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Mother's Slut Proclivity

12/15/2014

Donna resembled Natale Wood in many ways…you know? …From
“Sex and the Single Girl?” Her young sons wouldn’t know
who that was. But she did look a lot like her.


She sat on the couch, her feet up while leaning back on the
arm rest. Donna was dressed in an attractive nylon blouse,
with the top three buttons open, the swell of her succulent tits
slightly revealed. She was not wearing a bra and the dark points of
her nipples thrust against the thin blouse.


Her cotton skirt, pleated, covered her knees. But it did
not cover much of anything else. The backs of her thighs, so
slender and creamy, the flesh smooth, were teasing, inviting.
Although Donna wore panties, they were skimpy and lacy, her dark
cunt hair visible. The crotch of the panties bulged with the puffiness
of her cunt and the sweet curves of her ass appeared kissable
and so worthy of tonguing.


Sexy hoop earrings hung from her ears, dangling down along
the lines of a delicately tapered neck. The silver earrings,
along with her alluringly messy hair–loosely coiffed and
haphazardly clasped on top of her head–framed her facial features
in such a sexually dramatic way. Her bangs hung down in casual fashion
across her forehead, close to her eyebrows, some strands
going even longer to fall in front of her eyes. Stray, large-curled
locks of hair, not restrained by the barrette, cascaded
down the sides and back of her head, softly falling to the base of
her kissable neck. Slight perfume, sexually dynamic eye shadow,
rouge and juice-red lipstick, all tastefully done, but edging
somewhat near the ‘slutty’ side, finished the look she seemed
to carry so naturally.


She noticed lately that her general appearance was certainly
having an effect on her two teenage sons. Yes. That was definite.
It did have the boy’s attention. It most certainly got
Tony’s attention yesterday, and culminated into her falling
down on her knees in the bathroom, still fully dressed, servicing
her 18 year old boy, who still had a towel partially fastened around his bare mid section after a shower. Worse
yet, it ended with Donna, the dutiful mother, having her youngest
boy’s steaming ball juice spurting up her arm, on her
blouse, and in true pornographic fashion, shot all over
her face.


Thoughts of what had transpired yesterday between her
and Tony, swam through her mind. It all seemed to happen so quickly,
and without much provocation or any pre-thought to accepted
conventions. It almost was as if the sexual tension, which
very quickly seem to lead to her jerking him off in the bathroom,
had always lurked somewhere just below the surface of their
‘normal’ family relationship. Now, she was looking at Mike, her
oldest son, as he sat on the floor, doing his best to not peek at his
mother, but failing miserably. His eyes flicked at her
often, gazing for just a second at her painted cunt, then turning
away quickly. Donna was amused by his nervousness, and by his
hunger. She smiled knowingly, and reach into her hand bag at the
side of the couch for her lipstick and compact mirror.


“Um, where did Tony run off to, honey?” she asked in
a low, provocative voice.


She peered into the small mirror and freshened her lipstick,
seductively brushing the wet tip across her full, pouting
lips, while she waited for an answer. She could feel Mike just
sitting there, transfixed and silent, staring at her while she
looked into the hand-held mirror and applied the wet lip gloss.
Donna had the kind of sensually stimulating, sexy mouth that
spelled trouble to any male looking at her face, no matter what she
was doing with it. The act could be as common and mundane as you
please. Eating, drinking, talking, or smoking, it didn’t
matter. There would be only one thing racing through the mind of
any man watching. She knew her strong points, and she used any excuse
to subtly and slyly emphasize them, whenever she felt the
desire to do so.


Donna thought she could detect an audible “gulp, ”
momentarily breaking the silence.


“Hmm?” she reiterated, briefly casting her gaze to
Mike’s face, and then right back to her reflection in the mirror, finishing
the application of fresh lipstick. She didn’t have to
look at him very long…it was working. She could see he was sexually
flustered.


“ah-around, ” he finally responded in a stammer,
suddenly and nervously averting his eyes.


Donna puckered and pouted at the mirror, finishing the
adjustment to her wet lips, then returned the make-up paraphernalia
to her bag


“Did he, um… say anything to you, ” she queried?



“When?”


“Yesterday, ” she replied, appearing slightly annoyed,
but with her voice in a whisper. “Did he — tell you anything?”



Mike glanced at his mother, his eyes going from her face
to her revealed crotch. He was doing everything he could to hide
his throbbing hard-on from her. He found his voice wouldn’t
work and he nodded.


“Michael! Just what did your brother tell you?” she
mildly demanded, her eyes flashing.


Donna felt a throbbing around her cunt, and the urge to rub
it was strong. She could feel the lips starting to pulsate,
as if they were opening and closing. She watched her son swallow
nervously.


“Mike. Tell me what he said, ” she insisted. “I want
to know what he told you.”


“Aw, just some kind of bullshit…” He stopped quickly,
blushing profusely.


“Bullshit?” Donna said, smiling in a mocking manner.
“He told you ‘some kind of bullshit?'”


Mike nodded, his face now red.


“What ‘bullshit?'” Donna asked. “Are you
sure it was bullshit, darling?…I mean; let’s suppose for a moment that what
he told you…was the truth.”


Mike squirmed on the carpet, peeking at his mother from
lowered lashes.


“It was…, ” he mumbled. “It-it was… No! Nuh-uh!
You wouldn’t do anything like that, Mom… not with Tony!”


“Are you sure about that?” she teased, licking at the
tip of her finger. “Are you really sure I wouldn’t?”


“W-would you?” he asked, his voice so low she could
hardly hear him.


“Mmmmmmm…, ” Donna responded, pausing provocatively
to suck on the tip of her finger, while swinging her closed knees from
side to side, her pleated skirt riding past her knees. “…maybe.”



