Mary Andrews was feeling drowsy, but not quite ready for bed. She sat in her robe in front of the TV, sipping hot chocolate. She'd meant to watch an educational program on the History channel, but flipping through channels she'd become interested in a trashier program gossiping about celebrity lifestyles and sex lives. She watched this now, half-bored.
The phone rang and she reached over to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mom. It's me."
"Hi Greg. How are you? Nothing wrong I hope?"
"No, no, mom. But I need you to do something for me. Are you busy?"
"I was just..." she paused and looked at the TV, "...working in the kitchen."
"It'll only take a few minutes, I forgot a file I kinda need for work. Can you go on my computer and email it to me. It's -"
"Now, now, I'm not going to remember. Just gimmie a second and I'll go to your room and pick up the phone there, ok?"
Mary made her way to the second floor of the small house she shared with her son. Greg was in his last semester of high school and was already registered to begin college in the fall. He'd recently dropped his old fast-food job and now worked part-time evenings at a computer company.
Mary turned on her son's computer and picked up the phone in his room. He was giving her instructions but they were having trouble communicating.
"I've told you," Mary said, a little exasperated, "I don't see a folder called 'Work Stuff' anywhere."
"And you searched for the filename? You're sure you spelt it correctly..."
"Yes!"
"Hmmm..." Greg muttered. "I guess I don't absolutely have to have it...um...oh Shit! Of course!"
"Hmmm?"
"Oh...oh geez, sorry mom."
"Mmm?"
"Sorry about the swear. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."
Mary gave a little titter of a laugh into the phone. "Well, alright, as long as you don't do it again."
"Yeah, it's just that I totally forgot something. Here's what you need to do..." Greg explained to his mother how to unlock the hidden and encrypted files on his computer using a password. She sent off the email, he confirmed he received it, and then she hung up the phone and let her son get back to work..
Mary was about to turn off the computer, but hesitated for a moment. What was there to go to except boring TV or a stack of books she didn't really want to read, or a bed where sleep lately was elusive. Didn't she see something interesting a moment ago?
She opened up the list of files again. Sure enough, there was the previously-hidden 'Work Stuff' folder they struggled so long to find. And beside it some other uninteresting hidden folders were now revealed, like 'School Reports' and 'Bank Files'. But Mary's curiosity was stoked by some others: 'Pr0n Flicks' and 'Pics of Slutz' and 'XXX Stories'.
'No,' she thought, 'they can't be. Well...well, maybe he's just got one or two things on here...I'm sure there's a lot of peer pressure to know a bit about that sort of thing...'
She opened up 'Pr0n Flicks'. The list of files was so long it scrolled down past the bottom of the screen; titles like 'Anal Trainer' and 'Ass Worship' and 'Buttman's Big Butt Backdoor Babes'. She double-clicked on a file and the starting credits began to play, a rapid-fire sequence of tits and ass and cocksucking and fucking and pussy eating and assfucking and double-penetration and cum splashing everywhere and and and...
She clicked it closed.
"Oh my fucking God," she muttered aloud when the image had disappeared from the screen.
She went to the 'Pics of Slutz' folder. As with the other folder, along with the main list of files there were subdirectories. The one right at the top was named 'AAAAA HOT SHIT - THE BEST - WHACKOFF SLIDESHOW'. Here she found explicit, hardcore digital images.
Mary had last peeked at a Playboy many years ago, but she could tell from what was on the screen now that what was available to men had changed. Her son Greg had pictures of women in leather, in rubber, in lace, in chains, and of course in nothing at all. Here were solo women, women with women, men with women, groups of men on one woman, and on and on and on, with every anal penetration or facial cumshot caught in explicit digital detail.
"I would have never of suspected," she said to herself, "I would have never have known." Then she gave a little smirk. "No wonder he likes computers so much."
Mary opened the 'XXX Stories' folder. Among the folders Greg made were 'Anal Fuckfests', 'She-Male Stories', 'Mind Control' and 'Incest is Best'.
Mary took a look at the program Greg was using to protect these files. She knew a little about computers herself, and saw fairly quickly that it was a pretty simple program, and one where Greg seemed to have just enabled the basic features.
She guessed that Greg would change the password after tonight, so she created a login for herself, using the username 'System', thinking that it would have a good chance of escaping scrutiny in Greg the unlikely event he took a second look.
