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Title: The Captive Family
Author: Eros

The Captive Family
Chapter 1

Bobby Mitchell ducked down quickly in the driver's seat as
twin beams of bright light shone suddenly into the rearview mirror.
The sound of the approaching car got louder, and the boy prayed that
it would go straight past. The last thing he needed right now was for
some damn good-samaritan to stop and ask questions. Worse still, if it
was a cop, he was done for!

Even the dumbest cop in the world wouldn't take long to find
out that the car he was driving was stolen. Although Bobby was only
fifteen, with his past record the judge would throw the book at him.
He couldn't chance that now. As soon as the other car sped past, Bobby
started the engine and pulled off the side of the road into some
bushes and waited. He lit a cigarette and puffed on it nervously. The
acrid smoke filled his lungs, but did little to calm his nerves.

"Christ! Come on, mom! Where the fuck are you?", he muttered
under his breath. The waiting was getting to him and for the hundredth
time tonight, he wondered if his mother's plan was going to work.

Cathy Mitchell had no such misgivings. At that very moment,
the tall, willowy blonde was crawling under the outer security fence
of the State Women's Correctional Centre. It had taken weeks of
planning and plenty of hard work to get this far. Not to mention the
five hundred bucks she'd paid one of the guards to look the other way
at the right time. Once through the fence Cathy headed off in the
direction of the road, where she had instructed her son to wait for
her. Having had plenty of time in the prison gym to get into shape,
Cathy was undaunted by the prospect of the two mile crosscountry jog,
especially since at the end was freedom!

Bobby got out of the car and sat on the hood, craning his neck
and staring into the darkness. He listened for any sign of movement in
the bushes but heard nothing except the incessant chirping of
crickets. Then a twig cracked.

"M... Mom?", whispered Bobby into the darkness.

No reply. The hair on the back of the boy's neck began to rise
as he held his breath, listening for further sounds. Nothing. He was
about to turn when he felt a pair of hands cover his eyes from behind.

"Guess who, baby?", said a voice in his right ear.

Bobby whirled around sharply.

"Jesus Christ, Mom! You scared the shit out of me!", gasped
Bobby, staring at his mother with wide eyes.

"Sorry, honey!", laughed Cathy, kissing her son on the lips.
"I couldn't resist it!" She threw her arms around him and gave him a
big hug.

Bobby hugged her back, immediately conscious of the fullness
of his mother's large tits against his chest. His hands circled her
waist. It was narrower than he remembered, and the warm flesh under
her thin prison smock felt soft yet firm. Even though she was his
mother, the boy's prick lurched in his pants. He tried to keep her
from noticing his hardening cock.

"Hey, you've lost weight, Mom!", blurted Bobby. He pushed his
mother away from him, afraid that she would feel his cock against her.
He had certainly been aware that it was pressing against her leg.


"And you've grown since I saw you last, baby. Jesus, you're
almost as tall as I am!"

They both ducked as another car drove past, its lights
flashing over them.

"We'd better get moving, Mom. It don't think it's real safe
around here."

"Yeah, you're right! Did you bring me a change of clothes,
Bobby?"

"Sure! They're in the bag on the back seat."

"Okay, honey, you drive. I wanna change out of these damn
rags."

"Where we goin', Mom?"

"I don't know, son," replied Cathy. "Just drive north. We're
gonna have to play it by ear for a while."

They got in and Bobby nosed the car out onto the road,
speeding off in the direction his mother had indicated. He was pleased
to be moving again, the throb of the engine and the rush of air past
the windows somehow made him feel much safer. Beside him, Cathy began
to take off her dirty, torn prison clothes, unashamed by her son's
presence. As she stripped, Bobby kept taking sideways glances at her,
unable to stop staring as his mother hurriedly pulled off her clothes.
The baggy prison smock had concealed her stunning figure very well,
and the boy's heart began to beat faster as more and more of her naked
flesh was exposed to his excited eyes. Somehow, his mother looked a
lot younger than her thirty-six years. Bobby seemed to remember her as
being kind of plain and slightly plump. But that was a long time ago,
and this woman sitting beside him, stripping her clothes off, was
nothing at all like that... she was slim, trim and utterly sexy!
Despite the fact that she was his mother, Bobby's cock began to swell
in his pants.

Cathy finished changing and sat half facing her son, conscious
of the strong effect she was having on him. She smiled, noticing the
huge bulge in the boy's jeans. It fascinated her that she could turn
him on so easily, her own son! The look of lust on his handsome young
features was unmistakable.

Cathy took a long, deep breath. It had been quite a while
since she'd seen that look on a man's face, and although the boy was
only fifteen, one glance told her that Bobby was physically already a
man. Handsome and strong like his father, she thought with a wry
smile. God, how she missed Doug! It had taken her a long time to get
over his death, but now it consoled her to know that she still had
Bobby, the spitting image of her dead husband. Doug had been fantastic
in bed, a real stud, able to pleasure her all night when she wanted
him to... and she did... often. Of all the things Cathy missed in
their relationship, she missed sex the most. Her pussy began to
moisten as her eyes settled on her son's bulging crotch. Judging by
the size of the lump in the front of his jeans, Bobby was just as
virile as his father.

Cathy suppressed a feeling of guilt. After what she'd
experienced in prison, the fact that Bobby was her own son didn't
bother her a bit. In prison, you soon learned to get your kicks
however and whenever the opportunity arose. Cathy Mitchell had been
no different. At first, she found the shameless sexual advances of the
other female prisoners repulsive. Some of them were quite pretty, and
at first, Cathy rejected them. She resorted instead to frequent
masturbation, bringing herself off as soon as she was alone. But
eventually, even that became less and less stimulating. Cathy had
always been rather highly sexed, and it was only a matter of time,
before she was willingly initiated into the lurid world of lesbian
sex. And for a time Cathy had enjoyed it, giving and receiving illicit
pleasure at every opportunity. But in the end, it hadn't been enough,
and even that failed to satisfy her. Cathy was one of those women who
needed penetration, preferably deep penetration. A cock ramming in and
out of her cunt was what she needed.

Cathy looked at her son sitting so close beside her and
shivered with excitement. He was still stealing furtive glances at her
bare legs, occasionally rubbing his crotch with his hand. The look in
his young eyes excited her immensely. He reminded her of what it felt
like to be a real woman once more... to excite a man with her naked
body... to feel his hands caress her breasts, squeezing and pinching
her erect nipples while his long, hard prick filled her sex
completely... his narrow hips thrusting powerfully... pounding her
juicy, quivering cunt into a mass of creamy froth as he fucked her
from orgasm to delicious orgasm. Cathy opened her legs a fraction as
the heat between her damp thighs became intense. Bobby noticed the
movement and nearly ran off the road trying to look up his mother's
dress. He had an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch her, but
instead rearranged his hardening cock to a more comfortable position.

