Chapter 5
"What are you doing here?" Phillip asked suspiciously when Monique pulled her car to a stop in front of him.
He was standing beneath a street light with a couple of his friends. From the look on Phillip's face, it was clear that he wasn't happy about the arrival of his mother.
"I've been looking for you," Monique answered quietly. Her feline eyes took in her son. Was she really going to fuck him? That question had taunted her since she began looking for Phillip after giving Adley a blow-job in the saloon.
Though there was definitely something in Monique that got excited with fucking while having an audience, getting it on with her own son while neighbor boys watched her wasn't exactly in her plans.
Monique cleared her throat, looking up at her son, and said, "I was wondering if there was some place where we might talk in private. I've got something to say to you."
Phillip put his hands on his hips, puffing his chest out a little. He was still extremely angry with his mother, and he kept a stance and expression that told her as much.
Looking down through the open car window at Monique, he thought for a moment that he saw a glimpse of her right tit. The rabbit fur coat she had on was open a little, and when she moved slightly, he caught a second glimpse of her creamy tit. Though he saw only the upper swell of his mother's tit-flesh, Phillip suspected she didn't have a blouse on beneath the coat.
Could that be true? wondered the teenager as his mother spoke to him.
Monique saw the direction of her son's gaze.
She shifted positions in the car, turning her body so that he could more easily look into her coat.
Since she was sitting, the coat was open at her thighs, nearly showing her legs all the way to her pussy. Monique moved her feet a little to draw Phillip's attention to them, and when she noticed his eyes widening, she realized she'd triggered the lust in his young soul.
"I'm very, very sorry for everything that has happened at home," Monique continued, her voice soft as silk. "I'm trying to apologize, Phillip. Can't you see that? I want to make your life . . . happy."
Monique felt the heat in her pussy. Her cunt-lips felt slippery with pussy-juice.
"Let me move out of the intersection," Monique said, putting the transmission in gear. What she really wanted to do was drive out from under the street light into a darker area.
Monique pulled the car next to the curb, parking behind another car. She got out as Phillip and three of his friends slowly walked toward her.
I'm going to fuck him, the mother thought as Phillip approached.
For the first time, Monique noticed how trim her son's hips were, and how manly the bulge in his jeans was. He was definitely blessed with a big cock, just like his father.
She leaned against the car door, crossing her ankles together, enjoying the appraising looks she received from Phillip and his friends. Though Phillip stood directly in front of her, his friends kept back about ten yards or so.
"Phillip, can't you see that I love you, and that I want you home with me?" Monique asked.
The words could be construed as simply maternal, but Monique made sure that there was a tinge of lust in her tone. Enough to tantalize the teenager's senses as he looked at her.
"Forget it," Phillip whispered venomously. "I'm never going home. There's too much shit going down at that place."
Monique merely smiled at Phillip and flicked open the buttons of her fur coat. It fell open a little, enough to show her small, triangular patch of cunt hair and the inner swells of her lusciously rounded, pink-nippled tits.
"I said things were going to get better," she purred. "I meant that, Phillip. And I also said that I was going to make you happy. I meant that, too."
One of Phillip's friends murmured, "Son of a bitch! Would you look at that body?"
Monique looked the boy straight in the eyes and said, "Yes, you can look at my body. I find it. . . exciting."
Continuing to lean back against her own car, Monique opened her coat, allowing it to hang down the sides of her body. She spread her feet a little to give her son a better view of her tight, juicy cunt. The lust that was singing in her veins was enough to make her shiver a little, even though Phillip wasn't touching her.
"Go ahead, Phillip," Monique purred, her soft brown eyes glowing with passion. "Make yourself happy. I won't stop you, you know."
Phillip couldn't believe what he was seeing. And the best part of it was that later, when he was bragging about fucking his own beautiful mother to his friends, he would have buddies who would back him up on the story. Nobody would be able to doubt that he had in truth fucked his own mother.
"Damn!" Phillip whistled, shaking his head in disbelief.
He couldn't believe how perfect his mother's body was. Her tits pushed out from her body firmly, riding high on her rib cage. Her areolas were perfectly round, and her nipples were hard, standing up, waiting for his mouth. He couldn't remember seeing a woman who turned him on quite so much.
