If only Susan had known that Bobby had the same desires as she had, her wish could come true in an instant. And the same was true of Bobby. They lived through days of mutual lust and mutual fear. Bobby was constantly hatching plots that would get him into his mother's bed, but they were usually so fantastic that he couldn't have acted on them even if he wasn't as shy as he was.
He had an almost perpetual hard-on and he kept his hands in his pockets to hide the fact. He thought about getting together with Patty again even if it would mean encountering Bull, and he always had his eyes opened for new possibilities, but his heart was at home with Mom.
His horny longing kept him from seeing straight. At least that's the only explanation for his walking right up to Bull one day in front of the soda shop. Dobby had been walking along with his hand in his pockets and his eyes on the ground when he heard his name called. Looking up, he saw Bull and Charley, another big dummy, standing there by the newspaper rack with Cokes in their hands.
A feeling like an icicle went through him and he could feel his face go white. "Oh, Bull," he said in as normal a voice as he could muster and kept walking, hoping that Bull didn't want to bother with him. Suddenly he stumbled and realized that he had tripped over Bull's foot, which had been thrust out in front of his. He caught himself before he toppled over, but he knew he wasn't going to get away so easily. He didn't know if Bull knew about his fuck with Patty or if he only was pissed because he had sat with her in the movies. He hoped it was the latter.
"Hey, punk, where do you think you're going?" Bull asked.
"Just over to the soda shop, Bull," Bobby said in a weak voice.
"I can save you the trouble. Patty's not there," Bull said. His buddy Charley snickered in the background.
"I'm not looking for Patty," Bobby was eager to explain even though he knew it wouldn't do him much good. If Bull wanted to give him a hard time, talk wouldn't help.
Bull was standing in front of Bobby, toe to toe. He was several inches taller so he was looking down at him and his bulging stomach almost touched Bobby's. Bobby thought of running, but he didn't want to do that. It would be cowardly, and Bull would catch up with him sooner or later.
Bull lifted his hands and gave Bobby a stiff shove. Bobby stumbled backwards and Bull kept advancing. Bobby looked around in the faint hope that his brothers might be around, but he didn't see them or anyone else who might help. If he had to fight Bull, he wouldn't, but if there was any way out of it, he would take it.
Bull gave him another shove. Bobby was almost getting mad, but not, quite.
"Look, Bull, Patty's nothing to me. I mean she's just a friend, that's all."
Again Bobby was shoved roughly back. He felt adrenalin pumping through his veins, and was getting close to retaliating. Bull's big stomach would be an easy target, he thought. If he managed to take care of Bull, would Charley be next? Bobby's hands closed into tight fists. His muscles tensed.
Just as Bull was about to give him another shove, Bobby sent his fist into the softness of Bull's belly just below the breastbone. He caught the big bully off-guard and he crumbled. When Bobby saw him lying on the ground gasping for the breath that had been knocked out of him, he felt a combination of panic and glory. That was how David must have felt after flattening Goliath, he thought.
Bobby looked at Charley. Bull's friend looked like he felt some sort of need to revenge his friend's defeat, but he seemed hesitant. He came towards Bobby with clenched fists, but he didn't look too eager. Bobby braced himself for the next challenge.
Suddenly, Bobby heard footsteps towards him. He was afraid he might have to fight off a whole army, but he soon realized that it was help arriving.
"What's going on here?" he heard his brother Carl.
Charley stopped dead in his tracks. Carl and Don were standing beside him with a look of readiness about them. They were staring at Bull, who was still crumpled up on the sidewalk. Now that Bobby was safe, he began to feel great. His brothers had arrived just in time to save him from a possible attack from Charley and to see his conquest over Bull.
Bobby was still breathing hard and his throat felt dry, but he was able to say, "Bull tried to pick a fight with me."
Carl and Don stepped towards Charley, who immediately backed away. Bull was climbing to his feet. Charley gave him a hand and they walked away, Bull still holding his stomach.
"It's a good thing we got here when we did," Carl said.
