Chapter 4

The trip to her old home hadn't upset Lana nearly as much as she'd feared. It hadn't upset her son Richie that much, either. They'd arrived a little after 6 p.m., spent a few hours loading the car with their personal items, and left a few hours later.

It was now a quarter to midnight, and they'd just checked into a highway motel. Lana estimated that they'd be back at Vivian's place by the next evening. Lana sighed heavily as she opened her overnight bag on one of the room's twin beds, waiting for her Richie to get out of the shower.

Lana was upset, but it wasn't because the old house had aroused memories of her late husband. It was because she was horny.

Her husband had died a month ago, and Lana hadn't been fucked since then. That was much, much too long for her. Lana had always presented a chaste front during her marriage, and many of her friends would have been shocked to learn that Lana had insisted her husband fuck her two or three times a day, every day of their marriage. Lana had always needed plenty of fucking. She'd been playing with her pussy and dreaming about big, cum spurting pricks ever since puberty.

She was only thirty-six now and the fires of fuck passion still burned fiercely in her loins. Lana listened to the running shower water in the bathroom as she stripped off her blouse, dropping it on the motel bed. She wondered if Richie had inherited any of her lust.

He was an awfully good-looking youth. He was tall, muscular and athletic, and Lana had often caught herself glancing at the promising cock-bulge in the crotch of Richie's pants. Did Richie, she wondered, fantasize about gripping pussies as much as she longed for huge, thrusting cocks? And had he ever entertained fantasies of fucking his own mother's cunt?

It was a good thing that they had to live with Vivian and Donald now, Lana reflected, as she finished stripping off her clothes. In the past month she'd had more and more fantasies of fucking her own son.

There was a tall mirror on the wall between the beds. Naked, Lana smiled at her reflection. It would have been, she knew, no trouble to seduce Richie, or any other man. Lana glided her fingers up her long, slender thighs, touching her lithe hips and the hairy mound of her pussy.

She sighed as she cupped and hefted her enormous tits, milking the spongy flesh between her fingers, admiring her own fat, red nipples. Her physical structure was delicate and feminine, but her tits were... huge.

Lost in her thoughts, Lana put on a skimpy bathrobe and walked to the door of the bathroom. She was so distracted that she didn't think of knocking first. Instead, she just barged in, catching her teenaged son just as he was stepping out of the motel shower.

"Richie!" Lana gasped. "Oh, my God!"

Gaping at her in shock, Richie dropped the towel and stood naked before his mother, dripping water on the tiled floor. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and Lana felt herself flushing too.

There was a long, tense silence. Helplessly, Lana found herself lowering her eyes to her son's cock. Then her eyes opened very wide and she felt an irresistible heat pounding through her cunt. Richie's cock was half stiff. Lana didn't know if he'd been jacking off in the shower, or if he'd just been having horny thoughts. It didn't matter. His prick was huge.

Never had she guessed that a mere teenager could be blessed with such an oversized prick. His prick was long and very fat, capped by a big, bulbous, heart-shaped cock knob. Lana's pussy creamed as she admired her son's cock meat. Never had she laid eyes on such a beautiful cock.

"Oh, Richie," she gasped nervously. "I'm so sorry, Son. I wasn't thinking. I should have knocked first."

"That's okay." Richie answered. "I mean well, what's the difference, anyhow?

You're my mother. I shouldn't feel embarrassed about my body around you."

Apparently intending to prove that he was mature and liberated, Richie picked up the towel and calmly began drying his legs, making no effort to conceal his big, hanging prick.

Lana's fuck need immediately became intense. She was going to seduce him, she realized. She couldn't help it. She had to suck and fuck her own son's cock.

"Well, Richie, I guess you're right," she observed mildly. "There's no reason to be so shy around each other. I guess we can both use the bathroom at the same time."

Lana shrugged off her bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. Richie looked at her in spite of himself. His mouth dropped open as he beheld the spectacular voluptuousness of his mother's body.

