Mothers and Sons
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PLEASE NOTE!
All characters depicted in the following story are over the age
of 18 years.
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WARNING: The following FICTIONAL account is a story of
unbridled, uncensored i****t. Read at your own risk,
while considering the strength of your own sensibilities.
All characters are over the age of 18 years.
...one day, one moment captured in time, of an i****tuous
situation.
Donna resembled Natale Wood in many ways...you know? ...From "Sex
and the Single Girl?" Her young sons wouldn't know who that was.
But she did look a lot like her.
She sat on the couch, her feet up while leaning back on the arm
rest. Donna was dressed in an attractive nylon blouse, with the
top three buttons open, the swell of her succulent tits slightly
revealed. She was not wearing a bra and the dark points of her
nipples thrust against the thin blouse.
Her cotton skirt, pleated, covered her knees. But it did not
cover much of anything else. The backs of her thighs, so slender
and creamy, the flesh smooth, were teasing, inviting. Although
Donna wore panties, they were skimpy and lacy, her dark cunt hair
visible. The crotch of the panties bulged with the puffiness of
her cunt and the sweet curves of her ass appeared kissable and so
worthy of tonguing.
Sexy hoop earrings hung from her ears, dangling down along the
lines of a delicately tapered neck. The silver earrings, along
with her alluringly messy hair--loosely coiffed and haphazardly
clasped on top of her head--framed her facial features in such a
sexually dramatic way. Her bangs hung down in casual fashion
across her forehead, close to her eyebrows, some strands going
even longer to fall in front of her eyes. Stray, large-curled
locks of hair, not restrained by the barrette, cascaded down the
sides and back of her head, softly falling to the base of her
kissable neck. Slight perfume, sexually dynamic eye shadow, rouge
and juice-red lipstick, all tastefully done, but edging somewhat
near the 'slutty' side, finished the look she seemed to carry so
naturally.
She noticed lately that her general appearance was certainly
having an effect on her two teenage sons. Yes. That was definite.
It did have the boy's attention. It most certainly got Tony's
attention yesterday, and culminated into her falling down on her
knees in the bathroom, still fully dressed, servicing her
18 year old boy, who still had a towel partially
fastened around his bare mid section after a shower. Worse yet,
it ended with Donna, the dutiful mother, having her youngest
boy's steaming ball juice spurting up her arm, on her
blouse, and in true pornographic fashion, shot all over her face.
Thoughts of what had transpired yesterday between her and Tony,
swam through her mind. It all seemed to happen so quickly, and
without much provocation or any pre-thought to accepted
conventions. It almost was as if the sexual tension, which very
quickly seem to lead to her jerking him off in the bathroom, had
always lurked somewhere just below the surface of their 'normal'
family relationship. Now, she was looking at Mike, her oldest
son, as he sat on the floor, doing his best to not peek at his
mother, but failing miserably. His eyes flicked at her often,
gazing for just a second at her painted cunt, then turning away
quickly. Donna was amused by his nervousness, and by his hunger.
She smiled knowingly, and reach into her hand bag at the side of
the couch for her lipstick and compact mirror.
"Um, where did Tony run off to, honey?" she asked in a low,
provocative voice.
She peered into the small mirror and freshened her lipstick,
seductively brushing the wet tip across her full, pouting lips,
while she waited for an answer. She could feel Mike just sitting
there, transfixed and silent, staring at her while she looked
into the hand-held mirror and applied the wet lip gloss. Donna
had the kind of sensually stimulating, sexy mouth that spelled
trouble to any male looking at her face, no matter what she was
doing with it. The act could be as common and mundane as you
please. Eating, drinking, talking, or smoking, it didn't matter.
There would be only one thing racing through the mind of any man
watching. She knew her strong points, and she used any excuse to
subtly and slyly emphasize them, whenever she felt the desire to
do so.
Donna thought she could detect an audible "gulp," momentarily
breaking the silence.
