MOM'S AMOROUS SON, by Roderigo (4/4)--mF, inc., cons.

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MOM'S AMOROUS SON--Part 4

Anita Collins almost felt as if she herself had been fucked multiple times
after listening to this lurid tale of three-way sex. My God, she thought, Jenny
Thompson and her son and my son having an orgy, and not just once. The vivid
image of two horny boys alternately jumping on the mother of one of them and
fucking her repeatedly without a break! God! All that cum! She must have had it
coming out of her ears before they were finished. What would it be like to be
the object of pleasure for two young quickly rejuvenated boys like that--for
hours at a time? A wave of jealousy shot through her as she thought of Jenny
Thompson sucking Brad's cock and taking it up her pussy.

Jealousy! Could this be real? Was she really jealous? No, that couldn't be. It
was just that this woman was lewdly abusing her innocent young child and ought
to be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. That's all it
was. But those sensations in her loins gave the lie to that. Her son was giving
sexual pleasure to a whole harem of older women, and his mother was being left
out. That was the problem. She fought to stifle this idea, but it was gaining
control of her mind.

With a shaking voice, she tried to reason with Brad. "How could you help
a friend to commit such a disgusting sin with his own mother? Don't you
think it's evil?"

"Well, no, Mom, I don't. Chuck loves his mother a lot more now than he did
before, and I mean in a good way--you know, in a real mother-son way. He's a
lot more respectful and even obedient now, a better son all around.
And you know why?"

"Why? Just so he can get sex?"

"No, it's because he's now absolutely sure that his mother really loves him."

"Brad, Jenny Thompson is a short, fat old bag. Now why would you want to
get mixed up with her when you can have your pick of so many beautiful
young girls?"

"Mom, you've never seen Jenny Thompson with her clothes off. She's a real
sexpot. Maybe she is a little plump, but in bed she looks terrific. And she's
great fun. As far as young girls go, they bore me. It takes a real woman, one
with some experience and maturity, to interest me."

"But Jenny Thompson! Your best friend's mother!"

Brad said slowly and carefully, blushing a little, "I think that's the thing
that makes her so exciting--the mother thing, that is. I guess one of the most
common fantasies a young guy can have is--uh--you know--doing it with his
mother."

Now it was Anita's turn to blush. She tried to control her emotions and to
think clearly about how she could get through to Brad that his activities were
wrong. "Brad, the point is that you cannot continue to go around having sex
with all these married older women. Don't you see how dangerous it is? You
could ruin your reputation. You could even get shot by a jealous husband, for
God's sake."

"Jenny is divorced."

"Yes, but what about the others? And I'm sure that there must be more that I
don't know about--or there will be if you go on like this. What can we do to
keep you at home where you belong and out of these old women's beds?"

Brad was silent for a moment, then began awkwardly, "Well, Mom,
there's--uh--well--" He broke off, then said, "Chuck doesn't mess around with
any other women."

A flash of heat swept through Anita's body. "What do you mean by that?"
she demanded hoarsely.

"Well, you--uh--said something about being home where I belong. Well--
you see--Chuck's got--uh--something to stay home for." His head was down and he
was avoiding her eyes, and his indecisive manner of speaking was very unusual
for her normally glib son.

Anita definitely knew what he meant now. There could be no mistake. He
was saying that if he could fuck his own mother, he would be glad to stay
home and out of other women's beds. She knew that she should denounce this idea
vehemently and castigate him as a disgusting and dishonorable son. But instead
she just sat there with her imagination unreeling images of Brad screwing those
other older women and then--then she visualized him approaching her own crotch
with that huge young cock. No! No! She just
wouldn't think of it. God! What a thrill it would be! No, dammit! NO!

The silence had lasted for some time. Finally Anita asked, surprisingly,
"Which of those three women was best in bed?" God, she thought, now why
the hell did I ask that?

