Harry Stevens
Hot bed cousins

AB-5351
CHAPTER ONE

The fishy smell of stale cum was unmistakable. After a long whiff, Meg Browning jerked her son's stained shorts away from her nose and threw them into the machine with the rest of the dirty laundry. But she couldn't get them out of her mind.

Finally Meg could contain her curiosity no longer. She just had to know more about her only daughter's surprising sex life.

She went to Andy's room and searched through his things. In the bottom of a dresser drawer she found a packet of rubbers. Meg's cunt automatically spasmed as she imagined her son's hard cock encased in one of the skin-tight sheaths.

"What little bitch is he fucking?" Meg wondered aloud, her language as out of control as her thoughts.

She searched for more clues and found one hidden between the pages of a book. It was a Polaroid photo of a naked teenaged girl with her legs spread, showing off her wide-open pussy. Meg recognized her immediately.

"Sally!" she blurted the name of her brother Bill's daughter. "Andy's fucking his own cousin!"

Meg trembled from her stunning discovery. However, in truth, she was more jealous than shocked. Down deep Meg wanted her son's big cock for herself. It was only a matter of time until she admitted it.

And the time was suddenly now.

"Anybody home?" Andy Browning called as he entered the house. "Mom, you there?"

Meg's cunt burned with desire while the rest of her froze. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She could hear her son approaching the bed room.

At the last moment Meg slipped into the closet where she couldn't be seen just as Andy came into the room. Throwing his school books aside, he sat on the bed. He started fiddling with his jeans, but was hesitant, apparently making up his mind about whether or not to take them off.

"Aw, what the hell, why not?" he sighed. "It's been bugging me all day. Might as well give myself a break."

Meg wondered what he was talking about. When Andy's pants were down she knew. His cock bulged in his shorts. He'd most likely been walking around with a hard-on for hours and now intended to do something about it – namely, jack off.

The last boy on whom Meg had spied while he played with his prick was her brother, Bill, and that had been well over twenty years ago when they were growing up. Meg had never forgotten it.

Bill's had been the first stiff cock Meg had ever seen and when it had spurted with cum she had been left breathless with excitement. Steamy dreams about the experience had bothered her for weeks. She would wake up with her hand between her legs, having to finger-fuck her sticky cunt to get relief.

Now, watching her son about to do what she had seen her brother do so many years before, Meg felt the same panting excitement which had overtaken her back then. For Andy's prick had just jumped out in the open. It was long and thick, with an absolutely beautiful hard-on.

"God, he's hung," Meg whispered to herself. Her pussy was so wet with arousal that she squeezed her thighs together as if she were trying to keep from peeing in her pants.

In the meantime, never suspecting that he was being watched, Andy wrapped his fingers around his jutting cock. Then he began to slowly tug his foreskin back and forth over his swollen cockhead.

"Ahhhh, that's it. Feels good. Real good," he sighed, leaning back so his cock stood straight up while he stroked it.

"Ooooh, do it to yourself, do it," Meg muttered unheard encouragement in the closet. "Make yourself come, Andy. Let me see it. See your big prick explode with hot cum."

As though he were actually listening to his mother, Andy Browning moved his fingers faster around his jutting prick. His balls rose in their tightening sac, then clung to his cock's root.

"Oh, gonna come… gonna come," the boy gasped while his hand blurred on his straining prick.

Andy's body stiffened. His cock lurched and balls quivered. A plume of jizz shot at least six inches in the air.

"Mmmmmm… that's goooood," Andy moaned as his jacked-off cock spurted repeatedly. His cum rained down on his thighs and belly and by the time his nuts were drained, he was a mess.

Meg saw all the spilled jizz glistening and knew that she could not contain herself. There was no way she could remain in the closet with her hung son so near at hand – especially with his dripping cock remaining rigid, despite the amount of cream it had just unloaded.

"Got to have him," Meg admitted to herself recklessly.

And then, just like that, she was out of the closet, standing there in plain sight, her hungry eyes fastened on her son's sticky prick.

"M-mom!" Andy stammered with disbelief. "Wha-what are you doing here?"

"Don't say anything," Meg answered. "just don't say anything."

She moved toward her astonished son. Andy reached for the bedspread to cover himself, but Meg caught his arms and stopped him. With Andy's cock twitching in continued exposure, she licked her lips.

"Shhh, darling," Meg reminded her son to be quiet.

