“AAAAWWWH!” Elena didn’t care if every other guest on the whole floor could hear her abandoned shrieks of joy. All that mattered was the exquisite torture of the huge black cock driving into her ass from above, stretching her to her limit.
She knelt in the middle of the big round spa tub in her hotel suite, soapy water splashing up over her thighs and belly and tits and sloshing onto the floor as she twisted and bucked like a lioness in heat. A giant Curaçaoan whose name she’d already forgotten crouched above her, feet planted on either side of her hips, bracing his hands on the marble lip of the tub, relentlessly drilling down into her pink asshole. His full, dangling balls slapped wetly against her asscheeks with every lusty downward stroke, her well-lubricated sphincter making a loud sucking noise every time he pulled back out.
“You’re fucking killing me!” she grunted through gritted teeth, nearly out of breath from the effort of holding herself up against his anal onslaught. Still she pushed up hard to meet his savage thrusts, desperate to impale herself more fully on his plundering shaft.
“Bullshit. Don’t listen to her,” Justin chuckled, flashing the stranger a high sign.
Elena’s son sat on the marble rim of the tub in front of her, his hard cock rearing up between his widespread legs. His cock was mere inches from her face, the slit still dripping cum and spit from having unloaded in his mother’s mouth just minutes before. “You just keep reaming her out the way you’re doing. If you pull out, you’re likely to hear language from that sexy mouth that’ll make all her cussing now sound like a nun’s prayers.”
Elena had paged Justin back to the hotel just after she’d had to send Alex on his way back to his mother. Fortunately, when she called Justin had just picked up Jakim, or Johann, or whatever the giant’s name was. She often sent her son on such missions when they traveled. Determined to live life to the fullest, she made sure to sample all the local delicacies in a new city. Fine wines. Exotic foods. Strange cock.
Justin knew his mother’s sexual tastes better than any other man alive, and he never failed her. Having agreed to work young Alex into a horny frenzy and then turn him over to his mother for the rest of the day, Elena had anticipated a need for the relief of even more constant fucking than Justin could provide. And so, off Justin went to scour the brickyards and bars and shipyards of Willemstad.
This particular stud, whose name happened to be Jaheem, was at least six-foot-eight and had the rough physique of a bull, with massive muscles and a barrel body built by a life of constant manual labor. Jaheem had been hanging with a crowd down at the harbor, waiting for work unloading a tanker, when Justin discovered him and described an alternative means of earning a few hundred guilders today, Jaheem had laughed out loud and squeezed into the back of Justin’s cab with a cursory wave to his mystified friends.
Jaheem was having the greatest afternoon of his life. He felt some dismay, knowing that when he bragged to his pub mates later of banging the beauteous Elena Kuchen they would not believe him. But, pleasuring himself in the cock-choking, buttery furnace of her anal fuck-shute, he decided that reputation was not so always so important a thing after all.
Not when he could watch Elena’s slender shoulders and back flex and shiver and feel her inner muscles rippling to draw more jism from his balls.
Justin wound a soaking handful of his mother’s flame-red hair around his fingers and pulled her face toward his cock. He nodded a signal to Jaheem, having quickly established a code with the stevedore.
Jaheem reared back, pulling his cock completely out of Elena’s ass, breaking their seal with an audible pop.
Justin yanked Elena’s head backward, tipping her face up to his prick. The tip of her nose touched his seeping cock-slit.
Jaheem shoved his hips forward, plunging all the way back into the depths of Elena’s ass.
“OHMMMYG-GOD–” Her exclamation of pleasure was cut short by her son’s cock-head slipping in between her lush lips, plugging her mouth with hot hard flesh again. Justin rocked his hips slowly, sinking his prick down her throat an inch at a time.
“There you go, Mother,” Justin soothed. “The way you like it, yah? Cocks in two holes at once. Do you think that maybe later our new friend Alex will join us, to make it three?”
Elena’s entire body jerked like a fish hooked on a line as a sudden orgasm tore through her. Grateful tears rolled down her cheeks.
Having achieved a lifestyle in which she could demand whatever she wished from most anyone she chose, Elena had discovered that being dominated triggered her sexuality like nothing else on Earth. Being pushed to her physical limit thrilled her. Her son understood that.
Justin’s public posture of spoiled resentment and contempt for his mother was exactly that–a pose, designed to deflect attention from their constant companionship and from his dedication to fulfilling her every whim. Like most men in her orbit, Justin worshipped Elena.
He always had, as any good son would have in his place.
His mother had sealed his lifelong devotion years ago, by throwing a lavish eighteenth birthday party for him. Staged at a very private retreat in Cyprus, the gala had been a full-blown orgy. The exclusive guest list consisted of a dozen of Elena’s closest girlfriends, well-known actresses and cover models, and a hand-picked dozen of her favorite, most reliable studs.
That list included Justin’s father, the footballer. Elena had never married him, and their time together as a celebrity couple had been brief, but throughout the years they had remained the most intimate of friends.
