Ever Notice? Ch. 05
Eric and Christina move to the next level.

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An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.

CHAPTER FIVE

They necked like a couple of teenagers, and technically one of them was a teenager, for a good fifteen minutes, barely pausing to take a breath. Finally, Eric's mother pushed him away. In the light from the forgotten movie, Christina's eyes were glassy and raw.

"I need to clean up. Meet me in front of the theater in ten minutes." She contemplated him a moment, licked her lips, then placed a warm hand on his still rigid, still bare cock. "Don't forget to put this away." She stood up and swirled away. Eric watched her go, admiring her full ass in her little skirt, and the shakiness to her legs.

Eric settled into the seat and relaxed for a few minutes. Finally, he stuffed his softening cock away and zipped up. The rasp of the zipper made one of the ladies two rows up turn her head. Eric gave her an insolent smile that she probably couldn't see.

He stood up, tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, and swaggered out of the theater.

He waited patiently on the sidewalk outside for his mother. It took her longer than ten minutes, or at least it felt that way, but when she appeared she was worth the wait. She had scrubbed her face, subtly applied new lipstick and eyeshadow. Her red blouse was unbuttoned severely, showing considerable cleavage. The flush in her cheeks and spreading across her chest gave her color that her pale skin normally lacked. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and a broad smile spread across her full red lips.

Eric held out his hand and she took it. She leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips, right there in the middle of the street. It could have been the chaste kiss of a mother and son, but the electric charge Eric felt at her touch hardened him instantly. He walked awkwardly down the street by her side.

"What...uh... what happens next?" he said, a little uncertainly. He liked this new closeness with his mother. He liked in particular having his balls drained by a beautiful buxom woman, regardless of his relation to her. But even though he was a good looking guy and he'd had a few girlfriends, the furthest he'd gotten with a girl was the furthest he'd gotten with his mother so far.

Her urgency to leave led him to believe something more might happen. Standing alone on the sidewalk had given him time to think, and the enormity of what was happening was beginning to war with his general horniness and hope of getting laid.

"You're going to drive us home," Christina said, "and we are going to pick up where we left off in the theater." She snuggled close to him, threading an arm through his, pressing one heavy tit against his arm. Christina looked up at her son, and he saw love and lust and possessiveness in her brilliant blue eyes. He relaxed a little bit, but grew harder if anything.

They found the car and Christina tossed him the keys. Something told him to open the door for her, and the smile she flashed at him when he did made his heart skip a bit. He hurried around to the other side and started the car. He had a vague idea of where he was going, but would have to ask his mother for directions.

While Eric pulled out of the parking lot, his mother began unbuttoning her red blouse even further. Eric caught a glimpse of a black bra and milky white tits. He forced his eyes on the road. Christina untucked her blouse, fluffing out the tails, and then proceeded to spread her legs. Her skirt inched upwards. She reached down and helped it along, giving herself more room to spread her legs even wider. Long expanses of her creamy thighs were exposed, drawing Eric's eyes to them. She planted one red high heel against the glove box, dragging her skirt even higher.

He blew through a stop sign, barely noticing.

"Watch the road, sweetie-bear," Christina admonished. "Let Mommy relieve herself a little bit. You got me so worked up in the theater, I just need to play with myself a little." As Eric watched out of the corner of his eye, his mother palmed herself, her hand largely hidden by the skirt. Her wrist began to move in slow circles, and Christina moaned.

Her other hand reached out to grip Eric's thigh. His cock was an iron bar, awkwardly wedged down the other leg of his shorts, and he knew precum had soaked through his boxers already. Much more of this, and it would soak through his shorts as well.

"Oh, honey," Christina said, her voice rising a little with each word. "You have such a big, beautiful cock. And your cum is so delicious and thick and creamy. I could drink it all day. I could nurse your dick all day, just sitting on my knees between your legs, feeling you thrust between my lips until you erupt. And you cum so much, sweetie-bear! My virile son with your thick cock, you're going to make Mommy so happy."

The scent of her arousal filled the car. Sweat poured down Eric's forehead. He was breaking several traffic laws, but in the middle of the afternoon, traffic was still light. He hoped he wouldn't draw a cop. In his shorts, his cock throbbed and flexed, and he wondered if he would climax just listening to her talk and moan, and the wet squelchy noises coming from between her legs. He was pretty sure he could do it, and almost certain he would, if he didn't make it home soon.

His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, which he gripped with both hands.

His mother's free hand reached up to caress his bicep, then across his shoulder and neck and up to thread through his short, reddish-brown hair. "You're going to fuck Mommy," she said, low and husky. "I want that thick gorgeous cock of yours deep inside me." She shuddered, gripping the back of his head tightly, as her body thrashed in the seat beside him.

Was this really happening? he wondered. Could this possible happen for real? His mind was awhirl. He was lucky he hadn't had or caused an accident. He pulled onto his mother's street and aimed the car for her house.

The car thumped over the bottom of the driveway and almost slammed into the garage before he had it under control. He snapped his seatbelt off and lurched for Christina, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her fiercely again, his mouth thrusting into hers like an angry cock. She mewled under him, thrusting her big, heavy tits against his chest. She wrenched her hand out from between her legs and placed it against his cheek, fingers splayed. Her fingers were slick with her own juices, the aroma intoxicating.

"House," Christina spat out, shoving Eric away. "Inside," she added. She fumbled with her own seatbelt. Eric looked at her blouse, barely attached to her, and the way the seatbelt was trapped between her huge tits in their lacy black bra. He helped her unfasten herself, kissed her again, and backed out of the car.

Christina spilled out on her own side, her limbs shaky and weak, and Eric hurried around to help her to her feet and up the walk to the front door. His hands roamed all over her, while she searched her purse for the housekey.

Finally she found it, fumbled with the lock, and in a tumble of limbs, the two of them bumbled into the house. Christina toppled, landing on her back, and Eric fell with her. He caught himself with his palms before he could crush her. She looked up at him with eyes wild and unfocused.

"You okay?" he asked. She mustered a nod. Eric kicked the door closed with his foot and leaned down to kiss his mother again. Her lips parted with a sigh, and her tongue wrestled with his own. As Eric's crotch settled against his mother's skirt, he felt the pressure building down below. He broke away from her, gasping. "Mom, I can't..."

