Chapter 4
The small cafe was empty.
The little old lady who prepared the hamburgers and French-fries had gone off into the back, banging pans around out of sight.
They sat in a corner at a small table, munching their food. Bfenda's knees rubbed against Brad's. They sipped at icy soft drinks, washing the surprisingly delicious hamburgers down.
Brad finished his lunch, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. He leaned back and finished off his soft drink. One of his knees slipped between hers, and Brenda squeezed it between her thighs. Glancing toward the rear of the small cafe, she slipped her foot out of a sandal, then worked it between her son's legs. His eyes turned bright when he felt his mother's bare foot sliding towardhds crotch. He slumped a bit more, grinning at her.
Brenda rubbed at his crotch with her toes, feeling his balls and cock through his jeans. She rubbed with her sole, feeling his prick starting to harden. She giggled softly, pressuring her foot at his cock and balls. Brad shoved a hand down under the table and caught her ankle, lifting her foot to his crotch.
"Mmmmm, I feel something there," she whispered, darting another glance at the back of the cafe. "I wonder what it could be?"
"Keep rubbing and pushing, Mom," he grinned. "You'll find out soon enough."
"You wouldn't come, would you?"
"Keep it up and you'll see."
Brenda rubbed her foot up and down, feeling his cock starting to harden against the bottom of her foot.
"Want to come this way?" she asked, her voice low and whispery.
"Here?" Brad asked, looking about quickly.
"Right here, Mom?"
She pulled her foot away. "No, I'd rather you came someplace else."
Brad leaned forward. "Where? In your cunt?"
Brenda stuck her tongue out at her son, but her eyes were twinkling with a hot desire. She stood and walked to the cash register, tapping the tiny bell for the old woman to collect her money.
They left the cafe and went out into the heat of the early afternoon. While her son climbed into the car, Brenda opened the trunk and then her suitcase. She pulled the small packet of pictures out, locked things up again, and climbed beneath the wheel. She handed her son the packet.
"The pictures," she said. "Some of them, anyway."
She saw her son's young face start to glow as he pulled the dozen or so prints from the packet. They were not contact prints, but larger. They were in full color, with every detail showing clearly.
"You can look at all that naked cunt while I drive," she said, pulling onto the highway.
"You forgot to pull your skirt up, Mom," Brad said.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd notice me with those pictures now," she teased, pulling her skirt up, lifting her ass and bouncing it around her waist. The sun glinted on the thick curls of her cunt.
Brad flipped through the pictures quickly, then went back and studied each one longer. Brenda glanced at him, watching his reaction, pleased with the excitement on his face. He was looking at one with a woman on her hands and knees, with a man kneeling behind her, his cock halfway inside her pooching cunt. Both the man and woman were grinning lewdly.
"I wanna fuck you like that, Mom," Brad said.
"I'm willing," she replied.
"This way, too."
She glanced over. It was a woman and man standing, with the man holding one of the woman's legs high. The man, too, was standing, with his cock up the woman's cunt.
"That could be difficult," she said, "but we'll try it."
Then he looked for a long time at another picture.
The woman was on her back, one leg high in the air, the other bent and tossed wide. A man had his tongue licking at the woman's clit. Brad stared and stared at it, and Brenda waited breathless.
"You don't think the woman is pissing, do you, Mom?"
"No, honey," she replied. "He's licking her cunt. She isn't taking a piss."
A shiver seemed to go through her son, and Brenda wondered if that picture disgusted him. She didn't want her son to be disgusted, but to be so excited he would want to do everything to her the pictures showed.
Then he was quiet.
Brenda saw the picture he was staring at.
It was of a woman sitting on her heels, with a man standing in front of her. The woman had half the man's hard cock in her mouth, her face turned toward the camera, eyes twinkling. The woman was quite pretty, with a lovely pair of pointed tits. She was cupping one tit in a hand, her other hand holding the man's hairy balls.
"You like that one, huh?" she asked.
"You did that to me, Mom," he said.
"No, that was just a kiss, baby," she replied. "And a quick kiss at that."
Brad placed the pictures back into the packet and shoved them onto the dashboard. He turned toward his mother, leaning against his door and dragging one knee into the seat. He looked at her long thighs, the way the sun glinted on the thick curls of her cunt. He opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Brenda turned and watched him move his fist up and down his prick. His cock was hard now, very hard. His piss hole was wet with seeping juices, and she felt her cunt twitch.
"Are you a cock-sucker, Mom?" Brad asked, as if bashful suddenly.
"Why would you ask me that, baby?"
"Are you?" Brad insisted, pulling upward on his cock, the cockhead bulging very smoothly, his piss hole opening wide. "Have you sucked Dad's cock, or any cock? Are you a cock-sucker, Mom?"
"Why do you want to know?" she asked, licking her. lips, feeling her mouth turn watery, her throat making a soft gulping sound. "Would it matter to you if I was ... if I wasn't a cock-sucker?"