Mike’s eyes opened a bit wider, his pupils dilating,
and he gazed at her, as if he were seeing her for the first time. He watched
her knees move slowly from side to side, seeing her thighs
and the way her cunt puffed against her panties, the dark shadow
of pussy hair, the creamy halves of her pretty ass cheeks.
His cock was so hard inside his pants, so very hard.


“Michael…, what if I ask you?” she whispered very
softly. “What if I asked you to do it, too?…I mean; what if I made YOU do
what your brother did to me…all over my face…hmm?”



Mike looked deeply into her cat-like eyes. A lump rapidly
formed in his throat, while an even bigger one throbbed painfully
in his trousers, as the realization of exactly what his sexy mother
was suggesting set in.


“Oh yes Michael…and much more, ” she added, nodding
slowly.


Mike swallowed hard.


According to his younger brother Tony’s account of what
happened yesterday; his mother had come into the bathroom unexpectedly
to get something out of the medicine cabinet. Tony had just
stepped out of the shower. The only thing he had on was a towel he had
wrapped around his mid-section. Donna began teasing him
playfully about how big he was getting. Tony said that he couldn’t
help it, but while she talked, he stared at her beautiful face, and
especially at her perfectly sexy mouth. He started to imagine
how it might feel to have her full, pouting lips kissing the
head of his cock.


Well, this was nothing new or startling. Tony had been thinking
about his mother doing just that quite often lately, anyway.
He used it as fantasy fuel when he masturbated. He’d conjure
a scene of her repeatedly landing hot kisses all over the head of
his dick, as sperm shot from the piss slit. In his mind’s eye,
he’d imagine her cheeks, and those lips being covered in hot
semen as it shot free from his dick; his cum raining down upon her
face and hair, while all through it, she planted one tender kiss
after another all around the head, and her painted lips leaving
sexy lipstick impressions in their wake. Tony would run this
teenage boy’s dream like a movie, looping it endlessly in his
fevered mind, while he jerked his young cock to a climax. “Kissing
it off, ” he called it.


At any rate; back to the bathroom… As a result of Tony fixating
on his mother’s beautiful visage, his dick began to bloat
under the towel, pushing it out into the shape of a tent. He said
that one thing led to another, and before he knew it, his mother
was tugging on his erection through the towel. The next moment,
she had dropped to her knees in front of him, facing the hidden
boner. She pulled the towel aside like a curtain, and his
dick snapped out, pointing right at her lips. She then proceeded
to jack his stiff erection to a spurting finish, all over her
face! It all happened quickly, he said. Afterward, she just stood
up, looked him straight in the eye, brought her cum-drenched,
manicured fingers up to her face, and rubbed his sperm into
her skin. After that, he said, she just walked out of the bathroom,
leaving him standing there, with his spent cock dripping
onto the tile floor, while she disappeared into her bedroom.


Considering all of what Tony told him was apparently the
truth; an image of his mother’s perfectly made-up face–her
rouged cheeks and her painted lips, all streaked and soiled with
HIS flying sperm–flashed quickly through Michael’s
mind. Coming back to reality, Michael reacted to the full weight of what his
mother was now suggesting…


“…*gulp*…Really, Mom?” he managed to whisper.



With her finger in her mouth, she slipped her skirt down
on her thighs, nodding her head again. Mike forgot about concealing
his hard-on. He gazed openly now, hotly staring at her panty-clad
cunt, when his mother parted her knees. The crotch of the
flimsy underwear was stretched, with a darkening wet spot beginning
to show right where her pussy lips were undulating, just underneath
the delicate fabric. Donna pulled her finger from her mouth
and began to circle one straining nipple through her sexy blouse,
her eyes smoldering with steam. She saw her son’s cock twitching
and made stiff, along his left thigh, outlined by the tightness
of his jeans. The view made her breath catch.


Mike watched her, mesmerized, his cock throbbing uncontrollably
inside his pants. When he saw his mother drag a finger along
the stretched crotch of her panties, he groaned and thought
his boner would rip right through the material.


“What’s the matter, honey?” Donna whispered.


“Mom, d-d-don’t do that!” he gulped.


“Why, Michael?”


“I think I might…I-I m-might…”


“Cum?” she supplied when he paused. “Um…Seeing
me do this might make YOU… shoot off in your pants?”


Mike gasped, and then nodded, his eyes fixed on his mother’s
finger as it moved up and down the puffy slit of her cunt.
His concealed boner squirted another pulsing wet gout of pre-cum
into his pants, just from hearing his mother say those words.



“You don’t have to do that, baby, ” she murmured,
pressing the tip of her finger inward and shoving her panties into her pussy.
“I can think of a better place for you to cum.”


Mike couldn’t believe what he was hearing and seeing.



Donna hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties,
pulling it to the side and showing her pink, wet, cunt to her son.
Her eyes were hot and misty as she watched his reactions to her
slut-fueled theatrics. She watched the wet spot spread
in an ever-widening circle on the outside of his tented pants.
the stain was positioned just at the tip where she knew the pulsing
head of his dick pushed out the fabric. There was on doubt
about it. She could clearly make out the shape of the pulsing crown.
It was distinctly outlined as the fabric grew more saturated
with his cum.


Her knees were still spread wide and using her other hand,
she stroked the tip of her forefinger about her puffy cunt lips,
teasing him…watching both his boner, and the wet stain
grow even larger.


“Don’t, Mom!” he groaned, fearing his confined
prick would spurt off at any moment.


“You touch it, honey, ” she whispered, her voice very
low. “You touch my pussy, then.”


