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A Bad Mom by Billy Kennedy [ Fiction ] [ Consensual Sex ] [ Incest ]
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A Bad Mom
This is a true story and I am not ashamed to tell it. My name is Dianne Davis and yes, I was a very bad mother. What could be worse than a mother who started fucking her child when he was only 11 years old? Most of the time it should be forbidden, a crime. But I believe there are exceptions to everything, and my relationship with my son was one of them. There was no pressure, it was a mutually enjoyed pleasure, and my son initiated it. While we engaged in vigorous sex, it was kept separated from a normal mother-child relation ship. During sex we rejoiced in using all the words that usually accompanies it, at all other times it was forbidden. My standards were the same a the mother’s of his friends, no back talk, do your homework, keep your room clean, perform the tasks assigned like mowing the lawn, shoveling snow, rake the leaves and many other household chores. As a single Mom my son was required to do more, wash the kitchen floor, clean the bathroom, load the dishwasher and others. And the punishments were the same ones his friends complained about, stay in your room, no television for two weeks, forbidden to use the telephone for some period, etc. My son had a normal childhood except that we had a private, consensual, secret relationship that other boys did not.
I guess I should tell you a bit about myself. As a little girl I had a very strong sex drive that I must have passed on to my son. I was fucking my older brother when I was 11. He was 16 and worked at a local drug stores after school and full time in the summer. When I began menstruating he stole birth control pills and by the time he enlisted in the Navy I was old enough to convince my mother I needed them “just in case”. I was fucking other boys, not just my brother. He occasionally brought a close friend and we explored all the possibilities of a threesome. I was a very good-looking girl so there was no shortage of other boys who wanted to get in my pants. I met my husband when I turned 17 and he also had a strong sex drive. When we began our sexual relationship, it became exclusively just the two of us. We were madly in love and married when I turned 18 and we had our son the same year. Billy was a great guy and at 21 was already a skilled auto mechanic working at his Dad’s garage. Unfortunately he developed a roving eye and we divorced when I was 23 and our son was 5.
Don’t think the only thing I did when I was growing up was fuck. I was very smart, an A student and had developed a passionate interest in photography. When we first married I took a 3-month course in it at the local community college. By the time Billy left me I was very good, I was told I had a “gift” for it and had a good paying job at an advertising agency. I admit there were other reasons I was able to maintain a middle class life style. We lived in a nice house that my late father had given me as a wedding present, that meant no mortgage payments and my husband was now a partner in his father’s garage, still loved his son, and paid child support. However, he had remarried and child support was the extent of his relationship with his son. Why is complicated and needs no telling here.
I’ll get to when and why I began fucking my 11 year old son in a minute, but you should also know I have the nearly the same body and same good looks I had when I was 18 and in the last two years have begun to on a few occasions have allowed my self to be picked up by an attractive guy and I allowed him to screw me. But with my sex drive it was not enough, but under no circumstances did I want my son to be embarrassed because of rumors his mother was a slut.
This is how it all began. It was a Saturday afternoon in November, I was down the cellar in the laundry room and Billy was raking leaves in the back yard. While I was stacking the clothes from the dryer I decided to put on clean jeans and top. I was alone and my son was outside so I simply stripped naked, turned to the table where I’d stacked the clean clothes, picked what I wanted and before putting them on bent over and picked up the dirty ones, walked over and tossed them in the washer and got dressed. What I didn’t know then, 11 year-old Billy had glanced through the cellar window and saw me undressing, sneaked quietly to the window and watched my entire performance. He told me he moved aside, dropped his pants and jerked off. He later told me that when I had my back to him and he was admiring my ass, I bent over to pick up the clothes on the floor, in doing you spread my legs a little and he got what he called “A fantastic view of your ass hole and the bottom of your cunt.” But that kind of conversation was to come later.
After dinner we watched TV, but there wasn’t much on so Billy went up stairs to take a shower. After a time, although it was early, I decided to go to my bedroom and read. When I reached the top of the stairs the bathroom door opened and my son stepped out stark naked and his little 4-inch prick standing straight out. Billy acted surprised and embarrassed and hurried to his bedroom. I thought nothing about it, but by 11 he was at an age that I had not seen him naked for several years. I found myself thinking what a nicely shaped body he had, that cute hairless dick with a hard on and his pretty ass as he walked to his bedroom. And I was shocked when I felt my cunt tingle at the picture I held in my mind. I scolded myself and forced the thoughts from my mind. I remember saying to myself, “If your naked 11 year old son is turning you on, you better go out one of these days and get laid”. But when I sat down on my bed I did wondered how it would look with his small body lying atop mine, his mouth sucking one of my tits and his little prick inside me. I shivered with pleasure, but forced myself to stop thinking of such a perverse thing.
Once I began to think of incest, it took possession of me. When I was at work out of the blue would come a thought of me on my hands and knees, ass thrust up, and my son fucking me from behind with cute little prick. And when the thought was in my mind I could feel my pussy become soaking wet. The fact that it would be totally taboo stopped from being a deterrent; it made it all the more exciting. To commit not just incest, but pedophilia with a little boy made me tingle with the thought of it. I made a decision; I would begin seducing him as far as he seemed to want to go. If he seemed un-receptive I would reluctantly give it up. But only until he got older when I would try again. I did have some knowledge to begin planning. Billy was 11 and I knew he masturbated, and more than that, in the last three weeks he had begun ejaculating. The evidence was clear enough when I put his bed sheets in the washer. I looked it up on the internet and found he was young, but it was it not that unusual if a boy was highly sexed, which he would have inherited from me, and aggressive in his sex play. I knew if Billy was jerking off he would do it most often in the bathroom, but the sheets revealed he sometimes did it before she went to sleep. I fantasized seeing him naked on his bed, holding his cock in his had and stoking it up and down and then the sight of a stream of cum erupting and landing on his body. In my fantasy I licked it up.
My company published several trade magazines. In preparing one issue on RVs I had noticed an ad for an inexpensive, very small TV camera that could be mounted and send a wireless picture to a TV set within 300 feet. The camera lens is no larger than a dime. I told my neighbor who was constantly building things I needed a cordless drill. I wanted to drill a hole the size of a dime through some wallboard. He offered to do it for me. I said, no, I wanted to learn myself. Billy had very colorful wallpaper showing a variety of Nascars. It took only 5 minutes to locate a suitable racing car picture and drill a hole just where a black fender was printed. I drilled right through to my room. Then I pushed the cable to which the miniature camera was attached until the camera lens was flush with the wallpaper. Unless you were looking for it, it was nearly invisible. When I connect the little receiver to my TV set there was most of Billy’s room; his bed was in the center of the picture Best of all the spy camera could see in virtual darkness.