By the time Greg got home from work, Mary was back in her bedroom. She'd gone through much of the rest of Greg's room, and found more things to pique her interest. In the corners of his closet and in the backs of drawers she'd found recordable CD's with suggestive labels, porn tapes and DVD's, and stacks of magazines.
As she listened to Greg move around in another part of the house, Mary was in her bedroom behind a closed door, kneeling over on her bed and flipping through a magazine, 'Euro Ass-Fuckers Vol.5 No.2', which she was sure he wouldn't miss from his large stack. One her hands was between her legs rubbing her pussy, and occasionally her fingers would reach farther, to rub the sensitive crinkle of her asshole, which would make her whole body shudder.
*****
Greg was sitting in the living room, reading, when his mother came home from work the next day. She was always very conservative, wearing perfect business attire; usually pantsuits that always left as little visible as possible of her neck, arms, and legs. Her hair was always tied up in a bun or back in a tight ponytail, and her shoes were always sensible. Not that this was foremost in Greg's mind when he saw her, but it was the way she had always dressed since he had remembered, even back before her and his dad had split up. And when she was around the house it would usually be thick baggy jogging suits, or large shapeless sweaters and straight-leg pants.
In Greg's mind the it was as though his mother were another species from the females he saw at school, on TV, or in the pornography he consumed, the ones so willing to flaunt themselves and their sexuality just to get attention.
"I'm just gonna take care of some things and then get dinner started, ok dear?" his mother asked. He grunted, and out of the corner of his eye saw her hauling some bags up to her room.
Some time later, Greg heard his Mom shuffle about in the kitchen. He didn't glance over for a while, but when he did he was shocked and couldn't break his stare.
He always thought his mother had a classical face; fine lines and delicate features, a little reminiscent of the Mona Lisa, or of Greek and Roman sculptures he'd seen in his high school textbooks and at the museum. She'd always worn big, practical glasses, her new pairs just like her old ones, but now for the first time Greg saw her wearing a sleek pair with tortoise-shell rims, that reminded him of cat's eyes. Her hair was sandy-brown, and at the top of her head it fell straight, but then began to curl at the level of her eyes. She wore it untied now, and it fell around her shoulders.
Her body, with exceptions, was slim; especially her crane-like neck, her delicate wrists, and her ankles where the contours of bone showed clearly. But nature had also designed her body so that her breasts were large and full, and were supported by strong shoulders, and her hips and ass were big and full as well, supported by thick muscular thighs.
Now, she wore a flimsy wool cardigan, rose pink, with a knit loose enough to clearly show the bra underneath, and a plunging open neck that showed off much of her shoulders and the cleavage of her upper chest. A cream-coloured skirt stopped just above her knees, but had a slit up the side where Greg could see the top of a smokey brown stocking. Her feet rested in shoes with a medium heel.
"Wow," Greg said as he walked into the kitchen, and then paused, searching for any other words. "Um...are we having company over or something?"
"No baby," Mary said, and turned to look at him with wide eyes. "I just thought it would be fun to dress up a bit for dinner."
Greg didn't remember his mom ever calling him 'baby' before. "Oh geez, I feel kinda out of it then." He looked down to his white socks, jeans, and rock-band T-shirt. "Do you want me to change?"
"No, you're...niiicce," his mother quickly brushed her lip with the tip of her tongue, and a sparkle in her eyes made something inside Greg jump. His mother turned away to continue her work, and Greg felt his cock involuntarily pulse and twitch against the fly of his jeans.
He felt confused, and tried to explain it away as one of the occasional hard-ons he got without much reason.
Dinner proceeded somewhat normally, though Greg's eyes would often wander to his mother's chest, trying to make out the details of her bra, and picture how her chest would look without the cardigan draped over it. He'd snap his head away when he became conscious of his thoughts, but then his eyes would also sometimes drift to look down through the glass table in the kitchen, looking down at his mother's legs and the way she held one sleek leg against the other, and something inside of him flamed up when his mother's stockinged legs would rub together as she subtly shifted position.
Greg didn't feel any better when he caught himself doing this. His mom didn't give any sign of noticing, but he did notice she seemed much more chipper than usual, and always smiled when she looked at him..
As was the usual routine - Greg washed the dishes after dinner. He was looking out the window at the backyard when hands reached under his arms and wrapped themselves around his chest.
"Yow! Hey mom, you scared me!" She pressed her entire body against him. Greg felt his mom's crotch against his butt, her big warm breasts pressed against his back. A rich, flowery scent reached drifted his nose.
