Johnny sat nervously on the couch, his hands clenched in knots on his lap. Before him, his mother paced the floor. Her heels snapped viciously onto the hardwood flooring as she paced back and forth. Johnny had never seen her so pissed. Maybe that time he'd ridden his bike headlong into the door of her Mercedes came close, but this time, he decided, this time may be the topper.

"That was so damn humiliating," she said scathingly. "I get called out of work, and why? Because my son has been suspended from school, that's why!"

Johnny winced and tried to focus on something else besides his mother's disaproval. Actually, that was pretty easy. His mom might be pissed off, but she still looked good. His mother, Angelina Stouffer, was one hot momma. She was as tall as her son, with carefully styled dark hair that swirled about her head as she paced back and forth. She'd removed the jacket of her business suit to reveal her full breasts as they thrust against her blood red blouse. "Dude, your mom has one serious rack," was how one of his buddies had put it. Her fitted blouse rested atop a dark pencil skirt that was molded to her ass. The skirt's hem ended just above her knees. She had great legs too, and she was showing them off with black hose and shoes that had three-inch heels. Despite all the ire she was sending in his direction, Johnny was getting some serious wood. He surreptitiously pressed the heel of one hand against the head of his growing cock.

Angelina looked at the paper crumpled in her hand. It was both the notification of her son's suspension and a report on the incident that had led up to it. She slapped at the paper with her free hand. It sounded like a small firecracker going off. "You hit Ron Fuller with a stick, a stick with a nail in it."

"I didn't know there was a nail in it," said Johnny in his own defense.

Angelina rolled her big brown eyes expressively. "That is so... so beside the point. You shouldn't be hitting anyone with a frigging stick to begin with."

"He knocked me down," said Johnny.

"After you started it all," said Angelina. "At least that's what about twenty other students say." She slapped at the paper again.

"Well... he... he wouldn't run the bases like he should. We might have won the game," Johnny said as if that explained everything.

Angelina sighed. Her son was so competitive, and he was so handsome, and frankly, he was so very sexy. She had been anticipating this month alone with Johnny. Her husband, Stan, would be out of town on business for weeks. That was a huge blow to Angelina's sex life. She loved sex — a lot. Her husband could barely keep up with her supercharged libido. He had been tremendously relieved when Angelina had relented, and allowed him two whole days a week off from satisfying her voracious pussy. That was because, unbeknownst to her husband of course, she had acquired a lover — her thirteen year old son, Johnny.

Johnny's cock was already as big as his father's, maybe even a bit longer. He could be fast on the trigger, but he was always good to go. There were days when Angelina had both her men. Stan was often amenable to early morning sex, and then, when he went to shower, she would run to Johnny's room and avail herself of his morning hard-on. She had been planning on testing his limits while Stan was gone. But now, her little stud had gone and gotten himself suspended. She couldn't very well reward his behavior, no matter how much she needed to get her hot pussy stuffed.

"Look," said Angelina, "I love how competitive you are. But for God's sake, it was just a recess softball game. You're not supposed to draw blood over it."

"I know. I'm sorry, Mom, I'm really sorry."

Angelina studied her son's handsome features. He could be thoughtless but, for now at least, faking sincerity was beyond him. She relented ever so slightly. "I believe you are, Johnny. But still, you're suspended for an entire month." She sighed and looked at her son thoughtfully. "When were your next tests scheduled?"

His eyes squinted in concentration. "Uh... there are some big tests in a couple of weeks."

"Okay," said Angelina. "here's what we'll do. You will write a very, very contrite letter of apology to Ron, your principal, the school and whoever else we can think of. We'll give Ron a week to cool down, and then you'll apologize in person to him. Then you'll ask him to go to the principal and see if she won't let you back in school, or if maybe she can make this a nonacademic suspension so that you can make up your tests when you return."

"Oh... yeah, sure," said Johnny, eager to agree. He saw a glimmer of hope in the black abyss of his mother's disapproval.

