"Bobby! Why are you—What are you doing here?" Alice stammered. She flushed, and she imagined that her face must be almost as red as her hair.
Bobby just smiled broadly. "You ask a lot of questions, Mom. I'm gettin' ready to fuck you, that's what I'm doing."
He was already on his knees between Alice's legs, spreading her slim, toned thighs with his strong young hands. Too stunned to move, Alice could only watch as her son lowered his face to her pussy. His breath was soft and warm on the sensitive flesh of her cuntal folds.
The tiniest "oh!" was all that escaped Alice's lips when Bobby started licking and kissing and probing her open slit with his tongue—but when he finally closed his lips around the bud of her clit and gently sucked, she screamed and gyrated wildly and clawed at the carpet.
"Oops!" Bobby raised his head. "Don't cum. Not yet." He leaned forward to kiss his mother full on the mouth...a long, lingering kiss, as his tongue darted between her softly parted, astonished lips. She tasted her own juices on his mouth.
"Please don't," Alice pleaded, breaking the kiss.
"I won't put my dick in you, Mom," Bobby said reassuringly. "Not unless you ask me to."
He rolled onto his side next to his mother, folding his arms around her and holding her close. Alice immediately regretted her instinctive moment of hesitation and resistance. She desperately wanted cock. Yet she couldn't fuck her own son. She couldn't!
But oh how she needed to cum with a man inside!
Bobby's body was all sinew and hard angles, taut muscle with no excess fat. His prick was a big one, maybe the biggest she'd seen. She supposed that might have simply been her motherly bias; after all, what mother didn't think of her own son as the very best?
Alice supposed there was only one way to judge for certain: direct comparison where it mattered.
Bobby nudged her onto her side and cuddled up closer behind her, pressing his hard chest and stomach against her back. It felt good, even more so when he reached around from behind, cupped her big boobs and lightly tweaked her nipples.
Better still was the feeling of his big, rigid prick gliding against the crack of her ass. So good, and yet she thought it a little awkward, too. Perhaps it wasn't too comfortable for Bobby to have his cock trapped that way.
Alice lifted and bent one leg, stretching it back over Bobby's hip and resting her high-arched foot along the back of his thigh.
Seeing his opening, Bobby slid his prick between his mother's legs so that it stuck out in front beneath her crotch.
It looked to Alice as if the long shaft curving rising up between her thighs was part of her. In a way it was...and it
should
be, she thought. She couldn't resist touching it, trailing her fingers along the underside and up to the big cock-head. It was slick with warm pre-cum, ready for a fuck.
"Oh God this is hot." Alice heard one of the women on the sofa mutter in a voice so low and guttural that she couldn't tell whether it was Elaine or Jamie. Nor did it matter anymore that they were there, watching, or what they were doing while they watched.
