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Sharon jerked her knees to one side. “Bobby, let’s go home and I’ll let you… fuck me.”
“Show your cunt, Mom!”
Sharon sucked in a hiss of air, staring down at the table. She had agreed to this while they had been excited, playing with each other, and now she couldn’t go through with it. There was one way she could get him to let her go home. Maybe.
“Honey,” she said, leaning toward him and whispering as softly as she could. “I’ll let you fuck me in my pussy.”
Bobby grinned. “You still gotta do this, just like we said, Mom.”
“In my cunt, baby,” she whispered seductively, willing to promise anything to get out of this. “You can put your cock in mother’s cunt and fuck it, honey.”
“Open your legs,” he hissed back at her. “Flash your cunt and then we’ll go home and I’ll fuck your pussy.”
“Bobby, please,” she whimpered.
He started to shove a hand beneath the table.
“I will!” she said quickly.
She opened her thighs, but closed them quickly, looking about, frightened.
Bobby knew what she had done. “You gotta keep them open, Mom, just the way you said you would.”
“Fuck me, Bobby,” she whispered. “Please, take me home and fuck me in my cunt. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Bobby sat still, looking at his mother.
She gave in.
With a furious heat in her face, her eyes cast down to the table, she parted her knees, leaving them open. Anyone glancing at them would have seen her panties. Sharon felt as if she would die with embarrassment, but she also felt her cunt swelling, her clit protruding in a hard knot, her nipples more pronounced beneath the clinging dress.
“Bobby,” she whispered throatily, “I think I’m going to come!”
Bobby giggled. “Do it, Mom. Come!”
With a strangled sob, Sharon came. Her knees were spread open, the crotch of her panties on display. The hairy pussylips inside the tight band of her panties contracted, and she squeezed her hands into fists on top of the small table.
“That woman is looking at you, Mom!” Bobby hissed.
Sharon couldn’t lift her eyes. She was coming and it felt fantastic, and her face burned with embarrassment. Her cunt went through powerful contractions, time and again, and she felt hers elf growing weak as she clenched her hands.
“Are you coming, Mom?”
“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh, God, yes!”
“My cock is hard,” he said.
“Is the woman still looking at me?”
“Yes, she is,” Bobby replied. “She looks interested.”
“Ohhh!” Sharon groaned as her orgasm increased in power, her legs spread widely. Before she could stop herself, her right hand slipped from the table and dropped into her son’s lap. She felt his cock throbbing hard inside his pants. “Is she still watching?”
“Yes, Mom, and grinning, too.”
Sharon clutched at her son’s cock with her hand, and a final explosion inside her cunt sent rippling tremors through her. She couldn’t lift her face, and her orgasm receded. She turned loose of her son’s cock, and then closed her legs shyly.
Finally she looked up, and saw the woman smiling at her.
“Oh, God!” she whimpered. “Let’s go! She looks like she wants to come over here!”
She clutched her son’s hand as she stood up, and before she could move off, the woman winked at her, and ran her tongue over her lips.
Walking swiftly, she felt her short skirt clinging to her ass, her long thighs flashing. She pulled her son from the mall and almost ran to the car. She climbed in quickly, but her son caught the door, holding it open.
“One more peek, Mom,” he said, grinning at her.
“Let’s go home, please!”
“Once more,” he insisted.
“I want to fuck you,” she said, gripping the wheel with white knuckles. “I have to fuck you now, Bobby! Come on, get in!”
“One more peek,” he said, and he reached for her knee.
“Then we’ll go?”
He nodded.
Sharon shoved her leg from the car, holding it very wide. Bobby stood back and gazed between her legs, seeing her panties, the wetness of them. She started to pull the leg back, but Bobby stopped her.
“Wait,” be said.
Sharon then saw why.
A man was walking along between the parked cars, his face on her. She blushed furiously, knowing he was seeing her crotch, her legs. Quickly, she pulled her foot into the car, and Bobby shut the door.
But when he sat beside her, Sharon didn’t start the car. She grabbed her son’s hand and pulled it between her legs.
“Feel,” she said. “I’m so fucking wet!”
