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CHAPTER TWO

Charlene's tit hung loose while that shoulder strap of her halter had slipped down on her arm. Her bottoms were worked down on her pussy mound until the top of her cunt-slit was visible through the cunt-juice-stained cloth.

"Jesus, Howie! She's been spying on us!"

The boy scrambled to his feet, but Ginger just lay there, scowling as she stared at Charlene.

"Did you get an eyeful, Mrs. Lewis?"

The sarcasm in the teenager's voice was sharp enough to cut like a knife. Howie's cock was hard again. Aware that his mother was staring at it he started to cover himself with his hands while he looked frantically for his trunks. He didn't see them behind him.

Charlene swallowed, her stomach feeling empty and her cunt burning as she drank in the boy's prick with her eyes. Six inches seemed on the low side for an estimate as she licked her lips hungrily-she would have guessed closer to seven. Howie's flush spread down into his neck, but his hard-on refused to soften, as though it had a mind of its own. His eyes moved from his mother's exposed tit to her crotch and then jumped back up again.

"Well?" said Ginger. "Are you gonna tell my parents what you saw?"

Jesus! Charlene couldn't tear her eyes away from Howie's prick even when Ginger repeated her question. The boy's face was lobster-red.

"Well?" the girl demanded. "What are you gonna do?"

"Uh, do?" Charlene licked dry lips and swallowed several times as she croaked the question. "I, uh, don't know. That depends."

"Depends on what?" demanded Ginger, suspiciously.

"On what you, uh, do for me."

A sly grin grew on the teenager's face as Ginger realized Charlene was as embarrassed as

Ginger snickered. "Go to her and you'll find they were. She sat up, then ran a fingertip from the top of her cunt up, across her belly.

"What would you like us to do, Mrs. Lewis?" The little bitch! Her ears burned fiercely as Ginger met her stare. The girl's tongue came out between her impossibly white teeth and stuck out of the corner of her mouth.

"Maybe you'd like to swing on Howie's cock, the way I did?"

"Ginger!"

Howie stared at her in horror and she made a face at him. "Shut up, Howie! Can't you see she's as horny as we are? Look at her! Why do you think her swim suit is pushed down so far? She was jerking off!"

Shit! Charlene sighed, then shrugged. If she had any fucking sense, she'd fix her swim suit and walk out of here right now, without another word. Pretend it never happened.

But right now her cunt ruled her emotions, not her brain. And her cunt needed cock! She wasn't going to let six or seven inches of hard cock get away even if it did hang from her own son!

She forced a wry grin. "You're absolutely right, Ginger. I was masturbating. I am horny. Come here, Howie."

"Huh?" He swallowed. "What… what for?"

Ginger snickered. "Go to her and you'll find out what for, dope!"

The blush seemed to have spread across his whole body. Casting a nervous glance at the girl, Howie dug his nails into his palms and took one pace toward his mother. A second pace followed, and then a third.

"Momma!"

He gasped as Charlene reached out to grab his cock and pulled him forward until he stumbled and fell against her body. Releasing his prick, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed his face against her exposed tit, moaning.

"Oh, baby, baby! Oh, my sweet baby!"

Her spongy nipple slid off the boy's nose and against his tight-closed eye as Charlene held him tight. His cock banged off her thigh and was trapped between their bodies. She could feel the heat of it like a hot iron against her flesh.

"Oh, fuck me, baby! Suck me! Fuck me and suck me!"

Charlene's fingers held the boy against her tit while her other hand raked his back and caught his ass-cheek. He strained to look up from his one open eye, the other trapped up against her yielding tit-flesh. One side of his mouth was peeled back against his teeth.

"Mom! You're hurting me!"

"Jesus, baby! I'm sorry!"

She released the pressure enough to let him turn his face sideways, ran both hands down his ribs to his hips. His mouth was only an inch away from her nipple. Listening to his mother's thundering heart, Howie let his tongue come out far enough to touch and then to lick her nipple, and she gasped with pleasure.

"Oh, suck my titty, baby! Yes!"

The boy's arms came around his mother as she gave him some freedom of movement. Sweat ran off Howie's face and trickled onto Charlene's tit as he turned around to where he could suck her nipple in. At the same moment his hands moved up her back and fumbled-with the catch of her halter until it popped open.

"Oh, baby! suck Mama, baby!"

Howie did as Charlene asked, sucking hard on her nipple and then drawing the areola between his teeth. She gasped again and again with the stabbing sensation, her head lolling and rolling from side to side. His prick was between her legs. It poked at her cunt-slit. All that kept it from slipping inside was her swim suit.

"Howie! No, don't stop!"

Charlene cried out as her son backed away. Before she could grab his arms and pull him back, her pulled at her halter. It came down on her and fell away as he turned his attention to the bottom of her swim suit.

"Yes, baby! Take it off! Make Mama naked?"