She stooped over and steadied her hands on his thighs. She saw his eyes shift to gaze hungrily down her blouse. "This had better happen," she said in a hushed, menacing tone. "Because if it doesn't, then the next time you get any pussy it'll be when some whiny teenage bitch, who doesn't know shit about sex, finally lets you into her pants. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Johnny said shakily into her bosom.

Angelina looked down and saw her son's hands nervously knead at his crotch. "You've got a hard-on right now, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said in a whisper. It wasn't his fault. The walking wet-dream who was better than any fantasy he'd ever had was in his face. With her tits out to here and her legs down to there, how could he not be hard?

"Pull it out," Angelina said.

Johnny quickly unzipped his pants and fumbled at his underwear. In a second, his solid, thick six inches of boy-cock stood stiffly from his crotch.

She eyed her son's penis. She had so looked forward to having her son to herself for the weeks of her husband's absence. She had planned to absolutely wear Johnny out. She was going to fuck him on every flat surface in the house. She had planned to tease him until his cock was weeping with precum, and then to wring him dry with repeated orgasms. At the end of the month, she had planned to have him yearning for more mind-bending sex that only his mother could provide, and yet relieved that his dad was back to take up some of the load. The load of keeping his mother's overheated pussy satisfied.

Johnny made a circle with his fingers and ran it over the head of his cock. "Stop that," Angelina said sharply. "No playing with your dick. Stick those hands under your butt. That's right, sit on them." Johnny hiked up one buttock and then the other, sliding his hands into place.

Angelina straightened and began to remove her clothing under her son's avid gaze. She kicked off her heels, wiggled out of her skirt, and then peeled down her pantyhose. Walking up to Johnny, she stepped onto the couch, straddling his body. "My pussy's wet, baby. It needs to be taken care of." Angelina crouched and shoved her cunt onto her son's face — his lips on her lips, his nose bumping her clit. "You're going to have to get me off like this," she growled. She ground her searing pussy on his face, hardly giving the boy a chance to breathe.

"That's it," Angelina panted, "stick your tongue in my pussy... farther... come on, get it in there. Yes, yes that's it. Fuck my pussy with that hard tongue." She shoved her liquid cunt onto her son's searching tongue, and rubbed her engorged clit on his face.

"Oh yeah... fuck yes... eat my pussy, baby," she shrieked as she came once, twice and then a third time. Sated for at least a short while, Angelina fell sideways onto the couch. When she caught her breath, she looked at Johnny. He was still sitting obediently on his hands, his face covered with a slimy coating of pussy juice and saliva. His dick was a dark red fleshy pole, quivering above his navel. As she watched, a glob of pre-cum leaked from his slit and dripped downward. His dick glistened with the stuff. She laughed and said, "You may as well jack off now. I know you'll do it as soon as you can, anyway."

Johnny wrenched his hands free from their confinement. He steadied his cock with one hand and jerked his fingers over the head with his other hand. Drops of pre-cum flew into the air as his fingers smacked into the fiery-red head of his cock. Within a dozen strokes, a ribbon of cum leapt from the end of his dick and landed on his flailing fingers. Two lesser blasts followed, and then Johnny slowed his fingers to milk his cock-shaft for its last blobs of semen.

Ron Fuller walked from the school building at the end of the day. He was headed for his bus when he heard someone calling out his name. Turning, he saw Johnny jogging in his direction. "Hey, how's it going," asked Johnny as he fell in step with Ron.

"Okay, I guess," said Ron. "How's your suspension?"

"It's shitty," said Johnny. "I'm so grounded that I can't do shit. Listen, I'm sorry about the leg and everything. I hope you're not pissed at me."

"No, I'm good," said Ron. How mad could he be? That scratch on the leg had led to sex with Ms. Yount, the school nurse. A week later, he was banging his mother too. Actually, Johnny had done him a favor.

"Oh cool," said Johnny. "My mom's in the parking lot. She wants you to come home with us. I'm supposed to ask you to go to the principal, and see if she'll let me come back to school early."

Ron shrugged. "I can do that, no problem. I don't know how much influence I'll have with the principal though."

