Janice Roberts said nothing as her Joey raised her legs by the ankles until her head was on the bed. She felt her skirt rise to her hips, exposing her soft white panties. Janice was sick with desire, so she said nothing when he had reached for the waistbands and slowly dragged them up her thighs.
"Joey!" she uttered when she knew what display was before the boy. Joey had her legs high in the air, crossed at the ankles, panties hanging from her high heeled shoes.
"Sshhh. Mom, you need this," he whispered almost therapeutically. "I hear you at night. Mom, you used to wait 'til I leave for work to play with you pussy. Now you do it with me just down the hall."
Janice felt her face burn from the shameful truth. She said nothing. The boy's large prick bobbed as he came closer.
(Oh God, she couldn't) Janice thought while staring at his lean but muscular body. She was so very horny for cock that her pussy throbbed to his touch.
"Joey, y-you can't have sex with your mother." Her voice had little conviction in it.
"I'm not going to fuck you Mom. You're my mother." With Janice's legs high in the air he pried her thighs open and placed his head between them.
"I'm going to suck you."
"Unggh, no Joey! Don't put your tongue there!"
Joey was too busy licking to reply. He loved the taste of his mother's pussy, shoving his tongue between the hot thickened folds of her juice slickened cunt. Janice feebly tried to twist away, fearing how she'd act to the attention paid to her cunt. Her pussy was already itchier than it was before he began eating it.
"Please Joey! Stop that right now damn-it!"
Joey didn't listen. He pulled her pussy lips open with his fingers and thrust his tongue deeper into her fragrant hole. Cunt-cream was running from the depths of her pussy and her clit became fat and swollen, at the top of her fur-fringed slit.
Joey proved skillful at eating pussy. He swabbed at her clit as he slipped two fingers into her cunt-hole.
"Unngggh! No! Joey, yes!" wailed Janice as she showered his face in juices. He had started sucking her clit hard while shafting his fingers up her slit.
Janice began bucking her hips, shoving her horny little cunt into her son's face. She was cumming. She could feel the tingles at her tit-nips and even her asshole.
"Joey, stop! You're going to make your Mother cuuumm!" and her throbbing pussy spasmed and spewed, giving Joey a mouthful of sauce to eat and swallow. He stayed with her clit and fingered her pussy thru the orgasms that lasted nearly a minute. Janice felt worn down by her son's persistence, and also satisfied. She really didn't notice when Joey had slipped away and left her alone to sleep.
* * * * *
Janice admired her naked form in her bathroom vanity mirror, thinking how well that it defied the years of being thirty-something.
She had done her hair up, face make-up, and was smelling very good. Janice had left but to dress for her dinner date with Jack Carson. She wondered how much she'd give in to him if he was insistent. Her body was still tingly from what had happened earlier that day. But this also infuriated Janice. The nerve of the boy!
Janice was wrapped in a large terry-clothed towel as she angrily walked down the hall. She was shaken by his actions and decided to have a word with him, before her date. She was sure to dress before she'd scold him severely, reestablishing the rules, and to forbid him to touch ever again in such a manner. She decided to peek in thru the jarred door of his bedroom first, to insure that he was still home. The sight nearly floored her.
Joey was nude and sleeping on top of his covers. His body glistened with sweat and looked so taut to Janice. Then she noticed that his huge cock was stirred half-erect, laying across his thigh. It must have been the biggest thing she'd ever seen and she felt moistness growing between her legs. She stood there long enough to study his form, unable to pull away. Janice didn't know what caused the door to open, or why the bed was descending upon her. She stood at his bedside not knowing consciously, that she needed a closer look.
Janice felt self-pity. She told herself that she was here to cover his naked body, but she didn't reached for the cover. She refused to take responsibility for what she actually reached for.
The nearly naked mother lightly caressed her teenaged son's cock with her hand. The more his privates pulsed from her touch, the more her own privates quaked. Soon she felt liquid lining her warm labia and her cunt was aching need fully.
Janice begged for the strength to leave, using her date with Jack for motivation. Then tears welled in her eyes at the realization that, (It isn't Jack's cock that I'm craving so badly, its the one that I'm jacking on right now!).
Joey was sleeping heavily but his cock was certainly awake!. Janice stroked the meaty slab firmly now, amazed at the thickness. The only thing like it came to her mind, and against her will, she thought of that damned Jenkins boy. His cock was ungodly immense. Joey's cock was probably an inch or so shorter than that thing, but definitely fatter. Janice was unable to circle it with her hand. She thought that the thing was monstrous, with life of it's own.
Janice's cunt was drenched now as streaks of pussy nectar stained her thighs. She was mad with passion and fuck lust. She found the rationale that she could mount this monster without waking the teenaged boy it belonged to. Janice had her knees on either side of his hips, supporting her weight with her thighs. She'd be careful not to lean forward unto his chest, she could ride just the big plum-head and a little of the stalk. The impossibility of fucking her own teenaged son without waking him was inevitable, but Janice was mad with lust for his cock. So she found the rationale.
Janice reached down for Joey's cock impatiently, wrapping her fingers around it, and directed it at her dripping cunt. She whimpered and bit her lip as she felt the meaty fucker stretching her pussy lips to bursting around its thickness.