Each night I followed him up to bed, hurried into my room and turned on the TV. The third night of my lustful vigil, he didn’t put on his pajamas and climb into bed. I watched Billy undress and he stood their stark naked with stiff 4-inch shaft pointing upward. God, it was a sexy sight. I already felt a warm glow between my leg and when he started to stroke it, pussy juice began to flow. He walked over to his bureau and stood sideways so he could see his body in profile. Then he pushed his pelvis forward, looked at him self in the mirror as he slowly stroked. I was naked by then and watching his slim body standing so his small cock projected out in front and the shape of his round young ass jutted slightly from the rear; I wanted to hold it in my hand and stroke its soft white skin. I watched Billy and slipped my hand down between my legs. Apparently turned on by watching himself in the mirror, Billy suddenly went to his bed and laid down on his back, his shaft pointing up. Billy took his two pillows and slipped them under his ass, elevating his lower body so he had a clear view of his cock as he stroked it. “Go ahead, Billy, jerk off, go faster, your mother wants to see you cum”. I whispered. Three fingers were probing my pussy and with my other hand I had two fingers up my ass. I knew what a raunchy sight I was and I wished my son could see me. Billy was stroking hard now and in just over a minute three jets of lovely white liquid shot up and down onto his belly. I had a massive orgasm, the first I had in two years, and I became dizzy from the thrill. Fascinated I watched my son smear the cum over his body and periodically lick his fingers. Now I knew for sure, just 11-years old or not, Billy would be ready when I made my next move. Billy’s best friend, Johnny, was the same age of my son and I had suspected that when Johnny stayed over the boys were masturbating before they went to sleep. I confirmed it and more. One night the camera showed the two lying side-by-side and the horny little boys were reaching across and jerking each other off. Sex was definitely on Billy’s mind. Now all I had to do was seduce him in a way that would make him think, when I got to feel him cuming inside me, that it was his idea.
The next morning I went down stairs wearing the extra long tee shirt I slept in, but this time no panties. When Billy came down I had the table set and his box of cereal and milk on the table. We were engaging in our usual light banter when I accidentally spilled some coffee on the table. “Oh fuck!”, I said. I never used that kind of language and I could see the surprise on my son’s face. “Oh, I’m sorry, Billy, I shouldn’t have said ‘fuck’, it just slipped out. It doesn’t mean you can go around saying ‘fuck this and fuck that. I don’t want either of use that word again.” Billy seemed to accept that, although never having heard me use the word ‘fuck’ I had repeated it half a dozen times. “I’ll get a rag and wipe it up. I knew my son would be watching me so I opened the cabinet under the sink and bent down to pickup a dishrag. I heard Billy gasp as I gave him a good view of his mother’s ass and the lower part of her cunt. I returned to the table and wiped up the coffee. I pretended to wipe a spot under the table and I could see a lump at the crotch of my son’s shorts. I hoped Billy would make the next move to confirm he would like to fuck his mother. At the end of breakfast I rose with my long tee shirt riding high. I pretended to notice and suddenly pulled it up to my waist, looked down and gasped, “Oh my God, Billy, your mother forgot to put on her panties. Oh, what you must think!” I immediately sat down again and said, “My poor son, please don’t think I’m a shameless mother who goes around flashing her naked body to her little boy.”
“Don’t worry, Mom, I wont. And I’m not a little boy.”
“Well, I call 11 year olds little boys”
“I’m almost 11 and I know lots of thinks you don’t know I do.”
“Why didn’t you tell me I had no panties on?”
“It didn’t bother me, and I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“That was very considerate of you. Oh my, when I bent over at the sink, you must have gotten an eyeful. You should have said something then, you must have been shocked.“
“No I wasn’t.”
How much did you see?”
“Not much.”
Come on Billy, your mother has a right to know how much she revealed to an innocent young boy. Just how much did you see?”
“I’m not an innocent boy! I know lots of things.”
“You said that already. Did you see my ass?”
“Yes.”
“And did you see your mother’s cunt?’
That made him gasp. “Well, did you did you? Just how much did you see?"
“Do you really want me to say?"
Well, I saw the crack of your ass. The way your legs were spread I could even see…….”
“See what?”
“Your ass hole. And I could see the lower part of your.....your....pussy.”
Oh my god! My poor son! Billy, I’ll be more careful from now on. A son should never see those parts of his mother. Let’s pretend it never happened.” We tried to make conversation, but his mind was somewhere else, on his view of his mother naked from the waist down I hoped, and as soon as breakfast was finished we left the kitchen.
I went to my room, pulled off my tee shirt flopped onto the bead and began fingering my clit and running my hands in and out of my wet cunt as fast as I could. “That was soooo hot,” I thought, “ flashing my pussy at my son! What a terrible mother I am! But I loved doing it and I’m going to get my son’s 11 year old prick in me somehow. But only if he made it clear that he wanted engage in sex play with his own mother. I had to know he wanted to do it, and I tried to think of someway to make it happen. That night I went up to bed while Billy was still watching TV. To reached his bedroom he had to pass mine. I immediately striped naked, thinking how wrong it was for a mother preparing to expose her entirely naked body to her son. I left the door partway opened. My bureau with its mirror was visible when you looked into the room. I positioned my self on the opposite side of the room. Anyone who did not it was a setup would believe they were accidentally seeing something. I sat on the bed and waited for Billy’s footsteps on the stairs. Contemplating what I would be exhibiting to my 11-year old son had wetness from my pussy running down over my asshole. Finally, after a half an hour, I heard him coming. I stood up, faced the mirror and began to finger my self with one hand and rubbing one of my tits with the other. I put what I hoped was a look of lust on my face. I heard the footsteps stop outside my door and my cunt was tingling; I was close to an orgasm. I turned around, bent over as much as I could and inserted two fingers in my leaking pussy. This might be taboo but it was wonderfully exciting! I finger fucked myself for a minute and then inserted a finger from my other hand into my asshole and began using it to fuck myself in my ass. I knew my 11-year-old son was watching in the mirror and I could hear him beginning to pant; I was sure he was jerking himself off. I faced front again, spread my legs as far apart as I could so that my cunt lips began to open; I used my hands to spread it wider so he could see the entrance where a prick would go in and my clit. I kept it as wide as I could with one hand; my clit was still visible and I began to stroke it and twist it. I groaned as an orgasm took control of my body and I staggered forward and collapsed on the bed. I had contemplated suddenly going to the door and pulling it hope catching my son stroking his cock. But I had just given my 11-year old son the most obscene display of myself so I decided to wait and see.
