"Wild easy family" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harris Kathy)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Carly could see that her son still was not acting as a normal boy should. For the first time since entering his room, she felt a pang of concern that perhaps he was right after all.

No way! she thought fervently. No son of mine is going to be some Goddamned queer. He just can't!

With that thought, she lowered her head once more and began sucking on her son's cock. This time, she brought her other hand to his balls and pulled them slightly away from his body.

The dutiful mother hollowed her cheeks inward and sucked hard on the boy's throbbing cockhead. She swirled her tongue around and around the pulsing prickhead, savoring the feel of the smooth flesh against her tongue. She started licking and sucking faster and faster.

Then, she moved down to coat his prickshaft with more of her saliva. As she came up, she followed her mouth with her thumb and index finger in a ring, just the way her boy had taught her. She moved off the cockhead briefly, rotating her closed hand.

She bobbed her head quickly at the top of Tom's cock, and then she put her lips to the underside and moved downward, flicking her tongue as she went.

When she got to the base of the throbbing prickshaft, she held the boy's loaded balls in her hand and ran her wet tongue over them. The feel of the wrinkled skin against her tongue was such a thrill for her that her pussy seeped more and more fuck juice.

Carly opened her mouth as wide as she could and put Tom's entire sac into her mouth. She closed her lips around the base of the sac and felt his balls come together. She pulled her head back to stretch the skin. Then she moved Tom's balls around in her mouth with her tongue. She was a little surprised by what a nice feeling it was to haven her own son's balls inside her mouth.

Tom writhed on the bed beneath his mother's sucking, licking mouth, trying to keep his moans and groans of pleasure to a minimum so as not to betray his true feelings.

When the woman had pulled the skin of her son's sac as tight as she could, she opened her mouth and let Tom's balls pop out. As soon as they did, she moved back to the top of his prick and bobbed. When she felt his cock getting harder and thicker, she let his prick slip from her mouth.

Vowing to prove to both her son and to herself that he was a real man, Carly stood up beside the bed and stripped all of her clothes off.

"Do you like my body, Son?" she asked when she was as naked as he was.

"Sure, Mom, I've always thought you were beautiful. You have a very nice body," the boy responded, hoping his mother would not notice his lust-thickened voice.

"Good. That's a start," Carly said with a sigh.

She moved onto her son's bed and stretched out beside him. Tom made no move to touch her but he didn't move away from her either.

"Son, I know the idea probably turns you off but I want you to touch my tits," she said.

Tom hid his grin from her as he turned to face her and put his fingers on one nipple. He ran the tip of his index finger around the base of the thing and then he squeezed her hip between his thumb and forefinger. The nip was stiff, and he could see from the expression on her face that she loved the way he was touching her. He was glad that her eyes were closed so she could not see the lust-twisted expression on his own face.

Now, he reached his other hand to her other nipple. He squeezed both of the stiff nubs, and then pulled them.

"Yesssss," she moaned.

Her son's lewd touch sent ripples of incestuous pleasure through the woman's body. And each new surge of sensations made her cunt hotter and wetter as her juice continued to flow.

"You know, Mom, men like to have their nipples squeezed too," Tom said.

"Yes, I know," Carly said with a smile as she reached out and pinched her son's nipples, pulling them. She noticed that his cock made a little jerk when she did that.

Tom continued to squeeze and pinch his mother's tits until her nipples were stretched out, much longer than they usually were. Then he released her tits, letting her nips snap back.

"Oh, Tommy, I only hope you're enjoying this half as much as I am," Carly sighed.

More than twice as much, the boy thought. "Why don't you try sucking on one of my nipples?" she asked reathlessly.

Without replying for fear of think his true feelings away, Tom moved down in the bed and broke the contact of her fingers with his own nipples. Then, as soon as his head was poised over the woman's tit, he took the long, stiff nip into his hot, wet mouth.

He ran his tongue around the firm nipple, and then he whipped back and forth over the tip.

Carly felt a heady burst of sensation in her loins as her son licked her nipple. She knew that she was extra excited because he was ha own little boy.

