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In the bed, the tell-tale noise roused Beth from her slumber. She held her breath, nerves attuned with tingling energy. A prolonged moment passed. Slowly the door eased partially open, accompanied by the brush of wood against the carpet. She strained her ears, senses on edge as she attempted to pierce the hallway gloom. The hint of a shadowy figure wavered just beyond the door.
Her heart pounding with adrenaline, Beth continued to feign sleep, not wanting to spook her stalking secret admirer. Putting on a show, she writhed luxuriously on top of the covers, offering up a sensual sigh to further entice her hidden voyeur. A few years past the age of twenty-nine that she publicly admitted, Beth Sawyer was a striking woman, achieving that rare combination of firm yet voluptuous that dedicated effort to diet and exercise had bestowed. Clad only in a lacy black bra and the barest patch of tight thong panties, her creamy body seemed to glisten in the pale light shimmering through the glass.
Alas, despite the blonde woman’s stunning looks, she led a lonely life. Everyone knew each other’s personal business in a small town like this, and Beth’s reputation as a single mom with a son effectively neutered any local dating prospects. An occasional short-lived fling with a passing trucker or businessman might pass a day or two, but always the end result turned out the same -- with Beth playing the role of an enthusiastic cum dumpster and the dashing male lead vanishing over the horizon as soon as the complication of her son was introduced.
So understandably, the prospect someone sneaking looks from outside her bedroom door was not an altogether unwelcome discovery for Beth and her battered self-esteem. She had been appalled at first at the violation of her privacy. But despite misgivings, she had allowed the game to continue, her arousal growing with every passing night as she teasingly raised the stakes at each encounter. The mildly troubling knowledge that her peeping tom was none other than her son, Bobby, only served to add forbidden spice to the tantalizing situation.
Beth turned away from the door and onto her back, hoping to embolden her shy son. She nimbly unhooked the front clasp on her bra, allowing her huge tits to spill free. A lustful moan escaped her lips as her slender fingers trailed down over her firm tummy and found their way to her panty-clad crotch. Already fully aroused, her fleshy vaginal lips were open to her touch through the silky thin cloth. She squirmed, naked thighs rubbing together as the heat of passion continued to build. Wetness oozed from the soft pink folds of her eager cunt, the slippery discharge lubricating her delving digits. Her breathing deepened, savoring the sweet scent of aroused pussy. From the hallway, heavier breaths revealed the effect her shameless display was having on her son. Teetering on the brink, Beth’s teasing fingers concentrated on her rigid clit. Her other hand found its way to her left breast, squeezing the fleshy orb before zeroing in on the engorged flesh of the nipple. In a synchronized movement, fingers pinched down hard on both of those zones of pleasure. Beth gasped, liking her sex rough even when self-indulged. She bit her lip, choking down a squeal of delight as her orgasm erupted. Her hips bucked, bedsprings creaking in protest. She arched her back, contorting left and right as her thighs and tummy quivered with passionate delight. Then she collapsed, shuddering, desperately gasping for breath as the convulsive ecstasy shivered through her loins.
In the aftermath, Beth lay on the bed, taunt with anticipation. Would this be the night that her wanton sexual performance finally drew her reluctant son out of hiding? But silent seconds passed, turning into minutes. A frustrating silence lingered. Finally Beth’s patience reached its limit. She rose from the bed, wriggling sexy hips as she peeled off her sticky panties. Beth was a juicy girl when it came to sex, and even a quick cum like this left her underwear drenched in a sopping mess of lady goo. Dewy drops of female ejaculation glistened in the delicate hairs of her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hairs. She pitched the spent, soggy panties into the hamper basket in the corner and proceeded to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.