"What? Are you kidding? It was all over by the time you guys showed up," Bobby said.
"Well, you took Bull, but Charley was coming after you, you know."
"So what?" Bobby said. "I would have taken him, too." Bobby wasn't going to let his brothers steal the glory of his victory.
"Let's go get a Coke," Don said. "The hero will buy…"
Bobby knew that his brothers were proud of him, even though they would never admit it. He only hoped that they would be around if Bull decided to come back to settle things, but he would never tell them that. They had a few Cokes and Bobby enjoyed his victory celebration. The excitement had taken his mind off his problem and for the first time in days he was free of the nuisance of having a constant hard-on.
But by the time he and his brothers were on their way home, he had a stiff prick again, and his thoughts were on his mother and her sexy body. When they got home, she was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She turned to see the boys come in and noticed that Bobby was staring at her ass she saw the bulge in his crotch, and the old feeling of frustration was too much to overcome. She couldn't do anything about her desires.
Bobby was feeling pretty cocky about beating Bull, and he wondered if he could use the same technique to win his mother. When Bull had pushed him, he felt his rage building until it overflowed in action. His mother was pushing him, too, but in another way. She was unknowingly pushing him into a corner of sexual desperation, and he was about to come out swinging.
During dinner that night, Bobby stared at his mother with bold passion. When her eyes met his, he just kept looking rather than lowering his gaze as he had been doing. Susan couldn't imagine what was going on, but her cunt seemed to know as it wet her underwear with a constant flow of musky juice. Carl and Don ate and talked and joked without any realization of what was going on between their younger brother and their mother. After dinner they all went into the living room to watch television. Bobby kept looking at his mother while she looked at the TV. She knew her son had his eyes on her, but she couldn't meet his gaze. Bobby was remembering the times when he was younger and didn't feel well. If he had a stomachache or a fever, his mother would let him sleep with her. What would happen if he told her he didn't feel well now? He was ready to ask her if he could join her in her bed, with ill health as an excuse.
As he thought about it, he thought it was a good idea. He would have to wait until his brothers were either asleep or at least out of the way. As Bobby thought about his plan, he felt his cock straining against the material of his jeans. His whole body was crying out for sex, and if his plan worked, he might have it. As he remembered lying with his mother in bed as a small boy, the sweet odor of her hot body came back to him. He had been too young to appreciate it then, but now the memory drove him wild.
As he thought about the possibility of sharing his mother's bed, he let his eyes measure the luscious curves of her body as she sat across the room from him. He knew that even if she let him get into her bed, the battle would only have just begun. He was after much more than just lying next to her all night, but the idea was a start at least. The thought of her lying asleep next to him wearing her sheer nightgown sent a shiver of lust through him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.
Carl asked Don if he wanted to go to the soda shop. Don said he did, and they asked Bobby if he wanted to go, too. "No," he said, "I don't feel too good." The sooner he put his plan into action, the better it would be, he thought.
"Oh? What's the matter?" Susan asked him.
"I don't know, Mom. Maybe I ate too fast."
His brothers left him alone with Susan. Bobby sat there shaking with the idea that his plan might work. Susan didn't say anything else about his not feeling well, but she already thought about those days when young Bobby spent the night in her bed. If Bobby knew that she remembered that, he would have been more eager to bring it up. As it was, he was quaking with fear that she wouldn't let him get into her bed now, because he was too old.
He knew that his brothers would be out until late as usual, and that hi mother would probably go to sleep before they came home. He could bring up the question of where he was to sleep at any time now, and the sooner the better. He tried a few limes to ask, even opening his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Finally, he managed to say, "Gee, Mom, I really don't feel too good."
Susan got up and walked towards him. He saw her heavy tits jostling in her blouse, the nipples clearly visible through the fabric, and he felt his breath disappear. When she neared him, he could smell the feminine odor of her body and it made him dizzy. Susan put out her hand and laid it on his forehead.
"Poor Bobby," she said. "I hope it's nothing serious."
The touch of her hand on his head made Bobby's cock begin to jerk in his pants. He wondered if his mother noticed.
