Chapter 8
"How much farther, Mom?" Brad asked while they had breakfast.
"About four hours," she said.
It was almost noon, and they had not checked out of the motel yet. Check-out time was at two, so they had plenty of time. The bags were already packed and waiting to be loaded into the car. They had bathed, ready to go after eating.
"Are you anxious to get home?" she asked.
He nodded. "I'm tired of riding."
"I thought you were enjoying the trip," she said, finishing her coffee.
He grinned at her. "It's the best trip I've ever had," he said. "But I'm kinda anxious to be home so you can walk around naked for me."
"What makes you think I'd do something like that?" she teased. "What kind of a girl do you think I am, anyway? Walk around naked for a boy, indeed!"
"You will," he said confidently.
She paid the check and they walked back to the room.
"Mom, you're the best girl a guy ever had," Brad said as they entered the room.
"That's because I fuck, I guess," she giggled. "Any girl that fucks is the best girl a guy can have."
Brenda sat beside her son, taking him into her arms and caressing him. Brad shoved his hand under his mother's summer sweater, cupping a naked tit. Then he closed his lips over her sweatered nipple.
Brenda pulled her sweater up to let his mouth suck at her nipple. "I want a good thing for myself. I don't want to share your beautiful cock with anyone."
Brad sucked his mother's tits, sliding his lips from one nipple to the other, taking turns. Brenda breathed deeply, enjoying the wet heat of his mouth on her tits. She ran her hand down his stomach and found his cock swelling inside his jeans. She fumbled with his fly, then pulled his cock out. She pumped his prick as he sucked her tits, shivering with pleasure when he shoved a hand up under her dress, along her smooth thighs. She opened her knees for him, and gave a little gasp of pleasure when he rubbed his fingers up and down the hairy lips of her bare cunt. Brad fucked a finger into his mother's cunt, bringing another gasp of delight from her. She squeezed his cock hard, making the cockhead bulge up in smoothness. Kissing his forehead, she scooted her ass to the edge of the bed and opened her legs wide for him. Brad sucked hard on her tit, fucking his middle linger in and out of her cunt, stabbing deeply, the heel of his hand smashing her clit.
"It seems we never get tired," she panted. "My cunt is always wet and hot for you, baby. And, my God . . . your cock stays so fucking hard all the fucking time! I've never known a cock to stay hard constantly the way yours does." Brad pulled his finger from his mother's cunt, sliding it lower. She gasped when he pressed it between the cheeks of her ass, probing her tight asshole. He pressed, and Brenda's breath caught in her throat.
"You want to stick your finger in my ass?" she groaned.
Brad, his mouth filled with firm tit, nodded his head and wiggled his fingertip against his mother's asshole.
Brenda was about to fall from the edge of the bed, but she spread her legs as wide as she could, balanced precariously.
"Doit!" she hissed.
Brad pressed, and his finger fucked into her asshole.
"Oh, my God!" Brenda cried softly. "Shove it deep, honey!"
His finger fucked all the way into her asshole. Brenda made a sobbing sound and closed her asshole very tightly about his finger. "Now, shove another finger up my cunt!"
Brad pressed a finger into her cunt. He lifted from her tit, leaning over and looking down. Brenda leaned back on her arms, arching her ass up.
"Finger-fuck me!" she hissed. Brad pumped his fingers back and forth, fucking one into her cunt and another into her asshole. Brenda cried out with ecstasy, thrilled to feel fingers in the cunt and ass at the same time.
"Ohhh, it's . . . God, I'm coming so soon!" Her cunt closed about his finger with contractions, her asshole squeezing the other finger. Her hips jerked as she gave a low, husky shriek of ecstasy.
"God, baby!" she gasped when the orgasm passed. "I didn't know it could feel this good!"
Brad pulled his fingers from her asshole and cunt, his cock throbbing upright in hardness.
"Mom, would you lick my ass?" he asked.
She laughed, a lewd sound. "Do you have to ask?"
"I don't know if you'd do it," he said, sounding anxious.
"Take those fucking pants off!" she groaned.
Brenda lay back on the bed, stretching luxuriously as she watched her son peel his clothing off. Removing his pants, he stood in his T-shirt, his cock straining outward in hardness. Scissoring her long legs, she flashed her hairy cunt to her son, amused to see his cock lurch while he stood gazing with hot eyes at her pussy. Deliberately, feeling intensely lewd, Brenda arched her hips up, legs wide, and twisted them in an obscene gesture, her eyes glowing with heat, her hands caressing her tits. The movements were all the more exciting because she was still dressed, summer sweater pushed up beneath her chin, tits showing, her skirt hiked around her waist.
"What was it you wanted me to do, Brad?" she asked in a very thick voice. "Lick my ass," he replied, his own voice low. "I wouldn't do that for just anyone," Brenda said, teasing her son by running her tongue across her lips and letting him watch her cunt throb. "But for you, anything."