"I'm gonna try and take a quick nap, honey,", said Cathy,
trying to suppress a giggle at her son's obvious embarrassment. She
didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, Bobby's arousal had excited
her greatly and Cathy wanted to see how far she could take it. She lay
back and pretended to close her eyes. As she settled down, Cathy
pulled up her dress and allowed her knees to fall apart, making sure
her son had a good view up between her legs. Bobby darted a glance at
his mother. Her dress was halfway up her thighs, and Bobby could see
the inviting mound of his mother's cunt pressing firmly against the
tightly-stretched fabric of panties. He moaned low in his throat, and
reached for his cock. A quick look at his mother's face told Bobby
that her eyes were closed, so he stared brazenly at her exposed
crotch. The sight made his cock jerk and twitch unbearably. Once more,
he fought off the urge to reach over and touch her. Instead he
unzipped his fly and slipped a hand inside to squeeze his hard prick.

Cathy observed her son through slitted eyes, being careful not
to let him know she was watching him. She felt an itching wetness in
her pussy as Bobby fondled his cock. It had been years since she had
last seen her son naked. Bobby would have been only about ten or
eleven at the time, and she remembered that his cock had been cute and
boyishly small. She wondered what it looked like now, all hard and
stiff, swollen with blood and desire... desire for her, his own
mother. Cathy watched as the boy's free hand moved back and forth
inside his pants. It was obvious he was masturbating. She had never
thought of Bobby jacking off, and it excited her. Her son was a male
a****l... he had a prick, and it would get hard... and if he pulled on
it long enough it would spurt out a hot stream of nice milky jizm.
Cathy pictured it in her mind and tried to imagine what it would taste
like. Her throat was dry.

Cathy felt the urge to put a hand on her cunt and rub her
itching clit. Since discovering the joys of female-female sex in
prison, she didn't masturbate much anymore, only when she felt the
need strongly, only when she was unusually stimulated, and her son was
stimulating her unusually. She wished she could fondle herself while
she watched him masturbate. Her need for a deep, satisfying orgasm was
strong. Only the faint feelings of guilt she still felt, prevented her
from going any further. She almost gasped aloud when Bobby pulled his
cock out of his pants. It was hard as a rock and Cathy's cunt twitched
involuntarily at the very sight of it. His gaze flicked back and forth
from the road to his mother, still unaware that she was watching him,
his eyes darting first to her crotch and then to her tits, and back
again. All the while his fist jerked up and down on his stiff prick.

Cathy watched, fascinated by the size and youthful vigour of
her son's cock, trembling as she imagined it pushing between her legs,
the swollen, purple head sliding smoothly up into her cunt, his hands
around her tits.

"Ohhhh, God, yessss!", Cathy whispered under her breath. The
thought of sex with her own son was extremely arousing. She was just
about to throw caution to the wind and reach for Bobby's gorgeous
prick when the boy suddenly stuffed it back into his pants. Cathy sat
up in alarm when he cursed loudly.

"What's wrong, honey?", she asked, surprised.

Bobby didn't answer for a few seconds. He was staring into the
rearview mirror, a look of concern on his worried features.

"Cops, I think!", he breathed. "Closing on us in a fuckin'
hurry,too!"

Cathy looked back and saw a set of red and blue flashing
lights approaching, fast. She touched her son's shoulder to calm him
down.

"Don't panic, baby. It's probably nothing. Just slow down and
stay cool, okay."

"Okay, Mom."

Both of them held their breaths as the police car approached
rapidly. It soon overtook them and sped past, siren wailing off into
the distance. Cathy breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her son.

"Thank Christ!" she gasped.

"You can fuckin' say that again," Bobby murmured in reply.

Cathy cast a quick glance at his crotch. The formidable bulge
was gone, and Cathy felt strangely disappointed. Like a c***d who is
promised a lollipop only to have it snatched out from under her very
nose.

"We've got to get off the highway, Mom. It's gonna be crawling
with cops all night," said Bobby looking for somewhere to pull off the
road. Cathy agreed with him, she was dying for a shower. Bobby
pulled into the next motel they came to and parked as far away from
the office as he could.

"You go in and register alone, hon.", said Cathy, keeping low
in the seat. "The cops will be looking for a woman, not a single guy.
I'll sneak in when you open the door."

"I'm real good at sneaking girls into my room, Mom!", grinned
Bobby.

"I just bet you are!", replied his mother, hoping the jealousy
she suddenly felt didn't show. "Here, take this bag, and make it
convincing."

Bobby got out of the car and Cathy watched him go, her eyes on
her son's tight, jean-clad butt as he walked towards the office.
Bobby was back in under five minutes, a door key in his hand.

"How'd it go?", asked his mother.

"Fine! No sweat at all! I told the old guy at the desk I'd be
staying a week so he gave me a room with airconditioning at no extra
cost!"

"Shit, what did you do that for, Bobby?", asked Cathy. "We
aren't staying that long!"

Bobby only smiled...

"Don't worry, Mom! We only have to pay a deposit, and the
balance in the morning. I was thinking we could kind of leave and, you
know, forget to pay the rest. It works out five dollars cheaper."

Cathy ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek.

"My son the businessman," she chuckled. "Like father like son,
eh?"

Bobby put his arm around his mother and they headed for their
room, his hand snugged against the underside of one breast. Cathy
leaned against him enjoying the contact. Anyone watching would have
taken the pair for lovers rather than mother and son.

Once inside, Bobby looked around.

"Mmmmmmm, hey, this isn't half bad, Mom!"

His mother agreed, and she liked it more and more when she
discovered the comfortably large double bed.

"Gosh, Mom, there's only one bed," said Bobby with a faint
smile on his face. Cathy looked at her young son with a mischievous
twinkle in her eye.

"Looks like there's plenty of room to me", she grinned. "You
don't mind sleeping with your dear old mother, do you, son?"

"No, Mom. I don't mind at all.", replied Bobby, unable to
suppress the hint of expectation that crept into his voice.

Cathy headed for the bathroom, a broad smile on her lovely
features.

"I'm going to freshen up, honey. I've been dying for a hot
shower all day."

"Okay, Mom!"

Bobby looked around the room, and spotted the mini-bar. It was
well stocked with liquor, and so was the small refrigerator.

"Mmmmm, after tonight, I think I deserve a couple of brews",
he muttered to himself. Taking one out, Bobby twisted off the cap,
downing almost half the bottle in one gulp. He sat on the edge of the
bed and turned on the TV. The coloured images flickered before his
eyes but Bobby's mind was elsewhere. He was still thinking about his
mother and how hot she had looked in the car, with her legs apart and
her dress almost up around her waist. His cock began to stiffen again
at the very thought. He glanced toward the bathroom door and heard the
sounds of running water. Even though it was his own mother in there
taking a shower, Bobby couldn't stop thinking about how fantastic she
must look, completely nude, the water from the shower making her
tanned flesh glisten as it cascaded down over her gorgeous body,
splashing over her tits and running down between her naked thighs.

Bobby moaned low in his throat at the deliciously sexy image.
Tossing back his head, he finished off the rest of the bottle in one
gulp. He went to the fridge and grabbed another. Despite the beer he'd
just finished, his mouth seemed incredibly dry. Bobby sipped the
second beer more slowly, all the while darting glances at the closed
bathroom door. There was a look of frustration on his young face.
Although he was only fifteen, Bobby had always had a way with members
of the opposite sex. He had fucked plenty of girls his own age,
several older women too. With his youthful good looks and charm, it
had been easy, but this was different. 'Shit! How do you put the make
on your own mother?', he thought. He was still pondering the question
when he heard his mother call out from the bathroom.