"Thanks," said Johnny. "But come on over to the house anyway, my mom thinks we have to butter you up first. I think yummy snacks will be involved."

"Okay," said Ron. He pulled out his cell phone and sent his mom a text message about where he was going. One nice perk of screwing his mom was that she was no longer so controlling of his time. He joined Johnny as they climbed into his mother's car.

Fifteen minutes later, Angelina and the boys pulled into the drive of her home. "Let's go up to my room," Johnny said as they entered the house.

Angelina watched the boys as they climbed the stairs to Johnny's room. She had decided that a hint of sexuality and some hot cookies would be the way to soften Ron's heart. She went to her room and changed into a pair of shorts that showed off her legs, and then she pulled a low-cut, short-sleeve sweater over her braless tits. She checked her look in the mirror. As her tits swayed and bobbled about in the sweater she thought, now that should get Ron's attention. She headed to the kitchen to make the cookies.

Johnny's room wasn't very big. His single bed, plus a student's desk with a computer and a chest-of-drawers filled the space. Shelves on the wood paneled walls held the clutter that boys tend to collect. Johnny fired up the computer as Ron looked around and then settled on the unmade bed.

"Want to see something hot?" asked Johnny.

"Sure," said Ron.

Johnny went on line and moments later the boys were watching a well muscled young man pound his cock into a woman the age of the boys' mothers. "Oh wow," said Ron, suddenly sitting up straight and taking an interest, "your mother let's you watch this stuff?"

"Well, you know..." he dissembled. In truth, he and Angelina surfed sites like this together until they were both so hot they would fall on his bed, screwing away. Just the thought of his rigid cock surrounded by his mother's hot pussy gave Johnny a hard-on. He wondered if Ron was getting turned on. He glanced at Ron's crotch and saw a long lump there. But that had to be a fold in the material of his pants, Johnny assumed. His cock couldn't be that big, could it?

They watched more videos, mostly of guys shooting their loads on tummies, asses, tits, backs and faces — lots of faces for some reason. "Why don't they do that in the women's pussies?" asked Ron. "Wouldn't that feel better?"

"Yeah, it does... I guess," said Johnny a bit too enthusiastically. "I mean, I think the idea is to show that the guy isn't faking it."

"I guess you're right," said Ron. "If they're going to shoot loads like that, then I suppose they have to be careful about showing all of it."

Johnny wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he couldn't dwell on it because his dick was full and he really felt like producing a load of his own. He reached down and tugged his dick into a more comfortable position, giving it a little rub as he did so. Seeing that Ron had noticed what he was doing he shrugged, smiled and said, "I can't help it, dude, this stuff gets me going."

Johnny gave his dick a couple of more swipes through his pants. So far everything had gone to his mother's plans. He was supposed to show Ron these pictures and videos full of MILF's and their younger studs, and then she was going to show up at some point, dressed all sexy and everything, and then, while Ron was sort of overwhelmed with sexual heat, she would convince him to go to bat with the principal over his, Johnny's that is, suspension.

The thing was, with most of his blood pooling in his bloated cock, Johnny had forgotten about his mom. He grabbed the tab on the zipper of his pants and began to pull on it. Looking at Ron, he said, "Hey, man, I hope you don't mind. I just got to let off some pressure." He pulled his zipper all the way down.

Ron smiled and said, "No problem, go for it."

Johnny struggled with his erection until he managed to get it out of his pants. "Don't you want to?" he asked Ron.

Ron shrugged. "That's okay," he said.

Johnny suddenly felt self-conscious. "Oh come on man, don't leave me here with my dick hanging out."

Ron bit at his lip and then said, "Well, alright." He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and fully opened his pants.

Johnny frowned. Was the guy going to undress? All he had to do was unzip and pull out his dick. Ron hooked a thumb in the waistband of his under-shorts and pulled it out and down. Then he reached inside and pulled out an awesome slab of cock. "Oh fuck, dude," Johnny said with surprise, "where'd you get that horse-cock?"

Angelina approached the closed door of her son's room. She had a plateful of hot chocolate-chip cookies in one hand and she was just about to tap on the door when she distinctly heard Johnny say, "Where'd you get that horse-cock?"