Brad opened his belt and shoved his pants down to his knees. Brenda felt her hands trembling on the wheel. She turned and looked at her son, seeing his cock and balls fully exposed. She had been fucking that cock all morning long, and yet she wasn't satisfied. She could see his cock, and her cunt would start to burn with need. And it was burning again right now.
"I can't drive if you're going to sit there with your cock and balls hanging out," she said in a husky voice. "I can't drive and look at them at the same time."
"Who told you to drive, Mom?" he asked, grinning as he curled his fingers about his balls, squeezing them.
"We have to get home, don't we?"
"Who the fuck cares?" he giggled.
"Right! Who the fuck cares?" Brenda let the car drift once again to the shoulder of the highway.
Turning the engine off, she set the brake. She sat and watched her son play with his cock and balls. She drew a foot onto the seat, leaning against her door. She parted her legs beneath the steering wheel and began to rub at her cunt, agitating her swelling clit. Sliding one hand behind her thigh, she poked a finger into her cunt, making soft sounds of pleasure, her eyes blazing at his cock and balls. Brad pumped slowly on his prick with one fist, watching what his mother was doing with her fingers.
"See what I mean about jacking off with a girl, baby?" Brenda whispered, fucking a finger in and out of her cunt, her other hand rubbing and swirling about her distended clit. "It's a lot more fun to jack off when you have a girl doing it with you, isn't it?"
"I'm not gonna jack off, Mom," he said.
"What do you call that, then?"
"I'm waiting to see if you're a cock-sucker."
"Ooooo, how you talk to your mother!" Brenda gasped as a thrill shot through her flesh. "You shouldn't talk to me that way, you know."
"Who the fuck cares?"
Brenda stared hotly at her son's cock, her eyes slightly unfocused with growing passion. She licked her lips, swallowing noisily as the head of his cock swelled when he squeezed his prick, his piss hole opening wetly.
"Answer my question, Brad," she said.
"What question?"
"Would you care if I was a cock-sucker?"
Brad nodded his head. "Yes, I'd care," he replied.
Brenda felt a sinking sensation in her chest. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. She was disappointed, because the urge to take her son's cock into her mouth and suck it was very, very strong.
"I'd care because you haven't sucked my cock, Mom," he said, grinning widely. "If you're a cock-sucker, why haven't you sucked my cock, Mom?"
Relief flooded Brenda. "You worried me," she said. "I thought you didn't want that."
Brad lifted his hips as best he could in the tight confines of the front seat. His cock lifted high, his fingers tight at the base to make his prick strain up in enticing hardness.
"Are you offering that thing to me?" she asked, her voice hoarse, eyes shining.
"I wanna feel you suck my cock, Mom."
"Baby," Brenda whispered, taking her finger out of her cunt and leaning forward."I thought you'd never ask me."
She drew her knees onto the seat, arching her ass upward, leaning over her son's crotch. She swallowed a few times, gazing in hunger at the strong prick and hairless balls. She felt anticipation swelling inside her slender body, her cunt juicy.
"Suck it, Mom!" Brad groaned, lifting his hips as high as he could.
The head of his cock poked Brenda's chin, leaving a burning wet spot there. She slipped her hands along his thighs, underneath his body. She closed her fingers into the small tightness of his ass, clutching the ass cheeks. She whimpered softly, sliding her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, feeling the heat of it burn at her mouth. She used the tip of her tongue to taste his prick, all the way to the base. With a throaty squeal, she kissed his hairless balls and darted her tongue against them, lapping wetly. She lifted her son's balls on her tongue, swirling them against her lips. She closed her eyes and felt the erotic heat of his cock and balls move about her face. With the flat surface of her wet tongue, Brenda licked up the cockshaft again, to the cockhead. She swirled her tongue about his fucker, tasting the delicious smoothness of it. With another soft cry of delight, she licked at his piss hole, tasting the seeping liquids with joy.
"Ohhhh, wow, Mom!" Brad grunted, watching her tongue twist about the head of his cock. "That feels good! Almost as good as your cunt!" .
"Mmmmmm, I know it does, honey," she purred, looking up at him. "But wait until you feel it in my mouth. You'll love that."
"Put it in your mouth, Mom!" Brad gasped. "Put my cock in your mouth!"
"Ooooo, I will!" she gurgled. "I'll put it in my mouth and suck it and suck it! Baby! Brad ... I want to suck your cock so much!"
Brenda felt the sun burning on her uplifted ass. She drew her skirt over it, to her waist. Brad gazed past his mother's head, seeing the rounded, creamy asscheeks swaying almost at the level of his car window.
Brenda made a soft sob, and pulled the head of her son's cock between her lips. She held the swollen cockhead there for a while, savoring the taste of his prick, her tongue working about his piss hole. She moaned deep in her throat, and sank her mouth downward. She went to the base of his prick, her lips tight. The head of her son's cock brushed the back of her throat, and she almost came then and there.
