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Chapter 1

Donna waggled her ass, moving her hands up and down her body.
Billy sat watching, his cock throbbing inside his pants, his
eyes big and round, glittering with excitement. The very long,
very slender legs of his mother moved snake-like as she turned and
danced slowly. Her ass bunched and relaxed.
Donna wasn't really a dancer, but she loved to dance this way
at home, privately, with only her son watching. She had a natural
sense of rhythm that was sensuous and arousing, her movements more
like fucking rather than dancing. The sway of her hips, the twist
of her shoulders, the way she thrust her firm, shapely tits,
invited the eye and, perhaps, a hand.
As she moved about the floor, she watched her son. Her eyes,
too, were glittering, hot with excitement. Her tits looked ready
to pop from her blouse, the creamy valley between showing. A
light shrug, and a nipple just might escape, which was what Billy
hoped for.
Donna's blouse was open almost to her waist, and it was
obvious she was naked under it. Her tits, though firm and tight-
looking, jiggled slightly in movement. Her hips, encased in a
pair of white, very tight shorts, writhed and made grinding
motions. The crotch was very tight, pulled into the slit of her
cunt, molding the pussy lips, bulging slightly. When she twirled
her ass in his direction, Billy watched those compact asscheeks,
seeing the lower half, the white flesh contrasting deliciously
with the tan of her thighs. Donna's ass was quite shapely, too,
with the asscheeks swelling in mouth-watering sweetness.
This wasn't the first time she had danced before her son with
such erotic, teasing movements. She had danced for him many, many
times. She loved watching his cock become hard inside his pants,
knowing he wanted to stick it to her, to fuck her. Turning her
young son on, knowing he was ready to shove his hard cock up her
cunt, excited Donna tremendously. She loved to turn people on
with her body, yet she was by no means a prick-teaser.
With eyes gazing steadily and significantly upon her son's
bulging cock, Donna faced Billy, her hips revolving slowly. She
licked at her full lips, running her hands up and down her hips.
Her nipples stood out with rubbery hardness, pointing against the
thin blouse. She curled her fingers around her tits for a moment.
A slight squeeze of her fingers made her nipples become more
pronounced. Billy gasped softly as he stared at them. He sat on
the couch making no effort to conceal his obvious hard-on. He was
slumped forward slightly, his knees open, hands resting on the
cushions at his hips.
Squeezing her tits was something else Donna had done before
with her son watching. What she did next, however, was different.
With her eyes glowing, lips parted as she panted softly, Donna for
the first time caressed her hands down along her lower stomach.
She slowly moved her fingers about the bulge of her cunt, her hips
revolving in slow motion. The gasp from her son encouraged Donna.
"You really love to watch me, don't you, honey?" she asked in
a low, whispery voice.
Billy nodded, swallowing as his eyes followed his mother's
hands.
Donna slowly slipped one hand between her thighs, then rubbed
along her cunt. Her hips moved as she rubbed at her cunt two or
three more times. She couldn't rub much more because she might
come. Dancing for her son this way not only made his young cock
stand up, but sent a fire through her cunt. Tracing a fingertip
along the outlined slit of her cunt, she stared hungrily at the
visible throb of her son's cock. Despite his pants, she could see
the roundness of the prickhead, the length of the cockshaft. The
wet heat of her cunt increased, and, when she moved a fingertip
along the edge of the tight crotch, she could feel wetness on her
thigh.
"Oh, God!" she purred, widening her stance and thrusting her
hips forward. "Oh, my God!"
Billy's eyes watched her finger move along the edge of her
crotch. This made Billy want to grab his mother, grab her by her
cunt. His right hand trembled as it slipped onto his lap and
started for his cock. Despite the many times his mother had
danced for him, she had never touched herself this way, not on her
pussy.
Donna gasped again, finding her cunt very, very sensitive.
The sensations rumbling through her slender body were greater than
ever before. She was sure she would come if she placed just a bit
of pressure upon her knotted clitoris. She watched her son's hand
come close to his bulging cock, then stop. She knew what he felt.
She knew because she felt the same thing--desire, desperate
desire, desire that was demanding satisfaction.
"Grab it, baby!" she hissed, the words coming out before she
could choke them back. "Grab it now!"
Billy wasn't sure what his mother wanted him to grab. She
was still running her fingertips along the edge of her crotch.
Her eyes were burning on the bulge of his cock. He licked his
lips hungrily, his hand shaking on his lap, the tips of his
fingers almost touching the shaft of his prick.
Donna swung her hips in a slow, tight circle, trying to work
a finger into the crotch of her shorts. Billy, seeing this,
slipped his hand over his throbbing cock.
"That's it, baby!" Donna moaned softly. "Grab it tight!"
His fingers pressed and squeezed.
Donna's body trembled, and, with a soft cry, she jerked her
hands from her crotch and to her tits. She cupped them both,
squeezing as her eyes smoldered, watching his hand pressing at his
cock. With a sudden motion, she yanked her blouse open, her tits
spilling out nakedly.
Billy grunted, making a choking sound.
Donna's tits were spaced wide, rounded and firm, with dark-
pink nipples straining out in teasing stiffness. The blouse hung
half off her shoulders, and Donna shrugged, setting up a delicious
motion in her tits.
Billy squeezed his cock hard.
"Oh, Billy, Billy!" Donna whimpered. She swayed close to
him, her knees touching his. She stared down at his hand holding
his cock. "Squeeze it, baby! Squeeze it!"
Donna leaned over, her hands braced on the back of the couch,
her head dipped to watch his hand. Then, deliberately, she shoved
her tits into her son's face.
"Ohhhh, baby!" she moaned.
Billy felt the heat of his mother's tits closing about his
face, felt the creamy texture of the flesh. His cock seemed to
swell more than ever before, the head of his prick ready to burst.
Donna shifted her shoulders and watched as one nipple brushed
across her son's chin. She held her breath as she pushed the
nipple to his lips.
"Suck it!" she hissed throatily.
Billy reacted immediately. He drew his mother's nipple
between his lips, and sucked wildly, eagerly, his tongue lapping
in wet swirls. "Ohhhh, God, baby!" Donna sobbed softly, her tit
swelling inside his mouth. "Suck it hard, Billy! Oooooh,, suck
it very hard!"
Billy pulled as much of his mother's tit into his mouth as he
could, hungry for it. The wet pull on her tit sent a wild ripple
of delight down her body, causing her cunt to suck inward tightly.
Billy squeezed his cock very hard, hoping he wouldn't shoot off
inside his pants, but unable to relax his grip.
Donna slipped her tit from his mouth, and rubbed both tits
back and forth in his face. Billy shoved his tongue out, tasting
first one nipple, then the other. Donna squealed in soft sounds,
her eyes smoldering and slightly unfocused with fiery passion.
She had not intended on doing this with her son, but
something had happened as she danced. Her hands had moved and
touched herself of their own accord, without directions from her.