"Bobby! Can you come in here for a second, sweetheart. I need
your help, son!"

Bobby's face dissolved into a devilish grin. He couldn't
believe his luck.

"Yesss! There must be a God after all.", he muttered.
Polishing off the rest of his beer, Bobby headed eagerly for the
bathroom and opened the door.

He tried to appear calm, but when he saw his mother, he almost
gasped out loud. Cathy was standing in front of the mirror, trying to
fasten the catch on her necklace. She was wearing only a short robe,
but she hadn't even bothered to pull it closed. Bobby could see half
of each tit and all of her fur-covered mound.

"Help me with this darn thing will you, baby. I can't get seem
to get the catch to stay closed."

Bobby just gazed at her.

"Stupid, damn thing!", muttered his mother. "I don't know why
I bother taking it off sometimes. Do it up for me will you please,
sweetheart?"

As if in a dream, Bobby stepped up behind his mother and took
the clasp from her fingers. He noticed that his own fingers were
shaking, an hoped that she wouldn't notice. He glanced over her
shoulder into the mirror and froze, staring down at his mother's
pussy. It was clearly exposed. The light blonde hairs covering her
mound doing little to hide the pink, glistening slit that nestled at
the base of her creamy thighs. It looked puffy and wet and, as Bobby
guessed correctly... ready for cock!

Cathy had enjoyed her shower immensely. The sharp, hot needles
of water had at first relaxed her, but then her thoughts drifted to
Bobby, and how she had turned him on in the car tonight.

So much so, that he'd jacked off! The more she though about
how big and hard his young cock had been, the more excited Cathy got.
The warm spray against her body began to stimulate her, and soon, the
horny feelings in her cunt became so unbearable that Cathy was forced
to do as she had done for so many years now... she dropped a hand
between her long, slender legs and began to masturbate vigourously.
She came quickly, but as always the hunger remained. She knew what she
needed... the only thing that could ever satisfy her completely... a
long, thick, hard cock stuffed right up her cunt! And as she stepped
out of the shower, Cathy knew how she could get one too, if she played
her cards right. Now it was happening! Bobby was obviously excited.

She could feel his prick touching her butt, and it was hard...
real hard. Cathy wanted to reach around a take it in her hand, but
she suppressed the urge, it wasn't the right moment yet. Instead she
pressed back against him, pretending to become impatient with him.

Cathy felt her son's stiff cock press delightfully into the
crack of her ass. Watching him in the mirror, she pretended to hum a
tune and began to rotate her ass against him in tiny circles, as if
she were doing a slow dance. All the time rubbing her backside slowly
against the boy's prominent bulge. Bobby couldn't keep his mind on the
job anymore. He was having difficulty concentrating on anything now,
except how nice his mother's firm butt felt against his straining
cock.

"What's wrong, honey?... Having trouble?", breathed his
mother.

"Ahhh... No... Ehhh, I mean yes, I am!", stammered Bobby.
"It's hard when you keep moving around like that, Mom!"

"Mmmmmmm, it sure is, baby!", Cathy whispered, pressing back
against him.

Bobby suddenly realized that his mother was doing it on
purpose. He pressed his cock against her even harder and began to
stroke her bare shoulders with his fingers. The necklace fell to the
floor, completely forgotten.

"Do you like that, Mom?", asked Bobby, looking at her in the
mirror.

"Yessss! Ooooh yes, baby! I love it!", gasped his mother,
leaning against him. Bobby saw the hot gleam in her eyes and read it
for what it was. He'd seen that hungry look before... on the faces of
all the girls and women he'd ever fucked, and it excited him beyond
belief to see it now on the face of his own sexy mother! Emboldened by
her lust, Bobby slid his hands inside his mother's robe and cupped her
tits with both hands. Cathy arched back against him and made a low,
a****l sound deep in her throat, her eyes going instantly moist with
desire. She threw all pretense to the wind now, and began to writhe
her ass back against her son's bulging crotch in the most suggestive
manner, at the same time delighting in the touch of his hot hands on
her aching titflesh.

Cathy stared at her son in the mirror. The look on his
handsome, young face made her pussy twitch. She closed her thighs
tightly, and a ripple of tingling hunger burned through her cunt.
Bobby rubbed his mother's nipples to erection, pinching and squeezing
the hard little buttons until Cathy began to groan loudly with
pleasure.

"Lower, honey!", she gasped. "Move your hands lower! Touch
momma's cunt!"

Bobby left one hand on his mother's tits, sliding the other
down over the curve of her belly, and into the moist, inviting cleft
between her legs. Cathy gasped when she felt the exquisite pressure
of her son's fingers on her cunt. He rubbed her expertly, the outside
fingers massaging the lips of pussy while his middle finger dipped
inside to explore the soft, slippery depths of her hot cunthole.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Bobby! You gorgeous c***d! Fuck momma's cunt
with your finger, baby! Oh, God! Fuck yesssssss! Deeper! Stick it in
deeper, lover!"

"I will, Mom!", groaned Bobby, thrusting his finger in as far
as possible into his mother's juicy, gaping slit. "I'll fuck you all
right!... Jesus Christ, you're wet!... Ummmmmm, so fuckin' hot and
wet!"

"Oooooh! It's you, sweetheart!", gasped Cathy. "Just thinking
about your cock has made me all hot and gooey!... God, baby, I need it
real bad!"

Cathy reached round behind her and groped for the bulge in her
son's crotch. She squeezed his prick through the material of his
pants, marvelling at the hugeness of it. It jerked and twitched under
her palm as if it had a life of its own. Locating her son's zipper
Cathy jerked it down and slid her hand inside. Bobby gasped as he felt
his mother's cool fingers grasp his prick. It was hard as steel, and
Cathy found to her surprise and delight that her fingers didn't quite
meet around its huge circumference.

"God Almighty! Jesus, you're hung like a fuckin' horse!",
gasped Cathy, jerking on her son's huge, erect shaft. "Ohhhh, baby,
I'm so hot!... I want it in me! I want you to fuck me with it!... Do
you want to, Bobby?... Do you want to fuck your mother?"

"Oh God, Mom, yes!", he groaned. With a cry, Cathy let go of
her son's cock and removed his hand from her cunt. She spun around and
threw her arms around his neck. Her full, red lips opening over his in
a fiery, french kiss which Bobby returned with equal passion. His
mother's naked body was pressed full-length against his own, and Bobby
was aware of every wonderful inch of it. Her soft tits were crushed
between them, the hard, pink nipples drilling into his chest. Her
tongue darted hotly in and out of his mouth. And best of all, Between
his mothers legs, his cock rubbed deliciously between the lips of her
hot, inviting cuntslit.

Cathy broke the kiss and grabbed her son by the hand, as she
had when he was a little boy, and pulled him into the next room.
Without a word, she stripped off her robe, and flopped backwards onto
the bed, her legs falling wide apart. She stroked her cunt, enjoying
the look of hunger on his face.