Mike sat staring at his mother’s cunt, almost frozen.
Then his body jerked into motion, and he scooted toward her, sliding
his ass on the floor. His face was near her foot, gazing up between
his mother’s spreading thighs. The dark hair of her cunt
was tightly curled as it ran along each side of those succulent
lips and disappeared into the crack of her ass. Donna lifted
her hips slightly and writhed her ass, watching her son with steaming
eyes. Then slowly, very slowly, she slipped the tip of her
finger into her cunt, pressing it deeper and deeper until her knuckles
were against the lips.


“Mmmm, ” she purred. “I know what would feel even
better in there, Michael. …Something hard and long and throbbing would
feel so much better.”


Mike placed a hand on his mother’s knee. His hand was trembling
and she felt the heat of his palm. Donna pulled her son’s
hand along her thigh, bringing it closer to her cunt.


“Touch me, Michael, ” Donna urged, her voice now thick
with desire. “Touch me there. Don’t be afraid, baby. I want
you to touch my pussy.”


His fingertips felt the curly cunt hair and then the puffy
wetness of one pussy lip. Donna still had her finger inside
her cunt, and Mike gulped as his mother inserted his finger
alongside hers.


“Warm, isn’t it?” Donna hissed. “Mother’s
cunt is so warm and wet. Feel how slippery… Mmmmm, we’ve got both our fingers
in there now. Let’s fuck it together, Michael…shall
we?


Holding her son’s wrist, she moved his finger in and out
of her cunt along with hers. Mike was awed and so excited. He thought
he was about to come. While the fingers moved back and forth
in her cunt, Donna twisted her shapely ass slowly, arching it
upwards a little more. She was fast approaching her first orgasm,
but for her liking, it was coming a little too quickly.


“I don’t want it this way, Mike, ” she finally said,
pulling their fingers out of her cunt.


She placed his hand on her inner thigh and he watched with
surprise as his mother lifted her glistening finger to
her lips and smeared the juices of her cunt slowly about them.


“Michael! Kiss me, ” she moaned, her lips glistening
with the juices from her own cunt. “Kiss Mother, darling! Please,
kiss me!”


Mike got to his knees and moved up toward his mother. His
boner was pushing insistently on the inside of his trousers,
making it somewhat difficult to maneuver. He still felt his dick
was on the verge of exploding.


Michael stared at his lovely mother’s wet lips and as
she drew her head down, he felt the wetness upon his mouth. As their
lips pressed together, Donna held the back of her son’s head
and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She felt Mike shudder
and he drew his hand over her straining tits, then ran it down her
stomach until she curled his hand into her cunt. The hand
at his head moved across his back, no longer having to hold him
down. She slipped her hand in front of him and closed her fingers
around his throbbing cock. Feeling it through his pants,
she squeezed hard and started to jack his stiff dick right through
the fabric. Pre-cum squished out to meet her frigging fingers.
Mike moaned around his mother’s tongue and his hand pressed
harder into her cunt. Donna lifted her crotch into his hand,
twisting as she jacked off his clothed cock.


“OOOOH, don’t cum, ” she mewed breathlessly, suddenly
dislodging her tongue from his mouth, breaking the kiss. “God, you’re
dick is so fucking hard, Michael!”


Mike had tasted the juices of his mother’s cunt on her
lips and his cock had grown a bit harder as she squeezed. His hand
between her thighs was moving now, sliding up and down with increasing
pressure. He could feel that the tight crotch of her panties
was moist now.


“Take it out, Michael” Donna hissed suddenly, trying
to open his pants with her hand. “Oh M-Michael, Goddamnit! …take
it out for me!”


Her son got unsteadily to his feet, staring at his mother’s
made-up face while he hurriedly fumbled with the zipper.
Her face–the way she looked, and the way she was made up…her
lipstick, her eye shadow, her jewelry–screamed out
to be completely soaked in his cum…spurted at, and shot onto.
His rock-hard erection literally sprang out of his pants,
bobbing stiffly up and down. And as it bobbed, it threw beads of pre-cum,
dispersing into the air right in front of his mother’s
slutty made-up face. Donna made a low purring sound as her eyes
fastened on it, staring in pure slut lust at it sticking straight out from his opened zipper like that.


During the time his stiff shaft finally popped free from
the confined prison of his pants, Mike had averted his eyes
away from his mother’s sexy face for only a moment. He stared down
at his mother’s writhing hips and her wet, glistening pussy,
fighting the disturbing urge to just plunge his aching boner into
her, repeatedly, and without mercy. But then, to his shock and
surprise, he was startled into focusing his eyes back onto
Donna’s face when she had suddenly and brazenly grabbed
his stiff, exposed dick, and began frigging it off, up and down.
His gasp came in a mixture of sudden blood rush, staggering
sexual electricity, and total ecstasy from the effects of feeling
his mother’s grasping, soft hand making contact with his
exposed erection for the very first time. Mike felt he would spurt
off right there and then.


“Don’t cum, ” Donna gasped, now frantically fucking
her hand up and down on her son’s bloated boner. “Don’t cum!
Oooh no, please, Michael… don’t cum!”


“…*gulg*…m-mom…You gotta stop, m-m-mom!”
he growled.


“Oh, please don’t cum, ” she continued to beg, moaning
over and over, her hand jacking faster and with more urgency on the
stiff boner, which jutted so obscenely from his opened zipper
that it made her weak just to look at it. Pre-jit leaked out copiously,
almost shooting out, and coated her hand as she slid it fluidly
up and down over the aching head.


Donna’s eyes seemed vacant as she stared at her son, s
cock, her fist wildly jacking up and down on his sticky-wet swollen
boner. Her lips were parted and her breathing was heavy and fast,
causing her covered tits to lift and fall visibly. She wanted
his hot jit to spurt out forcefully against her face. She felt
that if she didn’t feel it striking and soiling her slut face
soon, she’d surely faint away!


