It was almost seven o'clock in the morning and the sun had just peeked above the trees. Janice had been awakened by a dream that left her moist between her legs. Janice leaned against the door frame to her sleeping son's bedroom in the top to her blue teddy. She remembered how her pussy felt a week ago after Jamal had fucked her in her sleep as she looked at the tent his morning hard-on was making of the covers.
She thought that maybe Jamal wasn't as worthless as his father had been after all. She moved silently barefoot across the carpet to the side of his bed and slowly moved the covers from his sleeping body. She was surprised to see that he was sleeping nude. His cock looked huge compared to all the men she had before. She was daring to say that it was the biggest she had ever seen, which was saying a lot.
Janice gasped the shaft of Jamal's big dick as she straddled him, and causing him to wake.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Jamal asked surprised waking to find his mother getting on top of him.
"I'm getting me a good morning fuck," she mused as she brought her pussy down on his hard cock.
The feel of her warm wet pussy around his cock shook any thoughts of moral convictions he might have come up with away.
"Here, suck my titties," she said removing the teddy top and leaning over him.
Jamal took hold of his mother's big utters and captured one of the dark hard nipples in his mouth. He thrust his massive tool into her as he felt her coming down on it.
"Mmmm...shit, boy. That feels good," she said picking up the tempo of her rocking motion on his cock.
Jamal thrust his cock up to match his mother's rhythm.
Their motion caused the mattress to squeak and the head board to bag against the wall. Janice was almost leaping off the bed as she road her stud. Jamal was driving his cock as hard as he could; grunting with each and every stroke.
"Yes! Gaud dammit! That's it!" Janice cried out as she came pressing herself down hard on his cock and rolling her hips around.
Jamal rolled his mother over onto her back and lifted her legs up on his shoulders. He pressed his feet against the foot rail for leverage as he drove his morning steel rod into the pussy that gave him birth. His muscles strained as he plowed into her with every once of strength he could muster.
"O' shit!" Janice cried out as she began to cum again.
Jamal was relentless in his thrusts. He felt no reason to show her any mercy. He only had the desire to fuck her through the mattress.
Sweat splashed from Jamal's body as he huffed and grunted like a tri-athlete during a marathon run. His cock felt num as he pounded into his mother's pussy again and again. He was doing his best to show her that she was nothing more than a piece of pussy to him.
Janice gasped for breath as she felt her son's cock pushing against her cervix. He clearly had more dick than she had ever experienced before. Her body felt like one big spasm. Her pussy juices splattered out by the piston that drove in and out of her.
Jamal felt like he was getting a second wind as he doubled his mother over more under him. He grunted louder and clinched his jaw. She would really know what it's like to be fucked by him.
The vibration made by the bed hitting the wall caused pictures to fall crashing to the floor and posters to loose their pins. The sun beamed through the window heating the smell of sex, making it grow thick.
With every stroke, Jamal's dick felt like it was getting harder. The more he fucked her the more he wanted to fuck her, but as inevitable as it is, he felt himself about to cum.
Jamal pushed his mother's legs off his shoulders as he withdrew his cock from her warn pussy. Holding his cock in one hand, he straddled her large tits and shoved his dick into his mother's surprised mouth. Cum shot from the corners of her mouth as she choked from having his cock pushed into her throat. He held it in her mouth until the last drop of his thick cream was spent.
Janice held her head over the side of the bed gasping to catch her breath as Jamal grabbed his jeans and headed off to the shower. Janice curled in the fetal position still feeling the pressure from her son's cock between her legs.
Jamal didn't go back to his bedroom where his mother still lay in his bed. He grabbed a beer and a pack of his mother's cigarettes from the frig and walked to the park. He dick was still throbbing from fucking his mother. For the first time, he felt like he showed her that he was a man. She was just another bitch that he could fuck when he pleased.
The thought of Ms. Williams came to his mind as he finished the beer. He hadn't made her pay the way he had intended for keeping her secret. He wouldn't have told anyone until she implied that he would. He had only rubbed his hand briefly across her ass since the first time. He knew that Eric was way with his father and it was also the day that Ms. Williams did her laundry.
Jamal had a smirk on his face when he rounded the house to his best friend's back yard. Sandra Williams was hanging clothes on the line to let them air dry. "Hi Ms. Williams," he said cheerfully.
"O' hi, Jamal," Sandra replied. She felt confident that Jamal had given up on holding her to their deal. She knew there had been many times that he could have held her to their agreement, but had passed them up. "Eric is still with his father and won't be back until Wednesday," she said.
"Yeah, I know...I was just passing by," Jamal lied. "Here, let me give you a hand with this." He reached down and picked up the large basket of clothes that she had taken down off the line while she picked up a smaller one.
"Thank you," she said leading the way into the two-story house. "It's hot out there, would you like something to drink?"
Jamal dick jerked in his jeans when she bent over to put the basket on the floor. "Ya, thanks," he said looking away not wanting to give her a clue that he was checking her out.
"I got beer," she said laughing.