"Take your clothes off, darling! I want to see you naked
too!", grinned Cathy, staring openly at her son's bulging crotch.
Bobby just stared at her, his eyes on the moist, pouting lips of his
mother's blonde-fringed pussy.

"Oh, Mom! You're so beautiful!", he murmured, pulling off his
clothes.

As the boy stepped out of his pants, his cock jerked free,
standing out from his crotch, stiff as an iron bar. Cathy gasped at
the sight of it.

"Ooooooh, Bobby! What a gorgeous prick!... You really do have
a big one, don't you, baby?"

Without waiting for an answer, Cathy sat up and bent towards
him, her tits swinging like two firm melons. She grasped her son's
prick tightly in both hands, trembling with excitement as the thick
pole of flesh jerked powerfully between her fingers. She began to
stroke it up and down, totally mesmerized by the length and hardness
of the boy's lust-swollen tool. Bobby looked down at his mother and
saw the way she was looking at his cock.

"Wanna suck it first, Mom?", he suggested boldly, a lewd grin
spreading across his handsome young features. He'd had his cock sucked
plenty of times before, but the thought of getting a little head from
his own mother made Bobby's prick literally drip with lust. He was
eager to fuck her, but that could wait. The image of his mother's hot,
wet mouth wrapped tightly around his prick was such a turn-on. Bobby
simply couldn't resist. Cathy smiled up at him and licked her lips,
happy that he was so sexually experienced.

"Oooooooh, you horny little prick! You'd like that, wouldn't
you?", she said, squeezing the boy's balls. "You'd like momma to put
her lips around your lovely hard cock and suck you off, wouldn't you?"

"Ummmmmm!", Bobby moaned, reaching for his mother's head.
"Ohh, fuck yes! Do it, Mom! Eat my cock! Suck the hot come right out
of my fuckin' balls!"

"Ohhhhh, Sweet Jesus!" she gasped, staring at the intense look
of desire on her son's face. With a cry, Cathy opened her lips wide
and wrapped them lustfully around the meaty thickness of his young
prick, sucking it into her mouth as far as she could. Her left hand
fondled the hairy orbs of the boy's bloated balls, and as she
continued to suck him harder and harder, Cathy began to move her other
hand quickly along the base, stroking and masturbating her son
feverishly. Then with a little whimper she quickly moved her head back
and forth sliding her lips further and further over his cock until
almost every inch of it was bathed in the constricting wetness of her
throat.

As his mother intensified the rhythm of her sucking, Bobby's
eyes widened. This was incredible, better than anything he'd ever felt
before.

"Jesus!", he muttered.

Cathy looked up and saw the pleasure on her son's face, her
overheated cunt drooling like mad between her legs. She loved the
feel and taste of his cock, so young and fresh and stiff! Cathy drew
back until just the large, sensitive head was in her mouth and sucked
hard.

"Aaarghhhhhh! Oh, yeah! That's nice, Mom! Ungghhhhh! Yeah,
suck it hard!"

Bobby began pumping his ass frantically, his legs jerking with
the effort as he tried to ram his cock deeper into his mother's hot,
sucking mouth.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!", Cathy moaned, her mouth tightly stretched by
his hard, pulsating prong. "Mmmmmmmmmm! Ummmmmm! Ummmmmm!
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

She was using everything she had now... hands... mouth... and
lips in an attempt to give her son the best damn mouth job he'd ever
had.

"Oh, Mom! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!... Christ, that feels sooooo fuckin'
good!... Suck me, Mom!... Yeahhhhhh, lick my balls too!... Ohhhhhhhh,
Godddddddddd!"

Cathy sensed that her son was close to orgasm, but she didn't
mind. She knew what young boys were like. If she could take the edge
off for him with her mouth, Bobby's next erection would last a long,
long time. Cathy bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, sucking
and slurping and squeezing his balls, trying desperately to get her
son to blow off in her mouth. His prick slid hotly between her lips,
rubbing on her tongue and the roof of her mouth as he fucked her face.
It wasn't long before the tight, wet friction of his mother's lips
became too much for young Bobby.

"OH, SHIT, MOM!", he yelled. "JESUS! SUCK! SUCK! ARGHHH, HERE
IT COMES!"

Cathy felt her son's sperm surge up the length of his cock,
his whole body quivering with the effort, then it splashed thickly
against her tonsils, squirting in giant waves down her throat. She
swallowed greedily, sucking harder for more of the precious fluid that
was now trickling from Bobby's throbbing pecker onto her tongue.

"Ummmmmm!", moaned Bobby, tremors of delight making his young
body shake.

Cathy sucked the last drop of juice from the end of her son's
cock and licked the shaft over quickly, then, looking up, she smiled
at him seductively.

"Nice one, baby?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm Mom! You have no idea!"

"Oh, I think I do", replied Cathy, flopping backwards onto the
bed. She gazed up at his cock which, despite unloading a formidable
quantity of jizm into her eager mouth, seemed to have lost none of
it's former glory.

Bobby was staring at his mother's cunt.

"You look so hot, Mom!", he said huskily. "... so hot and
wet!"

Cathy dipped a finger into her slippery gash and rubbed it
back and forth with exaggerated slowness.

"I am, honey," she whispered, her eyes taking on a wanton
gleam. "Momma's all hot and wet for her big handsome baby!"

Bobby's face parted in a wide, lustful grin.

"Bet I can make you even hotter and wetter, Mom!", he
promised.

Cathy's cunt twitched with a****l heat. She wanted her son's
cock badly.

"Ooooh! Hurry, baby! I can't wait any longer", she groaned,
spreading her long tapering legs as wide as she could. With a moan,
Bobby joined her on the bed, crawling between his mother's thighs
until his cock hung directly over her sweetly gaping snatch.

He kissed her tits and then her lips, which parted eagerly to
admit his probing tongue. They clung to each other, kissing with
growing passion.

Cathy felt her son's cocktip press against the groove of her
slit, and automatically raised her hips up at him, her ass bunching.
She shoved her right hand down onto his ass, pulling him as tightly as
she could against her feverish body. Her other hand wrapped around his
neck.

"Ohh, Bobby! I love your body, baby", she husked. "It feels so
strong and smooth against me. You don't know how long I've waited for
this, darling!"

She slid her tongue into her son's mouth, making Bobby pant
hotly. She licked inside his mouth, purring and gasping as she happily
rubbed herself against him, her flooded slit soaking the head of his
cock with a plentiful supply of oily, cuntal lubricant.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Jesus! Bobby! My darling, boy!", gasped Cathy.
"What has Momma been missing out on all this time?"

"What have we both been missing out on, Mom?"

Bobby grabbed his cock and attempted to place the bloated tip
between his his mother's cuntlips, but Cathy shook her head.

"No, honey! Let me!", she moaned. Taking her son's huge prick
in both hands, Cathy lifted her hips, positioning the boy's large,
flared cockhead into the entrance of her cunt. She gazed down between
her legs and stared at her son's cock, her heart skipping a beat the
very size of it. It felt like a baseball bat in her fingers... the
head swollen... the long, purple-veined shaft thick as her arm, and
hard as steel.