Next morning I came down as usual, wearing panties, and we began eating breakfast. Billy looked at me and said, '’If I asked you a question about sex would you answer me?”
“Of course son, you have no father so I guess I’m the one to answer all your questions about sex.”
“Okay, I know from schools that most boys jerk........masturbate. Do girls?”
“Sure, girls are no different than boys, they feel horny sometimes.”
“How do they do it?”
“They put fingers in their cunt and finger fuck themselves.” Billy’s eyes open wide and he gasped at my answer.
“Please don’t be shocked, Billy. You know I never use words like that. But explaining sex to a kid your age I think using all the clinical words would just confuse you. I use those words to clearly answer your question so you’ll understand them. "Do you understand what I’m saying?”
My son gulped and said, “Sure Mom, I guess using clear words like that is the best way. But I don’t know how to ask you this question. When boys jer.....mast…” I interrupted, that’s alright, we want to be clear. You were going to say 'jerk off’ weren’t you. Well just go ahead and say it.”
“Okay, when boys ...jerk off...you get an exciting feeling when you...”
“Cum off?”
“Wow, it seems funny using those words with my mother.”
'”Should we use the word ejaculate’ instead”
“No, no! It’s best to use words I know. I didn’t know ejaculate was another word for cuming off.”
“So you want to know if girls cum off. Yes they do, when they have an orgasm, cum off, they get a wonderful exciting feelings. There is no way to ever know if it’s the same feeling boys get, but I think it probably is. Anyway, girls love the feeling.”
Billy was silent for a minute, I could tell he had another question, but wasn’t sure he should. Then Billy asked, “Please don’t get mad. did...did you...did you cum-off last night when you had your fingers in you......pussy?”
“Oh my God! Why should you think I was doing that last night?”
“Because you bedroom door was part way open and I could see you.” I tried to appear shocked and embarrassed, “How could you see me? If I was doling anything I was on the other side of the room.”
“Yeah Mom, but you forgot there’s a mirror on your bureau and I could see everything you did.” I put my head down on my arms and pretended to sob. I blubbered out “No son should ever see his mother doing those private things. What must you think of me?” and I continued to sob. I could sense he had gotten up from the table and the next thing he was standing beside, cuddling me with his young arms. Billy said, “Please don’t cry. I knew I should have pretend I didn’t see you.” I had a couple of more sobs, then lifted my head, rubbing my eyes. Of course, they were dry. I wasn’t an actress who could make herself cry.”
Oh Billy, I’m so ashamed. Why didn’t you walk away?”
“Because it was exciting watching you doing that stuff. It made my prick get hard and I started stroking it.”
“You got a hard-on watching your mother finger fucking herself and jerked off?”
“Yes, and when you turned around and bent so low I could see you sticking a finger in your.....your..... cunt and one in your bum, I....I....ejaculated into my hand.”
I could feel pussy juice running down my leg in a steady stream. Listening to him I had and orgasm brought on by hearing my 11-year old son telling me he had watched my performance and jerked all the way off. “This is so...so...naughty what are we going to do?” Billy now, without quite realizing it, was talking to me quite confidently, using all those forbidden sex words.
“Well, did you like what you were doing, Mom?”
“Yes, of course I did. But it was something a son should never see. Especially one only 11 years old.”
‘There’s no way to go back and have this never have happened. I love you so much, Mom and now I love you even more. You liked doing it, I loved watching it, so why not do it again sometime soon. Except I’ll come into the bedroom with you and we can both take off our clothes and I can watch you and jerk off and you can watch me” I had an overwhelming orgasm that just wouldn’t stop, it was such a turn on hearing my soon suggesting just what I hoped he would. I just looked at him, but made no reply.
Finally Billy said, “I know a Mom and her son shouldn’t be doing anything like that, but no one will know and we can have lots of fun together.”
“You know that it’s called incest; if anyone did find out they would report us and Social Services would take you away from me and you would live in a foster home and I’d go to jail.”
“Wow, I didn’t know it was that serious! Who cares? Neither of us are going to tell anyone, it will be our private secret.”
“You know, Billy I would never have thought of such a thing. An incestual relationship with my 11-year old son. But it does sound kind of exciting doesn’t it?” He was still standing beside me and I could see his 4-inch cock pressing against his pajama bottoms. “Take off your clothes, Billy, and let me look at you.”
Up until yesterday he would have been overwhelmed with embarrassment, but this morning he practically ripped them off. His little prick was sticking up and out. “What your mother is about to say may shock you, but looking at that lovely naked body I’m having an orgasm! Seeing you naked with that hard cock made your mother cum off!” I reached out and took his prick in my hand and began to stroke up and down as fast as I could. I squeezed harder and within 20 seconds, as I knew he would with his mother jerking him off, he shot his white cum onto the kitchen floor.
Billy rushed to me and put his arms around me, “I love you, Mom. I can hardly believe it. My beautiful mother jerked me off! Oh, wow, can we go upstairs and you do it to me again. Oh wow!” I took my 11-year old son’s hand and led him up to my bedroom and stood and stripped as naked as he was. His 4-inch prick was hard again; I don’t think it ever went soft. “I’ll do it as often as you want, son. Your bad Mom came off watching you shoot those streams of white on the kitchen floor. What would you think if your mother told you she wanted to be fucked by her son?” He rushed to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’d do anything to fuck you, Mom!”
“All you have to do is, when I lay down on that bed, climb on top and put you cock inside me.” When I lay down I spread my legs wide and he knelt between them. I wish I had a picture of what we looked like. A young mother naked on her back and her son between her legs. I used my hands to pull open my cunt lips wide, “Can you see where it goes? Well then, shove it in.” And my young son did the most forbidden thing possible; he slipped his prick into his mother’s cunt. As soon as it went in and his hairless balls touched me, I began to feel an orgasm coming. Billy cried out, “I’m fucking my own mother. Oh, wow!” I called out, ”Pump it into me, Billy .....oh, I can’t believe my son is fucking me.....fuck, fuck me hard as you can........oh god, I’m having a non-stop orgasm …....keep saying that, Billy” My son was shouting, “I’m fucking my mother...I never knew what fucking would feel like....Oh wow....your pussy is so tight....I’m fucking my mother.....I’m fucking my own mother!” Hearing my son shouting those words, captured by his own passion, just kept my orgasms coming one after another. “Mom, I’m going to cum-off in you.....I’m going to spurt cum into my Mom.......what does it feel like when I shoot into your pussy?’
