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Chapter 2

For a long, tense moment, mother and son stared at each other. Then Mike turned loose of her piss-wet panties and placed them on the grass off the blanket. He ran his hand over the front of his bulging cock again.

"You think I won't, Mom?" he asked. "You think I won't take my cock out here, in front of you?"

"I don't know if you will or not!" she said smiling at him, taunting him. "I just asked you to. It's up to you whether you do or not."

"You think I won't?"

Lisa knew her son was hesitant. He wasn't sure she meant it.

"Well? I'm waiting, darling."

"Aw, you're just talking, Mom," he said, then turned onto his stomach, resting his head on his crossed arms, looking at her. "You don't really want me to take it out."

A nervous laugh came from Lisa. She was disappointed. She had been so sure that he would expose his cock to her.

"Chicken," she said. "Squawk… squawk… chicken."

"You first, Mom," he said.

"Me first, what?"

"You show me something first," Mike replied. "You wanna see my cock, you gotta show something to me."

"Mmmm, like what?"

"Anything you wanna show."

Lisa was trembling with expectant desire.

She moved her eyes over his ass, seeing how tight those twin cheeks looked inside his pants. She could imagine what it felt like to him as he pressed his hard cock against the blanket.

"Maybe I'm the one who's chicken," she said. "What do you think your mother is, an exhibitionist?"

"What's that?"

"A person who goes around exposing themselves," she said.

"You want me to be one!" he reminded her.

"Who started this, anyway?"

"You did, Mom."

"Bullshit!" she said. "You're the one who wanted to know how my dress got wet."

"And you're the one who told me you pissed in your panties," he retorted.

"You're the one that wanted to see."

"You're the one that showed me," he said.

"You're the one that got a hard-on."

"Well, hell, Mom!" he exclaimed. "What do you think a guy will do if you raise your damn dress and show it that way?"

She laughed. "Do you know what we sound like – a couple of arguing kids.

You first! No, you go first!"

Mike wiggled his ass, pressing his cock harder into the ground. Lisa watched, seeing his ass cheeks bunch tightly. Her cunt boiled, the lips swollen, her clit tingling. She moved her arms behind her, locating the tab of her zipper. She pulled it down, then shrugged. The top of her dress started to fall from her tits, but she caught it, keeping it in place as she stared hotly at her son.

Then she allowed one tit to be revealed.

Mike's eyes went hot and hungry as he stared at his mother's tit. Her pale brown nipple was rigid, rubbery hard and standing out in succulent sweetness.

"Your turn," she said, her voice thick with desire.

Mike turned onto his side again and Lisa's eyes went straight to his cock.

His prick was throbbing very hard inside his pants. She began to gasp with heated pleasure as he began to fumble with the buttons of his jeans. When he had them open, he pulled the fly wide.

Lisa saw the taut flesh of his cock, and her cunt almost convulsed into orgasm.

"Is that all I get to see?" she asked in a heavy, teasing voice. "No more?"

Mike reached into his pants and adjusted his cock.

Lisa gasped.

She saw the head of her son's cock, but no more. He kept the rest of it hidden from her. But the head was swollen and she could see pre-cum was dripping from his piss hole again.

"Mmmm," she moaned, licking her lips as she stared with smoldering eyes at her son's almost exposed cock. She turned loose of her dress, and both tits were revealed to him. Lisa's tits were round and firm, the flesh creamy smooth and flawlessly shaped. Her nipples, pale brown in color, were easily half an inch long and right now they were rigid with passion.

She gazed hungrily at the head of her son's cock, wanting him to shove it all the way out of his pants. But Mike didn't – he allowed only the swollen head to protrude as he gazed at his mother's tits.

Lisa could not drag this out any longer. She couldn't tease her son any more. She was teasing herself more than him, anyway. With the liquid steam bubbling in her cunt, she didn't want to play this childish show-me-yours-then-I'll-show-you-mine any longer.

Her dress was already down around her waist, her beautiful tits exposed. She lifted one knee. She watched her son's eyes, and saw them start to glow as he looked between her thighs, directly at her cunt.