“Oh baby, ” she panted. “It’s so swollen up!”
Her slick hand feverishly continuing to tug and jerk off his stiff boner,
making loud slurping noises as it fucked up and down. “It’s
sooooo swollen, ” she repeated in a tortured moan and with a
sexy, feminine throb in her voice that made Mike moan. “Y-you’re
not gonna shoot off, are you?”


“Mom, be-be careful!” he warned.


Donna didn’t heed his advise. She jacked faster, concentrating
her efforts just on his squirting cock head for the moment,
squeezing it hard on each up-stroke. Mike’s pre-cum
fluid flowed like water now. The wet squishing sound produced by this
obscene hand-job filled the room, and grew louder as she shamelessly
beat off her son’s hard, cum-coated dick head.


“Oh FUCK, mother!” Mike just about shouted, his voice
mixing with the slurping sounds emanating from the frig-off he was
so thoroughly being subjected to.


“OHH! Please! Please don’t shoot off!” she moaned
again, this time more breathlessly, her wildly pumping hand almost
a blur on her oldest boy’s shaft.


Mike’s tortured mind raced, trying to make sense of what
was happening here. “What was she doing?” he thought to
himself. His mother begging him not to shoot off, while she so shamelessly
jacked his blood-engorged boner, was driving him crazy.
This pushed him just about to the edge of his endurance, and his
balls began to explode as he stared at her full, panting lips.



But, Donna knew exactly what she was doing. She knew she
was making him crazy, and she further knew that she was coaxing
his balls to blow a hot load all over her face. She wanted it to
happen. She needed it!


“Oh FUCK MOM!” he groaned loudly as his nuts began to
burst. “I-I c-can’t stop it!…FUCK! …I-I-I can’t stop it!!”



He was going to shoot off so hard and there was nothing he
could do about it. What he felt during the spit seconds his nuts
finally did explode, floated between excruciating pain
and unadulterated pleasure. What fueled that intensity was
the realization that he was going to explode his hot, pent-up
jit against his own mother’s slutty, made-up face! His brain
flipped out. He couldn’t believe that what was about to happen,
was actually GOING to happen. But yet, here was his own mother;
her lips painted red and pouting. Her eyes shaded with sexy
eye shadow, and her lashes long and fluttering with mascara.
A wet dream come true. Her slutty hoop earrings whipped back
and forth due to the frantic whorish movement of her jacking hand.
His own mother; egging on the inevitable by moaning and mewing,
as her hand shucked and frigged his painfully stiff boner, which
pointed rigidly at her face. That was all he could take…


“You’re m-making me shoot! MOM! Y-You’re jerking
my dick OFF-F-F-F-f-f-f-f! AHHHHHH!!!” Mike screamed in guttural
sexual anguish.


Donna’s cum-sticky hand pumped furiously on the stiff
dick, which jutted straight out from Mike’s open pants like a hard
pipe. The first copious explosion of sperm blasted from the aching
head of his dick, into her already scummy fist, as she closed it
over the exploding head on the up stroke. The freshly-shot pulse
of jit helped in further lubricating her pumping hand, because
then, as her hand smeared the cum from that first powerful shot all
over the shaft on the down-stroke, a new fat ribbon of pent-up
fresh jit suddenly exploded full force from the head, shooting
out of his flaring piss hole.


Donna got just what she wanted. It spurted violently, striking
against her lipstick coated lips with an audible splash.
She screamed in lust when that happened, and it made her jack
his dick all the harder. Donna knew at that moment she was in
for a major cum facial from her son…she knew it would be a lot…and
it was just starting!


“OOOooh NO Michael! she screamed, her cunt throbbing
into a spontaneous orgasm as the streamer shot against her lips.
“Don’t cum, please!”


Donna’s pussy contracted in spasms, but through it all,
she kept up the relentless begging for him not to cum. She knew it
was helping to fuel his orgasm into the best cum he had ever experienced. And it was just a handjob! Her son’s blown
jit now dripped in strands from her parted lips, while her body
tingled. She again concentrated on the head, squeezing hard while
roughly jacking it, as another voluminous shot of her son’s spunk
ejaculated right into her pumping fist, on her fingers
and even spraying out from between them.


“ARRRRGHHHH” Mike bellowed, twisting his body in
delicious agony, as his mother tugged on the exploding head of his aching
boner. She then pumped her cum-slick hand back, violently jerking
the shaft up and down, beating it off with the intent of causing
as much agony and pleasure as she could administer to her son.



“AHHHHH, ARRGH, MOTHER!” he wailed, gazing in heated
astonishment at his mother’s now cum-shot, made-up features, while
continued to ejaculate all over her face and her still-covered tits…Her
blouse was being pelted and soiled by stray shots of his
cum.


Over and over again, hot cum shot violently from his dick
splashing hard against her panting lips and across her
face, as she beat him off mercilessly. Donna gave a low yelp as the
creamy semen splashed onto her forehead, her fist beating on his
cock faster yet. She really felt like such a dirty slut now!


“Oh, Oh, OOOH” she yelped as each incestuous ribbon
of her son’s jit ejaculated in hot succession against her lipstick-painted
lips, her cheeks, her hair, and even her ears. During one
creamy ejaculation, highly propelled cum shot against her earring,
causing it to swing back and forth, while other shots sailed
past it. After the one shot hit her earring, a long elastic gob
slowly dripped from the hoop, down onto her shoulder. She was the
picture of a hot slut, and Michael took it in as his cock continued to ejaculate all over her sexy face.


“Michael! M-MICHAEL!” she groaned. “So much..
so much cum!”


“Oh …*spurt*…sshhhittt… *spurt* …mother, ”
Mike grunted breathlessly, as he watched the last smaller blasts of
sperm hit his mother in her face.


“You made me shoot off on-on-your f-face…AHHHH…I
ruined your make-up!!!”


