The Neighborhood Toy - Incest/Taboo -
Mother wants in on the neighborhood action.
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Andrea Mitchell stood at the kitchen window and sipped her morning coffee, her eyes intently watching the young man mowing her back yard. She wasn't sure whether she was more pissed, or let's face it just plain jealous. She had been hearing the stories for nearly the last month. Mary; who lived three houses down in their affluent suburb and who raved about the endowed gardener who plowed her flower bed. Then there was Jill two streets over, who couldn't stop babbling how the pool cleaner who cleaned her pipes until she could barely walk.
The list went on, more women from her suburb who were being satisfied; all except Andrea. Her fingers idly toyed at her blonde hair as she watched the young man walking the mower back and forth. Christ, you would have thought the blonde was real, she thought. How had she not put two and two together; all the talk had started a little over a month ago; and he had come home for the summer between his freshman and sophomore years just six weeks ago.
Andrea watched, her coffee cup held motionless, as the figure stopped walking the mower. Her eyes grew wider as the shirt was slowly pulled off; God look at him, she thought. His skin was tanned with chiseled abs, and the huge bulge in his ever tight jeans. Would I fuck that? passed through her mind; followed by the single thought, in a heartbeat.
She could feel her aching mound pressed against the edge of the sink, as he resumed his rounds with the mower. Oh Ben, Andrea whispered mentally; come fuck Mommy...please.
When the silence of the mower signaled her son coming back into the house, Andrea sat back at the kitchen table. She made sure to position herself at the right angle to the back door to show off her profile. Her wardrobe had been carefully selected for this morning; the one size to small bikini top so her full breasts all but spilled out. She then added a pair of white snug shorts that followed the curve of her cheeks, hinting at just a bit of flesh whenever she bent over.
"Oh, hey mom" Ben Mitchell spoke, as he entered the kitchen. He used the shirt in his hand to wipe at the sweat on his face and chest.
"Morning baby", Andrea smiled back. "Any plans today?"
"Yeah" Ben headed for the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water. As he turned, taking a strong gulp, he almost choked when his eyes fell on his mother. Fuck, he thought, now that's a set of tits. He felt his cock pulse in his jeans as it slowly started to enlarge. Ben thought his mothers' breasts were about to burst free, screaming to be sucked on.
Asshole! he thought. This is your mom for God's sake, chill buddy.
"I've got a yard job this morning, can't pass up the extra cash." He leaned back against the counter as his eyes swept over the smooth tanned legs, and full hips now facing him.
I'll just fucking bet, seethed Andrea. All day yesterday at the fitness club, bitchy Kelly Pritchard had gone on and on how Mary's gardener friend was coming today. Instead, she just smiled at her son.
"Oh, make sure you do a good job honey. Make sure all your seeds are planted nice and deep." She watched in satisfaction as her sons eyes grew at the double meaning to her words. Bingo, she thought, there's my confirmation; as if I needed it.
"Umm, yeah"; Ben muttered. "Well, I better get going."
Andrea didn't answer, as her son headed out of the kitchen, she couldn't; her eyes were riveted to the bulge now more evident than ever in his jeans. Is he hard...for me? she wondered.
2.
Andrea waited about forty minutes, then hooked Marco up to his leash. The little Shit-zu was happy to be going for a walk, but Andrea had other plans. It took her another thirty minutes of walking to reach her destination, where she hooked the leash to a fence post in the corner of the Pritchard yard.
Slipping through the small gate into the backyard, Andrea slowly made her way to the large patio. Yep, she thought, as always the curtains were opened wide to the private backyard. As she eased up closer, she saw the patio door was partly open, letting air into the large living room. Looking just around the corner, she froze at the sight before her.
Kelly Pritchard was kneeling on her couch, holding onto the back as her large breasts swayed under her. Ben was standing behind her, holding onto her full hips with both hands; Andrea actually could hear the slapping as Ben's hips slammed into the woman's plump ass through the open patio door.
"Oh God yes...fuck me baby, fuck me" Kelly was moaning.
Andrea stared, transfixed, as her sons' long cock slid out then back into the woman. Shit, she thought, he has to be at least ten inches. Her body shuddered at the thought of what that monster could do to her.