"Well," Brad began hesitantly, "they were all good. I liked Millie because
she has the best figure overall and I guess just because she is a preacher's
wife and never played around before. . . . But Maria was a much hotter lover,
more experienced, and of course, she has those great tits, so I really got more
of a bang out of her. . . . But I guess Jenny is the best, because she's just
so much fun. She doesn't look as good as the other two, but she just pure loves
sex in every form, and as I said, there's the mother thing. That really gets to
me, Mom."

Anita blushed again. "Have you had sex with Jenny alone, or just with Chuck?"

"Oh, I fucked her alone a couple times. Chuck doesn't know it. His mom wants
to keep it a secret just so it won't hurt his feelings."

"Did she invite you to come alone, or was it your idea?"

"She asked me to come the first time, and I dropped in the second time
when I knew Chuck was tied up somewhere else. She was sure glad to see
me." And he grinned broadly.

Anita licked her dry lips, probably dry because she was practically panting
through her mouth. "Do you think Maria's tits are nicer than mine?" Oh, God!
Again it had just come out without her will.

"Oh no, not at all!--er--that is, I don't think so. I mean, well, Maria's sort
of sag, and yours don't seem to--that is,--of course, I haven't seen them bare,
so I don't know for sure."

You miserable little liar, she thought, you have seen them bare. I know you've
sneaked around and seen everything I've got.

"And your face is a lot prettier than hers," Mark added. "A lot prettier."

"Thank you, honey," Anita mumbled, blushing again. "Is Millie's--uh--body
prettier than mine?"

"No way, Mom! She doesn't have nearly as much in the--uh--bust, and not
quite as much in the hips and aa--er--behind as you. . . . In fact, I don't
know any woman with a better shape than you've got, Mom."

Her heart fluttered with a wave of joy and gratitude, and her pussy creamed
even more. "Thank you, Brad, but you don't have to flatter me."

"No flattery, Mom. Just the absolute truth--at least, the way I rate women. Of
course now, I've seen them with all their clothes off, and I
haven't had the-- uh--pleasure of seeing you naked, so maybe I could be
wrong."

She could easily see what his scheme was, and she should angrily cut him
off right now, but somehow she was being compelled by her emotions and her
biological urges to play along with him. "Oh? Do you really think you
could be wrong?"

"Well, no, but it's really hard to tell, Mom. Now Jenny especially looks a lot
better nude. It's surprising. And then there's this other woman--oops! . . . .
Oh well, she looks great until you get that padded bra and girdle off her, and
then she's saggy and shapeless. You never can be sure."

God! Still another one! But mainly Anita felt insulted to hear him say that
she might not look as good nude. Even though she knew very well that he had
seen her completely unclothed, she felt an overwhelming desire to prove to him
that her body was outstanding. "Look here, dammit, Brad! I don't wear any
padding or other phony aids, and I think you know it." She
took a deep breath, then declared boldly, "Here, I'll prove it."

She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and yanked it off. In a few seconds she
had unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. There she stood with both big
shapely breasts standing up firmly, the pink nipples jutting out brazenly.
She knew she wasn't as big as Maria Correlli, but she was damned sure that her
boobs were plenty big enough to please any tit lover and were still as firm as
when she was a teenager. "OK, Don Juan, what do you say about these babies?"

"Oh Jeez, Mom! Fantastic! They're just absolute beauties! I've never seen
better tits in any magazine or porn film or anywhere else!" His eyes were
glued to her breasts, wide with unfeigned admiration. She could tell that
he would love to get his hands on them. And then he said, "Of course, the
real test is--uh--how they feel, you know."

She marched right up to him. "OK, feel!" Brad gasped and then reached out
with both trembling hands and gingerly touched her hard, upstanding nipples.
She trembled herself when she felt her own son's fingers on her
breasts for the first time since infancy. She stood still, waves of pleasure
sweeping through her as he more boldly began to massage her big tits and to
manipulate her sensitive nipples.

"Oh God, Mom! There couldn't be anything in the world that feels as good as
these beautiful big melons!" An even stronger thrill shot through Anita's body
at this obviously sincere praise. "I gotta taste them too,
Mom. Every woman has a different taste."

