Pauline dropped the magazine on the floor by the bed and she reached down to take her son's hand. She guided his trembling young hand to the towering shaft of his hard cock, then helped him wrap his fingers once again around the post of flesh between his legs.
"Go ahead, Roger," she whispered in his ear. "Jack off while I show you the real thing. I'm sure you'll like me more than the pictures in that magazine, darling."
Pauline moved her hand away from her son's rigid cock, but not before making sure that her boy was moving his own hand up and down his cock. She felt lewd beyond belief as she slipped out of her negligee and stood stark naked before her son. She saw his eyes widen and stare as she stripped herself for him. She let her hands drop to her sides for a moment when she was naked, letting the boy have a good long look at her body.
"Do you like my body, Roger?" she smiled.
Roger tried to say something but the words wouldn't come. The boy just stared at his mother's luscious naked body, his gaze roving from her huge naked tits all the way to the downy nest of blonde pussy hair between her long legs. He had never realized that his mother was so beautiful.
"I thought you would, Roger darling. I don't know why I haven't let you see me naked like this before. Have you ever seen a woman naked before, Roger?" she asked.
Her horny son shook his head.
"Then I'm the first. How wonderful. Have you tried to seduce any of the girls at school yet, darling?"
"G… gosh, Mom!" the boy choked.
"Don't be afraid, darling. Tell your mother. Have you had any experience with girls yet? You have nothing to hide from me now, Roger." Pauline smiled, her cunt itching with lust.
"I… I… well… I got Marcie Weston to let me touch her… her tits," the boy rasped.
"How wonderful! And did Miss Weston have nice tits, Roger?" his mother asked, letting her hands run up her sides until they were poised beneath her own full firm titmounds.
Roger nodded. He knew that Marcie's tits were nothing compared to his mother's.
"Were they smooth and warm, Roger darling? Did they fill your hands with silky flesh? Did the nipples get stiff when you touched them, Roger?" his mother asked, cupping her luscious titmelons in her hands and offering them to her son.
"Jesus Christ! Oh, Mom! Wow! I… I don't believe this!" the boy choked, his cock feeling as if it would explode at any minute.
Roger was still moving his hand up and down on his dripping prick. He couldn't help feeling that he was still dreaming and that he would shoot off at any moment and find a big wet splotch of cum on his sheet. He had never been so horny in his life, not even after trying to get Marcie to let him have a feel of her tits and cunt. His mother was driving him wild, and she seemed to be doing it on purpose.
"You like looking at my tits, don't you, darling," she cooed, lifting her silky tits and offering them boldly.
"Jeeze, yeah!" the boy rasped, his eyes bugging out as he stared at the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen or even imagined.
"Would you like a closer look, Roger?" she smiled, gliding over to her son and thrusting her tits toward his young face.
Roger felt weak. He had been stroking his cock up and down almost absentmindedly as he watched his mother strip for him, but now his hand froze on his prick. She was so close to him. Her naked tits were only inches away from his face. He stared wild-eyed at the glowing flesh of her luscious titmounds. Her nipples were stiff and pointed as if they were excited by his cock. It was as if they were begging to be touched.
"Aren't my tits pretty, Roger? Your father used to tell me they were perfect. Of course it's been so long since he's noticed. You're noticing though, aren't you, darling boy?" She smiled, rubbing her thumb over the peak of her nipple and making it tingle.
"God, yes! They're beautiful, Mom!" her son said.
"Would you like to touch my tits, Roger?" Pauline asked in a low smoldering voice.
"But… I… I… I can't… I… I mean… you're… you're my… my mother! I… can't touch you there… can… can I?" the boy struggled.
"I want you to touch me there, Roger. It's all right, darling. Don't be afraid. Anything we do together is all right. I want to teach you all about women. Do you want me to, darling?" Pauline breathed, her cunt blazing with depraved lust for her son.
"I… I want you to, Mom!" the boy said in a dry voice that trembled with excitement.
Pauline reached down and took her son's hands, guiding them to her naked tits. When she felt the warmth of her son's young hands on her flesh, she almost fainted.
