Chapter 6
Brenda turned in the tub until she was on her hands and knees. Water sloshed over the rim and the floor was flooded by now.
She shook her rounded ass teasingly at her son, who was on his knees behind her. Brad gazed at the way his mother's cunt pooched from her thighs, almost like the woman's in the picture. He could see the way his mother's ass-cheeks parted in this position, the pucker of her crinkling asshole. He giggled, and poked her in the ass with his thumb.
"Owww, you fuck-face!" she squealed, laughing.
"Don't call me names, you fucking cock-sucker!" Brad giggled with naughty delight. "You're gonna get it now, Mom."
"Ohhh, what am I going to get?"
"This!" he yelled.
And he rammed his cock up her cunt swiftly.
"Ohhh, please!" Brenda gurgled, feeling the hard fuck-thrust go deep into her pussy, aU the way to the base of his cock. "Give that to me all you want, as deep as you want, as hard as you want!"
Brad grabbed his mother's hips, his fingers clutching at the flesh. He jerked her backwards, staring down at the way his cock disappeared into the wet heat of her cunt. He began to fuck his cock in and out with swift lunges, making his mother grunt from the force. His movements sent more water over the tub, but they didn't pay any attention to that.
"Hard!" Brenda screeched.
Brad grunted as he banged into his mother's cunt. His balls swung back and forth, his eyes glittering down with excitement, watching her asscheeks smack at his lower stomach. The tight hole of his mother's cunt drew on his cock, puU-ing at it. He moved a hand over her lower back,
then trailed a fingertip toward her asshole.
Brenda felt his finger, and she shivered as he fucked his cock back and forth, crushing the Ups of her greedy cunt, his balls beating upon her inflamed cUt. She had thought her cUt would be much too sensitive to touch after that powerful orgasm, but it felt good instead.
"Fuck me!" she waUed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ahhhh, baby, feed mother's cunt. Mother's cunt wants that hard cock! Mother's cunt needs that hard cock! Ram it to me . . . stab my hot fucking pussy! Rip my cunt open, baby! Rip my hot cunt apart with your sweet, hard cock!"
"Mom, you're so hot!" Brad grunted, fucking his cock franticaUy into her pussy, smacking against the uplifted cheeks of her ass wetly. "So fucking hot!"
"God, yes!"
"Hot and wet!"
"Oooo, baby, give it to me!"
Brenda strained her ass backward, trying to keep her head Ufted from the water. Her face was contorted with rapture. Each time her son fucked his cock into her cunt, she was jolted forward, her tits almost under the bath water. Brad seemed to be touching the sensitive crinkle of her asshole, but she couldn't be sure. There was so much deUcious sensation from her waist to her knees, she couldn't tell if he was touching her asshole or not. She made an attempt to grasp his swinging balls once, but found she couldn't balance on one arm.
"Your cunt is tight and hot, Mom!" Brad was grunting hotly. "Real tight and hot and wet!"
"Fuck mother's wet cunt!" she squealed, her cunt gripping her son's cock with fleshy tightness. "Fuck my hot, wet pussy!"
Brenda trembled, thrilled with his hard cock fucking into her heated cunt.
Brad grunted. "You're getting my prick, Mom! Your hot cunt is getting my fucking prick!"
"And my cunt loves it, you little shit!" "Fucking cock-sucking cunt piece of hot ass!"
"Ahhhh, yes, yes!"
"I'm gonna come!" Brad panted, his hips pounding spastically. "I'm about to come, Mom!"
"Up my cunt, Brad!"
"Yeah!" he cried out, running his cock deep, his body going stiff. Brenda felt her son's cock jerking, as if it were becoming twice its size, longer and thicker. His balls were smashed against her clit, and now she was sure he had a fingertip against her asshole. "Almost, Mom! Oooo, shit, piss, fuck . . . I'm gonna come!"
Brenda screamed as her orgasm scalded through her body. Her contracting cunt grasped her son's unyielding cock desperately, as if chewing on it. She screamed again as the orgasm intensified, her ass shaking almost out of control.