That evening, at a torch-lit celebration in the hotel’s main garden, amid the cheers and applause of the assembled friends and luminaries, Elena had mounted Justin and taken his cherry. By that time everyone had been naked and fucking for hours, but the spectacle of one of the world’s most beautiful women riding her own son’s remarkable cock, the very mirror of his famous father’s, had spurred them on to fresh heights of fuck-lust.
That night, Justin fucked two Oscar-winning actresses and a big-titted Dame of the British Empire who was old enough to be his grandmother but still stunning in pearls and heels and nothing else. And then there had been assorted runway models and a “teen queen” with a hit series on a family-friendly network who was actually twenty and, in addition to her cute bangs and pig-tails, sported a collection of enough nipple, clit, and labia piercings to set off every metal detector in an international airport.
As dawn broke, Justin and his father finally double-penetrated his wildly howling, climaxing mother. It was a dream come true for Elena. For Justin, it was a way of thanking her for being the world’s best mother, as well as the beginning of what became a family bonding tradition that continued to this day whenever the three of them got together, anywhere in the world.
“Awwwmmmmph,” Elena moaned around Justin’s cock, coming again and again as he and Jaheem thrust in and out of her slick mouth and asshole in an alternating rhythm.
Jaheem, a man of few words, announced at length, “I have to cum again.”
“Let ‘er blow, man. I’m about there myself.”
Jaheem unloaded, shooting bolt after bolt of steaming cum into Elena’s spasming gut. Her orgasm exploded. She clamped her lips tight around the base of Justin’s prick, contracting her throat muscles around his shaft to push him over the edge.
Justin came with a roar. Elena’s cries of ecstasy were muffled by his plunging prick. She could only gurgle around the hot, flowing semen that he pumped and poured into her belly.
“Good whore,” Jaheem muttered, jerking his prick out of her puckered pink asshole. Still erupting, he aimed his final bursts of cum at her back, splattering creamy wads of it into the tangled wet mass of her hair and all the way down to her ass crack.
Elena managed a sort of smile around her son’s mouth-stretching fuck-meat as her climax subsided.
“Let’s get her cleaned up, and take her to bed,” Justin told Jaheem.
After lifting Elena to her feet in the calf-deep water; Justin turned on the rainshower and they all lathered up. She took hold of both men’s cocks, jacking them off. Even as she fondled and admired the equipment between these two bull studs, Elena’s imagination wandered back to Alex Jordan and his remarkable physical endowment. Was his mother even now taking that Goliath of a cock in her pussy or mouth or asshole?
Kristen had promised that, after their first mother-son fuck, she’d share Alex as they’d shared Justin between them. Elena would hold her to that. She meant to be riding Alex’s prick before the day was done.
Justin pressed up against his mother’s back, reaching around to cup her big tits, tugging and twisting her nipples. She turned her head and leaned back against his shoulder, offering her mouth for a long, soulful kiss. Justin saw her eyes widen as Jaheem inserted first one, then several fingers into her pussy and slid them back and forth. Three of the Curaçaoan’s fingers together were probably bigger around than most cocks she’d had in her. The way she humped and ground her lush asscheeks against Justin’s prick, he could tell how much she loved it.
“The way you got her going,” he told Jaheem, “she just may jerk me off with her butt.”
“As if there’s still a part of me I haven’t used to make you cum,” Elena sighed. “If that’s what you want. But I’d rather have your cock in my pussy now.”
They toweled off. Jaheem hoisted Elena over his shoulder and carried her out to the bedroom, tossing her onto the center of the mattress as if she weighed nothing. She looked up at her partners with eyes of pale fire set in the burnished bronze face of an ancient, eternal goddess of sex, showing her perfect white teeth in a feral smile.
Rolling onto her back, she spread her long legs in a wide”V.” Toes pointed at the ceiling, she displayed her pink, scrubbed pussy in invitation.
“Mother wants,” Elena growled at her son.
Justin lunged onto the bed between her thighs, lining himself up as perfectly as an Olympic diver. In one smooth motion, his cock was inside his mother’s cunt to the root.
“Fuck me!” Elena screamed. “Oh God, I’m so hot, I can’t…Oh no, I don’t…I’m cumming again! I’m cumming I’m cumming cumming cumming Aawwhh!”
“Too loud,” Jaheem knelt on the bed next to Elena’s head. His huge hand covered her whole scalp as he turned her face toward his crotch.
With a lewd twinkle in her eye, Elena opened her lips and suctioned the helmet of the Curaçaoan’s cock into her mouth. His prick swelled up even larger as she darted her tongue around the flaring ridge. Pre-cum leaked into her throat.
There were times when Elena wondered how long her life of indulgence could go on this way.
Some called wealth such as she’d accumulated “obscene.” That amused her. What would the judgmental ones think if they really knew her? She liked to think of herself as a practitioner of sexual democracy, fucking family and strangers alike, judging men not by their race or wealth or background but on their merits as studs. She didn’t mind a day laborer calling her a whore or a slut because she didn’t fear the truth. Her sexual appetites and prowess were badges of honor.