Brad made choking sounds, twisting his hips as he stared with big, awed eyes down at his mother. The wet heat of her mouth caused his cock to throb. He watched her lips writhe on the base, felt her tongue pressing his cock to the roof of her mouth.
"Oh, Mom!" he gurgled. "Your mouth is so hot and wet! It's different than your cunt, though."
Brenda's eyes flashed into his eyes, and she sucked on his cock, her lips as tight as she could make them, her tongue pressing it to the roof of her mouth. She sucked from his cock, making a wet sound. She nuzzled the hardness against her cheek.
"Different than my cunt," she whispered. "But you love my mouth, don't you? You like feeling me suck on your cock, don't you, Brad?"
He nodded his head, unable to speak because of his excitement.
"You just relax," she said, licking at his prick. "Relax and I'll suck your cock so good, you'll want more and more of it."
"But you might make me come, Mom!"
"Brad, baby ... I wouldn't suck a cock if I didn't want it to come," she said.
She closed her mouth about his cock again, and bounced her face up and down. She kept her eyes on his face, watching his expression as she sucked with a greedy hunger. She pushed her lips to the base, then moved up and held the swollen cockhead between them, her tongue licking. Brad groaned and twisted beneath her face, feeling as if his mother were trying to suck his balls up through his prick. His asshole puckered with the exquisite sensations she made with her lips and tongue on his cock.
"Mmmmm," Brenda sobbed hungrily, twisting her head as she sucked up and down his cock, in a screwing motion. "Mmmmmm!"
"Oh, Mom! You're gonna pull my cock off!" he gasped in ecstasy. "It feels like your gonna suck my cock down your throat! Golly, this sure is different than fucking you!"
Brenda's glittering eyes flashed her agreement to him. She sucked strongly, gliding her wet lips up and down his throbbing cock with obvious relish, her tongue swirling in a constant motion. The heat of her son's cock between her lips was delicious, thrilling her as much as it had when he first fucked it into her cunt. The taste and feel of a hard cock in her mouth usually excited her, created a wonderful feeling in her cunt. But the feel and taste of her son's cock was better than any other she had sucked.
Feeling his cock jerking in her mouth, his balls so hot at her chin, Brenda dug her hands into the cheeks of his ass, her fingers in the asscrack. She lifted him up, ramming her face down. She stuffed her mouth with his hard cock and began to suck in a frenzy, her naked ass swaying near the window of the car. Her cunt was throbbing, and she felt the hot pussy juices running along her inner thighs. She wanted to grab her cunt and violate it with her fingers brutally, but her son's cock was throbbing powerfully, telling her he was about to come. She clutched his ass and devoured his cock with a greed unlike any she had exhibited before while sucking on a cock. She wanted to pull her son's cock down her throat, feel it become a part of her.
"Mom!" Brad wailed, squirming his hips frantically. He was clinging the car seat with desperation. "You're gonna make me come, | Mom! I can't stop it! I'm about to come and
I don't wanna stop it!"
Brenda sucked hungrily, waiting and wanting the thick gush of her son's creamy come juice boiling into her mouth, down her throat. She made wet sounds now as she pumped her mouth up and down, fucking his cock in a way she never could with her cunt.
Brad shoved a hand beneath his mother's chin, clutching his swollen balls. He pressed his balls against her chin as they boiled with the almost painful need to empty. He shot his hips | upward, as if trying to ram his cock down her throat.
"I'm gonna come, Mom!" he yelled excitedly. "I'm gonna come, and I'm gonna come now!"
Brenda felt his cock jerk, and then she sobbed is a hot squirt of come juice splashed at the back of her throat. The burning sweetness of his jism sent her mind spinning with erotic rapture. She gulped the come juice down, and felt another gush spray across her tongue. She almost came is she tasted the creamy juices of his young balls spurting into her mouth. She ran her lips up and down as her son came, her throat working. Her eyes were closed now in rapture, and her fingers dug into his tightening asscheeks.
She drained her son's balls, sucking every ounce of come juice out of them. She came in mild contractions, her orgasms sweet and delicious. She clung to his cock, her tongue swirling about the piss hole to make sure she had all the jims her son could give.
Then she lifted her face and looked into his blissful eyes.
"I'd say you love blow-jobs, baby," she said in a low voice.
"Gosh, Mom," he gasped. "I didn't know getting sucked off could feel like that! I bet I came an awful lot."
"You did," Brenda replied, licking her lips. "You almost choked me-it was that much."
She sat up, running her fingers across her slightly bruised lips, she had sucked her son's| cock a bit too violently, she thought. Her lips did feel slightly bruised, but they tingled sweetly, and the taste of his come juice lingering in herj mouth was delicious.