"Hmm?" she reiterated, briefly casting her gaze to Mike's face,
and then right back to her reflection in the mirror, finishing
the application of fresh lipstick. She didn't have to look at him
very long...it was working. She could see he was sexually
flustered.
"ah-around," he finally responded in a stammer, suddenly and
nervously averting his eyes.
Donna puckered and pouted at the mirror, finishing the adjustment
to her wet lips, then returned the make-up paraphernalia to her
bag
"Did he, um... say anything to you," she queried?
"When?"
"Yesterday," she replied, appearing slightly annoyed, but with
her voice in a whisper. "Did he -- tell you anything?"
Mike glanced at his mother, his eyes going from her face to her
revealed crotch. He was doing everything he could to hide his
throbbing hard-on from her. He found his voice wouldn't work and
he nodded.
"Michael! Just what did your brother tell you?" she mildly
demanded, her eyes flashing.
Donna felt a throbbing around her cunt, and the urge to rub it
was strong. She could feel the lips starting to pulsate, as if
they were opening and closing. She watched her son swallow
nervously.
"Mike. Tell me what he said," she insisted. "I want to know what
he told you."
"Aw, just some kind of bullshit..." He stopped quickly, blushing
profusely.
"Bullshit?" Donna said, smiling in a mocking manner. "He told you
'some kind of bullshit?'"
Mike nodded, his face now red.
"What 'bullshit?'" Donna asked. "Are you sure it was bullshit,
darling?...I mean; let's suppose for a moment that what he told
you...was the truth."
Mike squirmed on the carpet, peeking at his mother from lowered
lashes.
"It was...," he mumbled. "It-it was... No! Nuh-uh! You wouldn't
do anything like that, Mom... not with Tony!"
"Are you sure about that?" she teased, licking at the tip of her
finger. "Are you really sure I wouldn't?"
"W-would you?" he asked, his voice so low she could hardly hear
him.
"Mmmmmmm...," Donna responded, pausing provocatively to suck on
the tip of her finger, while swinging her closed knees from side
to side, her pleated skirt riding past her knees. "...maybe."
Mike's eyes opened a bit wider, his pupils dilating, and he gazed
at her, as if he were seeing her for the first time. He watched
her knees move slowly from side to side, seeing her thighs and
the way her cunt puffed against her panties, the dark shadow of
pussy hair, the creamy halves of her pretty ass cheeks. His cock
was so hard inside his pants, so very hard.
"Michael...,what if I ask you?" she whispered very softly. "What
if I asked you to do it, too?...I mean; what if I made YOU do
what your brother did to me...all over my face...hmm?"
Mike looked deeply into her cat-like eyes. A lump rapidly formed
in his throat, while an even bigger one throbbed painfully in his
trousers, as the realization of exactly what his sexy mother was
suggesting set in.
"Oh yes Michael...and much more," she added, nodding slowly.
Mike swallowed hard.
According to his younger brother Tony's account of what happened
yesterday; his mother had come into the bathroom unexpectedly to
get something out of the medicine cabinet. Tony had just stepped
out of the shower. The only thing he had on was a towel he had
wrapped around his mid-section. Donna began teasing him playfully
about how big he was getting. Tony said that he couldn't help it,
but while she talked, he stared at her beautiful face, and
especially at her perfectly sexy mouth. He started to imagine how
it might feel to have her full, pouting lips kissing the head of
his cock.
Well, this was nothing new or startling. Tony had been thinking
about his mother doing just that quite often lately, anyway. He
used it as fantasy fuel when he masturbated. He'd conjure a scene
of her repeatedly landing hot kisses all over the head of his
dick, as sperm shot from the piss slit. In his mind's eye, he'd
imagine her cheeks, and those lips being covered in hot semen as
it shot free from his dick; his cum raining down upon her face
and hair, while all through it, she planted one tender kiss after
another all around the head, and her painted lips leaving sexy
lipstick impressions in their wake. Tony would run this teenage
boy's dream like a movie, looping it endlessly in his fevered
mind, while he jerked his young cock to a climax. "Kissing it
off," he called it.
