Chapter 2

It was almost four when Anna pulled into the drive. She felt hot flashes of electric sexuality shudder through her quivering cunt-lips when she caught sight of her son's bicycle leaning against the side of the house.

"Hi, Mom!" Greg called out from behind the screen door.

Anna groaned as she stared at her son's naked chest and belly. He stood there grinning at her-sweaty, muscular, his cock almost sticking out of his soiled white gym shorts.

"Have fun on the last day?" Anna finally managed to say as she opened the door and walked into the living room.

"I always enjoy the last day. We played a few games of basketball to celebrate," Greg said brightly as he followed his mother into the kitchen.

Anna couldn't see how she could follow Chet's advice. Watching him moving around-his muscles rippling with every step he took, his tanned skin glistening with sweat-made her want to strip down and take him on.

"Well, why don't you shower up and change? We'll go to the O Club or something for dinner to celebrate your freedom," Anna said huskily.

When Greg didn't answer, she turned around to see what was wrong with him.

"Oh, my God!" she said under her breath.

"I can't help it, Mom," her son answered as he rubbed his right hand slowly up and down the gigantic cock-bulge between his legs.

"Ohhh, don't-I-no." Anna said confusedly as she fought the steamy feeling that was firing up her cunt.

"Please," Greg begged desperately as he slid his hand up to the tip of his prick and squeezed the knob between his thumb and forefinger.

Suddenly something snapped inside of Anna. Nothing mattered any more except her son and his cock. The air between them grew hot, thick and heavy with sexual electricity. Anna could feel her clit swelling up like a balloon while her nipples scratched angrily at her bra. All she could think of now was Greg's hot, sweaty cock jamming into her snatch.

"Ohhhh, baby, baby," Anna cooed as she ran up to him and fell to her knees. She brought her face down to Greg's bulging crotch and started working on his cock with her lips through the shorts. The feel of Anna's mouth through his shorts drove Greg wild. Anna seemed to know the rhythm of his cock-throbbing and timed her oral massage to get the maximum spasm from her son.

"Ohhhh, Greg, you've got a king-sized cock there, just like your father," Anna moaned as she pulled her face away from her son's crotch for a second.

"Mom, suck it. Suck it!" Greg groaned as he lowered his hands and clamped his fingers around Anna's head.

She went back to the bulge in his shorts, lip-massaging his dick more methodically. She started at the base of her son's cloth-imprisoned prick, working her way up to the top, then sliding back down to the base again. Over and over she repeated the action until Greg began to lose control of himself. Automatically he started bunching his powerful thighs back and forth, arching his back to force his cock against Anna's hot, flushed face.

"Oooooh! JEEEsus! OOOOOHHHHH, MOM, SUCK IT! SUCK THAT COCK!" Anna's heart pounded like a trip hammer. She was making her son lose control fast. She wanted to drive him up to the edge of a come with her lips, then slip her swollen cunt-lips around the head of his thickly veined cock and drive it deep into her gushing hole.

She reached up and slowly unbuttoned the fly of his gym shorts, watching tuft after tuft of black kinky crotch hair poke out. When she unfastened the third button, Greg's red, rubbery cock flew out and throbbed wildly in the air.

"OOOOHHH!" Anna cried out as Greg's prick slapped her across the nose. Her son took advantage of her open mouth and thrust his cock hard against Anna's parted lips.

"MMMmgfff!" she mumbled as she moved her tongue around his cock-head. Anna drove her tongue around and around Greg's twitching prick, teasing, poking and stroking the hot, sensitive skin as she drove her son closer to the edge.

"UNNNGH! Oh, God, Mom! ARRRGH! Oh, fuckin' shit! Suck it, Mom! OHHH, SUCK ME OFF!" Greg screamed mindlessly as he stabbed his hot dick farther down his mother's throat, Anna moved back slightly until only her son's cock-head was between her massaging lips. Slowly she slid her tongue over its silky surface, drawing off the beads of cum that were beginning to leak from the piss-slit. She replaced them with a layer of her saliva and teased the edges of the hole and felt new fluid seep out into her mouth.

