The days had become weeks, then months, and now Allie and Jack, her son, had become comfortable as lovers. Tom, her husband couldn't satisfy her with his wounded penis, oh, he could get it up, but it was only three inches long and very ugly to look at. Allie shuddered when she thought of it, so she pushed it from her mind, and her love life. She had found her son was only too happy to become her lover. She needed it badly, even more now that it had become such a perverse act; her desire just seemed to grow.
Now Jack and Allie made every opportunity into a sexual excursion, like today they were going to the beach. Allie backed the car out and followed his instructions. It was a bright, hot day, and the beach was crowded, but Jack directed her down a side road to a deserted point. She pulled to a stop and stared at him questioningly. He was all business now.
"Got a blanket? No? Guess this hit you unexpected, huh? Well, I'm always willing to help Mom here take my shirt to sit on. Take your dress off, do it nice and slow, now, give me a good show so I can get ready for you. Though I don't need much," he said, looking down at his pants and seeing the hard bulge. He sat back against a sand dune, legs widespread and motioned her to him.
Allie knelt in front of him and, hand shaking, unzipped his pants. His massive pecker sprang out, already engorged. She moaned slightly and reached for it, but he pushed her hand away.
"No, strip for me, Mom, let's see you first," he pleaded, circling his prick with his thumb and forefinger. "Make it good and hard, and I'll fuck you! If you do a good job, well..." he shrugged.
Allie put her hands behind her neck and unzipped her dress, trying to remember how the stripper she had seen in Vegas did it. She moved her hips slightly to an imagined bump and grind routine and slowly let the dress fall to the ground. She was still in her white bathing suit, and she revolved slowly in front of him, thrusting out her pelvis, bending so he could see the swell of her breasts. She unhooked the top of the suit in back and let one breast fall free, still holding it to her other boob, teasing him. She gathered the material in her hands and pressed it to her chest, rubbing her tits with it, then let it fall to the ground, revealing the full swell of her tits. She cupped her hands under her breasts and let her fingers trail over the creamy surface, pinching the nipples until they stood erect.
"Oh, yeah, that's good. Rub them, honey," Jack gasped, hypnotized by the action of her hands. He rubbed his prick slowly, savoring the strip tease. "The pants. Take off the pants. Let me see your cunt."
Allie smiled. She felt in control now as she excited her son. It was obvious he wanted her badly now, and she proposed to make him frantic with lust before she let him enter her. She turned her back to him and bent over, pulling the white bikini pants off her full ass, revealing the twin moons of her buttocks to his view. She ran her hand over the cheeks of her ass, parting the crack, showing a brief glimpse of her puckered asshole, bending over so he could see the shadow of her cunt from behind. She straightened and turned again, facing him, hooking her thumbs in the top of her pants and inching them down, revealing a few reddish curls. She looked him full in the eyes, licking her full lips with her wet tongue.
"Like it, Jack? Want to see more of my cunt?" she asked softly.
"Yeah. Show me your twat, Mom. Take off the pants and show it to me!" Jack grunted. He had pulled off his jeans now, and he sat before her naked, his cock jerking with excitement.
Allie slowly slid the panties off, revealing her luxuriant pubic bush, and stepped out of them. She stood before him nude, her hands covering her bush, smiling at him lewdly. She was unbearably excited. She could feel the moisture trickling from her overheated cunt. She walked in front of him, moving her hands and spreading her legs so he could gaze at her. One hand held apart the fleshy lips of her cunt. She was only inches away from him now, and her female odor reached his nostrils. They twitched at the enticing smell, and he grabbed upward, bringing her cunt against his mouth, inhaling the musky odor, lapping fiercely at the dripping cunt.
"Oh—yes...suck it," she squealed, her knees buckling. She slumped onto him, her twat mashing into his face.
He licked up and down, his nose bumping against her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her.
"Eat me out, darling, eat my cunt!" she moaned, squatting over him. Her body writhed as it sought the satisfaction denied since yesterday, her hips twisting and undulating on his tongue, her cunt dripping pussy nectar down his willing throat. And Jack complied, doing his best to swallow the flood of juice, slurping valiantly at the demanding cunt, sticking his tongue into her hole and twirling around, nibbling at the nub of her clitoris. She came quickly, convulsing wildly, gushing into his mouth. She fell on the sand beside him.
"Oh, that was fantastic. You're a great cunt lapper," she babbled, not quite believing she had finally found the release she had craved so violently.
"Turn over," Jack said roughly. He was extremely aroused—her strip tease had almost made him shoot and he had controlled himself with difficulty as he ate her cunt. He wanted something else—something he had promised himself to have someday. He wanted to plunge his pecker into the steaming depths of her ass! He turned her over and spread her cheeks, staring enraptured at the puckered rose of her asshole. "Oh baby, this is going to be great!" he muttered, bending down and licking the crack of her ass. It tasted salty, not at all unpleasant. His tongue found the tiny hole and bored in, licking the tight dry walls, lubricating them for his entrance.
"Wha—what are you doing?" Allie hissed. "Not there. In my cunt. Do it in my cunt."
"Hell no, baby. I'm going to cornhole you," Jack answered, spitting in one hand and greasing his pole. "Just relax."