"Oh, baby, of course, its okay," she cooed. They shifted, Eric rising to his feet, Christina settling on her knees. She looked wild and sexy beneath him, as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pulled both them and his underwear downward with a savage jerk. His rampant cock rose up to slap her in the face, leaving a trail of precum across her cheek. She laughed a little, letting him know it was no trouble.

As soon as her slim fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, he felt his balls tremble and the rising, delicious agony of his impending explosion. "Mom," he groaned, unable to say more.

Eric's mother quickly angled his cock towards her. Eric braced his arms against the door as her full, red lips slid over the crown of his dick. He felt warmth and moisture and the light touch of her agile tongue. His cock swelled in her mouth, the mushroom head expanding as his orgasm erupted, cum racing up his flesh tube to spray across her tongue. He inundated her mouth with several thick pulses of cream. He saw her throat working as she swallowed his viscous spend. All the while her bright blue eyes looked up at him with love, lust, and adoration.

At last, his flood subsided, and she sat back on her haunches, licking her lips. Eric slumped against the door, his dick softening a little, but still half-hard and dripping.

"So much, so soon," Christina said wonderingly, when her mouth and throat were clear. "Oh, sweetie-bear, you are going to spoil me."

She stood up on shaky legs, using her little finger to tuck a curl of silvery semen between her lips. With an inviting smile, she spun slowly and walked down the hall. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Off came the white sweater, dropped to the floor. She shucked off her red blouse quickly, and it fluttered after the sweater. She turned into the living room just as she reached behind her to unzip her skirt, and Eric heard it slithering down her legs as she disappeared around the corner.

Eric caught his breath. His cock, which had barely flagged, was gaining strength once more. He shucked off his shoes, peeled off his t-shirt, and shuffled down the hall while kicking off his shorts and underwear.

His mother waited for him in the middle of the room, standing with legs slightly spread and hands on her hips. She wore only her red high heels, black bra, and panties. She was framed by afternoon sunlight, which made the pale and pastel colors of the décor glow around her.

The bra was thick-banded, with dark underwire cups to support her titanic breasts, but the tops were lacy and see-through with a kind of floral pattern to them. Her panties were black as well, high-cut on her hips, and similarly diaphanous. He could see her neatly trimmed red bush peaking through the material, while the front panel glistened with dew.

Her eyes widened and her lips pulled up into a wicked grin as she beheld him, naked except for his socks. As she looked him up and down, he hurried to pull those off, and stood before her completely nude.

"Oh, Eric," she sighed. "You're so beautiful."

He blushed. "I was going to say the same thing," he said.

"Oh really?" She cupped her tits in their bra. "You don't think my breasts are too big?" Her hands dropped to her sides. "Or that my hips are too wide, or my ass too big?"

Eric shook his head. "You are perfect in every way, Mother."

She shivered a little and closed her eyes. "Thank you, sweetie-bear," she said. He crossed the room towards her, his rampant cock leading the way. She held her arms open and embraced him, wrapping her strong arms around him, pushing her rounded belly against his smooth abdomen, sandwiching his dick between them. Her bra encased tits flattened against his chest as he held her close. His lips sought hers, found them, and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth. Her hands found his bare ass and squeezed.

Eric's strong hands found his mother's own cheeks, and he enjoyed their plush springiness. He kneaded her ass, and felt her groin press against his. He felt her heat and moisture against his skin, and he knew she was as ready as he was. He was going to fuck his mother. Insane, yes, but it was going to happen. Nothing could stop him.

He released her full, matronly ass and reached up to grapple with the clasp of her bra. He had it free in a moment, even though there were more hooks than he was used to, as if the bra wanted to be off. His mother stepped back a bit, allowing him to pull the garment off of her and toss it to the floor.

Christina's big, beautiful, motherly breasts were bared to her son's hot gaze. Milky white, round and soft, with large coral pink nipples, they filled his hands and spilled out over his palms. They were heavy and gorgeous and begging to be kissed. Eric leaned over and pressed his lips against her throat. Slowly, he half-kissed, half-licked his way down the slope of her pendulous right tit, until he reached the hard nubbin at its center. He closed his lips around it and sucked, lightly at first, then with growing insistence. Christina hissed, threaded her fingers in Eric's hair, and pushed her tit into his face.

Eric palmed her other breast, kneading the sensitive flesh with his fingers and hand. He tweaked her nipple between forefinger and thumb, and used them to mimic the actions of his mouth.

Christina reached between them to grasp his rampant cock with one hand, slowly, delicately jacking his prick. Precum squirted from the tip, coating her palm and wrist.

Eric switched tits, licking and kissing and suckling from her left teat, while his hands slid across his mother's impeccable body and cupped the full cheeks of her ass once more. His fingers slid into the waistband of her panties, and began insistently tugging them downward. They caught a little bit on the curve of her full ass, but Christina paused in her own ministrations to assist him. Eric distinctly heard a wet sucking sound as the front panel was peeled away from her pussy.

Christina bent at the waist, slithering her panties down her long legs, tugging them free over her heels. Eric dropped to one knee to watch the process, admiring how physics affected her pneumatic form. But his eyes quickly locked on the holiest of holys, the center of her being, the cleft at the juncture between her creamy thighs.

His mother's pussy was neatly trimmed, with just a patch of vibrantly red hair on the pubis. The lips were coral pink like her nipples, distended and glistening with moisture, a golden, intoxicating dew that spread across her thighs and crotch.

Impulsively, as he'd never done it before, he leaned in and kissed her pussy. She groaned, suddenly gripping his head. Her juices stained his lips, sweet and salty at the same time.

Eric looked up at his mother from between her thighs. She looked down at him, head framed by her mountainous breasts. Her eyes were half-lidded, glazed with lust. Eric had never seen a woman as turned on as his mother appeared to be. Every stupid fumbling sexual encounter in his past paled in comparison to this moment – like a candle standing against a supernova.

"Are you going to eat Mommy?" Christina whispered.

Eric swallowed. "I don't... um... I've never..."

Christina smiled a motherly smile. "Don't worry, baby. C'mere, I'll teach you." She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. She sauntered over to the sofa and sat down, breasts jiggling happily. She casually spread her legs and leaned back, with her ass on the edge of the cushion and her pussy thrust out at Eric.

"Kneel down," she said softly, huskily. "Just like that." Her fingers teased her pink folds, parting them for him. "Now, sweetie-bear, you're an excellent kisser with a very flexible tongue, so you're already more than halfway there. What you want to do, is basically plant your mouth here, and French kiss my pussy." Her fingers slid her pussy open even wider, then glided upwards to their apex, where a little pink button winked at Eric. "But pay special attention to this.

