First off I am adopted but it was from birth I grew up with my family..

A couple of years ago my dad hosted Christmas so all the aunts and uncles and cousins came down my youngest cousin is this tiny beautiful thing. Throughout the years we never really got along but as we got older we realized that were both kinda the black sheep of the family. So that night after we did family we decided to go for a cruise and smoke a joint, ended up picking up some party favors and went back to the house. As everyone went to bed her and I decided to watch a movie because neither of us were tired.. we were sitting there with a blanket over us I realize that she is playing with herself! 

I grabbed her thigh and slowly worked my way up my heart is beating out of my chest as we look at each other and start to make out.. I pull her panties to the side and start to play with her clit she's allready soaking wet just dripping all over my hand and her panties are soaked.. I take her over to the kitchen and bend her over the counter top and lick and suck on that amazing pussy...

I laid her down right there on the kitchen floor as her mom and brother slept downstairs and my dad and step mom slept upstairs. I put my hand over her mouth and slid my cock in.. you could tell it was so hard for her to keep quiet, biting my hand and sucking on my fingers just so she wouldn't be heard.. 

We fucked all over the kitchen, against the fridge, on the table, over the bar stools and every time we moved she would leave a little puddle she was soo soo wet.. this went on till about 4:30/5am and that's when I heard my dad starting to get up and start his day.. we tiptoe ran around and looked for our clothes and I sent her downstairs to go get in bed before we got caught tougher. I laid there on the couch heart thumping out of my chest as I hear him make his way downstairs and I fake sleep still rock hard.. 

I never got to cover her in my hot sticky load and still to this day I fantasize about that night... There was only one other night since then where we coulda done it agin but unfortunately it didn't, hopefully one day we will get to do it again

She's sent me a few pics over the years of your interested..

Going to my aunt and uncle’s house

I was smoking pot and driving around aimlessly after work on a Sunday when I found myself on my aunt and uncle’s street. My grandmother was staying with them in a cool situation where she could watch over things and live rent free and not be alone as she was getting a little frail. My aunt had MS and was now confined to bed and had lost some mental capacity so my grandmother could sit with her as well. My grandmother was so much fun that I kind of searched her out when I was high just to share a couple smokes with and have some laughs.

I approached the front door and I had to laugh at the somewhat strange architectural details that my over active uncle had recently added to the house. Even though he was a close minded Reaganite I had to give it to him, two, sometimes three jobs and still found time to tinker on both his house and his cars. I heard loud music from the door but still knocked just to be polite. With no answer I just walked around the side to my aunt’s room as there was a patio there with a sliding glass door. When I approached I could see that my grandmother was asleep next to my sleeping aunt. I just could not bring myself to rap on the door and scare the hell out of my grandmother. So I retraced my steps to the front door and tried the door, it was surprisingly open, I let myself in.

As I walked in the music I heard was now blasting from my younger cousin’s room. My cousins had always just existed out there, somewhere, I was not that close to either of them. The older of the two had just recently married a born again Christian whom I thought was a sociopath. The younger of the two sisters had just recently moved back from her aunt’s house because this school district was better and grandmother was now here to look after her. The last time I was here her sister had serenaded me with Neil Diamond from the same room that this monstrous sound emanated from. I was not that surprised as my grandmother had told me over the phone that this younger cousin was a wild one strutting about in barely nothings that were inappropriate for such a young girl.

Then it struck me this was My Band’s record that was blaring down the hall. I approached her door and knocked saying” hey it’s me, sorry but I just let myself in” and “what’s up Lynn?” There was a little noise and whispering before she turned down the music and opened the door. As I stepped in I was surprised to see she had a friend over, it seemed I had stepped into a make-up party. I was feeling pretty full of myself at this moment....I was pretty sure she did not realize I was in the band she was just listening to so loudly…we were a bit obscure with credits and the other singer worked at a popular record store and was the public face of the band. I knew she had never seen us play and I was sure I would have picked her friend out of the crowd if she had seen us. I said “hey I sing that song”

They were both skeptical, though my cousin had an inkling that I was in a band she did not realize that I was that guy that she had heard so much about. I had a reputation as a lady’s man some deserved some just gossip. I matured slowly in high school so these early twenties were the time to make up for lost time. After a bit of questioning and a singing demonstration they realized the truth …I was the nameless and as yet faceless object of their desires.