At any rate; back to the bathroom... As a result of Tony fixating
on his mother's beautiful visage, his dick began to bloat under
the towel, pushing it out into the shape of a tent. He said that
one thing led to another, and before he knew it, his mother was
tugging on his erection through the towel. The next moment, she
had dropped to her knees in front of him, facing the hidden
boner. She pulled the towel aside like a curtain, and his dick
snapped out, pointing right at her lips. She then proceeded to
jack his stiff erection to a spurting finish, all over her face!
It all happened quickly, he said. Afterward, she just stood up,
looked him straight in the eye, brought her cum-drenched,
manicured fingers up to her face, and rubbed his sperm into her
skin. After that, he said, she just walked out of the bathroom,
leaving him standing there, with his spent cock dripping onto the
tile floor, while she disappeared into her bedroom.
Considering all of what Tony told him was apparently the truth;
an image of his mother's perfectly made-up face--her rouged
cheeks and her painted lips, all streaked and soiled with HIS
flying sperm--flashed quickly through Michael's mind. Coming back
to reality, Michael reacted to the full weight of what his mother
was now suggesting...
"...*gulp*...Really, Mom?" he managed to whisper.
With her finger in her mouth, she slipped her skirt down on her
thighs, nodding her head again. Mike forgot about concealing his
hard-on. He gazed openly now, hotly staring at her panty-clad
cunt, when his mother parted her knees. The crotch of the flimsy
underwear was stretched, with a darkening wet spot beginning to
show right where her pussy lips were undulating, just underneath
the delicate fabric. Donna pulled her finger from her mouth and
began to circle one straining nipple through her sexy blouse, her
eyes smoldering with steam. She saw her son's cock twitching and
made stiff, along his left thigh, outlined by the tightness of
his jeans. The view made her breath catch.
Mike watched her, mesmerized, his cock throbbing uncontrollably
inside his pants. When he saw his mother drag a finger along the
stretched crotch of her panties, he groaned and thought his boner
would rip right through the material.
"What's the matter, honey?" Donna whispered.
"Mom, d-d-don't do that!" he gulped.
"Why, Michael?"
"I think I might...I-I m-might..."
"Cum?" she supplied when he paused. "Um...Seeing me do this might
make YOU... shoot off in your pants?"
Mike gasped, and then nodded, his eyes fixed on his mother's
finger as it moved up and down the puffy slit of her cunt. His
concealed boner squirted another pulsing wet gout of pre-cum into
his pants, just from hearing his mother say those words.
"You don't have to do that, baby," she murmured, pressing the tip
of her finger inward and shoving her panties into her pussy. "I
can think of a better place for you to cum."
Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing and seeing.
Donna hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling
it to the side and showing her pink, wet, cunt to her son. Her
eyes were hot and misty as she watched his reactions to her
slut-fueled theatrics. She watched the wet spot spread in an
ever-widening circle on the outside of his tented pants. the
stain was positioned just at the tip where she knew the pulsing
head of his dick pushed out the fabric. There was on doubt about
it. She could clearly make out the shape of the pulsing crown. It
was distinctly outlined as the fabric grew more saturated with
his cum.
Her knees were still spread wide and using her other hand, she
stroked the tip of her forefinger about her puffy cunt lips,
teasing him...watching both his boner, and the wet stain grow
even larger.
"Don't, Mom!" he groaned, fearing his confined prick would spurt
off at any moment.
"You touch it, honey," she whispered, her voice very low. "You
touch my pussy, then."
Mike sat staring at his mother's cunt, almost frozen. Then his
body jerked into motion, and he scooted toward her, sliding his
ass on the floor. His face was near her foot, gazing up between
his mother's spreading thighs. The dark hair of her cunt was
tightly curled as it ran along each side of those succulent lips
and disappeared into the crack of her ass. Donna lifted her hips
slightly and writhed her ass, watching her son with steaming
eyes. Then slowly, very slowly, she slipped the tip of her finger
into her cunt, pressing it deeper and deeper until her knuckles
were against the lips.
