A Mother & Son Story Ch. 01

But Jason wasn't his father. He'd noticed Frank talking to her like this in the video and saw how she'd responded. And while he didn't have a lot of experience in it, he was determined to try, hoping it'd prove beneficial to his ultimate goal.

It did work.

His words sparked the naughty feelings in Missy . . . made her want to be naughty . . . want to use her mouth to pleasure him. Within her loins her embers flared into red-hot coals of desire, their heat radiating out to make her muscles relax . . . letting him push her head forward. Her lips touched his cockhead . . . slid onto it . . . down to the indent where the head met the shaft. Locking them tightly around him, she rolled her tongue over the cockhead, tasting precum.

"Oh yes. Suck it like a dirty slut," Jason groaned above her, watching his cockhead disappear into her mouth. Now that she was doing it, he no longer applied pressure to the back of her head, but simply cradled it in his hands, allowing her to be in control . . . for the moment.

Softly mewling, Missy gradually slid her lips down his shaft . . . the rigid flesh caressing the nerve-endings, making her embers sizzle and crackle. With practiced experience she moved her hand down near the base so that her lips came against her fingers just before the cockhead entered her throat. Keeping them there for a moment, she sucked on his manhood while rolling her tongue over and around it.

"Oh God yes. Suck it. Suck it you naughty slut," he sighed, his head rolling back slightly.

Her embers burst into flames, tropical breezes making the red-orange tongues dance and swirl excitedly. Pulling up, she brought her lips to under his cockhead again, and again she held still momentarily; sucking . . . licking. Then she started to slowly pump her lips up and down along his shaft . . . sliding them down against her fingers . . . drawing them back up to under the head. The sensation of sucking a hard cock . . . the taste of it . . . the caressing of her lips, fueled her arousal . . . made her fires grow . . . her body simmer. And she soon gave voice to her lust . . . moaning around his manhood as she fucked it with her mouth.

Jason wasn't silent either. He kept groaning out phrases, telling her to suck his cock . . . telling her she was being dirty . . . acting like a wanton slut.

And of course she couldn't disagree, kneeling there in her in-law's living room eagerly pleasuring her own son like she was. Moments earlier the idea of doing this had seemed so wrong . . . so unacceptable. Yet there she was, not only doing it, but relishing it . . . loving it.

Adding to the heat rolling through her was the sounds coming from the video; wet, slapping sounds mixed with the woman's moans and obscene phrases that told Missy she was being vigorously fucked.

Missy could feel herself growing moist, her body aching for that same kind of attention . . . her sex quivering with a need . . . her fires growing within her loins. The desire radiated outward to make her breasts pulse with their own need . . . a need to be touched . . . to be fondled. Her stroking actions were causing her mounds to shift and rub her nipples against the bra's soft material as they grew hard.

"Oh yes, suck my cock, Mom. Suck it like a good lil' whore," Jason groaned, unable to believe this was actually happening . . . how fantastic it felt . . . how amazing she was at it. True, he'd only had a couple blow-jobs before this, but neither of them had felt anywhere near as good as this. He stared down into her raised eyes, smoldering with her own arousal, for a moment. Then his gaze dropped to watch her jiggling tits where the robe had fallen even further open, allowing him to see the obvious outline of her swollen nipples poking at her bra.

Missy also couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this act of taboo . . . how horny she was getting sucking her son's cock. But she was. Her sex was getting wetter and wetter. Her breasts were pulsing with ache. Shifting forward, she pressed one of them against his leg . . . shoved its plaint flesh against the limb . . . flattened her engorged nipple on it. All the while her lips pumped up and down along his shaft, her hand tugging at the base, jerking on him as she used her mouth to pleasure him.

"Fuck. Suck it. Suck my cock," he growled, his hips humping off the couch to meet her descending lips . . . fucking her mouth back. His initial intention had been to stop her after a few minutes, get her back on the couch and fuck her, like Frank had in the video. But he couldn't. even though he'd already cum once in the shower, the thrill of her sucking him had him on the verge of cumming again and he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself . . . would likely explode before he could get it inside her. Besides, he couldn't be certain she'd let him . . . that she was horny enough to let her son put his cock inside her. And if he tried, she might not finish what she was doing, leaving him to jerk off himself to relieve the pressure boiling up in his balls.

So instead he simply decided to force her to finish him with her mouth. He didn't know how she felt about swallowing; if she'd done it in the past, or for his father. If she'd ever even tried it. Nor did he care at the moment. He was going to force her to swallow for him. Tightening his hold on her ponytail, he tensed his other hand at the back of her head and proceeded to push and pull on it as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth.

"Mmm! Mmm!" Missy moaned, recognizing the signs of his approaching climax, sensing his cock growing more rigid as it slid along her lips. She loved swallowing a man's seed almost as much as sucking his cock. Not the taste of it so much, but the act itself. It was so obscene . . . so dirty . . . letting him use her like that. And the idea that it was her son this time only made it more indecent. Her grip tightened on the base of him as she jerked on him urgently . . . urged his climax forward.

"Oh fuck. Fuck! I'm gonna cum," he groaned, fighting to hold his climax back . . . to enjoy the sensation of her mouth for just . . . one . . . more . . . minute. His hands tensed to hold her head still . . . his hips humping up at her mouth . . . fucking it . . . using it like a pussy.

"Mmm. Mmm!" Missy mewled, sucking on his pistoning cock, tugging at the base.

"Oh fuck yea!" He growled. His hips jerked before her a couple times then froze, half his cock stuffed in her mouth as it began to jump and spray, his semen shooting down her throat.

"Mmm!" She whimpered in alarm and jerked her head back to where her lips hugged the indentation below his cockhead. This allowed her to manage the act of swallowing the eruptions much easier and she gulped down spray after spray of his seed.

"Oh yes," he sighed as the last of it jettisoned from him, his hands falling away from her head to settle on the couch beside him.

Raising her eyes, she gazed into his as she held him in her mouth for a moment, sliding her lips down then back up a couple times, softly suckling and stroking it with her tongue.

"Oh God, Mom," he groaned, the sensation sending shivers along his spine.

"Mom!" Oh Shit! The thought steamrolled through her mind . . . shining brilliant lights on what she'd just done. During the last several minutes, lost in the act itself - in the pleasure and excitement of it - she'd somehow basically forgotten whose cock she was sucking. Or at least the inappropriateness of it. But with his climax the act was over and her mind was able to recover, reminding her of just what she was doing.

Wracked by a sudden sense of shame, she jerked her mouth and hand from him. Jumping to her feet, she was suddenly aware of how disheveled the robe felt on her body and her hands worked feverishly to adjust it, one of them holding the top portion closed as best it could. She needed a drink and spun around in search of her glass. Spotting it sitting right where she'd left it, her empty hand reached for it, her gaze being briefly drawn to the computer screen where the woman was on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind and enthusiastically moaning out her pleasure.

Oh God. Oh God. Her mind whimpered and she hurried around the coffee table and out of the room without looking at Jason. Hustling down the hall, she snapped the door to her room shut behind her then leaned back against it, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, her heart racing, and her nerves jangling.

Jason watched his mother hurry from the room and heard her door snap shut. Pausing the video, he leaned back against the couch, thinking . . . planning. He'd missed this one opportunity to fondle her tits and fuck her. But that didn't mean he couldn't find another chance.

Continued...