She knelt before him. Now it was her hand on his prick. She guided the fat knob toward her mouth then took it between her moist lips and gave it a long, deep suck.

Meg was hooked at once. She had never tasted anything sweeter than her son's cock. She knew she wouldn't be satisfied unless she ate the whole thing. Then when she had deep-throated Andy, she would really turn on the suction, making his hips roll. Just blowing him wouldn't do. She was determined to make her son fuck her in the mouth.

So Meg's lips inched down the thick shaft of Andy's prick, what the cockhead reached her throat she momentarily gagged from its bulk. Then she got her second wind and resumed swallowing. By the time she took her next breath she had downed every bit of her son's huge prick.

Meg looked down and saw what had happened. His cousin Sally had blown him before, but she had never come near to getting his entire cock in her mouth. That Meg had succeeded where Sally had failed was almost as incredible to Andy as the fact that this was his own mother who was going down on his prick.

And now Meg was sliding her lips up and down the erect column of cockmeat. The friction she generated made Andy's asshole tighten and his balls churn. His hips began thrusting.

Meg had told Andy not to speak. But he could contain himself no longer.

"Jeez, Mom, I'm fucking you in the mouth," he rasped in wonder. "Is that what you want?"

Meg nodded with a throatful of cock. Then her lips resumed moving and her oral suction increased.

"What a trip," Andy murmured, more to himself than anything. "My own mom eating my prick. And doing it sooo deep."

Andy reached down and took handfuls of Meg's long, brown hair. He jogged her face between his legs, increasing the friction between mouth and cock even more.

"Only one thing could make this better," Andy swooned after another minute or so of getting his cock slurped.

Meg glanced up at him, wordlessly encouraging her son to let her know what was on his mind.

"I'd like to, you know, suck you back while you're sucking me," Andy told his mother nervously. "Sort of, well, eat your pussy, Mom. Eat it at the same time you go down on my cock. You think we could?"

Meg didn't have to hear any more. If her son wanted to sixty-nine, she certainly wasn't going to deny him the opportunity.

Up Meg crawled onto the bed, never releasing Andy's prick from her mouth. Now she carefully swung around on top of him, twisting his cock in her oral grasp. She wound up straddling his head so he looked up her skirt. Now it was Andy's job to do the rest.

Andy put his hands on his mother's waist. His fingers were clumsy with excitement and when he found the zipper to Meg's skirt he had trouble getting a grip on it. Meg had to help him. Finally the skirt was unfastened and fell away.

Meg's asscheeks bulged in her panties and her cunt strained at the crotchband. Leaking pussy juice had already stained the yellow fabric to a dark gold.

Andy rubbed his hand on the damp nylon between his mother's thighs. Meg's pussy squished in response, ready to be uncovered.

"Can't believe it," Andy panted. "Gonna see my own mother's cunt. Stick my face in it. Eat it while my cock's getting sucked!"

Andy began to peel the panties away. He did it very slowly as if he were somehow afraid of hurting Meg with the removal of the clinging material. First her bare asscheeks came into view. They were plump, pink and smooth. The crack separating them, though, was wild with dark, curly hair. The hair led straight to Meg's cunt.

Now the panties were gone and Andy Browning was staring into the vertical smile of his mother's wide-open pussy. Some juice dripped on his face and Andy tasted it, shuddering from the exquisite female flavor. Of course he immediately wanted more – directly from the oozing source – so he lowered his mother's cunt toward his face. He kissed the insides of Meg's spread thighs, then took a mouthful of her pussy's bush, sucking it until the curl was gone.

Now Andy placed the lips of his mouth directly against the lips of Meg's cunt. His tongue squirmed in her pussy.

In the midst of the oral contact, Meg's clit was licked. She climaxed on the spot, feeding her son a fresh batch of pussy juice.

Andy gulped down his mother's female cum as if he were dying of thirst. And the harder he gulped, the stronger Meg's orgasm became. She could not recall ever getting off this powerfully before. Best of all, though, was her knowledge that this was just the beginning. What would it be like, Meg wondered, when Andy actually fucked her?

In the meantime, however, the sixty-nine was in full swing. Meg's cunt was not only being devoured by her son, but she was feasting on his big cock in return. As she flew on the wings of her own come, too.

Meg used her mouth like a cunt, tugging at Andy's prick so she could feel the veins stand out. She also squeezed her son's fully packed balls, priming their supply of jism for the approaching eruption.