"Jesus, Bobby!", gulped Cathy staring in awe. "My poor cunt
hasn't seen a cock that big in years," gulped Cathy. "I hope I can
take all that!"

"So do I, Mom!", said Bobby, gasping as his mother's hot,
slippery outer lips closed around the head of his cock. It was too
much for the young boy, and whether or not his mother's cunt could
take his prick, Bobby was past caring. All he wanted to do right now
was plunge further into the tight, hot wetness that enveloped the tip
of his cock.

"Here I come, Mom! Ready or not!", grunted Bobby, getting
ready to slam it to her good. Cathy looked down at the boy's massive
cock in alarm.

"Here I come, Mom! Ready or not!", grunted Bobby, getting
ready to slam it to her good. Cathy looked down at the boy's massive
cock in alarm.

"Bobby, No! You'll hurt me!", she squealed. "Let me get used
to it a bit first!"

He ignored his mother's cry, pushing her hands away from his
cock. Cathy tried to protest, but her voice wouldn't work. She felt
his body tense, and then, before she could move or say another word,
her son fucked his mammoth cock into her cunt.

"Bobby!", she screamed, feeling his prick penetrate the tight
wetness of her pussy in a single thrust. Although Cathy felt pain, it
wasn't half as bad as she'd been expecting, and even as she screamed
her son's name, her hips jerked upward, sliding onto the length of his
mighty prick before she could stop herself. Cathy's eyes bulged as she
felt him slide deep into her pussy, the walls of her womb flexing as
Bobby's cock stretched them, almost to the limit.

"Oh, God! Fuck! Oh, Bobby, that feels good, honey. Your cock
feels so fucking good! Oooooh! Is all of it inside me baby?", asked
Cathy, trembling.

"Unnnnngghhh! Y... Yeah! Oooff! I think so, Mom!", grunted her
son.

"Good!... Then fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me hard and make me
come!", screamed Cathy, grabbing the cheeks of her son's ass with both
hands.

"Ohhhh, Jesus, yes Mom! I'll fuck you alright!", panted Bobby
clutching his mother's hips. "I'm gonna fuck your hot snatch real
good!"

"Do it, baby! Do it now!", hissed Cathy, unable to keep still
any longer.

Bobby began to fuck his mother vigorously. He stabbed his cock
in and out of her cunt with long, powerful strokes that soon had Cathy
squirming and squealing beneath him as she writhed in ecstasy. Cathy
clawed at the bedspread, her head twisting from side to side as she
began to whimper and gurgle. Her hips moved in time with her son's
prick, grinding even as her ass lunged up and down to meet his every
stroke.

"Ohhh, yes! Fuck me! Jesus, Bobby fuck me harder! God, I love
your cock!"

At her words, she felt the boy's cock plunge in deeper,
slamming against the entrance of her quivering womb, the very place
his own life had started fifteen years ago. The significance of their
i****tuous act was not lost on Cathy. She knew what she was doing, and
she knew the implications. But instead of feeling shame or guilt, she
felt only extreme sexual pleasure, unbelievably heightened by the
excitement of knowing that the long, hard cock fucking her so
deliciously, belonged to her own sweet son. If only she'd only known
how utterly fantastic it was, she'd have started fucking him as soon
as he was capable of getting a hard-on.

Cathy threw up her slender arms and wrapped them around
Bobby's neck, trying forcibly to pull his young body into hers. Her
back arched in mindless ecstasy, her blonde hair flew, and her slender
hips bucked up off the bed, sending her squirming cunt up at just the
right angle to receive her son's pounding thrusts. The base of his
cock mashed her clit, causing her to moan and cry out with intense
pleasure.

"Fuck me!... Fuck me, you gorgeous prick!", Cathy urged
wantonly.

Her nostrils flared with agonizing desire, and she began to
grind her hips into the mattress in a shameless frenzy of lust,
furiously thrusting her cunt up onto the shaft of her son's cock in
the convulsive rhythms of fucking. "Jesus!", Bobby grunted loudly. He
still hung onto her undulating hips, trying to keep his mother's wild
gyrations under control.

Bobby couldn't believe the incredible constriction of her snug
little slot around his cock. It was like fucking a little girl.

"Ahhhhh! God, but you're tight, Mom!", he grunted, grimacing
with the delicious effort. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, tight and wet... and so
fuckin' hot!"

Bobby began to revolve his hips in a circular motion, grinding
her clit against the base of his cock as he thrust in. He knew the
girls he usually fucked loved it. His mother went wild.

"UHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH! FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU D... DO...
ARRRRGGGGHHHH! BOBBY!"

Cathy was whimpering loudly. She had never felt so much
pleasure. She threw up her long tapering legs and locked her heels
tightly in the middle of Bobby's back. Then she began to thrust up her
buttocks much harder, moaning as she felt his cock slam solidly into
her tightly stretched cunthole.

"Oh, Bobby! That feels so good! Harder, darling, harder!
Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Slam it to me, baby!... Mmmmmmmmmm, fuck momma
really hard! Oh my God, yes!"

Chapter 2

"Unnnnghhhh!", Bobby grunted. His face contorted into a mask
of obscene pleasure. The tight, sucking warmth of his mother's cunt
seemed to be sucking the very cum out of his dick. Several times he
pulled his hips way back, withdrawing until only the fat, bulbous tip
of his cock remained.

Then, he'd suddenly slam it back inside his mother's upthrust
snatch until every inch of his meaty thickness was buried once more in
her hot, forbidden sheath, impaling her cunt almost brutally, with a
single, convulsive thrust.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! M... My G... G... God!", squealed Cathy.

Every contour of her son's cock sent electric thrills up and
down her spine as his hard, pistoning shaft sc****d deliciously
against the walls of her tightly stretched cunt.

"Jesus, baby, where did you learn to fuck like that?", she
moaned into his mouth. Bobby just grinned at her, delighted by the
contorted look of pleasure on his mother's pretty face.

"You like me fucking you, don't you, Mom?", he asked,
thrusting harder.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, yesss! You have such a big cock, baby!",
hissed Cathy, locking her thighs more tightly around Bobby's waist.
"Uhhhhhhh, and you use it so well, baby!"

Her son was fucking her like a young bull... hard and strong
and deep, and still Cathy couldn't get enough of him. She loved it!
She loved every depraved second of it. Every squeeze of his fingers...
every i****tuous jab of his cock... every wicked sensation brought
Cathy closer to the brink of ecstasy. She continued thrusting her
pussy up at her energetic son with jerky, convulsive movements,
milking his hard, young cock for all she was worth.

Bobby was in seventh heaven, and the more his mother whimpered
and squirmed beneath him, the harder he began to hammer his cock into
her eager, responsive twat. He wondered vaguely how long he could keep
this up.

Her hot slit was sucking at his prick, massaging it in its
tight grip. His balls grew heavy as they smacked into the crook of
her thighs again and again. With every motion of the boy's hips, Cathy
could feel her son's blood-engorged stiffness driving into her cunt,
chafing lusciously against the engorged bud of her clit, pushing her
irrevocably towards the carnal fulfillment she so desperately craved.