Now, she had her tits in his face, and she didn't want to pull
away. The grunts of her son told her he was having problems, and
she didn't want him coming off in his pants, either. But neither
did she want him to run away and beat off, the way he usually did
after she danced for him. She knew Billy jerked off because she
had listened outside the door of the bathroom.
Fighting her feverish desire, Donna pulled her tits from him
and stood up, her knees against his. Billy looked at his mother
with longing, with stark, unabashed desire. He still held his
cock, but she could see the swollen prickhead outlined by his
pants.
"Oh, baby!" she hissed, dropping to her knees before him.
With her eyes staring at his bulging cock, she placed her palms on
his thighs, and slowly caressed upward. She gasped, held her
breath, then gasped again. "You're really hard this time, aren't
you?"
Billy could only grunt a reply. They had never made a
comment about his hard-on before. But Donna couldn't resist now,
couldn't control the gnawing greed between her long legs.
Panting hotly, Donna shoved her son's hand off his cock. For
a long moment she stared at the way his prick bulged up. Then,
with a soft cry, she began fumbling at his pants, her fingers
feverish and shaking. Billy shivered as he saw what his mother
was doing, but there was no way he could pull back, try to stop
her. Like her, he was frozen with desire.
Opening his pants, Donna pulled the fly as wide as she could.
With her finger hooking into his jockey shorts, she yanked them to
one side, and Billy's cock burst of out his pants.
"Ohhhhh, Billy!" she gurgled softly.
His cock stood up six inches, hard as possible, the prickhead
smoothly swollen. His small piss hole was wet with fuck juices,
gleaming invitingly.
Donna closed her fist about her son's cock, testing the
hardness by squeezing. The prickhead seemed to bulge more, and a
clear bead of liquid bubbled from his piss hole. With her fist
tight around his cock, she pressed down hard, bringing a groan of
rapture from her son.
"My God, it's hard!" she gasped.
Billy shoved his ass toward the edge of the couch, spreading
his knees wide. Donna leaned between his knees, her tits exposed.
She pulled up on her son's cock, watching him drip. She made the
cockhead bulge huge, her tongue flicking at her hot lips. Her
eyes were glazed with erotic hunger, staring at his cock, perhaps
seven or eight inches in front of her face.
"Oh, Billy, it's so very hard!" she whimpered. "So hard!"
Her fist moved, pumping up and down, but slowly.
"Mother, I don't think ... please, Mother, be careful!" Billy
gasped.
"Why be careful?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
"I don't wanna--please, Mother!"
Donna shoved her fist down hard at the base of his cock, her
fingers very tight. Again she pulled up, watching the fuck juices
bubble from the small slit of his piss hole. Then, with her fist
still very tight, she pushed down once more.
"Mother!" Billy grunted.
Hot, thick come juice spewed from his cock.
"Ohhhhh!" Donna gasped, the first spurt splashing on her
chin.
She began jacking her son's cock swiftly then. She raced her
fist up and down, making him come. The squirts of hot come juice
spattered against her cheek, her nose, even on her forehead. She
made soft cries of pleasure as she jerked her son off, watching
the white creamy juice gush from him, feeling the throbbing
pulsations of his cock in her tight fist. Come juice splashed
onto her tits, burning her flesh. Spunk dripped over her hand,
drenching her face with the creamy wetness, then her tits.
Donna's eyes misted over dreamily, her cunt swelling as if trying
to burst from the tight confines of her shorts.

"Oh, my God! Me, too!" she cried.
Her cunt contracted with tight heat, the pussy lips sucking
and squeezing as an orgasm rumbled through her crotch like liquid
fire. She was still coming when Billy finished. She clung to his
cock tightly, delighted that he was still hard. Her hand was
smeared with come juice, and spunk dripped about her face and
tits. She wanted to kiss the head of his cock, but restrained
herself. She licked at the corner of her lips, but tasted
nothing.
"You came so much, Billy!" she said, surprised at how much
come juice had come out of his young balls.
Billy, now that it was over, was unsure what more his mother
wanted of him. He was embarrassed because he had come off in her
face and on her tits, but his mother didn't seem to mind.
Donna understood what her son thought. She relaxed her grip
on his cock. She stood up, swaying her hips, still staring at his
cock. "You still have it hard, baby," she whispered in a thick
sound.
She moved her hands to the back of her shorts. She hesitated
a moment as she caught the tab of the zipper. She drew in a deep
breath, her come juice coated tits arching up. The zipper went
down, and Donna peeled her tight shorts from her hips.
Billy caught a peek at the hair of his mother's cunt, and his
cock seemed ready to go off again.
Dropping her shorts, Donna slipped her legs around his,
drawing her knees onto the couch, straddling her son's cock.
Without touching his prick, she shifted her hips, and brushed the
wet heat of his cock across her boiling cunt. The contact sent a
tremor through her creamy flesh. Billy's prick stood up so hard
and tight.
"What are you gonna do, Mother?" Billy choked, staring
between her thighs.
"Hush!" she said, and when she felt the head of his cock at
the slit of her cunt, she pushed downward. Slowly.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she moaned as she felt the pressure against her
cunt, then the parting of her pussy lips. She lowered her crotch
a little more, and the head of her son's cock penetrated her wet
pussy. "Ohhhh, my God, Billy!"
Donna held herself with the head of her son's cock inside her
cunt. The sensations were wild and sweet. Billy wondered if she
was going to take all his prick inside her pussy, afraid to lift
upward. The wet heat of her cunt on the head of his cock made him
want to come again, made him want to shove, to fuck his cock as
deep as he could into her cunt.
Donna twisted her ass, making a screwing motion. She
whimpered softly and slipped down a bit more. The feel of her
son's cock throbbing inside her sensitive cunt made her tingle
from head to toe. Billy, although not sure what he was to do,
couldn't stop himself from moving his hands to her thighs. He
felt his mother's thighs for the first time, and moved his palms
slowly along her smooth flesh. When his mother didn't say
anything, he caressed her hips, back down her thighs again, then
back to her hips.
But Donna, feeling her son's hands on her naked skin, almost
half his cock stuffed into her bubbling cunt, whispered hotly to
him. "Feel me, Billy! Feel my legs, feel my hips!"
Billy's hands became feverish now, running from his mother's
knees to her hips, back and forth, time and again.
"Billy, it feels so good in me!" she hissed, and lowered
herself down until every hard inch of her son's cock was inside
her cunt. His prick felt deep in her, and the sensitive pussy
lips seemed stretched deliciously. Her clitoris throbbed at the
base of his cock, and she sat there, shivering with pleasure while
he ran his hands from her knees to her hips.
With a shiver, Donna began to grind her crotch, smashing the
lips of her cunt hard at the base of his cock. She purred softly,
then began to lift and lower her cunt, fucking him slowly.
