Chapter 14: Sunday Night Slut

Janice wasn't sure about this... She wasn't sure about anything John had in mind, but didn't dare say so. Inside she struggled with what she was about to do as her son lead her upstairs.

"This is wrong... oh so wrong! I shouldn't let him... Not my own son... I can't fuck my own little baby boy..."

"Why not?" was all the small voice inside her head said in response.

She had repressed her sexual desires for years, and now they were breaking free. The small moral part of Janice Monroe that was left, was waging a losing battle to the sexually hungry darker side of her personality.

As the two of them reached the top of the stairs and started towards her bedroom Janice's mind raced.

"This is it! If I go in there with him I'm lost. It'll never been the same between us again..."

"No it won't," was her desires response... "It'll be BETTER! So much BETTER than before!

John shuffled his mom the last few feet into her bedroom and turn on the light.

"Ummm... John? Could we leave the lights off please?" Janice felt like the child now, not the parent. John was the one in control.

"Why mom? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before you know. You made a show of parading around the house half dressed for the last few weeks... and now you expect me to believe you're shy?!"

Janice kept her eyes lowered. She couldn't bear to look at her son. He was telling the truth, and both of them new it. Shame washed over her.

"Come on mom, I know you want this... you need this." John moved a hand to his mother's overheated pussy and sipped his middled finger into her wetness.

"Ohmmm," Janice sighed. Her cunt had been drooling in anticipation of her son's prick ever since he told her he was planning to fuck her.

"You're so wet mom... , " John whispered to her. "Your pussy is a swampy mess with your juice."

"Ughhhh." Janice spread her legs wider as the heat within grew. Her son's word burned into her brain.

"Tell me mom... Tell me what you want"

Janice raised her eyes for the first time and looked deep into her son's. Her mouth moved, but only a small squeak come out.

"Say it... SAY IT!"

John pulled his finger from her dripping snatch and waited. His mother was standing before him breathing heavily. Her robe had fallen off her left shoulder, and as she stood there looking at him through half closed eyes, she showed off a good portion of her creamy white tit to him.

At that moment John thought his mother looked like the sexist woman alive. The sheer unadulterated lust she embodied was unbelievable.

"No... please don't stop John." Janice said huskily. Her head was spinning. The feel of her son's warm fingers, only fueled her desire to get his dick buried deep into her all the more.

"Don't stop what? Come on mom... say it. You know you want to. You need to say it!"

Janice was trying to push her pussy against her son's hand in a desperate attempt to get him to continue his fingering.

"I... I... I want you to... To... do IT"

"It? Was is "IT" mom? I want to here you say the words. I want to see those full red lips of your spell out EXACTLY what you want me to do."

Janice suddenly straightened and grabbed her son by his shoulders. "FUCK ME JOHN! I want you to FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"

She pushed her son back against the bed and fell on top of him, ripping at his clothes. Janice didn't care at that moment. If she had to wait one more minute to feel her son's dick in her, she would go insane!

John just laid back and watched as his mom tore at his shirt and pants. She was pulling and ripping at them until she had managed to get most of his clothes off. He could feel his mothers weight upon him, and her ass as she grinded away on top of him.

"Oh yes baby! YES! Mommy's gonna fuck you. Mommy's gonna sink her nasty old pussy down onto that beautiful boy dick of yours and ride her self silly!!!"

Janice's pussy was in full control of her now. It hadn't felt the hot meat of a man in it for years, and wouldn't settle for anything short of a thorough pounding.

As much as John loved having his mom climbing all over him, he wanted her to know who was the one in control here. In one quick move her rolled his mom off and on to her back. He then got on top and looked down at her. She was still pawing at him, running her hands up and down his chest and cooing in the pleasure she knew was coming.