"Mmmm," she purred. "I know what would feel even better in there,
Michael. ...Something hard and long and throbbing would feel so
much better."
Mike placed a hand on his mother's knee. His hand was trembling
and she felt the heat of his palm. Donna pulled her son's hand
along her thigh, bringing it closer to her cunt.
"Touch me, Michael," Donna urged, her voice now thick with
desire. "Touch me there. Don't be afraid, baby. I want you to
touch my pussy."
His fingertips felt the curly cunt hair and then the puffy
wetness of one pussy lip. Donna still had her finger inside her
cunt, and Mike gulped as his mother inserted his finger alongside
hers.
"Warm, isn't it?" Donna hissed. "Mother's cunt is so warm and
wet. Feel how slippery... Mmmmm, we've got both our fingers in
there now. Let's fuck it together, Michael...shall we?
Holding her son's wrist, she moved his finger in and out of her
cunt along with hers. Mike was awed and so excited. He thought he
was about to come. While the fingers moved back and forth in her
cunt, Donna twisted her shapely ass slowly, arching it upwards a
little more. She was fast approaching her first orgasm, but for
her liking, it was coming a little too quickly.
"I don't want it this way, Mike," she finally said, pulling their
fingers out of her cunt.
She placed his hand on her inner thigh and he watched with
surprise as his mother lifted her glistening finger to her lips
and smeared the juices of her cunt slowly about them.
"Michael! Kiss me," she moaned, her lips glistening with the
juices from her own cunt. "Kiss Mother, darling! Please, kiss
me!"
Mike got to his knees and moved up toward his mother. His boner
was pushing insistently on the inside of his trousers, making it
somewhat difficult to maneuver. He still felt his dick was on the
verge of exploding.
Michael stared at his lovely mother's wet lips and as she drew
her head down, he felt the wetness upon his mouth. As their lips
pressed together, Donna held the back of her son's head and
slipped her tongue into his mouth. She felt Mike shudder and he
drew his hand over her straining tits, then ran it down her
stomach until she curled his hand into her cunt. The hand at his
head moved across his back, no longer having to hold him down.
She slipped her hand in front of him and closed her fingers
around his throbbing cock. Feeling it through his pants, she
squeezed hard and started to jack his stiff dick right through
the fabric. Pre-cum squished out to meet her frigging fingers.
Mike moaned around his mother's tongue and his hand pressed
harder into her cunt. Donna lifted her crotch into his hand,
twisting as she jacked off his clothed cock.
"OOOOH, don't cum," she mewed breathlessly, suddenly dislodging
her tongue from his mouth, breaking the kiss. "God, you're
dick is so fucking hard, Michael!"
Mike had tasted the juices of his mother's cunt on her lips and
his cock had grown a bit harder as she squeezed. His hand between
her thighs was moving now, sliding up and down with increasing
pressure. He could feel that the tight crotch of her panties was
moist now.
"Take it out, Michael" Donna hissed suddenly, trying to open his
pants with her hand. "Oh M-Michael, Goddamnit! ...take it out for
me!"
Her son got unsteadily to his feet, staring at his mother's
made-up face while he hurriedly fumbled with the zipper. Her
face--the way she looked, and the way she was made up...her
lipstick, her eye shadow, her jewelry--screamed out to be
completely soaked in his cum...spurted at, and shot onto. His
rock-hard erection literally sprang out of his pants, bobbing
stiffly up and down. And as it bobbed, it threw beads of pre-cum,
dispersing into the air right in front of his mother's slutty
made-up face. Donna made a low purring sound as her eyes fastened
on it, staring in pure slut lust at it sticking
straight out from his opened zipper like that.