Beth lathered up under the soothing spray, keeping an eye toward the steam-fogged mirror in case Bobby might appear. But to her disappointment, she finished the shower in solitude. Chewing her lip in annoyance, Beth returned to the bedroom, still toweling off. A quick glance at the laundry hamper confirmed her suspicions. As usual, her cunt-scented panties had disappeared, snatched up during her shower. Wanting to avoid an awkward confrontation, Beth had allowed this pattern to go unchallenged, but tonight she had enough. Hands on her hips, she bolstered her courage. Dropping her towel, she rummaged to the back of a dresser drawer for a package she had bought several weeks ago. She wasn’t sure she would ever dare to resort to this, but if her panty-stealing son wasn’t going to man up and make a move, Beth would have to do it for him. Pulling the leather straps and buckles snuggly into place, she wriggled her naked athletic hips into the strap-on harness. A large rubber cock bobbed ominously from her loins. She turned to admire herself in the mirror, giving the long hard shaft a sensual caress with her fingers. With a look of determination, she turned and strode into the hallway, down to Bobby’s bedroom.
Forgoing any attempts at secrecy, Beth pushed open the door and flipped on the light, revealing her son naked on the bed. A shriek of dismay burst from Bobby’s lips, muffled by his mother’s succulent panties. With one hand he stroked his hard cock, while the other pressed his mother’s pussy-soaked undies to his mouth. His eyes flew wide open in a panic as he frantically stuffed the incriminating garment under the covers, his lips still glistening wet with his mother’s savory vaginal lubrication.
“I... I was just... ah...” Bobby stammered, his face burning red with shame. A nervous glance downward revealed his fist still wrapped around his prick. He withdrew his fingers as if they had touched hot iron. His rigid cock bobbed skyward, pulsating with the throbs of his pounding heart.
“Save it,” Beth snapped in reply, cutting off any lame attempt at an excuse. “You like the taste of your Mommy’s sticky panties?” Bobby gulped, frozen like a mouse in the gaze of a snake. “DO YOU!?” she barked. Bobby visibly flinched. Confronted with overwhelming evidence, a red flush of shame blossomed on his face as he offered the slightest hint of a fearful nod.
Beth smiled, sauntering over to the bed. Her strap-on cock bobbed in a hypnotizing rhythm, matching the sensual rolling of her naked hips. Bobby’s eyes widened in shock. “What... what’s that?” he inquired in a trembling voice as he spotted the huge phony prick.
“Never you mind,” Beth insisted, climbing onto the bed. Straddling her dumbfounded son’s upturned face between her firm thighs, she pulled the strap-on prick up out of the way. “If you want a taste so badly, all you have to do is ask,” she purred. Bobby’s trembling hands instinctively found their way to Beth’s taunt ass cheeks as she wriggled her loins closer to her son’s stunned face. “Lick me,” she demanded.
Bobby shuddered nervously, gazing up at his mother’s enticingly wet fuck slot. He licked his lips with anticipation, then eagerly extended his tongue. The tip made teasing contact with Beth’s ruffled twat, her oozing moisture setting his taste buds alight. Bobby groaned, pulling her down tighter, daring to slip his wriggling oral digit deeper into her snug, steamy twat.
“No, you know what, Little Man?” Beth chided, wagging a condemning finger as she changed her mind. Bobby drew back, his expression awash in vaginal juices and confusion. “You haven’t earned the right to eat out Mommy’s pussy,” Beth explained in a casual tone. Her gaze turned hard, dark eyes glittering in a domineering fashion. “I think you need rim out my tight little asshole first. Can you do that for me, baby? Do you want to tongue-fuck Mommy up the ass?”
Bobby froze. In all of his incestuous fantasies, the thought of pressing his lips onto his mother’s puckered asshole had never once crossed his mind. Was that something women really wanted -- a long, stiff tongue stuffed up their buttholes? The notion, though shocking, held a certain perverted appeal... Beth squirmed into position above him, easing forward until her puckered anus was fully exposed to her son’s lustful gaze. The wrinkled anal portal trembled, pulsating with lustful anticipation. Taking Bobby’s shocked silence as unspoken agreement, Beth pressed her ass downward, closing her eyes and sighing as her son’s lips lewdly made tentative contact with the tender flesh of her rectum.
Bobby was a nervous wreck, overwhelmed by the flood of events. But instinct took over and he sealed his lips tightly against his mother’s tight little shitter. Expecting a revolting taste, Bobby was surprised to find her quivering back passage pleasantly scented of lavender -- courtesy of the diligent scrubbing Beth had given it in the shower.