"Son, do you mind if I use your toothpaste?" Lana felt her enormous tits jiggling spongily as she walked across the bathroom and stood in front of the medicine cabinet. "I seem to have left mine at home."

Richie didn't answer. Lana looked at him. Her son's face was flushed pink now, and he was staring helplessly at her pussy triangle and huge, round tits.

Lana gasped as she glanced again at his cock. Helplessly, shamefully, Richie had grown a gigantic boner. His cock stood out straight before him, twitching and jerking obscenely.

"My word, Richie," Lana observed breathlessly. "Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to parade around naked in front of you. It looks like I've given you quite a hard-on."

Richie gulped, ogling his mom's body. "I'm sorry, Mom. You're so stacked and everything. I can't help it."

Lana faced him, breathing hard, staring brazenly at his hard-on. His cock throbbed violently, pulsing up to slap obscenely against his stomach. A hot, gooey drop of pre-cum oozed out of the flared cock tip.

"Good God, Richie, you certainly do have a big cock for a boy your age," Lana purred. "And it's so stiff, too. You must be awfully horny. Does your own mother turn you on so much?"

"Can't help it," Richie mumbled feebly.

"Don't feel embarrassed, darling. A big, throbbing boner is nothing to feel ashamed of. Women love eager young studs with huge, stiff cocks."

Lana's pussy was so wet that the hairy slit leaked fuck juice onto her inner thighs. She felt her creamy cum squishing as she crossed the bathroom and sat on the edge of the toilet. Richie faced her, his giant prick pulsating in front of her face.

"Stand closer, Richie. It looks like Mom has to give her beautiful baby a good, hard sucking tonight!"

"Jesus, Mom!"

Lana giggled, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. It was so thick that she could hardly grip the cock shaft with her fingers. Eagerly she started pumping his prick, causing more thick drops of pre-cum to dribble out.

Lana's cunt burned. She leaned forward, flicking out her tongue. Lovingly, she laved her tongue around his shiny-skinned cock crown, coating it with saliva, lapping the musky-tasting pre-cum from the head of his prick.

"Suck my prick, Mom!" Richie moaned hungrily. He stood very close to her, cupping the back of her head. "Put it in your mouth and suck out my fucking cum!"

"Don't worry, lover!" Lana giggled, staring intently at his crimson cockhead as she feverishly stroked the meaty shank. "I'm not going to stop sucking until I get a bellyful of cum!"

Lana opened her mouth, popping the first several inches of his cock between her lips. She wrapped her lips in a tight, wet circle around his blue-veined cock shaft, chewing along his velvety prick stalk.

More and more urgently his prick throbbed, already preparing to shoot big gobs of jism down her throat. Lana choked herself with her son's prick in her eagerness to suck in as much cock meat as she could handle. She fought back the gagging reflex as she pushed the prick knob past her tonsils.

The naked, big-titted mom shut her eyes tightly, mewling shamelessly as she concentrated on the taste of her child's prick. Then she started sucking. The slurping, lip smacking sounds of cock-sucking filled the little motel bathroom as she eagerly bobbed her head up and down on her son's prick.

Richie shuddered, curling his fingers in her short black hair. He made her enormous tits quiver pendulously as he started fucking his cock farther down her throat. Never in her life had Lana craved prick so much. She felt incredibly horny as she realized how sinful it all was, that she was actually giving a blow-job to her handsome teenaged son.

She squeezed and milked his bony cock base with her right hand, corkscrewing her fist from the root up to her cock-filled mouth. Her gurgling, slobbering noises grew progressively louder as she worked feverishly on his seeping cock.

Richie's prick was getting stiffer, throbbing on the roof of her mouth, preparing to spurt a flood of cock juice. Lana puckered her cheeks sharply, swirling her tongue around the mushroom-shaped crown of his hard-on.

"Gonna shoot it, Mom!" Richie gasped. "Oh, fuck, keep sucking! Gonna shoot a big load of cum!"