Brad climbed onto the bed with his mother, his cock swinging around beautifully, with Brenda's eyes fixed upon it. He stood on his knees, as if not knowing what to do. "Turn around," she whispered. Brad turned, and his mother gazed at the lean cheeks of his ass. The deep cleft excited her. Since his knees were parted slightly, she saw his precious balls dangling between his legs. Sliding a hand between his thighs from behind, she caressed his balls for a moment, then moved her hand farther and gripped his hard cock. She pumped his prick from behind, lifting her head and pressing her hot, wet lips upon the cheek of her son's ass. Brad gasped when he felt the contact, his small young body shaking.
With a moan, Brenda scraped her tongue from one asscheek to the other, then along the back of his thigh. She drew her tongue up the crack of his ass, from his balls to the base of his spine, her fist jerking on his cock all the time. Brad's body kept shaking. He was arching his ass backwards soon, wiggling it. Brenda giggled at his eagerness, her tongue swirling until his naked ass glistened wetly. The smooth heat of her son's ass on her lips and tongue thrilled her, her cunt pulsing and dripping.
Clinging to his cock, her arm shoved into his thighs from behind, she ran her other hand to her cunt and wantonly finger-fucked herself, knowing her son was watching. She probed the tip of her tongue into the crack of his ass, barely touching the crinkle of his asshole. Brad groaned and arched his ass back into his mother's face. Brenda made a soft whimper and swirled the tip of her tongue about his asshole, tasting the heat, the exciting tightness. She detected the puckering movements of her son's asshole against her tongue, and when Brad shoved his ass back farther, she pushed her face into it. The inner cheeks of his ass were hot on her face, and her lips touched his asshole.
Brenda kissed his asshole wildly when her son used his hands to pull his asscheeks wide open for her. Brad was almost sitting on his mother's face, his fingers stretching the cheeks of his ass wide open. Brenda had total access to his asshole, and she closed her lips hotly against it. She sucked powerfully, fluttering the tip of her tongue about his asshole. His cock throbbed with greater power in her fist, and she jacked her son's prick with a tight fist, making moans of perverse delight into his ass. She stabbed her cunt with her finger in a brutal way, slamming her crotch up and down. She rubbed harshly at her swollen clit, creating a strange sort of pleasure-pain there. Thrusting her tongue out and making it as stiff as she could, she began poking it against her son's asshole like a cock, a cock trying to fuck him in the ass. Brad gasped and shoved his ass back and forth, staring down at his mother's jerking fist on his cock, feeling the wet heat of her tongue against his asshole.
"Oooohhhh, Mom, Mom!" he groaned. "That's good, Mom!"
"Mmmm, baby," she hissed into his ass.
"Lick my asshole, Mom! Ahhhh, lick my asshole . . . jack my cock! Gosh, this makes me so fucking hard, Mom! I like being licked in my ass!"
Brenda pulled her drenched finger out of her cunt and began to maneuver her son's body, drawing him back to her face. Brad squatted sideways, his ass in her face. But that wasn't what Brenda wanted. She pulled at his leg, moving her son until he sat on her face, facing her feet. She pushed her mouth into his ass again, lips sucking as her tongue twisted. She felt his balls on her chin, felt the writhing hardness of them. She gripped her son's hips and pulled his ass tightly into her face. "Ohhh, Mom!" Brad grunted. Brenda plunged her tongue hard, and tongue-fucked her son in the asshole with it. And then she began to fuck him swiftly, her tongue fucking in and out of the squeezing assring. Brad yelped and wiggled, grinding his ass into her face, his cock dripping with juices that smeared her neck. She spread her legs very wide, and lifted her cunt, sliding a hand up her son's back, then pushing him forward. Brad knew what to do. He leaned over, ramming his face into his mother's juicy, boiling cunt, sucking and licking frantically. Brenda ran her tongue deep into her son's asshole, sobbing softly as she felt him sucking on her swollen clit, his fingers clinging to her asscheeks. Brad fucked his tongue into his mother's cunt wetly, and moved a finger to her asshole. Brenda squealed into her son's ass, her hips jerking when her son rubbed the pucker of her asshole and fucked her cunt with his tongue. A soft cry of pleasure came from her when Brad pressed his finger up her ass, and began to fuck it in and out, his tongue doing the same thing to her excited cunt.
They moaned and whimpered with ecstasy, making wet sounds as they sucked and licked. The heat of her son's asscheeks burned at her face, his asshole gripping tightly on her plunging tongue. Brenda wiggled her hips into her son's face, trying to pump and grind and swirl her crotch, but Brad clung to her ass much too tightly, his finger fucking in and out of her burning asshole, preventing her from moving much.
She gasped into her son's ass when her cunt contracted with orgasm. Her asshole seemed to squeeze so tightly at his finger, he had trouble fucking it in and out. Her cunt gripped his tongue with rippling waves of wet heat as she came, her clit throbbing against his bottom lip. Brad, knowing his mother was coming, sucked and licked at her juicy cunt in a frenzy, finally fucking his finger in and out of her asshole once again. The double action at her cunt and asshole seemed to increase the force of Brenda's orgasms, dragging them out and then causing even harder, more ecstatic, convulsions.