"UHHhhh! Oh, God! Uhhhh!" Greg groaned as he started to rotate his ass-cheeks, churning his cock inside his mother's mouth.

Anna saw that Greg was about to shoot. She backed off again and stared at her son's twitching dong. It jerked frantically, screaming for those hot sucking lips for relief. The veins in his cock throbbed and looked like they were ready to explode through the taut, reddened skin. Beads of cum mixed with Anna's spittle glistened on the pulsing, purple head of Greg's cock. Anna reached up and tightly clamped her slender fingers around the boy's throbbing dong.

"Easy, easy," she said. "It's too soon." The firm pressure around his prick brought Greg back down to earth. When Anna saw that Greg had calmed down a little, she released her grip and slid her hand under her son's muscular ass-cheeks. At the same time she slid her other hand up her skirt until it bumped against her quivering, puffy snatch-lips. Simultaneously she stuck one finger sharply up Greg's shitter while she drove her other fingers up against her exploding clit.

"NNNGH!" Greg cried out as he jerked back and forth, trying to get away from his mother's invading finger. At the same time Anna noticed that her son's cock jerked wildly in her mouth as she continued to ream his tight asshole.

"Nooooo!" he cried out again, this time breaking free of his mother's gentle grip. "That's something I should be doing to you," he panted as he reached down and started unbuttoning her dress.

"Here, I'll do that," Anna said, getting up and taking her son gently by the hand. "If we're going to fuck, I'd like to do it somewhere else besides in front of the refrigerator." Greg laughed and nodded as he followed his mother into her bedroom. Anna nearly tore the buttons off her dress as she watched Greg slide his shorts down to the floor and kick them into the far corner. He leaped into bed and rolled over on his back, propping his head up on one of the pillows and staring at her as she reached back and unsnapped her bra.

"Whew!" Greg whistled as her huge tits sprang free.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Anna whispered excitedly as she felt another fresh torrent of cunt-juice seep out of her hot hole and soak into her panties.

"Ummmm, looks like you're a little wet," Greg said, smiling as he continued to stroke his powerful, jerking rod.

"Ohhhhh," Anna answered, running her fingers sensuously up and down her heaving jugs, pinching her half-inch-long brown, stiff nipples while she ground her thighs together. Tiny electric spasms rippled through her puffy labes as their slippery edges worked together with every grinding movement she made.

"Come over here," Greg commanded hoarsely as Anna shoved her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her juice-saturated panties and pushed them to her knees.

"Yessss, yes!" Anna moaned breathlessly, staring at Greg's jerking cock. Her cunt spasmed wildly, aching to be stuffed to the hilt with her son's thick, long, cum-dripping prick. "Yes! Ohhh, yessss!" Anna walked slowly to the bed and sat down on the edge, reaching over and running her right forefinger slowly up and down her son's steaming prick. He groaned and closed his eyes, hunching up his thighs as Anna moved her hand down and cupped her fingers around his heavy, hairy fuck-sac.

"OOOOoooooh, fuck! Shit! I want you! I want to jam my goddamned prick into your snatch!" Greg opened his eyes and reached over with his right hand, running the tips of his fingers slightly over her swollen, reddened outer labes. Anna tossed back her head and squirmed uneasily on the bed as a scream of unspeakable pleasure started up from her contracting gut and shot out of her mouth.

"ARRRRRGHHH! OHHHH, JEEESUS, FUCK MEEE! FUCK MEEE!" she screamed out loud as she squeezed Greg's balls tightly between her fingers.

Greg's fingers were coated with another load of steaming cunt-juice as he continued to jam his fingers deeper and deeper into Anna's contracting, sucking cunt-hole.

"I can't take this!" she groaned as she rolled over and positioned her hairy snatch directly over Greg's purple, oozing cock-head. "Squeeze my tits," she pleaded as she lowered her crotch closer and closer to her son's hard, hot dick.

"Mmmmmm," Greg groaned as he felt the tips of Anna's wiry cunt hairs tickle the edges of his leaking piss-slit.