Sheila her friend was the first to realize that I was not fucking with them. She went from inquisitor to flirt in less than 50 seconds, it was great. I slowly sat down on the desk chair as the two of them aimlessly twirled around the room in that weird uncomfortable dance that people do. They were both so cute, Sheila had on an oversized t shirt that came to her mid thigh, and the thin material accentuated her breasts which did not appear to be restrained in any way. Lynn was wearing a wife beater style t shirt that readily showed her smallish breasts that were topped by large nipples that were beginning to be engorged by both the awkwardness and revelations of the past couple of minutes. Her butt was barely covered by satin panties that were not appropriate as my grandmother had earlier informed me. I was getting a little hard for sure, I was glad I was sitting down.

Lynn was the first to break the odd silence she asked if I had seen grandma or her mom yet, I told her they were both asleep she and Sheila cracked up wondering how they could sleep through their private rock show. I had to laugh as well. I then asked them what they had been up to and they told me they were just checking out some new make up that they had just bought. Coming closer to me Sheila asked me which lipstick I preferred she bent over so I could more readily see the difference between her soft pink upper lip and her more frosty pink lower lip. As she did so I was treated to a wonderful view down the oversized t shirt. I asked her to move in the light to better see the difference in her lipstick giving me a better view as one entire breast came into view with the most perfect areola; pinkish and puffy like it had further to grow. Her auburn hair was lit from behind and as she fluttered her eyelashes and sniffled her turned up nose I felt like I was in the company of an angel. I was trying to be cool and I stammered out something about the color not being as important as the taste…how punk huh?

She kissed me quickly and asked me to lick my lips. I liked the pale color more, it was less make up tasting....she smiled and said cool she thought it was less tacky too. My cousin was getting agitated by the attention I was giving Sheila so she declared herself hungry and walked out of her room to go to the kitchen. I hesitated but figured if grand ma did wake up it was better to be in the kitchen with my cousin than in her room with this hot little chick. I walked into my wacky uncle’s idea of a useable kitchen; all the food was organized into plastic bins stored above the counter too high for anyone but him. My cousin was standing on the counter trying to get the cereal bin down. As I approached my head was at the same level as her knees I gazed up at her tight satin panties covering her mound. It seemed as though she had pulled them up before climbing up, I suppose to close any butt gaps, the end result was even hotter as her labia was clearly outlined in the thin material. Another side effect of her garment adjustment was a splay of curly blond pubic hair which peaked out from either side between her legs. As I approached she stumbled back a bit from the weight of the bin. I moved forward quickly and without thinking raised my hand up to steady her, grabbing a handful of her lovely melon shaped buttocks my hand kind of slid under her panty as I steadied her. My cock was semi hard again.

She laughed and said it must be because “I just smoked some weed with Sheila before you got here… can you help me down?’ Sure I replied not sure how to hold this scantily clad cousin of mine to bring her down off the counter. I decided legs would be best so I picked her up and slid her down my chest to the floor. This would have been pretty innocent except she put her arms around my head as I did this and her mound was smashed into my face as she shifted her weight towards me then her pretty and taut belly then her erect nipples and finally her beautiful face and blonde hair that smelled of fresh apples. My cock was very hard and straining against my thin vintage khakis. She leaned into me and whispered ‘you are the rock star’

She turned away just as quickly and walked to the fridge to get some milk for her cereal. Sheila turned the corner and jumped up on the counter beside where I was standing. ’whatcha eating Lynn’
She asked absently even though it was pretty obvious. She then pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. I gazed down at her angelic face and realized that she was flashing me an unobstructed view of her transparent white panties barely covering her auburn pubic hair and perfect lips protruding between her thighs. She was looking at me intently to see where my gaze was falling I somehow looked her in the eye until she broke off our stare down to ask for a taste of Lynn’s cereal. She pulled her knees apart and gave me an even more expansive view, as I stared I could barely make out a slightly dark patch forming between her delineated lips. By now I was pressed against the counter to keep my prick from being the next topic of conversation. Lynn was now talking about a new ‘New Order’ album she had just bought and asked me if I had heard it yet. I hadn’t because I had not gotten used to the idea that Ian Curtis had died. She said I should just listen to it.