But she feared the future. Today the media called her “ageless,” but that was of course not so. She’d sworn to herself never to go under the knife and become a parody of herself. Today, a stranger would gratefully fuck her out of sheer lust and treat her financial remuneration as a mere bonus. The day would come when getting cock would be only about her wealth.
Except for her son. Behind the pose of a sullen young man using his mother’s millions and her cunt to gratify himself was a devotion the world could not see. The worship in his eyes as he slammed his cock into her was for her alone.
She would always have Justin.
Justin braced himself on his elbows, taking turns sucking on each of his mother’s tits while he thrust in and out of her welcoming pussy. Jaheem stroked in and out of her sucking mouth. On every repetition he pulled out until only the tip of his prick rested between her lips, letting her lap up his pre-cum before rocking his hips forward until his tightly curled pubic hair tickled her nose. She cupped his ball sack in her hands, rolling his goose egg-sized balls between her fingers.
After fucking Elena this way for a long while, the men changed places. Justin sat leaning back against the padded leather headboard with his knees spread. His mother knelt before him, her head bobbing frantically up and down, throating him to the balls. Jaheem pounded into her from behind, reaching around to squeeze her tremendous breasts. Pinching her pale, stiff nipples between his thick, calloused fingers, he pulled and stretched them out so far that she was afraid the elastic little buds might never snap back into shape.
Mother, son, and hired stud fucked through the day and into early evening, with Justin and Jaheem switching off on Elena’s holes many times. Being manhandled and made to serve as a hot, writhing plaything and vessel for the men’s cocks thrilled her to the core. She lost count of her orgasms early in the game.
“You’re one of the best we’ve found,” Justin told Jaheem. “Even the real young guys have trouble keeping up with Mom’s appetite for spunk.”
Jaheem grinned. He looked at the hotel phone on the bedside table. “Maybe we keep going? I call some friends.”
“Mother?”
Elena’s only answer was the twinkle in her eyes and her hungry smile.
####Kristen went crazy as her son’s cock kept spewing cum inside her. His ball load seemed endless, and in her fevered imagination she saw him going on and on until her pussy overflowed and the bed flooded and she drowned in jizz. A good death, she thought, and her lurid fantasies set off another climax deep in her belly.
And still, Alex kept fucking her. Elena had been right. Alex was a god–a creature of sexual legend, with the body of a handsome young man and the monstrous, forever-hard cock of a satyr.
And he belonged to Kristen. His mother.
At last, with a final long spurt of semen up her hot hole, he pulled his cock free and collapsed next to her. He was exhausted.
For the moment.
Kristen kissed her son passionately and snuggled up under one of his powerful arms, crushing her big soft tits against his side. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied his softening cock. Still huge even when limp, the long tube was soaking wet, glistening with the mixture of his jism and her cunt cream. She trailed her fingers up his inner thigh, running them over his balls to collect a wad of the pearly white stuff, then brought them to her mouth and licked them clean.
When Alex saw this, his cock jumped and started to harden again. Kristen propped herself on her elbows and watched in disbelief as the big beefy column twitched and rose until it stood proudly up between his legs.
“Incredible,” she breathed, reaching out to touch the velvety smooth skin of the flaring crown. “Do you always get hard again so fast?”
Alex shrugged and smiled at his astonished mother. “It takes longer after the second time. After three or four orgasms I usually need a rest.”
“Three or four…” Kristen’s heart skipped a beat. The heat of renewed sexual excitement suffused her cunt and belly and tits. She couldn’t believe her good luck, to have such a virile and potent son all to herself. There was no one here to interfere, no stick-in-the-mud, neglectful husband to stop her from indulging her lust for their own flesh and blood.
She closed her hand around Alex’s rigid shaft, lightly jerking him off while absently playing with her stiff clit. “You are the best son a mother could want. And we can do whatever you like,” she promised. “I’ll never say ‘No.’ ”
Alex rolled onto his side and pulled his mother down to face him. He cupped one of her voluptuous breasts in one hand and lowered his mouth to it.
“I’ve gotta suck on these big beauties. I’ve waited too long.”
“Oh! What an evil-minded young man I’ve raised. You take after me.” She shuddered as Alex pressed his open mouth to her left nipple and drew it into his mouth. It was like there was an inner cord running through her from her tits straight to her pussy. The harder Alex sucked her soft, yielding tit-flesh into his mouth, the more twinges of arousal shot through her empty cunt. When he gently bit down on her big erect nipples, her pussy flooded with fresh cream.
“Mmm…that feels so good. You know more about this than you let on, don’t you?”
“I hardly know anything,” Alex sighed. “I’ve been with a lot of chicks, but it never goes anywhere after foreplay.”
“Eating pussy the way you do is not foreplay,” Kristen said firmly. ” It’s a different way of fucking, and almost as lovely as a big cock up my cunt. Almost. Damn, how can all those smart young women at your school be that dumb? They’re missing the main event.” She sat up again, studying her son’s face. So manly, yet so eager and, yes, naïve. She wanted to give him every kind of sexual thrill that she, herself, had come to relish.