"Like that don't you" Ben grunted; as his hands reached down and cupped a swinging 38D tit. He began kneading the soft flesh as his hips drove in and out.
Andrea watched the pair as they mated, like two primal animals. This was not love making, she realized, this was raw, pure fucking. Just the kind of thing three quarters of the women in this subdivision craved, including her.
Opening the snap to her shorts, and then sliding her hand inside the tight garment, Andrea felt her fingers slide over her own now soaked lips. Fuck her, she thought, fuck her good baby; as one finger slipped between her engorged folds.
Andrea watched as the couple changed positions. Kelly lying on her back on the couch, with her legs splayed wide open over the edge, arms held out.
"Come on baby...give it to me." The woman called.
She watched her son, kneel between those full thighs, his thick cock standing straight out, drops of the older woman's cream dripping form the long shaft. She rammed two fingers up her own aching cunt, as Ben drove that thick fuck stick deep in one thrust.
"Ohhhhh fuck yeahhhhhhh" Kelly moaned; feeling her walls stretched by the biggest cock she had ever had. "That's it", she cooed. "Fuck momma."
Andrea was stunned by the words coming from her friends' mouth. Then, she was even more shocked at her sons' reaction.
"Oh fuck...oh shit" Ben moaned. His hips picking up speed even more, hammering his cock deep into Kelly.
"Ungh...ungh" Kelly grunted under the assault. "You like that don't you." Her hands came up and gripped Bens' hips. "Yeah...fuck mommy. Give me that hot seed like a good boy."
Like a jack hammer, Andrea watched her son pound into her friend. His face contorted as the words flowed over him.
"Oh fuck...gonna cum" Ben grunted. "Oh mom" he whispered as he felt the first thick rope of his cream explode into the woman's welcoming cunt.
Kelly's eyes rolled back as she felt the searing warmth fill her belly. "Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkk, babyyyy." she screamed. "I can feel it."
"Awwwwwwwwww shittttttttttt" Ben bellowed.
"Bennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" the older woman screamed, as her body convulsed on the couch.
Andrea felt a sudden gush as her own orgasm swept through her, soaking the crotch of her shorts. Oh my God, she thought, he thinks he is cumming in ME. Staggering back from the patio, she retrieved the dog and headed for home. All the way, the soaked wetness between her own thighs, reminding her of the erotic scene she had just witnessed.
3.
By the time Ben arrived back at home, Andrea had taken a quick cool shower, and then changed. Just like this morning, she chose her attire very carefully. The light summer shirt was tied at her waist. Her dark nipples were nearly visible through the thin cloth. While it covered more skin than her bathing suit, every time she moved, her braless breasts swung free, giving more peeks at their creamy skin.
The short denim skirt replaced the white shorts that were now soaked with her juices. At first, she had thought about not wearing any panties, but decided that might be a bit too much. Instead, she wore a black, almost sheer thong that barely covered her still moist mound.
When she heard the front door, Andrea knew she had to add quickly, or lose her opportunity.
"Ben?" she called out from the kitchen.
"Hey mom", her son called back form the entryway. "Going to run up and jump in the shower."
"Hey baby", Andrea called back urgently, trying to keep her voice level. "Can you come in here; I have a quick question first."
"Aww mom" Ben answered, even as he walked to the kitchen. "I'm all hot and sweaty."
I'll just bet you are, Andrea thought; watching as her son entered the kitchen. "It'll only take a second", she encouraged him.
"Sure" Ben sighed. "Make it..." the young man stopped in mid-sentence as his eyes fell on his mother standing by the counter. "Holy fuck" he whispered. His t-shirt hung limply in his hand as he stared across the room.
Andrea couldn't help the small smile as she moved from the counter. The motion making her breasts sway in the thin shirt. Her sons' eyes were locked to her chest, exactly where she wanted them; for now.
"Oh baby", Andrea cooed. "You look so hot, how about some cold water."
Ben stared as his mother turned and opened the fridge, bending down to get a bottle of water from the shelf. He eyes watched the edge of her denim skirt slowly rise higher. "Oh fucking hell" he softly groaned; seeing the sheer thong slip into view.