“It feels wonderful!” I had only fantasized about my son cuming in me, now it was real. “Oh yes, pump as long as you can, Billy........aaaah.....aaaah Oh fuck.......I wish this feeling would never stop......Billy....Billy.....aaah… Fuck your mother!” But Billy finally went soft and he lay on top of me, his shrunken little prick still in me. Then it slipped out as he slid up my body and began to passionately kiss me. I forced my tongue into his mouth and he instantly responded. God, here was my 11 year-old son and I passionately French kissing. It was wicked and thrills rushed trough me. “I love you, Mom. I’m only 11, but I love you two different ways, as my mother and now as my.….I can’t think of the right word.”
“As your lover. We love each other as we always did. But now I love you in a way that makes me want to have sex with you, fuck you. Now let’s take a shower and be our normal selves for a while.” He climbed off and we walked to the bathroom. We entered together and got into the shower. As the warm water flowed over our naked bodies I saw my son had a raging hard-on so I reached down and began to jerk him off. He used a hand to stroke my pussy. It took only minute and I could feel my son’s prick get set to shoot a youthful load of thick white fluid. Billy was shouting, “That feels so good Mom, keep jerking me off.....I’m gonna cum!" I knelt down and aimed his little prick at my face and felt him shoot a stream of lovely white cum onto it. I felt a huge orgasm begin as I reached up and pushed gobs of it into mouth before the shower washed it all away. My 11 year-old son’s cum and I was swallowing it.
When we had toweled off I followed Billy to his bedroom and sat on the bed, “Now listen Billy, it’s only 10 AM and we’ve going to get dressed and you’re going to be my son and me your mother just as if what we did never happed. What we did....” Billy interrupted, “Are you saying I can’t ever fuck you again?”
“Don’t interrupt me, just listen. What we did was very special and we can do it again, but most of the time we must act perfectly normal. You can’t go around naked with a hard-on all the time. And you can’t talk about fucking me except when we are doing our special thing. A mother and her 11-year old son should never have sex or even think about it. But we have, so once in a while we will have our special time together; but except for those times I don’t want to hear you use words like ‘fuck’. I love us doing forbidden things and we’ll probably do it a lot; but we never will if you keep asking and pestering me to do it. If you start that, we will never do it again. I’ll let you know when we can do it. but......” we were interrupted by a voice from the kitchen, “Billy are you home?’ It was his 12-year old friend from next door. “Say you’ll be right down.” Billy did, and he quickly dressed and went down stairs. I stood at the top listening. “You should knock you know.”
“I suppose so. But I just came into the kitchen. Lots of times you do the same thing at my house.”
I retreated to my bedroom and slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I decided I wouldn’t put on panties or a bra. I felt kind of excitingly naughty wearing no underwear. When I went down stairs the boys were gone. At noon Billy opened the back door and shouted that he was going to have lunch next door and I didn’t see him again until super time. We talked and Billy did as I asked, everything was perfectly normal.
When bedtime came Billy followed me upstairs and stood in the doorway of my bedroom. “Come on in and get undressed. If you want, from now on you can sleep with me.” He was naked in a flash, standing there with his 4-inch rod quivering. I undressed and when I lay down, Billy was cuddled up beside me. I said, “I was out in the sun all afternoon working in my flower garden and all that sun has given me a headache, tonight won’t be a special time." I shut off the bed lamp and rolled onto my side. Billy muttered something that sounded like ‘aw’, but obeyed the rules and just cuddled up against me, his little prick pressing into my back. I decided he was too excited sleeping naked with his mother and needed some relief if he was ever going to fall asleep. I rolled over onto my back, reached out and put my hand around my sons prick and proceeded to jerk him off. “Oh, Mom, I love you. I need to cum off.”
“I know you do, but with my headache this is all were going to do, When you feel it coming, get up on your knees and shoot it onto my tits.” Despite my headache, jerking off my son and anticipating him kneeling over me and cuming-off on my chest, had my cunt tingling. It wasn’t long before my son called out “Get ready" and I felt spurt after spurt after of cum covering my tits. “Oh, oh yes shoot all you can onto your mothers tits....oooooh, I’m cuming, too!" And I was consumed by two rapid orgasms. “Spread it down onto my stomach." But Billy didn’t. Instead he took my breath away when he whispered, “I want to lick my cum off you. This morning in the shower you put some in your mouth and smiled when you swallowed it. I know what my cum tastes like and I want to lick it up."
“Billy, do it!" It was so exquisitely bad, my young son running his tongue over my breasts and cleaning his cum off his mother’s tits. Anyone you enjoyed incest, seeing such a perverse scene would have been thrilled by it. It gave me a triple orgasm. When he finished, he leaned down and kissed me and said, “That was so great, now I can go to sleep.” We both rolled onto our sides and we were quickly sleeping.
Chapter Two
The next morning we were eating breakfast, talking about this and that. As were finishing Billy asked, “I know this is not a special time, but I can I tell you something about it." I replied, “Sure we can talk about it, but that’s all we’re going to do.” Billy nodded and said, “Yesterday, do you know what I found really exciting? It was in the shower and you had me shoot my stuff all over your face. I know all of the things we do is forbidden, but cuming off onto my mother’s face seemed especially naughty.”
“It was very naughty. Billy, that’s why I had you do it on my tits last night. Now see what you’ve done? You’ve made your mother’s cunt get wet. And now I’m going to do just one thing; something we haven’t done. Your bad Mom is going to give her son a blowjob. Climb up on the table and push down you shorts so that your hard prick is where I can get at it." Billy did and I moved my chair until I was directly in front of him. I took my son’s legs and put one on each shoulder, opened my mouth and swallowed his small cock. “Oh god, my mother’s going to suck me off. ....Ooooooh..... that feels so good......Yes....!"
I could take all of his 4-inches and I alternated between jerking him off with my lips and running my tongue around his shaft and licking his balls. I could already feel an orgasm rising. There is something about blowing your 11-year old son that brought me to a climax faster than sex with a man. “Mummy, Mummy......aaaah.....I cant help it. Mom....I’m going to fuck you in your mouth.” My son used his hands to pull my head down until his balls were against my chin and began to pump his cock rapidly in my mouth. I gripped my lips tight around it as he thrust his prick in and out.
“Mom, your mouth feels like a cunt.....oh, I can’t stand it....Mummy, here it comes!” I was swept up by a continuous orgasm when the thick white fluid filled my mouth. With his prick still hard, I slowly swallowed my son’s cum. Suddenly the back door flew opened and there stood Billy’s young friend Johnny Kelly who lived next door. As I pulled my mouth away from my son’s stiff prick, the 12-year old gasped, “Oh my God, I’m sorry, I mean I never thought…..” and backed toward the door. Although inside I was frightened, I stayed calm. “Stop. Johnny, it’s too late; you’ve caught Billy and me doing some that is forbidden; come here." As he approached I realized that in the process of sucking my son’s cock, my robe had come opened and Johnny was seeing full frontal nudity; my tits and pussy were in front of him. It knew it was pointless to close my robe and it would appear I was ashamed, so I made no effort to cover my self. “Sit down on that chair, and tell me what You’re going to do.”