She drew the knee up high, then let it fall to one side. She pulled her skirt up, bunching it at her waist. Her cunt twitched as she spread her thighs wide.

Lisa's cunt was wet and pink, the lips puffy. Her clit was long, like her tits, almost half an inch in length. It was a very sensitive clitoris, always knotted, always tingling. The curls of her cunt were thick and dark around her cunt lips before disappearing into the crack of her ass.

She saw her son lick his mouth, and then she gazed at the head of his prick.

She was delighted to see her son's cock inching from his fly. It slipped out all the way, and her hand itched to take hold of it, to feel it, to stroke it, jack him off. But she didn't move yet. His cock was very hard and long, thick even. The piss hole looked big enough to stick a cigarette into. It flared open as she looked at it.

Mike's eyes were straining as he stared up his mother's long, creamy thighs, at her hot looking cunt.

"Now what?" Lisa whispered, licking her lips.

Mike didn't reply – he couldn't say a word. His cock jerked about as he looked at his mother's tantalizing pussy. She saw him take her piss-wet panties and drape them over his rigid cock. He closed his fist around his cock and began to jack off.

"Ooooh, look at you!" Lisa whimpered. She moved a hand between her thighs and began to stroke her cunt. She rubbed at her distended clit, thrilled that he was watching every move her fingers made. It excited her to have her son watch her fingering her cunt, while she watched him stroke his cock at the same time.

But it wasn't what she wanted.

"Now what?" she asked once more, moving her middle finger into her cunt.

"Now what, Mom?"

"Do we just play with ourselves, darling?"

"I… what do you want, Mom? I'll do anything you want to do."

"This is crazy, you know that, Mike?" she said, watching his cock drip. "We both know what we want, don't we?" He nodded his head. "We want to fuck, don't we?" Again he nodded his head. "You want to fuck me, am I right?"

"Yes, Mom," he said in a very low voice.

"And I would love to fuck you, right?"

"Oh, I sure hope so, Mom!"

Lisa licked her lips again. "If we do… if we fuck, what happens from there on? Do we just fuck this time and stop, or are we going to keep fucking each other?"

"Anything you want. Mom!" he said, rubbing her piss-wet panties on his cock.

"Don't make yourself come," she moaned, fingering her pussy a bit faster.

She stroked the inner thigh of her leg with her other hand. "Don't come yet, darling."

"I might, Mom," he said, jacking faster. "I don't know if I can keep from coming."

Lisa pulled her finger from her pussy, brought it to her face. She poised her finger toward her lips.

"You don't know me very well, baby," she said. "You only know me as your mother. I'm unusual, to say the least. I may not want to stop just fucking you once. I may want to fuck you a lot, Mike."

"Lets fuck, Mom!"

"Please, Mike," she said as he moved his hand up her thigh, stroking past her knee. "Wait until I tell you this."

"Then hurry before I come," he said.

"Turn your cock loose and listen to me."

She waited until he released his cock, her wet panties dangling on it.

"Honey, I'm like I said, unusual. I have these desires, and you might not enjoy them. I can't help it, they're inside me. I might ask for more than just being fucked by you."

"I'll do anything you want, Mom!" he promised.

"You say that now," she said, then shoved her finger into her mouth, licking the cunt juice from it deliberately so he could see. "Does this tell you anything?"

She ran her finger into her cunt again, and once more licked at it.

"Only that you're hot," he said.

"Mike, my mind is always on fucking. I think about cock all the time. I want to do things I've only thought about before. Things you may not enjoy or want to do with me."

"Try me!" he said, reaching above her thigh and lightly touching the lip of her cunt. "Try me, Mom."

She looked at him for a long time, her cunt burning with the touch of his finger. "Oh, baby! I want to! Please, don't disappoint me – please!"

"I won't," he promised.

Lisa lay back on the blanket, her knees up and spread wide. She held her arms out to her son.

