Tom Allison

Two naughty moms

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, Son! I had no idea you had such a big cock! Fuck me with it, darling! Fuck your mother's juicy cunt!"

The dirty novel was open to page 70 and Angela felt her eyes glazing over as she read the obscene words. Incest. It was a story about incest. About a mother fucking her son.

"Mmmm, it's going into me now, darling! What a big, stiff prick you have! Do you like the way Mommy's pussy sucks your big, hard cock?"

She was in the bedroom, standing in front of the closet that contained all of her divorced husband's effects. It was a cool night and Angela had hoped to find an extra blanket amidst all the boxes and shoe cartons. Little had she known that she would stumble across George's collection of pornography.

There were ten magazines and books altogether and Angela found herself immediately reaching for the novel she now held. She felt so weak that she thought she might faint. Never had she read something so shocking, so obscene…

"You've got it in me now, lover! Unh! It's all the way up Mommy's cunt! Fuck me, Son! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Angela stopped reading and forced herself to close the book. For a full minute she stood with her eyes closed, measuring the sensations that coursed through her body. There was no denying it. She didn't have to put her hand between her legs to feel the wet pulsations of her horny, juicy cunt. This was turning her on.

Taking the book with her, Angela went into the bathroom and shut the door. She turned on the lights and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was thirty-six years old now and the book was a threat to her-she had a teenage son of her own. Angela knew she didn't look thirty-six. Waves of thick, sandy-blonde hair framed her youthful, wide-eyed face. There were tiny laugh lines around her ripe lips but she could still have passed for her mid-twenties.

Slowly, Angela looked at the reflection of her body in the mirror. All she had on was a transparent, ice-blue negligee that barely reached her crotch. Her body was still incredibly stacked, long-legged, with slim hips and waist and a firm, peach-shaped ass, her tits lusciously oversized for her delicate frame. Angela could make any man get a hard-on if she went without a bra.

Why had she worn this skimpy negligee tonight? The only one living in the two-bedroom apartment with her now was Tony, her teenage son. He hadn't seen her in it but what if he came into the bedroom?

Her huge tits were clearly visible through the fabric. She could see the shape and color of her large dark-pink nipples. What would Tony have thought at the sight of his mother's luscious tits? For the first time, Angela wondered if she was trying to seduce her son.

The apartment was very quiet now. It was after midnight. Tony still hadn't gotten home. He was out on a date and Angela pictured him fucking some girl. He was very handsome for his age. Did he have a nice big prick, like George had had? Did her son Tony have a nice, big cock?

Angela opened the book again and started reading, this time on page 114:

"Unhh! Fuck my asshole, lover! My asshole's so tight around your cock! Fuck your mother up the ass, darling! I want to feel your cum shooting in my butt!"

Angela shut the book quickly again. There was no denying how she felt now. Her nipples were painfully stiff, protruding through the negligee. Her cunt was a throbbing, dripping mess.

Angela backed up and took a seat on the toilet. Unceremoniously she lifted the negligee and tied the lacy hem around her waist. Groaning softly, she spread her shapely, milk-white thighs on the ivory seat. Her fingers pushed through the thick mound of her light-brown cunt hairs covering her lower belly.

Her cunt was still very tight and juicy. Angela opened the book and started to finger-fuck, speedily fucking two fingers in and out of her throbbing cunt.

"Unngghh! Fuck me!" Reading fast now, she dared to think openly of her boy's prick as she whispered the words she wanted to hear. "Do you want to fuck me, Tony? Mommy wants to fuck you. Come do it to me, lover! Yes, yes just like in the book. Fuck me… fuck your horny mother…"

It lasted only a minute. Angela jerked and writhed on the toilet, her huge D-cup tits jiggling lusciously under the sheer fabric. Then she fucked her fingers all the way up her pulsing pussy and whimpered as she came hard, feeling the contractions of her cunt muscles around them.

Then she took her fingers out of her pussy and rose from the toilet. The whole bathroom now smelled of her musky cunt juices. Angela walked back into the bedroom and made herself put the book back into the box she'd taken it from. The divorce settlement had been fairly generous, so she had no job she had to wake up for the next morning but it was still time to go to bed.

Turning off the lights, the horny mother crawled under the sheets and settled onto her back. Then she just rested there thinking, wondering what she was going to do about her lust.

It had been three months since the divorce had been finalized and it had been three months since her last fuck. That was too long, much too long. Angela had always been an extremely horny woman, which was one of the reasons why George had married her. Even during their worst fights, they'd generally fuck several times a day.

God only knew, there were plenty of men who wanted to get into her panties now. Angela smiled in the dark, thinking of her stacked, voluptuous figure. Long legs and big tits could still turn on any man… but her suitors weren't arousing to her or at least not arousing enough to get her to spread her legs. The only one she really wanted to fuck, more than she'd ever wanted to fuck George was… Tony. Even in the dark, Angela felt herself blushing. There was no escaping it. Ever since he'd reached puberty and she'd first seen his crotch bulging, she'd been desperate to suck and fuck her well-hung son.