Her breasts were drenched with saliva, so ardent was her son’s sucking, and that gave her an idea. Leaning forward, she drooled into her cleavage, using her hands to smear more slippery spit over the round, heavy curves of her tits. She pulled two pillows up behind her head and lay back on them in a half-sitting position.
“You ever fuck a girl’s boobs?” she cooed. Alex sat bolt upright next to her, shaking his head.
“Well, I love giving titty-rides. I’m kind of well-built for it, don’t you think?” She arched her shoulders slightly against the pillows. Her wet, slick tits thrust up toward his face. “Come on, Baby. Climb aboard.”
She didn’t have to repeat the offer. Getting his dick between his mom’s tits had long been one of Alex’s go-to fantasies, as he’d flipped through page after catalog page of Kristen posing provocatively in corset tops and push-up bras and overstretched sports bras. He straddled her ribcage on his knees, settling his weight on his haunches and balancing carefully to avoid crushing her. His cock was hard as iron again, arching up over her chest with his glans bobbing an inch or so from her chin.
“What a beauty,” she murmured, craning her graceful neck forward so that she could kiss his flaring cock helmet. Pre-cum seeped from the slit; she sucked it between her lips as if through a straw. “You taste wonderful.”
Cupping a tit in each delicate hand, Kristen lifted and pressed them together around her son’s prick. The warm, pliant globes combined with the valley of her cleavage to form yet another fuck-channel for his use. He rocked back and forth, pulling his throbbing cock back until only the head was lodged between her breasts before driving forward until his balls bumped against the succulent hot orbs. With each forward stroke, the tip of his glans nudged her pointed chin.
Kristen loved getting her tits fucked every bit as much as she claimed, nearly as much as Alex loved fucking them. Learning in middle age that every part of her body was an instrument of sexual pleasure had been a revelation. She looked forward to seeing her son’s reaction the first time she’d stroke him to an explosive ejaculation using her feet and toes.
She grabbed her son’s butt cheeks and pulled him forward, holding him in place with his cock-head poking out between her tits right in front of her face. She flicked her tongue out to tease the ultra-sensitive spot on the underside of his prick, just behind the head, and was rewarded by a shot of pre-cum spurting onto her tongue.
Kristen licked her lips. She wanted more.
She swallowed her son’s cock-head, lashing his coronal ridge with her tongue. “Feed me,” she mumbled. “Feed Mommy cum.”
“Hell, yeah!” Alex jammed his prick forward, jerking his hips in short, quick jabs. At the same time, he reached back behind himself, his fingers intuitively finding his mother’s clit at the apex of her dripping pussy. She humped her crotch against his hand, climaxing just as the first rope of his jism jetted down her throat. She slurped and swallowed greedily, bucking her hips around his invading fingers as he worked three of them in and out of her fuck-slot.
Alex pumped his mother’s mouth so wildly that his cock popped out and he shot a long strand of hot cum across her face. “Yesssssss! ” Kristen hissed, “Paint my face! Shoot that ball juice all over me!” Alex dutifully did as his mother bade him, getting to his knees and taking his long cock in both hands, jerking himself off, hosing her with blast after blast of thick white jism from her silky golden hair right down to her pussy. The warm, pungent stuff pooled in her cleavage and navel and streamed down her tits and sides onto the bed sheets.
Finally he’d drained his balls, the last few ribbons of spunk falling on her belly and thighs.
“Thank you, Baby,” Kristen said in a throaty purr. Her son watched her scoop up wads of his cum from her breasts and bring them to her mouth, smacking her lips as she sucked semen from her fingers. “Wanna help Mommy clean up?”
Alex joined in collecting the white goo, fingers lingering on each secret, moist curve of his mother’s perfect body as he wiped up his cum and fed it to her. “I don’t fucking believe this.”
“Believe what? That your old worn-out mother still likes sex?”
“Stop that. You’re not old, and you know you’re the sexiest woman alive.”
“Over-forty division? Elena might resent that.”
“I said to stop it. You know what I mean. I can’t believe that you’re doing this with me, or that you would ever even think of us doing it. I never had any idea that you were so…so wild,” Alex confessed.
“Well, I wasn’t always. I didn’t used to be.” She looked down at the bedsheets and, incredibly, a shadow of her old, demure shyness returned. “Elena changed me.”
“Elena? I guess I should have known. She’s pretty, uh, wild herself. Isn’t she?”
“You have no idea.”
“You might be surprised at what I know.”
Kristen laughed out loud. He’d find out the truth about that soon enough.
“It was the first time I assisted Mitch on an assignment with Elena. I helped out with wardrobe, and I guess I was a little nervous. Working with someone so famous, you know. But when Elena was changing between sets and I-I saw her naked, suddenly I wasn’t just starstruck. I was horny as hell and shocked at myself for it.