"Come on, honey. Come here and fuck mother! Ohhh, darling, shove your cock up mother's hot, wet cunt! Fuck me, Mike! Fuck mother's hot cunt hard and fast – now!"

Mike scrambled between his mother's thighs. He still had his pants on, and the rough fabric was harsh against her tender thighs, but she welcomed it.

She ran her right hand down and grasped her son's cock. She pulled the swollen head of his prick against her clit, smashing it, feeling his juices seeping from his piss hole. She shoved his cock down a bit, then arched her crotch to him. The smooth head of his cock penetrated her fiery cunt.

"Oooooo, yes, yes!" she gurgled as his cock slithered into her steamy cunt.

"Oh, God fuck me, Mike! Fuck mother's hot cunt! Give it to me, darling!

Ooooh, you're so fucking long and thick… stuff my hot cunt with that sweet cock! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Lisa screamed with ecstasy as the length of her son's cock penetrated her cunt. The thickness of Mike's cock seemed to stretch her cunt to its utmost limits.

She wrapped her hot hands around his hips, her arms clutching at his back.

She lifted her knees high, arching her cunt up. The harsh fabric of his pants scraped the tender surfaces of her inner thighs. Her cunt was so sensitive, she could feel the grooves and ridges of his throbbing prick.

Lisa's cunt began to grip her son's cock, to flex about it, squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax.

Mike buried his face into her neck, the steamy heat of his breath searing her flesh. Lisa ran her hands up and down his back, wiggling her upturned crotch against him.

Sliding her hands down his back, Lisa clutched her son's tightening ass cheeks, trying to pull his cock deeper and deeper, squealing loudly with the burning ecstasy. She dug her fingers into his tight ass, flinging her legs straight up into the air and throwing them wide, making a beautiful V for him.

Mike ran his hands down his mother's sides, past her hips, then underneath to cup the creamy smoothness of her shapely hot ass.

"Ooooh, darling," she whimpered in a hot, throaty voice. "You're so deep!

Your cock is so deep in mother's cunt! I love it, Mike! Oh, fuck me, baby!

Fuck mother's hot cunt! Give it to me! Bang mother's cunt hard, baby! Ooooh, what a cock! So big, so hard, so… so fucking good!"

Churning her ass up, Lisa began to fuck her son as he shoved his cock in.

Her cunt clung to her son's cock as she humped her ass up and! down, her stretched cuntlips riding and sucking and squeezing. His hands felt so hot as they cupped her ass, his fingers pressing into the firm flesh of her ass cheeks.

"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" she squealed, rocking her ass up and down, grinding against him as she pulled her legs back, holding them wide apart.

"Oh, fuck my hot cunt. Mike!"

"So hot, Mom," Mike grunted. "You're so hot and wet. You're really wet, Mom!"

His hips plunged, his cock ramming into her boiling cunt with power. She squealed as the rough pounding smashed at her swollen cuntlips and fiery distended clitoris.

They were in the sun, and it beat down upon their thrashing bodies. But the heat of the sun was nothing compared to that of Lisa's cunt or her son's cock. The hardness of Mike's prick stretched and seared and scalded her pussy flesh, threatening to melt her clit and cuntlips from her churning body.

"Hold my ass!" she screeched in ecstasy. "Hold mother's ass! Oh, God… hold my hot ass, darling!"

The powerful way Mike rammed his cock into her cunt made Lisa grunt and squeal, the breath hissing from her. Her hands clung to his bouncing ass frantically, as if she were afraid his cock would jerk free of her over-heated cunt. Her knees were now drawn, back until they were along his sides, her cunt lifting to his stabbing cock. She felt him fucking hard and fast against her hairy crotch. The swollen head of his cock seemed to reach her stomach, her throat. A cock had never felt so good to her before.

"Fucking you, Mom!" Mike grunted. "I'm fucking you! My cock is in you… fucking you! Oh, so tight and hot and wet and. I'm fucking you, Mom!"

"Ooooh, you sure are, baby!" Lisa gurgled hotly, swinging her ass up and grinding her crotch in tight, frenzied circles against him. "You sure are fucking, darling! You're giving mother a good fucking, a hard fucking!"