During the time his stiff shaft finally popped free from the
confined prison of his pants, Mike had averted his eyes away from
his mother's sexy face for only a moment. He stared down at his
mother's writhing hips and her wet, glistening pussy, fighting
the disturbing urge to just plunge his aching boner into her,
repeatedly, and without mercy. But then, to his shock and
surprise, he was startled into focusing his eyes back onto
Donna's face when she had suddenly and brazenly grabbed his
stiff, exposed dick, and began frigging it off, up and down. His
gasp came in a mixture of sudden blood rush, staggering sexual
electricity, and total ecstasy from the effects of feeling his
mother's grasping, soft hand making contact with his exposed
erection for the very first time. Mike felt he would spurt off
right there and then.
"Don't cum," Donna gasped, now frantically fucking her hand up
and down on her son's bloated boner. "Don't cum! Oooh no, please,
Michael... don't cum!"
"...*gulg*...m-mom...You gotta stop, m-m-mom!" he growled.
"Oh, please don't cum," she continued to beg, moaning over and
over, her hand jacking faster and with more urgency on the stiff
boner, which jutted so obscenely from his opened zipper that it
made her weak just to look at it. Pre-jit leaked out copiously,
almost shooting out, and coated her hand as she slid it fluidly
up and down over the aching head.
Donna's eyes seemed vacant as she stared at her son,s cock, her
fist wildly jacking up and down on his sticky-wet swollen boner.
Her lips were parted and her breathing was heavy and fast,
causing her covered tits to lift and fall visibly. She wanted his
hot jit to spurt out forcefully against her face. She felt that
if she didn't feel it striking and soiling her slut face soon,
she'd surely faint away!
"Oh baby," she panted. "It's so swollen up!" Her slick hand
feverishly continuing to tug and jerk off his stiff boner, making
loud slurping noises as it fucked up and down. "It's sooooo
swollen," she repeated in a tortured moan and with a sexy,
feminine throb in her voice that made Mike moan. "Y-you're not
gonna shoot off, are you?"
"Mom, be-be careful!" he warned.
Donna didn't heed his advise. She jacked faster, concentrating
her efforts just on his squirting cock head for the moment,
squeezing it hard on each up-stroke. Mike's pre-cum fluid flowed
like water now. The wet squishing sound produced by this obscene
hand-job filled the room, and grew louder as she shamelessly beat
off her son's hard, cum-coated dick head.
"Oh FUCK, mother!" Mike just about shouted, his voice mixing with
the slurping sounds emanating from the frig-off he was so
thoroughly being subjected to.
"OHH! Please! Please don't shoot off!" she moaned again, this
time more breathlessly, her wildly pumping hand almost a blur on
her oldest boy's shaft.
Mike's tortured mind raced, trying to make sense of what was
happening here. "What was she doing?" he thought to himself. His
mother begging him not to shoot off, while she so shamelessly
jacked his blood-engorged boner, was driving him crazy. This
pushed him just about to the edge of his endurance, and his balls
began to explode as he stared at her full, panting lips.
But, Donna knew exactly what she was doing. She knew she was
making him crazy, and she further knew that she was coaxing his
balls to blow a hot load all over her face. She wanted it to
happen. She needed it!
"Oh FUCK MOM!" he groaned loudly as his nuts began to burst. "I-I
c-can't stop it!...FUCK! ...I-I-I can't stop it!!"
He was going to shoot off so hard and there was nothing he could
do about it. What he felt during the spit seconds his nuts
finally did explode, floated between excruciating pain and
unadulterated pleasure. What fueled that intensity was the
realization that he was going to explode his hot, pent-up jit
against his own mother's slutty, made-up face! His brain flipped
out. He couldn't believe that what was about to happen, was
actually GOING to happen. But yet, here was his own mother; her
lips painted red and pouting. Her eyes shaded with sexy eye
shadow, and her lashes long and fluttering with mascara. A wet
dream come true. Her slutty hoop earrings whipped back and forth
due to the frantic whorish movement of her jacking hand. His own
mother; egging on the inevitable by moaning and mewing, as her
hand shucked and frigged his painfully stiff boner, which pointed
rigidly at her face. That was all he could take...
