Carla woke with an itch in her pussy, her hand sliding down to put a little pressure on her cunny as the last remnants of her sexy dream played through her mind. Stretching, she reached out for Jeff, her boyfriend who should have been in bed next to her, but wasn't. Sitting up, she blinked in the faint light of the moon streaming through the soft white curtains, her fingers still playing idly with the pouty lips of her sex.
"Where could he have gone?" she wondered silently, looking about the unfamiliar room. She and Jeff had driven up to his mother's for the holidays, planning to spend four days with her over Christmas. They had settled into the guest room his mother had made up for them, and because all the rooms were close together, Jeff had turned down her numerous attempts to fuck. Now her pussy was on fire and she had planned to take him while he was sleeping, but he was gone!
Guessing that Jeff would return shortly, Carla began to masturbate, warming herself up for his eventual return. The sight of her writhing on the bed, her hand buried in her panties, fingers stroking her well juiced cunt should be enough to jump start his engine and get him to forget that he might wake his poor old mother.
Except that Gail wasn't poor or old. Well, of course she was older than Jeff, but only by about sixteen years, having been a teenager when she'd given birth to her only child. And she wasn't poor, though she lived modestly in this small home. Her study was filled with glamorous photos of herself over her illustrious career as a model. Carla could clearly see where Jeff had gotten his good looks.
Thinking of Jeff and his physical charms, she wondered if his mother knew how large her son's cock was. Carla's taunting smile was filled with the secret knowledge that Jeff's magnificent cock was more than a pussy pleaser, it was a device of cuntal mastery. Being stretched open by his monster was the stuff of her dreams, in fact that was what woke her this very evening. Three days without it was starting to wear on her and she was determined to get the proper pounding she craved. With a huff, she threw off the blankets and set off in search of her man.
The dark house was quiet except for the occasional creak, Carla having to move forward slowly as she moved out into the hallway, trying to remember the layout of the house and the many knickknacks that were strewn about. Tiptoeing carefully, she made her way to the end of the hallway and looked out over the living room. Spots of moonlight dotted the empty room, enough for her to creep along with only stubbing her foot once.
The kitchen was through the archway just ahead and she anticipated he'd be standing at the counter, a glass of milk in his hand. She'd come up behind and grab him playfully, letting him know that satisfying her need wasn't negotiable any longer, even if it meant his mother waking up. The soft carpet hushed her foot steps, but it couldn't quiet her gasp as she peered around the corner.
Jeff was leaning up against the counter, his chest bare and his head thrown back as his hands held the back of his mother's head as she bobbed up and down in his groin. Carla's heart began to race as she watched mother and son in such an intimate moment, her pussy flooding at the sight. It wasn't the first time Carla had seen Jeff with another woman, she herself had met him through a girlfriend who had invited her to be a third in their bed. Meghan had gotten too possessive for Jeff's taste and it wasn't long until he was calling Carla directly. Going with the flow had always been Jeff's style, as soon as someone got uptight, they just didn't exist to him anymore.
Carla's fingers slipped back into her panties, the puffy lips of her pussy slick with her sticky flow as she worked herself over slowly, watching Gail as she slurped noisily on her son's hard cock. As his mother bobbed her tits swung freely in the filmy night gown, Jeff's hands reaching around to take hold of one and feel the hefty weight. Carla watched from the doorway, tweaking her own nipples underneath the cotton tank top as she strummed her cunt steadily.
"Oh baby, Momma has missed this," Gail hissed, stroking his cock, her drool coating his pole. "You remember the first time I did this? You remember Momma giving you your first blowjob?"
Jeff only groaned, pushing his cock back into her mouth. Carla's eyes widened as her excitement built, she wanted to hear about his first blowjob! She had never really considered incest before, but she knew that Jeff had a large sexual appetite and seemed to find willing partners wherever he went, so was it any wonder that his mother hadn't been immune to his presence? Carla laughed silently at herself, thinking she had one upped Gail because of Jeff's endowment, when in reality his mother had been his first lover.
"Do I still do it the best?" Gail asked, her voice soft and pleading. "Does your Momma still suck your cock the best?"
"Oh, god yes," Jeff groaned. "No one will ever compare to you Mom. You will always be the best to me."
Several long minutes passed as Gail continued to suck her son's cock. The sound of her mouth taking him deeper filled Carla's ears, amazed as the woman was clearly deep throating his prodigious tool. Finally she paused, stroking him slowly as she turned to look up at her son again.
"Is Carla the one baby?" Gail asked. Carla's heart suddenly stopping at those words, her fingers freezing in place as she strained to hear his next words.
"I don't know Mom," Jeff began. "She's very special, I know that. She can handle a lot, I guess I'm still just afraid to bring her in on this last part."
"Well baby," Gail soothed, "I guess only you will know. I just hope you don't wait too long and let the right one get away."
