On Her Own Pt 02

Harold and Doreen - Yesterday

Doreen let out a soft moan of pleasure as she sat astride Harold Dennings and rode his large, thick cock as it filled her fifty-five-year-old shaven pussy. She still looked sensational. Sexy and beautiful. Harold always tells her that she reminds him of a younger Helen Mirren. Although she must admit, Helen Mirren still looked good for her age. Doreen had years to go before she reached that golden status. Harold had come by, calling first of course, to see if she could join him for lunch, but as they hugged and kissed when he arrived to pick her up, one thing led to another and, as always, they ended up in bed together. Typical of their relationship, but she loved it, and she loved Harold more than anything.

Looking down at him, she smiled as his hard cock slid up and down inside her as she raised her hips. She had tied his hands to the bed posts using the nylons she was wearing when he stopped by. He was enjoying the ride for sure as his eyes were closed and his face full of pleasure. Leaning forward, she kissed him softly, letting her tongue lick along his lips until he opened up and sucked her in. The sucking pull on her tongue caused her to moan and pause her hips. She sat there enjoying the fullness of his cock while he sucked on her tongue like a baby to a teat.

Slipping his hands free, Harold sat them both up and moved Doreen aside, so that he could get behind her. She smiled at his forceful nature though, and was ready for anything. As he positioned himself behind her and eased her onto her hands and knees, she felt the cold slickness of lube being applied to her asshole. Her eyes widened, and she got up and turned around. "Oh no you don't." She said, shaking a finger at him.

"Oh yes, I will." Harold countered and puffed his chest out, lubing up his cock generously. "Now bend over or be disciplined."

Doreen feigned shock and tried to get off the bed. Harold grabbed her and easily picked her up and laid her across his lap. Doreen tried to get away but couldn't. Harold was just too strong. She could feel his slick cock pressing up against her as he caressed her ass. She knew what was coming next, and tried to brace herself for the hard smack of his palm against her bottom. She winced just as the first palm strike slapped her bare flesh. It stung, but her pussy began to throb wonderfully. She knew Harold could feel her dripping onto his thigh. She was that aroused, and that wet.

Another smack, and she let out a loud cry, and turned to him. "Fuck you," she said, spitting at him. Harold looked down at the spit on his chest, wiped it off with his palm, and brought his hand down hard. The added wetness of his open palm stunk even more, but her pussy was on fire. Doreen winced and arched her back as the pain shot through her. Her pussy dripping, her nipples hard enough to cut diamonds, she let out a whimper and shook her ass.

"I need more, Darling, Mommy needs to be punished," she said, looking back at him. "I've been bad, Baby."

Harold caressed her cheeks softly. He loved the warmth of her firm ass. She always did have a sexy ass. When he was younger, and before their relationship blossoming into what it is now, he always loved how perfect her ass was, and how nice it looked in anything that she wore. They were slightly red now from his spankings. His cock was throbbing and pressing against her. He pulled back and smacked her ass cheek again, eliciting a yelp from her. She was writhing more now, her ass stinging with each delicious smack, but she shook her ass at him again, and that was their signal for more.

Harold loved his mother above most everything. He would never hurt her short of the sexual spankings she loved getting from him. He wasn't sure when that started, maybe when he was nineteen. He couldn't remember, but he knew he enjoyed it. Being able to spank your mother was a thrill most don't get to enjoy. However, being inside her intimately and bringing her to orgasm could never be topped.

After a few more smacks, her firm ass was glowing red. She was whimpering softly. Harold caressed her burning cheeks and motioned for her to get up. She did, and stood before him, her head down. She looked "in her place" as she liked to put it. Although his mother was a bit "more refined" than most and had an air of sophistication about her, deep down she was still the kinky little minx she had always been. She loved his spankings, and she loved a good ass fucking afterward. When her ass is on fire and her cheeks are sore and red, sliding into her she said was the best feeling in the world to accompany an orgasm.

"Are you ready then?" He asked, placing his hands on her hips. She nodded. Despite her demure change in attitude, he knew she was aroused, and as he slipped his fingers between her thighs, and she parted them slightly, he could feel how wet she was. Harold licked his fingers and stood up. Guiding her to the bed she crawled up and presented her ass to him. "One more for the win, Darling." She smiled. Harold smiled, brought his open palm back, and struck her ass with a loud smack. Doreen jumped and took in a sharp breath as she winced from the sting of the slap. Her clit was throbbing though, and she knew now that she was ready.

