Her whole body seemed to erupt as she came, the pleasure pounding through her nakedness made her asshole suck his finger and her pussy ripple in a seemingly endless series of spasms around his thrusting prick. Monica fluttered on the ecstatic edge of consciousness for nearly a minute, writhing in the throes of the most powerful cum of her life.
When she recovered, Paul was still ramming his young cock into her pussy as fast as he could. Monica's asshole was still burning and puckering lewdly in and out. She knew that later she would feel intensely ashamed of herself, that she would furiously order Paul never to touch her again. But the knowledge of this was like a tiny light flickering somewhere in the back of her mind, easily overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her passion. All she really knew now was that her asshole was unbearably hot and horny, and that she needed to feel her own son's enormous cock ramming savagely into the forbidden tightness of her anus.
"Paul, I… I want you to fuck my asshole now," Monica stammered.
"Don't cum in my pussy! Please, Paul, my asshole's so horny! Get the Vaseline from the nightstand, honey! Hurry, baby. hurry! Oh, fuck, I need your cock up my ass so bad!"
Paul pulled his rock-hard cock out of her pussy, letting his naked mom sprawl flat on her belly on the bed. Monica felt the intense, burning need in her little asshole as she watched her well-endowed young son leaning across the mattress to open the nightstand drawer. Quickly she grabbed a pillow, lifting her hips to thrust it under her belly.
With a low animal groan of need, Monica succumbed completely to the depraved incestuous passion numbing her lust-crazed brain and reached behind her back to spread her pert little asscheeks with her fingers, shamelessly opening her pink, twitching asshole for the invasion of her own son's cock.
"Hurry Paul! Uuuuuhhhhh, I can't wait for you to fuck my ass! Mommy's asshole needs your prick, baby!"
Paul uncapped the jar of Vaseline, smearing the white goo hurriedly onto his huge, throbbing cock. Monica shuddered with intense pleasure as she felt her son pasting it onto her puckered little asshole, darting two fingers into the hot, buttery interior. Seconds later, the Vaseline was back on the nightstand and Paul was again mounting her, pressing his swollen cock-tip against her well-lubricated little anal sphincter.
"Oh, Paul! That feels so good! Fuck my asshole, Paul! Fuck your mother's ass!", squealed Monica, totally out of control now.
Paul started humping, forcing inch after inch of his rigid cock into the slippery interior of his mom's hot shit-chute. Monica's itchy ass-ring stretched wider and wider, slowly accommodating the meaty thickness of her son's hard cockshaft. She'd expected her first asshole reaming to be intensely painful, but there was no pain at all now. Instead she felt only intense pleasure, as her horny shitter sucked and spasmed around his eager young prick.
"Deeper!" Monica cried. "Fuck it in deeper, baby! Mommy can take it!"
She thrust her hand between the pillow and her belly, groaning in ecstasy as she sank two fingers up her cunt. Shamelessly, Monica started finger-fucking herself, jacking off her hot, drooling pussy as her son plowed his magnificent cock deep into her buttery bowels.
"God! It that's it, Paul! Unh, oh, fuck, your cock feels so fucking hot!", groaned the horny Mom. "Fuck my asshole, baby! Ram Mommy's horny asshole with that big prick! Uuuhhhhhhhhh!"
Paul fucked deeper and deeper, grunting as his mother's strong anal muscles squeezed and milked his prick. He had never felt anything like it in his young life! His cock was buried to the balls between his mom's pink-flushed asscheeks and she was squealing and humping back at him like crazy. It was a tremendous turn-on for the young teenager.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Monica gasped, the chanted obcenities adding greatly to her excitement. She jacked off her pussy in a frenzy, humping furiously off the bed. "I'm so horny! Oh, fuck, oh, please, fuck Mommy's asshole! Harder, baby, fuck the shit out of Mommy's horny ass!"
Paul gave his horny, naked mom exactly what she asked for. He grabbed her by the hips and slammed his virile young prick faster and deeper into the clasping, wet slickness of her horny ass-channel. Monica humped back deliriously to meet her son's powerful strokes, groaning every time she slammed her asshole onto the swollen root of his cock.
She could actually hear it now, could hear her stuffed, Vaseline-lubed asshole sucking and clasping around Paul's eager prick.
"Yes.. yes, yes! Harder!" she cried, her voice rising to the level of a constant scream. "I'm gonna cum again, Paul! Oh, shit, fuck my asshole! Fuck my asshole as hard as you can!"
Paul picked up the pace of his humping, panting onto his mother's shoulder as he drilled his long cock in and out of her tight little butthole as fast as he could. Monica caught her clit under her finger, rolling it wildly. Her asshole started spasming and sucking uncontrollably, milking every inch of her son's rapidly-pounding prick.