"I just wanted to say thanks for washing the dishes." She gave him a long hard squeeze. "I'm so lucky to have such a good son." She placed a kiss on the back of his neck. Greg froze and stopped washing dishes. They were both quiet. A moment later she kissed his neck again, a little off to the side of the first kiss. Each one burned on Greg's neck like a gunshot.
Palm flat on his chest, one of her hands began to work its way down over his stomach. Greg's heart hammered as he realized his mom's hand, if it continued, would discover his pulsing cock. He slammed his hips against the counter, crouching down a little so the bulge of his crotch was hidden from view.
Mary's hand ran over his stomach, touched his waist, and then hit the kitchen counter. She gave a disappointed sigh.
"So," she said softly, into his ear, "what're you doing after the dishes?"
"Um...I gotta...gotta go to work Mom," he stammered, and after glancing at the clock, began washing dishes feverishly.
His mother sighed and took her hands off his body. "Alright, my baby boy's gotta work, I understand." She placed a final, longer kiss on his neck, and Greg imagined he might have felt a little tongue. Long after she had gone, his body missed her warmth pressing against his back.
When Greg got home late in the evening and turned on his computer monitor, there was a full-screen picture he was sure he had not left there. A naked woman, nasty lustful passion on her face, had a large cock buried deep in her ass, and another cock hung soft and slimy over her face, having just shot streaks of milky, sticky semen.
*****
When Greg woke the next morning his mother had already gone to work. He remembered what he found on the computer last night, and was perplexed.
There was little question his mom had left it there, but why? His best guess was that she had found out about his pornography habit, and left this as a hint to stop, not being comfortable bringing the question up face-to-face.
Greg was a little worried about this, but what could he do? He cursed himself for calling for his mother's help from work a few days ago, and changed his password - something he'd forgotten to do that night. But he sure as hell wasn't giving up his porn.
His mom came home that evening with more shopping bags in her arms and went upstairs.
"Greg dear?" she asked. She'd come down after having spent a half hour behind her bedroom door.
Greg turned to look at his mother. She was dressed in platform sandals and dark brown bell-bottomed corduroys that stretched skin-tight around her ass and thighs before flaring out around her calves and ankles. A bright gold buckle on her thick leather belt caught the attention of the eyes, where just above it her bare belly-button showed. Her black top was see-through, detailed with flowery designs, and just enough to cover her breasts, where she wore nothing else. The top was long-sleeved and complimented her graceful arms, ending in flares at the sleeves and below her chest.
Greg had seen her when she got home from work, and she'd worn her old glasses and her hair up. Now she wore the tortoiseshell glasses again, and her hair framed her face as it fell free around her.
"Are you doing anything this evening?" she asked him. Wednesdays were his days off.
"Um..." he tried to swallow, but his throat was dry. "Uh, no, no."
"Goodie. I was thinking we could have a pyjama party, watch a movie on the TV? There's supposed to be a good one at ten."
Mary turned and walked away, and Greg watched his mother's ass sway side-to-side in her tight pants, his eyes stuck to the points of reference of her back pockets.
Dinner passed more or less as usual, though Greg suspected his mother caught him sometimes looking at her body, and he couldn't bear looking into her knowing eyes for more than a moment.
"Why don't you put on your undershirt and boxers," his mother said, "and make some popcorn to bring down to the basement. I'll get ready and join you in a bit."
Greg went to his bedroom and was surprised that his mother had laid his clothes out for him. He wanted to protest, but thought it might save an embarrassing talk if he just went along with it. He put on a pair of dark boxers, and a white undershirt that was tight on his chest and stomach.
*****
Greg sat alone, a little nervous, on the leather couch in the basement, in front of the TV. The basement was a little chilly, and with little clothing on it helped keep him on edge.
He heard his mother descended the stairs. When he looked over he helplessly gasped out loud.
From her black patent leather platform heels, white stockings went halfway up her thighs, supported by a garter belt. Lacy red panties covered Mary's crotch. Her breasts hung low in a bra that was so delicate it was see-through - her breasts hung in her bra like water balloons about to burst.
Mary settled down beside Greg, heat and lust emanating from her body. She saw Greg look down at his feet, withdraw into himself, and suddenly her expression changed.
She put a hand on his shoulder, "Oh, what's wrong, Gregory?"
He trembled getting his words out: "I-I-I...I know what you want to do, Mom, but I'm not ready!
"I'm sorry!" His head fell into his hands.
"Aw, there, there," she said, and hugged him to her provocatively dressed body.