Pulling her hands from the back of the couch, Donna gripped her
son's shoulders, using the muscles of her thighs to fuck up and
down his cock. She lifted her head, face toward the ceiling, eyes
closed. Billy looked down at the way she was fucking him, but he
couldn't see much, only the upper curls of her cunt hair. But he
was feeling ... he was feeling something so good he wondered if he
would come again. His balls felt hard, with a slight aching in
them.
"Ohhhh, so good!" Donna whispered throatily. "So good,
Billy! Ahhhhh, you're so hard in me!"
Billy groaned, squeezing his mother's hips.
"Hold my ass, baby!" Donna gasped. "You can hold mother's
ass!"
Billy's hands moved immediately past her hips. He cupped the
cheeks of his mother's smooth ass, feeling the heat of them.
Donna lifted and lowered her crotch on his cock, fucking him
slowly, but with increasing force. She wailed and hissed, mewled
and moaned.
"Oh, Billy, hold my ass!" she yelped.
Billy's hands grasped the cheeks of his mother's ass, and
Donna began to churn around, lifting and plunging her cunt down
faster and harder onto his cock. She made soft, wet slapping
sounds as she rammed down onto his prick. Her clitoris was
scr****g along the very hard shaft of his cock.
"Squeeze me, Billy!" she sobbed. "Squeeze mother's ass
tight! Ohhh, hold my ass! God, it's so good! This is wonderful,
baby! Ohhhh, hold mother's ass tight! Squeeze mother's ass!
Ahhhh, yes, darling!"
Billy's grip on the cheeks of her ass enhanced the boiling
sensations she felt in her cunt. With wild, wicked cries of
ecstasy, Donna tossed her hips about, thrashing up and down on his
cock. She listened to the wet sounds her cunt made, her eyes
still closed as she savored the rapture. Her pussy was gripping
her son's cock with flexing waves of wet heat, as if sucking. It
seemed that each time she rammed her cunt down, her pussy expanded
around his cock, only to grab tightly as she lifted. Pulling up
until the hot lips of her cunt held the swollen head of his prick,
Donna made lewd circles with her ass, then banged down with a cry
of ecstasy.
"Ohhhh, God! Ohhh, my God!" she cried out. "Fuck me, Billy!
Fuck mother! Give me that hard cock, baby! Ohhhh, yes, honey!
Fuck me ... I need your cock so badly!"
Donna was pounding frantically now, grinding and fucking with
maddening churns of her naked ass. Billy clutched his mother's
ass desperately, feeling his balls swollen, his cock throbbing.
He knew he was going to come again, but couldn't tell his mother.
His throat was constricted, and the only sounds that came from him
were grunts and moans.
Donna thrashed with increasing wildness, riding his cock with
her cunt swiftly. She was gritting her teeth as the swelling
sweetness of an orgasm expanded in ha pussy. Her clitoris pounded
with a threatening explosion. She smacked her cunt up and down
faster and faster, ramming her son's cock into her cunt with
almost blinding speed.
"Fuck me!" Donna screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me! Ohhh, Billy,
fuck mother! My pussy is on fire, Billy! Mother's pussy is
burning up! Oooohhh, God, fuck it ... fuck it! I'm going to
come, Billy! Oooooh, make me come! Make mother's cunt come!"
Billy heard his mother's words, and all he could do was make
strangling sounds. He clutched her flying ass with tight fingers,
lifting his hips up to meet the thrust of her cunt.
With a cry, Donna stabbed herself in the pussy with her son's
cock, smashing the puffy, hairy lips hard at the base. She began
to grind wildly, gasping hotly.
"Now! Ohhhh, my God--now!" she screamed.
Billy felt his mother's cunt grow tight around his cock, then
he felt the strangest sensation ever. Donna's cunt closed tightly
about the base of her son's cock, a rippling action sucking at
his prick. The spasms of her orgasm exploded through her with
power, making her scream time and again.
Billy couldn't stop.
His cock lurched deep inside his mother's cunt, and then he
sprayed thick, boiling come juice along the thirsty walls of her
pussy. The deep pulsations of his squirting cock sent Donna into
a second orgasm, or else drew her first out; she didn't know
which. She didn't care which. The ultimate ecstasy was all that
mattered to her. She felt her son's cock gushing into her cunt,
and her pussy squeezed and sucked by its own volition. She was no
longer screaming, but sobbing with rapture, tears running from her
eyes and down her juice-smeared cheeks.
Slowly her body became still. She sat astride her son, her
cunt clamped about his cock, shuddering gently.
She leaned forward, resting her head on top of his, gasping
and sucking in air. She felt her son's hands still holding her
naked ass, but he wasn't squeezing now. He was gasping as loudly
as she, his body relaxed beneath her.
After a while, Donna slipped her cunt from his cock and stood
up. She cupped a hand between her thighs, feeling his come juice
drip into her palm. She saw his cock, limp and exhausted now.
"That was lovely, Billy," she whispered, leaning over to pick
up her shorts. "Please, honey, don't be ashamed."



Chapter 2

Donna didn't think her son was ashamed of being fucked by
her, but she had had to let him know she wasn't.
As she bathed, she smiled to herself. She had been dancing
suggestively in front of him for some months now, not really
knowing what would eventually happen. She had known it excited
him, and dancing always made her feel passionate.
When she had lifted her cunt off him, she had seen the
wetness on his fly and jockey shorts. There was no doubt in her
mind that Billy had never been fucked before. She was, though,
surprised that his cock had remained so hard after coming so much.
Donna had fucked a few men, but no one had ever kept a hard-on
after coming off the way her son had. And he came so much, really
squirted it out. She had read or heard someplace that a man came
only enough to fill a tablespoon. Whether that was true or not,
it wasn't the case with her son. She was sure he could have
filled three or four tablespoons, and it was thick and hot. Even
her ex-husband, Billy's father, had not come that much, nor had he
kept a hard-on.
Donna prided herself on having a hot cunt, a cunt that could
drain a man's balls quickly and made his cock droop. But that
wasn't the case with her son, obviously.
Donna was an erotic woman, with delicious fantasies she had
never been able to realize. She had exposed her inner self only
twice before, once to her boyfriend in high school, and then to
her husband. She had hoped they would indulge her fantasies, but
what happened was they called her weird and strange and filthy.
She didn't think she was strange or weird. She had read a great
deal. She felt frustrated most of the time. She dreamed of
finding herself a partner with the same hungers she suffered with,
and thought that if she would make herself available at singles
bars and so on, she might find a man. But that was only a might,
a very big might. Donna didn't want to take such a chance on
developing a relationship with another man, only to be kicked on
her ass when she revealed her desires.
She was tired of the macho bullshit, tired of having to wait
like a good little girl for some man to say what he wanted, then
to be used by him. There was something wrong, she felt, when a
man could have such desires, demand the woman perform them, and
then call her a filthy slut and bitch if she demanded to be
satisfied by a man.