“Use your tongue!” Beth demanded as her son’s nuzzling became more enthusiastic. The tip of Bobby’s tongue obediently slipped out between his lips, wet with spit, probing, searching for the center of his mother’s tightly clenched rectal portal. Beth groaned, tossing her blonde hair as she arched her back, hands clutching hard at her large tits, hips slowly gyrating on her son’s smothered face. Bobby’s slithering tongue teased, licking and prodding. His nose pressed into her velvety fuck slot, adding further stimulation. Beth’s snug asshole began to pucker back and forth and Bobby soon matched its rhythm, stiffening his probing oral appendage. His cock twitched in response, oozing a glistening drop of precum as he heard his mother mewl like a kitten. Her asshole blossomed open and Bobby’s tongue squeezed inside. Beth’s hips bucked as her rectum clamped down tight, capturing her son’s delving tongue in an erotic anal embrace. She shuddered and her rectal tract convulsed, drawing his tongue further into the hot, humid grip of her bowels.
“Deeper!” Beth hissed urgently, her breath coming in ragged bursts of effort. Bobby mumbled something incoherent, his mouth fully engaged in a perverted French kiss with his mother’s trembling shitter. He clutched tightly at her squirming hips and probed deeply with his tongue. His mother jerked, hips grinding frantically. Her silky-smooth anus once again contracted, rippling, unwilling to release its loving grasp. Beth squealed with delight, an orgasm sending her muscles into quivering spasms. Vaginal juices gushed, pouring from her quivering twat down onto Bobby’s face. He responded, rapidly thrusting his tongue in and out of his mother’s fluttering anus, sending her spiraling into another shrieking fit of orgasmic pleasure. Finally, shivering as goosebumps raced up her spine, Beth rolled off her son, issuing tiny whimpering noises of satisfaction as her fingers desperately worked in her pussy, wringing every last bit of convulsive pleasure out of her lustful body.
As Beth recovered, she looked up, finding her son sitting up and looking at her with a cock-sure gaze. It was an expression she recognized well, worn by many a man who had rendered her into a shameful display of convulsing female flesh. But Beth steeled herself, unwilling to once again make herself subservient to someone who happened to have a prick.
“Lay down,” Beth commanded. Bobby grinned and did as he was told, fully expecting that his twitching cock was headed for a dip into that sweet snatch. But a look of confusion crossed his face at her next demand. “Grab your knees and spread ‘em,” Beth instructed in a tone that brokered no dispute.
“What...” Bobby puzzled.
Frustrated, Beth grabbed her son’s hand and placed it firmly underneath a knee, followed in turn by the other hand and knee. “Now pull up those knees and spread that ass for me,” she demanded.
Bobby complied, a confused expression on his face as he pulled his knees upward, putting himself in an awkward and vulnerable position with his virgin asshole completely exposed. “There it is,” Beth beamed a smile, stroking her fingers expectantly down the length of her strap-on cock. “There’s that tight little ass-pussy that Mommy wants to fuck.” She reached out and playfully prodded a manicured fingertip against her son’s puckered butthole. “Ummm... cherry tight,” she observed as Bobby issued a small squeak of protest. “Let’s just see if we can’t get that little fuck hole stretched with a good workout.”
“Oh I don’t know...” Bobby whimpered, his protest dwindling off under Beth’s unwavering stare. He fearfully glanced down, taking a sudden and concerned interest in his mother’s strap-on prick. The first inescapable fact was its intimidating length, easily twelve full inches of menacing cock shaft. And while it started small at the tip, it tapered aggressively along its length, flaring from an inch in diameter at the business end to an alarming three inches at the base. The prick was molded with thick, bulging veins, adding a realistic texture. And Bobby couldn’t help but notice his mother’s color of choice was a dark ebony tint -- the quintessential big, black, cock. Despite his trepidations, he squirmed in anticipation, pulling his knees up higher and spreading himself wide open for his mother’s pleasure.
Beth smiled at her son’s meek compliance. “Are you Mommy’s little bitch?” she teased, easing a couple of fingers into her silky pussy and withdrawing the glistening wet digits. Bobby shuddered, pensively chewing his lower lip as he offered a subdued nod. Beth stroked her fingers along the length of the firm rubber prick, lubricating the long hard shaft.