“I’m going to leave, Mrs. Davis, and pretended I never saw anything.”
“Johnny you know that’s impossible. You’re sitting on that chair and what you see is your best friend with his pants down and his prick hanging between his legs. When you first walked in you saw me sucking Billy’s cock. Now you see his mother with her robe open and her tits and cunt staring at you. Do you know what would happen if you ever told someone? Your best friend would be taken way and put with strangers in a foster home or that place in Salem when they put boy sex offenders. They would put me in jail. The only way you can save us is to do more than run out saying you won’t tell anyone.” Suddenly Billy jumped from the table and pulled up his shorts. He said, “We’ve lived next door to Johnny and his mother ever since I can remember. We’ve been best friends since we were little kids. I’d trust him with my life and I trust him to keep silent.”
Johnny spoke very solemnly, “I swear to God I will never tell. I mean, Billy and me already have secrets that we’d never tell.” Billy smiled and said, “They’re things that no one can ever know. Like sometimes when we sleepover here or in Johnny’s house we jerk each other off. And when we both started to be able to .....what was the fancy word you used.....oh yeah, ejaculate, we sucked each other off to see what a blow job felt like." Johnny was surprised and I think a little upset that Billy revealed what they had done, but he swallowed and said, “That’s right Mrs. Davis those are secrets we’d never tell a living sole, and, Mrs. Davis, what I saw this morning I will be keep secret till the day I die.” I told him again what would happen to us if he ever whispered a word and told him if Bobby said we could trust him, we will,”
As he left he turned and said, “I only wish my mother would let me have sex with her. I think it’s cool for Billy to have a Mom like you. I mean, maybe sometime you could do to me what you were doing to Billy. I mean, it would be part of our secret.” Billy said, “Mom, it would be great if you did; I’d like Johnny to know what it feels like.” I began to get that tingle in my pussy and my pubic hair was wet. I thought how much more naughty it world be to have two little boy having sex with me. It was irresistible! I waved Johnny back and said, “This is going to make our secret twice as big. Take off you shorts and underwear and hop up on the table and sit just the way Billy did.” When he was naked below the waist I could see being a year older than my son had added nearly an inch to his prick, and it was thicker. Right then and there I came off. I realized I was really perverted, getting so excited just thinking about a little boy’s cock in my mouth. Johnny was quickly in position. I looked up, “Are you sure you want an old mother to give you as blow job?”
“You’re not old, you must be the same age as my mother and I don’t think she’s old. Besides you’re so beautiful you look like …… like someone who just got out of college. Please Mrs. Davis, do what you did with Billy.” I leaned forward and took the little boy’s prick in my mouth and began to show him what a real blowjob felt like.
Immediately he gasped and then began saying, “I never dreamed a blowjob felt this good.....ooooh. ..please keep sucking my prick, Mrs. Davis....suck it....... suck it.” And Billy spoke out, “It looks so raunchy, Mom, my mother blowing my best friend. ...Wow..….watching my mother suck someone’s prick ......I think I might cum off…..ooooh.....keep doing it, Mom. keep sucking Johnny’s cock!”
What I was doling was so terrible, my 11-year old son watching me blow his 12-year old buddy, I knew I got that pre-orgasm tingle in my cunt. “Johnny was shouting more loudly, ”Billy, your mother is sucking my prick! I never dreamed of such a thing, but I love it......aaahg....I’m going to shoot in your mouth Mrs. Davis, if you don’t take my prick out.......oohhh....oohh.!” And my mouth was filling with the boy’s semen. Shot after shot of it. How could such a little boy have so much of it? Of course, I was swept by orgasms until I finally released his prick and looked up at him. Johnny’s eyes were closed and he was trembling and he suddenly came off again, coving my throat and breast. Which brought me off again. Billy told him to lick up all of his cum. Having illicit sex with these two young boys was fantastic. When Johnny had licked my chest and tit clean and Billy stopped kissing me, I made them get dressed and sent them out to play. That night, when I came home from work, the pair was tossing a baseball back and forth. “Hi, you two. Are you going to have a sleep-over tonight?” Johnny said, “I already asked my mother and she said I could if it was okay with you.”
“You know it’s always okay with me, but I didn’t plan for 3 for supper. Why don’t you eat at home and come over about seven.” I never saw such lustful smiles on two preteen boys.
At 7 Billy and I went up to my bedroom, stripped and lay with our legs spread. A minute later came the call from the kitchen, “Are you home, Mrs. Davis?”
“Yes, we’re home. Come on up.” When the little boy walked into the bedroom and saw the two us stark naked, he exclaimed a series of ‘Wows". and quickly tossed his clothes aside until the 12-year old was as bare-assed as us. Billy said boldly, “Johnny, watch me fuck my own mother.” and climbed on top of me. But I rolled over until he was under me and I sat up. “Johnny can watch us fuck and this way you both can see your cute cock sliding in and out.” I positioned my self and slowly squatted until the end of my son’s prick was touching the entrance to my to my dripping hole. Billy had put two pillows under his head so he could see his prick go in as I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the hairless skin at the top of his young cock. I went slowly up and down, retaining just the dark pink head of his shaft and then sitting down letting it all slip in. As you’d expect, my son was gasping, shouting sexual words about being fucked by his mother. Johnny had moved so he was only a few inches away so he could see it close up and then he took me completely by surprise when the 12-year old pushed a finger into my asshole, and in a moment he had two fingers sliding in and out in synchronization with Billy’s shaft. It was me who began to shout, “Oh yes, Johnny, keep finger fucking my ass......oooh..... Johnny, keep massaging inside my ass hole.......aaagh......Billy, fuck your mother as hard as you can......oooh.... yes, like that....fuck my cunt....finger fuck my tight ass....O God, I’m going to explode...fuck, fuck!”
I felt my son release a load into me and then Johnny came off on my stomach. I was slightly dizzy with pleasure when I rolled off my son. Johnny was saying, “I didn’t mean to do that, Mrs. Davis, watching Billy screwing his mother and me having my fingers up your ass made me shoot off. I’m sorry I got my cum got all over you.” I smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry, I love it when young boys cover me with cum.” Johnny began to lick his come and I asked what ever made him know I would like having his fingers in my ass. Johnny replied, a little embarrassed, because when Billy and I jerk each other off we put a finger up each others ass.”