When it was all done, Donna’s face showed the damage from
a variety of artistic splashes, as a result of making her
oldest son ejaculate. It wasn’t bad enough that she had done
it to her other boy, yesterday. Now today, she was painted in her
older teenage son’s liquid excitement. All due to her sluttish,
incestuous advances and behavior! Her features were covered
in different ways with boy cum; peppered with small dots,
streaked with long lines, blobs of varying size, and stings. Cum
had spurted against her eye make-up. It strung across her lashes,
clinging to the hair. It hung in long elastic drips from
her lips. It coated her ears, and dripped off of her hoop earrings.
Erratic long spurts had hit her cheeks, her chin, the tip
of her nose, causing lines of various thickness. But, she was
completely covered!


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Both her and her son were breathing hard, as things quieted
down. She sat there panting, her breast heaving under her soiled
blouse, intermittently looking at his cock, and back up
at his face. Her fist still gripped his cock and remained somewhat
in motion, pumping erratically, trying to make him shoot
more. But it was all over. Panting, Mike looked down, gazing in awe
at what she made him do. He looked at his freshly shot jit dripping
from her jacking hand and her beautiful, panting face, and he
moaned anew.


“Oooooo, beautiful, ” Donna murmured, his cock drooping
slightly in her fist when he finished coming. “Right in my face,
baby! I love it! Oh, God, how I love it!”


A drop of cum juice was beaded on his piss hole, his cock still
almost hard. Donna leaned forward and flicked the drop
of cum from the tip of his cock with her tongue.


“Fuck me, Michael, ” Donna breathed, her eyes flashing
up at him, while his freshly-blown cum dripped from her face. “Fuck
Mother now. Please, fuck me!”


Donna lifted her legs high, her hands almost tearing her
flimsy cum-soaked panties in her haste to get them off. Tossing
the soiled panties onto the floor, she lay back on the couch
again, her legs spread as wide as they could go. Her cunt was glistening
and pulsating from the orgasms she experienced while jerking
Mike off.


Mike, more excited than he had ever been, was no longer in
awe. His cock quickly jerked back into full hardness, standing
almost against his stomach. For just a moment, all he could do was
stare at his mother’s deliciously exposed cunt.


“Fuck me now, Michael, ” Donna pleading through gritted
teeth. “Oh, baby, fuck my Goddamn cunt! Mother’s cunt is so
fucking hot! Shove your cock in my wet pussy and fuck me…NOW!”


Mike moved. He crawled between his mother’s legs, his
cock jerking up and down – to and fro. Donna grasped his prick,
steadied it, and shoved the head against her pussy. As she
rubbed it over her clitoris, she gasped in pleasure. She spent
a few moments just jerking him off against her clit. This started
them both moaning. She thought for a fleeting moment, about
just jerking him off against her throbbing cunt. Making him
shoot against the swollen lips of her vagina, and her distended
clit. But finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She fit her
son’s cock between the fiery lips of her cunt, sucking in her breath,
and arched her eye brows in pleasure-pain as the head spread
the lips, and slipped fluidly pass.


Donna lifted her hips, sliding her cunt onto her son’s
cock, hissing as her cunt stretched around that throbbing, invading
hardness. Her eyes rolled as Michael’s cock penetrated
her cunt completely. The roughness of his pants, scratching along
her inner thighs, along with the feeling of the zipper rubbing
against her vaginal labia, was exciting Donna to no end.
In her mind, it heightened the experience. It described the sexual
urgency. The need to bring him off the way she had just done,
and then to immediately have him plunge his dick into her cunt,
without taking the time to remove any of their clothes,
emphasized the gut-wrenching, animal passion of it all.



With his cock deep inside her boiling cunt, Donna wrapped
her legs about her son, locking her heels across his back. She
hugged his shoulders, his face pressing against her still hidden
tits. His own cum, shot during his orgasm all over her blouse,
smeared against his face now. She held him tight for a long minute,
her cunt working, flexing at the base of his cock, nibbling
with soft heat. Her son’s breath fanned through her blouse, searing
her tits.


“Now!” she moaned, his jit still splattered all over
her face and across her mouth, as his hard boner stabbed into her cunt..


Donna’s hips began thrusting up and down, pushing her
cunt onto his hard-on. For a minute Mike just went stiff, the pleasure
flooding his senses, then he started moving, fucking his
mother, his cock rushing down to meet her up thrusting cunt. Matching
the rhythm, he began pounding his cock into his mother’s
hungry cunt with a frenzy. The moist, sucking sounds sent erotic enjoyment
flowing through Donna. The sounds increased her own passions
and she began banging her hips frantically against her son,
her cunt gripping at his stabbing cock.


“Oh GOD!!” she screamed while violently ripping her
blouse open, the fabric wet and stained from the jit of her son’s recent
voluminous ejaculation. The buttons flew in every direction
and landed noisily, as her son’s stiff dick stabbed repeatedly,
and with force, into Donna’s frothing pussy.


Her full, round, firm tits were free and bouncing naked
with the force of the fucking she was receiving, and she pulled Mike’s
face into them. As her son pounded into her cunt, she grunted
from the force. She wanted to scream and yell and urge him
on, but her voice didn’t seem to work. All she could do was
grunt and moan and whimper and shake, her ass rolling and twisting
and pumping.


Donna’s face was a mask of lust. Mike’s jit still clung
to her lips, slopped all over her cheeks, clinging to her eyelashes,
and hanging in nasty strands from her earrings. Looking at
the condition of his mother’s face, all streaked and dripping
with his own spunk like that, made Michael hotter. It made him
screw her harder with every thrust. The spent cum on her face,
blouse and jewelry continued to shimmer and coagulate, while
he relentlessly stabbed his stiff dick in and out of her clasping
cunt.