"You do feel sort of hot. Maybe I should take your temperature. I'll get the thermometer," Susan said and walked out of the room.
Bobby almost dove at her ass, but he forced himself to sit quietly. His mother would be back at any second. A cold sweat broke out on his face as he waited. When she walked back into the room, Bobby almost wished he hadn't started all this business.
"Open your mouth and put this under your tongue," Susan said as she held the thermometer out to his face.
Susan was taking the news that her son didn't feel well with as much excitement as he had felt in telling her. She hadn't forgotten the nights they had spent together either, and she was wondering if she should invite him into her bed as she had done when he was small. Actually, she was wondering if she could resist.
"You're sweating, Bobby," she said as she felt his forehead again.
Susan felt her body tense as she touched her son. Their eyes met, and each of them thought they could read the other's mind. Since they were thinking the same thing, that was only natural. The idea of their getting into the same bed hung around them like a blanket.
Finally, Susan broke the ice, and when she did, Bobby almost fainted.
"Why don't you get into my bed, and go right to sleep? You'll feel better in the morning."
Bobby could hardly believe his eyes. Suddenly, his mother looked different to him. She seemed to be breathing heavily and her face looked red. The reason for the flustered look on his mother's face was out of the realm of possibility as far as Bobby was conceited, so he didn't even get close to guessing it.
He got up and slipped his hands into his pockets to hide the hard-on that was making his crotch swell and making it hard for him to walk, and headed for his mother's bedroom. Susan wondered if she would be able to keep her hands off her son. Would he lean his stiff prick against her in his sleep, she wondered, and if he did, what would she do?
Bobby was shaking and panting with excitement, but he managed to wash and brush his teeth. He went into his mother's room and stood there, taking it all in. Even though she was in the living room, her essence seemed to be with him there. There was the smell of her body hanging in the air, and her underwear was lying in silky heaps here and there.
Bobby felt as if he were being watched as he undressed. When he stood naked with his big dick sticking out in front of him, he thought he would die if his mother were ever to see him in that condition. But it was so exciting to be there and to know that his mother was going to climb into that bed with him. He was proud of himself for getting even that far.
He saw himself standing there in the mirror and knew that his mother would be proud of his young body and his magnificent cock. When he slipped into bed, the sheets caressed him, as they never had before. His mother's odor was stronger in the bed, too. Now that he had gotten into the bed, he began to realize that he had a lot of time to kill. It was only seven-thirty, and his mother didn't usually go to bed until eleven. He wondered how be was going to stand to wait.
He tossed around and with every movement his cock grew stiffer from rubbing against the smooth sheets. He tried to keep his hands off his prick, but he soon realized that that would be impossible. Wrapping his hand around the root, he instantly knew he would have to come or explode. After only three or four jerks, his prick was tingling with pleasure and his body was melting.
The orgasm shot through him like a bolt of lightning and he cupped his hand under the twitching head of his cock to catch the bullets of white-hot fuck-juice. He was able to get a few seconds of relief after coming, but it didn't last long. He slipped into the bathroom and rinsed the residue of his climax from his palm, but by the time he was back between his mother's sheets, he was as horny as ever. At least it made the time pass a little more quickly.
He lay there engrossed in sexy fantasies, jerked off twice more and looked at the clock. Ten-thirty. His mother would be coming soon. Now he began to count the seconds. He wondered if he should pretend to be asleep or not. If he did, he might get to watch her undress through half-closed eyes, but he didn't think he could fool her.
Susan had been watching the time with as much impatience as her son. She was tempted to go to bed early, but she didn't want to look suspicious. Finally, shortly after ten-thirty, she felt that she had waited long enough. She didn't know what to expect with her grown-up boy lying in her bed, but she hoped for the best. When she walked into the room, he had his head turned away from her.
"Are you sleeping?" she whispered.
"No," Bobby said and turned to look at his mother. They were both desperately trying to hide their passionate longings.
"How do you feel?" she asked. She didn't know what she wanted him to answer, but she didn't want him to leave her bed in any case.
