Chapter 3
She had hardly gotten settled in the car when her son asked her to pull her skirt up again.
"You're a very naughty little boy, you know that?" she teased him, slipping her skirt up, lift-ing her ass and settling her naked asscheeks onto the seat. "And I love it because you are."
His cock was still out of his jeans and, to her delight, it was half hard again. Before she put the car in gear, she grasped his cock for a squeeze, then petted the cockhead.
"So beautiful," she whispered, looking longingly at his prick. "Sit closer to me, baby."
Brad scooted to the center of the seat, and Brenda placed his hand on her thigh. She pulled onto the road and settled to driving.
"You like fucking as much as I do, Mom?" Brad asked.
"Have you fucked often?"
She saw his cheeks blush.
"Only in my mind," he confessed. "I jack off a lot, though."
Brenda laughed, dropping her hand to his cock. She caressed it with her palm. "That's no fun," she said. "That is, jacking off alone. I know, because I use my fingers all the time, and it's not any fun at all."
She enjoyed the hot feel of his palm resting on her thigh, but he sat still, not moving it. She wanted him to stroke her thigh, feel it.
"Brad, do I have to always tell you what to do with me? For instance, you can rub my leg, feel my pussy . . . anything,"
"I can do anything, Mom?" he asked, excitement rising in his voice. "You mean it? I can touch your pussy and feel it and play with it?"
"You better," she said, squeezing his cock hard, glancing down to watch the cockhead bulge from her fist. "You don't think I'd stop you now, not after that fantastic fucking you just gave me, do you?"
"I hope not!"
Brad moved his hand up and down his mother's thigh, stroking the soft creamy flesh. His cock began to throb in her hand, and Brenda drove with her left hand and jacked on his prick affectionately. Her son drew his hand up between her thighs, and she lifted her ass a bit.
"Finger-fuck me," she hissed.
With a low groan, Brad pressed a finger into his mother's cunt, fucking it in and out. Brenda moaned with joy, twisting her ass on the seat for him, pumping oh his strong, rigid cock.
"I've got some pictures I'd like you to look at," she said.
"What kind of pictures, Mom?"
She shot a lewd grin at him. "They're pictures of men and women and they're all naked, fucking and . . . other things."
"Gosh, I know what kind!" Bratf said. "I found some at Dad's house. I had to jack off, but he caught me and took them away."
That surprised Brenda. Her ex-husband had accused her of being perverted with those pictures, and now he had his own collection.
"Tell me about them," she asked, feeling his finger fucking in and out of her cunt.
"Well, the women didn't have clothes on and you could see their tits and cunts and everything. The men, too. They all hard big hard-ons."
"I have pictures with them doing all kinds of things to each other," she said. "You'll like them better, I bet."
"Yeah!" Brad said, working two fingers into his mother's cunt. "You're awfully wet and hot here."
"Of course," she mewled softly. "And you're very hard."
They had driven about fifteen miles by now.
"Tell me what they're doing," Brad urged, his voice low.
"Well, they're fucking, of course," Brenda said. "In every position you can think about."
"Oh, Wow! I bet I could really jack off with them!"
"Bullshit!" Brenda said, squeezing his cock hard. "I won't let you waste a lovely hard-on jacking off."
The car weaved on the road as her excitement grew.
"I don't think I can wait much longer," she said.
"Wait for what, Mom?" "To fuck you again."
Brenda pulled the car to the side of the road once more, this time killing the engine.
She looked down at her son's cock, making the cockhead bulge up from her fist. She ran her tongue over her lips hungrily.
"Pull your pants down, baby," she whispered. "All the way down."
Brad eagerly opened his belt and shoved his jeans to his knees. His cock jutted up from a small tuft of dark hair, his balls lovely and hairless and looking very full again.
"Oh, God!" Brenda purred, cradling his balls in one hand and stroking his cock in the other. "I love them, Brad! I love your balls!"
"Fuck me, Mom!" he grunted- "I think I might come if you don't hurry!"
Brenda gurgled, stroking his prick, twisting his balls, enjoying feeling him. "You won't come yet, honey," she promised. "I won't let you come until your cock is in Mother's cunt."
He trembled as she fondled his balls and cock, watching her hands. Brenda twisted his cock about, pulling on it, lifting his balls and squeezing them tenderly, mewling softly as anticipation swelled inside her. Her cunt was pulsing hotly, seeping slippery pussy juices on the seat of the car. She lifted over him, straddling his body. The feel of his naked legs against the insides of her thighs was much better than the rough fabric of his jeans. She pressed her son's cock into the thick hair of her cunt, rubbing it about, watching his prick start to drip. She smeared the oozing juices on his piss hole about her pussy hair and on her lower stomach. She pulled her skirt to her waist, her dimpled belly button showing. She was shaking with eagerness.
"Kiss me, Brad," she whispered in a thick voice. "Kiss me!"