"I mean," he said, "I mean, I like you, and I want to, but...but..."
"It's okay, baby, it's okay," she said. "You're just a little nervous. You know what we used to do back in the day, to break the ice? A little mutual masturbation."
Mary knew her son was nervous, but she also saw that she had made him tent his boxers.
She moved back from Greg, and leaned back onto the armrest, facing him. She threw one leg over the back of the sofa and rubbed a hand over her panty-covered pussy, spreading her legs for her son.
"Oooooh!" She was hot and wet, and when she twitched and moaned at the first contact of her hand on her pussy, she wasn't faking.
"C'mon baby, ooooh!" she sighed. "Get your pants off and stroke your cock for me. I know you've had lots of practice doing that!" She reached another hand to her bra and opened it, letting her large breasts free to jiggle and roll. One hand tweaked her nipple as the other dived under her panties.
Greg pulled off his boxers and let his hard dick swing free. He positioned himself like his mother, leaning back on the opposite armrest, facing her. He swung a leg up on the back as well, and the touch of her feminine stockinged leg against his hairy and muscled male one was so good he shut his eyes.
Mary watched her son stroke his cock right in front of her, just out of reach. Feeling wild, she lifted her hips and slipped off her panties, and tossed them over to Greg. Her fingers dived back into her now-naked and leaking pussy.
His mother's panties had landed on his chest. Greg could see the trimmed hair of her pussy, and the inflamed lips. Greg grabbed the delicate panties and held them to his nose, inhaling so deep he felt it like a rush of a drug to his head.
"Yeah baby," Mary growled, "sniff your Momma. This pussy's yours baby, this pussy's all yours."
Greg brought her panties to his cock, and used them to stroke it. He wrapped them around the base of his cock and left them there as he started urgent strokes with his fist around his cock.
The days, the hours, the minutes leading up to this had kept Mary in a subdued frenzy, and now it was rushing to the surface. She whined, she moaned, she pulled on her nipples and spanked her wet pussy. Finally, the coming climax inevitable, she rubbed and pinched her clit in a desperate desire to cum as hard as possible.
"OOOOoooo....AAAAARGGHHH!"
Greg's eyes widened and he slowed his masturbation as he saw the breathtaking, beautiful sight of his mother's body in orgasm. She twitched and moaned, and finally arched her body up in the air for an indescribable moment, before collapsing and taking deep, ragged breaths.
Finally, Mary opened her eyes, and saw Greg looking at her, stroking his still-hard cock. Her eyes sparkled.
"Hold on baby," she said, "Momma's gonna bring you off real good."
Showing impressive dexterity, she quickly slipped the shoes off her stockinged feet. She kicked away his hands from his cock and began stroking his cock with her feet, trapping it between her arches and working it up and down.
"Oh FUCK!" Greg bellowed. "Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit! OH FUCK, MOM!" His hands, now free of his cock, ripped at the hair on his own head.
Mary kept up her fevered movements and licked her lips, feeling as wicked as a devil.
Greg spasmed and his cock erupted, shooting off semen. Strings of hot milky cum landed on his chest, on her stomach, and finally ran over his cockhead and onto her stockinged feet.
Mary sighed with her whole body, a mother proud of giving her son the ultimate physical satisfaction.
Greg opened his eyes, looked around, and suddenly went into a panic. He leapt up and left the room, jogging upstairs, his cock bouncing in the cold air and his boxers still on the basement floor.
Mary raised herself to chase after him, but then lay back down, wallowing on the couch.
"All in good time, you wicked, depraved mother" she rumbled out loud to herself. She bent her leg until her foot came to her mouth. She sucked and licked her son's still-warm cum from her stockings, and her whole body purred at the taste.
"All in good time."
———x———
Alone in the house, back from school, Greg lounged on the easy chair in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV. He'd thrown on jeans and a t-shirt when he came home, and fixed himself a sandwich which now sat in a plate on the coffee table, half-eaten.
When the top of the hour hit, he eagerly switched over to the music video channel for their all hip-hop hour. Greg didn't like the music at all, but he knew it was the number-one place to see big butts shaking and shimmying. In almost every video voluptuous black girls in hotpants and thongs danced in time to the music. Greg's cock got hard and strained against his jeans, and he idly rubbed the outline with his hand.