Brad began to jerk, his body shaking. He lifted his head toward the ceiling of the bathroom, and his cock began to hose down the overheated lining of her insatiable cunt. The splashing of his come juice seemed to enter her stomach, and Brenda thought for one insane moment she could taste his come juice in her throat. Brad came with force, and it felt to her as if his jism struck her cunt walls like a rubber hammer. Her cunt went very tight with the final convulsions of orgasm, and she strained her head up, a long, drawn-out groan bubbling from her throat.
Exhausted, she remained on her hands and knees, her chin on the rim of the bathtub, her naked body shivering. Behind her, Brad had settled into the tub, breathing with harsh sounds. With sleepy eyes, he stared at his mother's still-exposed ass. The hairy cuntlips pooched from between her thighs, the pink pussy flesh gleaming. The pucker of her asshole clenched and relaxed while Brenda whimpered softly, trying to calm herself down.
After a bit, she turned and leaned against the tub, her face glowing as she smiled at her son. "You have to be the best fuck in the country," she said in a soft voice. "Either that or your cock is the best I've ever had, in my cunt or mouth, darling."
"You just love me, Mom," he giggled.
"You're damn right, I love you," she said, raising upright and clutching him to her body, her tits smashing against his young, hairless chest. "And I'm going to love you again and again."
Brad squirmed in her hugging arms. "I hope that means I get fucked again and again," he said.
"And sucked?" she questioned, kissing the top of his head.
"Oh, yeah!"
She laughed, pushing him from her. "Look at the mess we made," she said, indicating the floor. "We'll never get it dry."
"Who the fuck cares?" Brad giggled.
"Right! Who the fuck cares!" she agreed with him. She soaped up a cloth, handing it to him. "Wash my back, will you?"
"I'll wash anything you ask, Mom," he said, taking the cloth as she turned in the tub.
She leaned forward, feeling very good as her son scrubbed at her smooth, unblemished back. They had been lucky with this big tub, she thought. Most motels had tiny tubs, or just a shower stall.
Brad was rinsing her back when she suddenly realized it was getting darker in the room. They had been in the tub much longer than she thought, and the sun was setting. The time had gone by so fast, somehow, and she felt a gnawing tremble in her stomach.
"You know it's time for dinner already, Brad?" she said, turning to wash him. "What would you like to eat tonight?"
"Steak.?" he asked.
"I should have known," Brenda laughed. "Don't you ever want to eat anything but steak?"
"Why? That's the best," he said.
"Red meat for a red-hot boy," she said softly, moving her hands under the water to his cock. Her eyes took on a shine when she found his cock hard. "You don't need anything to keep this up, that's for damned sure. I think your cock stays hard constantly, baby."
"Who's a boy?" he asked, slightly miffed.
"You are," she grinned at him, pumping his cock a few swift strokes. "Just because you have this hard cock and are getting fucked almost every half hour doesn't mean you're a man."
*Tm a bigger man than most boys," he said.
"Well, your cock is, I suppose." Brenda squeezed his prick. "It certainly appears to be a nice-size cock for a little punk like you."
"Punk? Punk?" Brad asked. "Mom, you never called me names like that before."
"You've never called me a cock-sucker before, either," she said, grinning lewdly at her son.
"But you are a cock-sucker, Mom."
"I suppose," she agreed. "Okay, I won't call you a punk again. Does that make you feel better, fuck-face?"
Brad giggled. "I guess I can't get out of that one. I did fuck you with my face, didn't I?"
"Beautifully, too," she replied. "Now, haul your little ass out of the tub. I'm hungry."
She finished bathing while Brad toweled himself, and her eyes gazed with affection on his naked, young ass when he left her. Her cunt seemed to keep tingling as if his cock were still inside. She smiled with satisfaction.
Drying herself, she walked nakedly back into the room and found her son dressed in jeans and
T-shirt, ready to go eat. She picked through her suitcase, holding up a pair of skimpy panties, wondering about putting them on. Brad watched her, shaking his head.