Tom began to suck on his mother's nipple. Carly brought her hand up and ran her palm over the nape of his neck.

"This reminds me of when you were a baby," she purred.

That thrilling period of her life flooded back into her mind. It was as clear to her as if it had all happened the week before. She felt, in Tom's sucking mouth, the same kind of pleasure she had felt when he sucked her tit for the milk he needed.

It was an exciting feeling she had thought was lost to her forever, but now it was happening again. She let herself wallow in the forbidden delight.

She remembered the way he had gone after her nipples after he had grown a little older. He had become aggressive in his search for the nipples he needed so much. He would paw at her tits through her clothes when he was hungry, and as soon as she would unbutton her blouse and take her tit out, he would hold it in his hands and sink his mouth over the nipple, sucking forcefully.

And the woman remembered times when her tit had gone dry and her little, boy would beat at it with his small, balled-up fists. He would suck even harder then and when he received no milk for his efforts, he would hit her again, and finally he would take his mouth off of her nipple and start to cry.

Carly groaned as she realized that she was now feeling that some pleasure that the boy's tiny mouth had given her so long ago. She had denied those exciting feelings at the time. She remembered the way her pussy would start to get wet. Then the tingling would start.

When the burning sensation in her cunt would get to the point when she could stand it no longer, she would hitch up her skirt and slip her hand beneath the waistband of her panties. She would feel an explosion of ecstasy as her fingers made contact with her horny clit. Almost as soon as she would start to stroke the fiery bulb, she would find herself in the throes of a heady orgasm.

Yes, it all flooded back to her now as the youngster sucked at her nipple. She grew more and more aroused and her pussy grew wetter and hotter with each of Tom's sucks.

Unaware of the lewd thoughts flooding his mother's mind, Tom moved his mouth to her other nipple and began to suck. He could see that his sucking was giving her enormous pleasure. She writhed frantically beneath his mouth. As he sucked the one nipple, he moved his fingers to the saliva-wettened nip he had just left and he began to stroke.

"Oh, God, yes, Tommy, yes!" Carly cried, holding his head against her tit.

She had never thought she would ever actually be lying there in her son's bed, urging him to suck her tits. Yet, here she was, and, for a brief moment, she wondered why she had never done this before with her good-looking son.

Them all thought faded as intense pleasure filled sensations tore through her body, blocking out everything else.

Long moments later, the boy took his mouth off of his mother's tits and Carly let out a little soft moan of disappointment.

"Well, Mom, I finished sucking your tits," the boy said, as if announcing that he had just mowed the lawn for her. "What do you want me to do to you next?"

"What do you think you would like to do, Son?" Carly asked, hardly able to get the words past the knot of desire in her parched throat. "Gee, I don't know. Let me think for a minute," Tom said.

He knew exactly what he wanted. "Oh, I know what might be kind of interesting," he said a minute or later.

"What is it, Son?" Carly asked, hoping against hope that her son, would want to fuck her now.

"I think I might like to look at your cunt, Mom. I've never really seen one before," Tom lied, trying to appear only slightly interested in the idea.

Carly sighed disappointedly. It looked as if she would have to wait for her son to fuck her. Or maybe he would not want to do that at all.

"Sure, Tommy, go ahead," Carly said thickly, spreading her legs wide for her son as he moved down the bed and scooted between her creamy thighs.

Tom ran the tips of his fingers through her patch of pussy fur and lightly up and down her cunt slit.

"You can touch me harder than that, Son. You won't hurt me?" Carly said, already thrusting her crotch up in search of his probing fingers.

Tom had to remind himself to act as if he had never even seen a pussy before, let alone fucked one. He slowly pulled his mother's cuntlips apart, as if unsure of what he would find inside. He stared hungrily at the moist pink meat within.

Tom grinned as he pulled his mother's swollen cuntlips farther apart, moving his head closer to her. He swallowed hard as he stared at all the fuck juice that was flowing around inside the woman's pussy. Yeah, she was good and hot alright!

"First… there's my clit," Carly said in a voice that was strangled and strange-sounding to her own ears.