Inevitably, his thoughts drifted to his mother - the way she'd been dressing around the house lately, her teasing, and of course their encounter last night. Greg was confused, and even tried to bring up the subject with some of his friends at school, to get some advice. He asked them a few questions about 'women in general', and what he should do if one was coming onto him. 'Hit that booty' and 'rock that ass' were the sort of sophomoric answers that he received. When he asked what he should do if it was inappropriate to have sex with that particular woman, they just told him, 'damn, that just makes it hotter!' and 'fuck her, cum on her face, smack her, and say wham-bam-thank you ma'am!'
Of course, none of them could guess that the woman in question was his mom - in fact, most of them thought he was just making it up, as Greg was usually quite shy around girls and hadn't had a lot of experience in one-on-one dating.
As though summoned by his thoughts, Greg heard his mother's car arrive in the driveway. He switched the TV to the sports highlights channel, and tried to hide his erection.
He heard his mom walk in, and moments later she peeked into the room. Mary looked like her 'old' self; conservatively dressed in washed-out colours, indeed her whole personality seemed tired and washed-out. The stereotypical efficient but frigid woman at the office. All business.
"Hi there, Greg."
"Hi mom." She stepped forward and Greg saw another shopping bag hanging at her side.
"Hey Greg, can I ask you something?" She seemed a little concerned. Greg nodded his head, faking disinterest by keeping one eye on the TV. "Last night...you didn't mind did you?"
Greg hesitated.
"You liked it?" she asked again.
"Uh, yeah, sure..." Greg stammered. "I mean, yeah, of course."
"You don't want me to stop?"
"N-No." Greg shivered as he said it.
Mary sighed in relief and a smile lit up her face. "Great! Don't go anywhere, I'll be back as soon as I can!" She turned and hurried up the stairs and to her room.
For a moment Greg thought this was a chance to get out - slip out of the house and not come back until his mom had gone to sleep. But he decided to stay, though it was a choice made partly by his heart and his feelings for his mother, and partly by his half-hard cock, which he reached down to rub some more.
*****
The first noise he heard was heels on the kitchen floor. As Greg's mother walked out of the kitchen into the living room, Greg's eyes widened.
Platform high-heels with delicate black leather bindings were on her bare feet. The pants she wore would look ridiculous on any woman over twenty - on Mary, at about twice that age, they looked so wrong they were right. Thin and skin-tight, inch-wide horizontal stripes alternated in black and hot-pink; Greg got dizzy just scanning her body. Above the tight waistband was a cute little bulge of flesh, as though the pants could barely keep in that much ass and were on the verge of exploding. Her midriff was bare and her large breasts bounced around in a flimsy fishnet top. Again, she was wearing the sexy tortoiseshell glasses.
"Aw, shit," Mary sighed, and brought a bottle of beer to her lips. She took a gulp and then threw her hair back. "It's nice to get another day of work out of the way, you know?" She then looked down at the bottle of beer and handed it to Greg, breasts jiggling as she leaned over, "Ah, here, I got this for you."
"Um, thanks," Greg said, and took the bottle. With all the condensation on the cool glass it almost slipped through his fingers. He took a sip and was thankful for the coolness in his mouth and in his hand, though it did little to calm the fires that were burning inside.
Greg's mother strutted in front of him, stepping slowly from one foot then the other, feeling her legs rub together with every step, admiring herself as though Greg wasn't even there.
"It's such a relief," Mary said, absent-mindedly, "Getting home, throwing off that outside world. Home where we can be ourselves, huh?" Mary smiled at Greg, and her eyes twinkled. "Just us."
She stepped over to the TV, which was still on, and put her hands on the top and then shoved her ass back, right in Greg's direction, until stood with her back arched, ass up in the air, legs straight and spread.
"Lemmie ask you something, baby dear...you don't think my ass is too big, is it?"
Greg drank in the sight in front of him, his mother posing like a hardcore model, her ass big and round and bursting off her frame. He took a sip of beer so his mouth wouldn't be too dry to reply.
"Shit, no."
"What about these thighs?" She ran a hand over the inside of her thighs, squeezing and caressing. "These tits? Not too much mommy-meat for you to handle, is it?"
"Fuck no."
Mary stood up straight and walked over to Greg, intensity in her eyes.
"Oh yeah," she said, "I love to hear you swear." She stood over him, looking down at his seated body, and then into his eyes: "You're a nasty boy, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he was breathing heavily now. "I've got a totally fucking dirty mind."
"Mmmmm," she purred. "Like mother like son."