Bobby told her that he felt the same, and she said, "Do you want to spend the night here like you used to when you were small?"
He thought he heard her voice quaver – but why would it? He told her that he did, and they both experienced a wave of thrilling adventure. Susan's cunt was flowing freely and Bobby's cock was thumping on the mattress. Without saying another word, she began to undress. Bobby couldn't believe what was happening to him. He didn't know whether he should turn away and give his mother privacy as she undressed or not. It would have taken more will power than he had and she didn't ask him to look away, so he watched. She didn't seem to be looking at him so Bobby thought he could watch without her being aware of it. He didn't look directly at her, but watched from the corners of his eyes.
Susan knew he was looking as she unbuttoned her blouse, but she wouldn't have it any other way. The idea of him watching made her buzz with wild lust. It was difficult for her to keep her hands under control as she fumbled with the buttons. She pulled the garment from her and hung it in the closet. Her huge tits were exposed to Bobby's hungry eyes and he devoured them.
When the bridge of his nose eclipsed the view of one eye, he turned his face unashamedly towards his mom. She still didn't seem to notice him watching, but she did. The sight of her tits was almost enough to make him lunge at her, and if he knew what she was thinking, he would have. But in his youthful shyness, he contented himself with watching the big mounds of tit flesh swing around with her movements.
He noticed that her nipples were erect, and he wondered about that. The silky spheres looked like they would make a perfect pillow. As his mother unfastened her pants, Bobby held his breath. She pulled down the tight-fitting slacks, baring her long legs, and her boy drank in the sight. She was left wearing skimpy, bikini panties that let the dark patch of her beaver show through. When she turned to hang the slacks in the closet, she gave her son a good look at her ass. The cheeks quivered as she turned, even though they were restrained by the undies, and the dark crack that separated the two cheeks seemed to beckon Bobby to probe its mysteries.
With her back still turned, Susan lowered the panties and stood naked. When she turned towards him, Bobby turned his head so she wouldn't catch him staring, but he was a little slow. He caught a view of her naked cunt, and Susan caught him looking. She gasped as she realized what the sight must be doing to him.
Susan held her nightgown over her head and let it fall gracefully over her body. Bobby trembled as she neared the bed and slipped under the covers with him. Neither of them said a word as they lay there in the dark. Bobby listened to his mother's breathing to see if she was falling asleep. Rather than breathing deep and easy as a sleeping woman would, Susan was breathing with the rhythm of an animal in heat. Bobby turned his back on her and pretended to sleep, even though that was the last thing he could have done.
Susan moved a little closer to her son and he felt the increased heat from her body. Next, Bobby crept a bit closer to her. Now they were only inches away from each other. They both knew that if they touched, they wouldn't be able to control themselves. Susan decided to pretend to be asleep, hoping that Bobby would fall asleep then. She hoped to get at least a look at his equipment. She hadn't failed to notice that he was naked under the covers.
Concentrating as hard as she could, she managed to slow her breathing down to the rate of a sleeping person. Bobby followed the change in her breathing with mounting excitement. He wanted to make sure she was asleep before he dared touch her.
When she had been still and breathing deeply for a while, he turned slowly and looked at her. She was lying on her back, he was glad to see, because that would make all her best regions available to his inspection. Her face was turned away from him. To make sure she was sleeping, he called to her softly.
Susan heard Bobby call her, but for some reason she ignored her maternal instincts and didn't answer. She continued in her imitation of sleep. Bobby called again, a little louder, and still she lay motionless and quiet. His heart beat wildly as he realized that she was at his disposal, as long as he touched very lightly.
To test her again, he touched her shoulder. Even that nonsexual area felt terrific to him. Her body felt moist and warm. The touch didn't seem to have any effect on her. If Bobby knew that his mother was struggling to keep still, he would have been very embarrassed. Susan was wondering what he was going to do, as very glad that he seemed interested in her body, and thought for the first time that her lust might not have been one-way.