"Yeah, I've heard about that, Mom. That's the part that makes you feel really turned on, right?" Tom asked, trying to sound as pussy ignorant as possible.

"Y-Yes, that's right dear," Carly said, hoping that she wouldn't come right then and there.

Feeling her own son's hands spreading her wet pussy lips apart wide he studied her cunt was a thrill far more intense that anything she had ever experienced until then.

"I don't see it, Mom," Tom said.

"Wh-what, dear?" Carly asked dazedly.

"Your clit! I can't see your clit! Where is it?" Tom asked, thoroughly enjoying his little game.

"Oh. Well… you see the part that looks sort of like an upside down 'V' at the top there?" Carly asked urgently.

"Yeah, Mom, I can see that," Tom said, feeling like laughing.

He had, after all, been looking at tits for several years now. In fact, he had done a lot more than just look at them. He had stroked them and sucked them to orgasm more times than he could count. But his mother didn't know that, and it was important that she not find out now.

"Okay," Carly said breathlessly, "well, just part that thing a little more and you'll find the clit just beneath it. It's a small, pink little thing."

Tom parted his mother's cuntlips wider and saw her clit. The sight of the sexy little nub took his breath away, and it made his cock grow harder.

"Yeah, I see it," he said softly.

"You can touch it if you want, Son," Carly said, feeling like yelling at him to touch it or she would go mad.

Tom quickly moved his forefinger and pressed it against his mother's clit which felt hot and hard beneath his touch. He moved his finger in a little.

"Oh, God, Tommy!" Carly moaned.

"Sorry, Mom, did I do something wrong?" Tom asked as he forced himself to pull his finger away from the woman's clit. What he felt like doing was attacking that little nub with his finger, his mouth, and his cock.

"No, no, it's just that a woman's clit is so very sensitive, and you made me feel very good when you touched me," Carly explained through clenched teeth.

"What are the other parts of your pussy, Mom?" Tom asked, turning his gaze back to the pink meat spread out so openly for his eyes.

Carly stalled, trying desperately to regain the composure lost the instant she entered her son's room and saw him jerking himself off. "Right there in the center or a little below it is my fuckhole."

Tom gazed excitedly at his mother's cunthole. He had to wonder if her pussy could take his huge cock. He knew she could, and he also knew that it would be fun to feel those tiny pussy walls squeezing against the sides of his turgid prick.

"It's awfully tiny, Mom," he husked.

Carly was too overwhelmed by her own fuck lust to notice the desire that thickened her son's voice.

"Go ahead, Son, stick your finger into it… explore it." Carly said, choking.

Tom grinned, glad that his mother couldn't see his face. He pushed his forefinger into the tight fuck hole. The more he pushed into her, the wetter her cunt grew with her juices. He wiggled his finger around a bit when all the way in.

"Don't be so timid, darling… go on… push against the skies… feel all over my fuckhole!" Carly cried, surprised by the demanding note in her voice.

Tom eagerly obeyed his mother's wishes, noting the way she moaned and groaned with incestuous pleasure as he explored her cunthole thoroughly with his finger.

"Can a big cock fit inside this little hole, Mom?" he asked with another grin.

"Oh, yes, darling… even a cock as big as yours could fit. You see, a girl's cunt expands to accommodate any size cock," Carly said, hoping that the boy would take the lewd hint.

"Thanks for showing me your cunt, Mom," Tom said, barely able to restrain his lust as he moved back up next to his mother.

Carly reached out and put her hand on her son's hard cock. She moaned as she felt it swelling beneath her hand. As she continued to stroke the boy's cock, she took Tom's right hand in her own and moved it to her pussy-slit. She pressed his index finger into the top of her slit and brought it to her clit.

Tom swirled his finger around inside his mother's cunt and more and more juice poured from the woman's fuckhole, completely drenching the boy's finger.

The youngster pressed his finger against his mother's hard clit and then he stroked the trembling nub with the tip of his finger. Each movement gave the woman another surge of incestuous ecstasy.

"Ohhhhh, Tommy, I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me!" she wailed.