"In fact, lean forward, just extend your tongue, and give my clit a few little licks."

Eric did as requested. He put his strong hands on her thighs, bent forward, and stuck out his tongue to flick her clit. The muscles in her thighs bunched and jumped and Christina howled. She grabbed his head and threaded her fingers through his hair once more, pushing him downward. "Jesus, baby, that was perfect. Now kiss me."

Eric pressed his lips against hers, tasted her juices, and slithered his tongue out into her depths. It wouldn't go nearly as far as his cock, or even a finger, but it was pretty flexible, and he made it dance for her. Her scent made him giddy, and her taste was like ambrosia on his tongue. Her juices flowed into his mouth, coated his lips, slid down his chin. He loved how she tasted, and how she reacted to everything he did. Christina moaned and groaned and hissed as Eric went to work. She gripped his head tightly and pushed him down into her pussy, even as her hips hitched forward.

"Such a good boy," she urged, "treating his Mommy so well."

His lips captured her clit and he sucked lightly, as if it were a nipple, and suddenly she was screaming, convulsing around him, her fingers tightening on his head like vises. "Oh God, oh God, oh God... Errrriccccc!" she howled.

Her thighs came together, trapping his head between them. He released her clit, and lashed at her again with his tongue, lapping up the juices streaming from her spasming pussy. She shook and shuddered for long moments, mewling and crying, making soft sounds that were muffled by her thighs. Slowly she came back to herself. The grip of her hands and thighs lessened. Eric raised his head and looked into his mother's eyes. They were wild and wanton and smiling. Her hair, disheveled, sticking to her forehead with sweat, her massive breasts rising and falling rapidly as she breathed – she looked so fucking sexy.

His mother. Sexy, wanton, wanting. Eric wouldn't have believed it if someone else told it to him, but here he was, kneeling between her thighs, his lips and chin stained by her juices, her taste on his tongue.

She grabbed his arms and hauled him to his feet, still gasping. She brought his lips down to hers and she kissed him fierce and hard, apparently unmindful of the golden liquid covering his face. When the broke away, she looked at him seriously and said, "That was the most intense orgasm of my life."

Her eyes dropped down to the tower of flesh jutting from his groin, pointing at her, casting its long shadow across her smooth belly. "So far," she added, licking her lips.

"Are you ready, sweetie-bear?" she asked. She kissed him lightly on the lips again. "Are you ready to mount your own mother, and drive that big, beautiful cock of yours into her wet and hungry pussy?"

"Jesus Christ, Mom," Eric coughed out. As hot as the situation was, her language had his blood boiling. He unconsciously hitched his hips, thrusting his cock towards her. It wagged in the air, sending a scalding spray of precum to drip across her belly.

Eric hunkered down, eager, his mind clouded with lust, focused on one thing and one thing only. But the sofa was too tall for him to kneel and too short for him to stand, so it took a few agonizing moments for them to coordinate their movements. Eventually Christina just laid across the cushions and pulled Eric down on top of her. He growled as her legs parted and his cock nudged against the patch of fur atop her pubis.

Christina reached down between them and took him in hand. She pointed his weapon at her weeping gates and slowly, sensuously, teasingly allowed the mushroom head to swipe across her pussy lips. Eric tried to thrust, but she let him glide his length effortlessly across her, lubricating his cock with her fluids, but not allowing him to dive in just yet.

"Have you ever done this before?" Christina asked huskily.

Eric shook his head.

Christina gave a sexy shiver at his movement. "Oh, baby, I hoped, but I wasn't sure. I really want to be your first. I'm so happy." She rubbed his cockhead against her pussylips again. "Now, I'm going to line you up, and when I do, I want you to drive in as hard and fast as you can, over and over. Can you do that for Mommy?"

Eric growled again in affirmation. Christina brushed the hair out of his eyes. "I love you," she said, and let go of his cock.

Eric found his voice. "Love you," he grunted, as his raging dick sank into his mother's heated depths. His prick scythed through her folds, driving down and forward, and she opened up for him. Both of them cried out as his balls slapped against her ass. In one thrust he had driven himself all the way into his mother. He felt something smooshing against the head of his cock, almost flattening it, and instinctively he knew he was deep indeed.

Christina gripped her son's arms. Her thighs came up to wrap around his waist, her heels tightening against his rock-hard ass.

The two of them clung together for long moments, staring deeply into one another's eyes, just enjoying the sensations. Eric reveled in the heat and moisture of his mother's most intimate space, how her inner muscles caressed and tightened around him. Christina felt full, packed tight with cock, one of the biggest and most perfect she had ever taken, and the fact that it was her own son inside her gave her a special, illicit thrill. She knew that Alice had been right. There is no feeling like having your own child between your thighs, driving himself deep inside you.

Eric broke the spell, unable to contain himself any longer. He began withdrawing and thrusting into his mother, again and again. Short strokes at first, then longer as he found his footing on the sofa. He withdrew until only the thick mushroom head of his cock remained tightly held by his mother's pussy lips, then drove forward savagely into her. Christina mewed and moaned with every jab, lifting her hips to meet her son's wild, powerful thrusts.

The broad head of his cock dragged across her g-spot each time he slammed into her, and her first orgasm was not long in coming. Her body shook, breasts bouncing wildly, her head thrown back, short red hair matted with sweat, mouth open, voice howling in pleasure and release as her son plundered her pussy with his massive organ.

Eric grunted each time he hammered home, especially as his cockhead flattened against her inner walls. He hunched over his mother, hooking one of her knees over his shoulder so he could get better access, and slammed again and again into her. His crotch was soaked with her fluids, his pubic hair matted with his mother's dew, while her enflamed lips glistened with their combined juices.

The sofa wasn't the most comfortable place for his first fuck, but it was long and broad enough to work. Their limbs tangled together, and once or twice they had to pause and reposition, but Eric's turgid dick never completely left its home inside his mother's steaming gash.

Her second orgasm crested only a few minutes after the first, and she thrashed beneath him again, a little more weakly this time. Her eyes seemed to deepen to a darker blue, and she looked at him with a lust glazed, half-lidded expression. "You're fucking Mommy, sweetie-bear," she said triumphantly, "and you're making her cum over and over."