Angelina froze in her tracks. What was going on? Was he talking to Ron or about some porn-star on the computer? If it was Ron, then just how big could the boy be? Johnny sounded impressed, and he was bigger than average. She leaned close to the door and got her answer when she heard Ron say, "I don't know. I was just born with it I guess."

So it is Ron, Angelina thought. The boys must have pulled out their dicks. Johnny has done his job a little too well. She pursed her lips, wondering if she should risk a peek or not. Was Ron really all that well endowed? Almost without thinking, she put the plate of cookies on the floor and reached for the doorknob. She knew that Johnny's desk faced away from the door, and there was a good chance that she could glimpse what was going on without the boys noticing.

Ever so slowly, she turned the knob. When it reached the end of its travel, she gently pushed and opened the door just a crack. There was Johnny. He did indeed have his dick in his hand. Over on the bed, Ron seemed to have his hand stuffed into his pants. Maybe he was shy or having trouble. Maybe Johnny was simply being sarcastic when he talked about the size of Ron's penis. Then Ron shifted his position on the bed. Angelina's eyes flew wide open in surprise. What she had mistaken for Ron's arm was actually the biggest cock she'd ever seen. The monster jutted from Ron's pants like a meaty pole.

"Damn, that thing is just huge," she heard Johnny say as his hand flew up down on his cock. He wasn't paying any attention to the video on his computer screen. He was intently ogling Ron's massive cock and jerking as fast as he could.

Ron ran his hand up the length of the underside of his cock and what had to be at least two ounces of precum washed over his fire-red cock-head. Angelina's knees grew weak. Ron had just produced more precum than most men ejaculated altogether.

Speaking of ejaculating, Johnny's body stiffened and three good squirts of semen gushed from his cock and ran down over his fingers. He took a few seconds to catch his breath, and then he reached for a box of tissues that he kept on his desk. "Aren't you going to beat off?" he asked Ron as he wiped the creamy load from his hand and his wilting cock.

Before she realized what she was doing, Angelina opened the door and stepped into her son's room. With her eyes firmly locked on Ron's towering dick, she announced her presence by saying, "Let me jack it for you."

"Mom!" yelped Johnny. His wilting dick seemed to shrink even faster.

Ron started at Angelina's sudden appearance, but once he saw the look in her eyes, he didn't even try to hide his cock. He'd seen that same look from his school nurse and his mom. It was a combination of awe and naked lust. Angelina came to the bed and ran her finger tips over the warm marble hardness of his dick.

Ron's cock twitched and a shot of pre-cum leapt from the slit falling on Angelina's fingers. "Ohhh," she cooed. Using both hands she spread the clear lube along the length of his steel hard dick.

"Yeah, that's it, jerk me off," Ron said softly. He hadn't missed the way her tits had bobbled about in her sweater as she crossed the room.

Angelina tightened her grip and began to masturbate Ron with a will. Her fingers flew up and down causing squirts of pre-cum to leap into the air. Ron sat up straight on the bed and bent his thickening cock in Angelina's direction; he knew what was cumming. He didn't try to fight the pressure in his growing dick.

Angelina saw the flow of cum that erupted from the purple, swollen head of Ron's cock, but she couldn't believe it. The thick stream flowed for a full second, arcing across the space between their bodies and landing in a fat wet ribbon on her sweater. But that was only the beginning of his cum shower. Another long flow followed the first one and then even more until Angelina embraced Ron's heaving boy-meat between her tits and simply marveled as he coated her in his spunk.

When the deluge of cum ended, Angelina released Ron's cock and looked down at her ruined sweater. "Oh my God," she said in awe. "This is freaking unbelievable." She pulled the sweater off and rolled it into a cummy ball. "You must not have cum in weeks," she said to Ron.

"What do you mean?" asked Ron innocently. "I came twice yesterday."

Angelina could only shake her head in amazement. She looked down at his cock — it was as hard as ever. "You're not getting soft, are you?" she said.