Hearing the soft words, Andrea didn't have to turn and look to know the desired effect was hitting home. She knew that right now every drop of blood in Bens' body was surging below his belt, making that thick monster rise and fill in the tight confines of his jeans.
As she turned, the mothers' own eyes watched as her sons' cock visibly thickened into a massive bulge in his tight jeans. She held the cold bottle just under her chin, letting the warm air of the kitchen condense around the container. She felt the first drop of cool water fall from the bottle onto her exposed breast, and then slowly trickle down the curving flesh.
Ben thought what he had just come from was hot; this was perfection. His brain literally began to short circuit as his mother slowly walked across the kitchen towards him. The water soaking through her thin shirt as it made her hard nipple more visible through the transparent cloth.
"Oh my godddd" Ben moaned. His eyes drifted down to his mothers' flat belly, watching the muscles ripple with each step. Then lower, to those firm supple thighs.
"What baby" Andreas' voiced dripped with sex. "Something got you hot and bothered?"
"Mom?" Ben asked; even as his body shuddered. He could feel his cock growing inside his jeans. Trapped at an odd angle, it couldn't help but press out against his groin.
"Shhhhh", Andrea told him. She set the bottle to the side, forgotten in her growing hunger. She slowly began to circle her son as he stood like a statue at the entry to the kitchen.
Ben felt like a small prey as a hungry tigress circled him. What the fuck was she doing? his mind screamed. Does she know she is driving me fucking nuts?
Andrea reached a hand out, letting one nail trace along her sons' strong bicep. She could feel his body spasm at the contact. She was pretty sure she had him, but pretty sure wasn't good enough.
"Baby", Ben heard his mother ask in a throaty whisper. "Did you plant that seed nice and deep?"
"Oh fuck", Ben whispered.
His mothers' nail continued a path along his back, as her voice filled his ear. "Did you thrust it in hard baby?"
"Oh my god, Mom"; Ben gasped at the words.
He felt her nail scrape lightly over his other bicep as his mother made a full circle around him. When she stood in front of him again, she wasn't looking at his face this time. Now, her eyes were staring straight down at the massive erection more than evident in his jeans.
Ben could only stare as his mothers' finger drew a slow path down his bare chest; he felt like his entire body was going to explode at that moment.
"You know" Andreas' voice dripped with undisguised lust. "You have a very hard decision."
Ben's eyes grew wide as his mothers' finger didn't stop at the waist of his jeans. "Oh Jesus", he groaned; feeling the finger trail slowly over the bulge of his throbbing cock.
Andrea looked up, and stared into her son Bens' eyes. "You can either go upstairs, take your shower; and nothing will have ever happened in this kitchen."
Ben watched as his mother stepped away, towards the door to the kitchen. "Or you can come into the living room" she told him. "And give your mother the same kind of 'planting' you did for Kelly Pritchard."
Andrea stepped to the doorway, turning back to her son. "It's your choice." she told him.
4.
Ben stood stunned in the kitchen; she KNEW, his brain cried out. Oh God, he was in so much trouble. Then it hit him, Jesus, she just invited me to come in the living room and fuck her. His mother, the object of his wet dreams since he even knew what sex was, was in the living room, on the couch, waiting for him.
Denial tried to set in, and then he slowly crossed into the living room. Every thought that his mother had been teasing or kidding him vanished. He stared as is own mother knelt on the couch just like Kelly had been, knees on the cushions, hands draped over the back; her tight ass coming into view as she pulled her denim skirt up to her waist.
"Mmmmmm, what took you"; Andrea said. "Come over here...motherfucker."
His mothers' wanton display, then hearing her utter that forbidden word, sent a shock wave through Bens' body. He couldn't get his jeans off fast enough as he stepped up behind her upturned ass.
Andreas' eyes blazed as she stared back at her son. "No fancy shit" her voice tight and guttural. "I want you to own this cunt baby; fuck me until I can't god damn walk."
She could see the glazed look in her the face of her son, yes she thought. This was going to be the fucking of her entire life, and she knew it.
Bens' brain totally shut down on all logical thought. The woman of his hottest fantasies was kneeling right in front of him, begging for his cock. He would have to be dead to refuse this, and he was about to show his mother, he was a long way from being dead.