She grasped both tits in her hands and thrust them out toward his face,
presenting her twin goodies to him freely. "Taste!" she commanded.

Taste he did, tenderly kissing each nipple in turn with soft lips, then
touching them lightly with his tongue, licking them, getting them wet, then
placing his mouth on them and sucking, gently at first, then more
insistently, then sort of nibbling and chewing lightly on them, switching
back and forth from tit to tit. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" he began repeating,
"Delicious, Mom--delicious!"

Anita held his head with both hands, running her fingers through his short,
football player's hair as he suckled and nibbled her breasts. "Oh, Brad honey!"
she moaned. "Oh, my darling, darling boy! Oooooh, that feels so nice, my sweet
Brad!" She felt herself starting to come already, just from his loving
attentions to her tits. Soon she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy, pulling
his head frantically into her soft white globes, trembling and tingling all
over.

Brad finally pulled his face out of the deep valley of her gorgeous cleavage
and murmured in awe, "God, Mom, if the rest of you is this good,
I'll be in heaven!"

Anita quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper. "You can't
tell how good a woman is till you've fucked her!" she found herself saying
brazenly. Now she was sounding like him! With his help, she shucked off the
shorts, stepping out of them in only her sheer white bikini panties. Brad was
staring at her dark mound showing through the thin fabric, looking as if his
mouth were watering. "Brad!" Anita cried. "Rip them off me! Tear your mother's
panties right off!"

Brad was very quick to comply. He hooked his fingers in the sides, and his
strong hands tore the panties into two pieces with a ripping sound. He cast the
filmy tatters aside and gazed in delighted awe at her smooth rounded belly
curving down to that exciting mound covered with dark-brown hair, where the
soft, swollen lips were peeping through, oozing the moisture of her sexual
arousal. In a moment his hand was cupping that precious cunt of his beautiful
mother, feeling the crispness of the hair and the wet softness of those lips at
the gateway to paradise.

"Oh, come on, Brad! Quick! Let's go to bed!" She gave his hand a tug and
turned to dash out of the kitchen. Brad followed her with joy. But when he
saw that fantastic ass, swelling out in such sexy perfection, he just couldn't
wait. As they reached the living room, he dragged her down onto
the soft carpet, struggling out of his shorts at the same time. In a moment she
was spread wide open before him, and he lunged at her with his enormous cock,
spearing straight into that inviting hairy target. With no
preliminaries at all, he rammed his rod home with one mighty thrust.

Anita first felt a searing pain as that gigantic fuck pole plowed deep into
her soft love passage. God! It was big! Bigger by far than anything that had
ever been in there before! But then as her creamy passage opened to accommodate
his demanding tool, she felt overwhelmingly fulfilled--filled full and
fulfilled. Oh, what a tremendous feeling to be lying here on the living room
carpet with her own big handsome son's gargantuan cock
deep inside her cunt! What an outrageous thrill! Never had she felt so overcome
with sheer pleasure!

She couldn't control her feelings, her speech, or her movements. She heard
herself moaning loudly and saying all kinds of words that she had never uttered
before in her son's presence. "Oooooh, Brad honey! You feel so goddamned
gooooood in Mommy's pussy! Oh, Brad baby, you're making Mommy feel so goood!
Fuck your Mommy, Brad! Oh, fuck your horny, happy Mommy!"

Brad baby was really fucking Mommy now. Every fierce thrust scooted her a few
inches across the floor, sliding her soft ass on the thick carpet. She
wrapped her beautiful full thighs around her son's body, clasped her ankles
behind him and pulled him harder into her. She got both hands on his ass and
added the strength of her arms to pull him harder and deeper still. As big as
that monstrous cock was, she just couldn't get enough of it. She wanted to pull
her son's entire body into her, to take him right back into the womb that had
born him. Every stroke into her churning pussy was a stroke of sheer delight to
her. She felt every inch of him, an awful lot of inches, plunging in and out of
her eager, hungry fuck hole.