Angela twisted on the mattress and wantonly started to fingerfuck again, groaning as she fucked her fingers in and out of her hairy pussy. How did her friend Janet handle this? Did Janet get horny for her son Mike too?

Thirty-eight years old as well-built and pretty as she was, Janet was a widow who lived in a house acrosee the street with Mike, her only child. Angela had become good friends with her since the divorce. Many times she'd noticed how handsome Mike was. Dizzily now, as her fingers fucked frantically in and out of her cunt slit, she wondered how Janet controlled her lust.

CHAPTER TWO

Twenty-four hours later, Angela was sipping a gin and tonic and watching a television program on the living room couch. Her gaze spent less time onf the set than on the clock on the wall behind it. When would Tony becoming back from his date?

It was a week night but Angela had always been a liberal mother and most of the parental restrictions had been loosened since George's departure. Tony was a big muscular kid. He could take care of himself.

Angela knew why she was staying up for him and the idea made her feel both ashamed and excited. She wanted to seduce him. She wasn't going to go about it directly but there was no denying that she wanted to make him talk to her, to steer the conversation quickly to sex.

The room was dark except for the glow of the television set. Angela took a long sip of gin and looked down at herself. She'd chosen her clothes very carefully. At first glance it looked like an outfit she always wore a blouse and shorts for working around the house on a hot night.

But she wasn't wearing a bra under the blouse and her huge tits were nearly bursting through. It had a deep cleavage and even she was aroused by the sight of her own spongy, jiggling cleavage when she glance at herself in the mirror.

She wore no sandals and the denim cut-offs were cut very high up the cheeks of her ass. They werre tight, molding to her pussy. Tony would be able to see the outline of her cunt slit.

Squirming on the big soft-cushioned couch, Angela spread her long bare legs and rubbed her throbbing pussy through the shorts. She was so horny, so Goddamn hot. The gin had already affected her and being drunk only made her more desperate for a stiff fucking cock.

At that moment, the front door opened and closed with a loud slam. Angela looked over her shoulder just in time to see her son, looking thoroughly angered, stomping across the hall to his room.

"Tony! Aren't you even going to say hello to me?"

"Hello," Tony muttered.

"Now, now don't be like that." Angela patted the couch cushion beside her. "Come over and watch TV with me a little while."

"I don't want to," Tony grunted.

"Tony!" Knowing her power as a parent, Angela let her voice rise ever so slightly. "Now don't you be like that. Come over here and tell your mother what's bothering you!"

Tony shrugged and entered the light cast by the television set. He was a big, handsome boy with broad shoulders and a head full of thick, curly black hair. He'd dressed up for his date and Angela found herself looking immediately at the swollen cock bulge in the crotch of his tight slacks.

"Tony! Look at your face! Have you been crying?"

"No! Jesus, I'm too old for that!" Tony flopped on the couch beside his mother and folded his arms across his chest. "I'm just pissed off, that's all. That fucking cunt!"

Angela thought of telling him to watch his language but she realized that she wanted him to use even more obscene words before the night was over. "What filthy cunt are you referring to, darling?"

"Oh, the chick I went out with, Trisha. Jesus, what a stuck-up bitch!"

"Isn't she a nice girl?" Absentmindedly, Angela leaned over and started stroking her son's hair.

"Oh, she's nice enough. Christ, oh… you know, Mom." Tony looked suddenly sheepish. "I can't talk to you about stuff like that."

"I'm a grown woman, Tony," Angela giggled. "I really don't think you're going to shock me. Now what went wrong on your little date? Hmmm?"

"Oh, you know. She wouldn't… I mean, she wouldn't…"

"Wouldn't what?"

"Wouldn't what?"

"Wouldn't put out, that's what!" Angela started breathing hard, making her huge braless tits heave under the blouse. A sudden vision of her child in the back seat of a car, trying to stick his stiff cock into a reluctant virgin, made her pussy throb with lust.

"Oh? She wouldn't have sex with you? Do most of the girls you date just lie down and let you fuck them? Hmmm?"

Tony glanced at his mother, surprised by her language. His gaze dropped to her body and Angela got much hornier as she saw something big and stiff growing in his slacks.

"Yeah! Yeah, I guess they do. But that's not the thing, I mean… shit, she led me on so much!"

"A little prick teaser, wasn't she?" Angela moved closer, until her sleek bare thigh touched her son's leg. Tony dropped his gaze, suddenly realizing that he could see the outline of her pussy slit. Angela was amazed by the size of the big tube of meat growing down his leg.

"Yeah, she was a real prick teaser. She let me, you know, play around with her and all, but she wouldn't let me stick it in her! Goddamn it! We spent three hours in the back of that car! I got so fucking horny!"

"So fucking horny," Angela repeated softly. "Is that why my little darling has a big hard-on sticking out of his pants?"

