"Greg, could you
please
not throw wet towels on the bathroom floor?"
"Mom, leaving the towels on the floor is how room service knows to replace them. Read the damn sign."
"Well, I say it's just lazy."
Greg Maguire sat up on one side of the small motel room's double bed, TV remote in hand, surfing through the paltry selection of basic channels the place offered for free. The boredom vanished, instantly replaced by horny appreciation, when he saw his mother in the bathroom doorway wearing nothing but a towel. The cheap motel linens were thin and undersized, and the towel only covered Iris from halfway up her nipples to barely below her crotch. The generous curves and deep valley of her cleavage and the smoothly glistening flesh of her shapely legs were exposed to his smoldering blue eyes.
He turned off the television and flung the remote control onto the lamp table. "Lose the towel," he said with a lewd grin.
"Let's talk for a few minutes, first," Iris demurred. "About how things are going to be at your Aunt Vicky's. We'll have to make some adjustments."
"Like what, we're going to be sleeping in separate broom closets?"
"Hah! As if. You know Vicki and Barry are filthy rich. She's actually putting us up in our own place on the grounds. Plenty of space, plenty of privacy."
"Then what's the problem?"
Iris sat down on the edge of the bed. "For starts, take the attitude down a couple of notches. I need you on your best behavior--"
"Don't talk to me like I'm a kid."
"Oh, you're very much a man." Nearly twenty years old and built like an Olympic athlete, Greg was two hundred and twenty pounds of hard, lean muscle and animal aggression. He attacked life like a hungry prizefighter on his way up.
"Vicky hasn't seen you for a long time," Iris said. "You want to make a good first impression."
"I always do." His bravado was annoying, but another part of his magnetism. At least, Iris thought so.
"I'm serious. Promise me--"
"Sure, Mom. Whatever you say."
Greg shrugged and threw off the covers, exposing his fully erect cock. Iris's chiding words died in her throat. Her son had learned all too well how to derail her feeble attempts at discipline. Since she'd first gotten his huge, beautiful cock into her cunt she could never say "No" to him about anything and make it stick.
"This whole situation is screwed up. It's a goddamn shame Dad couldn't leave well enough alone. He had to go and spy on us. It's not like he was true to you, anyway. Everybody in town talked about it."
"So true. There's still such a thing as the double standard, especially in a small town like ours."
"I dunno why he'd even want to fuck somebody besides you. You're the greatest slut in the world."
"That's sweet of you to say." Iris smiled. "And you're right. And George knew what I was when he married me. Why ever would he think that I'd balk at fucking you. Once I got a good look at your this big pussy-pleaser, I was a goner."
She ran her fingers along the length of her son's cock. "God, how I do love this monster." When she leaned forward to plant a kiss on the plum-sized knob, Greg caught the corner of her towel and yanked it away.
"Yeah, that's how I like you," he said with a smirk.
"Oh my goodness! Why did you do that? Now look at me, I'm all naked!" Iris said with feigned indignation. She cupped her mammoth tits and lifted them, parting her legs to flash him an enticing glimpse at her pussy. "Yes, naked and ready for my son. My own flesh and blood." Her breath quickened under his roaming gaze. His prick surged in her hand.
"On your back, woman. I'm gonna fuck me some mother-cunt."
"Gregory Stone! Is that any way to speak to your mother?"
"Knock it off, Mom. You know you want it. We ain't fucked since this morning."
Iris steeled herself to not give in. Not right away. The battle between maternal good judgment and the irresistible demands of her horny cunt was one she'd lost ages ago. But she'd learned a few ways to get the upper hand.
"Look at how wet I am right now," she cooed. Reclining against her pillow she bent her knees and spread her milky thighs wide. Greg never could resist the sight of his mother's little slit. She'd shaved in the shower, teasing herself to the point that her cunt was moist and dewy with arousal.
"Suck Mommy's pussy, Greg. If you want to stick that horse's dick in me, you'll have to give me a good cum first. "
Without another word he crawled across the bed, his big cock swinging club-like between his legs. He dropped to his belly on the mattress and buried his face between his mother's thighs.
"Yesssss..."
she sighed with relief. He slid his hands under her butt, raising her pelvis to the best angle for his tongue to deeply penetrate her drooling sex hole, He licked up and down the creases of her thighs with tantalizing slowness, once in a while swiping his tongue-tip lightly over her mound.
"Oh yeah, Baby." Iris gyrated her hips in small circles. "That's the way, take your time. "Mmm, I must be the luckiest mother in the world. You eat pussy better than any other man I've been with."
That wasn't just motherly pride speaking. The list of men who'd gone down on Iris was legion, but none sucked her with Greg's filial devotion. But then, she'd coached him patiently, exactly to her taste, and rewarded him for doing a good job in the way most meaningful to a strapping young stud: by draining his balls in endlessly creative ways. He was nearly as good now with his tongue as a woman.
It wasn't long before the delicious spasms started building deep inside her cunt. "I'm almost there, Baby. Keep licking, suck Mommy's clitty! There, right there, SO good..."
Propping his mother's ass up with only one hand, Greg slid two fingers up to their knuckles in her convulsing sex channel. She squealed in joyful surprise when he started finger-fucking her while kissing and nibbling at her clit.
"Cummminnnng!" Iris grabbed her son's head and held his face against her mound, draping her legs over his shoulders and grinding her hips against his mouth. "Jesus God I'm...I'm dying..."