“Tell me you want it,” Beth insisted, fisting the rigid shaft and gently prodding the rounded tip against Bobby’s tender anus. “Beg your Mommy to fuck you.”
“Oh god. I don’t...” Bobby gasped. Beth’s other hand searched under the covers, finding the cum-drenched panties her son had stolen. Gently she pushed the moist garment into his mouth, silencing any further protests. Bobby sighed, his mouth watering as the succulent taste and aroma of his mother’s pussy overwhelmed his senses. Beth slowly ground the ominous cock shaft against Bobby’s asshole, teasing. Then she stopped, waiting for her son’s final submission. All but unnoticed, his reluctance crumbled as he offered a subdued whimper.
A muffled groan was all the protest he offered as Beth slowly rocked her hips and began to push. Bobby’s eyes flew wide as his asshole strained. Muffled noises issued from his panty-stuffed mouth, his head shaking from side to side. Beth’s hand clamped firmly down over his mouth. “Take it, you little fucking sissy,” she hissed, punctuating the remark with a sharp thrust of her hips. “Take Mommy’s big cock up your tight little bitch ass!” Bobby jerked, feeling his tightly clenched resistance falter. Several inches of his mother’s strap-on cock squeezed into his puckered rectum. His eyes watered, not from pain but from the glorious humiliation that only a man can know when his mommy fucks him up the butt.
Beth paused, giving Bobby’s trembling asshole a moment to adjust to the huge invasion. Then she slowly withdrew. The tip of the cock popped free, leaving her son’s anus puckering open and closed in a frantic spasm. Beth plunged back in, watching with satisfaction as several more inches of the cock’s increasing girth gave that snug little anus a fine stretching. She eased to a stop, half of the huge prick firmly inserted. Bobby’s nostrils flared as he desperately sucked in a breath.
A red flush of shame again rose up Bobby’s face. Try as he might, he could not restrain the lustful urges of his body. With a groan he slowly rolled his hips, taking another inch of his mother’s strap-on up the ass. Beth nodded with approval and drew back. Once again she slipped her fingers into her dripping cunt and applied a slick sheen of vaginal lubrication to her fake cock. Bobby moaned lustfully as she thrust back in, grinding his hips in eager response. Beth stroked out and forcefully back in as her son’s obscenely splayed legs quivered. Her creamy upper thighs pressed up against him, her wet, furry muff grinding against his naked ass cheeks. Bobby gasped, knowing she was fully embedded in his rectum, understanding the sensation of being truly, completely fucked.
Beth firmly grasped his ankles, one in each hand, splaying his legs open in a V before her. “Jack off your pathetic little cock,” she purred, her hips falling into a sensual rolling motion that stroked twelve inches of impressive strap-on back and forth. Bobby’s prick was actually a fair bit of man meat, eight inches in length, but Beth wasn’t willing to give her son the satisfaction of a compliment. He didn’t seem to mind the insult, obediently wrapping the fingers of both hands around his fully aroused dick. Falling into a natural rhythm that matched his mother’s oscillating hips, he firmly stroked his cock.
Beth gave a hard thrust, pushing her son against the headboard. He leaned forward, contorting his back. “Closer!” Beth demanded, encouraging him with another rough, ass-fucking push. His face pressed nearer to the business end of his cock, only several inches away. A dribble of precum oozed from the flared, pulsing tip, dripping down onto his chest. “Now open your pretty little whore mouth.” Bobby stared down the length of his prick, the throbbing fleshy shaft pointed directly at his face.
His mother’s perverted intent dawned on him. With little dignity left to lose, he abandoned himself to his fate, licking his lips with anticipation. Trembling fingers clasped tight, he furiously began to pleasure himself. Beth shifted her hips into high gear, driving her rubber cock like a piston back and forth in Bobby’s quivering rectum. His hips bucked as his nut sack contracted. Frothing cum launched from his cock, straight and true into his waiting mouth. He flinched, but shook off the revulsion of his self-inflicted facial. Another orgasmic surge erupted, splattering him from nose to chin. Beth thrust hard and deep, grinding her moist loins against his ass. The anal stimulation fired another powerful surge of cum, arching through the air to lather her son’s cheeks. He blinked, the salty sting of cum splattered across his left eye. The next fountain of cum flew true, straight into his open mouth. He grimaced but swallowed it down, his lips open and waiting for the spray that followed, and then another, blast after sticky blast coating his cum-drenched face.