Off we went back to her bedroom; I followed so as to hide my willful penis. I fell into the desk chair again and brought one leg up to sort of even out the situation. Lynn put the album on and cranked the volume again. It was catchy and very danceable. Lynn then reached down to grab Sheila’s hand and pull her up to begin dancing. At first it was a normal new wave dance thing not that sexy except for their beautiful jiggling breasts moving to the beat. Then Sheila shimmied over to where I was sitting; at first she tugged on my arm to join them then giving up and just dancing with my arm. The first song ended and she wrapped my arm around herself and sat on my lap as if to rest between cuts. The second song started and I expected her to get up but instead she turned around and gave me the strangest and hottest look. She stood and walked over to my cousin and whispered something in her ear that made Lynn giggle and smile followed by an emphatic affirmative nod of her head.

Lynn then walked over towards me, she gently but firmly took my raised leg and pushed it down and put my hands to my side like a stripper preparing me for a lap dance. Flashdance aside where did my innocent little cousin come up with this special knowledge? I stopped wondering and just started enjoying the view as she backed off and turned around and began gyrating her hips to the techno beat. Side to side then back and forth I watched as her perfect little melon shape buttocks moved and shook. I looked over towards Sheila but she was busy with some scissors transforming her shapeless t shirt into a new wave micro mini skirt. First she cut a large v shape into the neck then skillfully removed the short sleeves shaping it more like a loose fitting wife beater then through a series of knots she tightened up the bottom half into a formfitting mini dress.

My cousin was now facing me and stepping closer as she did so she ran her fingers up her ribcage and lightly brushed her nipples which were erect and begging for attention. She leaned towards me and placed her hands on my thighs and swiftly brushed her breasts against my face. It was amazing the will power and restraint I was showing but she was my cousin and she was a little jail baitish. Next she lowered herself onto one of my thighs, facing me she looked directly in my eyes as she lightly pressed her barely covered sex back and forth across the length of my thigh. Her mini skirt completed Sheila now stood a few feet behind Lynn with a look of anticipation that was indescribable; her puffy nipples were pressed against the thin t shirt material pulled tight from her skillful knotting. She had also cut an egg shaped hole which showed off her tan tummy and her breasts were dangerously close to exposure from the work she had done cutting off the sleeves. Lynn got up and tagged Sheila to continue the performance. She was more than ready striding confidently towards me she first leaned over and gave me the obligatory face smush with her breasts then turned around and started shaking her ass as she pulled up her newly minted skirt to expose those cute translucent white panties that were just a puff between the tan lines from her bathing suit. The look was delicious.

She shook her ass to the beat swaying back and forth, I was hypnotized. Slowly she worked her way back closing the distance between us until her ass was inches from my knees. She then straddled my legs and smashed her ass into my stomach and slowly rode up to my lower chest. She was on her tiptoes and her face was on my knees her arms were stretched along my calves with her hands loosely holding my ankles to steady herself.

The view left me breathless. The small dark patch had grown, her panties now wet with desire, one of her breasts pressed against my upper thighs had come free from the loose t shirt I could feel her nipple on my knees. I was beginning to lose control. The music stopped. She slid down my chest and sat on my hard prick rather unceremoniously. Just like a stripper during break I half expected her to light a smoke. Were these girls teasing me or were they for real? My mind was reeling.

The next song was a ballad of sorts and the answers to my questions came in short order. She stood up and reached down taking me by the hand to the bed and sat me down on the edge for the next level of couch dance as now she had footing on both sides of me. First she knelt with her thighs on either side of me and gave me a longer and more meaningful face full of her breasts holding each erect and puffy nipple in turn next to my mouth though still restrained by the t shirt her breasts seemed to come alive with an independent mind. Her nipples kept getting harder with each passing second my hot breathe giving them just the sensory feed back that they craved. I was pretty much consumed by these developments until I felt hands moving up and down my thighs I looked around the side of Sheila to see my cousin kneeling down in front of me.