Climbing up on the bed, she bent over and presented her ass to her son. Harold smiled and reapplied more lube to her tight asshole, making sure to thoroughly lube her before coating his still-hard cock with a liberal amount. He smiled as he crawled up behind her and slid his hard cock between her cheeks and slid it up and down slowly. She moaned and pressed herself back against him.

"Oh come on, Darling, no teasing." She said, looking back at him with a pout.

Harold nodded with a smile and aimed his cock at her tight sphincter and pushed inward. She opened up easily for him. They weren't new to this. They had been mother and son for all of his life, but lovers since he was eighteen. In that time he has been inside her tight ass on numerous occasions. His mother loved a good spanking before he fucked her in the ass. It made her feel bad, yet good at the same time.

Harold pushed himself in slowly, moving forward until his pubic hair touched her firm flesh. Doreen let out a loud groan and brought her head back in deep pleasure. Her ass was on fire, and the feeling of it being penetrated by his big cock was next to nothing. It hurt, and it burned, sending pleasure throughout her body, but it didn't take but a few good thrusts and she came hard. The arousing sting of the spanking and the full sensation of his cock buried deep inside her ass was too much. Doreen arched her back downward and her shoulders back as her body jerked and went into spasms. Her ass rocked back and forth over his hard cock as he pumped inside her with fast and almost fluid-like motions.

She felt her insides being pounded as her asshole moved back and forth. Reaching under herself, she found her wetness and slipped two fingers inside herself. Her hand moved furiously in and out and around her clit until she felt Harold jerk while thrusting. She knew he was about to climax.

"Cum inside mommy's ass, Darling...do mommy proud and cum hard for me."

Harold gripped her hips and picked up his pace. He knew just how much force he could put into each thrust to avoid hurting her. He pounded inside her until he felt his peak being achieved and let go. Thick jets of cum pulsed through his cock, and painted the inside of her rectum with its warmth. Doreen cried out, cumming again from the hot cum filling her ass and the pleasure she gave herself. Both mother and son came together, shaking and crying out in deep guttural groans before collapsing together on the bed.

Doreen moved over to her son and up his body until they were face to face. They kissed and breathed heavily as their bodies slowly came down off their highs.

As they relaxed, Harold holding her close and kissing the top of her head, she smiled.

Brenda and Henry - Today

Brenda hummed as she put the final touches on the large pan of lasagna she had spent the morning preparing. Her men loved her lasagna. She made it thick, and full of delicious cheeses and spices, meat and pasta sauce. As she added a final sprinkling of parmesan cheese, Henry, her son walked up behind her, slipped his arms around her softly, and kissed her on the cheek as he hugged her. She smiled.

It had been a month since she discovered his secret stash of porn and the fact that he had a penchant for smelling her panties while he masturbated. The thought of him using something so personal and intimate of hers to bring himself to orgasm aroused her more than anything. She had begun masturbating solely in his room where she could be among his manly aromas. She would wear his shirts and enjoy the musky scent of his sweat while she masturbated to fantasies of the two of them. If she used her dildo she could imagine him taking her from behind while she buried her face into his pillow as she soaked in his manly aroma.

"What are you up to, Brat?" She asked, reaching down and holding his arm to her stomach. She caressed his strong forearm and loved the feeling of him being so close.

Henry reached up and dragged his finger along the edge of the pasta, scooped up a fingertip full of pasta sauce, and brought it to her lips. She smiled and sucked his finger softly and smiled. His eyes closed as the feel of her lips and the wetness of her tongue moved over his finger. He winked and pumped his finger gently between her lips, she laughed. "Stop that, you tease." she smiled.

"Ok, I'll stop." He feigned, starting to move away. Brenda laughed more and pulled him back close.

"Get back here." She said, turning to face him. She slipped her arms around his thick muscular waist and, moved in close. Looking up at him and into his big brown eyes, she pursed her lips. "Give your mom a kiss."