“My God, you little boys are much more sexual than I thought little boys were!”
When we were resting I was trying to think of how to make them do what I was longing for. I pulled my knees onto my stomach, spread my legs as wide as I could and thrust my ass up and out as far as possible. The boys had good view of my pouting pussy lips; my ass cheeks were spread so my ass hole was clearly visible. “Johnny, it’s your turn to fuck me next, tell me what you see."
He put his face just a foot from my ass and said, “I can see you sexy smooth ass, I can see your pretty pussy and your cunt lips because you don’t have much hair around it. And I can see your asshole. Mrs. Davis, Billy told you some of our secrets, but he didn’t tell you something else we do sometimes, we fuck each other up our asses. I want to do it to you. I mean, I never thought an ass hole could be so nice until I fucked Billy’s.” He reached out and began to rim me with a finger. Mrs. Davis....I wonder....you don’t have to answer, but have you ever had someone....aah.….fuck your ass?” I turned my head and looked into his dark brown eyes, “Yes a lot, I liked the feeling and so did the guys.”
“Well then, instead of fucking you like I was gonna, would you let me fuck you in your ass?”
I replied, “My Johnny, don’t you have a nice dirty mind. Go ahead and shove that young prick of yours as far into my ass as it will go and then fuck me just like you had it in my cunt.” I poised my self on my hands and knees, ass thrust up and back. Johnny slid forward, tentatively touched my ass-hole with the head of his 5-inch prick and then suddenly pushed in until his balls were bouncing against me. Billy said, “Wow! This is something I’ve fantasized about, it’s so raunchy! Mom, my cock is throbbing. Imagine, watching my mother take it up the ass!” I was moaning as the first orgasms hit me and Johnny was shouting “I’m ass fucking....my prick is up your ass Mrs. Davis....aaaahg....oh fuck....oh fuck.” Without experiencing it, no one could imagine how exciting it was to have a 12-year old boy shouting those words as he plunged in and out of my ass-hole. Every few strokes he would pull it all the way out then thrust it back in as hard as he could. “Ooooh, a cock in my ass feels so good.”
Suddenly he paused, then slowly began working his cock in my ass again. I turned my head to look behind me and had a giant orgasm. My son had slipped behind his friend and pushed his cock up his ass! It was thrilling. Johnny fucking me in my ass and my son stroking his cock inside his buddy’s ass!.. “Ram it into me, Johnny........Billy pound you cock up Johnny’s ass…..oh god!…oooooh...I’m having wonderful orgasms....when are you going to shoot your cum up me....aaagh.” As I was speaking those words, Johnny ejaculated and I felt his hot cream penetrate deep inside me. When he pulled his prick out he said, “Your ass is so tight, Mrs. Davis...it felt fantastic when it seemed to clamp around my prick…..Oooh….. Billy just shot up my ass….ooooh….aaaagh…That’s feels so nice!.”
When three of us were lying side-by-side, Johnny said, “Billy, what a fanatic sensation that was, fucking your mother’s ass hole while someone fucked mine! Billy, you’ve got to fuck your Mom up her ass and I’ll ram it into your ass! It’s exciting!” Billy quickly replied, ‘I wish I thought of it first. I was a little jealous watching you giving my Mom an ass fuck, and you two shouting how good it felt. That’s why I started to fuck you. Please, Mom are you ready to get ass fucked again?”
“You know kids, it’s so bad what were doing, but that makes me want to do dirty things with nice young boys all the more.” There were shouts of ‘Me too!’ It made me smile with delight. “Billy, go ahead and give it to your mother up her ass while Johnny runs his cock in and out of yours.”
During the next two weeks when I drove into the driveway after work, the boys seemed to always be playing in one of the backyards looking at me expectantly. Most days I simply waved and went into the house to prepare dinner. But some nights I gave them a big smile and big hello and when I did they soon followed me. I tried not to give my son and his young friend the ‘come in and fuck me’ signal too often, but I found my self doing it at least 3 days a week. Sex with my 11-year old son and his 12-year old buddy was irresistible. It was Saturday when I wanted it badly that I signaled them to come in. When they reached my bedroom, I was naked, on my back with my legs spread lewdly wide. I was already wet just thinking about how awful this really was; a mother displaying herself like this to own son and the kid next door; both pre-teens. The boys hadn’t had me for several days and were aching to fuck me. I told Billy to let Johnny fuck me first so he could have the extra pleasure of pushing in his prick when his mother’s cunt was filled with lovely warm fluid. Johnny was quickly on me and the 12-year old fucked me with passionate lust.
“Fuck me, Johnny.....ooooohh.... I’m just as hungry for a prick as your are for my pussy…...... Oooh, yes..... screw your buddy’s mother.” At the same time the boy was groaning and, like me, shouting words that turned us on even more. “Oh Mrs. David, I love fucking you....aaaahg....my prick feels so good because I’m fucking my friends Mom....fuck....fuck....aaahg.”
And my own son was watching Johnny’s cock go in and out of his mother’s pussy. “Wow! It’s such a turn on my mother getting screwed by another kid. Oh God Mom, without even stroking my prick in a minute I’m going to shoot off on you. You can’t believe how great it is to watch my own mother getting rammed by another kid." As usual I was calling out, “Fuck me hard...give it to my cunt......aaagh....I’m starting to orgasm...keep screwing me, Johnny.....ooooh, here it is....what a wonderful feeling.” My son kept saying, “Give it to my Mom.....give it to my mother... aaagh....here comes my load on your tits Mom.” When I felt it hitting my breasts I had another giant orgasm and they kept on as Johnny shot his cum into my pussy. “Please keep sending your cum into me and on me.....oh God this is such a wanton thing to be happening...I love sex with little boys.”
When my son climbed on me and shoved his cock into me, watching made Johnny hard against and I said, “Get your cock close to my mouth. I want to blow you while my son screws me.” It was quite a picture, me naked on my back, one little boy on top shoving his prick into my cunt as fast as he could and another little boy fucking my mouth. That’s the sight Johnny’s mother saw when she walked into the room. She screamed, “Oh my God! Stop! Stop! I’m going to call the police!” Johnny jumped up and supported his mother as she staggered to a chair and sat down.