Sheila pushed me back and shifted herself up till she was sitting on my chest, a whole different view all new sensations. By now I was pretty sure it was game on I could feel my cousin sitting on my thigh pressing her heated and probably wet pussy in a slow grind her fingers were tracing the out line of my cock throbbing against my thin pants. Sheila’s pussy was encased in her wet gauzy panties which were drawn tighter still from sliding up my torso. So close to my face I could smell her desire and see the outline of her clitoris rising from her swollen and glistening lips. With my new take on things I began to use my hands to get acquainted with these now obviously seductive and nubile princesses. Any thoughts I had about this being an elaborate tease were erased when my cousin effortlessly unzipped my fly and freed the snake. My hands went straight for Sheila’s breasts freeing them easily through the newly created t shirt design scraping my fingers across her puffy nipples this brought out a moan of pleasure that I had been waiting for, my other hand searched for my cousin’s ass to push her pussy harder into my thigh her now soaked underwear wetting my khakis. I brought my hand down across Sheila’s abdomen until it rested at the ribbon that ran across the top of her panties she was now moving again pushing her way up until her dripping pussy was directly over my face. I noticed that whatever liquid desire that was not absorbed by her panties was beginning to run down her inner thigh with my tongue I licked this trickle just for a taste of what was to come. She moaned again and greedily pulled her panty to the side exposing her glistening auburn silky pubic hair and her engorged labia. My tongue immediately reached up to brush against her pussy lips. She trembled with excitement I flicked the tip of my tongue across her erect clitoris it was as if my tongue had become an electric prod each touch setting off wave after wave of new love juice and spasm. My cousin meanwhile had finished with her feathery strokes on my dick and was now licking my crown like an ice cream cone this was quite nice. I finally freed up my hand to begin slowly fingering Sheila’s tight and wet puddle of desire alternating gentle licks across her lips with teasing flicks on her clitoris. This began to take on a rhythm of its own she was panting and murmuring over head. Using my thumb on her clitoris I finally stopped the tease and pushed the button setting off a tremendous orgasm through her body. My cock was ready to explode but I really wanted to fuck these chicks now but my cousin was really going to town on an amazing blow job. Sometimes you can just tell the difference between a technically good blow job and a love blow job this was all love and lust greedy without needless speed absolutely perfect. I came. As I came back to my senses I could hear my grand mother shuffling down the hall toward Lynn’s room. Lynn bolted upright and quickly opened the window pulling in the screen in one deft motion. I climbed out thinking I was probably not the first to use this mode of exit. Bummer I did not get to talk to Grand ma but what the hell I can always come back.

COLLEGE BOY
Mom/son elit. Slow burn. Multiple parts.

"It seems like just yesterday I was dropping you off for your first day of school and tomorrow I'm sending you off to college!" Sarah shook her head as she looked her son up and down, tears brimming in her eyes. "Your dad would be so proud of you. You've grown into such a wonderful young man."

Andrew smiled at his mother and put his arm around her shoulders. "Aw c'mon, mom, don't cry!" He wiped a tear from her cheek with his free hand, then wrapped that arm around her too and held her in a strong hug, resting his chin on the top of her head as her arms slid round his waist. "We've got tonight together, right?" He felt her nod. "So, what shall we do?" She shrugged and squeezed him in a hug of thanks as he kissed the top of her head.

Sarah stepped back, her hands on her son's hips, tilting her face to look up at him. He's really shot up this year, she thought to herself, smiling at him. And gotten so handsome, too. She moved one hand up to cup his cheek. "My goodness, Andy. You are going to break some hearts at college for sure!" She brushed the remnants of tears from her face as she turned away and headed into the kitchen. "I say we order some take-out, get into our pyjamas, and get a movie playing, what do you think?" She looked over her shoulder at him as she opened the drawer with the take-out menus in.