“Elena could tell. She has an instinct about anything to do with sex, and she’s used to being looked at all the time. And right there in the changing room, without hesitating, she stripped off her dressing gown, and strutted over and kissed me. I creamed my panties.”
“I didn’t even know you liked chicks.”
“Neither did I. Elena did. That instinct. We went for drinks after the shoot, and she took me back to the swankest hotel suite I’d ever set foot in. In three minutes I was flat on my back on the living room carpet, completely naked except for my wedding ring. Elena’s face was between my legs, her lips around my clit and two fingers playing a tune on my G-spot.
“‘You are so beautiful and yet you do not know it,’ she told me. ‘You were made to be adored, and you deserve a life of pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Always be fucking, my darling. I will teach you.’
“I’ll never forget that. I thought it was just hot talk, another way to get me off. But right away, she started to show me how. I mean, I was head-over-heels, not even thinking about home or your father, or…or…”
“That’s okay, Mom,” Alex reassured her. “I can sure understand you reacting that way to someone as hot as Elena. And to be honest, Dad never seems to care very much what either of us do these days.”
“Your father is a good provider,” Kristen said firmly. “He’s never been deliberately cruel that I remember. But he lost interest in me years ago. Sexually, I mean.”
“I can’t believe that,” Alex said. “You’re irresistible. I should know.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, Baby. But relationships are complicated sometimes. Marriages change. And partners age in different ways. At first, I thought that was all it was. But when I found out that your dad had some side action going on–”
“Dad?”
“Yes, your stodgy old father is a very busy man after all, between female interns at the office and Internet ‘dating.'”
“Are you-are you sure?”
Kristen nodded, tearing up. “It’s a hard thing for a young person to hear about a parent. I know that. But yes, I’m sure. Something made me suspicious and I went snooping. You see, your father is sharp in business but he’s not an imaginative fellow at all. What’s the thing that gets him most excited in the world?”
Alex knew the answer to that. “The Patriots. He’s like a kid on game days.”
“Yep. So, after about ten minutes of trying out variations of Tom Brady’s name and jersey number, voila! I figured out your Dad’s laptop password. And his email password. And all his passwords to everything because he uses the same password everywhere and then…”
Kristen sighed and her voice trailed off for a few seconds. Alex waited, not wanting to push her. After a while, she continued. “All the emails, all the photos, all the receipts.”
“Hey, hey!” Alex brushed tears from his mother’s cheek. “Let’s not talk about it now. I get the picture. Tell me more about your first time with Elena.”
“You really want to hear all that?”
“Believe me, I really want you to tell me.” Alex’s hand was on his mother’s naked thigh, and working its way toward her pussy. Kristen smiled slyly at him, and at his cock. He was almost hard and ready for another go.
“So…we were in the city on that assignment for almost a week, and the second night Elena had half a dozen other guests at the hotel. Two of the younger models coming up on the runway circuit, sisters. A dear old Hollywood friend of hers, a star in dance movies in the 80s, you know–she and her daughter were all over each other. At the time, I was shocked. A couple of young guys with cocks like I’d never seen–not as big as yours, sweetie. And Justin.”
“Justin?” Alex’s face fell. “Don’t tell me Elena’s fucking her son.”
“Of course she is, Baby. Oh, don’t look like that.” Kristen kissed her son passionately. “You did say that you wanted to hear it all. He’s really not what he seems, you know. A lot of that’s an act. Not all of it, but enough. And if Elena wasn’t a son-fucker, there’s a very good chance that you wouldn’t be fucking your mother right now. Hold onto that thought until you get over your sulk about young Master Justin.”
Alex snorted and shrugged. She was right, of course. Still, it stuck in his craw. “So, um, did you…are you…”
Kristen looked solemn. “Understand, Alex, honey. Your mother is a slut. I’m a complete cock-whore, and I wouldn’t want to be anything else. Not anymore. So if you want me, it’s on those terms. You’ll have to share. And yes, I fuck Justin. He’s a great fuck. And I’m going to fuck you both together before we get off this island, if-if you’ll have me.”
Alex stared at his mother, struggling to process all that she’d said. He looked at her shining blond hair, dark and matted with his jism, at her lust-enflamed emerald eyes, her stupendous breasts, long swimmer’s legs, and silk-smooth pussy…
…And he could only reply with a question of his own: “Would you suck my cock?”
Kristen laughed out loud. “Try and stop me.”
She worked her way down her son’s body–kissing his neck and shoulders, tweaking and biting his nipples, moving on down his torso. She kissed and licked his heaving chest and stomach as she made her way toward his crotch. The salty taste of his young flesh stirred her always-simmering lust, and by the time she stretched out on her belly between Alex’s thighs her inner fires were raging again.
Drunk on the heady fragrance of cum and testosterone-laced sweat, Kristen was ready to prove to her son just how wicked she’d become–and how rewarding that would be for him.