She turned around and faced away from him and straddled his outstretched legs. She brought her hands back and smacked her asscheeks: -smack!-smack!-smack!-
"You want this ass in your face?"
"Oh, fuck yeah mom. Back it up."
Mary bent over and supported her body with her arms on Greg's knees until she'd lifted her knees onto each armrest, and then shimmied her backside toward her son's face.
Greg was enraptured as he saw his mother's big round ass head towards his face - the way that the tights stretched over her curves, and the threads seemed ready to split right at the crack of her ass - and then she was on his face, pushing his head and neck back into the headrest. He brought his hands up to grab and knead her fleshy asscheeks.
As soon as Mary felt her son's hot breath between her legs she went wild, pushing her ass onto Greg's face and rubbing it up-and-down and side-to-side like an animal at a scratching post.
"RRRrrrrr-MMMmmmmph!" Greg growled in pleasure, his voice muffled as his head was stuck between his mother's ass and the headrest. He tried press into her tights, to stick his face as far as it would go up her crack.
"OOOooooh...that's good!" His mother growled. "That's even better than I imagined."
After the initial frenzy she calmed down a little. She pushed her torso up to a vertical position, and ran her hands idly down her front. "You like that, huh? Can you breathe back there?" She thrust her hips forward a little to give Greg room to answer.
"Fuck, I just want to breathe-in your ass!" he growled, and then pulled his mother by the hips back onto his face.
Placing her hands on her knees, Mary casually worked her ass over her son's face as she began to speak: "Y'know son, I've got something to confess. Maybe two separate things.
"Your dad called me a 'dirty cheating whore', among other things, before he left." Even in the frenzy of lust, this note about his parent's divorce made Greg a little sad. "He was wrong of course. Except, except for one time...
"We were vacationing in Mexico - you were just little and we'd left you with my parents. Anyway, my whole life I've been self-conscious about my big breasts, and of course my big ass. Hell, sometimes it felt like everybody was always bumping into it, or I'd always bump something with it. Anyway, your father had discovered the complimentary cocktails in the hotel bar, and he usually could hardly stand by noon.
"I got in a huff and decided I'd just go on the town alone. Somehow or other I got into a conversation with this lovely young brown man - couldn't have been much older than you are now, if that. He didn't make any secret that he loved my ass, and pretty soon we'd gone up to his ratty little apartment..."
Mary was still doing a slow-grind on her son's face while telling the story, but Greg was as captivated with the story his mother was unfolding.
She continued, "He didn't take more than five strokes in my pussy before he stuck it in my ass." She began moving her ass up-and-down on her son's face. "Jesus Christ it was kinky - it was out of this world...mph...I felt so hot and nasty and alive...ungh...I had these crazy whole-body orgasms that I'd never had before.
"We were lying there naked after we were done, and then three of his friends came in - I guess he was sharing the place with them. They all got their cocks out and wanted a go at my ass too, but I got nervous and begged off and got out of there so fast I couldn't even find the place again for the rest of our vacation...sometimes I'm sorry I didn't take his friends up on the offer."
With all that his mother had shown him these last few days, Greg was still surprised at this revelation.
"And..." she continued, "And I thought that would ever be my last chance, other than toys. Last chance, because who could I find that both respected the woman I am, and yet give the slut I am a good fucking-over? Nobody...until I found all your porn, Greg, and figured out what turned your crank."
She pulled her ass back and looked at her son over her shoulder. "But you, my own flesh and blood - you've got that anal lust too, don't you, you sexy boy?" She brushed his hair, ran a hand across his cheek.
"Yeah mom," he huffed in reply, lips wet with saliva, "I got that lust for your ass."
She thrust her ass back toward his face, "Get these fuckin' pants off!"
He tried to work them off her hips.
"Just rip 'em open!" she growled.
He took a fistful of material in both hands and ripped open the seam at the crack of her ass. Suddenly right in front of him were his mother's naked asscheeks, the dark entrance to her asshole, and lower the trimmed hairs of her pussy - wet and matted down.
Greg plunged his face into her asscrack, thrusting his tongue against the pucker of her asshole. Spreading saliva and pushing into her with his tongue, he also moved a hand further downward to rub his mother's pussy.
Mary was looking down at her son's crotch. "Oooooh. Is your cock getting hard in your pants? It must hurt."
"Yeah, mom, it hurts! My cock's fucking bursting against my jeans."