"Ohhh, Bobby! Yes, baby! Fuck momma's cunt! Make me come! Oh,
God!... Jesus, I'm so damn close! Ungghhh, make me come you gorgeous
fuckin' prick!"

"Better make it fast, 'cause I'm gonna blow any second. Can I
come inside you, Mom?"

"Yes, yes!", gurgled Cathy. "Come in me, baby! Ohhhh, faster,
Bobby, faster! We can make it together!... Fuck!... Fuck! Ohhhh,
Fuuucckkk!"

Bobby's cock slammed into his mother's cunt with jackhammer
force, rocking her whole body with rapid, powerful thrusts. Her hot,
responsive cunt was tight and clinging, and the obscenities bubbling
from her beautiful mouth only served to excite him even further. Cathy
arched her back, raising her slender hips up to meet her son's every
blow. Each successive lunge seemed to penetrate her deeper, filling
her tortured cunt with a sensation too wonderful to believe.
Sensations that even her late husband had never been able to arouse in
her. She had her arms tightly around him, her crotch grinding
frantically up against his pounding cock, swallowing its entire length
with voracious delight.

"Ahhhhh, you lovely big stud! Jesus, you fuck better than your
father!"

Bobby smiled and pumped harder, proud that his king-sized
prick was giving his mother so much pleasure.

Cathy's cunt was on fire, rippling around her son's pounding
cock as he grunted and groaned above her. Suddenly, she felt a
familiar heat spread outward from her crotch, enveloping her tits and
ass in a white hot inferno of release. Her clit had expanded into a
very tight, very hard knot, and she was quickly approaching orgasm.

"UNNGGGHHHHHHH, I'M COMING, BOBBY!... CHRIST, BABY, I'M GONNA
COME!... OOOOOOOOH, FUCK IT TO ME, LOVER! AHHHHHHHHGGGHHH, I'M
CUMMMMMMMMMMING!"

As Cathy screamed, her whole body stiffened. She shuddered
wildly, her vagina quivering around her son's deeply imbedded cock in
wild, convulsive spasms. It was all Bobby needed to send him over the
edge too.

"MOM! OH, FUCK! I'M COMING TOO! ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH! JESUS!", he
yelled, lifted his head to the ceiling. Bobby's eyes squeezed shut and
his mouth fell open as his prick gushed hot sperm into his mother's
spasming cunt.

Mother and son went at each other like a pair of rutting
a****ls, their sweaty, naked bodies jerking in a wanton frenzy of
consummate fucklust. As Bobby's hot seed splattered against her womb,
Cathy lifted her ass high off the bed, and, with a cry of wanton
abandon, ground her cunt up against his cock, eager to receive her
son's thick, i****tuous load.

"COME IN ME HONEY!", she screamed. "UMMMMMMMMMM, COME IN
MOMMA'S CUNT!"

The hot jets of sperm made Cathy's orgasm intensify, and she
pulled him against her, wanting her son's cock as deep as possible
inside her while he came. Her cunt rippled in wet waves around his
spurting prick as she climaxed with him, her asshole puckering, her
clit throbbing.

"AHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHHH! UHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", yelled
Bobby, emptying his balls inside his mother's cunt. The walls of her
snatch seemed to be milking his cock, drawing the jizm out him with
rapid, squeezing contractions.

As the last of his cum shot into his mother's cunt, Bobby
collapsed on top of her, his cock still deeply imbedded in her
quivering mound. Cathy lay panting and shaking under him, her eyes
tightly closed as ecstatic thrills danced up and down her spine. After
a few minutes, Bobby rolled off and lay beside her, his cock pulling
free from her well-fucked pussy with a juicy, suctioning sound.

"How was that for a fuck, Mom?", he grinned.

Cathy just smiled and pressed her open lips against his,
slithering her tongue inside her son's mouth. She held the passionate
kiss for a few long seconds before answering his question.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Fantastic, baby!", Cathy replied, stroking his
cheek. "I never knew what a well-hung stud you were! Jesus, Bobby, we
should have done this a long time ago!"

"I wish we had," he sighed, caressing her tits. A sexy smile
crossed his face. "But since we have, Mom, why don't we make up for
lost time!"

"You mean you want to fuck me again?... So soon?", gasped
Cathy incredulously. Bobby only grinned at his mother and nodded. One
look at the the boy's cock told her that he was up to it too. His
energetic young prick had recovered quickly, and as Cathy's fingers
encircled it, the thick column of muscle throbbed powerfully in her
hand, a testimony to her son's youthful virility.

"Oooooooooh!", squealed Cathy, feeling Bobby's hard length
twitch under her fingers. "You really do want to fuck momma again,
don't you, darling?"

Bobby squeezed his mother's tits. They were round and firm,
large enough to fill his hands, the nipples very hard and puckered
with desire. The boy's eyes were on his mother's wetly gaping pussy,
and more than once, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

Cathy clutched Bobby's cock as he looked at her, feeling her
tits. Her breathing deepened with anticipation. After the
unbelievable sex they had just shared, Cathy was more than willing to
do anything her young son desired, no matter how wicked, how wild, how
unusual.

"Do things to me, darling," she whispered, her eyes glowing.
"Do dirty, delicious, depraved things to you mother, Bobby! I want you
to make me do everything, and I mean everything, lover. . . as nasty
as you can make it!"

She squeezed his balls, then closed her fist around the base
of his shaft, and rubbed hard. Bobby reached down between his mother's
thighs, enjoying the little whimper of pleasure that escaped her lips
as he deftly inserted two stiff fingers into her creamy cunt.

"Uhhhhhhhhh, baby, baby, baby!", she crooned, as Bobby began
to fuck his fingers in and out of her hot, slippery hole. Cathy stared
at his rockhard young prick, the swollen head sticking straight up,
his tiny pisshole glistening.

With a strangled cry, Cathy pushed her face down and began to
lick her half-dried juices off her son's sticky cock, making Bobby
gasp. He ran his hands through his mother's hair, his balls tightening
as her tongue licked around his distended pisshole. Gripping his cock
as hard as she could in her small fist, Cathy looked up at her son
with gleaming eyes, her face flushed.

"Make me, baby!", she breathed throatily. "Oh God, Bobby, make
me do crazy things with you! Wicked things! Nasty things!"

Bobby cupped his mother's face and kissed her tenderly.

"What kind of things, Mom?", he asked, jabbing his fingers
deeper into her wide-spread snatch. Cathy hunched her hips up against
his hand.

"Bobby, please!", she cried. "Fuck mother's cunt, fuck my ass!
Make mother suck your cock! Come in my mouth, sweetheart, and make
momma swallow your cum!"

Cathy was shaking with need now, holding onto Bobby's cock as
tightly as she could. "Ohhhhhhh, lick momma's cunt! I wanna come in
your mouth! Suck your mother's hairy snatch, Bobby, and let me come
all over your pretty face! Ummmmmmm! Oh, Jesus, honey! Make momma do
real nasty things with you!"

Cathy's cunt was fiery with wetness, her tits tight.