Brenda wrapped her arms about her son's hips, hugging him tightly and pulling his ass hard into her face, her mouth covering his asshole. She sucked as hard as she could, insanely wondering if she could make her son fart, or . . . crazily, shit just a little.
The thought came to her unbidden, and it startled her. She didn't really want her son to shit into her mouth, no way! It was only a thought, but it shocked her. She knew her son wouldn't shit in her mouth, though. For one thing, it would embarrass him terribly, and for another, he liked her tongue up his asshole far too much to jeopardize having her do it again. She could feel his asshole expand when she drove her tongue inward, and then it seemed to close and grip as she pulled out. It reminded her, somewhat, of the way her cunt worked on his cock when he fucked her.
Brad was working on his mother's cunt furiously, his tongue fucking into the steamy depths, then swirling up to lick the fleshy, hairy cuntlips while he sucked on her distended clit. All the time he kept fucking his finger in and out of her fiery asshole. Brenda was going out of her mind with the rapture her son produced in her cunt and asshole, with the taste and feel of his asshole in her mouth, his balls writhing on her chin. She couldn't feel his hard cock, but she felt the juices dripping from it on her neck.
She was sobbing into her son's ass, the spasms of her cunt very strong. The orgasms seemed to burn and explode and ripple through her body with a wildness that was unbearable, yet she wanted more and more and more. She strained her wet, hairy crotch hard into his face, her tongue plunging up her son's searing asshole with a frenzy of erotic ecstasy.
She felt her orgasms slow down, starting to fade away, leaving behind a very pleasant glow. Brad was not sucking her cunt as hungrily, nor was he fucking her asshole with his finger as vigorously. She knew the reason; he was starting to get close to coming, and the sensations prevented him from doing much of anything except to twist into her mouth and gasp hotly.
She shoved at his ass. "Get your ass out of my face!"
Brad lifted, swinging his knee over his mother's head, looking down at her, his face showing the swiftly approaching urge to come. His cock swelled out, the cockhead looking enormous and ready to burst. His piss hole was very large, and he was dripping so much it reminded Brenda of how he had pissed beside the road only yesterday.
"I wanna come, Mom!" he cried desperately.
"I gotta come!', "I know," she said. "And you will! Ohhh, baby, you'll come; I promise."
She climbed from the bed, and with her son moaning with desperation, positioned him with his knees on the edge of the mattress, feet hanging over. She pushed him forward until he rested his shoulders and head on the bed, his beautiful young ass lifted high in the air. She parted his knees so she could see his loaded balls and jerking cock. Dropping to her knees on the floor, Brenda began to swirl her tongue into his asshole again, feverishly twisting his balls with one hand, the other gripping his cock and jacking him off swiftly.
"Ohhh, Mom!" Brad yelped. "My ass is on fire! Lick my ass, Mom! Suck my asshole . . . pull my balls . . . jack my cock!"
Brenda understood the aggravation of her son. She had felt, many times, the desperate need to come. She plunged her tongue up his asshole, fucking him swiftly, tugging at his hairless balls, twisting them. All the time she kept jacking on his swollen cock with her tight fist. Her palm was wet and slippery with the seeping cock juices.
"I'm gonna come!" Brad shouted. "Mom, you're gonna make me come!"
She felt his cock throb in her fist, his asshole gripping in waves of squeezing heat. She rammed her tongue as far up his asshole as she could, her lips smashed around the assring. Brad thrust his ass back into his mother's face.
"I'm gonna come!" he shouted again.
A loud grunt followed his words, and come juice jetted from the piss hole of his cock-flying along the cover of the bed. Brenda whimpered into her son's asshole, feeling it contract about her buried tongue. She pumped wildly on his jizz-gushing cock, pulling at his balls, smashing them on her chin. She jerked her fist in short, wild strokes, making her son come with force, the creamy jism spurting and spurting.
Brad grunted time and again, the sound tight in his throat.
Brenda clung to his cock, pumping her fist back and forth, making sure he was completely finished. She held her tongue as far up his hot asshole as she could, and when the squeezing action ended, she pulled her tongue free, dipped her head, and licked at his empty balls. When Brad started to fall forward, she pushed at his hips and he sprawled onto his side. With a squeal of delight, Brenda flicked her tongue across his piss hole, tasting the sweetness of his come juice. She pulled her son's cock into her mouth and sucked it gently, making sure there was not another drop of come juice there.
The juice of her son's balls sparkled on the bed, and she gave a low cry, then began licking the cock cream off the bedspread. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with the rapture she felt. Her tongue swirled through the creamy wetness until there was not a single drop of jism left.
Brad giggled.
"You like it, Mom?"
"I love it!" she moaned, going to his cock again, taking it into her mouth. Even soft, she loved the feel and taste of her son's cock in her mouth. She pulled it deeply, her lips pressed into the small tuft of wiry hair, her tongue laving his prick lovingly.
Lifting from him, she playfully slapped his hip.
"You get to load the car," she said.
"I shoulda known," Brad protested, pulling his jeans on. "Give you a little cock, and I turn into the slave."
"Little cock?" Brenda laughed. "It's notso little, and I intend to get a great deal more of it, any way I can."