Bobby ran his hand into his mother’s crotch, feeling her drenched panties. She pressed his hand hard against her bubbling cunt, and he pushed her panties into her pussy gash. His cock was swollen inside his pants, and holding his hand between her thighs, she grabbed his cock hard, making him pant.
“God, I came so hard in there!” she said. “Aren’t you glad you did it now, Mom?”
“It was… exciting,” she admitted, squeezing his cock inside his pants. “But we have to get home, fast. Hold my pussy, baby!”
Bobby sat close to her, his hand between his mother’s thighs as she drove quickly. Her panties were soaked with pussy juice, and he worked a finger inside the crotch, easing it into her pussy.
“Oooo, yes, baby!” she hissed, sliding her hips forward on the seat. “Fingerfuck my cunt! Oh, make me come again!”
The car weaved as she struggled to keep it straight with one hand, her other clinging to his throbbing cock.
“DO I get some pussy now, Mom?” he asked, fucking his finger in her cunt hard and fast, making wet sounds. Sharon held her legs as wide open as she could, still driving. “Do I get to fuck your cunt now, Mom?”
Sharon drew in a deep breath, squeezing his cock as hard as she could.
“Yes!” she groaned, the word coming out choked and hot. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“It’s about time,” he laughed, fucking his finger in and out of her cunt swiftly. “You still wanna come now?”
“Yes, I do!”
Bobby shoved his other hand into her lap, puffing her panties to one side, and stabbed his mother’s cunt hard and violently. Sharon humped her hips into his hand, her vision foggy as she weaved the car toward home.
“Faster!” she groaned. “Fuck me faster!” Bobby leaned down, watching his finger flying in and out of his mother’s cunt, inhaling the exciting aroma that radiated up from her hairy, juicy cunt.
“Don’t squeeze my cock so hard, Mom,” he said. “You wanna make me come off, too?”
“Not yet?” she sobbed. “I want your cock in me when you come!”
She gulped, then shrieked softly, her cunt closing tightly about her son’s finger as she came.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The car rocked as she braked hard. She was out of it quickly, fumbling for the key. Bobby saw her clinging skirt was high on her ass, the seat of her skimpy panties showing. His cock almost burst out of his pants as he followed her to the door.
“Your ass is showing, Mom,” he giggled. “Oh!” she gasped, and jerked the skirt down quickly.
She opened the door, yanking it wide as she almost ran into the house. When Bobby closed the door, Sharon turned toward him, her eyes glowing on his cock.
“Get it out!” she hissed, jerking her skirt to her waist and ripping at her flimsy panties. There was a loud tearing sound as she yanked them from her hips.
Bobby opened his pants and shoved them down, stepping out of them as he gazed at his mother’s cunt. Sharon parted her legs, clawing at her bushy cunt with both hands, eyes hot as she saw his young cock jerking with hardness.
She went to her knees, stripping her dress over her head. She tossed it across the room, wearing her knee-length boots only. She sprawled onto her back, spreading her legs wide and arching her cunt upward.
“Hurry!” she gasped. “Hurry up, Bobby!”
“You said your cunt, Mom?”
“Yes!” she wailed. “Right up my fucking hot cunt, baby! Fuck mother up the hairy cunt — now!”
Bobby dropped between his mother’s legs. Sharon held them lewdly open, very wide, her cunt arching up. The pink cuntlips glistened wetly, her clit knotted and throbbing. Her eyes were wet with desire, her lips parted as she gasped with eagerness, with anticipation of feeling her son’s cock fucking into her burning cunt at last.
Bobby stared at his mother’s cunt. He gripped his cock in a tight fist, pumping it a few times.
Sharon moved her hands to her crotch, pulling the hairy cuntlips as wide open as she could.
“Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me now! Shove your cock up my hot cunt and fuck it hard!”
With a quick thrust, Bobby plunged his cock into his mother’s cunt, unable to take his time. Sharon screamed as she felt, her son’s cock spread the lips of her fiery cunt, the cockhead sliding swiftly into her. She hissed with ecstasy when his balls smashed at her uplifted ass. Immediately she began to swing her naked ass about, churning and humping up and down, fucking his cock before he could even start moving.