"OHHHHH! ARRRGH!" the woman shrieked as her son clamped his powerful, thick fingers around her swollen tits and mashed in her taut, itching nipples. Anna took a deep breath, then lowered herself completely until Greg's cock-head parted her puffy cunt-lips and slid into her trembling fuck-hole.

"OHHhhhh, Mom! How does this feel in your cunt?" her son asked as he let go of her right tit and slid his fingers down until they bumped against her trembling, erect clit. Anna thought her snatch would explode when Greg ran his fingers slowly back and forth over her swollen passion-bud.

"S-S-Stop! Ooooh, noooo!

PLLLLEEAASSSE! OH, GOD! DON'T MAKE ME COME NNNNOOOWW!" Anna screamed incoherent phrases as she swirled her ass around and around her son's hairy, muscular groin. Her tits flopped noisily against her heaving, sweaty chest as she slid up and down Greg's stiff pole.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Greg moaned under his breath each time his mother slid her juicing snatch down his throbbing dick. He jammed his thighs up, burying his prick in her oozing hole with one hard lunge.

"OOOAAAARRRRGHHHH!" Anna screamed, feeling her mind blow out as a violent series of pre-orgasmic spasms tore through her trembling pussy.

"I can't hold out!" Greg panted as he started hunching his hips wildly up and down. Anna reciprocated, bouncing her ass-cheeks against his heaving thighs. She squeezed her cunt muscles tightly together, gripping her son's cock like a great, slick fleshy vise. Her nipples twitched wildly as Greg let go of her clit and went back to her swollen tits, squeezing the spongy flesh desperately.

"OH, YESSSS! YFSSSSS! I-I-I'M COMING! OH, FUCK! I'M COMING!" Anna screamed, feeling the scalding heat building up deep in her belly and rocketing towards her clit. In an instant she felt one contraction, then another, and then another, racking her twat as she bucked, heaved, thrashed, and writhed from side to side in animal fury.

"ARRRGHHF!" Anna cried as her eyes glazed over with ecstasy.

"MOM! MOM! UNNGHHH!" Greg screamed out. Anna's screams and spasms pushed him over the edge. He felt his lava-like jizz. Now out of his jouncing balls and explode into his jerking, cunt-embedded cock. It spewed out of his expanded piss-slit and spattered against her trembling cunt walls. It exploded out of his jerking dick in rhythmic beats as he dug his fingers into his mother's aching tits.

"ARRRGHH! UNNGH! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" the boy screamed as spurt after spurt of hot cum blew into Anna's contracting cunt-hole. Their orgasm seemed to last for hours as the two of them shrieked, moaned, and bucked on the squeaking bed.

Finally the last spasm swept over Anna's beating clit and she collapsed forward on top of her groaning son.

"Ohhhh, Mom!" Greg panted out as he kissed Anna lightly on her sweaty forehead.

"Ohhh, baby, that was fantastic!" Anna said, squeezing her cunt muscles again around her son's softening prick. "I don't think I've ever come that hard. Even with your father." "Jeeez, Dad. I wonder how he'd feel about this," Greg said guiltily as he looked into his mother's eyes.

Anna swallowed hard. The guilt she'd forgotten came back again. How could she ever explain this to Paul? And would it happen again? She looked into her son's eyes and felt her heart skip a beat.

Anna knew that it would.

"I'll have to think that one out," Anna said as she raised her ass and slid off Greg's limp prick. "But right now, how about a shower to clean up?" Greg smiled at her and rolled out of bed.

"Then dinner, and maybe after... ?" he said, bending over her and stroking her tits.

"We'll see," Anna said, feeling her clit tingle again as Greg's powerful fingers squeezed her tit-flesh gently.

While her son was in the shower, Anna lay on the bed and thought dreamily of what had just happened. Her son's hairy, muscular chest heaving with passion; his thick, hot cock sliding in and out of her mouth; his balls jangling and contracting as wad after wad of hot jizz blew into her cunt-all these things floated in. her mind as Anna dreamily strummed her twitching clit.

Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. Anna debated whether or not she should answer it, then thought of her car and Greg's bike outside. Whoever was out there would become suspicious if someone didn't answer the door.