If her cunt was hot and wet, she was a hotass. If she sucked
a cock off, she was dirty cocksucker. If she grabbed a man by his
cock, she was too aggressive.
Donna was tired of the whole bundle of shit.
She wanted to be herself, wanted to be Donna. She wanted to
let her hungers and desires be known, accepted, and enjoyed. She
knew she had a lot to offer a man who was comfortable with his own
wild desires, because Donna would not hesitate to feed them,
provided her desires were fed, too. Stroke for stroke, Donna
would give as much as she received.
Getting out of the tub, she toweled her slender body. Tossing
the towel into the hamper, she padded naked into her bedroom. She
stood and looked at herself in the huge mirror on the wall. She
had installed the mirror long after her husband had gone. She
loved to look at herself naked. She loved to see her saucy tits,
her hairy cunt and curvy ass. The body was beautiful to her,
something to enjoy.
Donna was about five-feet-eight. She had a rich auburn color
to her hair, with coppery highlights that caught the sun. Her
eyes were slightly almond-shaped, green with flecks of gold. Her
nose was small and perfect for her oval-shaped face. Her lips
were full and moist. She had a slender neck, and her tits had not
changed in any way since high school. They still stood up in
perky sweetness, firm, with lovely nipples half an inch long. Her
nipples were a light-brown color, with a big circle of pebbled
flesh surrounding them. She had a small waist and a flat stomach,
with a becoming dimple of a belly button.
Her hips were round and shapely, and her legs, as men had
said, went on forever. They were slim and shapely, and she loved
to feel them wrapped about a man's hips. The hair of her cunt was
shaped like a fan, thick in the middle, thinning out toward her
hip bones. Her cunt was sculptured, the lips puffy but not large.
The tip of her clitoris protruded slightly from the folds of her
pussy, just enough to touch her panties and remind her it was
there.
She ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt, smiling
at her reflection. Billy had certainly enjoyed her cunt, she
thought. It was a shame she didn't have a man to enjoy her pussy
as well, a man who would accept her as she was without thinking
she was strange.
Parting her thighs, she pulled at the lips of her pussy,
enjoying the stretching feeling. Her clitoris bulged outward, and
she smiled down at it. Brushing a fingertip over her clitoris,
she felt an immediate response, and a shiver moved up and down her
spine. She placed two fingers along her clitoris, and smashed it.
A sigh of pleasure came from her. It had only been perhaps an
hour since she had fucked her son, and already she wanted more
cock. But that was no surprise to Donna; she thrived on hard
cock, wanted prick all the time, inside her, outside her, and
doing those wild things men had called her weird for.
Pulling on a fresh pair of shorts, white like the others, she
wondered if her son was still in the living room. She squeezed
herself into the tight shorts, adjusting them. Now that she had
fucked him, she deliberately made certain her pussy slit was
outlined, and even caused a few dark cunt hairs to swirl from the
crotch. The white shorts were thin, and the darker shadow of her
cunt hair could be seen through them.
She considered a blouse or sweater, and grinning impishly at
herself, realized it no longer mattered.
Moving from her room, feeling delicious to have her tits
free, she peeked into her son's room, and it was empty. She
peeked into the hall bath, and it, too, was empty.
Billy was still sitting on the couch in the living room. He
had stuffed his cock back into his pants, and he sat there
slumped, legs stretched, looking half asleep. He looked up at his
mother as she entered, and Donna paused near the door. He gazed
at his mother's naked tits, then looked into her eyes.
"Well, baby, are you ashamed?" she asked.
Billy shook his head, then a grin spread over his young face,
his eyes lighting up.
Donna leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing
her hand on her hip. "I guess I said some pretty wild things,
didn't I?" Donna asked. "I couldn't help it, Billy. Sometimes it
gets that way."
"It's okay, Mother," he replied, and she detected a quiver in
his voice.
"What I said ... those words," she asked in a soft voice,
"did they ... excite you?"
"Yeah, Mother!" he said, enthusiastic, his eyes burning on
her beautiful tits.
She lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, seeing they
were still wet from her cunt. The bulging of his cock and balls
made her tremble with hunger again. She ran her tongue over her
lips, and started toward him. Billy caught sight of her crotch,
and she heard him suck in a sharp hiss of air.
Standing near him, Donna leaned down slightly, and cupped her
son's crotch, squeezing his cock and balls gently. "Mmmmm, nice,
honey," she whispered softly. "Very, very nice."
Billy parted his legs, arching his hips up.
"Ahhhh, you like this, huh?" She grinned at him, squeezing
his cock and balls again.
Billy started to lift his hand to her tits, and stopped.
"Touch them if you want, baby," she urged throatily. To show
her son she meant it, she rubbed up and down the crotch of his
pants, feeling his cock starting to swell "You can play with
mother's titties, Billy. You can play with them, feel them, pull
them, squeeze them, suck them!"
Billy closed his hands about his mother's tits, feeling the
firmness. He teased her nipples, stroking them almost as if they
were fragile.
"Twist my nipples," Donna hissed. "Twist them and pull them.
You won't hurt them, baby."
As he twisted and pulled at her nipples, Donna mewled softly,
pressing down on his cock. When his prick was up and hard, she
rubbed her palm along his cock.
"Let's take it out again, okay, darling?"
"Oh, yes, Mother!" he replied, cupping her tits tightly.
For the second time Donna opened her son's pants, and fished
his cock out of his shorts. She lifted his prick free, and
swallowed with delight to see the swollen cockhead again.
"Want me to talk dirty to you again?" she asked. She was
almost afraid to ask her son, afraid he would be like all those
others. But she had to ask.
"Yeah, Mother!" he said with enthusiasm.
Donna closed her fist about his cock, sitting down beside
him. Billy turned on the couch, bringing his knees up and facing
his mother. Donna held his cock, stroking and cooing softly while
he toyed with her tits.
"You have a beautiful cock, Billy," she said, slightly
nervous. "It's so hard and long and ... oh, that sweet head! Did
you enjoy feeling your cock inside my cunt? Was it good to feel
mother's hot, wet pussy holding your lovely prick so deep?"
"Yeah!"
"Tell me about it," she urged, pumping at his prick.
"It felt good, Mother."
"Use the words, Billy," she said thickly. "I want to hear
you say those words."
"I liked my cock in your cunt, Mother," he said without
hesitation.
"Would you like to fuck me again? Would you love to stick
this beautiful hard cock in mother's hot cunt and fuck it again?"
"I sure would, Mother!"
"Oooh, so would I!"
She squeezed his cock hard, bringing a moan from her son.
Holding his cock, she looked into his excited face. "Would you
like to put your cock between mother's tits?"
"Could I, Mother?"
"I'd love for you to do it," she said, sliding from the couch
and standing on her knees. "Stand up in front of me."
Billy stood, his cock waving from his pants.
"It would feel better if we took your pants down, honey," she
said softly.