Mary undid her son's pants and pushed them down to his feet. Greg took this chance to roughly pull off his shirt. Her eyes widened as his cock sprang free and stood up straight and rigid. She struck at the cock like a cobra, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking it deep into her mouth. Trickles of saliva escaped from the sides of her lips and ran down the shaft as she began to move her mouth up and down.
"Oh, fuck! Oh mom, oh fuck!" Greg groaned. He brought his tongue back to rimming his mother's ass, and added a probing finger that he worked in slowly but surely. Two fingers of his other hand worked in between the lips of her sloppy wet pussy, while a finger outside banged against her clit as he worked his hand.
Mary loved the way her son was working her holes and grunted in pleasure, her nostrils flaring as she moved her mouth up and down his cock. One of her hands moved down to fondle his ballsack, while the other tugged at her nipples.
Greg tilted his hips and moved his cock in time with his mother's sucking, trying to pump it deeper and loving the choking and gagging sounds that sputtered past his mother's lips. Greg couldn't believe it - a few hours ago he was in some stuffy math class, zoning out and fantasizing about just being able to get home and jack off, and now his throbbing cock was pumping his mother's wet, warm, and loving mouth, and her ass was resting on his chest, pants split at her crotch, and his fingers deep inside her tight nasty holes. He worked more spit and pussy juice around and into her asshole.
"You want another finger, mom? You want two fingers up your tight, hungry ass?"
His mother growled in acknowledgement and sucked harder on his cock, caving in her cheeks. Greg worked two fingers in, and pumped them in and out. Removing them, he brought his mouth to her asshole, sticking his tongue in deep and flicking it around, pushing in gobs of saliva.
She pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop. "Fuck, I can't stand it anymore!" She slipped down his chest, and Greg reluctantly let his fingers slip out.
She positioned herself with her feet on the floor, standing astride him and facing away. She squatted down and his cock rubbed up and down her crack. Greg thought this was the biggest he'd ever seen his cock get, and couldn't believe how it would fit between his mom's cheeks, into her small hole.
Mary reached back and pulled an ample cheek to the side with one hand, and with her other grabbed her son's cock and positioned it. They both gasped when his cockhead touched her pucker.
"Yeah, baby," she said, "I'm just gonna push my ass down on it, ok?"
...his cockhead pressed and then slipped in...
"Yeah, mom! Fuck, this was exactly what I was dreaming about!"
...she slowly moved her ass down on his cock, and the blood-filled cock stayed hard and slowly pushed into her...
"You like this baby?" she asked, "This is the sort of stuff you jack off to?"
...they began moving slowly, Greg's cock making small movements in and out of his mother's ass, going a little deeper each time...
"Yeah, fuck mom! I dream about fucking ass all night and all day!"
...as Mary began to move her ass more quickly, she brought a hand to her pussy, and her asscheeks started to bounce...
"How's mommy's ass? Do you like mommy's ass? You like stickin' your big fuckin' dick up where the sun don't shine?"
"Yeah, I fuckin' love it - I love you." Greg grabbed his mother's hips and they really began to fuck, her asscheeks slapping his thighs and his balls slapping her pussy as his cock plunged deep in her ass. "I love the way your ass takes my cock."
Mary, too hot, tossed off her fishnet top. Revved up, she tossed her hair around, really working her ass on her son's cock. "Every day, baby, every day...I'll bring this ass home and I'll lay it on your cock...aaargh!"
"Oh fuck I can't hold out!..." Greg called, "OH FUCK!"
He squeezed tight on his mother's hips and pressed her round ass against his abdomen as his cock exploded and shot spurt after spurt of warm cum up his mother's rectum. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck, and then collapsed backward, taking his mother with him.
Mary twisted around enough to share a long, wet, sloppy open-mouthed kiss with her son. Still kissing and embracing, a minute or two his softened cock slipped out of her ass.
The groans and deep breathing stopped, and all they heard was the silence of the room, all they felt was their hot bodies together skin-on-skin.
Quietly, Mary slid down a bit and took Greg's nipple in her mouth, lovingly sucking and nibbling on it. Greg moved a hand down to his mother's butt, and a finger probed for her asshole, where he found his warm sticky cum slowly leaking out.
Greg's cock, which had only gone half-soft, began to get harder. He brought a hand down to stroke its length. "Fuck mom, I need more of you."
She was putty in his hands as he moved her into position; now her knees were on the floor as she bent over the front of the recliner, upper torso lying flat, her tits mashed into the seat. She still wore her glasses, but they rested crookedly on her face. Greg looked down at her legs, which were splayed carelessly as his mother lay there like a used-up, exhausted whore. At the junction of her legs her pussy lips were swollen and pink, partly open, and her wet pubic hair clung to them.