Andrea opened her mouth to encourage her son more, and never got another intelligible word out. Ben rammed his hips straight to her ass, as over ten long inches of hard cock meat drove straight up into her in one massive thrust.
"FFFUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK", Andrea screamed; feeling her tight walls desperately trying to expand to fit her sons' massive cock.
"Ohhhh shitttttt", ben moaned. "So fucking tight."
"Baby", Andrea gasped. "The Grand Canyon would be tight on that tool...Jesus." She slowly rotated her ass against him, feeling his thickness scrape her tingling walls. She looked back at him.
"Fuck mommy", she growled, using Kelly's words from earlier that morning. "Give me that hot seed like a good boy."
Ben didn't need anything more to inflame him, but hearing those words directly from his own mother, drove him almost insane with lust. Gripping her hips, he slowly drew his length back, and then he slammed hard into her.
"AAAAwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" Andrea screamed. She felt his engorged head literally bounce off her cervix as he plowed her deeper than any male ever had.
Before she could even try to stop it; her first orgasm exploded deep in her belly. "Ooohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddd", she cried. Her body convulsing on the couch, as her own juices gushed out around the embedded cock, running down her spread thighs and dripping to the couch. The small part of her brain still functioning, was amazed, one thrust and her son had her cumming like a common street whore.
Andreas' mind almost melted as one orgasm rolled right into another, and then another. Her body convulsing and shaking as wave after wave consumed her. She could only feel that hard cock as her son pounded into her from behind like some maniac fucking machine.
Ben drove in and out of the best fuck he had ever experienced, as his mother babbled beneath his driving hips. He caught occasional words as his mother rocketed from one orgasm to another. Ben...then cumming...then a string of obscenity pour out of her mouth.
Ben could feel his own hips start to lose rhythm as he felt the walls of his mother's velvet vise cunt gripping at him. The wet, obscene sucking noises filling the room. The scent of their sex was hanging thick around them.
The suddenness of everything, added by the incredibly tight walls of his mother's grasping cunt, was rapidly sending ben to the edge. NO! his mind screamed. I want to fucking SEE her when I fill her.
"NNNooooooooooooooooo" Andrea could only wail, as she felt that gaping emptiness when Ben pulled free of her. Then, his powerful arms flipped her over like a rag doll onto the couch, her legs draped just like Kelly had been. Lust hazed eyes watched as he knelt between her lewdly spread legs.
"Oh God yessssssssss" Andrea hissed. She reached up for her son as he shifted closer. "Fuck me baby. Fill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", her last word turning into a howl as Ben drove his full length back into her.
"Oh fuck...oh shit..." Ben grunted between long powerful strokes; staring down into his mothers' lust written face.
Andrea wrapped her long legs around her son, as her heels drummed against his ass with every thrust. She could feel him starting to swell even bigger inside her tight channel. Oh God yes, she thought.
"Do it baby" her thoughts turning into words. "Cum in mommy, mark me, make me yours." Her hips slammed up to meet her son, "Own meeeeeeeeeee" she screamed as another orgasm tore through her ravaged body.
"Mooooooooooom mmmmmmmmmmm" Ben roared. He rammed his hips as far into her as he possibly could, as vibrations coursed through him.
Andrea swore she could feel his massive dick jerk deep inside her belly, as the first molten rope of cum exploded into her.
"Beeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" Andrea screamed at the top of her lungs; as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt shredded her body. She faintly felt her own juices erupt to spray across his belly as she wrapped her arms around him, yanking him down into a tight embrace on the couch.
Ben felt his mothers' nails rake down his back as they both exploded together. That's going to leave a mark, he mentally thought, then dismissed the notion.
As their bodies slowly drifted back to earth, Andrea whispered in his ear. "Fuck who you want Ben" she softly spoke. "Just remember to come home to momma, baby."
"Always Mom", Ben whispered back. "I love you."
Andrea smiled as she felt the evidence slowly oozing out of her. "I know", she softly kissed his cheek. "I can feel it."
The Neighborhood Toy Ch. 02 - Incest/Taboo
Neighbors learn how to share the playground.