Michael shoved his hands down his mother’s sides, grabbing
at her churning, naked ass. He dug his fingers into the stretched
flesh of her ass, holding on tightly. Donna felt his cock growing
inside her cunt. Her mind whirled, her eyes rolling about.
Her son’s cock, banging powerfully into her cunt, caused
her tits to jiggle and her head to bang against the arm of the couch.
She had never been fucked so powerfully in her life!


“Oh god, Michael!” she wailed, as cum dripped into
her mouth from her lipstick-coated lips, “Fuck the piss out of meeeeeee!!



She was only vaguely aware of the door opening and someone
entering the living room. Then she saw her youngest son
standing there watching her getting fucked by his brother. But at
this point, Donna didn’t mind Tony watching her and Mike fucking
so wildly. In fact, it made her extra hot, knowing he was there,
and she began to cum, her cunt clasping in spasms about Michael’s
cock. When she started to cum, the only sound she made was
a moan. But as the convulsions of her orgasm became tighter
and more exquisite, the moan increased to a low scream.


Meanwhile; at first, Tony had been standing in the room
at a distance, his jaw dropped in shock and amazement, as he
watched his fully-clothed older brother mercilessly ramming
his exposed boner into and out of his partially-clothed mother’s
cunt. But then an excitement began to grow, initially burning in
his head, then quickly racing down into his loose-fitting trousers.
Donna, although in the midst of a tit-jiggling orgasm, took notice;
her eyes riveted to her younger son’s eyes at first, but then
traveling down to stare in heated passion at the strained
and tented condition of his pants. As if in a trance–and as
if his steel-hard dick were a divining rod–Tony crossed the
room eventually finding himself standing next to the screwing
couple. He stared down at Donna’s cum-covered face as if in pain.
His stiff boner now fully grown to an immense length, and standing
straight out from his crotch, consequently causing his
loose pants to tent straight out, stretched out right above his
panting mother. Donna looked up at Tony’s grossly-distended
pants and gasped. Overcome yes, by the sheer size, but more sexually
choked by the way his trousers looked, sticking straight out that
way. It looked hot and obscene to Donna, and just the sight of
it made her pussy throb all the harder around her other son’s
stabbing dick. Michael felt it, and stabbed her harder.


Her hand shot out and grabbed Tony’s thigh. Her sharp
nails digging into the flesh right under the extending tent in
his pants. Trying to look around the protrusion, which at this
point was all but obstructing her view, Donna’s eyes stared
up into his young face, unseeing, her face contorting into a mask of
agonized sweetness.


“Ohh — ohhh!” she screamed softly, her head twisting
now. Her dark hair partially unraveling from the haphazard way
she had it pinned up. Curly locks fell down slightly, while being
shaken loose from the violent fucking she was receiving. Her bangs
fanned about her face. Her hips churned in desperation
to keep her orgasms going. She looked erotically disheveled.



“Oh, God! Ohhhh, God!” Donna cried uncontrollably.



Tony pulled his mother’s fingers from his thigh, bringing
her hand onto his tented crotch and curling her manicured digits
about his stiff, pants-covered cock. Through her orgasmic
ecstasy, Donna began to squeeze his cock right through
his pants as her other horny son continued to bore into her exploding
cunt with his rock-hard cock. Her orgasms seemed to be one enormous,
drawn out spasm. Her lithe body shook violently beneath
Mike’s thrusting frame. She closed her hand tighter on Tony’s
cloth-covered boner and threw her head back. She screamed
loudly as a final orgasm shot through her, just as she felt a surge
of pre-cum squirt heavily from Tony’s throbbing boner,
right through the material of his pants into her frantically squeezing
fist.


Somewhat out of his head, Mike continued fucking into his
mother’s cunt, his cock swelling. With a grunt, he rammed
her hard and deep, holding himself there, gripping Donna’s
shaking ass tightly. Cum juice spewed rapidly into his mother’s
greedy, hot cunt, spurt after spurt filling her.


Donna felt him spurting inside her pussy.


“Ohhhh, yes!” she screamed. “Cum, baby, cum! Oh,
I love it!” P-Please don’t stop! Make it come right out of my mouth!”



But finished, Michael slumped heavily on top of his mother,
gasping for air. His cock slipped out of her pussy and dangled
along the crack of her burning ass. Donna kept her hand on
Tony’s blood-choked hard-on, the other sliding into the waist
of Michael’s pants and under his shorts. She squeezed the
flesh of his young ass.


Donna smiled dreamily up at the face of her youngest, the
tip of her tongue moving slowly over her lips. She tasted a drop
of semen at one corner and her smile spread wider. She moved
her hand on Tony’s cock, rubbing it up and down and feeling
the length through his tented pants.


“Mmm…You feel so good to me, Tony, ” she purred softly.
“I love to feel your cock.” And I love to feel myself cum. I love
it — all of it.”


“…And yesterday was nice, too, ” she added.


“Do you wanna do it again, hmmm? Donna groaned. “Do
you want to shoot off on mother’s face again?”


Not expecting an answer, she continued to frig off Tony’s
dick, fucking it up and down through his pants. He thrust his hips
out and forward, so his stiff cock would protrude even more
obscenely straight out from his crotch under the fabric of his pants,
also;so it would be more accessible to his mother’s hand.
Donna’s eyes began to sparkle again, and a rejuvenated lust quickly
took hold in her pussy. Sliding her hand between Tony’s thighs,
she cupped his ass and pulled his fabric-covered cock forward.
She kissed the swollen head tenderly through his pants, her
lips parted slightly. The tip of her tongue pressed for a moment
at his piss hole, then she shoved his cock up and out of her way,
kissing his sweet, young, hairless balls through the fabric
of his trousers.