Greg licked his lips and grabbed his cock, "Aw, fuck, I need some o' that!"
"Ooof!" His mother jumped as he pressed his cock deep into her pussy on the first stroke.
Greg grabbed her hips and started with a quick pace right away, pumping his cock in and out of his mother's pussy franticly. Looking at her ass jiggle, he gave it a little smack: -spank!-
"You like that, mom?"
"Oh yeah baby, spank me!"
Still fucking her pussy hard, Greg lay into her with open-palmed spanking on both asscheeks: -spank!-spank!-spank!-spank!"
"Ooo...ooo....OOOOOooooo!!!" Mary called out, convulsed and twitched. Greg kept his cock buried deep in his mother as she orgasmed, feeling her pussy twitch and pump on his cock.
Greg grinned, immensely happy his horny attentions also gave his mother such physical pleasure. He leaned over, his chest on her back and his lips at her ear.
"You liked that, huh mom?" She didn't answer, just breathed deeply with her eyes closed, her face flushed pink. "You know what I'm gonna do now? I'm gonna put my cock in your ass again. Gonna slip my dick right in your hot ass and fuck you some more. Yeah mom, your dirty little pervert of a son is going to take his hard cock and shove it right in his mother's tight little shithole. What do you think of that?"
"Mmmm..." she purred. "Do it, baby! Stick that big ass-splitter in my shitter!"
He pulled his cock out of his mother's pussy. It was slick with juice. He pressed it in against her ass.
"Yeah mom, feel that fuckin' thing slide in there? Argh! Is that what you wanted? Your son's dick up your ass? Is that why you act like such a slut?"
"Yeah! I'm a dirty little slut! I just wanted my son's meat right up my ass! Work my ass over!"
Greg put his hands on his mother's shoulders and pumped his cock in and out of her ass. He used his feet to push her thighs together. She resisted and tried to spread her legs again, but with him on top plundering her ass he got his way.
Greg saw his mom move her hands behind her back, wrists crossed. Taking the hint, he held her wrists together with one hand.
"Is that what you want, mom? Ungh! You want me to hold you down, tie you up, while I'm fucking your sweet ass?"
"I want you to fucking USE me. Greg!. Aiee! Fu-Fucking horny son, just use your mom! Use your mother like a filthy fucktoy!"
Greg reached over to where her discarded mesh top lay, and used it to tie her wrists together behind her back. This freed up one of his hands to spank her ass some more, getting the ass-flesh red. His other hand moved to her head, took a fistful of hair, and gave it a tug. Mary's eyes popped and lit up.
"Oh fuck, you like that? You want more?" Greg asked. He didn't give her a chance to answer. He tugged at her hair with one hand and spanked her jiggling ass with the other.
Hands trapped behind her back, her body resting on her tits as her son fucked her ass and gave her pain, an orgasm began brewing somewhere in her, and rose and broke through faster than she expected, unstoppable.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!" It was a deep, animal growl, a call, the fulfilling of base satisfaction. Nothing like her previous orgasm, as she bucked and writhed Greg was afraid his mother would break his cock.
Halfway through, he couldn't stand it anymore. He tugged out his cock and hurriedly crawled over his mother's face, half-turning her over.
"Yeah, mom, fucking take it!"
Greg jacked off on his mother's face, firing powerful shots of hot milky white semen over her face. She opened her mouth wide after the first few spurts, but most of it missed her mouth, streaking her cheeks, forehead, glasses, and chin.
Done spurting, Greg, sweaty and breathing heavily, let his mom take his softening cock in her mouth, sucking out the last drops of baby-batter like it was the last water in the middle of the desert.
After letting her nurse his soft cock, he pulled it away out and lay down awkwardly in the cramped space beside his mother. Like a cat, he began lapping at the gooey cum he splashed over his mother's face - keeping it in his mouth, and after a few licks he'd move down to his mother's lips, and share out the cum he'd kept in his mouth. Moving back to clean off more of her with his mouth, he reached back to untie her hands.
Finally done, they looked at each other questioningly, their naked bodies getting a little chilly.
"So..." Greg finally ventured, nervously, suddenly totally unsure of himself again, "um, what do we do now?"
Mary smiled at her son and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.
"How about you show me some of your wild porn?" She winked. "We can pick what we like and try it out ourselves."