She opened his belt. She pulled his pants down to his knees,
and started to pull at his shorts, then stopped.
"We'll leave these on for a while," she whispered, pulling
his cock to her tits.
She dipped her chin and watched as she rubbed the slit of his
piss hole about her nipples, going from one to the other. She
smeared her nipples with the juices seeping from his cock. She
pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side, exposing his balls.
They were young balls, hairless, but full and lovely. She saw a
bit of wiry hair at the base of his cock, and felt excited by his
youth.
"Now, let's take your shorts down," she said softly, pulling
them to his knees.
Billy shoved his hips forward and pressed his balls upon her
tits. His cock throbbed near her throat. With a mewl, Donna ran
her hands past her son's hips, closing her fingers about the
youthful cheeks of his ass, pulling him tight. She looked up at
his hot face, her eyes glowing.
"Oh, it feels wonderful, Billy. Your balls feel so good on
my tits."
By his own accord, Billy twisted his hips, rubbing his balls
on her titties, his cock pressing at her neck, dripping.
"Put your cock between mother's titties," she said.
Billy placed his cock between them, and Donna pressed her
tits around it. "Ooooh, I can feel your cock throbbing, honey!"
she purred hotly. "You feel so good between my tits."
She lowered her chin, and felt the head of his cock brush
that hot wetness on it. Tucking her chin lower, she kissed the
head of her son's cock, holding her tits tightly.
"Would you like to come off in my face again, Billy?"
"I thought that made you mad, Mother," he said. "I couldn't
help it."
"I didn't mind." She grinned at him, rubbing her tits up and
down his cock. "I wanted it to happen, honey. I wanted you to
come off ... in my face."
She closed her tits tightly about her son's cock, kissing the
head again.
Then, looking back up at his excited face, she said: "Fuck my
tits. I've wanted to feel a hard cock fucking my tits for a long
time, baby."
"Okay, Mother," he agreed, grinning down at her.
Donna let her breath out. "Would you fuck my titties and
come in my face again?"
"If you want me to, Mother."
"Ohhhh, honey!" she sobbed, throwing her arms about his hips
and clasping his naked ass, hugging him tightly. "Please! Please
fuck mother's titties and squirt right in my face!"
Billy began fucking up and down.
Donna squeezed her titties about his cock, feeling it sliding
in the valley. Her nipples almost touched. She purred hotly as
she watched the swollen head slide upward from her nipples, poking
at her chin. She pursed her lips and began kissing the head of
his cock as he fucked up and down. When she darted her tongue
out, flicking over his dripping piss hole, Billy groaned.
"You like that?" she asked softly, heat in her voice.
"Yes, Mother!"
She flicked her tongue across his cock again, and Billy
strained upward.
"Mmmm, you taste very good, honey," she whispered, swirling
her tongue round and round the smooth head of his cock. "Fuck my
titties, baby! Fuck my titties fast and come in my face! Ohhhh,
baby, I love to feel you come off in my face!"
Billy began fucking swiftly, shoving his throbbing cock up
and down. Donna squeezed her tits as tight as she could about his
cock, purring softly, and she kissed the head of his prick each
time it brushed her lips.
"So hard and hot, Billy! Your cock is so very hard and hot
between mother's titties! Ooooh, rub your balls on me! I love to
feel balls rubbing against my skin! Your balls feel very hot and
full again, baby! Are you going to come a lot, the way you did
before?"
"I dunno, Mother," Billy gasped.
"Do you like to feel mother's titties holding your cock? Do
you like to fuck mother between these nice tits?"
"Yes! Oh, yes, Mother!"
"Come in my face!" she hissed, licking her tongue about the
head of his cock. "Come in mother's face, baby! Ooohhh, Billy,
squirt that thick come juice in mother's fucking face!"
"In my fucking face!" she insisted.
"Yes, Mother! I'll come in your fucking face!"
"Ohhhh, now!"
Billy fucked faster while his mother held her tits as tight
as she could about his throbbing hard-on. She kissed and licked
at the swollen prickhead every time his cock came up. She felt
his prick growing larger, becoming harder and longer.
Just as he was ready to squirt, Donna pulled away, setting
her ass on her heels. She grabbed his tight young ass with both
hands, turning her head upward.
"Jack off!" she squealed. "Jack your cock off into my
fucking face! Hurry, Billy! Ohhhh, hurry! Come in mother's
fucking face!"
Already overcome with passion, Billy gripped his cock and
pounded frantically. Donna gazed at his piss hole with slitted
eyes, and saw the bubbling come juice spurt. As spunk splashed
into her face for the second time, she moaned. Her cunt exploded
inside her tight shorts, contracting with a powerful orgasm. She
sobbed with pleasure as her son came into her face time and again.
Her forehead, her nose, her cheeks were drenched in his come
juice, and then she closed her eyes because his jizz spattered
them. She parted her lips and was just moving her tongue forward
when her son sent a scalding spurt onto her bottom lip. With a
wail, Donna began licking, tasting the sweet hot come juice of her
son's young balls. Her orgasm increased with power as she tasted
his come juice, and her tongue flicked across the head of his piss
slit quickly, but Billy was finished. She swirled her tongue
about the head of his cock, tasting, her face thoroughly coated
with the thick juices.
"Was that okay, Mother?" Billy asked, turning loose of his
cock.
"That was perfect, baby," she purred. She slitted her eyes
and saw his prick starting to droop. "Oooooh, it's sweet!"
Billy gasped when he saw his mother open her lips and dart
her face forward. He gasped again when he felt her wet, hot mouth
close around the head of his cock.
"Mother!" Billy gasped. "That's cocksucking!"
Donna swallowed his cock, tasting with her tongue, sucking
for a moment, her lips being tickled by the scant amount of wiry
hair at the base.
Then she slipped her mouth off his cock.
"I know it's cocksucking." She grinned at him. "I love to
suck cock. Among other things. Do you mind if I suck on your
cock, baby?"
"I love it, Mother!"



Chapter 3

Donna hugged her son about his hips tightly, her palms
clutching at his naked ass. The feel of his cock and balls
pressing against her was delicious. With his pants and shorts at
his knees, still wearing his T-shirt, Billy looked more desirable
than if he had been totally naked.
"Say something dirty to me," Donna whispered, looking up at
him. "I love it when someone talks dirty to me, baby."
"How dirty, Mother?" Billy asked, grinning wickedly.
"As dirty as you want," she replied, hugging him tighter.
"Say all kinds of things to me, like fuck and cock and cunt and
ass and ... oh, everything!"
Billy squirmed as she held his lower body against her cheek.
He ran his fingers through her soft hair, then pressed her face
hard at his cock and balls. Donna loved the heat of his cock
along her cheek, his balls on her shoulder and neck. She ran her
hands up and down the cheeks of his ass, waiting for her son to
talk dirty to her.
Billy started off shy, nervous to speak that way in front of
his mother. "Do you like cock, Mother?" he asked softly. "Do you
love a hard cock?"