Bobby’s stamina finally faltered. His hips bucked and his balls contracted, but only a weak spurt of cum only spattered across his chest. He gripped his cock firmly, squeezing his balls and coaxed one final jet of cum into his mouth. The remaining twitches produced only diminishing dribbles that trickled onto his tummy. Tense muscles finally uncoiled and he sighed with exhaustion.
With a wet slurp, Beth withdrew her rubber cock from Bobby’s gaping asshole. Unbuckling the harness, she dropped the strap-on onto the bed with a muffled thud. Graceful as a cat, she lowered herself face to face with her son, sensual lips pursed as she sought out a thick glob of oozing semen on Bobby’s cheek. Beth’s tongue slithered out, licking, savoring the taste of her son’s splattered cum. She lavished attention on his face, saving the glistening streamers of goo on his mouth for last. Their lips met, passionately entwining. Her tongue probed and Bobby’s mouth parted eagerly to accept his mother’s talented oral appendage.
Blindly, Beth’s fingers trailed down over Bobby’s stomach, teasing his nest of pubic hair before firmly wrapping a loving embrace around his semi-rigid cock. Bobby groaned, hips writhing as Beth’s talented fingers relentlessly stroked new life into her son’s spent prick.
Soon restored to a proper state of erection, Bobby’s cock swelled another inch in length, quivering with anticipation. Beth rolled off her son, moving into a position on her hands and knees. “Fuck me, baby,” she whimpered. “Fuck Mommy’s hot little pussy.”
Bobby grinned as he maneuvered himself into position behind her. “Are you going to be gentle?” Beth rasped, a quivering tremble in her voice. Both son and mother knew the answer. Bobby reached down and wrapped his fingers into his mother’s hair, firmly pushing her face into the pillow. Beth put up mock resistance. “Please... no...” she begged, fully meaning “yes.” She spread her knees wider, rolling her hips upward. Her ruffled pussy lips glistened with lewd moisture, dripping down onto the sheets. Bobby thrust. Beth howled with pain and lustful satisfaction as the full length of her son’s rigid cock hammered balls-deep into her tight, aching cunt.
“Umm! Umm! Umm!!” Were the only muffled grunts of pleasure escaping from Beth’s lips as her son’s hard prick repeatedly spiked into her eager twat. His hips pistoned like a machine and Beth bucked, meeting him thrust for cunt-wrecking thrust. Soft, sensual pleasure was forgotten, replaced by a frantic, animalist instinct. Beth writhed under the onslaught, her movements restrained by Bobby’s firm grip on the back of her head. The thought briefly flashed through Beth’s mind that the intensity of their passion felt almost like a rape, except she was a more-than-willing partner.
Beth squealed, feeling an unexpected contact with the frantically puckering flesh of her anus. “Bobby! No!” she protested, even as her hips swiveled in eager response. Her son’s hand on her head pressed Beth’s face deeper into the pillow. His other hand grasped the back of the discarded strap-on cock, the dangling harness tickling Beth’s naked thighs. She squirmed futilely. But turn-about was fair play, Beth reasoned, accepting the inevitable. The huge rubber prick that she had used to plunder her son’s asshole was now probing its way into her own extremely snug shitter.
“Oh god...” Beth groaned. “It’s too big, Bobby! It’s too big for Mommy’s tight little ass!” Both mother and son knew that Beth’s protest was only offered as a challenge. Bobby pressed harder with the ass-plundering dildo, never once missing a stroke with his incestuous cunt-stuffing prick. Beth bucked like a breeding mare, feeling her straining anus begin to flutter. She squealed as the rounded tip invaded her clenched rectal portal and began to slide into her steamy, quivering bowels. Her mewl of protest transformed into a lustful howl, muffled by the pillow. The slippery rubber prick plowed into her slippery rectum, stretching her open as the girth increased with every relentless inch after inch of agonizingly wonderful penetration.
