Ryan's mind was in a whirl. This was his mother down there. He watched her tongue as it lapped over his cock-knob. Her pink tongue. She still had the robe on and he couldn't see much of her body now. He remembered what her cunt looked like, the inside, the way she had showed it to him. The color inside her pussy was the same pink as the pink of her tongue. He thought how remarkable that was.
Then he told himself he was an idiot, it wasn't the first pussy he'd seen. They were all pink, more or less. A blonde girl was more pink than a brunette, but they were all basically pink. But of course this was his mother and when she had opened her cunt like that, the pink had been startling, the pink and the hole at the bottom of her gash. The hole from which he'd come. Eighteen years ago he'd squeezed his head out of that hole and started yelling at the world.
She capped his prick now, her lips sliding over his cock-head. He found himself strangely calm, watching her with a degree of detachment, watching her mouth as she began blowing him. When his girlfriends did it, they were always looking up at him to see if they were doing it right, or giggling in the middle of it, or stopping to complain that he was too big to suck and to ask why he didn't just fuck them instead.
His mother did none of these things. She kept her mouth filled with his cock and feasted on it. She never let go of his balls. She gripped his ball-bag, twisting it and puffing it gently as she sucked her mouth up and down the top half of his prick. Saliva drooled out of her mouth, poured over his cock-shaft and over his balls and onto the hand that held his balls.
She was fucking him with her mouth, losing herself in the fucking, in the movement of her lips up and down his cock-shaft. For the first time he realized that she loved it as much as he did, maybe even more, and that a woman could love sucking enough to get a frenzied pleasure out of it. No girl had ever sucked his cock with such abandon.
Then she started something else totally new to him. She began taking more and more of his cock-shaft in her mouth, plunging down each time to conquer another fraction of an inch, another inch and another, until at last more of his cock disappeared in her mouth than he thought possible. And then he felt a constriction around his cock-head and he knew he was in her throat. She held him there a moment, choking on him, clutching his cock-knob with her throat muscles, until finally she pulled back with a slurping sound to the tip of his prick, sucked at the tip and then plunged down to repeat the whole thing all over again.
It couldn't last. The way she fucked his cock with her mouth, he couldn't hold back even if he wanted to. Now a gun held to his head couldn't stop him from coming. He warned her. He told her he was on his way. She continued mouth-fucking him, pumping his prick with her lips, her hand twisting his balls, her mouth moving up and down, and then he grunted as he started shooting and the jism poured out of him and into her face.
He watched it. He watched her face, her mouth. At the end she used her fingers to jack his cock, pumping up and down, milking his prick. He watched her swallow his jism. He saw the shudder run through her body and he realized she'd had an orgasm. With a groan of bliss, he grabbed her head and gave her the final spurt of his prick.
"You don't have a good reason," he said. They were in the kitchen. Jennifer was standing near the refrigerator and Ryan was behind her, pressed against her, his arms around her waist and his hands on her tits. She had just arrived from the office. He wanted to fuck her and she had turned him down. They hadn't done it yet and he was dying for it. Now she revealed her uncertainty. "I don't know if we should."
"But why not?"
"I just don't know."
He pressed more firmly against her, his cock pushing at her ass, his hands squeezing her tits. She still had her clothes on, but the way he held her she might as well have been naked. His cock stabbed at the crack of her ass through her thin summer dress. "Come on, Mom!"
"The other day you weren't so sure of yourself."
"Well, now I am." He was more obsessed with her than ever now. Ryan's cock twitched as he felt the springiness of her tits in his hands. He wanted her naked. He wanted to kiss and fondle her body. He wanted her mouth on his cock again. Above all, he wanted to fuck her.
Jennifer turned in his arms and faced him. "We've got to be careful. I don't want you telling anyone about what we're doing."
"Don't worry about that."
"All right, let's go upstairs."
She knew they would do it sooner or later. They both wanted it and she thought about it as much as he did. Yesterday had been lovely, but she had to fuck him. And of course Ryan was so eager for it, how could she deny it to him?
In the bedroom she moved into his arms and kissed him. She could feel his cock pushing at her belly. She took his hands in her own and brought them up to her tits. "Undress."