Mother and son forgot their audience as-Howie hooked his thumbs in the bikini bottom and began to roll it down her thighs. His nose wrinkled as her cunt-stink bit him full in the face when the cloth came away, but he did not hesitate. The boy dropped to one knee to roll it down her lower legs, and then Charlene lifted each foot in turn to let him pull it off.

Her knees sagged as the air hit her cunt, but before she could react Howie came back up to wrap his arms around her. This time his cock slid over the top of her cunt and was trapped between their bodies as he buried his face between her tits. She closed her eyes as he began to suck them again, taking one for perhaps ten seconds and then switching to the other.

"Oh, baby! Oh, dear God! God!"

"Momma!" His face rolled across her tit-flesh. "Oh, Momma! I love you, Momma!"

The boy's fingers dug into her heavy tit-flesh, kneading them roughly as he continued to suck. Charlene's cunt was on fire with her need for a cock. She moaned continuously as Howie sucked, twining her fingers in his hair and her hold on him to grind his face against each tit in turn.

"Suck me, Howie! Oh, suck! Oh, fuck!"

"Momma?" He managed to break free for a moment and peered up, her nipple pressed into his ear. "Do you want me to fuck, Momma?"

"Yes! No! Oh, God, I want to suck you, baby!"

"Suck my cock, Momma?"

"Yes, baby! Yes!"

Still holding Howie's hair, Charlene kissed the boy, and drove her tongue into his mouth. At first he resisted, surprised-then opened to her and let her tongue stab deep.

"Suck my tongue, baby! suck it hard!"

Charlene came up for air just long enough to gasp her desire, then drove into his mouth. She could feel Howie's pulse throbbing through his cock as he sucked on her tongue. He followed it in retreat, then stiffened in surprise as she sucked his own tongue with a fierce hunger that made him gasp.

"Momma! You hurt me!"

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, baby! I'm sorry.!"

She covered his face with kisses that tracked down into the hollow of his throat and over his shoulders. Smacking noisily, the kisses were half-sucking as she worked her way down his chest, capturing his tiny bright red nipples in turn. He gasped again as she sawed at them with her teeth.

"Owwww, Momma!"

"Ummmm! Baby! Sweet baby!"

Charlene knelt on one knee and then on the other as he continued to suck her way down the boy's body. His hard prick poked at her belly and then pushed between her tits, was trapped there as she brought her arms together and sucked on his belly button.

"Momma! Oh, yeah!"

The boy sucked in breath and let it out in a slow sigh as his mother licked her way lower, down his belly. His burning cock banged against the soft under part of her chin as she sloshed her tongue back and forth, then slid off as she mouthed his cock-hair and the base of his cock-shaft.

"Oh, yeah! Suck my cock, Momma! Suck me!"

Charlene swallowed a silent sigh as his cock flesh burned against her cheek, so hot it might have branded her. His hard-on pushed up beside her nose as she sucked around his balls, then drew the tight crinkled sac between her teeth. He gasped again.

"Be careful! Don't bite!"

She had no intention of biting. She rolled his balls around with her tongue, separating them and then lifting them. As with his young cock, he was no more than half the size of his father in the balls department, but that was plenty enough to fill her mouth. She had never been able to suck more than one of Bill's balls into her mouth.

"Momma!"

The boy shouted another warning as his mother's teeth crunched his cock-hair and he caught her head in his hands. But, when he tried to push her away, Charlene tightened down, and he pulled his hands away again with a gasp.

"Please, Momma! Take it easy!"

She relented, and released his balls. For a moment her nose pushed under them as she breathed in the crotch-stink of the boy, and then she came back up and gobbled his prick all the way into her throat.

"Oh! Oh, yes! Yes, suck me! Suck me, Momma!"

The boy stared in surprise as his mother swallowed, and his cock-head slipped into her throat. Her nails dug into his ass and held him there, all the way inside, while she swallowed against him. His balls were trapped between her chin and his groin.

"Momma! Oh, Jesus Christ!"

Charlene came back up then, until only his cock-head was trapped between her teeth. She rolled her head toward Ginger, who was finger fucking herself furiously as she stared entranced at mother and son. If her lips hadn't been glued to Howie's cock, she would have grinned.

"Suck, Momma! Jesus Christ, suck!"

Charlene needed no encouragement. She dove all the way back down onto Howie's cock, raking his cock-shaft with her teeth, and bit down.

Yelping, he stiffened against her.

"Don't bite! Don't!"

Her hot breath snorted from her nostrils and hit the top of his prick as she came back up, slowly. Now she covered her teeth with her lips and the boy sighed with pleasure as she began a steady stroking.

"Oh, yeah, Momma! Yeah, that's nice! That's good!"

Charlene mumbled, something around his cock that might have been agreement, but she kept his delicious cock in her mouth. Each time she rode up she swallowed, as though she could tear it off and take it into her belly. Each time she fell back she increased the pressure.

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, suck me, Momma! Suck me!"

His balls already drained once by Ginger. Howie was settled in for the long ride. Charlene's fingers came down to the backs of his thighs, stroked down to the back of his knees, and she shivered at her touch. Once or twice he shifted a foot to find a better position.