Finally the seemingly endless rubber prick eased to a stop, fully inserted with the restraining harness pressed up tight against Beth’s obscenely stretched little asshole. She shuddered, feeling the tender flesh of her tight anus straining around the massive girth. Bobby fully withdrew the dildo, a wet sucking sound filling the room as her clutching rectum reluctantly gave up its grasping embrace.
“So pretty,” Bobby breathed with awestruck reverence, running the tip of his index finger around the gaping rim of his mother’s gaping anus.
Beth shivered, never having felt so exposed and violated. “Put it back in,” she begged, tears of pleasure clouding her vision as her son obediently stuffed the massive rubber cock back into her eager shit socket. He released his grip on the dildo and Beth’s trembling bowels contracted, instinctively trying to expel it. Several inches pushed from her puckered ass before Bobby’s weight descended onto his mother’s back. His firm tummy pushed up against her upturned ass cheeks, forcing the dildo back into her depths. Her son’s clutching fingers found her tits, grasping and squeezing hard as his hips lunged forward with a punishing cock-stroke into her mother’s wet, squeezing cunt. Beth groaned, savoring every glorious inch of her double penetration.
Beth’s teeth rattled as Bobby’s fuck-thrusts became more urgent. Mother and son both panting desperately, surged towards their orgasmic finale. Beth’s fingers clutched at the bed sheets, struggling for traction as she urgently rocked her hips backwards in time with her son’s movements. Each driving lunge of her son’s body slapped wetly against Beth’s upturned rump, driving both his fleshy prick and the huge rubber cock into her lustful fuck holes. A rippling orgasm started in Beth’s thighs, firm muscles quivering as the sensation spread to her tummy and then erupted into her abused little twat and asshole. She shrieked into the pillow, muffled screams of passion bursting forth as dazzling lights flickered across her vision.
Bobby bellowed like a bull, lunging hard with a powerful thrust that lifted his mother’s knees from the bed. “Take it, you fucking whore!” He yelled, mindless of what the neighbors might overhear. His balls contracted and his cock swelled, a thunderous rush of cum surging through the pulsing fleshy shaft. Beth howled, feeling her son’s frothing semen explode into the frantically convulsing depths of her pussy. Bobby drew back and thrust again, perspiration glistening on his body as he unloaded another powerful jet deep into his mommy’s wonderful snatch. Again and again he withdrew and thrust, his loins flattening the firm cheeks of his mother’s naked ass with every full-depth lunge. Beth’s pussy contracted into a frantic spasm of orgasmic pleasure, sucking her son’s hot load deep into her womb. Finally Bobby’s incestuous fuck-thrusts became erratic. He shivered, pressing himself deep into his mother’s pussy as he wrung a final surge of foaming sperm deep into her grateful twat. Then he collapsed on her back, panting with exhaustion.
Mother and son stayed coupled for several minutes, desperately heaving for breath, fingers roaming over each other sweat-soaked skin. Finally Bobby’s rock hard prick began to soften and it slipped from Beth’s pussy with a wet slurp. Her abused pussy gaped in an obscene oval, drooling a steady trickle of their combined sexual juices. Her bowels squeezed, slowly pressing the huge rubber prick from the loving confines of her asshole. That once tight little rectal portal was a gaping pink cave, puckering back and forth in post-orgasmic pleasure until it slowly, almost reluctantly, drew itself closed.
Bobby rolled onto his back, overcome with a laugh of exhaustion. On her knees, Beth maneuvered herself into position over her son’s upturned face. Bobby’s eyes opened, gazing upward into the wreckage of his mommy’s well-fucked pussy. A drip of cum slipped from her ruffled vaginal lips, dangling and then dripping down onto Bobby’s cheek. Beth looked down, smiling. “I think you’ve finally earned the right to lick out Mommy’s twat,” she purred, her fingers spreading open her cum-splattered vaginal gash and lowering herself down onto Bobby’s waiting face. Bobby licked his lips in anticipation, sighing with satisfaction as his mother’s firm creamy thighs closed down around his head and his tongue slipped up into the overflowing grotto of her hot, dripping cunt. -->
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