Eric grunted in affirmation. Having jetted a load down her throat only a little while ago, he knew he could hold off for a little while. He just wanted to enjoy this moment, the feelings, the tastes, the smells, the sounds of passion. Her soft, feminine, matronly body beneath him, yielding but firm. Her hips rising to meet him. Her huge, delicious breasts shaking every time he bottomed out within her. Her tongue, lolling in her full-lipped, sensuous mouth. The heat around his dick, the way it sliced through her moist folds easily, hungrily, the way she welcomed his intrusion over and over again. How her inner muscles squeezed and kneaded him expertly, urging him along.

His mother roared in ecstasy once more, throwing one leg out and bouncing her bare foot upon the floor. "Jesus God, my son," she moaned. "Can't believe how many... so good... so big and hard for Mommy, making Mommy feel so special and loved... holy fuck... touching places no one else has ever touched... you were here before, baby, inside Mommy..." she trailed off, eyes rolling back, as another tremendous orgasm thundered through her lush frame. She babbled incoherently for several seconds.

Christina grabbed Eric by the cheeks and dragged his lips to hers, kissing him brutally on the lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth and wrestled with his while his cock hammered into her over and over.

He felt his own climax approaching and wanted to get her off at least once more. Somehow he found his voice, though it sounded raw and ragged even to his own ears.

"Mom," he gasped, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm fucking you. This is so... so... awesome." He trailed off, knowing the words were lame, unable to convey the emotion that swelled in his chest, the love and lust he had for his beautiful mother. How could mere words express that? But she smiled and thanked him with a light kiss on the lips.

She shivered beneath him. "Oh sweetie-bear, you've been so good to Mommy, making her cum so many times. I can feel another one building, baby. I want you to come with me this time. Can you do that for Mommy?"

Eric nodded. Then a sudden thought. "Mom, what about protection?"

She smiled, which pulled into a kind of lustful grimace as a shiver ran through her. "Let me worry about that. I want to feel you inside me. I want you cumming inside me. I want you to pump me full of your cum. I want -"

But she was cut off as Eric suddenly erupted. He hammered home, deep as he could go, and his cock actually seemed to swell inside her, expanding further. Her pussy constricted around him. He felt those wonderful stirrings at the base of his cock as his balls bounced against her ass, and then the cum was rocketing up his thick tube. His cock shuddered and shook and throbbed and bucked deep inside her, and a torrent of pearly white jism flooded his mother's womb. He came and came, thick streamers of seed spiraling from his angry cockhead, painting her insides white. So much pumped out of him that it coated her pussy lips and began to leak out of her, dripping down her thighs and his cock, even as he continued to fire off inside her.

Christina was triggered by her son's eruption, the big one going off within her as soon as she felt her insides splattered with his hot, delicious semen. Her toes curled. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. Her head fell back, her mouth open, a wordless cry of passion ululating from her full red lips. She felt a boundless energy exploding through her body, radiating out from her abused pussy, washing through her abdomen, her limbs and extremities. She twitched and shuddered as if dancing on a live wire, as one of the biggest orgasms of her life claimed her.

At last, spent, mother and son collapsed together on the sofa. Eric was still deeply imbedded in his mother, his cock still semi-hard, but aching. His balls felt empty. He took deep, shuddering breaths. Christina lay limp beneath him, almost senseless.

Slowly they came back to themselves. Christina opened her eyes. Eric was looking at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Hi," she said.

He swallowed. "Hi." He seemed bashful suddenly, despite what they'd just done, and the fact that his still twitching cock lay within her.

"That was... that was something else, sweetie-bear," Christina said.

"Yeah," Eric agreed.

She smiled. "That was your first time, so you've got nothing to compare it to, but let me tell you, that kind of connection doesn't happen very often. No one has ever made me feel like that before, Eric. No one."

He blushed suddenly, looking away, but she caught his chin in her fingers and turned him back to look at her. "No one," she repeated.

"Um, thanks," Eric said.

"I should be thanking you," Christina said. "I'm trying to thank you. You make me feel so beautiful, wanted, desired. I want you to know how much that means to me. I want you to know how much I've missed you, these last few months. And I hope you don't hate me for the unconventional way I've tried to express all that."

Eric shook his head. "I could never hate you, Mom. I've missed you too. It's tough getting used to the way things are." He blushed again. "I like spending time with you. And I like... I like doing this stuff with you."

Christina opened her eyes wide as she felt Eric's softening cock begin to lengthen and harden within her. "I can see that," she said. "That makes me so happy, baby." She embraced him, showering his face with kisses like she did when he was little. Eric laughed, just like he used to, and kissed her back on the lips. His tongue dipped inside her mouth, which was different, but not unwelcome, and his mother kissed him back.

Slowly at first but with growing urgency, Eric began to thrust his hips again. His hardening cock grew harder with each thrust, until he was an iron bar once more. Christina moaned into his mouth as he sloshed around in her soaking, cum-filled pussy.

She pushed him away gently. "Let's try something else," she suggested. Eric shrugged and agreed. She maneuvered him easily, getting him to sit on the center cushion of the sofa. She felt his sperm dripping out of her ravaged pussy as she stood up and straddled him, but since Eric didn't seem to mind, she didn't care either. The sofa would be stained, but she would either get a new one, or keep this one as a memento. She would decide later. Now, she needed to fuck her son.

Christina spread her weeping pussy lips and straddled her son. More semen dripped from her hole. A long string dribbled out straight down, anointing Eric's towering cock. He made a face, but it disappeared as Christina sank downwards and engulfed him. Now it was Christina's turn to fuck Eric. She controlled the pace, and she rode him expertly, shifting and adjusting herself on his pole to allow his rampant monster to tease all of her most sensitive places. Her pussy made sucking squelching noises as she rode him.

It was slower this time, more leisurely, neither of them particularly desperate to get off after their first encounter. Still, Christina managed to get a few small orgasms off before she coaxed another load of creamy delight from her son. His cannon fired his potent sperm with all the same force as his previous explosion, dousing her insides in another torrent of thick, viscous fluid.

Finally she stood up on shaky legs. Both of them were covered in sweat and other fluids. Two thick loads of sperm dripped down Christina's thighs. While Eric watched, breathing heavily, still recovering, Christina dipped a finger and traced it along her left thigh, gathering a long stream of cum. She brought it to her lips, and let her finger sink between them to the second knuckle, sucking the delicious cum into her mouth noisily.

Eric's flagging cock began to regain strength.

Christina laughed, delighted. It was just like Alice said. Better, even. "C'mon," she said. "Let's go take a shower, get cleaned up, and then Mommy will see what she can do about getting that gorgeous cock of yours to stay down."