He watched her walk away, trying to quell the thoughts of what he would really like to do tonight... it was probably a good idea he was going away to college, really. His libido had been in overdrive this summer and, whenever he'd had a chance at some alone time to deal with it, his thoughts had turned increasingly to his mother.

She was so beautiful to him, with her curly, auburn hair that spilled over her shoulders and rested on the shelf of her soft breasts. Sure, her figure was a little fuller these days, and she had a slight belly, but it gave her those gorgeous rounded hips that swayed when she walked (almost like she was trying to entice him on purpose) and a beautiful bum atop thick thighs. He had imagined parting those thighs many times this summer, aching to discover the forbidden pussy nestled between them. And now he'd made himself horny!

"Well?" His mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, her head tilted to one side, a menu in each hand, looking at him like she was expecting an answer.

"What? Sorry..." he mumbled, hoping his pants weren't showing any signs of what he'd been thinking about.

"Pizza or Chinese?" Sarah asked again. "You're gonna need to pay more attention when people talk to you, college boy!" She smiled.

"Uh... Pizza" he chose, and stepped forward hurriedly to try and pluck the menu from her hand.

She moved the menu behind her back and waggled the one for their local chinese place in front of his face "You sure? You know you love their dumplings..."

He smiled and reached behind his mom's back to try and grab the Pizza menu "I really fancy carbs and cheese, mom" he answered as she tried to evade him.

"But... think of the noodles.... and the pork belly!" She wriggled away as he made another grab for the Pizza menu. "And those lovely little spring rolls with the dipping sauce.. mmm!" She licked her lips and raised one eyebrow at him.

"You want Chinese, don't you, mom?" He laughed, advancing on her as she edged away until the backs of her legs hit the side of the sofa and she let out a surprised yelp as she tumbled back over the arm, collapsing into giggles as she lay on the cushions, looking up at him. "Naw, you win," she conceded from her prone position. He laughed too, and looked her over, unable to ignore the fact that in this position the tops of her breasts in her tight pink top were brushing up against her chin. She pulled a face at him and made as if to hand him the menu but whipped it away again before he could grab it. "On one condition. Help your mother up first, will you?" She asked.

He moved to the end of the sofa, standing between her legs, looking down at her and logging this particular view in his memory for a later date. She put the menus on the back of the couch and reached out to him, his strong hands taking hers and pulling her up so they were chest to chest, her face so close to his... he was so like his father. Her heart skipped a beat as he exhaled and she felt his breath against her skin.

"Thank you, sweetheart" she said, softly, her hands still wrapped in his, her chest fluttering. Oh yes, she would be very sad to wave him off tomorrow. He'd been the only man in her life for so long now, the focus of her love and affection, even if some of her thoughts had been less than motherly at times... but, she thought, it was only natural that occasionally her mind might wander into forbidden territory. She'd never tell a soul, of course, or do anything about it, but she'd definitely thought about his manhood more than she should. She'd washed his sheets and underwear, she was under no illusion that he was grown up now, and she often wondered what he thought about when he pleasured himself.

Many times she'd hoped (foolishy, she thought) that the images he looked at, or videos he watched, contained women that looked a bit like her, but now, with her mature body pressed against his young form, she wondered, briefly, if he might feel the same.

"Any time, mom" he replied, equally softly, incredibly aware of the fact that he had her pinned to the side of the couch. He didn't step back, but she didn't seem to want him to, anyway. She inhaled shakily and looked up at him, her large, dark eyes taking in his features.

"We should order..." she murmured, but made no move to extricate herself from his grasp, and her eyes darted to his mouth then back up to meet his gaze. She cleared her throat. "Do you know what you want?"

Andrew nodded slowly and relaxed his grip on his mother's hands, spell broken. He thought he'd sensed something, but... perhaps his teen imagination was running away with him. "Yeah," he took a half a step back, reluctant to break away, but she had been leaning against him and stumbled slightly as the support was removed. He tightened his hold on her hands again and laughed nervously. "You ok?"