"Go ahead, Phillip, tell me what you want." Monique slipped a hand down, almost touching her cuntlips. "Wouldn't you like to put your cock here?"
Phillip nodded his head and began opening his pants, struggling to get his bone-hard prick out. Though he hadn't touched his mother yet, the sight of her erotic body was enough to give him a rigid, steelish hard-on.
Monique looked at the three boys who were devouring her luscious body with their eyes. Once again, it surprised her to realize how fully developed her own exhibitionism was. She cursed herself silently for not realizing her own true nature before this evening.
Unsure of exactly what her son might want, Monique raised her arms, placing the flat of her palms against the hood of the car. She pushed her feet farther out in front of her, balancing on her open-toed, high-heeled shoes, leaning back so that Phillip would have easy access to her seething, juicy pussy.
"Shove your cock in me, darling," Monique purred sultrily, her heavy-lidded eyes open to just slits as she felt pussy-juice oozing to her cuntlips. "Fuck me however you like. I'll do whatever you want."
It was not a request that went unheeded by Phillip. His cock, all nine inches of it, throbbed in his crotch. He approached his mother slowly, his eyes glowing with lust. He reached between his legs and cupped his young, cum-producing balls.
"You're beautiful!" Phillip whispered, his voice sounding as though he was in a trance. "So very, very beautiful!"
Monique closed her eyes and put her head back until she felt the hood of the car. She made soft, moaning sounds in her throat, rocking slightly from side to side as she waited for the ecstasy of having her tight, pink cuntlips parted by her own son's huge prick.
Phillip held his balls in one hand, the base of bis cockshaft in the other. He moved forward enough so that his feet were between Monique's.
If she hadn't been leaning back against the car, his cockhead would have touched her smooth, flat stomach.
"I'm going to fuck you," the young boy whispered.
He couldn't remember how long he had wanted to say those very words. Looking at his mother's face, he sighed softly. It didn't matter to Phillip that he was standing in the street with his pants down to his knees and his prick jutting out where everyone could see it. The boy was horny beyond all measure.
Bending at the knees, Phillip got himself at the proper height and angle to fuck his cock into Monique's hot, slick, tight pussy. He touched his cockhead to her cuntlips and groaned, feeling the heat of her pussy seeping through his pricktip throughout his powerful, wiry body.
"Fuck me, Phillip," Monique purred.
She opened her eyes, keeping her face turned away from her son. There was no need for her to look at him. What was exciting to the blonde woman was seeing Phillip's three friends watching her.
The spongy, conical tip of her son's prick touched Monique's clit and she made a soft, tremulous moaning sound. The pressure against her cuntlips became greater, and Monique consciously relaxed her pussy, A moment later, her own son's cockhead was inside her pussy, and she could feel the heat and masculinity of him driving deeper into her sizzling, wet cunt.
"Awwwww!" Phillip groaned.
He pushed his prick into her cunt until the edge of his fist touched Monique's pussylips. Phillip removed his right hand from the shaft of his cock and leaned toward her, reaming out her cunt, driving his cockhead further into the hot, juicy channel of her pussy.
When the entire length of his cock was buried inside his mother's pussy, Phillip put his hands between their bodies, cupping both of her luscious tits. The hardness of her lust-distended nipples made him shiver; the heat of her cunt spread an all-consuming fire in his veins.
"Yesssss!" Monique purred, feeling her own son's prick vibrating deep inside her cunt.
She rolled her head on the hood of the car, groaning softly with pleasure. When Phillip pulled back withdrawing some of his cock from her cunt, then bore into her again heatedly, she was knocked back so that her ass struck hard against the car's door. Her fur coat cushioned the impact.
"Ohhhhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Phillip sighed, squeezing his mother's firm tits very hard as he pistoned his hips, sliding his cock in and out of the tight cuntlips that milked the shaft of his prick.
His balls swung heavily between his tensed, quivering thighs as he fucked Monique. Though Phillip was quite an experienced cocksman, he could tell that he wouldn't be able to fuck Monique for very long without cumming. She was just too beautiful for him to show that much style. And besides, since she was his mother, the whole ordeal of fucking her was made that much more erotic.
Phillip caught Monique's nipples between his first fingers and thumbs. He pinched her nipples savagely, watching her face twist into a mask of pain. He wanted to hurt her for treating his father so badly, but at the same time he wanted to please her with his cock. Fucking his big prick in and out of her seething, juicy pussy, Phillip did not know that he was accomplishing exactly that--pleasing Monique and hurting her simultaneously.
