open his shorts, and dragged them to his feet.
"Beautiful," she breathed, cupping his sweet, young balls in one hand, pressing her fist at the base of his cock to make it strain outward.
Misty lowered her face, kissing the head of her son's cock, then moving her tongue over the smooth flesh, finally dipping at his piss-hole to taste the hot juices there.
"Want a blow job?" she asked in a husky voice, her eyes looking up at his glowing face. "Want mother to give you a nice blow job?"
"Like last night… that guy…"
"Better," she purred, dragging the flat surface of her tongue along the underside of her son's cock. "A much better blow job."
Misty slipped out of her chair to the floor. She sat back on her heels, her robe open, long thighs showing, knees together. Billy saw his mother's tits, the silky hair of her cunt as she sat there caressing his full balls and stroking his cock.
She looked up at him.
"Darling, you don't have to stand so stiffly. You can touch me." She pulled one of his hands to her tit, curling his fingers around it. "If a girl is going to suck a guy's cock off, she should let him feel her up, right?"
He grinned, squeezing his mother's tit.
"Mmmm, nice, baby," she purred, running her tongue about the smooth head of his cock, cupping his balls again. "Your cock is so hard and hot, and your balls… I love your young balls, Billy."
She held his balls up, pressing her lips to them, kissing wetly, and rubbing his throbbing cock along her cheek and neck. Still holding his balls, she shoved her other hand off his cock and around his ass, cupping a tight asscheek. Billy drew his hands to his mother's soft hair, running his fingers through it, watching her. Misty rubbed her hot, moist lips along the shaft of his cock, kissing his piss-hole again. She licked through the skimpy hairs at the base, down onto his balls again, then his cock once more. Her eyes burned up at his excited face, wanting to watch his pleasure as she sucked his cock off. Her cunt was steamy, and she writhed her ass on her heels.
She held his eyes as she sucked, her lips tight and slippery on his cock. Billy's cock felt perfect in her mouth. It was not too big, nor too small, but to her, it was a perfect hard-on to suck. It did not enter her throat and choke her, as her husband's cock often did. Even her son's dripping juices tasted different on her tongue than those of her husband. Billy's seeping juices tasted sweet, hot, slippery.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as she sucked. "Mmmmmm!"
Billy held her face, his hands cupped over her ears as he watched her mouth with glassy eyes. He trembled as he felt her finger rubbing at his asshole, the other gripping his balls. Very gently, he began to work his cock in her mouth, fucking her lips.
Misty's eyes flashed her pleasure up at him, and she sucked a little more vigorously.
"Ooooh, Mom!" he moaned.
"Mnunmm," she responded with her mouth full of his hard cock.
"Ahhh, your mouth is so hot, Mom! So hot and wet! Oh, suck my cock, Mom! Suck my cock… my cock."
Misty sucked faster, darting her lovely face back and forth, her lips sliding wetly on the hardness, her tongue licking. She was as excited as her son was to taste his cock throbbing in her mouth, and her cunt was rippling as if she was about to come. She would have opened her knees, but her son was straddling them, arching his hips forward, his cock in her mouth. The friction made her lips burn and tingle sweetly.
Lifting her mouth from his cock, she mewled. "God, this is making my cunt so fucking wet, Billy! Ooooh, tasting your hard prick is going to make me come, I think. Honey, you can fuck my face… you can fuck mother's face. You don't have to just stand there."
"I don't wanna choke you, Mom."
"You won't, darling. Come on, fuck my mouth, Billy!"
She gulped his cock back in, jerking at his ass, her finger sliding around his tightly clenched asshole to urge him to stab her mouth with his cock.
Billy held her face, and began to fuck it.
Misty moaned softly in delight. She released his balls and grabbed the other cheek of his ass, spreading them as she pulled his prick deep into her mouth. She feverishly rubbed at his asshole, her eyes on fire as she held his gaze. Billy thrust, pulled back, and thrust again. Misty whimpered with rapture, and held still while he fucked her mouth, his balls bouncing off her chin. She held his cock with tight lips as he shoved it in and out, her tongue pushing it to the roof of her mouth. She swallowed often because his cock dripped so much, the juice sliding down her throat to her stomach.
With a feverish gurgle, Misty pushed the tip of her finger at the crinkle of her son's ass, remembering how her husband liked this. Billy grunted, and rammed his cock even faster into her mouth. In fact, he fucked her face so fast, his cock came out and scooted along her nose to her eyes. With a squeal, she quickly caught it with her mouth again, sucking as hard as she could, demanding, wanting him to come into her mouth. Her finger moved deeper into his asshole, and when her son didn't protest, she began to slide it in and out of the pucker, from the tip to her knuckles.
"Mom, that's… ohhh, Mom!"
Her eyes flashed with encouragement as her son fucked faster and faster into her mouth. She finger-fucked him in his tight little asshole vigorously, his balls slapping off her chin.
"Ahhhh! Mom, my cock… my balls!"
Misty's fingers darted up his asshole deeply, a low, hungry moan coming from her cock-filled mouth. The hard throbs of his cock were more pronounced, and she was ready to gulp down her son's come juice. Billy, so excited he could not slow down, fucked his mother's face faster and faster.
And again it jerked from her mouth.
"Oh!" Misty gasped, opening her mouth wide to catch it greedily.
Billy's balls bounced off her chin again.
And once more his cock jerked from his mother's mouth.
But this time, he squirted.
"Ohhh!" Misty wailed, yanking one hand off his ass and grasping his cock, jacking it swiftly, plunging her finger in and out of his contracting asshole frantically. She tilted her face, lips open, catching the rapid squirts of his come juice in her open mouth.
"Mom… oh, Mom!"
Misty plunged her finger in and out of her son's asshole, jerking on his gushing cock, catching most of his hot come juice in her mouth, but some splashed her face. Billy, his eyes glazed, watched his mother's mouth fill with his come juice until it began to drip from the corners of her mouth. With a final spurt, he sagged. Misty pulled her tight fist up his cock, bringing the last of his creamy juices to his pisshole, where her tongue licked it off.
Then, with a wet, soft strangling sound, she swallowed his juices, jerking her hand from his cock and thrusting it between her thighs, rubbing vigorously at her hairy, bubbling cunt, coming hard. She withdrew her finger from his asshole as Billy staggered back to his chair, breathing hard and watching her as she finger fucked her cunt to orgasm after orgasm, his come juice dripping off her lips, her face glistening with cum that had spattered there. Her tits swelled up, nipples as hard as his cock had been just a moment earlier.
When Misty slumped weakly, Billy removed his shorts from his feet, and leaning forward, tenderly wiped his mother's face.
She looked at him, her eyes soft and warm, her face radiant as she smiled at him.
"Billy, you have the sweetest come juice I've ever had," she whispered softly. "It tastes better than any I've had in my mouth."
"You like to suck cock, huh, Mom?"
"I love to suck cock, baby," she said, leaning her head in his lap and hugging his ass. "I love to suck your cock."