The pressure Meg was applying swiftly took its toll. Andy's crotch bucked, powering his cock as far down his mother's throat as it could go.

"Gonna come, Mom!" Andy announced. "Come in your mouth like a damned gusher!"

Andy's cock started spurting and Meg started swallowing as the teenaged cum poured into her belly. It was so hot, so sweet. And however much jizz her son's prick wound up feeding her, it would still not be enough for Meg.

"That's it, Mom," Andy called when his cock was drained. "My nuts feel like they're wrong side out. Jesus, what a blow-Job."

Meg reluctantly released her son's prick. She could have sucked it until she'd drunk a gallon's worth of cream. Still, it was time to move on to even better things.

Breaking up the sixty-nine, Meg shifted around on her knees so she was looking down to face her son. She smiled lovingly, some stray cum trickling from the corners of her mouth. Andy grinned back, his nose, lips and chin shiny with her pussy juice.

"You're not through with me yet, are you, Mom?" Andy asked.

"Not hardly," Meg purred in reply.

She reached down for Andy's cock. It had lost some of its strength after its eruption, but instantly returned it's full force when Meg trapped it in the groove of her cunt.

"Ever wondered what it would be like to fuck me?" Meg asked her son. "To fuck your own mother?"

"I couldn't even let myself think about something like that," Andy truthfully answered. Then he paused, getting the words straight for the bold question he was about to ask. "How about you, Mom? Before today, have you ever thought about doing anything like this?"

"I was like you," Meg admitted. "But when I saw your beautiful cock and my pussy started doing my thinking for me. All at once I realized how much I had always wanted you."

"Then go ahead, Mom," Andy urged. "Stick my cock up your cunt so we can start fucking before we change our minds."

"With pleasure, stud," Meg answered hotly.

She didn't have to use her hand to guide her son's hard-on inside her. An expert shift of her crotch and that stiff, teenaged prick surged into her waiting pussy entirely on its own.

Now, with all those solid inches of cock standing straight up in her cunt, Meg bore down and rotated her hips. The result made her womb flutter, making it instantly clear that this was one fuck which would reverse the usual order of her orgasmic response. Rather than finishing with a climax, she was going to come right at the very beginning.

"Ooooooh," she squealed with delight as she rode her son's hilted prick. "It's happening for me already!"

"You're coming so soon?" Andy asked, in awe of his mother's writhing reaction.

"Mmmmmm, yes," Meg groaned with continuous release. "And I don't think I'll be able to stop. As long as we're fucking, I bet I just keep coming and coming and coming."

In his mind Andy compared his mother to the only other person he had ever fucked, his cousin Sally, who wasn't nearly this easy to please. With Sally, Andy had to fuck her and fuck her before she finally climaxed.

Momentarily careless, Andy started to say something to Meg about the difference between her and Sally, but he immediately caught himself, remembering that his mother had no idea he'd been fucking his cousin. No sense, he reasoned, in making things any more complicated than they already were.

Meg, however, detected that her son had been about to say something and had thought better of it. "What were you going to tell me?" she asked.

"Uh, nothing," Andy nervously lied, having the feeling that his mother might be reading his mind.

What Meg said next only increased that impression.

"Bet you're comparing me with some girl you've been fucking," she teased, swaying on top of Andy so his prick shimmied in her tight cunt.

"No," Andy lied some more.

"Don't tell me you're cherry."

Andy claimed he was and Meg didn't push it. Of course she knew about him and Sally, but something told her that keeping this information to herself could be useful later on. Besides, it was fun stringing along with Andy's make-believe virginity. "How about that? So I'm your first piece of ass," Meg chuckled.

Andy had left himself no choice but to reply that this was so.

"Then I'd better really turn it on for you," Meg said playfully. "Don't want to leave you with anything but the best impression possible. After all, if your own mother can't teach you what we women are really like, who can?"

"Sure, Mom," Andy muttered, wondering if he were really off the hook.

During the talking, Meg had temporarily stopped coming. Now she turned it on again, reaching down to flick the switch of her clit. An instant climax instantly seized her. To keep it alive she slid her pussy up and down the column of Andy's cock, her ass bobbing in the air.

The yanking friction on his prick made Andy grit his teeth. His balls ached from the pressure of rising cum. If his mother kept fucking him this way he would shoot his wad very, very soon.

"My cock's ready to blow!" Andy shouted out seconds later.