Laying her face on his tummy, she engulfed his cock-head between her lips and began to nurse at it. At the same time, she slipped one slender, manicured fingertip up between his flat, taut butt cheeks. With the confidence and precision of a surgeon, she probed up his crack until she found her target.
“What-what’re you doing?” Alex exclaimed, startled by the tickling sensation at his asshole.
“Such a question,” Kristen teased, then went back to sucking his cock while she eased her finger into her son’s ass.
Alex’s whole body jerked as if his mother had shot him with a Taser. But he was anything but paralyzed. “Ungh! Unghhhhh!” he yelped, thrashing and struggling and failing to sit up. “Goddamn, what are you doing to me?”
“Welcome to Paradise, Baby,” Kristen purred. Her finger slid into his rectum up to her second knuckle. She wriggled it about inside while cleaning tasty fuck-juice from his cock with her tongue. His cock leaped and stiffened. “Looks like I found your ‘On’ switch, didn’t I?”
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Alex fell back against the pillows, twisting and humping his hips up against his mother’s hungry, exploring mouth.
“See, I told you. Feels good, hmmm? I never met a guy who didn’t love this. And we’re just getting started. Mommy’s going to get you off beyond your wildest dreams.” She moved down to nuzzle his balls with her nose, slurping up big globs of half-dried semen from his light, blond pubic hair. All the while, she kept finger-fucking his ass.
Elena’s earlier tongue-teasing of his ass had not prepared Alex for this. His heart pounded nearly out of his chest and he gasped for air, and his mother just kept working her mouth down over his cock until he was halfway down her throat. All the while, her finger slipped in and out of his asshole. When she found and gently massaged his prostate, he yelled out loud. He thought his cock would explode right off his body.
Alex trembled from head to toe, groaning and begging for release. Kristen kept sucking his cock and finger-fucking him, running her free hand over his thighs and up over his hips to his spasming, flexing abdominal muscles. Such a fantastic young specimen of virile masculinity–and he was her very own son! Nothing could be more forbidden or more exciting. He was like a wild mustang, and if she broke him in right she could look forward to a lifetime of madly devoted fucking. The very thought of it almost made her climax without touching herself.
Her nose brushed against his balls. She’d managed to get him all the way down her throat.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking as hard as she could while slowly and sensuously dragging her lips back up along the length of her son’s cock. At the same time, she pumped his prostate hard.
“Awww…” Alex arched his back up off of the mattress and erupted. A long pulsing stream of jism jetted into her throat with the force of a water cannon. She sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, but his cum-geyser was so miraculously strong and plentiful this time that her throat clogged and semen squirted from her nostrils.
It was even better than she’d hoped.
Alex managed two more erections and orgasms before he and his mother fell into an exhausted nap, holding and kissing and fondling one another as they drifted off.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before he awoke to find his mother kneeling between his legs licking his ball sack. At first, he thought it was a dream, and that none of the glorious things that had occurred that day were real. But Kristen noticed him watching her through sleepy eyes, and gave him a sexy wink.
“Just relax, Lover. Mommy will take care of everything down here. I just gotta get this cock in me again.” Soon enough, she had her son hard as steel. She straddled him.
“Cheryl called a little while ago to say the storm’s shifted direction out to sea. We’ll be out of here by sometime tomorrow. I’ll call Elena in a little while and make plans. But I want you just to myself, at least one more time.”
The implications of her words were not lost on Alex. He smiled and stretched out with his arms folded behind his head on his pillow, watching his mother’s full, ripe tit-melons jiggle and heave with excitement as she eased herself down onto his cock once more.
####”Alex? It’s Cheryl at the Agency. You have a minute?” the chipper female voice on the other end of the phone line asked. “I can’t reach your mom or Elena.”
“Yeah, I’ve got a couple. Mom and Elena have, um, gone off somewhere. I’m not sure what they’re up to. Coverage down here sucks.” That was a lie. Kristen and Elena were in Alex’s clear line of sight, a few feet away in the middle of Elena’s bed. They were both naked, and they were the ones sucking.
Elena lay on top of Alex’s mother with her head buried between Kristen’s thighs. Kristen’s own face was snug against the redhead’s pussy. The pair had been eating one another out for fifteen minutes while their sons watched and recovered for another round of motherfucking and swapping.
“I just wanted to confirm that we’ve got a private limo picking you up at noon tomorrow,” Cheryl said. “Take-off is at 1:30. Private charter, this time. As Her Highness would have it, I hope.”
“I heard that,” Elena mumbled.
“Shh!” Alex muted the phone.
“Alex, are you still–”
“–Yeah, I’m here, Cheryl. That’s great. I’ll tell them when they get back from wherever. You’ve done a great job getting this all straightened out. Thanks.”
“That’s so kind of you to say, Alex. Please give your mom my best. She’s always so sweet and understanding. Unlike some folks. If you have any trouble, call me directly. Bye, now.”
“I’m going to have that woman flogged,” Elena snarled. Alex hung up quickly.
“Shut up, Mother,” Justin snapped. He sprang out of the occasional chair by the bed, his cock as hard as iron again.