“I can’t believe my eyes, oh Diane, you're committing incest with your 11-year old son and molesting my son!” Johnny tried to tell her it was his idea, he wasn’t being molested. But his mother told him not to be ridiculous, “Mrs. Davis is a grown woman and very intelligent, If she’s letting you have sex with her it’s because she wants to do it.” Mary Kelly was wringing her hands, “What am I going to do? I should go right to the police, but Dianne, you’re my friend and it will destroy your family. You’ll lose your son and go to jail. More important it will traumatize my son. Testifying in court, how he will be treated at school. I....I can’t put him through that so what am I going to do?” Through it all I said nothing. Billy tried to explain that he was the one who seduced his mother, but Mrs. Kelly just gave a cynical laugh. “All I can do his make sure neither he or I ever set foot in this house again and, Dianne, I would make you swear to leave my son alone. I can’t make you stop the crime of incest with your son, but I can protect mine. Come along Johnny.” Unexpectedly Johnny placed his body between his mother and the door. “I can tell you what I want you to do. I want you to shot being so...so....prim and proper. Why can’t you be like Mrs. Davis? Take off your clothes and let me fuck my mother just as Billy does his?”
Then I spoke up, “You’re right Mary, I’m responsible for this and it never should have happened, but it did. Like it or not, your son may be only 12, but he knows more about sex than any boy or man twice his age. But because he’s only 12 he can’t understand why you’re going to stop him from doing what he now craves. Maybe I did corrupt him, but he was anxious to be corrupted. It may be my fault, but what your doing will corrupt the feelings he has for you no matter how you try to avoid it. Mary, once I saw that my son desperately wanted to fuck his mother I decided if I ignored it I would have a constantly frustrated little boy. If I let him it would make him happy, but almost all the time we would keep our relationship strictly mother and son. And Mary, I found when he put his little prick in me it was the most thrilling thing I ever experienced.”
Mary simply stared at me, ”Dianne, are you suggesting I just strip down, lay on my back and have sex with my own son?”
“I‘m not suggesting anything, I‘m simply telling you some facts. I will predict something, Mary, if you did what your son wants you to do you‘ll never regret it. I can‘t describe how it feels when you start having sex with your little boy. What‘s more, incest will keep the love your son has for you, and begin another kind of love just as powerful. You now sleep alone and have for years. It‘s wonderful to sleep naked with your naked son cuddling up to you and whispering how much he loves you. There, that‘s what I think, but what you do is something only you can decide.”
Mary had been listening silently, not interrupting me, obviously thinking about my speech. At that point her son surprised us by making the decisive move. Remember he had been standing in front of his mother as naked as the day he was born, slowly stroking his cock while she listened to me. It was rock hard and he suddenly grabbed his mother‘s hand and forced it around his prick. Mary attempted to pull her hand away, but a 12-year old can have surprising strength and he wouldn‘t release it. Johnny was looking intently into his mother‘s eyes and gradually she stopped trying to pull her hand away and kept it tightly around his 5-inch cock even when Johnny took his hand away. My heart and mind began to rejoice. I had caused two little boys to want sex with their mothers, and now I had convinced a mother to agree to incest! I was sure we now would have an incest club. Two mothers having sex with their young sons. Mary let go of Johnny‘ prick and sighed. “I would never have believed it, but Diane, I‘m afraid picturing the scenes and the actions that come with incest, like you I can‘t resist. You’re thinking how can it be this easy to convince a mother to start having sex with her son. The reason is that I have a secret that I have never breathed to anyone before. My brother seduced me when I was 12 and we fucked until he married and moved away. And I loved our incest. I would be a hypocrite if I denied my son incest if he wants it” She looked down at her 12-year old son and said, ”You win. I‘m going to strip naked, lie down on that bed, spread my legs and see what it feels like when your own son fucks you.” You can imagine what followed. Johnny leaped atop his mother followed by the shouts of passion, the obscenities spoken by mother and son, as Johnny feverishly rammed his 5-inch prick in and out of his Mom‘s pussy. Naturally Billy and I were overcome with sexual sensations. Billy kept urging his buddy to fuck his mother. ”You two look sensational.....go ahead and slam it into your Mom.” And I gave encouragement to his mother. ”Enjoy it, Mary, doesn‘t your son’s prick thrill you, don‘t you love being screwed by your own son?” My cunt was dipping pussy fluids at the incestuous site and Johnny’s mother began to cry for him to fuck her harder until I could tell they had a simultaneous climax and rolled apart with moans of pleasure. I said, ”Quick Billy, get on top of Mrs. Kelly and let her feel what it‘s like to take it from two young boys, one right after another.” Mary demonstrated her new found enthusiasm by gripping my sons small, round ass and pulling him into her and shouting to him ”Ram me harder, Billy.....ooooh.......I‘ve never been screwed two times in a row and now I’m getting with two little boys.....aaaagh Ooooh.... I felt that blast of your cum.....I’m having my first multiple orgasms from the son of my next door neighbor.....ooooh.... God it’s so good.”
I let Mary dominate the action. She was now lustful to experience all the thrills I already had. There were plenty of days to come when I would claim my share of the action. Today it was fun to watch Marry exult in her passions. Of course, her son wanted his mother to suck his cock, something she said she had she became addicted to after her brother seduced her, and she ended up by crying for more cum to swallow which my son supplied. The thing that needed coaxing and assurance was that there was nothing unnatural about ass fucking, letting her son plunge his cock into her ass-hole. Afterward she couldn’t get enough of it and demanded my son shove his prick up her ass while she sucked her son’s cock. We had some great orgies with our sons, two pre-teens who had become addicted to incestual sex as strongly as if it was a powerful narcotic. We had them fuck us 4 times, one after the other. The first to cum off in us was hard again watching his friend on his mother and would shove his prick in the minute her cunt was empty. Watching had the other boy ready to go again. It was like a small gangbang. God, it was good. Every time we got together, at the end the sheets were soaked with our fuck juices and Billy and I would leave them on the bed to sleep on. We reveled in the way the sheets and us reeked of sex. Those days were so completely perverse and so exciting; Mary and I were enjoying the forbidden pleasures of mother and son incest.