Bobby groaned with the boiling heat of his mother’s cunt around his cock. He fell forward, his hands clutching her firm tits as Sharon shoved her mouth against his. She pulled her hands away from her cunt and grabbed the cheeks of his ass. She rammed her tongue into his mouth, and Bobby sucked on it wildly, his hips pounding up and down, his cock stabbing frantically into the gripping wetness of his mother’s cunt.
Sharon lifted her legs, scissoring them up and down his hips, then closing them about his thighs. She humped and thrashed frantically beneath him, fucking against his stabbing cock mindlessly. She bounced her naked ass up and down on the floor, fucking her cunt onto his cock with each downward plunge he made. She gripped his ass with tight hands, urging him to fuck her hard, to pound her fiery cunt violently.
“Fuck me!” she screamed into his mouth. “Fuck mother’s cunt! Oooo, Bobby, fuck that hot, wet cunt! Fuck mother… fuck me hard and deep and… oh, ram it to me!”
Bobby gasped and groaned, his mother’s cunt squeezing at his cock the way her asshole and mouth had. The feel of her silky pussy grabbing on his prick sent his balls into trembling hardness, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming yet. He lifted up and back, staring down at his mother’s hairy cunt devouring his cock. Sharon clutched at her tits with both hands now, whipping her hips up and down with wanton lewdness, fucking onto his cock with absolute abandonment.
“Watch me!” she screamed. “Watch my cunt, baby! Oooo, see mother’s cunt fucking you? See my cunt fucking your big, hard cock?”
Bobby watched, the heat of his mother’s cunt almost searing the flesh from his hard-on. The sound of his balls smacking her grinding ass seemed loud in the room, exciting them both to greater efforts.
“Talk to me!” Sharon squealed. “Call me names… anything!”
“Fuck me, Mom!” Bobby hissed, staring at her cunt devouring his cock, watching her hairy pussylips clutch the cockshaft, racing up and down. “Fuck my cock with your hot cunt, Mom! Come on, you fucking hot cocksucker, tick my cock! Ram your hairy pussy on my prick, you fucking whore!”
“Oh, I am!” Sharon shrieked. “I am fucking your cock with my cunt! Mother is your fucking cocksucking whore! Oooo, my cunt is on fire! Your cock is so big and long, and it’s fucking me in my pussy!”
Rushing her hands from her tits, Sharon pulled the lips of her hairy cunt open again, smashing her distended clit brutally against the base of her son’s cock. She twisted her head from side to side, biting at her bottom lip, her lovely face contorted with the exquisite sensations of fucking her son at last with her hot, juicy cunt. Sharon strained her burning cunt hard against her son, grinding with erotic mindless movements.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she groaned. “Stab mother’s hot cunt with your hard cock! Fuck me, Bobby! Oooo, this is going to make me come… come so fucking hard! Pound my pussy, baby! Smash mother’s fucking cunt until I can’t walk! Fuck my cunt sore… fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!”
Bobby, on his knees, grabbed his mother’s gyrating hips, plunging his cock powerfully into her consuming cunt. Sharon screeched with the mind-shattering rapture, her cunt feeling very stuffed with her son’s cock. Every nerve of her pussy was being seared by the throbbing hardness. She swung her cunt in a frenzy as her son rammed into her so hard, the wet slapping of it seemed like a shot. She threw her crotch high, still puffing brutally at the hairy cuntlips, trying to open her cunt to get his cock deeper. Her movements were mindless, frantic. Even she had no idea she could fuck so wantonly. The lewd feeling of fucking her son grew until she could hardly bear the wild ecstasy. Her cunt was squeezing at his cock, her clit so swollen, it was aching. Her nipples felt as if they were going to burst, explode right off her tits.
Feeling her orgasm starting, Sharon began to pound the spike heels of her boots on the floor. At the same time her thighs clasped his plunging hips tightly. The friction of his naked flesh on her inner thighs, combined with his cock rammed so deeply into her cunt, sent her spinning and screaming into the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Her cunt closed about his hard cock almost too tightly. The squeezing action of her cunt clamped at the base of his cock, and when he pulled upward, her pussy sucked in a manner that made him think of her cocksucking mouth.