Henry smiled, leaned in, and kissed her softly on the lips. Both felt that instant spark as their lips touched. Brenda felt his arms pull her closer, his hands on the small of her back. He held her with arms, that on the football field, tossed young men aside like rag dolls. His hands, large and powerful, caressed her gently, sending the warmest of feelings through her body. The kiss lingered, and the warmth spread to her loins. She felt herself becoming aroused and her body humming with sensations she normally felt when she was having good sex or masturbating to thoughts of the two of them.

Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, the two parted reluctantly, staring at each other. Brenda smiled and handed him the pan of lasagna to put in the refrigerator just as her husband walked in the kitchen. Brenda noticed the fact that he was carrying his golf bag and smiled.

"Lasagna for dinner tonight, Pop." Henry smiled, showing him the pan. "If you're late, I get your half, right?"

Harold laughed. "You're big, Son, but I'll fight you when it comes to your mother's lasagna."

Henry laughed.

"I'll probably hit the clubhouse for a beer afterward, but I'll be home in time for dinner." Harold smiled, leaning in and kissing Brenda. She felt a spark, but it was nowhere near as strong or as wonderful as when she kissed Henry. She loved her husband, but she knew there was something there that dimmed that spark, and she knew it wasn't her.

"If you are going to stay late, call or send me a message, k'?"

"Will do." Harold smiled, kissing her again."

When he left, Brenda turned and looked for Henry, but he was gone. She smiled and headed upstairs to her room and closed the door. She had been in the kitchen most of the morning putting together dinner and felt the need to take a shower. Pulling off her shirt and unhooking her bra, she let it slip forward and pulled it away. She turned and covered her breasts quickly as if by instinct when the bedroom door opened, but then uncovered them and moved her hands to her hips when she saw Henry leaning against the door frame with an apple.

Henry had been feeling brave all morning. Today was the day he was going to try something, anything, with her, and win or lose, at least he tried. He knew that she felt the same way about him. Why else would she leave her panties for him to use? They always smelled of her, and he was pretty sure she had masturbated in them to give them that added aroma that never failed to get him really hard. Her breasts looked perfect. They were firm, round and her nipples a soft pink and puffing out as he looked at her. She was showing them to him. He wanted to grin like some overly excited kid who had seen breasts for the first time, but he had seen plenty of them before, but these weren't just any pair of tits. They were hers, and they weren't just sexy, they were beautiful.

"You know, it was Eve who brought the apple, and had Adam take a bite that started everything, right?" she smiled, walking over and taking a bite as he watched.

"I don't think Adam ever realized what wondrous things were waiting for him," Henry said, placing his hands on her naked sides and moving them slowly up to the sides of her breasts. He felt their warmth and firmness as he gently caressed them, moving his large thumbs to her nipples. They hardened under his touch, and she moaned softly. She closed her eyes and let his touch envelope her. Her loins were hot, and her pussy wet as she enjoyed the touch of her son.

She didn't care about what was right or wrong at that moment. Her moral fiber was not even engaged. She only wanted him at that moment. But as he leaned in and kissed her, she stopped him.

"No, not in here. Take me to your room."

Henry nodded and scooped her up into his arms effortlessly, and carried her down the hall. Brenda held onto his thick neck and kissed him as he stopped to open the door to his room.

The rush of his room's aroma greeted her as always. It smelled manly. Strong and every bit of him. As he laid her down on the bed, she smiled as he took off his shirt.

His thick chest flexed as he tossed his shirt aside. He looked big and strong, powerful, yet she knew he would be gentle with her.

Brenda lifted her hips and unsnapped her shorts. As she lay back, she let her thighs open. Henry smiled at the sight of her open thighs. He could see the white crotch of her panties peeking out from the thin denim material of her shorts and felt his cock hardening more than it had been. Reaching down, he took hold of her shorts pulled them down her legs, and tossed them aside. She lay there, watching him as he leaned down over her. They kissed again, their lips touching, mouths parting and their tongues exploring as his hands felt for the snap of his jeans and opened them.