“Cheryl loves it, Darling,” Elena insisted. “Last Christmas I gave her monogrammed ermine handcuffs with platinum-plated locks. And I kept the keys.”
“Can’t really hear you through Mom’s cunt,” Alex lied again.
The Jordans’ luggage was lined up in Elena’s foyer, next to the Kuchens’. They’d all agreed that, given the limited time left to them before their flight out, there was no point in spending any of it apart. Everyone wanted to get in as much sucking and fucking as possible.
Alex and Justin faced a challenge: two luscious older babes with six fuck-holes between them, yearning to be constantly filled, and only two horny young studs to do it.
It was a hell of a problem to have.
Elena lowered her head again to kiss Kristen on her flawless upper thighs. As she worked her way up from the blonde’s knees, inching toward her pussy mount, she savored the musky perfume of her best friend’s flowering, open cunt. Kristen’s pussy was one of the prettiest that Elena had ever seen, a neat little fuck-hole with small, plump pink lips and a prominent clit that thrust out proudly when erect. Elena had played with that clitty for hours on end, sucking and tweaking and tickling Kristen while she’d wail and cry in animal rapture.
Kristen’s juices flowed like a river when she climaxed, and that was Elena’s reward for her loving attentions. Next to a mouthful of Justin’s semen, Kristen’s cream was the redhead’s favorite treat.
Now Elena deftly slid her tongue up and down Kristen’s slippery cunt slit. Kristen humped her mound up against Elena’s mouth and whimpered joyfully. Her thighs trembled and closed around Elena’s head, forcing her friend’s face snugly against her pussy.
“Suck me dry, Ellie! Ahhhhhh…I love it! Harder…harder! Deeper! Oh, don’t ever stop.”
Elena’s heart swelled with pride at her friend’s guttural babbling and obliged her, licking and sucking and probing Kristen’s slit with her tongue. Though Elena affected a cool confidence in her mastery of the sexual arts, Kristen’s appreciation for her finally-honed pussy-eating skills secretly thrilled the redhead. The pure, oddly innocent enthusiasm with which Kristen embraced every facet of her newfound whoredom always moved Elena. Elena’s first seduction of the sheltered housewife had started out as just one more opportunity for a new fuck, but the redhead had quickly come to feel a special kinship with her latest lover.
Kristen and Elena were closer than sisters–and Elena was very close to her sisters.
Elena bore down harder, pressing her lips firmly against Kristen’s dripping pussy and lapping at her inner walls. She stiffened her tongue like a little cock and drilled in and out of the blonde’s overheated fuck-tunnel until she felt hot breath on her own swollen clit and, an instant later, the lovely sensation of Kristen’s lips on her cunt.
Kristen kissed her friend’s pussy, using two fingers to hold the redhead’s sex lips apart so that she could more easily slide her tongue into Elena’s hole and swirl it around inside. Just like her friend, the taste of pussy juice heated her sexual urges to the boiling point. This was far from the first time that the two women had launched a night of orgiastic fucking by sixty-nining for an audience of horny studs. Not only did it drive the guys mad to see two beautiful women go down on each other, but she was convinced that a proper pussy pampering from another gal could induce almost any woman to open her legs to all comers.
Kristen and Elena soon fell into a familiar, steady rhythm in their sucking. In the absence of men, they could satisfy one another all night long with fingers, tongues, and toys. But there was no shortage of cock tonight, and one trait that Justin Kuchen shared with his mother more than he would admit was impatience.
“Speed it up there, Mother,” he barked as he knelt on the bed between Kristen’s knees. “I haven’t had my dick in Kristen’s cunt since before we left Miami. I’m missing that hot MILF pussy.”
“Shut up, creep,” Alex bristled.
“No offense intended, man,” Justin taunted. “But you must concede that your mother is a first-rate fuck. And it’s not as if you aren’t about to slip the meat to my own mother dearest. So let’s not be so prissy about it all.”
Alex opened his mouth to retort, then thought better of it. Irritating as Justin was, he spoke truth. Alex was poised behind Elena’s pert, upturned ass with his hands on her hips. His prick was as hard as it had been all day, and choosing between a dick-waving contest with her son or burying his in Elena’s sizzling cunt was really no choice at all.
“Fine. Uh, Mom…do you mind?”
Kristen pulled her face away from Elena’s pussy and gazed up at her son, a dreamy expression on her beautiful, cum-streaked face. Elena had ordered up champagne from room service, but none of them had taken time out for more than a couple of sips. Yet Alex’s mother seemed almost drunk, so lost was she in her enchanted state of fuck-lust.
She managed a cross-eyed focus on her son’s looming erection. “Wanna suck your cock,” she slurred. “Put it in Mommy’s mouth for a minute, ‘fore you fuck Ellie.”
“Whatever you want, Mom,” Alex promised, crouching lower to line up his cock helmet with his mother’s wide-open mouth. “Whenever you want.” She lifted her head off the sheets and tilted it back, managing to line up her mouth and throat in a straight line. Alex managed to slide his prick past her lips and all the way into the base of her throat in one long, careful stroke.