"Oh, yes!" she purred.
"Do you love to feel a hard cock inside your cunt?"
"Yes, yes!"
Billy was encouraged now, and his voice became stronger.
"Does my cock fuck way up in your pussy, Mother? Does my hard
cock make your wet cunt feel good?"
"More, baby! Please, talk to me!"
"I sure like to put my cock in your hot cunt, Mother. I like
to stick my hard prick up your pussy and fuck it. I love to suck
on your titties and feel your ass. I like to have my cock in your
mouth and feel you sucking on it."
"Ohhhh, Billy!" Donna mewled, stroking the cheeks of his ass,
trailing her fingers up and down the crack.
Billy was warmed up, and the words tumbled from his mouth.
"I wanna put my cock in your hot cunt and fuck you and stick it
between your titties so you can kiss the end! I wanna feel your
ass and play with your wet cunt and touch your asshole, Mother. I
wanna stick my fingers in your cunt and up your ass! I'd love to
fuck your ass and then watch you lick the shit off my cock. I'd
love to watch you take my cock in your mouth and suck it, Mother!
I'd love to see your tongue licking my balls and my legs and my
cock!"
Donna looked upward with glassy eyes. "You want to watch
me?" she asked in a small voice.
Billy nodded.
"Oh, shit, baby!" Donna murmured. "That's wonderful! I have
a mirror in my bedroom. I want you to watch me suck your cock and
lick your balls and kiss your ass! I want to feel lewd and dirty
and delicious!" She dragged a fingertip along the crack of his
ass. "You have a hot little ass, you know that, baby? Your ass
feels hot."
She wormed her finger into the crack of her son's ass. Billy
moaned with unexpected pleasure. Donna's eyes sparkled hotly up
at him as she rubbed about his puckered asshole, feeling his cock
growing along her cheek. Dipping her fingers between his thighs
from behind, she tickled his precious balls for a moment, then
drew her finger back to his asshole. She rubbed, pressuring
slightly, watching his face for reaction. What she saw was a
young face screwing up with pleasure.
"Do you like it when I touch your asshole?" she whispered,
rubbing at the ass ring.
"It feels strange, Mother, but ... yes, I like it!"
His cock was growing against her cheek, and while she probed
at his tight asshole with her finger, she twisted her head,
sliding her parted lips along the shaft of her son's cock. Billy
stared down at her, his eyes glazed. Donna felt the searing heat
of his cock along her lips, and she pushed the tip of her tongue
forward, licking.
"Billy, tell me to suck your cock," she purred softly. "Tell
mother to suck you!"
"Suck me, Mother!" he responded immediately. "Suck my cock!
Take my cock in your mouth and suck it!"
"Mmmmm, you want a nice, hot, wet blow job, baby?"
"Yes, Mother! Give me a blow job!"
"I thought you wanted to watch me suck your cock?" she
teased.
"I can watch right here, Mother," he said urgently. "I can
see your face right here."
But Donna drew back, sliding her tongue up his cock and
flicking about his piss hole for a quick instant. Standing up,
she smashed her tits together between her arms, both her hands at
the crotch of her tight shorts. Billy gazed at his mother,
looking deliciously sweet with his pants at his knees. His cock
was standing out, stiff and throbbing.
"You want to fuck my face, do you?" she whispered softly.
"Yes, Mother!" Billy groaned, grabbing his throbbing cock
with a tight fist. "I wanna fuck your face! I wanna fuck your
mouth!"
"But, Billy, I have a nice hot cunt," she teased. "Why don't
you want to fuck mother's cunt?"
"I already have fucked your cunt, Mother!" he choked. "I
wanna fuck your mouth now!"
"You want to do everything to me, don't you?" Donna asked.
"You want to fuck my mouth and my cunt. I bet you'd want to fuck
me in the ass, too, right?"
Billy nodded his head, his cock so swollen he would fuck
anything at that moment. "I said I would, Mother."
Donna twisted her hips suggestively, rubbing her fingers at
the tight crotch of her shorts, her tits arching out with rigid
nipples. She felt slight wetness seeping through her shorts.
"Baby, put your face close to mother's cunt," she whispered.
Eagerly, Billy went to his knees. Sliding his hands to his
mother's smooth thighs, he pushed his faced close to her crotch.
"Can you feel how hot mother's cunt is?" she asked hoarsely.
"Can you feel the heat coming from mother's cunt, Billy?"
He nodded his head, his face a few inches from her crotch.
Donna parted her legs and shoved her crotch toward him. Billy
didn't draw away, and when his mother shoved her shorts into his
face, he moaned softly and grasped the cheeks of her tightly clad
ass.
"Can you feel the heat better now?" she mewled. "Can you
feel me getting wet in my cunt?"
Bobby moaned with his mouth pressing at his mother's tight
shorts, his hands gripping the cheeks of her ass. He could feel
the heat, feel the wetness seeping through the cloth. He could
feel the insides of his mother's exciting thighs against his face,
and his cock jerked up powerfully, almost slapping against his
stomach.
"Kiss my cunt!" Donna cried softly. "Kiss mother's cunt
right through those fucking shorts!"
Billy opened his mouth and tried to suck his mother's shorts
in, but they were too tight. He sucked, running his tongue along
the seam. The taste he got wasn't much, but was enough to excite
him. He squeezed at his mother's ass, pulling her cunt tightly
into his face. Donna held the back of her son's head, gazing down
with glazed eyes, hissing softly as she rubbed her inner thighs
about his face. Billy's cheeks were smooth, not rough and
scratchy like a man's face. A man's face, even if most had just
shaved, scratched her thighs terribly sometimes. Billy's smooth
face was almost like a girl's, and felt so much better.
"You can't get a good taste of mother's cunt, can you?" she
whispered. "Would you like for me to take my shorts off? If I
took my shorts off, let you see my cunt, would you lick it, baby?"
Billy, his head turned upward, his open mouth pressing at the
seam of her shorts, looked with sparkling eyes into his mother's
face, nodding his head and moaning. Donna purred softly and
pulled his face as tightly as she could into her crotch.
"Ohhhh, you really will lick mother's cunt, darling?" she
gurgled. "I just love to have my cunt licked! I love to feel a
tongue licking at my wet pussy, stabbing into it, sucking at my
clitoris! Would you be mother's sweet, darling cunt-sucker,
baby?"
Billy's eyes fogged over as he nodded his head, his hands
clinging to his mother's bunching ass tightly.
"Ooooh, baby!" she cried with excitement. "You be mother's
cunt-sucker and I'll be your cocksucker, okay?"
Bobby groaned and Donna pulled her crotch from his face.
Billy sat on his heels, gazing between her thighs. He saw dark
hairs swirling from the crotch, and his cock jerked up and down as
he grabbed his once-more-loaded balls with a small hand.