Her hands pushed the denim material down until his cock, bulging from behind his white briefs, pushed itself out and open to her touch. Her fingers moved along the thick and rigid bulge and down to his balls. Henry let out a soft groan as her hand stroked him through the material. Reaching down, he pushed his underwear down and released his hard cock. Brenda gasped as his cock, hard and warm, fell into her waiting hand. It felt heavy and thick. Looking down, she was surprised to see he was larger than her husband. He was thicker, and the veins were more prominent and made his cock look stronger.

He was rock hard and at least eight and a half inches. A drop of pre-cum beaded up at the tip. Brenda grasped his cock and stroked it gently before pushing him back and leaning in. She took his cock in her mouth and tasted the sweet and salty drops that dripped from him. His cock was warm and as rigid as steel as she moved her head over him and back. Her eyes fluttered at the feel of his cock going back and forth over her lips and tongue, down her throat and back.

Henry couldn't believe the moment was happening. Her mouth felt wonderful on his cock. For so long he had dreamt and fantasized of her, and the love they could make together. Now, here she was, sucking his cock like he always wanted. He groaned, his hands on her shoulders as he looked down to see her enjoying the feel of him.

"Oh fuck that's so good...fuck." He breathed.

Henry was not a virgin by any means. He had throngs of lady friends, most of who would sleep with him at the drop of a hat, and more than a few he took up on their offers. He had even banged a few of his female teachers, but his mother was the only one that he wanted. All the others were just women he fucked to get experience for when or if he ever got to have his mother. Although he would have preferred she be the one to take his virginity, he knew it would never work out that way. It was a sacrifice he had been willing to make to get good at sex for her sake, even if it never happened with her.

But it was. His eyes closed as the sensations her mouth was causing him were immeasurable. She was taking her time to enjoy it. Her hands stroked his cock as she sucked, and gently massaged his balls at the same time. He wondered if his father ever had it this good. He moved her hair aside so that he could see her better. Watching her enjoy herself and seeing his cock slide back and forth through her lips.

When she pulled away from his cock and looked up at him, her hand still jerking him off, he thought that he was going to blow off right then and there. She looked so fucking sexy at that moment. She got up and kissed his chest as she pushed his cock between her thighs and moved her hips, dragging her wet pantied pussy back and forth over him as they kissed. It was then that Brenda thought that she was going to climax, and moved back and lay on the bed. Henry stood back off of the bed and undressed.

Brenda was in awe at the sight of him. She had seen him in shorts, even brief glimpses of him in his underwear, but to see him completely nude was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. His cock, still rock hard, bobbed in front of him like a small baseball bat ready to swing. She watched as he gripped it in his big hand and stroked it for her. Her clit throbbed, begging for her attention. Her lips parted as she slid her hand between her thighs and dipped a finger between her lips.

"Come to momma, Henry." She said, opening her legs wide.

Harold and Doreen - Earlier

Harold whistled as he set his golf bag in the trunk and got in the car. Buckling up, he then started the car and backed up out of the driveway. "Call Mom." he said, and the panel on the dash flashed "Calling Mom".

After a few rings, Doreen answered. "Yes, Baby."

"I am on my way, Ma, are you ready to go play a few?"

"I have my clubs all ready to go, and a small bottle of bourbon tucked away for emergencies." She said with a small laugh. "How are Brenda and Henry doing today?"

"Oh, they're just fine. Bren made a huge lasagna for dinner, and I think Henry is going to make his move soon."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, when I came down the stairs before I left, Henry had the biggest erection stretching the limits of his pants that I had ever seen, and he was with Bren in the kitchen. He probably thinks that I didn't notice, but I did, and Bren I am sure saw it too."

"Those two just need to hurry up and fuck."

Harold chuckled. "In due time, Ma, and speaking of, how about a quickie before we hit the green?"

"Sounds like a date, Darling."

Brenda and Henry

Henry slid in between her thighs and let his cock graze against her clit and wet lips. She moaned, reached down, and pressed him against her as he moved his hips. Brenda moaned, loving the steel-hard feel of his cock "buttering" her up. After a few good strokes, Henry pulled back and placed the knob of his cock at her lips and pushed in slowly.

Brenda arched upwards as her pussy stretched and filled with his hard cock. Her legs quivered as the sensation of him moving inside her caused her to have a mini orgasm. Her pussy was full, and when he began to move back and forth, the repeated empty and full feeling of his pumping cock soon had her moaning loudly.