"Yes. Yeah," she blushed and let out the breath she'd been holding. "I think I need a drink," she said quietly, squeezing his hands before releasing them and stepping sideways to go around him. Andy sighed quietly, looking down at his slightly bulging jeans, and shook his head.

Sarah walked to the kitchen, cursing herself internally for almost giving into temptation. She only needed to make it through tonight without making a spectacle of herself and then she'd be safe.

Andy grabbed the menus and followed his mom into the kitchen. He watched as she got a wine glass from the cupboard and when she bent to get a bottle of red from the rack under the counter he grabbed the bottle opener from the drawer.

"Want me to do that?" He asked, waving the corkscrew at her and crossing the distance between them in a couple of steps as she nodded her response.

"What will I do without you?" She mused, stroking his upper arm with her hand, feeling that little spark again.

"Well, let's see..." he began working the corkscrew into the bottle as he spoke to his mom. "You'll probably have to employ someone to open your wine bottles'" he teased, and Sarah nudged him playfully. "You'll have more space," he continued. "Less mess, spend way less on take out..." he finally pulled the cork out and his mom lifted her glass.

"But I'll miss you," Sarah said, looking lovingly at him and slipping her free hand around his waist. He filled her proffered glass then put the bottle on the counter as she leant her head against his chest.

"I'll miss you too, mom," he replied, his arm around her back, hand falling naturally to her hip. He squeezed gently, savouring the feel of her body against his, wishing he could just give in to his desires.

Sarah nodded quietly and took a mouthful of wine, then looked at the menus on the counter. "Ok." She snapped herself out of her thoughts and put her glass down beside the bottle. Looking at him she reached up to cup his face again. "We should order!" She rose up on tiptoe and went to place a kiss on Andy's cheek but he unexpectedly turned his face to hers and their lips met.

It was like an electric jolt for Sarah and her body began to respond in spite of her shame. She should have pulled back, she knew, but she lingered on the kiss, holding herself against her son, her nipples hardening, pussy moistening, until she felt his hand move to her face.

It snapped her out of it and she pulled back. Andy seemed innocently surprised, and she felt awful. "Shit," she muttered, snatching her hand back from his face and stepping away, feeling her cheeks and chest flush pink with embarassment. "Sorry..." She took another swig of wine and began to babble. "Pizza, right? What do we want?"

Andy was reeling... they just kissed..."Mom?"

She opened the menu. "Pepperoni? Hawaiian?"

"Mom..." Could she feel the same?

"One each? Or shall we go half and half?"

"Mom," Andy stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling a stirring in his pants again. Sarah inhaled as his hands moved down her arms to her elbows and he turned her around to face him. "Hey, look at me."

But Sarah couldn't meet her son's eyes, she pressed her lips together and clenched her fists. "Mom, please."

"I'm sorry, Andy, I shouldn't have-"

"Mom!" He raised his voice over hers and gripped her arms again, a little harder this time. She looked up at him, suprised at his tone. "You have no idea, do you?" He smiled slightly and shook his head a little bashfully, stroking the skin on her upper arms with his thumbs.

Sarah dropped her gaze again but unclenched her fists when she noticed the gentle bulge in the front of her son's pants. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising, trembling as her pulse quickened. Andy bent to press his forehead on his mother's. She could feel the heat from his body so close to hers, knew she wouldn't be able to resist if he insisted.

"Andy...." she tilted her face up to protest but he found her mouth with his. They kissed again, deeper this time. His hands moved up to her neck and face as hers found his hips and she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants. Sarah parted her lips slightly, accepting her son's tongue, sucking gently on it, kissing him like a grown up. He groaned as his cock stirred and he moved his hands to her waist, breaking the kiss as he lifted her up to sit her on the counter.

Andy took a step back and smiled at his mother. She was flustered, her chest and neck were pinker than her top, her nipples making firm peaks in the cotton. Her hands were gripping the edge of the counter as she looked him over, feeling like a teenager herself.

Andy kept eye contact with her as he unbuttoned his shirt, his mind racing. Was it really happening? He saw her take the hem of her own shirt in her hands, watched her lift it up off over her head, revealing her lacy bra, and told himself it was. Finally!