His cock seemed larger than before, his cockhead swollen bigger than his cock-shaft. Occasionally he gasped as his mother worked his foreskin back too far.

"Oh, God! Oh, Momma! Suck me, Momma!"

Charlene mumbled another reply, rolling her head to take in the girl. Ginger was hunched forward, one of her hands in her cunt while the other twisted and tore at her nipple. The teenager's tongue stuck out of her mouth, and she gasped repeatedly as she worked her hand back and forth.

Christ! She looked good enough to eat!

Yeah, she would eat her, but not until Howie satisfied the itching in her cunt! The first fuck would be only a warm up. After two weeks without cock, Charlene was ready to ride more than one fucking horse!

"Oh, Momma! Ah, ah, ah, Jesus!"

Howie's fingers tightened in Charlene's hair, forced her to turn back to the business at hand. As she slammed down on his prick, be began to fuck her mouth, making tight tiny fuck strokes. She swallowed against the unexpected motion and took him into her throat again. She could feel the rushing beat of his pulse as her tongue pushed against the big vein in the bottom of his cock-shaft.

"Oh God! Oh my God! Momma!"

Fighting for position on the uneven ground, Howie shifted his foot again just as Charlene slammed down on his prick. The force of her blow knocked him off balance-he scrambled wildly, would have fallen back if her arms hadn't been wrapped tight around his ass.

"Momma!"

Instead, the boy sagged against his mother's body and his upper body fell over her head. Charlene felt a sharp pain in her neck and for a moment her breathing was cut off as Howie's trunk folded around her face. His weight was enough to push her off-balance, to one side, and they went over together in a tangle of arms and legs.

"Jesus Christ, Momma!"

The boy yelped in protest as her teeth slipped from the cover of her lips and chewed his prick. Tears came to his eyes and he cried out again as he banged an elbow going down. But his mother kept her hold on his cock, would not let it escape.

They lay on their sides, Charlene seeing stars as one of Howie's legs pushed over her shoulder and his toenails dug into her tit. For a moment neither moved-then she had to breathe, pushed him back until his cock slid out of her mouth.

"Jesus, Howie! Are you trying to kill me?"

"Me!" he cried in protest. "I thought you were gonna bite my cock off!"

"Christ, that was funny!"

Ginger was doubled over with laughter. As mother and son turned to look at her, she straightened and wiped tears from her eyes, using both hands.

"I thought I was gonna bust a gut!"

"Ignore her," Charlene said, looking up at Howie. "Come on, baby, stick your cock back in my mouth."

"Holy shit, Momma! Haven't you had enough?"

"I haven't begun to have enough, baby."

He touched his cock and shook his head. Although still swollen, it had softened-his fingernail sank into the middle of his cock-shaft.

"I don't think I can get hard again, Momma."

"Shit, boy! You fucking better get hard, if you know what's fucking good for you!"

Sitting up, Charlene pushed the boy over onto his back and grabbed his cock before he could cover it with his hands. He gasped again and covered his teeth with his lips, bit down as she worked his foreskin down. His mother ignored the pain on his face as she bent and sucked his aching prick back into her mouth.

"Momma! Don't!"

"Momma's gonna!"

She came off the boy long enough to speak those two words then dove back onto his cock again. Howie started to draw up his leg but she slammed her fist against it. Biting on his tongue, he let his head fall back onto the ground, suppressing a groan.

Charlene sucked furiously, trying to force Howie's cock to become hard, for several minutes, without success. Growing angrier by the minute, she chewed on him with her teeth then drew his balls into her mouth with his cock. Cheeks full of her son's cock, she twisted back and forth, tearing at his prick like a puppy tearing at a slipper.

"Momma, please! Please!"

Shit! Shit fuck! The fucking brat was going to fail her! Like fucking father, like fucking son! Bastards, both of them! All she wanted was hard cock in her cunt, was that so fucking much to ask?

Charlene released Howie's balls and worked her hand under his ass until he drew his foot back and raised up on that side. Her middle finger probed at his asshole, pushed against the tight sphincter-and stabbed through.

"Momma!"

The boy threw his ass into the air in shock as he felt his mother's fingernail tear at the sensitive lining of his ass. Falling, he tried again to twist free, and landed heavily on her hand. Charlene saw red pain-flashes of her own as her wrist doubled back-gasping in surprise, she pulled her hand out from beneath him and came off his cock.

"Jesus, Momma! You hurt me!"

Shit! Swallowing, Charlene settled back on one hip and stroked the boy's leg.

"I'm sorry, baby. I got carried away. I'm so fucking horny I'm about to go out of my god-damn mind!"

"I'm sorry, Momma, really. But I gotta rest. My cock won't get bard again for a while."

Shit fuck! "I can't wait, baby. I gotta have fucking relief right now!"

Charlene got up on all fours and lifted her leg over Howie's head, then settled back on his face.