Roger gasped out loud when he felt his mother's warm tingling flesh against his hands. The warmth of her naked tits seemed to soak right into his hands and go straight to his balls. His hot young cock shot straight up against his stomach and jerked hard against him. He had never felt anything like his mother's tits. Marcie's had been silky and smooth too, but they were not nearly as full as his mother's. Her tits were double handfuls of resilient flesh that just had to be squeezed and kneaded in his hands.
"Oh, Roger! Your hands feel so good on my tits! Your hands are so strong! It's been so long since a man has fondled my tits, Roger! Your father used to squeeze them that way, too, darling," Pauline said, her eyes slightly closed in ecstasy.
"He… he did, Mom?" the teenager choked as he ran his hands over his mother's freely offered tits.
"Oh, yes, Roger. Do you know what else he used to do to me?"
"No, Mom," the boy said breathlessly.
"Your father used to suck my nipples!"
"He did?"
"He sucked my titties like a baby, Roger. It made me feel so good. He licked my nipples and wrapped his warm lips around them and sucked and sucked and sucked. Doesn't it make you all hot and hard just thinking about it, Roger?"
"Jesus yeah, Mom!" the boy said when his mother's tits were so close that her nipples were brushing against his lips.
"Would you like to suck your mother's tits like a man now, darling?"
"You… you meant it?" the boy rasped.
"Oh, yes, Roger. I mean it. I want to feel your lips pressing against my hard little nipples. I want to feel your tongue licking and sucking my fucking hot tits. I want you to feel the hard points of my nipples in your mouth while you hold my tits in your hands and fondle them," Pauline cooed, her cunt melting with lust for her eager young son. "Suck my tits, Roger. Don't be afraid. Hurry, lover! I can't wait another second!"
Roger couldn't wait another second, either. He buried his face between his mother's tits and breathed deeply, inhaling her feminine scent and going wild inside.
"Oh, Mom! Mom!" the boy moaned.
"I know, darling. Isn't it wonderful?" she breathed, cupping her luscious tits in her hands and crushing them up against her son's cheeks.
Pauline felt her pussy flutter with pleasure when she felt his lips kissing her tits. His lips seemed to be all over her naked tits at once.
"Oh, Roger darling! Your lips feel so wonderful on my tits! You make me feel so good! My nipples, darling! Suck my nipples! They're so stiff and tingly! Oh, yes! That's right! Oh, God, yes! I love it! Suck them, Roger! Suck them like you did when you were a baby! Suck your mother's tits!" Pauline moaned.
Roger's cock was jerking hot and hard between his tense young legs. He wrapped his lips around his mother's hard pointed nipples and sucked. He felt her loving hands on his cheeks and on his head as he nibbled and sucked her tits. He began biting at her tit-peaks ever so gently, just tugging a bit at the flesh between his teeth. She seemed to like the way he nibbled her tits. Then he started flicking his tongue over the hard little points of flesh as he nibbled them. She seemed to like that even more.
"Roger, darling, are you sure you've never done this before?" Pauline asked her son.
"Gosh no, Mom. I've dreamed about stuff like this, though!" the boy said, his voice muffled by his mother's swelling tit-flesh.
"You're such a horny young stud, Roger. I'll bet you've dreamed of doing all sorts of nasty things with women. Have you dreamed of having a woman kiss your cock, darling?"
Roger looked up at his mother, his mouth open, a look of longing in his eyes. Was she just talking, or was she really going to do what she was saying? Roger was beginning to think that almost anything could happen now.
"You've made me feel so nice with your lips and tongue, Roger. I want to make you feel nice, too. I want to make some of your sex fantasies come true tonight, Roger." Pauline smiled, falling to her knees in front of her son.
"Jesus! What are you gonna do, Mom?"
"Just relax, darling. You'll find out soon enough what I have in mind for you. What a big beautiful cock you have, Roger. It's so long and thick. Just look how it stands straight up from your lap. It's so thick! I wonder if I can get my fingers all the way around the shaft of it!" Pauline cooed, daring to wrap her loving fingers around the throbbing shaft of her son's prick.
Pauline felt her son's body stiffen when she grabbed his sensitive cock. She let her free hand fall to his naked leg. She felt the lean muscles of his leg flexing beneath her loving hand as she stroked his leg to calm him.
"You're so tense, Roger. Just relax and enjoy what's about to happen to you. We'll have such wonderful fun, darling!"