Chapter 3
The dramatic expansion of our incestual and pre-teen sex came as a result of an experiment of mine to attempt to expand our secret incest group. I belonged to a rather exclusive book club that met monthly and in addition to reviewing a book; afterward it became an extended gossip session with some members sharing their troubles. At one session I told them I was troubled and depressed by a problem being faced by a cousin. I told them her 16 year old son was making sexual advances and she had feeling no mother should have and didn’t know what she should do. She was desperate for help. As you would expect this sex problem, although they pretended it wasn’t didn’t, titillated the women and they began offering suggestions. The first of course, was she should see a physiatrist, or minister and I told them she had done both, but they were unable to put a stop to her feelings of lust for her son. Finally the subject was exhausted, but afterward one of our newest members who had just recently moved to town stopped me for a private talk. She told me that in the town where she lived before a neighbor confided in her she was experiencing the same incestual feeling as my cousin. She said she moved and didn’t know if her problem was ever resolved, but it might help my cousin to discuss it with a fellow victim. I told her great and gave her my phone number in the event she could arrange something. All the while I had a tingle in my pussy that somewhere there was the potential to add a third incestual mother to our group. Sure enough the next week, Janet Roberts, that was her name, called and said her neighbor who lived 100 miles away, agreed to meet my cousin at our local Applebee’s on Friday. She told me her friend would be there early for lunch, 11 AM; she’d be in a back corner booth. I told her I would check with my cousin and call back. I did after 5 minutes and said my cousin was anxious for the meeting. My pussy was alive with sensations when I walked into the restaurant wondering if my suspicions were right. They were. Sitting in the corner booth was Janet herself. She greeted me with a smile and we agreed we were both pretty sure who would be at the meeting. As pussy juice began to ooze out and drip slowly down my thigh; Janet asked with out any preliminaries. “So how many of your children are fucking you?” I was a bit taken back by Janet’s no-nonsense question, but I answered just as directly, ”I only have one child, an 11-year old son, and I fuck him as often as I can. How about you?” Janet replied, “My son is 16 and we‘ve been screwing since he was 14. When I found I was attracted by thoughts of incest, I didn‘t waste any time in getting his prick in me. It might have been a bit small then, but at 16 it‘s nearly 7-inches long and a real cuntfull.” I replied, ”Boy, you certainly don‘t waste any time getting down to the essentials!”
”Why should we. If you and I ended up meeting here, were both incest lovers, so why waste time. When do you want to get our families together?”
”I‘ve got to tell you, there’ll be another mother and her son involved.”
Janet gasped and smiled. ”This is the best day I can remember! I never believed Chris and I would ever find another mother and son to join us. Just picture it; there‘ll be three mothers and three sons having incestual fun. Six of us!” Janet continued, “When my husband caught me fucking half the neighbors, I didn’t care if he divorced me, he had all the sexual drive of a rock. My Dad had left me more money than I’ll never need, including a big house. So you guys ought to come there about 7, I think you’ll like our special incest room.” I said, “I find it so exciting that my pussy is a wet as if I was about to get laid.”
“Your not the only one. I’m as hot as a firecracker. Why don’t we get out of here, get in my car and finger fuck each other until we get some relief?”
“Lead the way,” I replied, and two minutes later we were in the back seat of her Cadillac, striping off our panties and pulling up our skits. Anyone who walked past us in the parking lot would have gotten an eyeful, but we were too consumed by lust to give a damn. There was plenty of room to spread our legs apart and we quickly pushed two fingers into each other’s cunt. Janet said, “Oh, how I needed your fingers in my pussy, our naughty conversation in there had me about to explode.”
“Good,” I said, "Explode anytime; I love it if a woman into incest like me covers my hand with her pussy fluids.” Janet was expertly fingering my cunt and said, “Fact is that I’ve been known to put my mouth down there and use my tongue to start it flowing...….come on, Diane, finger my cunt, move your fingers around in there....oh yes, like that!" I urged her to do the same and we were both so aroused we orgasmed almost together. Janet moaned......"Your fingers are like magic wands....ooooh.......here come another flood.......ooohh ........ when we get together again maybe you’ll let me suck your pussy and swallow that sweet tasting stuff!”
Afterward we got ready to pull down our skirts, but didn’t bother with our panties. Our skirts were still up, our cunts on display when we saw a teenage boy about 18 or 19. at the door of a pickup truck that must have pulled beside us while we were lost in our passion. He was staring in at us as we pushed down our skirts and must have witnessed it all. I shrugged, rolled down the window and said, “Like the show, kid.” He laughed and replied, “I loved every minute of it, if you’re interested I’ve got a fat cock that’s better than fingers.” Janet leaned over and said, “Sounds great, if we had more time we’d let you climb in with us and give both our cunts a workout. Maybe next time.” With that both of climbed out of the back seat, Janet into the front seat of her car. When I got out to walk over to where my car was parked the kid made me squeeze by him so I could feel his hard cock pressing against his dungarees. I confess, I liked those little boy pricks, but it had been two years since I had a long, fat one. As I past him I patted his ass and whispered, “I’ll move my car to the far corner of the lot. Maybe I’ll see you there." I realized not only had I become a mother who had sex with her 11-year old, but I was about to become a slut as well. When I moved my car he pulled up close beside me, blocking the view of my car entirely. He jumped out of his pickup as I got out and slipped into the back seat. He was a very good-looking young man and obviously a blatantly sexual one. When he slipped in beside me he said, “How shall we do it? Completely naked or from the waist down?” I smiled, “Naked is best, but it’s a bit confined to try to strip down. Naked below the waist is fine. And kid, you had better been telling the truth when you said you had a big fat one.” Quick as a flash his jeans and under shorts were off and standing straight up was as handsome a cock as there could possibly be; 8-inches long. perfectly proportioned with a slightly oversize head to make it even more alluring.
“Well, is that up to your expectations?”
“Oh. much better, I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”
“Lady, I think your cunt is every bit as lovely as you think my prick is. Before we start fucking we might as well know what to call each other, I’m Bill.”
“Well, that’s a nice coincidence. My name is Diane; how old are you?”
“I’m 19, Diane, and why don’t we make this more than a simple screw. How about you spread your legs and I get down on the floor and eat your delicious looking pussy till I bring you off. Then you suck my prick until I fill your mouth with cum. Or is that too much for a casual parking lot encounter?” I gave him a lustful smile and said put your tongue in me, you’ve got me tingling already.” I can’t describe how sensational that cunt suck felt; what added to the pleasure was knowing it was happening in broad daylight in the back seat of my car in a restaurant parking lot. I found my self exclaiming, ‘Ooooo...what ever it is you’re doing with your tongue keep it up......eat my pussy, Bill.....eat this parking lot slut’s cunt......ooooh,.....I’m cuming, Bill you’re bring me off so soon.......ooooh...ohhh.” And I was swept away by an incredible orgasm. It was so intense I almost passed out.
Bill looked up and said, “I don’t think I’ve sucked up so much pussy juice in my life. This is going to be a day my buddies will never believe when I tell them. Are you a slut, Diane?” I replied, “Get up here on the seat where I can get my mouth around your big prick. And I wasn’t a slut until today, but if taking on a handsome stranger in a parking lot is being a slut, I’ going to be one from now on.” Bill was leaning back beside me, his legs spread lewdly wide, his p
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