"I don't think it ever will go down, not if you keep acting like that, Mom," Eric said. He surprised her by leaning over, scooping up a trail of his own cum with on of his fingers and then feeding it to her himself. As she sucked greedily on his digit, she reached out to grasp his slick, sticky dick and felt it getting harder and harder in her palm.

"Mmmm," she cooed around his digit. "If you keep that up, we won't make it to the shower."

Eric grinned. "I never said I wanted a shower."

"Naughty boy," she said. She gave his erection a playful slap that sent it bobbing between his legs. She slid out of his arms. He watched her retreat, admiring her beautiful, curvy body.

Eric suddenly sprang up and rushed towards Christina. She shrieked, surprised, but still managed to twist away before he could grab her. Laughing, she sped out of the living room and up the stairs, breasts bouncing and ass flexing. Eric followed close behind, letting her keep her lead. He could easily have caught her, wrapped in her arms, and taken her, but he liked watching her move. He loved hearing her laugh. His mother hadn't laughed like that in a long, long time. If ever. It made his heart heavy somehow to hear it. But he smiled widely all the same.

*

Tom left Xybochem, shooed away by his mother, and stopped at a roadside café for a quick hamburger and shake. He biked his way back to the neighborhood, taking his time because most of the way was uphill. That made the trip to his mom's office quicker, but the return was longer. He really wished she would just buy him a car – or let him get a job, so he could earn enough to buy one himself.

Most of the time he enjoyed being a kept man. He got all the video games, blu-rays, and other toys he could ever want, could lounge around, go anywhere or do anything he wanted, so long as he was available to slip his dick into his mother whenever she needed it. And she was always ready when he felt the urge, too, which was often. It was a pretty neat arrangement, all things considered.

He tooled around on his bike for an hour or so, going up and down hills, exploring the neighborhood. It was a beautiful spring day, he was eighteen years old and getting his balls drained five times a day, and he didn't have a care in the world. He was the luckiest man alive, in his estimation.

On his first loop by the Henderson place, he stopped and rang the bell, but either Eric was asleep, in hiding, or out, because no one answered the door. Tom puttered around on his bike for another mile or two, getting a decent workout, and when he looped back towards home, he saw Christina Henderson's car pulling into the driveway.

He slowed and angled his bike towards the house. He was surprised a little to see both Eric and Christina get out of the car, and even more surprised to see them clinging to one another. Eric had his hands all over his mother, and she him. Tom braked completely. He found himself equal parts fascinated, jealous, and turned on. While he'd been fucking his own mother for months, it was still weird to know about and see another incestuous relationship.

Despite himself, Tom felt his dick getting hard.

Christina and Eric tumbled into the house and slammed the front door. Tom sat on the top of the hill for a little while, waging an inner debate. Finally he rolled his eyes to the sky and glided soundlessly down the hill. He shoved his bicycle behind some bushes on the Henderson's front lawn and as stealthily as he could, circled the house, hoping to get a glimpse of something.

He caught sight of Christina's naked back in a window, and beyond her, Eric. For a moment, Tom froze in sudden fear, because it looked like Eric was staring right through the window at Tom. But of course he wasn't – he only had eyes for his mother. Tom crouched down and eased his way towards the window to the living room.

Tom watched their first coupling, admiring the lush curves and pale skin and flushed pink bits on Christina's amazing body, and the masterful way she manipulated and controlled Eric. He particularly enjoyed watching her body shiver and shake as Eric ate her out. Then watching them fuck – it was amazing. Tom had often wondered what someone else would think if they saw him fucking his own mother, and now he had at least a partial answer. Because he was horny as fuck. His dick strained against his shorts, and he knew without looking that the precum dripping from his cock had soaked through his underwear and his shorts, making a wet spot on the front of them. He couldn't help reaching down and giving himself a few strokes through his shorts, but didn't risk pulling his dick out and jerking off. The temptation was great, however.

When Eric and Christina shifted positions, Tom realized how vulnerable he really was, standing out in the open by the side of the house. He was lucky that no one had driven by yet, and doubly lucky that the impassioned mother and son inside the house hadn't sensed their watcher.

Guilty, horny, shuffling awkwardly with a massive hard-on, Tom duck-walked his way around the house, grabbed his bike, and walked it back to his home. His mind was awhirl. Tom now understood what had gotten his mother so hot and bothered that she had to drag him down to her office for a quickie. He'd never really thought about how much incestuous couplings aroused him, even though he'd been part of one for so long, but seeing Eric fuck the living daylights out of Christina had been one of the hottest things he'd ever witnessed.

He also really, really, really wanted to fuck Christina now. He wanted to before, but now, it was like a physical need. Maybe when Eric went back to East Bumfuck or wherever he lived; Tom's mother had hinted that he might get his chance with Christina.

Tom was practically drooling at the thought as he let himself into the house. In a sort of fugue he stripped off all his clothes and made his way upstairs to the master bedroom. He took a long shower, barely touching his seemingly perpetual hard-on so as to avoid setting it off. When he was clean and dry he walked into his mother's bedroom and climbed into her huge bed and sprawled himself across it. The clock on the nightstand informed him it would be hours yet before his mother came home. He drifted off thinking of Christina. And his mother.

Tom awoke to heat and wetness, sucking insistently but gently upon his hardness. He opened his eyes, looked down the length of his body, and saw his mother lovingly worshipping his cock.

Her suit jacket, blouse, skirt, and lingerie were scattered across the floor, between doorway and bed. She lay crosswise across the bed, with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, levering it away from his abdomen and into the sweet prison of her luscious mouth. Her full lips wrapped around his trunk as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth with each thrust. Her eyes were closed, hair tucked behind on ear, concentrating on her task.

He gave his cock a little flex, letting it jump a little in her mouth, and her eyes opened. They smiled at him, and she slurped her way back up his cock, letting it fall from her lips. A string of clear liquid, saliva or precum, connected his cockhead to her lips for just a moment. "Did you enjoy your nap? You're not mad that Mommy woke you up, are you?"

Tom was in no mood for games. "I saw them, Mom."

Alice's sexy smile faltered a little, confusion twisting her brow. "Saw who?"

"Eric. And Mrs. Henderson. Christina. They were fucking. Fucking like, like, nothing I'd ever seen."