“Your cock… you’re making me come!” she shrieked, her head straining back, neck taut, her tits lifting into the air. She doubled her fists up and beat them against the floor. “You’re fucking mother’s cunt and I’m coming and I want you to fuck my pussy forever! Oohhhh, baby, baby! I’m coming so fucking hard! I love your cock, your hard, sweet cock, your hard, loaded balls, your fucking cock! Fuck me, fuck me hard! I’m coming, Bobby!”
Bobby grunted as his mother’s cunt drew on his prick, sucking with a hot, wet tightness he had not expected. His balls were very, very tight, and each fuckthrust into her pussy caused them to smash upon her fiery, shaking ass.
“Now!” he yelped, straining into her cunt. “I’m gonna come, Mom!”
“Come! Come hard!” she screeched. “Fill my fucking cunt! Come in my pussy! Ooooo, Bobby, mother’s cunt wants that come juice! Pour it to me! Pour that sweet come juice to my hungry cunt!”
Sharon wasn’t sure she felt his cock explode. Her orgasm was still throbbing through her cunt. She was certain his cock seemed to row bigger, but even that was surely in her mind.
“I’m coming now, Mom!” Bobby yelled.
His cock gushed, sending powerful spurts of creamy jism up her clutching cunt. She felt her son’s body shaking, and closed her thighs about him and released her cuntlips. She shot her hands to his ass, clawing at the ass cheeks as she pulled him inward, his cock spraying the walls of her devouring pussy until he finally slumped on top of her.
She held her young son, feeling his body shake.
Her cunt pulsated on his prick, the spasms involuntary. There was nothing she could do about that, nor did she want to. She felt good, very good. She could feel his cock in her now that her orgasm was over, and she loved the sensation. She stroked his tight ass with hands that were still hot, kissing at the top of his head. She twisted her shoulders and pressed a tit at his lips, and she sighed when Bobby sucked the nipple into his mouth gently. He was still panting, and she enjoyed the heat of his breath on her naked tits.
She held him for a while, until she felt his shaking stop.
“You can get off me now,” she whispered. “Maybe I don’t wanna get off, Mom,” he grinned down at her. “Now that I finally got my cock in your cunt, maybe I wanna stay right here and get hard and fuck it again.”
Sharon giggled, ten hugged him tightly. “I’d love that,” she said. “But I’ve got to pee, and your weight is about to make me pee all over the both of us.”
“Go ahead,” Bobby giggled, wiggling his hips. “I don’t care.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said. “You wouldn’t mind anything as long as it had something to do with a cunt, would you?”
“As long as it’s your cunt, Mom,” he said, and he lifted up, his cock puffing from her cunt with a soft, wet sucking sound. “I don’t know why you didn’t let me fuck you in the cunt before. I love it!”
Sharon giggled, finding she didn’t feel the least bit like blushing. She climbed to her feet, still wearing her knee-length boots. She cupped a hand between her thighs, feeling her son’s come juice seeping from her pussy.
“If you came this much up my ass,” she said, “you’d drown me from both ends.”
“I bet I came that much in your mouth,” he said.
“Mmmm, and I love it, too,” Sharon murmured, turning and walking toward the bathroom, still clutching her palm into her cunt, feeling his come juice dripping from her. She paused and shook her naked ass at him. “I hope you won’t stop fucking me up the ass now. I’ve learned to love that, too.”
“I’ll take turns,” be grinned. “Fuck your cunt in the morning, your ass at noon, and you can suck me off at night.”
“But, Bobby, that’s only three times,” she said. “I thought you told me you come four times a day.”
“Sometimes five,” he reminded her.
“We’re going to have to use those other two times somehow,” she said.
“We will,” he promised. “You better go piss before you do it right there, Mom.”
She giggled, and walked quickly to the bathroom…
Later, in her room with Bobby, she lay on her stomach with her head in his lap, loving the feel of his cock and balls against her face. Bobby leaned on the headboard, stroking her soft hair as she kissed about his crotch.
“It wasn’t so bad at the mall now, was it?” he asked.
She raised up, looking at him. “It embarrassed the shit out of me, and you know it.”
“I don’t recall you shitting, Mom,” he teased.
“You know what I mean,” she said, pulling at his cock.