Bobby was tense as a steel cable as he decided to touch her tit. How often he had watched his mother's jugs bounce as she walked around the house, and now those jugs were right next to him and their owner was asleep and wouldn't know that he was going to play with them, or so he thought. He moved his hand over the closest tit. As it rose and fell with her slow, steady breathing, he lowered his hand until he could just barely feel the gauzy material of her nightgown.
Still she didn't move or show any sign of being aware of him. Bobby let his hand rest on the mountain of softness. The sensation of holding a magnificent boob filled him, and his body sang with fire. He watched her carefully to make sure that she didn't flinch, and he tightened his hold on her tit. He could feel the nipple and it seemed to be hard.
Susan was biting her lower lip in an effort not to gave herself away. She loved the touch of his hand on her mound, but it was hard to lie still while she was burning up with desire. Her brain raced with ideas for turning this one sided game into a full-fledged fuck. She wouldn't be able to stand much more without responding.
Bobby was getting braver when he found that he could squeeze the tit without disturbing his mom. He lifted his hand and tried to pull away the thin material from the hill of tit-flesh. The nightgown had a low-cut neckline and it barely covered her tits anyhow, so Bobby didn't have too much trouble uncovering the crown of the boob. In the dim light of the bedroom, the nipple looked very dark and big. Bobby raised his body and brought his face over the puckered disk.
His body dripped sweat as he lowered his face to the mound. He touched it with his lips, then stuck out his tongue and licked it. Susan forced herself to be still, even though she was ready to grab her son and take his young cock into her snatch. If only she could find a way of doing it without making the boy so humiliated that he would flee from her.
Now that he'd licked her tit without causing her to stir, Bobby was ready for more. He raised his knee, which caused the covers to rise from the middle of his mother's body. Susan knew what he was going to try and there was nothing she could do to encourage him. She had to let him go at his own pace. Bobby moved his hand under the tent that the raised covers formed. Susan felt him skim her belly until his hand was right over her steaming twat.
She could hear his heavy breathing as he let his hand down on the plump padding of her cunt. His fingers seemed to come alive as he felt the lips and crack of her crotch. He was getting very brave, and Susan wondered if he really believed that she could sleep through that treatment. She managed to keep still and quiet tough.
When she felt him tugging her gown up, she knew something had to give. It took him a while, but finally he had her cunt uncovered. He put his fingertips in her curly hair and felt around. He was surprised to find her cunt was very wet. He thought that a cunt was only wet then the chick was hot.
Susan's thighs were spread just enough to let Bobby slip a finger down along her crack. She knew that he was going to get suspicious when he felt her soaking thighs. She had to do something right away, and without her trying to figure it out, she solved the problem. Bobby's finger running along the crack of her pussy caused her to utter a slight sound.
Bobby's finger retreated and he froze. He waited to see what would happen. He didn't think she was awake, but thought that she made the noise in her sleep. Susan realized this and decided to take advantage of it. She rolled towards him and, with a sigh in her throat, she threw an arm around him.
Bobby was pinned by his mother and he didn't know how to get away. Then he realized that he wouldn't have to. Her tits were pressed to his chest and her leg was on his. He could still get to her cunt, so who wanted to get away? He slipped his hand back into the heat of her crotch and held her pussy.
Again, Susan murmured a sexy growl. Bobby froze and she tightened her grasp on him. Now he didn't know if she was awake or not. He figured that she was half-aware of what was going on, but that she didn't know who she was with. Maybe she was dreaming of one of her dates, he thought. He lay still for a while and so did she. When he thought she was sleeping soundly again, he tried to slip a finger between the wet lips of her cunt.
Susan couldn't have lain still for that even if she tried. She grabbed him tighter yet, and sighing a long "Ohhhhhhhh" right in his ear. Her face burrowed into the hollow of his neck and she lifted her leg higher on his hip. Bobby didn't know what to do. He expected her to awaken suddenly and be horrified to find him there. But when she kissed him, he was really confused.