But it didn't happen the way it seemed it would. To Andy's surprise, his mother short-circuited his climax. Bounding up on her knees, she purposely pulled her pussy off his prick. Confused, Andy asked what was going on as his throbbing cock fell across his belly from its own swollen weight.

"When you come in me, I want it to be exactly right for you," Meg explained. "I want you to be completely in charge so you'll really feel like a man when you fill my cunt with jizz. So far I've been doing all the work. Now I want you to fuck me instead of me fucking you. You be the boss. Dominate me stud."

Meg fell back, catching herself on her elbows, her knees up. Now she parted her legs, stretching her thighs in the classic fucking position to display her yawning cunt.

"God, Mom, you're gorgeous. Just fantastic," Andy panted with excitement at a peak at his spread-legged mother.

"Fuck me!" Meg stated with stark simplicity.

Andy crawled between her open thighs. He had his cock in his hand and he fit the head in the gap of Meg's pussy lips. The penetration was moist and tight. Andy shoved until his prick was in his mother's cunt to his balls.

Now Meg wrapped her long legs around her son's waist. She jogged him in the cradle of her loins the way she'd rocked him in his crib when he was a baby. But it was Andy who actually set the tempo. With mounting rhythm, he drove his cock in the squeezing pussy that had delivered him into the world eighteen years before.

"Mmmm, I knew it would be wonderful this way," Meg moaned, her ass squirming. "You're doing just perfect, stud. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Don't stop moving your cock in my cunt until you come."

"It won't be long, Mom," Andy grunted, his prick pumping in Meg's pussy. "Feels like there's a dam between my legs that's about to burst. I've got so much jizz to shoot that your pussy might not be able to hold it all."

"Sounds fabulous," Meg swooned, picturing herself with her cunt so swamped with her son's cum that the excess streamed down her legs. "Don't hold back a single drop."

In the frantic moments before his climax, Andy ripped open his mother's blouse and squeezed her large tits until they popped out of her bra. Meg's nipples were red and stiff and Andy sucked them. Down below, his prick kept steadily fucking her cunt, thrusting toward a creamy climax.

Suddenly Andy's body went rigid, his cock hilted in his mother's cunt. His prick seemed to expand an extra inch. Meg reacted by tugging as hard as she could with her strong pussy muscles.

"Come, Andy, come!" Meg shouted. "Come in my cunt!"

"Yessssss!" Andy hissed with erotic release.

His cock spurted in the depths of his mother's cunt hole. Once, twice, three times. Then the spurts ran together in a continuous stream of liquid fire.

"So hot," Meg groaned in response. "Such hot, thick cum. Give me more, Andy, more. More cum."

Meg's cunt was already so bloated with its creamy burden that the last of Andy's jizz couldn't be contained. Just as his cock slowed to a dribble, his mother's pussy began leaking.

"You were right," Meg told her gasping son, "my cunt couldn't hold all your cum. It's all over my crotch. Mmmmm, I'm a sticky mess." Andy pulled his spent cock free and looked down between his mother's legs. Meg's cunt was a slobbering wound. Fresh jizz trickled into the crack of her ass and dangled in globs like melting pearls on the strands of her pussy hair.

Meg put her hand down there and smeared the oozing cum from thigh to thigh, up to her belly and on her asscheeks.

"Now lick me off," she told her son hotly. Andy had never tasted his own cum, but there was no hesitation on his part, as he lowered his mouth to his mother's gleaming loins. Andy didn't stop until he had lapped away all of the jizz his tongue could reach, both inside and out of his mother's cunt. When he was finished, Meg still glistened between her waist and thighs, but now it was Andy's spit instead of his cum that caught the light on her bare flesh.

"Jesus, I can't believe I did that – ate my own jizz," Andy slurped when he bobbed up from his mother's licked crotch for some air. "Can't believe any of this, to tell you the truth."

"Well, you'd better get used to it," Meg purred in reply. "Because this is just the beginning for us."

Then she got up from the bed and went over to Andy's dresser, grabbing up an armload of his clothes.

"What are you doing, Mom?" a puzzled Andy asked.

"Moving your things to my room, of course," Meg answered. "Ever since you father and I were divorced, I've needed a man." She paused, training her gaze on her son's cock and balls. Andy instantly found himself with another hard-on. "And now I've got the man I want." Then she dropped the clothes at the sight of her son's revived cock. "But the move can wait." She sighed. "First things first."

Meg returned to the bed. She began sucking Andy's prick all over again. Within minutes he was fucking her once more.