Her lips mashed against his, and her tongue flicked past his teeth, going deep into his throat. Brad grunted, and began to suck at his mother's twisting tongue. She felt his hands move up her sides, going to her tits, then stopping.
"Mmmmm, go ahead," she mewled against his mouth. "Touch my tits. Play with mother's tits, honey! I told you you can do anything with me." "Can I take them out, Mom?"
"Oh, yes!"
She leaned back, watching his fingers trying to open the buttons. He fumbled with nervousness.
"Here," she said, jerking her blouse out of her skirt and lifting it to her neck. She moved her hands to her back, unhooking her bra, not even caring if a passing car saw them.
"Oh, golly!" Brad gasped as he stared at his mother's tits. "They're so big, Mom!"
"Play with them," she whimpered. "Squeeze my tits and pull my nipples!"
She shoved a hand to his cock again, lifting her hips. She rubbed the head of his cock about her cunt, sliding it up and down the fiery slit. Then, holding her breath, she settled her cunt onto him. Brad grunted as his cock fucked into his mother's greedy cunt once more. Brenda made a hissing sound as she fucked downward.
"Suck my tits!" she groaned.
Brad grabbed one of his brother's firm nipples with his lips, drawing it deep into his mouth. She took his hands and shoved them behind her, placing his palms on her naked ass.
"Hold mother's ass, honey!" she sobbed. "Hold my ass, because I'm going to fuck you!"
She felt Brad dig into the cheeks of her hot ass, sucking frantically at her tit. She began to bounce up and down, fucking on her son's cock with ecstatic cries. Again the wet fucking sounds came to her, and she swung her hips to and fro, grinding as she twisted her cunt up and down her son's cock. She held his shoulder in one hand, the back of his head with the other, pulling his gasping mouth tightly onto her firm tit.
Brad sucked powerfully on the hard nipple, gripping his mother's smooth ass in his hands, his body almost stiff. Brenda gurgled and cooed with pleasure, fucking on her son's cock with wild thrusts of her hips. She enjoyed his stillness, the way he sat there with his cock standing up for her. She could do anything with him that she wanted, anything.
She squirmed her fiery cunt onto his cock, pulled his mouth off her tit, and leaned down. She kissed his moist mouth feverishly, running the tip of her tongue from one corner of his lips to the other. She wiggled and twisted her ass against him, feeling his young, precious balls touching between the hot cheeks of her ass. She felt the delicious way her hairy cunt lips crushed upon the base of his cock, the hardness throbbing deep inside the gripping heat of her wet cunt.
Pulling his mouth back to her tits, she rubbed them into his face, whimpering softly. "Ohhhh, baby, suck those hot tits! Suck Mother's hot titties!" She fucked her pussy back and forth on his cock. "Suck my tits and fuck my cunt, Brad! Ahhhhh, sweet, sweet baby!"
"Mom! Oh, Mom!" Brad groaned into her naked tits. "It's so good, Mom! You're so hot and wet and I'm so hard! Fuck my cock, Mom!
Fuck me!"
"Yes, darling!" she sobbed, fucking up and down again. "Mother will fuck your cock! Oh, Mother will fuck your beautiful hard cock! Mother loves your hard prick . . . loves that hard cock up my juicy cunt!"
Brad's fingers clung to the gyrating cheeks of his mother's ass, his fingers digging hard. He gasped and grunted with the almost-violent pounding of his mother's insatiable cunt on his burning cock. He moved from tit to tit, his tongue licking eagerly, lips pulling at her long nipples. Brenda clung teller son, eyes closed, crying softly with the insane rapture. Her cunt stretched tightly, her clit intensely inflamed. She flung her arms about his head and neck, smothering his face between her flawless tits. She jerked her hips to and fro, pumping wildly. The fucking of her son's cock into her cunt created such a devouring hunger within her, Brenda didn't want to let him go, ever.
Her pussy twitched and clutched at her son's cock, gripping it with powerful muscles each time she lifted. There were things happening to the muscles of her cunt that overwhelmed her, thrilled her. Her hairy cunt seemed to expand as she drove it downward, making an easy entrance for her son's cock, only to clutch greedily with her cunt as she started lifting upward. Her cunt was so tight, she felt the exciting throbs and ridges and grooves of her son's young cock.
Time and again she stabbed herself in the cunt with her son's cock, her mind spinning, and she cried out as orgasms began rumbling through her. The convulsions of her cunt began with soft, rippling waves of delicious heat, but grew with intensity until it felt as if her cunt were on fire, being seared by an unseen heat.
She had the wild thought that, with the speed she was fucking up and down on her son's cock, there were certain to be some painful blisters on the lips of her pussy by the time it was over. But the threat of blisters on her tender pussy failed to slow her down. She was clutched in the mindless sensations of agonizing rapture, unable to stop the jerking pounding of her pussy. She was sobbing noisily, gasping in a tight voice as her cunt kept compressing on his extremely hard cock. Her pussy was having seizures, crimping the base of her son's cock as she jerked it upward. Her cunt pulled on Brad's prick as if it were a tight fist.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby!" she moaned. "I'm coming so fucking hard! My cunt is coming so fucking hard! I want to come forever, Brad!