The pleasure just kept mounting and mounting. When she thought she had
reached the absolute peak of thrilling sensations, way past anything she
had ever felt before in her active sex life, she was swept to a higher level
yet, soaring up and up into the stratosphere of heavenly delights. Oh, the
tremendous feeling of those powerful thrusts! Oh God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Thrust!
Thrust! Thrust! Slam! Wham! Bam! Oh God! Here we go! Here comes the biggest O
of all O's! Oh God! Oh God! It's so good I just can't stand it! I'm going to
pass out from pure delight! OH GOD! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AAAAHHHHHHHHH! Oh,
he's shooting his load into me now! Oh God! I can feel that hot cum spurting
way up inside me! My son is planting his seed way up in my fertile garden,
watering it with his juices! OH GOD! MY SON! BRAD! MY DARLING SON!
AAAAHHHHHHHH!

And with that Anita Collins did black out for a few moments, so overwhelmed
was she with a mixture of emotion at the idea of performing
the forbidden act of incest, infinite love for this fantastic son of hers, and
the almost unbearable physical sensations of the best fuck she had ever had.
When she slowly regained her senses, she was still lying under
the big powerful body of her son, who was sprawled in total exhaustion on
his widespread mother, with his still semi-hard prick way up inside her
overflowing cunt.

Anita began to moan softly again, saying her son's name over and over, "Brad!
Brad! Oh, my Brad! Brad honey! Oh, Brad sweetie! Oh, my darling Brad!" She was
stroking his back and his ass and his balls, thrilling with
love and happiness. He raised his head and they began to kiss--long, deep, wet
kisses, filled with feeling, with deep love and gratitude for the great gift
that they had just given each other.

"Mom! Oh, my wonderful, wonderful Mom! You're the most terrific woman in the
world! What a stunning body you've got! And what a fantastic fuck!
What a magnificent piece of ass! Nobody could be better than my Mom! My
own wonderful Mom!" These love words mingled with Anita's heartfelt praise for
her son, as they lay caressing and kissing.

In an amazingly short time, Brad's rod was as stiff as ever, and he began
moving it slowly within her. Then he rolled both of them over and told his
mother, "Go ahead and ride me, Mom. Make it as good as you can for yourself.
Just use my cock for your playtoy."

"Mmmmm!" Anita murmured. "What a playtoy!" She lifted up her hips until
just the tip of his cock was inside her pussy lips. Then she sensually
rotated her mound so that his sensitive head was brushing her sensitive
clit. He stared down between their bodies and watched the glorious scene
of the mother and son genitals rubbing each other's most responsive parts.
Anita kept up this slow pleasuring as long as she could stand it, until the
sensation was just too much to bear any longer. Then she began to plunge up and
down on that giant prick, taking him all the way inside, then humping her ass
way up to the tip, then slamming down on him again. He began bucking up to meet
her, and they went into full fuck mode for long wild minutes until he began to
shoot again into his mother's cunt and she soared into another mammoth orgasm.

Later they lay in bed lazily caressing and kissing and talking love words.
Then Anita asked, "So you really enjoyed sharing Chuck's mother with him, huh?"

"Yeah, Mom, it was great." He was silent for a moment, and her imagination
began replaying the description of this lucky woman being
fucked silly by two horny youngsters. Then somehow the image kept changing to
herself being boffed by those same two lads. Hmm, if anything could be better
than the sex she had just been enjoying with her amorous teenaged son, could it
be sex with two teenagers? The idea was definitely
titillating.

Then, as if he had been reading her horny mind, Brad said, his finger probing
her tingling cunt, "I suppose it would be only fair if I offered to share my
mother with Chuck. What do you think of that idea?"

"Hey! What kind of woman do you think I am!" Then Anita laughed, seized
her son's big cock fiercely, and said, "You're right. Do you want to invite
Chuck, or should I?"

THE END