“Mmmmm…” Kristen moaned gratefully. She wriggled her nose, tickling her son’s big ball sack. She relished having her facial fuck-hole so completely packed by her son’s big, fleshy fuck-pole. But they both knew that she could only hold her breath for a few seconds in this position. She dragged her flexing tongue along the underside of his shaft as he slowly drew it back up and out of her throat. Then she took hold of her son’s cock and placed the head against her best friend’s sex slit. Alex bucked his hips and penetrated the redhead, who humped back to capture his shaft.
Elena had broken off her own oral embrace of Kristen and was having fun with her son’s cock. She lovingly laved the length of it with saliva, licking up and down the shaft and around the base of the big pussy-pleaser while cradling his balls in one hand. “Don’t be so self-centered this time, okay?” she chided him as she placed his cock-head between Kristen’s pussy-lips. “You fuck our friend as long as you like, but when you’re going to blow then you pull out and let Mother drink your cum. Yes?”
“Yes, Mother.”
Kristen’s face was a radiant mask of joy when Justin entered her. Her pussy knew every curve and ridge of his prick; the dildo that Elena had given her as a gift had been modeled on his cock. That toy had been inside Kristen at least once a day since she’d first received it, and Justin had fucked her in the flesh nearly as frequently. She had fallen in love, if not with Justin, then with his dick. Until today, she could not have imagined a more perfect fuck-shaft than his.
Today, of course, she had learned better. She was sure now that she would never love another cock the way she loved her son’s, and that, she thought, was only natural. How could a son’s cock not be a perfect fit for his own mother’s pussy?
The two sons fucked each other’s mother, while the women alternated licking their sons’ cocks and balls and sucking one another’s clits.
Both guys had come so often in the last twelve hours that, even with the loving stimulation provided by their cock-hungry mothers, it took their cum-tanks a while to recharge. But eventually, Alex felt the pressure building inside.
He was about to shoot off when, on a sudden impulse, he yanked his enormous cock out of Elena’s pussy. He grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over onto her back.
“Put it back!” she cried. “What are you doing?
Alex just laughed and stood up, straddling her legs. He fisted his cock and aimed it at her shocked face. He was so slick with her pussy juice that his hand flew easily up and down his shaft.
“Ah-ha!” Justin caught on to the idea and did the same, hovering over Kristen as he jacked on his prick.
“Oh yes!” Elena exclaimed as she realized what was about to happen. The first glob of Alex’s cum caught her just below her left eye, flowing down her cheek. She flicked out her tongue to catch and swallow it. Then semen exploded in a pulsing stream from his cock.
Not to be outdone, Justin sprayed Kristen’s face with hot white cum. “I love it! I love it!” Kristen screamed. Alex swiveled toward her, pumping rope after sizzling rope of son-cum onto his mother’s tits and tummy and thighs. At the same time, Justin redirected his stream to paint Elena’s squirming, tossing body.
Kristen rubbed her clit in a frenzy, working toward an orgasm. Alex shoved Justin out of the way and threw himself onto his mother, plunging his still-spurting cock into her spasming cunt.
Justin did the same for Elena. After a few short hard thrusts of their sons’ cocks, both women climaxed violently.
Kristen and Elena held one another, trembling together in the aftermath of their orgasms. It didn’t take long for them to recover enough to start whispering and giggling conspiratorially, throwing sidelong glances at their sprawling, exhausted sons. Clearly, they still had evil designs on the young men.
“Sweet Jesus,” Justin muttered, watching them. He tumbled out of bed and staggered to the room service cart, grabbing an open champagne bottle.
“Excellent idea,” Elena said. “Bring the other bottle here. You should have some too, Alex. It’s remarkably…restorative, I assure you.”
“I’m not sure I wanna be restored right now,” Alex gasped. “Sleep?”
“Sleep on the plane. For all your macho-macho tossing us around, you don’t really believe that your mother and I are anywhere near close to giving out…do you?”
Kristen got up and came over to stand beside her son, one hand on his shoulder as she ran the other through his blonde curls. She noticed him frowning and staring blearily at the stacked luggage. “You sorry we’re leaving, Baby?”
“A little.” Alex looked up and kissed his mother on the lips. “With everything that’s happened today…I’ll miss this place.”
“Not me,” Justin announced. “I can’t wait to get out of this dump and on to the shooting location.” He caught Alex’s exasperated eye-roll, and added, “Hey, I did not lie to you, dude. All those chicks, they fuck. We are gonna both be dick-deep in supermodel pussy for the duration.”
“Yeah?”
“Yah. I just forgot to mention that our mothers would be sucking us off and guiding our cocks into all those hot slots.”
Alex looked incredulously at Kristen, who just smiled sweetly. Elena winked at him. He felt a broad smile spread across his face.
Maybe Justin Kuchen wasn’t such a pain in the ass, after all.
THE END