"Get on your back, Mom!" grunted Bobby. He pulled his fingers
from her cunt and rolled his mother over. "Lie on your back and spread
your legs!"

Cathy did as she was told, feeling the wanton lust mounting
once more inside her. She closed her eyes and opened her legs wide,
very wide, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed. She felt Bobby's
hands on her thighs as he caressed her creamy skin, fondling her,
making her flesh tingle with forbidden excitement.

Cathy's hips jerked involuntarily upwards when her son's
fingertips touched her tender pussy. She opened her eyes, and amid low
moans of pleasure, watched the boy stroke her swollen cuntlips. He
gently pulled them open, and began to rub very lightly along her wet,
pink slit, paying particular attention to her clit. Cathy groaned
softly when she felt Bobby push a finger into her cunt. And when he
wiggled it, she lifted her hips up against his hand.

"You're so wet and hot down there, Mom," Bobby gasped. He
began to fuck his finger in and out of her, watching the way his
mother's hairy cuntlips clung to it. "It's so soft and hot! Ohhhhh,
Mom, your cunt feels so good!"

Cathy arched her crotch, pushing it at him. He was making her
hot, but she wanted more... much more!

"Taste it, baby!", she ordered. "Get down and lick momma's
pussy!"

Bobby smiled, and dipped his head into his mother's
shamelessly spread crotch. For several tantalizing seconds he licked
and kissed the insides of her thighs, before finally placing his mouth
over her wet, gaping slit.

Cathy gasped aloud, her hips bucking in a wild frenzy as her
son's tongue slid into her cunt. She grabbed the back of his head,
holding his mouth steady as his wiggling lingual organ probed her
deepest recesses. Almost instantly, Cathy felt her cunt spasm,
releasing a steady flow of cuntjuice into her son's open mouth. Bobby
lapped it up with glee. He loved the taste of his mother's snatch, and
he was determined to suck her juicy, delicious cunt until it was
squeaky clean, no matter how long it took. When Bobby began fucking
his tongue it in and out, Cathy screamed, humping her groin up at his
face. She lifted her feet, dr****g her legs over his shoulders,
hugging him with her soft thighs as he licked at her burning cuntslit
and clit.

Bobby was licking his mother's cunt like it had never been
licked before.

He sucked on the lips, first one then the other, and when he
closed his mouth around her clit, Cathy began to thrust up and down,
mashing her cunt onto his face. Bobby sucked gently, his tongue
flicking the hard little bud with practiced ease.

"Ohhhhhhh, Baby! How do you do that?", squealed Cathy. "God!!!
Suck it out, lover! Suck, my cunt all fuckin' night!... Jesus!!!!!!"

She held him captive with her hot thighs, her hands on the
back of his head for added pressure, twisting her own head from side
to side in ecstasy as hot, i****tuous passion flared through her
tortured body. Cathy looked down at her son, immensely aroused by the
sight of his face buried in her twat, her soft cuntfur hiding his
nose. Bobby was staring up at her heaving tits as he lapped and
tongued his mother's seeping twat. His hands were under her ass,
cupping the firmly bunched cheeks as she writhed and bucked beneath
his vacuuming mouth.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh! Bobby! Ohhhhhh my God, baby!"

Bobby fucked his tongue deeply into his mother's cunt, and
Cathy strained onto it, her hands grabbing her tits, squeezing them,
her nipples bulging between her fingers. She let out a low shriek when
he began lapping the full length of her cuntslit, his tongue dragging
from her asshole to clit with long, satisfying swipes. His mouth
seemed to be all over her crotch, his tongue everywhere at once. Cathy
churned her ass, thrashing her hips in wanton ecstasy, ramming her
cunt into her son's mouth. She was soaring with rapture, her son's
mouth filling her cunt with sensations that burned her flesh in a way
she had never felt in her life.

Cathy's cunt stretched around Bobby's prick, and she began to
shiver as he slid it in deeper. She let out a soft cry of ecstasy when
she felt his balls brush against her clit. Her cunt twitched around
his cock and she gave her naked ass a wiggle.

"Oh, Jesus!", Bobby gasped, gripping her hips and lunging back
and forth, fucking his mother with long, swift strokes.

Cathy began to whimper and moan, clawing wildly at the sheets
as Bobby fucked her cunt from behind, the lewd slapping noises adding
to her pleasure as her ass rippled from the delicious pounding. She
looked up between her open thighs and watched her son's huge cock
slicing into her cunt. His hairless young balls slammed against her
clit with every thrust, causing Cathy to gyrate wantonly, twisting and
grinding her ass back at him as Bobby fucked her cunt with his hot,
hard prick.

Her tits swelled and her nipples hardened into erect pink
little buds, sending sharp thrills through her body as they rubbed
sensuously against the crisp sheets. Her flesh felt like it was on
fire.

"Ram it to me, Bobby, darling! Ram your fat cock up mother's
cunt hard!"

"Unnnnnggghhhh! Oh Jesus, Mom, yeah!... wiggle that ass for
me, baby!"

Cathy caught sight of her son in the large bedside mirror, he
was staring down at the junction of their sexual organs, watching his
cock plow into her suctioning cunt. His young eyes blazed with an
intensity that Cathy had never seen before. It was a look of pure
carnal desire, and Cathy suspected that right now, the same expression
of a****l lust was reflected on her own face. Bobby caught his
mother's gaze in the mirror and licked his lips, provocatively. Cathy
maintained the sensual eye contact with him, staring into her son's
lust clouded eyes as he fucked her deeply. The lewdness of it made
Cathy shiver and tremble, her excitement increasing by the second.

The pulsating ridges of Bobby's cock rubbed along the walls of
his mother's clinging sheath, his swollen cockhead sending rippling
waves of cuntflesh before it as he fucked her hard, driving very deep.

"I bet that feels good, don't it, Mom?", asked her son, giving
her cunt a couple of hard stabs in quick succession. "Tell me how much
you want it, bitch! Come on, tell me how much you like my big prick
shoved up your slimy, wet cunt, you horny fuckin' slut!"

"Ohhh, Bobby! I love it, baby! Jesus, I love every fuckin'
inch of it!"

"Ummmmmm, I bet you do, bitch!", panted Bobby. "And I bet if I
had another nine inches you'd take that too, and scream for more,
wouldn't you, cunt?"

"God! Bobby! Ohh, fuck yes! Ohh, baby!", Cathy squealed into
the mattress, becoming more and more aroused by Bobby's obscene
suggestions. It excited her immensely to let her son talk to her that
way, cursing her like a common backstreet whore. If it had been,
anyone else Cathy would have felt degraded, dirty, but she knew that
Bobby loved her dearly, and speaking to his own mother like that was
as big a thrill to him as it was to her.

"Squeeze my balls, bitch!", growled Bobby. "Reach under and
squeeze my fuckin' balls while I give your hot snatch the fucking it
deserves, baby!"

Cathy did as she was told, grabbing the boy's swollen
testicles with both hands. She squeezed gently at first, then harder
as she felt his strong, young cock slam faster into her flooded gash.
Bobby reached round between his mother's jerking thighs and fondled
her cunt, feeling his slippery, wet prick sliding between the swollen
lips of her pussy.

