Jared awoke the following morning with an empty stomach and a
rumbling hunger in the back of his head. Hoping to slake at
least one of his thirsts, he rolled over to discover, much to his
dismay, that his mother was no longer in the bed with him;
overhead, he heard the telltale sounds of someone walking around
in heels, apparently busy working away at something.
Rolling off the bed, he cast about briefly for something to wear.
None of his clothes from the night before was in evidence. Then
it occurred to him that his mother would, most likely, not mind
his nudity; in fact, the thought of her appraising gaze brought a
stirring to his thick cock, despite the heavy use it had seen
last night. In fact, the whole room smelled terribly of sweat
and sex, and the bedsheets were a patchwork of dark stains where
his cum had fallen, spewing forth from his mighty prick in
steaming hot gobs. And yet, his balls were back to their
original tennis-ball size.
Opening the door of the small chamber, Jared confirmed what he’d
suspected. They’d been romping in the secret room that lay
behind a door in his basement that had remained locked all of his
young life.
“Jared? Is that you, honey?” His mom’s voice called down from
the top of the stairs.
“Yes, mom.” He replied, cock rising to full mast at the mere
sound of her voice.
“Good. I’m just getting breakfast ready; why don’t you come on
up and give your old mom a hand?” He took the stairs two at a
time, mind swimming with erotic possiblities.
In the kitchen, he found Karen at the stove, wearing a white
apron, a pair of while mules and nothing else. As she faced away
from him, busy with breakfast, Jared stared in wonder at the
smooth, tanned expanse of her bare back; the curling ends of that
long chestnut mane tickled the skin just below her shoulder
blades. His eyes trailed down along to her tailbone where they
were met with the cock-stiffening sight of her pouty, perfectly
round buttocks; the apron had been tied into a pretty bowtie at
the back, loose ends trailing down into the deep crack of her
ass. Her legs were spread slightly as she stood, and he could
see the plump outer lips of her pussy; a thin trail of slime
seeped out, and ran along her sculpted inner thigh.
“Morning, sweetie,” she said, turning her head to give Jared a
salacious smile. “Hungry?” Karen allowed one hand to drop
between her legs, and it came back glistening with sticky dew.
She offered it to her son, who took it gladly, greedily sucking
at her fingers, glad to satisfy that thirst she’d given him.
“Do you like mommy’s breakfast juice, baby?” It was a rhetorical
question.
“Mmmphyes mom,” Jared replied, sucking every trace of pussy cream
from her hand.
“Good. Mommy’s going to give her baby all of her breakfast
juice, but she wants her little boy to do something, first.
Something new.”
“What?” He asked, curious. Karen knew he’d crawl over broken
glass to get to her cunt, but she wasn’t intending anything quite
so unpleasant.
“I want you to get on your knees, baby, behind mommy, and put
your hands on her ass.” Jared quickly complied, eager for such a
happy task; those firm, smooth cheeks simply begged to be
squeezed. “Now, honey, spread my ass, just a little.” He soon
found himself staring at her wrinkled little asshole, pink, warm,
and strangely inviting. “Now baby, I want you to french kiss
mommy’s ass until I tell you otherwise.”
Jared leapt to his task, running his tongue over her ass crack,
feeling the wrinkled folds of her rectum slide across his
tastebuds. The spicy taste of her ass sent a strange new thrill
through his body.
“Mmmm…that’s right, baby, lick mommy’s ass,” Karen had been
blessed with a sensitive behind, and right now her boy’s
ministrations were making her pussy tingle with delight, even
though he never came near it. “Yessss…that’s sooo nasssty,
baby…” She shuddered uncontrollably and, ignoring the pancakes
on the stove, began playing with her slippery cunt.
Her son continued to make out with her ass, licking and slurping
away until the tip of his tongue slipped, quite unintentionally,
up inside that tight little butthole. Karen’s knees went weak
for a moment at the sudden intrusion; she was going to get him to
do that anyway, but wasn’t expecting him to do it on his own.
“Ohhh yesss, baby…that’s it…put that tongue all the way up
mommy’s butt…tonguefuck her tight little shitter…mmmmmm…”
Jared’s mom groaned loudly, filling the kitchen with the sounds
of a very pleased woman while he swirled his agile tongue up her
asshole, both their bodies afire with the erotic energy of the
nasty situation.
“Oh yessss…that’s it…mommy loves the way you kiss her ass,
baby…” Her son responded to the encouragement by pushing his
face deeper into her springy cheeks, trying to get as much of his
tongue up inside her as possible, loving the musky taste of her
tightest crevasse. Karen had three fingers up inside her sopping
cunt now, her other hand a blur as it flicked away at her clitty,
breakfast long forgotten.