"You saw them?" Alice said in disbelief. She shuddered in sudden arousal, causing her big tits to bounce on her chest. Her nipples were already swollen, hard, begging to be touched. Tom watched her scissor her athletic thighs together and knew that the thought of her neighbors getting together was making his mother wet. Very wet.

"What happened?" Alice demanded.

Tom flexed his cock in her fist. A jet of precum sprayed out, dripping down his length to touch her fingers. "Keep sucking me, and I'll tell you."

Immediately Alice descended, swallowing him whole. Her cheeks hollowed as she sank deeper, sucking and slurping and licking away at his raging dick. Tom quickly explained what had happened, how he stumbled across Eric and Christina coming home and spied on them. She moaned around his cock a few times, dipped a finger between her legs to play with herself, and let him hit the back of her throat as he described the furious pounding that Eric gave his mother. It was at this point that Tom finally let go, and the orgasm that had been squirming in his balls for hours exploded out of him, a tidal wave of potent teenage sperm that threatened to drown his mother.

The first thick spurts, one after the other, jetted straight down her throat. But she quickly swept up his shuddering, bucking length to let him cum in her mouth. Forced to swallow, she worked his cock with her hand, urging him along. He filled up her mouth a second and a third time, and finally she was forced to release him, coughing up wads of sperm, letting it drip from her lips and fall onto his legs. His cock still fired away, painting several lines across her beautiful face before she aimed him at her huge tits. The last few streamers sprayed into her voluminous cleavage as she twisted, wrapping his cock between her breasts.

Finally the both of them lay gasping, the boy sweating and overcome, the mother coated in pearly white cum, eyes glazed with lust and passion.

"And then," Tom finished, "I got out of there before one of them noticed me. I stayed too long as it was. I came home horny as fuck and you weren't here, so I guess I fell asleep."

"Jesus, baby," Alice said, scooping up trails of sticky jism with her fingers and feeding them to herself. "I can hardly believe it. I'm so happy for Christina. She's wanted this so long. She's tried so hard to tempt Eric, too. I've been rooting for her."

"I bet," said Tom. "You just want another mother to compare notes with."

Alice smiled at her son, and it was one of her mysterious smiles. Like she knew more than she was letting on. "What?" Tom asked. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, Tommy, my boy, you have a lot to learn. In the meantime, though, I can see that you're still as hard as a rock, and Mommy's pussy is very, very itchy. I need my baby boy deep inside me." She scooped up another wad of cum from her breast and licked it off her finger. "I want to feel another one of those geysers of yours pumping into me. Can you do that for Mommy?"

With a growl, Tom twisted on the bed and threw himself at his mother. She groaned with lust as he kissed her cummy lips, and moved her body where he wanted her to go, spreading across the bed. Her legs parted, and his huge cock sawed between them, his cock head grazing her pussy lips. She reached down to grip him and guide him, pointing his thick mushroom head at her weeping gash. He jabbed forward, and the first few inches sank home. He hitched back and thrust again, controlling himself, only letting a little bit more of his length into her with each thrust.

Alice moaned in frustration, grabbed his ass, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. Tom grunted as he sank balls deep into his mother's pussy, while Alice released a crooning cry of jubilation. Then they two began fucking in earnest. Tom's hips moved like pistons, slamming his cock into his mother again and again, deeper and deeper with each thrust. He drove her across the bed, until they reached the edge, and were forced to decouple and reposition.

Alice was able to brace herself against the headboard, but even so her son's furious pounding pushed her into the pillows. She lost track of things then as a glorious orgasm blossomed deep within her belly and roiled outward through her entire body.

"My son," she thought, as she though every time this happened, "my son is fucking me! And he's fucking me better than anyone else ever has! My boy!" But this time she added a new thought: "I bet Christina is fucking her son right now too," and just that thought, helped along by the thick dick plundering her pussy, set her off on another galloping extended orgasm that left her limbs weak and her lungs aching.

But her tireless son, having just gotten off in her mouth, was nowhere close to finishing off yet. He let Alice rest for a few moments, then repositioned her beneath him, turning her slightly on her side, extending her athletic left leg up across his chest, tucking her other leg beneath her, and began to fuck her sidesaddle. Sweat poured off his muscular chest and arms, and his groin was awash in a mixture of his precum and her fluids.

Alice's tits bounced with each savage thrust, and she gritted her teeth as another orgasm surged through her. She felt her son kissing her calf, her heel, and sucking on her big toe, while he hammered away at her weeping pussy. She was just a flood of moisture at this point, and must have felt loose indeed to her son, but he never slowed. His eyes burned with fierce, consuming passion, and for a moment Alice wondered who he was fucking – her or Christina – but only for a moment. Because a fourth orgasm stole her breath and thoughts away, and even as the aftershocks were still rumbling through her system, Tom manhandled her again.

He pulled out, turned her on all fours, pushed her head into the pillow and raised her plush ass up, and then drilled forward into her pussy. The different angle allowed his cock to hit different parts of her interior, while the position allowed him to go just a little bit deeper. The pillow beneath Alice turned wet with tears and saliva as she moaned open mouthed while her son brutally fucked her, just the way she liked it.

He planted both hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed and kneaded her firm backside while he sawed in and out of her. "Fuck, Mom," he groaned, "you have the best ass I have ever seen."

Question answered, she realized. Her mouth shut, her eyes opened, and she slammed her hips back against him. Her tired pussy muscles tightened around his rampaging member, and she began to fuck back at her son with sudden passion and fury.

Tom gripped the globes of her ass so tight, she thought he might leave bruises, and lurched forward, driving himself deeper. She felt his cock swell even larger within her, and then his cannon went off, shuddering and bucking and throbbing, sending an endless supply of virile sperm into her depths. She teetered on the edge for a half-second, and then as the volley continued inside her, ropes of creamy cum inundating her womb, Alice's fifth orgasm took her. She might have screamed her son's name, or tried to, she couldn't remember. All she knew was that her every nerve ending was one fire, and it felt like her pussy was a raging inferno, sending sparks and flames through her body in wave after wave.

When Tom collapsed against her back, gasping, and he slowly withdrew, allowing her body to relax, Alice felt consciousness drift away.

*

In the shower, Eric expected more love play, but his mother insisted on cleaning one another first. The master bath had a full shower, large enough for three or four people, which gave them plenty of room to maneuver without jabbing elbows or knees or other body parts getting in the way.