Closing her fist again about Tony’s cock, she said in
a husky voice, “Michael, let me up, baby. I’ve got to clean
my face.”


But Tony was having none of that. “Wipe your face on my
pants, damn it” he rasped, his cock juicing up the inside of his
slacks.


She smiled naughtily, then lifted herself up to a seated
position using Tony’s rigid, clothed cock as a kind of handle,
so now her face was level with his protruding crotch. With a small
feminine cry, Donna rubbed her cum shot face all over Tony’s stiff
cloth-covered erection. She wantonly rubbed his brother’s
spent ejaculation, which had been shot so plentifully all over
her face earlier, into the fabric of Tony’s tented trousers.
This, along with the pre-cum his dick was shooting on the other side
of the saturated fabric, made the cloth even wetter, more slick,
and that much easier for Donna’s frigging fist to jerk off
the stiff shaft through his pants. Suddenly, that wet, sloshy sound
echoed in the room again, and was growing louder…Along with
it, their breathing grew louder.


Feeling more wicked now, Donna’s hand gripped and jacked
her youngest son’s clothed erection insistently. And as
the nasty noise got louder and sloppier, Donna seemed to grow increasingly
more determined, and dirtier. She wanted to be bad, and
appear more like a dirty, nasty insatiable slut to her son. She
wanting to make him pop off in his pants. She wanting his cum to shoot
straight through his fucking pants and against her lips…against
her entire face, while he watched.


Michael had moved from between his mother’s legs and
was sitting at the other end of the couch. His cock, dangling from his
pants through the open zipper, still glistened with the juices
of his mother’s cunt. His dick began to twitch back to life while
he watched his mother work on Tony. He couldn’t help it.
What his mother was doing to his younger brother was…it was…well,
in his mind, it was beyond slutty! His prick stiffened into
a fresh erection very quickly.


Donna, slut-like and showing absolutely no shame, jacked
frantically on her other son’s stiff dick. Inside his
pants, his pre-cum continued to flow copiously, and mix with the jit
she had rubbed from her face onto the outside of his trousers. This
further lubricated her hand, and spread the slick wetness
over Tony’s hard, concealed boner. They all could begin to
make out every line, every vein, every contour of his bloated dick.
His pants had become so wet, that the thin, saturated cloth
was sticking, and clinging to the stiff shape beneath it. Almost
every inch of the rigid, throbbing member could be seen
in detail from head to base, all the time with Donna’s hand pumping
it, making it stick more. The slushy jack-off noise grew even
louder. Fresh cum could be seen bubbling through the fabric at the
top of his erect penis as she squeezed and jacked the base. She
quickly slid her jacking hand up the stalk, squeezing the bulbous
squirting head at the top, and worked the bubbling pre-cum
into the fabric under her pumping fist. Besides the cum, her
make-up and lipstick smeared and smudged the outside of his cum
soaked trousers.


“Oh shit, m-m-mom, ” Tony panted. “Wh-wh-what
are you doing to me?…Fuck!…You goddamn slut! Jerking me off in my pants?
FUCKING HELL!


Knowing he was close, she began to beg and moan. And, just
as she had done with her other son, she begged him not to shoot his
load, knowing full well that it would have the same effect…producing the same results as it did with his
brother. Even Mike’s breath quickened hearing her beg. He started
jerking his own cock while watching and listening to his mother…



“Oh Tony, ” she panted. “You’re not gonna cum,
are you?” Her hand jacking frantically on his pants-covered erection, which
stuck straight out from his groin, and into her pumping wet fist…



“T-Tony…please don’t cum! Please don’t do this?”
Donna whined with a sexy pout and that all-too-effective ‘throb’
returning to her voice. Her eye brows arched high, in a convincing expression
of fear and longing. “P-please don’t shoot off in your
pants!”


The pace of her pumping hand quickened, as Tony grunted
and started to buck his hips, fucking his covered cock into
this most obscene handjob.


“Mom! I’m-I’m-I’m gonna…gonna jit off if-if
you don’t quit it!!!” Tony warned, his hips fucking forward more insistently,
shoving his long, stiff boner out, pushing it closer to
his mother’s slutty, sperm-streaked face.


“Oh GOD, this is so-o-o-o fucking dirty!” she thought
as her youngest son’s dick squelched more pre-ejaculation
fluid through the fabric.”SO fucking dirty!!”


The tip of his concealed cock speared onto the surface of
her cheek, and sloshed around her panting mouth, as she felt
him shove it onto her face in an effort to stab it, pants and all,
through her parted lips and into her hot mouth.


She moaned as he mindlessly fucked his cloth-covered boner
up against her face. With every thrust of his pelvis, Donna
moved her cum-smeared face around the protruding, invading
erection, as Tony frantically pumped his hips. Pre-cum trails were
being left all over her lips and cheeks in its wake. Donna wanted this
badly, she realized. She wanted to smear her lips and cheeks
in his seeping, oozing ejaculation, while she made his dick
exploded inside his trousers. Her lips kissed the squirting head
through his pants as she jacked the stalk harder.


With her lips formed into a perpetual kiss, she rubbed her
face back and forth, and all around over his protruding pants,
while her hand jerked the stiffness underneath, all the time
moaning and begging as Tony fucked his hips against her features.



“Oooooo Tony! PLEASE don’t do it baby!! PLEASE don’t
shoot off on your mother’s face through your pants! N-n-no!


In total contrast to her pleas for mercy, she then began
raining hot and juicy, wet kisses repeatedly all over the cloth-covered
head of Tony’s cock, leaving perfectly-shaped lipstick
marks all over the fabric. It was Tony’s fantasy literally coming
true.Watching his mother do this, even though she was doing
it through his pants, made him almost want to faint. His voice
cracked as he yelled in heightened teenage ecstasy.