He opened his shirt and put his hands on her knees, pushing them apart as he stepped beween her legs and stole another kiss. She slipped his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, freeing them, and dropped it on the kitchen floor behind him.

He unclasped her bra and exposed her amazing tits, cupping one in each hand, his thumbs teasing her firm nipples now, tender with arousal. "Oh jesus," she murmured, her lips brushing his, and gave in to her feelings completely. She wrapped her legs and arms around her son and felt his hard erection pressing between her legs. Sarah rocked her hips on the edge of the counter as she made out with her son, grinding against him, wanting to take him inside her.

Andy moaned again and reached behind him to unwrap his mom's legs from around his waist. He took a step back and began fumbling with his pants, looking between his mom's loving face and her perfect chest. Sarah could hardly believe her fantasy was coming true, but she figured he was leaving in the morning, so she might as well lean into it and give him a reason to come home and visit!

"Want mommy to help, sweetie?" She asked, smiling, and watched him nod, wordlessly. She slipped off the counter and placed her hand on his chest, dragging it down his body as she dropped gently to her knees in front of him. She deftly unfastened his pants and worked them and his boxers down off his hips, looking up at him again as his hard cock sprang free and stood to attention for her.

Andrew held his breath as he felt his mom's hands slide down his legs, his eyes meeting hers. She pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles, then rose up on her knees so her bare breasts pressed against his thighs and balls. His cock twitched against her chest, making her ache to feel it inside her.

Sarah wrapped her hand around the base of her son's cock and held it firmly as she kissed the tip, her tongue slipping out to flick over the swollen head before taking it into her mouth. Andrew nearly collapsed. One hand reached out for the counter, the other rested on her head, his breath catching as he swore.

"Andy!" Sarah looked up at her son. "Language...." she grinned playfully and took him back into her mouth as he rolled his eyes and let out a breathy laugh that turned into another moan.

"Oh my god, mom..." it was so much more intense than he'd imagined. The feeling of her hands on his body, her mouth taking him in... he briefly wondered if her pussy would exceed expectations too and almost came right then!

But Sarah was experienced, she took her son's youthful cock deep into her mouth and let her chin against his balls. He was so hard! She could feel him throbbing against her tongue and it made her even wetter. She pulled back and concentrated on his helmet, swirling her tongue around it and using her lips to rub up and down over the ridge where it met his shaft which she continued to stroke with her right hand. Her left cupped his balls and gently fondled them.

"Mom... mom, no..." Sarah heard the hitch in his breathing, felt the nervous grip of his hand in her hair, and knew her son was going to cum for her.

"It's ok, sweetie," she whispered, still stroking his beautiful cock, kissing the tip and opening her mouth to lay his swollen head on her tongue.

"But..." Andy wanted to tell her he wanted more, that he needed to taste her too, to feel her pussy lips part for his cock and coat it with her juices, but he made the mistake of looking down at her beautiful face, her mouth open and ready for his cum, and suddenly he couldn't speak, or even think properly.

The orgasm was sudden and strong, he groaned as jet after jet of thick white semen shot from his cock tip and coated his mom's face and tongue. He shuddered as she kept stroking him, her mouth closing around his helmet again, gently sucking to be sure of getting every last drop of her son's seed, her expression one of pure happiness.

When she was done Sarah licked her lips and sat back on her heels, looking up at her son. She felt a little bashful all of a sudden, and held her hands out for him to help her up.

Andy took his mom's hands and pulled her up and into a strong embrace, kissing her salty lips with such passion that she relaxed again immediately and melted into his arms.

*****

Let me know if you want to see what Sarah and her son get up to next.

The other day when I got home from the chicken plant there was another car in the yard so I shut the door on my car real easy and opened the door of my trailer real easy and I heard somethin so I tiptoed real easy to the bedroom and when I opened the door my wife was givin it her cousin Agnes with one of them dilders I didn't never know my wife to be one of them lesbins much less a cousin kissin lesbin I just turned around and went and got back in the Ford Tempo and I went to my mommas house and I ain't been back and I ain't goin back.