"You're m-making me shoot! MOM! Y-You're jerking my dick
OFF-F-F-F-f-f-f-f! AHHHHHH!!!" Mike screamed in guttural sexual
anguish.
Donna's cum-sticky hand pumped furiously on the stiff dick, which
jutted straight out from Mike's open pants like a hard pipe. The
first copious explosion of sperm blasted from the aching head of
his dick, into her already scummy fist, as she closed it over the
exploding head on the up stroke. The freshly-shot pulse of jit
helped in further lubricating her pumping hand, because then, as
her hand smeared the cum from that first powerful shot all over
the shaft on the down-stroke, a new fat ribbon of pent-up fresh
jit suddenly exploded full force from the head, shooting out of
his flaring piss hole.
Donna got just what she wanted. It spurted violently, striking
against her lipstick coated lips with an audible splash. She
screamed in lust when that happened, and it made her jack his
dick all the harder. Donna knew at that moment she was in for a
major cum facial from her son...she knew it would be a lot...and
it was just starting!
"OOOooh NO Michael! she screamed, her cunt throbbing into a
spontaneous orgasm as the streamer shot against her lips. "Don't
cum, please!"
Donna's pussy contracted in spasms, but through it all, she kept
up the relentless begging for him not to cum. She knew it was
helping to fuel his orgasm into the best cum he had ever
experienced. And it was just a handjob! Her son's blown jit now
dripped in strands from her parted lips, while her body tingled.
She again concentrated on the head, squeezing hard while roughly
jacking it, as another voluminous shot of her son's spunk
ejaculated right into her pumping fist, on her fingers and even
spraying out from between them.
"ARRRRGHHHH" Mike bellowed, twisting his body in delicious agony,
as his mother tugged on the exploding head of his aching boner.
She then pumped her cum-slick hand back, violently jerking the
shaft up and down, beating it off with the intent of causing as
much agony and pleasure as she could administer to her son.
"AHHHHH, ARRGH, MOTHER!" he wailed, gazing in heated astonishment
at his mother's now cum-shot, made-up features, while continued
to ejaculate all over her face and her still-covered tits...Her
blouse was being pelted and soiled by stray shots of his cum.
Over and over again, hot cum shot violently from his dick
splashing hard against her panting lips and across her face, as
she beat him off mercilessly. Donna gave a low yelp as the creamy
semen splashed onto her forehead, her fist beating on his cock
faster yet. She really felt like such a dirty slut now!
"Oh, Oh, OOOH" she yelped as each i****tuous ribbon of her son's
jit ejaculated in hot succession against her lipstick-painted
lips, her cheeks, her hair, and even her ears. During one creamy
ejaculation, highly propelled cum shot against her earring,
causing it to swing back and forth, while other shots sailed past
it. After the one shot hit her earring, a long elastic gob slowly
dripped from the hoop, down onto her shoulder. She was the
picture of a hot slut, and Michael took it in as his cock
continued to ejaculate all over her sexy face.
"Michael! M-MICHAEL!" she groaned. "So much.. so much cum!"
"Oh ...*spurt*...sshhhittt... *spurt* ...mother," Mike grunted
breathlessly, as he watched the last smaller blasts of sperm hit
his mother in her face.
"You made me shoot off on-on-your f-face...AHHHH...I ruined your
make-up!!!"
When it was all done, Donna's face showed the damage from a
variety of artistic splashes, as a result of making her oldest
son ejaculate. It wasn't bad enough that she had done it to her
other boy, yesterday. Now today, she was painted in her older
teenage son's liquid excitement. All due to her sluttish,
i****tuous advances and behavior! Her features were covered in
different ways with boy cum; peppered with small dots, streaked
with long lines, blobs of varying size, and stings. Cum had
spurted against her eye make-up. It strung across her lashes,
clinging to the hair. It hung in long elastic drips from her
lips. It coated her ears, and dripped off of her hoop earrings.
Erratic long spurts had hit her cheeks, her chin, the tip of her
nose, causing lines of various thickness. But, she was completely
covered!
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End of Part One......................
Gigi
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