Ahhhhh, darling, your cock is making my cunt come and come and come! So good ... so fucking good!"
Brad gritted his teeth, his mother's hot tits surrounding his young face. He clung to his mother's ass with tight fingers, his balls swelling up, becoming hard. Each downward swing of his mother's hot ass brushed his balls, his cock buried into the steaming depths of her starving cunt.
The series of orgasms going through Brenda caused her to screech loudly, her head against the top of the car, her hair tumbling about her face. She now gripped her son's shoulders, her fingernails digging into his flesh. Her hips jerked and jumped as she fucked up and down in a frenzy of wanton ecstasy, riding her son's cock without thought, guided by the tormenting ecstasy only. Never had she come so often, so much, so tightly, so hotly. "Give it to me!" Brenda shrieked as if she were in a pain. "Don't hold it back! Give it to me, baby! My cunt wants it. . . needs it!
Shoot, Brad, shoot! Come up my fucking cunt!
Drown Mother's fucking cunt in your sweet, hot .
come juice! Do it now! Please, please . . . give me your come juice!" Brad grunted, his cock aching, balls swollen.
"Now!" Brenda screamed urgently.
Brad let out a yelp.
Brenda's body shook as her son came, squirting the powerful juices of his balls into her cunt. His fingers dug into her shivering ass when Brenda crushed her cunt down hard on his jizz-gushing cock. The rapid squirts seared the lining of her wet pussy. The wild, seizure-like spasms kept going through her pussy time and again. They had become unbearable to Brenda. She cried noisily and leaned her head weakly on her son's shoulder, her cunt so tight Brad's cock was in danger of being strangled.
After a long time, Brenda lifted her head. Her eyes were wet with tears, shining. She smiled with happiness at her son, his cock now soft inside her pussy.
"I don't believe it, darling," she whispered with tiredness. "I just don't believe it."
"Believe what, Mom?"
"The way I came, Brad." She sucked in air, her body shuddering, causing her tight, shapely tits to jiggle. "I came very hard. I've never come so hard in my life, baby, and it didn't seem to want to stop."
Brad giggled, cupping his mother's naked tits and playing with them.
Brenda wiggled her crotch, a girlish giggle coming from her.
"Want some more pussy?" she asked, half teasing. "I think I can find one more fuck between my legs if you're interested."
Brad grinned, delighted in his mother's walk, her words. But like her, he was tired, very tired. His cock was tingling and soft, soaking inside her wonderful wet cpit.
With a soft squeal, Brenda smashed her mouth to her son's, kissing him wetly. Then she slipped from his lap. His cock and balls were wet, with wetness surrounding the small tuft of wiry hair at the base. Sitting beneath the wheel, she slumped with her head on the backrest. The sun felt hot on her naked tits, and she glanced about the countryside. She pulled her blouse over her tits and gave her son a huge grin. Her skirt was tangled about her waist, her cunt still revealed.
Brad stared between his mother's thighs, his young eyes big and round, filled with awe.
Brenda slipped a hand to her cunt, caressing it gently, feeling slightly raw. "I bet you didn't know something like this could give you such a good feeling, did you, Brad?"
He shook his head. "It's better than my fist, Mom, that's for sure."
Carefully, Brenda peeled the lips of her pussy open. The pink cunt flesh sparkled as the sun burned onto it. Brad gazed raptly as his mother opened and closed her hairy cunt, her hips shivering.
"Mother's cunt can always make that cock feel better than your fist, honey," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "This wet pussy of mine is better for your cock than your fist, Brad. Jacking off can be an awful lot of fun, but so lonely."
"Yeah, I know," he agreed, placing a hand on her thigh and leaning over to gaze at her pussy as she opened and closed the cuntlips.
"It can be fun, though, if you have a girl with you, both of you doing it," she said softly. "It's fun to watch each other."
"I don't know if I could stand it, Mom," he grinned.
"I don't think I could, either," she agreed.
"I'd have to fuck you," Brad replied, catching the scent of his mother's thoroughly fucked cunt, and inhaling excitedly.
"I'd let you," she said, then she sat up straight. "Oh, look at the time. All this fucking has made me hungry, and it's past lunch time."
Brad started to pull his pants up, but Brenda placed her hand on his, then leaned down.
"Hey, Mom, what are you doing?" Brenda didn't answer. She pressed her lips to his wet cock, kissing it. The head of his prick assaulted her nostrils, the scent of their fucking lingering o". it. She couldn't resist, and darted the tip of her tongue out to lick at his prick. She swirled her tongue about, crossing the sensitive opening of his piss hole, then gave his sweet balls a flick of her tongue.
"There," she said, sitting up. "Now let's find lunch."