“Oh fuck!…Kiss it off, mother!… Kiss it off!”



Donna reveled in this dirty situation of her own doing.
She was so sexually hopped-up, and she wanted to see this hot and
nasty incestuous act through to its completion. She wanted her
son to blow his full balls through the thin cloth of his stained
trousers, and all over her face. Yes. She desperately wanting
to do this to him…to make him do it to her, RIGHT NOW! She felt
like a complete fucking slut doing him this way, and she
fully embraced the naughtiness of it all.


“OOOOOH MOM!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” Tony
screamed, his bloated nuts finally exploding as hot cum squirted forcefully
from his confined cock head, bubbling out straight through
the fabric and against his mother’s slut face.


“Oh God, TONY!…mumph…mulph…blaph!” she blathered
incoherently, while not only jerking up and down on the
aching shaft, but now whipping it, dragging the stiff, ejaculating
cloth-covered cock frantically back and forth across
her panting face like a mad woman…his cum oozing and bubbling out
through the material of his pants with every pulse, smearing and
literally dripping from her features now, as she frantically
painted her face with the squirting tip.


Caught up in the sheer debauchery of this indescribably
dirty thing she was doing to her youngest son, Donna suddenly
became aware of something wet and hot repeatedly striking the
side of her rouged cheeks, while also pelting against her ears
and earrings. She turned her head slightly to the right, only
to witness a ribbon of hot cum issuing from the gaping piss
slit of another stiff dick, except this shaft was sticking straight
out and fully exposed from an open zipper, and in the beginning
of explosion. The ribbon of semen struck the side her nose,
and melted down onto her pouting lips before dripping down
onto her bare tits, as she frigged Tony’s cloth-covered, spurting
cock up against her mouth.


“Ooooh!” she yelped, taking another fresh, wet shot
of warm boy cum across her lips.


Here, her other son, Michael had gotten excited watching
his mother do this nasty thing to his brother. She had no idea
how long he had been standing there next to her and Tony. But
there he was… right next to them, his stiff dick rising up and
out of his pants and being feverishly jacked through his hand.
And for the second time in less than an hour, Donna’s face was
receiving another cum shower from Mike’s fresh boner.


Mike’s exploding, red dick was not only firing against
her cheeks, lips, ears (along with slopping onto her dangling
hoop earrings again), but his propelled sperm was also shooting
out onto Tony’s pants as well. This made things even hotter
for Donna… her mind was overwhelmed with perverted lust.
Here…her eldest son’s hot jit was pelting her face, along with
shooting onto his brother’s trouser-tenting erection. Meanwhile,
Tony’s cum bubbled and virtually spurted out through the fabric
of his straining pants, as his mother jacked his clothed erection
all over her face. Donna’s hand, her face, and Tony’s pants
became coated and, as a result, made much slicker, making the perverted
clothed handjob she was performing on her youngest all
the more debase and slutty.


“Oh FUCK!” she wailed in a throaty voice, her body going
over the edge of orgasm. Somewhere in the back of her short-circuiting
mind, she could hear both boys bellowing out their orgasms.



Donna simply went nuts, and her cunt squirted in response
to all of this… Sensory overload in mach drive.. Her exposed
tits shook and bobbled as she jerked off her youngest son’s
cock to an explosive orgasm right through his pants–right onto
her face and lips…Donna took it all in, while she felt the cum of her
eldest viciously striking against her face, and slopping over
her hand as well, only to be mixed with the filtered jit of her youngest,
as he pushed and smeared the mixture all over his mother’s
panting mouth and face with the head of his clothed cock.
She ovalled her lipstick painted lips around the exploding
head of Tony’s cock, and began sucking the shooting cum right
through the fabric and into her mouth, while hot, wet sperm from both
her boy’s frigged-off cocks dripped down her face.


Tony shot three or more volleys of his hot cum through the
stretched cloth, straight into his mother’s sucking
mouth that way…


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Donna swung her legs over the edge of the couch, giving Tony
an exciting display of her hairy cunt before getting to her
feet. Her blouse was torn open and her arching, firm tits stood
upward, the nipples still very hard.


“Don’t go away boys, hmmm?” she murmured. “I’m
going to wash my face–IF you don’t mind now, Tony–and I’ll be right
back. Wait for me…promise?”


Mike and Tony, grinning proudly, nodded their heads. Donna
bent from her waist, kissing the tip of Tony’s still-hard
cock through his ruined pants with a flutter of her tongue, cum still
melting down her face, coating her neck, splattered on her earrings,
and striped through her hair. Then she did the same thing to
Michael’s cunt-wet, sloppy dripping cock. Both boys
watched her walk away, her ass swinging tightly. She paused at the entrance
of the hallway, looking over her shoulder at them, her eyes
were still very hot.


“I’ll be right back, guys.”


She gave a saucy twitch of her ass and moved out of sight.



“Hot damn!” Mike exclaimed.


“I told you… didn’t I?” Tony returned in a typical
chiding tone. “I told you what Mom did to me. Do you believe me now,
Mikey? What a fucking slut!”


“Yep, she’s good, alright. That’s for sure!”
Mike responded. “Mom is, without a fucking doubt, one hot piece of ass.”


Tony snickered. “How in hell would you know? The only
hot piece you’ve ever had was your fist.”


“Yeah, yeah, ” Mike laughingly retorted. “Why
don’t you go change your pants, squirt. I think it looks a little obvious; don’t
you?”


They grinned wickedly at each other, knowing that their
mother would soon be covered in their sperm again.

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Great story, every boy should have a mom like that to teach
him the ways. Please keep the stories coming.

12/15/2014

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my mum was my teacher

12/16/2014

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Very Hot mother. Would like to meet her.

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