The liquid heat of her orgasm was building within her. Lisa's eyes rolled about as the passion increased. She licked her lips as she fucked up against him, then she sucked her bottom lip between her sharp, white teeth, biting down on it. Moans and squeals came from her. The gasping heat of her son's breath against her neck served to intensify her sensations.

Her tits were smashed by his chest. Her nipples were trying to bore holes into his shirt, into his flesh. Her tits and nipples tingled in a way that no scratching would ever soothe. The first quivers of her orgasm struck.

"Ooooo! Ohhhh!" she yelped, slamming her cunt hard against him. "You're making me come. Mike! Ohhh, baby, you're making mother come! Feel my pussy… feel my pussy coming? Mother's pussy is squeezing your cock, Mike… and coming and coming and coming! Oh, ram me… bang me, fuck the piss out of my fucking hot, wet, tight, hairy cunt!"

"Mom! Oh, Mom!" Mike shouted. "I feel it! I feel you squeezing my cock! I don't think I can wait much longer! I've gotta come, too, Mom!"

Lisa threw her convulsing cunt hard against him, taking his cock as deep as she could, pulling at his tight ass with strong fingers. Her pussy was entering a second orgasm now, stronger and much more satisfying than the first.

Her hair-lined cunt seemed to be sucking on her son's cock, nibbling at it.

The lips of her cunt were clinging to the base of his prick, flexing and milking in tight, rippling waves as she strived to make her son come.

"Do it, Mike!" she screamed in passion. "Don't try and hold it back! I want it, baby! Oh, God… I want you to come in me! Flood my hot cunt with that sweet come juice, darling! Ohhh, please, please, fill my cunt with your thick, white, sweet come juice! Let me have it… I want it!"

Mike could not have held his discharge back under any circumstances. He rammed hard into his mother's pussy, his body going stiff between her gripping thighs. She heard him moan, then grunt. His cock jerked and swelled inside her spasming cunt, then she felt the first spurt of his come juice as he spewed forth. Jizz shot out of his piss hole like a geyser, a sweet, wonderful, beautiful squirt of thick, precious come juice.

Lisa felt her son's come splashing along the satiny walls of her cunt, splattering deep. Each rapid throb of his cock increased the force of her orgasm, making her body shake violently.

She gasped loudly and clung to his tight ass. Her son was holding her naked ass as if he was trying to drive his cock all the way through, to pin her smooth ass to the blanket.

She welcomed it.

She wanted it.

She screamed for it.

Time and again her son squirted, the creamy come juice drenching her cunt, until it seeped from her tight cunt lips and dripped over the curves of her ass. She had never felt so filled with sweet come juice in her life… And her cunt was still clutched in those blissful orgasms, sucking and squeezing the last drops from her son's cock.

The orgasms seemed to last for hours.

Lisa didn't want to release her son. She wanted to hold him on top of her forever. His weight made her feel good. His cock was still inside her tight cunt, still throbbing from the glowing discharge. The lips of her pussy flexed about it, something she had no control over. Her cunt had this ability, and was enjoyed not only by the men she fucked, but by her, too.

Finally Mike rolled off his mother.

He sprawled on his back, arms and legs thrown wide, his chest heaving up and down. His eyes seemed to glow.

Lisa lay on her back, her piss-wet dress at her waist. Her nipples were still rubbery hard. She lowered her legs, leaving them wide apart, enjoying the slight breeze playing between them, cooling some of that liquid heat… but not much.

The cheeks of her ass writhed on the blanket and she cupped her tits gently, mewling happiness.

Turning her head, she saw her sons cock. It was now glistening with the slippery juices of her cunt.

It's a beautiful cock, she thought. Mike has such a beautiful cock. My God!

I just fucked my son!

It seemed to dawn on her for the first time. But she didn't feel any shame.

She felt good. It was the best fucking she had had in a long time.

Lisa moved her hand toward her son's exposed cock.