Marty rolled his mother over onto her back and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. Then, without another word he began to pound his long, hard prick deep into her gooey pussy. It was filled with his sperm and his mother's cunt-juice and felt a little less tight than before, but
Marty didn't mind, that simply meant he'd be able to last a lot longer, and he wanted to fuck his gorgeous, sexy mother all night long if it was possible.
Kate was in seventh heaven, her wonderful young hunk of a son was fucking her like a stud stallion, really slamming his cock into her cunt hard, the way she liked it… the way her husband never had. She had to admit that her son was a better lover by far than her ex-husband, and she had him all to herself, to fuck whenever she wanted. And judging by
Marty's insatiable efforts so far, Kate knew that she wouldn't be able to go for long without her son's magnificent young cock pounding her pussy.
The next night, Paul stayed over at Randy's house as planned, and
Alison found herself admiring her son's handsome young friend more and more. Both boys were wearing tight jeans and T-shirts which showed off their muscular young bodies to perfection. Alison was in a constant state of arousal just being around them. Paul was absolutely gorgeous, she thought. He was tall and athletic-looking with more than his share of his mother Monica's good looks.
All through the evening, Alison found excuses to be with them. Paul seemed to like her company, and Alison flirted with him shamelessly, much to Randy's annoyance. After dinner, while Paul was taking a shower Randy confronted his mother.
"Mom, what is it with you tonight?", he asked. "You've been all over
Paul like a rash."
"Don't tell me, Mommy's little baby is jealous?", teased Alison.
"Come on, Mom, be serious!", whined Randy. "You want to fuck Paul, don't you? That's what all this cutesy stuff tonight was all about, wasn't it!?"
"Maybe I do," said Alison, "Would you mind if I did?… Fuck Paul, I mean."
Randy thought about it for a second then gave his mother a lewd wink.
"I guess not, Mom", he grinned, pulling her into his arms. "As long as
I get my share."
Alison dropped her right hand to Randy's crotch and gave her son's swollen cock-bulge a playful squeeze through his pants.
"Don't worry about that, honey," she murmured, "I'm so horny lately,
I've got more than enough to go around."
"So I noticed, Mom!", chuckled Randy, squeezing his mother's ass suggestively. "Think we have time for a quick one before Paul get's out of the shower?"
"I don't know, sweetheart, let's find out!", smiled Alison pulling her son down the hallway towards her bedroom.
Paul had intended to take a long, relaxing hot shower as he always did at home, but on second thought decided to make it short and sweet. He was only a guest here, and it wasn't polite to hog all the hot water.
Stepping out of the shower, Paul reached for the towel, Alison had left him and leisurely dried himself off. His clothes were in Randy's room so he wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. He was halfway down the hall when he heard strange moaning noises coming from the bedroom across from Randy's. `That's Mrs. Ross' room,' he thought maybe she's sick or something.'
As Paul got closer, he noticed the door was slightly ajar and peeked inside. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Alison was stretched out naked on her bed with Randy, equally naked, between his mother's wide-stretched thighs, slamming his rock-hard cock into her bucking cunt.
"Jeeessus!", whispered Paul, under his breath. His friend was fucking
HIS mom too!
Paul stared wide-eyed as Randy continued to ram his mother's wet, clinging cunt full of hard, teenage prick. As Paul stood there, rooted to the spot, his own cock began to swell automatically at the sight, of
Randy's long glistening weapon pounding savagely into his gorgeous, naked mother. Paul had always thought Mrs Ross was one hell of a foxy lady, and now, seeing her getting fucked by her own son made his prick ache with need. He thought of his own mother and wished he was home right now, doing the same thing to her that Randy was doing to Alison. But his mother was on a guilt trip and had refused to give in to his requests that they have sex regularly. Paul watched in envy as his friend really hammered it to his sexy, willing mother.