Christina stepped under the water first, letting it sluice down her pneumatic form, then tugged Eric underneath to soak him too. She took her loofa and soap and began to gently wash her son. When Eric tried to assist she batted at his hands and smiled at him. "Let me do this, sweetie. And then you can do me." She laughed. "I mean, you can wash me. And then do me."

They both laughed and Eric impulsively kissed her. She kissed back, then pushed him away, flicked his nose, and scrubbed him down. Eric stood and let her work, admiring her beauty, her shape, her scent. His cock grew long and hard very quickly under her ministrations, and she allowed herself to nudge it with an elbow, let it bump against her belly, and so on, while she washed him.

Eric couldn't repress a groan when she went to her knees. With a smirk, she washed his legs, then returned to his cock and balls and anointed them with soap and water. She set the loofa aside and began to wash him down with her hands. She cupped his balls and rolled them a little in her palm, while another hand swept up and down his length. Eric groaned again. She wasn't washing him now, but obviously jacking him off. She did it expertly, thumb and forefinger lightly encircling him, the heel of her hand scraping the sensitive underside. The soap was wiped away in moments, and soon the only lubrication was Eric's own precum.

"Mom," Eric managed to say, "I thought we were getting clean."

"Mmmm, we are," Christina cooed. "I just wanted to get a little dirtier first. You have such a beautiful, proud, gorgeous cock, Eric. I want to see it cum. I want to see you fire off one of those tremendous loads of yours, and I want you to cover me with your seed. Can you do that for Mommy?"

"Fuck, Mom, what you're doing to me," Eric muttered. He braced himself against the wall and glass of the shower and thrust his hips a little, driving his cock through his mother's fingers.

She tickled him just beneath the glans with her thumb and licked her lips. "Are you getting close, baby? Have you got a treat for Mommy?"

Eric felt the familiar tingle at the base of his cock. His balls bounced between his legs, and he thrust forward, shearing through his mother's fingers. His angry cockhead swelled and he felt the semen travel up through the tube and explode outward in one long trailing jet. The first rope hit Christina on the chin and sprayed across her lips, nose, cheek, and forehead, finally settling in her red hair. She aimed the shuddering cock as it spat its load. Cum splattered across her collarbone, the top of her breasts, her cleavage, each pendulous globe and nipple. Eric groaned and grunted as his semen continued to spray, coating his mother in a thick layer of shining white jism that slid and pooled around on her creamy flesh.

Christina cooed and laughed in joy and lust as her son continued to rain down cum upon her, a volley of thick, viscous ropes, each one as juicy as the last. Finally, as his flood subsided, Christina leaned forward and took his cockhead between her lips, letting the last few drops spill upon her tongue.

Eric stepped backward as his mother stood up on shaky legs. Her entire upper body was coated in his cum, like frosting on a cake. It slid off her curves, dripping onto the shower floor. Christina cupped her breasts and rubbed the semen into her skin, tweaking her own nipples.

She licked cum off her lips. "How many times have you shot off today? And you can still generate that much?" She laughed with lustful joy. "Whatever it is you've been eating, I'm going to stock the pantry with it and make sure you have it every day." She shook her head in disbelief. "Your cum tastes so good." Putting words to action, she brought her cum smeared hands to her mouth and sucked jizz off each finger. "Mmmm... it could be an ice cream flavor."

Eric's cock, at half mast following his eruption, slowly began to harden once more. Christina's eyes widened. "You never stop, do you, sweetie-bear?"

"I don't know what it is, Mom," Eric said hesitantly. "I've never been this horny before, I guess. I can't stop thinking about fucking you. I just want to do it over and over and over again."

Christina smiled. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance." She stepped under the shower and let the streaming, steaming water begin to wash away the sheets of cum coating her body. She turned, showing off her delectable ass, and scrubbed with her hands. "Grab the loofa, would you dear, and the soap?"

Eric obliged and began to wash his mother down. He started with her shoulders and back, covering them with a layer of suds before sinking his fingers into her muscles to massage them. His mother moaned in appreciation and leaned into him. "You always did have magic fingers."

Eric smiled. He used to give his mother backrubs when he was little. But never like this. He moved lower, alternating washing and kneading her muscles. There were knots in her back that he rubbed away, though her body was slick with soap and water. He moved lower, grabbing her delectable ass with both hands and giving her cheeks a good squeeze. His mother squealed and turned around, slipping a little on the surface of the shower floor.

"Magic fingers and grabby hands," she admonished. Eric laughed. He had released her ass, but now reached out to cup her huge breasts. Her hard nipples pressed into his palm.

"You have gorgeous breasts, Mom," Eric said. He loved the weight and heft of them in his hands. Her skin was so smooth to the touch, and the way his fingers slid over the curve of her breast excited him so much. He squeezed the loofa over his mother's cleavage, and soapy water poured out over her rack. Eric grinned and ran his hands over her tits, washing them while feeling her up at the same time.

Christina watched him, a bemused look on her face. "You always were fascinated with these," she said. "Even as a baby, you could never get enough of them."

"I can't get enough of them now," Eric said. He flicked a nipple with his thumb, eliciting a little gasp from Christina. Eric wiped soapy water away from the hard pink nubbin and bent over, capturing it between his lips. He suckled, tasting her, teasing her with teeth and tongue and lips.

"Oooh. . . naughty boy," Christina said. "You're supposed to be washing me."

Eric released her nipple. "Like you washed me, Mom?"

She nodded, cheeks flushed. Eric grinned and went lower.

He washed her smooth belly, her creamy thighs and strong calves. He rubbed the loofa across her neatly trimmed bush and lightly rubbed her pussy lips. They were pink and swollen, and gleamed wetly before the loofa touched them. Eric tossed the loofa aside and put his hand against her mound. He felt her heat against his palm. He spread her lips with two fingers and began to caress her folds. Christina planted a hand on his shoulder and spread her legs slightly.

He teased and caressed, and massaged the small nubbin at the apex of her gash. Christina mewed and rolled her hips in little circles. Eric stood up, cupping her, and slipped a finger into her pussy. He curled it up into her, hunting, seeking, probing. He found a small patch of ridged flesh and manipulated it with his fingertip. Christina pressed her tits against his chest, almost flattening them, and buried her face in his shoulder. Her hips moved faster now, as did his hand. Her breath came in little gasps, and she started making little cooing noises when his thumb found her clit and began to roll over it again and again.

Christina gripped his forearm, locking him in place. As if he was going anywhere. Her hips circled again, and then she was coming. A flood of fluid coated his hand, and he felt her teeth sinking into his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood.