Roger almost passed out when he felt his mother's hand on his cock. It would have been enough of a shock to feel anyone's fingers wrapping around his naked prick, but knowing that it was his own mother made the sensation even more exciting. Her fingers were warm and incredibly soft against his sensitive cock, much warmer and silkier than his own fingers when he jerked off. He couldn't get over the way she stared between his legs at his dripping prick. She looked at it hungrily, as if she wanted to eat it.
"I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand, darling. It's so hot and hard. And it's dripping with prick juice, isn't it?" she sang, her eyes glittering with pure lust when she looked into her son's open eyes.
"I… I guess it is, Mom…" the kid choked, his mouth dry with tension.
"Your cock cream is dripping over my fingers and making them all slippery, darling. You must be very, very horny tonight. Have you ever tasted your own pre-cum, darling?"
The boy tried to say something, but the words didn't come.
"I just love the taste of a man's jism, Roger. It's so hot and salty and delicious. I simply must taste yours, darling. You don't mind if I do that, do you, Roger?" she asked.
Her son shook his head rather weakly.
Roger watched in disbelief as his mother lowered her beautiful face closer to his cock. When her lips were only an inch from the throbbing head of his dripping prick, he felt her blow a stream of warm moist breath over it. She held his cock tightly in her hand to keep it from jerking around. The tightness of her fingers around his prickshaft made his hard cockhead swell even more. The boy couldn't imagine how his aching cock would feel if her lips happened to brush against the head of his cock. He knew her lips would touch his prickhead if she moved any closer to him.
"Are… are you really gonna…"
"Yes, darling. Yessssssss," she hissed, letting her lips press firmly against the slippery swollen head of her son's virgin cock.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, shit!"
Roger's balls tightened between his legs when he felt his mother's lips on his cock for the first time. It was as if a shock of electricity had shot through his cock and zipped through his entire body. The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Her lips pressed insistently against his naked cockhead. They were warm and wet and he could feel them moving against his prick.
Pauline slipped her hand between her son's legs and she grabbed his naked young balls, squeezing them gently. She felt his ball-sac tighten in her hand. She pulled his hard throbbing cock against her face, making his prickhead press even more tightly against her loving lips.
Roger gasped out when he felt her tongue suddenly flick over the glistening head of his cock. He felt the tip of her wet eager tongue press gently against his throbbing cock. He opened his eyes and watched as his mother gathered a droplet of crystal-clear pre-cum fluid on the tip of her tongue, then took it into her mouth.
"Ummmmmm! Delicious, darling! So hot and tasty! I must taste more of your delicious young prick, Roger! You don't mind, do you? I know you've dreamed of such things," Pauline cooed, licking her lips and dying for the taste of her son's prick.
"I… I don't mind, Mom… I mean… uh… if… if it's all right… I… I mean… well… you know… "
"It would have to be our little secret. It wouldn't do for anyone to know that your mother has been sucking your prick, Roger. Can we keep it our own little secret?"
"Sure, Mom! I won't say anything! Honest!" the boy said, longing to feel her lips on his cock again.
"Let me show you what it's like to have your cock eaten by a woman who's really hungry for hard prick, Roger, darling!" Pauline told her son, bending over his towering cock and opening her mouth as wide as she could.
Roger had never felt anything like it. He hadn't even imagined that anything could feel so good. Her mouth was warm and wet and slid against his aching cock. He felt the tingling head of his cock rubbing over the roof of her mouth as she swallowed his throbbing prick flesh. Her mouth sucked at his cock as her tongue ran around it. Inch by inch she took it into her face, sucking more and more of it down as if she wanted to swallow it all the way to his balls.
"I… it sure feels good, Mom! Can… can you swallow all of it without choking?" the boy asked, his cock straining against her lips as she ate his prickmeat.
Roger heard his mother moaning deep in her throat as she took his cock into her mouth. He soon felt her throat squeezing against the shaft of his jerking prick. Every time his mother swallowed, he felt her throat contracting around his impaled cock. He soon felt her face pressing against his furry groin. She had somehow managed to take every throbbing inch of his long hard-on into her throat. He thought it must be awfully uncomfortable to have his big fat prick in her throat, but she seemed to be loving every second of it.