Randy soon had his mother on the brink of orgasm. The pleasure was so intense that Alison had to cover her own mouth with her hand to stop from squealing out as she normally did. She tried desperately to keep silent as Randy pumped his cock vigorously into her spasming cunt, she didn't want Paul to hear her over the noise of the shower. It wasn't until after
Randy's cock exploded in her cunt that Alison realized she couldn't hear the shower running anymore!
"Shit!!", she gasped, scrambling off the bed. "Quick! Paul's finished his shower!"
"Fuck!", exclaimed Randy, grabbing his jeans and shirt from the foot of his mother's bed.
As the frantic pair dressed, Paul raced back to the bathroom and closed the door. He waited until he heard them pass by outside, then opened the bathroom door and went to Randy's room to dress, as if nothing had happened.
The rest of the night, Paul couldn't stop staring at Alison. The sight of her gorgeous, naked body stretched out under her son was etched into his horny young brain. His cock was in a constant state of semi-hardness just thinking about it. Alison seemed to notice it too. If he wasn't mistaken, she was stealing sly little glances at the bulge in his crotch every chance she got.
Randy suggested he and Paul get an early night since they had to make an early start the next day. Reluctantly, Paul agreed. He much preferred to stay up and talk to Randy's sexy mother, but Randy was insistent.
After almost an hour of tossing and turning, Paul was still wide awake. His mind was filled with lewd fantasies of Randy's mother. He imagined her sucking his cock, spreading those long, creamy legs wide to take his cock in her juicy cunt, and bending over to let him ram his cock up her gorgeous firm little ass. He was just about to jerk off with the frustration of it all when he heard Alison's bedroom door open and the light padding of footsteps heading down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. Without thinking, Paul got out of bed and followed, not really knowing what he was going to say to her.
"Well, hello there, handsome," Alison said, smiling pleasantly as Paul walked into the kitchen. "I thought you'd be dead to the world by now.
Can't you sleep?"
"Oh, I guess I've got insomnia," Paul mumbled, shrugging feebly as he looked at Alison, trying desperately to think of something to say besides what was going through his mind. She sat at the kitchen table in a short terry robe, sipping a small glass of brandy. "I guess I was kinda hoping you'd have milk in the fridge. That usually helps me get to sleep."
"Why, certainly, honey. Just have a seat and I'll get you a glass."
Alison rose, glancing at Paul's crotch as she turned toward the refrigerator. The youth's prick looked semi-swollen, and it was obviously a big one. Alison had no way of knowing that Paul couldn't sleep because he was thinking about her, or that he was horny and frustrated because his mother, Monica had refused to have anything to do with him sexually since their first torrid coupling days before. All she knew was that the quick fuck with Randy earlier had not been near enough to satisfy her. In fact, it just left a wet need pulsing in her pussy. She was still very, very horny.
`No, I shouldn't!' Alison thought, hesitating as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out the carton of milk. `It's bad enough that I'm fucking my own son. I shouldn't seduce his friend too!' But her pussy was throbbing out a different tune and Alison grew hornier by the second as she thought of the delicious young cock bulging through Paul's underwear only feet away.
With her back turned to Paul as she fetched a glass from the shelf,
Alison deliberately loosened the sash of her robe, so that when she turned around, it would "accidentally" fall open.
"I can heat up the milk, if you want, Paul."
"No, that's okay." Paul sat on the chair in front of the table. "Hot or cold, as long as it goes in my stomach."
Alison smiled sweetly as she turned back to him, carrying the carton and glass. Paul's bulging eyes went straight to her body. The loose robe now gaped open far enough so that he could see the inner slopes of her large jiggling tits. God, even his mother didn't have tits as big as those, though Paul.
"Th..thanks, Mrs. Ross," he mumbled.
She put the milk and the glass on the table, but remained standing in front of him. She smiled as she watched Paul's eyes move down, seeing her rounded belly through the partially-open robe, and the shadow of her richly-furred cunt. Alison stole a glance at the boy's crotch. She suppressed a sigh as she saw that her son's friend was growing a simply enormous hard-on, a huge, pulsing shaft of flesh that bulged obscenely through the crotch of his shorts.
"Don't you want your milk, Paul?"