Donna stepped back, her feet widened on the floor, both her
hands framing her crotch. "Want to see something exciting,
darling?" she asked in a thick voice. "Want to see mother do
something exciting?"
Billy nodded quickly.
"If I let you see me, will you promise to lick my pussy?"
Again he nodded, vigorously, eager and anxious to do anything
his mother wanted. His cock was throbbing and his balls were hot
and full again.
"Promise?" she asked again.
"I promise, Mother," Billy groaned, squeezing his balls.
"I'll lick your cunt! I'll lick your hot cunt no matter what,
Mother!"
"Mmmmmm, so sweet," she purred. "Now, you just keep looking
right at my pussy, baby."
Donna spread her feet farther on the floor, bending her knees
a bit and shoving her crotch forward. She rested the fingers of
her hands on each side of the tight crotch of her shorts. Her
upper arms crushed her full tits together. Billy stared into his
mother's crotch, his eyes bright and his cock stiff, clutching his
balls. Donna gazed at his cock, and licked her lips.
Wetness grew at the crotch of her white shorts, spreading up
from the seam and halfway to the waist. Then Billy saw piss
dripping along her inner thighs. He glanced up at his mother.
Donna's eyes glowed with intense passion.
"Watch me piss, baby," she hissed softly. "I'm pissing in my
shorts for you, Billy. Ohhhh, watch mother piss in these fucking
shorts!"
Billy watched, feeling strangely excited. He saw the golden-
colored piss coming from the edges of the shorts, running down the
insides of his mother's thighs, saw the spreading wetness until
the fabric was almost clear as glass. He could clearly see the
dark shape of her pussy hair.
Donna gurgled, feeling her shorts become soaked with her hot
piss. Pissing in her shorts, with her son watching, thrilled her.
It was something she had fantasized about for years. Not
specifically with her son, but with anyone. She had tried pissing
in her panties a few times in private, and, although it felt
wonderful, it was nothing like being watched. She pissed hard,
feeling pee spray from the tight crotch of her shorts against her
inner thighs, felt piss running hotly along her legs. Her shorts
grew wet in back, too, and it felt very good. Her clitoris was
twitching, pressed at the seam of her shorts. Her nipples rose up
tightly, tingling. She felt hot piss on her fingers as she framed
her crotch. The hot feel of piss sent shivers up and down her
flesh.
"Do you like to see this?" she asked, her voice very low.
"Oh, Mother!" Billy groaned, staring at her crotch. "Yes!
Your shorts are so wet, I can see through them, Your legs are
getting wet, too!"
"Do you like watching me piss in my shorts?"
"Yeah!"
"Does it make your precious balls tingle to see piss running
down my legs?"
"Oh, yes, Mother!"
"Mmmmm, you really love to see mother piss?"
Billy could only nod his head now. His throat was
constricted. He was so excited to see his mother piss this way,
he wondered if his cock would go off. His other hand gripped his
prick tightly, squeezing as he held his balls in his other hand.
He was gasping as he stared between her thighs. The piss
continued to soak through his mother's shorts. Her thighs were
glistening with pee all the way to her feet.
"Oooh, I have to stop!" Donna complained. "I don't want to
stop, either! I want to keep pissing in my shorts! I want you to
watch me piss and piss and piss!"
But she was finished, and stood with shaking legs wide apart,
hot piss dripping from her shorts and down her legs. She ran her
palm along the seam of her piss-wet shorts, rubbing at her cunt.
Her hips trembled and jerked. She pressed her hand tight into her
cunt, moaning, pressing and rubbing.
"Ooooh, I'm going to come!" she shouted.
Donna shuddered as an orgasm rumbled through her pussy. She
could feel the convulsions of her cunt through her shorts, feel
the tight pulsations of the puffy pussy lips and the throb of her
smashed clitoris. She whimpered and gurgled as she came, her lips
twitching.
"There," she gasped. "I came, Billy. God, did I come!"
She shoved a hand behind her back, and unzipped the piss-wet
shorts. She gazed at her son as she peeled them off her hips,
wiggling because they were so tight and soaked in piss. Billy
stared at his mother's cunt, amazed and awed by the hair, by the
wet, pink cunt slit. Donna stood holding her shorts, then parting
her legs so her son could look at her pussy. She turned the
shorts inside out. She showed them to her son.
"See how wet they are?" she whispered, shoving them toward
her son's face.
Billy pulled back, his eyes wide.
Donna giggled. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you want
mother to wash your face?"
Billy made a face, shaking his head.
"Then I'll wash my face," she said, and brought her piss-wet
shorts up and ran the inside crotch about her cheeks and chin.
"Mmmmm, nice. It feels very nice to wash my face in piss. You
should try it, Billy. I bet you'd love it."
Donna brought the piss-wet crotch of her shorts close to her
mouth, her tongue darting out, licking at the seam. Her eyes
became hazy with lust, her tongue licking about the piss-soaked
crotch of her shorts.
"Oooh, I can taste cunt, too," she said softly. "I can taste
my cunt and piss on my shorts. Ohhhh, baby, you have to try it!"
She offered her shorts to him again, but Billy still refused.
"You're no fun, baby," she pouted, pulling the shorts back to
her face. "You promised, too."
"I promised to lick your cunt, Mother," he said. "I didn't
promise to taste piss."
Donna spread her legs wide, thrusting her cunt forward.
"Then lick my pussy, Billy."
Without thinking, Billy shoved his face to his mother's cunt.
His tongue was swiping along the wet pussy slit before he realized
it. Then, as he tasted his mother's piss on her cunt, he started
to pull back.
"Oh, no!" Donna moaned. "A promise is a promise! Eat my
pussy, baby! You promised to suck mother's cunt!"
Billy didn't try to resist. He pushed his mouth into her
pussy, tasting the fuck juices and piss together. To his
surprise, he found them delicious. He wiggled his tongue along
the hairy slit of his mother's cunt, dragging his tongue to her
clitoris. Donna squealed and began to grind her pussy into his
face, holding the back of his head.
"Ohhhh, stick it to me!" she groaned. "Fuck my cunt, baby!
Oooooh, fuck me with your tongue! Lick my wet cunt, my hot pussy!
Suck me! Ohhhh, suck mother's wet cunt, you sweet, fucking little
cunt-licker!"
Billy's tongue darted in and out of the tight lips of his
mother's cunt, tongue-fucking her and sucking the fuck juices out.
He swallowed the pussy juices, fucking his tongue back and forth
faster and faster. The taste of her piss added to his enjoyment,
and the piss-wet feel of her hot inner thighs on his head
increased the throbbing of his cock. He ran his hands up the back
of her wet thighs to her ass. Clenching the cheeks of his
mother's naked ass in both hands, Billy slurped happily, driving
his tongue deeply, then swirling about her swollen clitoris. He
sucked at his mother's clitoris hard, bringing squeals of pleasure
from her. Donna spread her thighs and shoved her hot, hairy cunt
into her son's face, bending him back. The only things keeping
him from sprawling onto his back were her hands holding the back
of his head, his hands on her naked, shaking ass.