“Oh baby, tongue that ass…oh yes, oh god oh yes…oh fuck oh
yeah…your face between my little buttcheeks…mmmmm…oh
godohGodOHGODOHDGAAAAAAAAAAAWWWD!!” Karen’s whole body was
wracked with an intense orgasm, one which nearly knocked her on
her ass, had her son not had his face firmly wedged in it.
“J-jared,” she panted, “you can taste mommy now; her cunny’s full
of juice just for you, baby.” He lost no time in shifting
positions to lap away at his mom’s cunt. Eyeing the rapidly
burning pancakes in their pan, she wondered if he’d like
cornflakes instead…
* * *
Later that morning found them back out by the pool, as yesterday,
except this time Jared was naked, and his mother wore a blue
bikini instead of her black one. They soaked up the summer sun,
Karen on her chaise lounge, her son sitting poolside.
“Jared, honey, could you come here for a sec?” The boy quickly
complied, cock bobbing in front of him. She raised her
sunglasses and eyed it critically. Reaching out, she ran a single
finger over the stiff meat in her face.
“Tsk, tsk,” she clucked. “Just as I thought.”
“What? What is it?” He asked, suddenly worried that the overuse
of his dick had somehow damaged it.
“Sweetie, if you’re going to have this monster out in the sun,
you’re simply going to have to put sunscreen on it; we certainly
don’t want mommy’s pussy-pleaser to burn, do we?” A terrifying
image of his dick, red and blistered came unbidden to his mind’s
eye.
“No, Ma’am!” He started to turn. “I’ll go get some.”
“Why don’t we just work with what’s at hand, baby?” She grabbed
his cock. “I think I might have put too much on; I’m sure we can
find a way to share it.” Certainly, she had been somewhat liberal
with the lotion this morning: her body glistened wetly in the
sun, an erotic study in long, oiled limbs.
“I think I can feel some excess on my butt, sweetie…have a
look, will you?” He gladly inspected those two beautifully
rounded cheeks, looking delicious in the June sun, under their
heavy coating of oil.
“Now, because the oil’s already on, you’re going to have to rub
it in your penis directly, understand?” She tried hard to keep
her voice serious.
“Y-you mean?” He stammered.
“That’s right, baby – you’re going to have to rub that cock of
yours on mommy’s ass – think you’re up for it?” Without a second
thought, he straddled her legs, laying his dick between the deep
crevasse between her springy cheeks. It reached all the way from
her defined hamstrings to the top of her tailbone.
“Let me get this out of your way first, darling,” Karen said,
untying the strings that held her bottoms on, and peeling it away
from her asscrack.
“Now, you’re going to have to get it all over that lovely monster
between your legs, so put it between my cheeks, just to be sure,”
she instructed, reaching back to spread those firm globes to give
her boy access. “Now push them tightly together, to make sure we
get it all.” Soon his cock was wrapped in a hot silky prison,
and he began, timidly at first, but then with a will, to stroke
his cock with her greasy buttocks.
Karen could feel his dick, already hard, turn to a steely pole of
drooling boycock as he humped away at her ass. A large pool of
precum was beginning to form at the small of her back as his
motions became faster, harder; for Jared, this was heavenly – the
slick feel of her ass against his cock was better than he could
have imagined.
“Oh, mommy,” he groaned. “You feel soo good…it’s hot,
wet…tight and slippery…”
“I know, baby,” she replied. “that’s because of the oil; but I
think there’s more back there.”
“Where, mommy? This feels sooo gooood…”
“Try mommys puckered little hole, baby – I think I felt some slip
in there; use your finger.” Though he was reluctant to stop
humping her behind, he was eager for more of that slippery wet
hotness wrapped around his cock. His index finger, already
greasy from holding her ass, slid easily iside her ass, and he
wiggled it a little, sending shockwaves through Karen’s body.
She was humping the chaise in little motions now, grinding her
cunt against it.
“Oh, mommy, I think there is more in here,” he said, mesmerised
by the sight of his finger, plunging into his mother’s sweet
little behind.
“Good baby, you know what to do.” With relish, he grabbed her
ass again in his hands, and positioned the head of his cock at
the entrance to that spicy little hole. “Now, baby,” she began,
but he jumped the gun, unable to wait any longer, and simply
pushed forward.