He saw that her eyes were still closed as she nibbled for his mouth. She was taking him into a tight embrace with her legs and grindings her dripping twat on his thigh. Now she was the aggressor, and Bobby felt safe in letting her go. If she came to her sense now, he figured, she would think that she had started this. Susan realized that things had turned out pretty well and she felt like she had her dream within her grasp.
They kissed and slipped their tongues into one another's mouths. Bobby was surprised to find her frenching just like a girt his own age, but she was better at it. They hugged their bodies together as tightly as they could, until Susan's tits oozed out like the cream in an Oreo. Bobby reached around her and grabbed her ass, bringing her cunt into even lighter contact with his thigh.
When Susan slipped her mouth from his and started kissing his neck, she muttered, "Oh, Bobby. Ohhhhhhhh," and Bobby knew that he had found out. She knew it was him and she was devouring him with her lust. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Now that everything was on the up and up, he threw himself into the game with all his energy. Susan was proud that her boy could handle her body like he did.
He moved down until his face was even with her heavy tit. He felt the huge nipple with his lips, and then sucked the whole thing into his mouth. While he sucked, his hands kept exploring the area between his mother's legs. Being fairly inexperienced, he didn't get suspicious at the amount of twat-juice there. His hand was swimming in the slippery stuff.
Bobby pressed his middle finger between the plump lips of his mom's, pussy and explored the wet satin lining. The thought of him having his finger up his mother's snatch was so fantastic that he was afraid that he might be dreaming the whole thing. If so, he was going to enjoy himself anyhow. Pushing his finger back towards her ass, he came to the entrance of her fuck-cave. He could feel the inner labes guarding the tunnel, and he played with them for a while before entering the passage to her womb.
Susan was moving her hips in slow, sensual circles and humming in rapture. Bobby sucked her tit mechanically while he concentrated on feeling the interior of her cunt. His tongue was making lazy circles around the stiff nipple while his nose poked the warm tit-flesh. He wished he had eyes on his fingertips so he could see the insides of her twat. So far, he'd poked around in a few pussies, but had never really had the chance to look one in the eye.
Curiosity was second to lust, though, as Bobby ravaged his mom's body. His cock vibrated with unreleased energy as it lay beside Susan's thigh. His mouth drooled all over the tit he was sucking and heated it with his panting breath. Now he reached way up that flowing fuck-tunnel trying to find the end of it. He sent a second finger in and was able to stretch the tube until it was a small cavern. Cunts were incredible inventions, he thought, as he put yet another finger in.
One of the greatest things about being there like that with his mom was that she was reacting to his play. It gave him a sense of power to have her in that state of lust. Her hands were clawing at the back of his neck, pulling his face into the living pillow of tit, and her legs seemed to be climbing up his body.
Bobby finally understood that she was trying to drag him down along her writhing body. He let himself slide down, covering her with kisses and licks as he went. He kissed the underside of her tits, and when they were out of reach, he licked a wet path down her tummy, pausing at her belly button to ream it with his tongue. Now he was getting to the goodies, and his head spun with dizzying passion.
By the time his mouth reached the top of her hairy beaver, he was insane with sexual bliss. The strange odor of a boiling-hot cunt filled his nostrils and made his mouth water even more. He moved automatically now, like a newborn kitten looking for a teat. His mouth was opened wide, and his tongue was blindly thrashing through her muff. The pussy hair was wet with leaked syrup and Bobby had a preview of the flavor of hot cunt.
His hands gripped her thighs with all his might as he burrowed his face into the soaking mess of wet twat hair. When he felt the slick interior of her pussy at the end of his lashing tongue, he went wild. With strong swipes, he covered the spread slit from back to front. Susan was acting as if she were riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo, except she was flat on her back. Her head was thrown back and her face told the story of her lust.
After Bobby had lapped her pussy for a while, he was able to control himself a little bit. He began tonguing her gash with selective licks and probes. He traced the wiggling inner labes to the stiff clit, which he teased while Susan shook with a palsied passion. Then he stuck his tongue up the hole where the flavor of cunt-squeezing was concentrated. He reached up her cave as far as he could, then wiggled his tongue for all he was worth.