"Why wear panties, Mom?"
"You want people to see my naked ass?"
"Just as long as they don't touch it, I don't give a fuck who sees your naked ass," Brad said.
"Oh, a possessive male, are you?"
"No, not really," he said. "I just like to keep it for myself."
"Keep what?"
"Hot ass," Brad giggled. "I don't want anyone fucking what's mine."
Brenda recalled a silly little saying. "You don't want anyone to fuck your eating, or eat your fucking, huh?"
"Something like that," he grinned lewdly.
She wiggled her naked ass, dropping the panties. "Since I am your fucking, then I guess I don't have to wear panties, do I?"
She slipped into a wide-bodied skirt, then a short-sleeved blouse. Her nipples strained against the fabric, molded and outlined, but unseen through the pale-blue color. Her skirt was white, and when she moved, it swirled about her legs, bouncing and dancing below the cheeks of her ass. She brushed her hair, then applied a light coat of lipstick to her moist lips. Brad, watching, frowned.
"You don't like the way I look?" she asked.
"You might get lipstick on my cock," he said.
Brenda burst out laughing. "What makes you think I'll suck that cock at a restaurant, or anyplace else, but here in the room?"
"You did in the car," he reminded her.
"I did, didn't I?" She picked a tissue up and wiped the lipstick from her lips. "Just don't try and shove that cock in my cunt or mouth where someone might see us. I don't believe in putting on a show."
He pointed to the packet of pictures. "These people do."
"They're not me," she said, sliding her feet into high heels. "I like looking at pictures of men and women fucking, but that doesn't mean I'm going to pose for them."
She was ready, and they left the room, locking the door behind them. It was only a short walk to a nice restaurant, and they held hands, strolling slowly. Brenda felt as if she were on a date again, young and vibrant and excited. It had been a long time since she'd had that feeling.
Brad moved his arm about his mother's waist, their hips brushing. She didn't mind; it felt good. She hummed softly as they walked, and without realizing it, she had shoved his hand downward until his palm lay on her twisting ass. She was so happy she didn't care if anyone saw her son's hand on her shapely ass.
They came to the restaurant, and Brenda paused to check the headlines on the rack of newspapers. -
Brad shoved his thumb into the crack of her ass.
With a startled yelp, Brenda straightened upright, grabbing for her ass with both hands. "That's enough of that, fuck-face," she said, then she giggled and took bis hand.
They were escorted to a. small, round table in a dim corner. The only light was candles flickering jn ruby-colored vases, and subdued lighting from the ceiling.
As Brad had said, he ordered a huge steak.
They were quiet as they ate, with Brenda sipping coffee when she finished. Brad looked around the restaurant, delight on his young face.
"You know what I feel like, Mom?" he said, sliding his hand into her lap beneath the table. "I feel like we're dating."
She smiled, remembering the feeling she'd had on their way to the restaurant.
"We are, baby," she said, placing her hand on top of his and pressing his palm on her thigh. "You're my man and I'm your girl."
"I've never had a date before," Brad said. "I don't know what to do on a date."
"You have fun, that's what you do," she said, sliding his hand up her thigh until it was almost in her lap. She glanced around to make sure they were alone, then pressed his fingers against her cunt through her skirt.
"Do I get to kiss you good night?"
She opened her thighs a bit, shoving his fingers between them, bunching her skirt against her cunt. She pressed his finger against her clit, her eyes gleaming and sparkling in the light of the candle.
"Some girls don't kiss on the first date," she whispered.
"Some girls fuck on the first date," he said.
She murmured in a throaty voice, "Since you're such a cute boy, and I think I'm falling in love with you, I might just fuck on the first date."
"Let's go back to the room, Mom," he replied, his voice quavering.
Brenda slipped her hand to his lap, and felt his cock swelling along the leg of his jeans.
"I think we better. This thing feels so hard, it might go off."