Bryan closed the distance between himself and his mother in two strides and caught her in his arms. Her big, soft breasts pressed against his chest. One of his knees slid between her thighs and he felt the wetness of her slit gliding along the top of his leg.
His protective instincts had overridden his shock at finding his mother standing naked and playing with herself. But as he helped her regain her footing, his cock stiffened in response to her nudity and closeness as if she were any other hot, older woman. And she was
literally
hot, her whole body feverish.
He couldn't get the image out of his mind: his beautiful mother, standing up on that table with her ample ass tilted up and her hips rocking, her massive, perfectly-shaped tits trembling with passion as she finger-fucked herself.
Not that he wanted to forget. Hell, no.
Carol held tightly onto her son, making no attempt to cover herself. She stared up at him through dreamy, vacant blue eyes.
"You all right, Mom?" he asked. "You look a little dizzy."
His voice seemed to snap Carol back to reality. "I-I'm fine," she insisted, Blushing, she finally released Bryan and looked around the patio. "I lost my-my--"
"This?" He stooped down and retrieved the filmy blue nightgown from the floor near the window. When he stood up, he turned and got his first good look at the action next door.
Jill Lawson was naked and straddling a young man who lay on his back on a chaise lounge, slowly lowering herself onto his cock. Bryan didn't know him, or the guy standing to her right whose prick she was jacking. But he recognized Wyatt Foster. Wyatt stood in front of Jill waving his cum-dripping hard-on in her face. Her expression was priceless as she parted her lips and took his big cock-crown into her drooling mouth. She started riding the guy beneath her, bouncing faster and faster up and down on his lap.
"Wow," he exclaimed. "So much for Jill being all talk."
"What does that mean?" Carol asked. Her eyes were fixed on Bryan's crotch.
Between his mother's open display of her luscious body and Jill Lawson's orgiastic display, Bryan's cock was bulging out against the front of his jeans.
"Oh hell," he cursed. His dick acted like he hadn't gotten his rocks off for days, and nothing could be further from the truth.
He'd fallen asleep the previous night with Harper snoozing on top of him. The wanton little brunette was so sex-crazy that when she'd awoken from her first "nap" she'd just climbed atop him and fucked herself madly on his cock until she'd collapsed in exhaustion. She'd awakened once more, around two or three, insisting that he let her suck him off. But this morning she was nowhere to be found.
He'd come up to the kitchen to be greeted by a long look at his mother's perfect butt as she bent to get something out of the bottom freezer drawer of the refrigerator. She had not been wearing panties. Her moist, hairless slit winked in and out of sight between her smooth thighs as she moved, mocking him. He'd immediately volunteered to run out to the grocery store for her. He had to get out of the house. He needed time alone to clear his head, to think through all that he'd seen and what he'd done.
An hour and a half in the produce and dairy aisles hadn't clarified a thing. He kept mentally replaying what Harper had told him about how she and Mom had first wound up fucking.
On the drive back from the store he'd tried fruitlessly to push his sister's stories from his mind and to banish the fantasies of his mother that crowded his brain. And then he had walked right into this.
"Sorry." Bryan turned away from his mother and held out the nightgown to her, hoping for his cock to soften. Unfortunately, he found himself looking straight out at Jill and her partners again, and that was no help at all. The third guy had straddled the lounger behind her and was leaning forward with his hands braced on her shoulders, his long, thick cock pushing into her asshole.
He gave up and turned back to his mother. She was still looking him up and down as if sizing him up. She made no move to retrieve her gown.
The hell with it. He'd had a good long look at her body only yesterday while jacking off and watching her and Heather hump away like wild weasels. There was no point in playing shy about it.
"Fine, don't get dressed, then." Bryan tossed the garment onto a chair. "You know what? I like you better bare, Mom."
"Do you?" Carol gave him a crooked smile. "My, aren't you the bold one? What are those gals at college teaching you?" She took two steps toward her son. "It just so happens that I like being naked," she purred. "I like the freedom. I like being looked at. And I like what happens to men when they look at me."
"What...what happens to...?"
"Their cocks get hard, of course, silly. Just like yours is right now." She trailed her fingers lightly up along the zipper of her son's jeans. "Feels like a nice big one. Would you say you have a nice cock, Bryan? Come on, you can tell your mother."
"It's, uh, it's a cock. It's okay."
"Now you're being modest. Maybe Mom should have a look for herself. Just to be sure." She reached down and unbuckled Bryan's belt. He stood motionless as a statue while she unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. But when she yanked down his shorts and took his prick in her small, hot hand, his whole body jerked like a hooked fish.