Pauline had almost forgotten how much a big hard cock in her mouth could turn her on. She felt her son's prick jerking in her mouth and throat, felt the bulbous head of his cock swelling. The more she worked on her son's prick, the hornier she became. By the time she had accustomed herself to the thick post of flesh in her throat, her cunt was blazing with desire. As she started bobbing up and down on the boy's prick she couldn't help imagining that his huge hard-on was deeply buried in her seething cunt.
"Jesus! Mom! Oh, shit! That feels so good, so good," the boy rasped when she started moving her head up and down on his aching cock.
Roger could feel her pearly teeth gently scraping against the shaft of his cock as she bobbed up and down on it. The friction of his cock against the silky flesh of her mouth was driving him wild. His balls felt as if they were filled with gallons of cum just waiting to pour from his cock. His cock tingled and ached with lust for his beautiful mother. She was making him feel better than he had ever felt in his life.
Pauline's head was moving faster and faster, up and down over her son's lap. Her hair brushed against his legs with each downward plunge. She almost choked each time the swollen knob of his prickhead banged against the back of her throat. Her son's pre-cum ran down her throat in little rivulets that made her hungry for more hot cock.
"Mom… I… I… think… I… I think something's gonna happen if you keep doin' that!" Roger rasped, his balls gathered in a tight knot between his legs.
Pauline let her son's cockhead pull from her lips with an audible plopping sound. "What might that be, lover?"
"We… uh… I… think my… my… stuff is gonna shoot out!"
"Your stuff? Do you mean your cum?" Pauline asked, her lovely lips glistening with her son's slippery jism.
"I… I don't' think I can help it, Mom! I'm so… so horny! If you keep suckin' me, I know it's gonna happen! You don't want me to shoot it in your mouth… do you?" Roger asked, his balls swelling with excitement.
"Yes, darling boy! I want you to let yourself go, Roger. I want you to let your hot fucking jism shoot out of your big fat balls and pour right down my throat!"
"You… you really mean it, Mom?" Roger choked.
"I'll show you how much I mean it, darling! Hang on, lover! You're going to shoot your first load into a woman's mouth!"
The lusty mother took her teenaged son's prick down her throat all the way to his cum-filled balls. She began bobbing up and down in short fast movements, sucking at his cock and squeezing his impaled prick deep in her contracting throat. She knew that it would be only a matter of seconds before he shot off in her face.
"Mom! Mom! It's gonna happen right now! I'm gonna shoot my wad! I can feel it! It's comin'!" the boy grunted. "I'm comin' in my own mother's mouth!"
Roger closed his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides as his orgasm tore through his balls. His balls felt as if they had become hand grenades that were exploding between his legs, blasting his mother's sucking throat full of hot cum. Blast after blast of cum shot through the stiff pipe of prickflesh between the boy's legs. Each shot of cum that went through his prick made his whole body shake with pleasure. There seemed to be no end to the spasms of delight that shook his tense young body.
Pauline almost strangled on the thick wads of cum that the boy pumped down her throat. She felt his cock suddenly swelling just before the first blast of jism poured into her mouth. She felt her son's fat swollen cock suddenly thrusting deeper than ever down her throat. She knew that Roger couldn't resist bucking his ass and fucking her face hard and fast. The intensity of his passion was too much for him to control.
When she had swallowed what seemed like a gallon of her son's jism, she let his still-hard cock pull from her sucking lips with a loud plopping sound. She smiled up at the panting boy, her lips wet and glistening with his cum.
"Wasn't it nice, Roger?" she said. "Wasn't it better than looking at those silly magazines and playing with yourself?"
"Golly yeah, Mom! This is wild! Will… will you suck me off, again, Mom?" the boy asked.
"But you just shot a huge wad of cum, darling! Surely you're not still horny! Just look, darling. The cum is still dripping from your prick! Are you ready for more so soon?"
"Heck yeah, Mom! I can shoot off lots more times! I'm awful horny, Mom! You're makin' me this way!" Roger said excitedly.
Roger was just what Pauline wanted, a young stud who would never go limp on her. She knew that she was violating the age-old taboo against incest, but she couldn't hold back now. She had tasted sex with her horny son and she hungered for more. The boy wanted her, and she had to give him what he wanted.