Bobby's prick was swelling to the point of explosion, and he wanted to plunge it into the gash he was licking, but when he tried to lift his face, Susan gasped in panic and shoved him back into the swamp. Bobby understood that she must be on the verge of coming, and he wanted to do this right, so he put off his own gratification and kept lapping.
He was right, he knew, when he heard those wild animal sounds that were soon flooding the room. Bobby had no idea that his mother could be transformed into a howling banshee with the application of a lashing tongue to her cunt. There was a whole side to this woman that he'd never imagined.
As Susan shook with her orgasm, Bobby forced her thighs even farther apart so he could get his tongue higher up her twat. He was tongue-fucking her now as she died with rapture. He knew how she felt by the way her voice and body were reacting, and he tried to make it even better. He didn't let up on his twat tickling until she wiggled her way out of his grasp. With his face dripping cunt-juice, Bobby crawled up his mother's body and collapsed on top of her.
It was obvious that Susan was going to need some time to recover from her exertions, but Bobby was having trouble waiting. As soon as Susan realized that her son was trying to stab her with his twitching prick, she spread her legs and gave him access to her stretched and soaking pussy. As soon as she did, his cock slipped in. Her cunt was so wet and slippery that he didn't have any trouble getting his rod in.
As soon as he felt the tight tube of her cunt caressing his cock, Bobby began pumping. Susan was hardly down from the last orgasm before she was on her way to another. Bobby certainly hadn't been a disappointment. He showed so much energy that she felt like she'd fallen into a pit full of sex-starved Boy-Scouts. He seemed to be all over her at once. Now that he was driving his teenage cock up her twat, she knew she was experiencing the ultimate in primitive fucking.
Her son's plunging cock was sending Susan toward another climax. Her cunt was still sensitive from the tongue-lashing he had given it, and now his prick was putting it through the wringer. His shaft was stretching her cunt-tube as it filled her. The knob at the end of his cock stretched her cunt-mouth as Bobby pulled it out that far, before sending it back up her hole as far as it would reach.
Susan's hips were pumping in opposition to her boy's. With her knees drawn up and thighs spread, Bobby could look down and see the glistening piston between the two patches of hair that kept crashing together. He held himself up off his mother's body so he could watch her face as it contorted in agonized pleasure. Her tits were wobbling around on her chest with her writhing, and they were nice to watch, too.
Both of their faces were screwed up in expressions of passion as they watched each other come. Bobby came with more force than he thought possible. He felt the jism, under tremendous pressure, surge into his cock and out the tip. Susan knew when he came not only by the grunts and spasms, but also by the searing heat of his cock-cream as it filled her. Her cunt snapped on his prick as she came, and he answered her back with twitches of his overflowing tool.
Bobby kept pumping until every drop of jism had been drained from his balls, then he fell on the cushions of his mother's tits. They both gasped for breath as their sweat mingled. Susan held her boy in a tight embrace as she considered how great it had been to realize the dream she had been a slave to for the past week. Bobby was as thrilled as she was, and he knew that his lust was not in vain. This had been totally different from any of the other fucks he'd had. This was his very own mother!
There didn't seem to be anything to say, so the lovers kept quiet. Bobby remained on top of his mom while his prick slowly deflated. He was delirious and satisfied for the first time since his prick began to get hard years ago.
Susan had no more doubts about incest; she had tried it, and found that it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her. From now on, she would have her own young stud right under her own roof. He would always be available to fill her cunt and her needs.
Both of them lay there as if they were floating on a cloud. They could still feel each other's bodies and the remember me of their bliss was vivid in their minds. Finally, Susan told Bobby he'd better go to his own room before his brothers came home. "Let's keep this our secret," she said.
Bobby went to his own bed and lay there with his eyes shut, but his brain was busily reliving the episode. His brothers came in, and raised a ruckus, as usual, but they couldn't rouse Bobby from his focus. They didn't know what to make of their young brother lying there like that with a hint of a smile on his placid face.