Tony flushed and shot a swift glance at his swollen crotch. Angela coolly continued to stroke his hair, as if there was nothing unusual in pointing out the size of her son's cock.

"Jesus, Mom!"

"What a horny little boy my darling is tonight," she said softly. "My, that thing looks like it must be a foot long. And look at the way you're looking at your mother's body."

Tony blushed even deeper as he tore his gaze from his mother's stacked curves, looking wide-eyed into her face. By this time, his cock was as hard as stone and his prick was obviously very fat and very long and very stiff.

"Tony, we just can't let you walk around being so frustrated. You'll never get to sleep with an enormous boner like that!"

No longer trying to restrain herself, the big titted mother dropped her hand to her son's crotch. Tony gasped as he watched her wrap her fingers around his aching cock, squeezing hard.

"Jesus, Mom!"

"You've got a big, stiff hard-on, darling." Angela made soft cooing sounds as she slid off the couch, kneeling on the floor between her son's legs. "You'll get an awful case of blue balls if Mommy doesn't give you a little relief!"

Her fingers trembling, Angela unzipped her son's slacks. Tony just sat there gaping at her as she tugged his tight pants over his ass cheeks, removing them with his shorts, pulling them down to his ankles.

"Oh, Son! You've got such a huge dick!"

Angela sat back on her ankles, ogling the length of her boy's cock. His prick was huge, even bigger than she'd dared to hope. The long, meaty trunk stood out of his big balls and prick fur like a billy club, with a shaft as thick as her wrist.

"Oh God, darling! What a whopper my little boy has!"

Angela wrapped both hands around his huge cock, feeling the tube of flesh beat and pulse on her palms. A good seven inches of prick protruded from the grip of her fists. The knob of his cock was even thicker than the trunk, a bulbous crown that was now uncontrollably seeping jism onto her fingers.

"Does my little boy need a blow job?" Panting with desire, Angela watched the milky pre-cum ooze from his piss hole as she jacked his throbbing prick. "Does Tony want Mommy to put his cock inot her mouth and give it a good, juicy sucking? Mmmm?"

"Jesus, Mom!" Tony was so shocked that he couldn't move. "I can't believe you're doing this to me!"

"But I am, darling! I love my well-hung son so much!"

The gin had made her very drunk, but Angela knew she would have done the same thing cold sober at the first sight of her son's mammoth cock. Bending forward, she pressed her lips to the tip of his prick. Her pussy pulsed violently as she inhaled the salty aroma of cock meat, as she savored her first taste of her son's big prick.

"Ohhhh!" Tony's cock throbbed much harder. He relaxed on the couch, shuddering with arousal. "Oh, Mom! That feels so good!"

Angela jacked of his prick slow and hard as she ran her lips and tongue up the knob and shaft, planting wet kisses on the flesh of his cock. Her boy's prick was bigger than her former husband's and was stiffer than she'd ever seen George's cock grow. Angela knew she was dying to suck his prick now. She was desperate to taste her son's jism squirting down her throat.

Pressing her lips on the juicy tip of his cock, squeezing with both hands, Angela slowly opened her mouth. She made an obscene gurgling sound as she slowly stuffed her son's prick between her lips.

"Oh, Momma!" Tony's face was a mask of surprise as he watched his mother start sucking his cock, her pretty face contorted around the thick prick shaft clogging her mouth. "Suck it, Mom! Yes, oh Christ! Suck my prick!"

Angela was so eager to give him a blow job that she nearly choked, taking too much of his cock down her throat and gagging as the prick know brushed past her tonsils. But she didn't want to give up any of the cock shaft, and she fought back the reflex, flaring her nostrils so she could breathe around the swollen prick.

Wet slurping, smacking sounds filled the living room as the horny mother began the blow job, compressing her lips tightly around the veined stiffness of her son's cock. Skillfully Angela puckered her cheeks, remembering what her husband taught her about cocksucking. She started to suck her boy'd prick very hard.

Up and down her head bobbed, lightly fucking his boner down the back of her throat. Angela closed her eyes, inhaling the cunt warming aroma of his prick and balls. She pulled one hand from his hotly beating cock shaft. Pushing her hand between his hairy, muscular thighs, she cupped the sac of his bloated balls, rolling the cum-congested globes on her fingers.

Tony's big prick got stiffer between her lips, basking in her buttery throat. He put his hands behind her head, curling his fingers in her thick hair. Then he started to rock his ass off the couch.

"Suck it, Momma! Suck it, suck…"

The sounds of the blow job were now very loud as Angela feverishly worked out on her boy's bloated prick. She bobbed her head farther down, again nearly choking as she took a full half of his prick between her lips.

Hungrily her tongue swirled around his cock, skirting the flared tip to lap up the prick juices bubbling up from his balls. Her fist tightened around the root of his cock. Angela jacked fast and hard, beating her son's meat into her mouth.