"Ohhhh, yeahhhh! Fuck, that's nice! Mmmmmmm, throw that cunt
at me, Mom!"

"Hold, my ass!", Cathy cried out. "Uhhhhhh, Bobby, hold
momma's ass and fuck as deep as you can, baby! Jerk my hot ass back!
Pull my cunt onto your cock, son!"

Bobby grabbed his mother's hips and pulled her roughly towards
him, yanking her backwards onto his glistening prick like he was
fucking a rag doll. Cathy screamed with pleasure, her asshole
puckering as wild, depraved sensations coursed through her body.

"Ahhhhhhggghhhhhh! Screw me, Bobby! Fuck your mother hard!
Uhhhhhhh, you gorgeous prick!"

"You're a fuckin' horny bitch, aren't you Mom?", panted Bobby,
feeling her hot juices cover his fingers. "Your cunt is so damn wet,
it's running down your legs! It's like a fuckin' swamp down there!"

Cathy sobbed and shook her uplifted ass, grinding onto his
prick as her son kept up the glorious fucking. His words increased her
hunger and she gyrated her ass frantically, her clit rubbing against
the shaft of his cock. Bobby watched his mother's exposed asshole, the
crinkled ring of her anus making sucking motions as he fucked her
cunt. He pressed a thumb into the tight, puckered opening, causing his
mother to cry out. Not with pain, but with intense pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yessss, baby! Touch momma's asshole! It's
okay, Bobby! Touch it... do anything you want with it!"

"You like that, don't you, Mom?", grunted Bobby, inserting his
middle finger into Cathy's hot, buttery asshole. "Mmmmmmmm! Christ,
it's tighter than your fuckin' cunt... and hotter too! Move your ass,
bitch! Twist onto my cock while I finger-fuck your horny ass!"

"Bobby, your tongue... your lips! Ohhhhhhh, baby, you're gonna
make me come! Ahhh, fuck it into me! Push your tongue real deep up
mother's cunt! Fuck me with your tongue, baby!"

Grabbing her grinding ass, Bobby plunged his tongue as far up
his mother's pussy as he could, his mouth spread wide over the hairy
opening.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Bobby! Oh my Goddddddddddd!"

Her ass lurched hard, her cunt grinding against his sucking
mouth. Cathy screamed again, coming in powerful waves of consuming
heat. The contractions increased and her pussy closed around his
stabbing tongue, grabbing at it tightly. Cathy came hard, holding her
son's head between her clamped thighs as tightly as she could. She
began whimpering as her orgasm kept rumbling through her. Arching her
back up off the bed, Cathy thrust her cunt against her son's face in
convulsive little movements, every muscle in her body becoming taut as
a bowstring.

Bobby sucked and licked at his mother's cunt ravenously,
slowing only when he felt her spasms subside. With a deep sigh,
Cathy's thighs fell from his shoulders, and she lay there limp and
drained, sprawling lewdly before her son's eyes. But Bobby wasn't
through yet. Sucking his mother off had excited the boy beyond belief,
and now his rock-hard cock, throbbed painfully between his legs,
aching for some sort of relief. He stood up.

"Turn over!", Bobby ordered, fisting his cock.

Cathy hardly heard him. She was still in a daze, too busy
staring at his oversized prick to understand what he was talking
about.

"Turn over, Mom!", he repeated. "Show me some ass!"

After staring at him blankly for a moment, Cathy rolled onto
her stomach.

Bobby looked down at her back, at the tightness of her naked
ass and thighs. His cock was straining with hardness. The swell of his
mother's smooth, creamy ass fascinated him.

"Open your legs, Mom," he said, his voice hoarse.

Cathy trembled, slowly parting her thighs, pressing her hot
cuntmound down against the cool sheets as she did so.

"Lift it!" he panted. "Lift your ass in the air!"

Cathy had been in this position before, and she felt a
delicious shiver of anticipation as she drew up her knees, arching her
shapely ass for him.

"Spread your knees!", he groaned.

Cathy pushed her knees outward, exposing her entire crotch to
the hungry, gleaming eyes of her son. She felt so excitingly
vulnerable, crouching like this with her knees apart, her naked ass
stuck up in the air like a bitch in heat. Cathy was hot alright, and
the cool air on her tightly-stretched asshole and cunt did little to
abate the heat. Bobby had excited her like no other lover, and
although the boy had already fucked and sucked her to two magnificent
orgasms, Cathy doubted that her son's talented cock would be enough to
quench the volcanic fires of lust raging within her tonight.

Behind her, Bobby gripped his cock and stared at her spread
crotch, fascinated at seeing everything his mother usually kept so
well-concealed in her panties, on full display. Her ass was tight and
satiny, the cheeks open, the little pink rosebud of her asshole
pouting, the slit of her cunt glistening wetly.

"Higher!", groaned Bobby, and his mother raised her ass,
bowing her back, her head and shoulders on the bed, her knees close to
the edge of the mattress. "Mmmmmmm, that's beautiful, Mom! You look so
fucking horny with your ass stuck up in the air like that. Boy, do you
ever look ready for a good fuck!"

Cathy turned her head and looked over her shoulder at her
son's long, thick cock, her eyes glazing with i****tuous desire.

"Fuck me then!", she gasped. "Fuck me from behind, baby! Just
ram your prick, up my cunt fast and fuck it!"

"I am gonna fuck you, Mom!", grunted Bobby. "I'm gonna fuck
you so hard you won't be able to sit crosslegged for a week. Hold
your ass up for me! Hold it in your hands. Show me how hot you are
for my cock, Mom! Yeah, that's it, pull your cunt open for my prick,
baby!"

Panting with lust, his mother shoved her hands up the backs of
her thighs.

She pulled the wet lips of her pussy wide apart for him, and
tried to lift her ass higher. Bobby licked his lips as he watched her,
his cock jerking madly up and down, his balls on fire. He stepped up
and, placing his hands on her asscheeks, fucked his cock into his
mother's hairy, wet snatch with slow pressure.

"Oh, Mom, I can see your cunt take my cock!"

"Uhhhhhhh, baby, yes! Watch mother's cunt swallow your hard
cock!"

"Ahhhhrrrrggggghhhhh!", screamed Cathy, feeling her son's
finger stab deeply into her rectum. "Jesus, that feels fantastic! Oh,
baby! Ram that finger up my ass and fuck me with it! Fuck momma in
both holes at once!"

There was some slight pain, but it was insignificant compared
with the combined pleasure of his plunging cock and finger. Cathy
shook her ass from side to side, panting hotly as Bobby fucked his
finger in and out of her hot asshole, his cock pounding into her cunt
with increased vigour.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Jesus! I wanna fuck your tight ass!", groaned
Bobby.

"You are, baby!", Cathy grunted. "Uhhhhh, God, are you ever!"

"Not with my finger, baby! With my fuckin' cock!". Bobby
growled.

Cathy gasped as she pictured her son's huge prick stuffed up
her narrow rear passage.

His finger in there felt big enough, but should Bobby manage
to get his prick inside her asshole, she was sure his o