Eric held his mother for long moments as her gorgeous body shivered and shook. Even when she quieted, and folded into him, kissing his shoulder where she bit him, he held her. He could feel her heart thundering in her chest, and knew his was an echo. She kissed up from his shoulder, across his collarbone and throat and chin and his lips.

"That was good," she said needlessly. "How are you feeling, baby? Are you ready for more? Are you ready to fuck Mommy again?"

Eric kissed her. "Always."

She smiled one of those dazzling smiles of hers. "Let's go to bed."

Eric followed his mother into her bedroom. He watched, bemused, as she slipped on a short robe. She went around, pulling drapes and lighting candles, while Eric climbed up onto her enormous king-sized bed with its plush comforter and multiple pillows.

He lay back against the headboard and spread his arms, admiring the way her robe parted, showing cleavage, how her tits swung happily beneath the thin material, and how the hem rose up to show off the globes of her ass and a glimpse of her pussy. Eric didn't know why this was hotter than just admiring her nude form, and he didn't want to analyze it. He just enjoyed it.

When the room was sufficiently lit, Christina shrugged out of the little robe. It slid off her curves and pooled at her feet. With a sultry smile, she climbed up onto the bed on all fours and approached her son.

Christina nudged his ankles and he parted his legs. She slid between them, and then knelt in front of his crotch. She placed her hands on his hips and leaned forward. Her big tits swung on her chest. Eric couldn't resist reaching out to cup them.

"Your... breasts are so beautiful, Mom," Eric said.

She laughed, delighted. "Thank you, baby." Her slim fingers encircled his rampant erection. "But you can call them 'tits' if you want."

It was Eric's turn to laugh. "I guess so," he admitted. "It's just a little weird to use that kind of language in front of your mother."

Christina began to slowly slide her hands up and down Eric's huge cock. "Sweetie-bear, you've had your cock inside me, you've busted your nut down my throat, in my pussy, and across my tits, and you've brought me off so many times I've lost count. We crossed naughty language off the list of taboos a long, long time ago."

Eric actually blushed. He felt the heat on his cheeks, but before he could get more embarrassed, his mother leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "You're adorable," she said. She spread her legs, straddling his hips, and aimed his cock at her pussy.

The mushroom head of his cock nudged up against her moist, engorged pussy lips. She moved his dick backward and forward, dragging the cockhead through her cleft, anointing it with her juices. His own precum mixed with her fluids as he began to drip copiously himself.

"So hard for Mommy," Christina cooed. "Are Mommy's big tits making you hard? Or is it Mommy's wet pussy? Do you want to fuck me, son? Do you want to slide your hard prick into Mommy's dripping pussy and make me come over and over again?"

Eric groaned. "Yes, Mom, I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you." His hands found her hips, and would have tugged her downward, spearing her on his lance, but she held firm. She continued to tease him, dragging his aching cockhead through her wet furrow.

Christina moaned. Her hips swayed, making little circles. It felt like her pussy lips were nipping at his cock. "Oh, sweetie-bear, I want that too. I want to feel my son's big hard penis thrusting into me, and I want to feel it swell and thicken inside me, and I want to – ooohhhh!"

Enough teasing. With a growl, Eric tugged harder. His mother's pussy opened up for him and he drive into her. Gravity and Eric's hips did the work, burying his raging cock balls deep in his mother. Her hands fell onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, squeezing hard as Eric pierced the very core of her existence. Her cry of shock turned into a shriek of pleasure as she suddenly orgasmed.

Eric held tight to his mother's hips and began to thrust upward into her. Her heavy tits swung wildly with each jab, until Eric curled up into them and buried his head in her cleavage. He inhaled sharply the delectable scent of his mother, and finally felt her begin to fuck back at him. She rose up on his length and drove downward, engulfing him. Her pussy nipped at him, her folds tightened around his swollen length, her fluids soaking into his aching hardness, dripping out onto his crotch and balls.

Eric shifted his grip, grabbing his mother's plush, full ass. He kneaded the pale flesh, delighting in how it gave against his hands and pushed back against his palms. His cock slammed into her over and over again, feeling his cockhead bumping against something deep inside her. Christina mewled and cooed, reduced to making nonsense sounds as her son fucked into her repeatedly.

Eric trapped a pink nipple between his lips and suckled, a little harder than he intended, but Christina didn't seem to mind. Her hips moved faster the harder he sucked. He felt her pussy tightened around his rod once more, and her body shook above him. She moaned incoherently, although he thought he heard his name mentioned at least once.

She slumped against him briefly, kissing the top of his head. She pulled away, kissed his forehead, his nose, his eyes, his lips. "That was a big one," she gasped. She moved her hips. "I've had a lot of big ones today."

"I have big one on its way," Eric said, breathing heavily.

"Oh fuck, baby, you treat Mommy so well." She arched her back a little, giving him her tits again. He licked between them, kissed each globe, and grabbed another nipple with his lips. He suckled and kissed and bit slightly. Christina howled, her hips slamming into Eric's again and again.

Eric felt the pressure building at the base of his cock. His hands left his mother's plush ass and gripped her hips again. He pulled her down against him, striving upward, trying to drive himself deeper. He wanted to be deep, deep inside when he finally tripped the trigger. Her pussy walls clamped down hard around him, her hips twisted a little, dragging her pink folds around him, and he was done. Eric roared, slammed his hips upward, and his cock exploded. Streamer after streamer of virile, teenage cum pounded the roof of Christina's womb, filling her to the brim. Still he came. With nowhere else to go, silvery-white fluid dripped from the lips of her pussy, staining Eric's cock and balls. Still he came, jetting thick, viscous wads of cum into his mother.

Atop him, Christina shuddered and writhed. Each jet seemed to set off a mini-orgasm in her. Every nerve ending screamed in pleasure. Tears of joy slid from her eyes, and a soundless cry erupted from her lips. She couldn't breathe, and didn't want to. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, consumed by lust for her own son.

Finally, gasping, drained, limbs limp and wrung out, the two of them collapsed on the bed. Still connected by cock and pussy, mother and son held one another close, each enjoying the aftershocks of a mind-bending climax.

Eric kissed his mother on her full, red lips. "I love you, Mom."

Christina snuggled closer against her son. "I love you too, Eric, more than you will ever know."

Deep inside her, Eric flexed his semi-hard cock. Christina "eeked" and shuddered again. "Don't do that," she hissed. Eric laughed and kissed her again.