His fingers worked at the buttons that ran down the front other dress to her waist. She was amused at how hasty he was. She wouldn't help him. She stood there without moving and watched as he peeled her dress away. At the end she leaned on his shoulder, stepped out of the dress, took it from him and carried it to the closet to hang it up.
Now she wore nothing but a sheer bra and sheer pantyhose and high-heeled sandals. Ryan couldn't keep his hands off her. He came behind her and grabbed her tits as she adjusted the dress on the hanger. "You're beautiful, Mom!"
"Do you love me?"
"You know I do!"
She laughed softly. "You're just hot for my body. Anyway, move back. You've got to get the rest of my clothes off."
First her shoes. She made him get down on his knees to unbuckle her sandals. He slipped her shoes off one after the other. He kissed her feet and then her nylon-clad calves. Then, he raised his face and kissed the nylon that covered her belly and cunt-bush. She brought his hands to the top of her pantyhose and told him to get them down.
"Carefully," she said. "Don't make any runs."
He peeled her pantyhose down her thighs and off her legs and feet. She laughed and ruffled his hair when he started kissing her cunt-bush again. "Come on, stay away from there! You don't have all my clothes off?"
He rose up. He went behind her to unhook her bra, then he came around to face her and peel it away from her tits. They both looked down as her tits were exposed. Ryan made a gruff sound and cupped his hands over her tits.
"You like them, don't you?" Jennifer said.
"I like everything."
"Tell me!"
"I like your tits and your ass and your cunt!" She laughed and stroked his face.
"Now it's your turn. You've got something between your legs I want to see. A lady likes to look, too. Come on, you can get your clothes off yourself."
She stood back, one hand idly fondling her tits as she watched him undress. He quickly stripped his clothes off. When he was naked, she went to him and closed her hand around his hard cock. "This gun looks loaded."
"I've been walking about with a hard-on all day!"
She fondled his cock and then his balls, bouncing his ball-bag with her fingers. His nuts looked so swollen. He was like a young stallion, a stallion's cock and a stallion's balls and a stallion's impatience. She wanted the edge off him. If he fucked her now, he wouldn't last long enough to do her any good. She made him get on the bed and stretch out on his back. She climbed between his legs, knelt there and crouched over him and took his cock in her mouth.
He groaned as she started sucking his cockhead. She used just her mouth at first, both hands playing with his big balls. Then she moved one hand to his cock-shaft, curled her fingers around it and staffed pumping his prick while she sucked his knob.
He made a noise, and she pulled her mouth away and looked up at his face. "Don't hold back! I want you to come in my mouth. After that you can fuck me."
Then her lips were on his knob again, her fist pumping his thick prick. She could feel the juice leaking out of his piss-hole. She sucked at it, working her lips over his cock-head, pulling at the spongy plum with her mouth and even her teeth. Ryan groaned, turned his head to the side and suddenly started shooting his jism in her mouth. She kept her lips at the tip of his cock as she jerked him off.
His spunk came out thick and ropey and a delicious thrill went through her as she swallowed everything. She stopped milking him before he was finished. She pulled back to watch the last of his load ooze out of his pisshole.
"That's better," she said. "Just stay there while I get a towel."
She was amazed at how much control she had. She wasn't like that with her lovers, at least not with most of them. With Ryan it was different. He was young and inexperienced and she was the one who controlled what they did. She was discovering how much she liked it that way. He had such a marvelous body and a gorgeous cock, but what she liked most of all was that he did what she wanted.
When she came back with the towel, she wiped the jism off his belly and thighs and leaned over to kiss his mouth. "Still want to fuck?"
"You promised!"
"Make yourself hard again, I want to watch you do it. You can use some lotion, if you want."
She brought the bottle of lotion and they both chuckled as she squeezed out some of it onto his cock. She knew he had a bottle of lotion in his room and she told him she knew he used it when he jerked off.
"Same brand," she teased.
He started playing with his cock. She sat beside him and watched it. She found it exciting mostly because his cock was so big it was thrilling to see it grow into another erection.
When his prick was up there again, she pushed his hand away. She tickled his balls and then the underside of his cock-shaft until his prick twitched and throbbed as it became even stiffer. She found it awesome. A cock was always a wondrous thing, but this one was so big and thick it was a thrill to look at it.