"I'm cumming!" she shrieked, making the bed springs squeak as she whipped her hips in a frenzy off the mattress. "Fuck me, baby! Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I'm cumming now! Ahhhh, yes, I'mcummmiinngg!"
Paul started shooting off in mid-stroke, unable to resist the contracting pressure of his mom's spasming asshole around his prick.
Monica cried out in ecstasy, feeling his hot cum squirting deep up inside her quivering bowels.
Her son had obviously been carrying around an incredibly big load.
Again and again, his milky sperm fountained into her bowels, soothing the ravished walls of her ass with a creamy coating of jism. Paul seemed to cum for ages, and soon there was nowhere else for the excess to go but out around his pistoning shaft. Monica moaned as she felt her son's spunk bubbling back out of her shitter, oozing out of her puckered ass-ring around his wildly-stroking prick. There was so much cum she couldn't even take it all. Her little asshole was completely filled with her own son's cum.
Paul just kept stroking his meat into her asshole, fucking his mother through her orgasm and his own, not stopping until the last droplets of jism had burned out of the head of his prick. Then he pulled his cock out of her gooey asshole and sprawled happily beside his mom on the bed.
Monica just lay there, her lust gradually subsiding, to be replaced immediately by an overwhelming feeling of guilt and shame. Her asshole was swollen red now, glistening with Vaseline and their combined fuck-juices. Her tiny hole was stretched wide by the repeated, pounding thrusts of her own son's prick.
I can't believe I did it! Monica thought dizzily, I actually let my own son fuck me in the ass! Never in her life had she dreamed she could commit such an unspeakable sin.
"Mom, that was so great," Paul sighed. "I swear, I've wanted to fuck you for so long, I…"
"Get out, Paul!"
"What?"
"I said, get out of this room! Right now, Paul. Right now!"
Paul stared at his mother for a moment, then obediently slid off the bed and left her bedroom. Monica lay still for a long time, promising herself that she would never, ever let him touch her again. But deep down she knew it was no use, his hard young cock had felt too damn good and she'd been without sex for much too long. Before long Monica was shamefully, helplessly playing with her pussy, her face red with guilt and humiliation as she relived the intense pleasure of fucking her own son.
"Randy, you don't seem to be concentrating very well on your lesson today," Kate said gently.
The petite, curvaceous redhead sat next to Alison's son on the couch, in the den where she conducted her tutoring sessions.
"Do you mind if I ask if something's the matter?"
Randy just flushed and averted his eyes. He'd fucked his mother for the very first time the night before, and he had no way of telling his tutor that he couldn't wait to get home to fuck her again!
"No, it's nothing. I'm okay, Mrs. Sanders," he murmured sheepishly.
"I'll try to concentrate better. You can go ahead with the lesson now."
But Kate didn't want to go ahead. She glanced at Randy's crotch, feeling her pussy creaming under her short skirt as she saw the enormous hard-on throbbing blatantly in his jeans. Whatever was distracting him, it obviously had something to do with sex.. something Kate had been getting none of lately. Maybe she could interest young Randy in helping her out of her frustrating predicament. She'd always been an extremely horny woman, so horny that her husband had divorced her simply because he couldn't keep up with her constant demands for sex.
Since then, Kate had been masturbating several times every day. She knew she was more than pretty enough to snare virtually any man she wanted. Her short red hair and freckles gave her a girlish look, and she knew she looked far, far too young to have a son who was as grown-up as Marty was. Kate was petite, but her tits were quite big, and men always stared at her pert little ass when she wore clinging pants on the street.
She'd sampled quite a few of the men who'd drooled over her, actually, but increasingly she'd found that her sexual tastes ran to younger studs like Randy. Kate's pussy ached as she sat beside him now, trying not to stare at the obviously large hard-on stretching his pants. If she fucked Randy, she told herself, she would at least be tying to quell the increasingly strong desires she'd felt for her son, Marty. Kate knew it was a horrible sin to desire her own child, but her conscience hadn't been able to influence her pussy. More and more, recently, she'd masturbated to thoughts of her boy Marty's handsome young body, and to the fantasy of her own son fucking her hot, juicy, red-haired cunt.
"Randy, why don't you tell me about it," Kate said, wiggling closer to him on the couch. "I feel very close to you, you know. I'd like to think I can help you with other things besides tutoring."
"Well, it… " Randy hesitated, licking his lips nervously. "You know,
Mrs. Sanders. It's kinda personal."
"It has to do with sex, doesn't it, Randy?"
Randy reddened and squirmed on the couch. Kate stared pointedly at the boy's bulging prick.
"That's quite a big hard-on you have there, Randy," she said easily.
"I don't think that the study of ancient history is going to make a cock get stiff like that."
She looked into his eyes.