"Eat mother's pussy!" she squealed. "Ohhhh, Billy, suck
mother's cunt! Suck the hot juice right out of mother's pissy-wet
pussy, Lick the piss off my cunt! Lick me and fuck me and eat me!
Ooooh, you'll make me come so fucking hard! What a tongue you
have, baby! I love it, love it, love it! Ram your sweet tongue
up mother's cunt ... fuck ... suck I'm getting so fucking close!"
Her body trembled uncontrollably, her cunt smashing into her
son's sucking mouth powerfully, battering his lips and tongue.
Billy held tightly to his mother's grinding, thrashing ass,
squeezing hard at the creamy asscheeks. He panted and gasped, his
nose buried into the piss-wet hair that covered her boiling cunt.
His tongue was up her pussy part of the time, swishing hungrily
about her inflamed clitoris the other part. Donna could hear the
wet sucking sounds her son made, which greatly enhanced the erotic
sensations she felt. Her cunt was expanding and gripping with
ripples of her swiftly approaching orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, Billy!" she screamed.
Her cunt exploded against her son's face. Billy fucked his
tongue into his mother's cunt, feeling the gripping contractions.
He felt her clitoris make tight spasms against his upper lip, and
he sucked in air quickly. The scent of his mother's piss was
making his mind spin with lust.
He hung on for dear life, and sucked.



Chapter 4

They had a late dinner.
Donna could hardly believe they had been at it so long, that
her son was still eager and willing.
She wore a man's shirt, white, which failed to conceal the
lovely cheeks of her ass or the curls of her cunt. The three top
buttons were left open, and her tits peeked provocatively at her
son everytime she leaned over. She knew how she looked, and she
could see the interest in her son's eyes.
Wearing something that revealed while it teased had value,
Donna knew. Eliciting expectations was more exciting than showing
total nakedness, sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. Billy was
in his shorts, a white pair of jockey shorts that cupped his cock
and balls sweetly. She loved to see the bulge they made, the way
his ass was framed in them.
After she had cleaned and straightened the kitchen, they went
back to the living room, where she turned on a light. Then, with
her back to him, she bent far over to select something for the
stereo. Billy, sitting on the couch, watched his mother's ass
become exposed as the white shirt lifted. He could see the dark
hair of her cunt as she leaned over. Donna peeked at him over her
shoulder.
"Do you like the view, baby?"
"It's beautiful, Mother," he replied.
She shook her ass, making her cunt pooch between her thighs.
Donna kept her ass waggling lewdly as she fitted a tape into the
deck, and then soft music came on. She stood and faced her son,
writhing her ass sensuously. This was what had started them
today, she remembered, her lewd dancing for him. But that had
been going on for some time, and it had just boiled over today.
She lifted the shirt, flashing her cunt at him, twirled about and
raised the shirt in back, shaking her beautiful ass. She danced
about the room, flashing her tits, her cunt, her ass, for her
son's enjoyment.
"Now, this is a flashdance," she laughed. "Not like that
movie. That girl didn't flash anything. I'm flashing everything
I have."
"Go, Mother!" he encouraged. "Shake your ass ... shake your
tits!"
"You just watch me shake them!"
Donna went into a vigorous, body-twisting dance designed for
one thing only--to make her son's cock hard. Swinging her hips,
her knees driving up and down, Donna jerked at her shirt, ripping
buttons until her tits were showing, jumping up and down
vigorously as she danced. Her nipples jutted out hard, and she
swung her legs apart so show her son her cunt. Twisting about,
she shook and churned her ass, flapping the shirt up and down.
She bunched the cheeks of her ass together, relaxed them, then
humped her hips back and forth.
Then she leaned over, her hands on the floor. The cheeks of
her ass parted. Billy was staring at his mother's hairy cunt and
ass, watching the hair-lined lips of her cunt suck inward, the
ring of her tan asshole puckering. Donna peered with hot, excited
eyes between her legs at her son.
"See anything you'd like to stick your cock in?"
Billy lowered his eyes to his mother's upside-down face,
seeing her moist lips.
"Your mouth, Mother," he said.
Donna twisted her ass. "What about anything else?"
Billy gazed her cunt, seeing her pussy glisten wetly with
juices, the hair making her cunt very, very tempting.
"Your cunt?" he asked, not understanding what his mother was
getting at.
"Anything else?"
"Your ass!" he groaned finally. "Your asshole, Mother!"
"Oooh, you're nice, baby," she mewled. "You want to fuck
mother's mouth and fuck her cunt and now you want to fuck me in
the ass. You're very nice, baby."
Billy stood up, his cock pressing against his shorts.
"Take them off," she hissed. "Take those fucking shorts off
and let mother see that hard cock!"
Billy quickly stripped his shorts off, dropping them on the
couch. His cock stood up, pointing at the ceiling. His balls
were full and swollen. Donna mewled softly, holding herself up
with one hand and rubbing the other between her thighs. Billy
watched her rub at her cunt, then his eyes burned as she fingered
her own asshole.
Very slowly, Donna pressed her middle finger into her ass.
Billy's cock jerked upward, a glistening drop of liquid forming on
his piss hole. Donna shoved her finger completely into her
asshole until her knuckles were against her ass ring. Then she
pushed and pulled the finger in and out, finger-fucking herself in
the ass.
"Your cock would feel so much better," she said. "Your cock
would make mother's asshole feel so good! Want to fuck mother up
this tight asshole, baby?"
Billy walked to his mother's uplifted ass, his cock leading
the way, his eyes gazing at her finger which was fucking in and
out of her ass. When he was close to her, he rubbed the dripping
head of his cock along the back of one thigh, then up and down her
juicy cunt. Donna squealed softly as she pulled her finger out of
her asshole. She gripped his balls tightly.
"Ram it in my ass, Billy!" she cried. "Ram your hard cock up
mother's ass! Please, fuck my ass!"
Billy angled his cock to his mother's asshole. He held her
hips with strong fingers, watching the head of his prick pressing
upon the tight heat of that ring. Donna clung to his balls,
holding her breath, almost standing on her head for him. She
shoved her head down farther until she could watch his balls and
see her own cunt.
"Push!" she hissed.
But it was she who pushed.
Donna pressed her uplifted ass back, feeling the pressure of
his cock poking at the ring of her asshole. She sobbed softly as
she felt his swollen prickhead starting to penetrate. She felt
her asshole stretching, felt a slight burning sensation. Billy,
staring at the way his mother's asshole sank inward, gripped her
hips tightly and fucked forward.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Donna cried as her son's cock fucked into her
asshole. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
The tightness gripped Billy's cock. He couldn't believe how
tight her ass was. He fucked forward, watching his mother's
asshole stretching and taking his cock. With her hand gripping
his balls, his cock going into the boiling de