"Uh! Ohhhhh! Fuck me Phillip," Monique whispered, fighting against the pain of having her nipples brutally pinched and twisted while her hot, tight, massaging pussy was getting filled with her own son's hard-driving prick.
Monique had never known that taking a cock into her pussy could feel that good. She shivered with ecstasy, her head against the hood of the car as her son pistoned his hips slowly, driving the entire length of his prick into the hungry, tight recesses of her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she purred.
Phillip's pinching fingers continued to torture Monique's cherry nipples. But that was a small price to pay for the exquisite sensations she felt at having her cunt pummeled by her own son's prick while three of his friends watched from nearby. Monique opened her eyes briefly and saw the stars overhead. She wondered if someone was going to drive by while she was knocked against her car by her son's thrashing hips.
What would Adley think if I got arrested for fucking Phillip in public? thought Monique as she was bounced against her car by her son's skewering thrust of cockmeat into her pussy.
Phillip was groaning softly. He shoved all of his prick into Monique's pussy and leaned back, looking at her exquisite features. She really was a beautiful woman. He moaned softly as a shiver worked its way from his balls up his spine.
"Ohhhhh! Your cunt is so hot and tight!" Phillips whispered tenderly, cupping his mother's face in hsi hands.
He kissed her lips softly. It was the first time that they had kissed, even though he had been driving his bone-hard prick in and out of her cunt for several minutes.
"I love your cunt, Mother. You're going to make me cum."
Monique looked into her son's eyes, pleased with what she saw in them. Gone now was the burning rage, the futile anger that she'd seen earlier. Now, as his prick throbbed and pulsed hotly in the depths of her cunt, she saw nothing but lust and affection in his eyes.
"Fuck me slowly, darling," Monique whispered.
She kept her hands on the roof of the car, not wanting to position herself in a way that might hinder Phillip's movements.
"Drive your big cock into me, precious darling!"
Phillip put his hands on his mother's shoulders, sliding the shaft of his prick back and forth between her kneading, pink cuntlips. He stared at her rosy-nippled tits as they jiggled on her chest, swaying slightly as he knocked her against the car. The sight of her nipples was a powerfully sensual thing for the teenager, and he groaned softly, fighting to hold his cum back for as long as possible.
The ridge of Phillip's cockhead slipped out between Monique's cuntlips. She moaned her disapproval, feeling empty without his young, hard cock filling her cock-hungry pussy. Looking at him, Monique tried to speak. Though her lips moved, her throat was unable to formulate any words.
"Oh, no!" Monique whispered.
The force of her orgasm shocked Monique. She had gotten turned on by giving Adley a blow-job in the bar. The after-effect of that blow-job had been to keep her supremely horny. She never even felt the approach of her orgasm until suddenly, without an forewarning at all, she was shivering and shaking, fighting desperately to keep her knees straight and her legs from collapsing as hot waves of girl-cum trickled out of her overheated cunt.
"Cum, Mommy!" Phillip whispered, throwing his hips between her thighs, driving the fiery length of his prick into her erupting cunt.
Fully embedded in his own mother's pussy, Phillip could feel Monique's cunt muscles squeezing and flexing around his prick as her pussy-juice streamed out. He felt her girl-cum trickling over the hairy sac of his nuts. That added heat and moisture, combined with the effect her clenching cunt on his balls, was more than the horny young man with the nine-inch prick could take.
"Arrrrggghhhh!" Phillip groaned.
Monique was pounded hard against the door of the car when her son threw his powerful hips between her thighs, stabbing his steelish prick to the hilt in her hot, tight cunt. She gasped, her tits shaking on her chest, glad that her fur coat was cushioning her hipbones against the car.
When Monique felt her cunt getting flooded with her own son's pungent, slick eruptions of cum, she turned her head to look at the three boys watching her. The sight of them staring at her body, even though much of it was blocked from their view by Phillip's thrashing body, was electrifying Monique.
Feeling like an actress on a stage, she closed her eyes and came a second time, her cunt squeezing firmly around Phillip's ramrodding prick as thick, spewing jets of manly cum squirted deep inside her pussy.