“OHMYFUCKINGGODOHBABYOHGODOH!!” Karen shrieked at the top of her
lungs as she felt his massive cock invade her most private space,
the sensation overwhelming her senses and triggering an
instantaneous orgasm.
“Oh, Mommy! I can feel it! It’s grabbing my penis, mommy!” Her
bodily convulsions had caused that tiny hole to clench down on
Jared’s cock and his gargantuan tube of meat was trapped inside
her greasy shitter.
“Oh god, baby! Mommy’s sooooo full of your big fucking COCK!”
She snapped her head back at Jared to give him a hungry glance.
“What are you waiting for, little boy? Fuck mommy’s ass! Ream
mommy’s needy little shit hole with that big, beautiful fuck
stick of yours!” Her son began sliding his pole in and out of
her bunghole, and was soon viciously pounding her asshole. All
that grease up her ass made nasty wet noises as Jared slammed his
meat in and out of her; her buttocks quaked with every impact of
his hips when he bottomed out in her butt.
“Oh, mommy, you’re soooo tight back here!”
“I know, baby. That’s because you’ve got all that meat shoved up
inside mommy’s tiny little asshole!” And God, it felt good.
There was simply so much of it, Karen thought he must be fucking
all the way into her stomach with each thrust. She had NEVER
been this full before, never in all her college orgies, in all
the highschool gangbangs, NEVER. And all this sweet sweet meat
belonged to her own little boy, who was addicted to her cunt, and
would fuck his mommy for as long as she ever needed him to.
The thought of her getting to have all this meat for the rest of
her life was enough to push Karen to the edge.
“Oh Baby! Mommy’s going to come, baby! CUM with mommy! Pack
mommy’s ASS with all that sweet cum! Fuck all that boyjuice into
me so hard it kcomes out my mouth, baby! Fuck me! Harder!
HARDER! FUCK MOMMY HARDER, BABY! FILL MOMMY’S BELLY BABY!!”
Karen’s body convulsed with orgasmic energy once more, and her
asshole clenched down on Jared’s cock so hard he almost didn’t
cum. But they were both soon rewarded with the sensation of jet
after jet of his creamy seed exploding inside her ass. There was
so much of it, in fact, that he was still spurting weakly when he
finally pulled out of her behind, and managed to paint her back
with three large gobbets of cum.
Panting and shuddering, Karen came down from her erotic high.
“Oh god, oh my sweet baby, you fuck sooo good…” she breathed,
fixing him with a smouldering stare. Her itchy asshole was
satisfied, but another hunger had been awakened in Jared’s
mother. His cock, still hard and huge and dripping his scalding
hot semen all over her ass stared at her with its blinking little
eye.
Suddenly wheeling around in the chaise, she said, “all that
fucking’s made mommy thirsty, baby. Come here and feed me some of
that sweet cream.” With that, she grabbed his ass, and quickly
gobbled up his dripping fuckmeat, or as much of it as she could
fit in her mouth.
Karen’s blowjob was more an erotic assault than a sexual act.
She noisily and nastily slurped the head of his cock, sucking
hard, then licking lasciviously. One of her hands was rapidly
stroking the length of that huge shaft, whipping semen all over
her chest, while the other massaged his scrotum and even
occasionaly dipped behind his scrotal sack to massage his
prostate. He’d shown a little too much initiative in taking her
ass like that; this was Karen’s game, and would be played
according to her rules. She had to show him who was in control
here, who would decide who came and who didn’t.
“Do you want to cum, little man? Do you want mommy to make you
cum?” She pulled her mouth off of his dick, and looked him in the
eye.
“Y-yes, mommy,” he panted, though taken aback by the glare she
was giving him.
“That’s right little boy; and mommy’s going to be the *only* one
who makes you cum, EVER. Right?”
“Yes, mommy,” Jared was a little scared, now. He thought all
this shit was over, and everything from now on would just be fun
with his mother.
“Good. Now do as mommy tells you, and give me all that sweet
cream of yours; cum for mommy. Cum for your mother! Give me all
that hot jizz all over my face! Come on, give it to me! Cum!
CUM! CUUUUUMM!” He could take no more, and immediately began
shooting rope after rope of his creamy jizz all over her
beautiful features; five huge gobbets splattered her face;
another plastered her eye. Half a dozen were directed down to
paint her big, bouncing tits, now no longer restrained by the
bikini. The rest she drank like a woman dying of thirst.
Once he was done, she looked at him with her open eye. “Go take
a shower, and then meet me downstairs.” It was time she opened
that wardrobe, Karen decided.