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SHARING THE PLAYGROUND
Saturday morning, Andrea sat in the kitchen sipping her coffee. She watched as Ben slowly entered and she could tell by the despondent look on his face that something was wrong.
"Hey baby" she asked. "What's the matter?"
"I was supposed to go over to Mrs. Jansen's' place this afternoon" Ben said. "Apparently her husband is home so she cancelled."
Andrea couldn't help but smile at her sons' discomfort. "What, going to miss plowing some middle aged pussy" she chuckled.
"Mom!" Ben exclaimed.
Andrea laughed as she rose and put her coffee cup in the sink. "Come on Ben" she said "we both know why these desperate housewives have you do their handy work."
"You don't have to be crude about" Ben said in an exasperated voice.
"Crude but true baby" his mother said, walking over to face him. "The middle aged neglected wife doesn't want romance Ben" her hand reaching down to cup his cock through his shorts. "We don't need to be wined, or dined, or even made love to." Her hand squeezed his thickening tube.
"We want to be fucked Ben" her voice thick with lust. "Taken and used, a cock shoved so hard into us we scream."
"Oh Jesus" Ben could only groan.
"While you baby" she squeezed tighter, "are damn good at it."
"Oh fuck mom" Ben started to reach out, his hands heading for her full breasts; but Andrea stepped back, a smile on her face.
"Tell you what stud" she told her son. "I need a new suit for the pool. You come shopping with me, give me your opinion, and we can lay out this afternoon."
"God what a tease" Ben sighed.
"Damn straight baby" Andrea softly laughed. "In or out?" she asked him.
"I'm in, all the way" ben replied, his eyes locking to his mothers' as he gave his reply.
"Good" Andrea ignored his smoking glance. "Get dressed" then she patted his groin and headed out of the kitchen.
Ben hurried upstairs and slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, heading back down to find his mother standing at the door with her keys. During the drive to town he couldn't keep his eyes off her slender firm thighs as she drove; watching her firm muscles ripple as she moved between the gas and brake. He could feel his cock harden again, just think about those thighs wrapped around him as he drove into his mother hard.
Andrea watched Ben out of the corner of her eye, she knew exactly what the young stud was thinking, and she wanted that thought to only grow. She wanted his hormones so out of control anything would trip his trigger. By the time they got home, she wanted her son to be in a sex hazed brain shutdown, so that what she had planned would just flow.
Ben looked around when his mother pulled into a strip mall in town; he didn't recognize any of the stores as they climbed out the car. He followed his mother as she headed directly to a store, looking up he read Brazilian Bikini on the sign. Shit, what the hell was she buying, he wondered.
As he watched his mother browse the racks, he looked at the styles. French Rivera cuts, thongs, micro bikinis assailed his vision. Suddenly he was interrupted as his mother tugged on his arm.
"Come on" she told him, "I want to try these on."
Ben could see what looked like three or four small hangers in her grip and by the looks of what little cloth there was, she had chosen ones meant to not meant be worn in public. His cock throbbed at the thought of his mother in a micro bikini.
Andrea led her son to a chair next to the changing room. Slipping inside, she quickly undressed and pulled the first suit on. It was powder blue with an almost basic top. The cloth clung to the curves of her breasts, exposing her ample cleavage. While the bottoms were high cut up her hips, and very narrow on the back, showing off both her firm ass cheeks.
As she stepped out of the small changing room, she watched Bens' reaction. His eyes immediately dropped to her ass, exactly what she wanted.
"What do you think?" she asked her son.
"You definitely have the equipment for it" he chuckled. "I love the cut of the bottom but the top seems a little, I don't know, simple."
"I know, I have to agree" Andrea tugged at the material, making her breasts sway. "Let me try the other one."
Before Ben could respond, she disappeared into the small room. This time, when she stepped out he had to keep from reaching down to adjust his cock. His mother stood in front of him in a yellow, two piece almost micro bikini. Two small triangles barely covered her now hard nipples. While a third triangle tried to cover her shaved mound.
"Jesus" Ben whispered.
Andrea smiled as she watched the thick sausage in her sons' jeans taking shape. This was going better than she had thought. "You like?" she asked softly
"God yes" Ben moaned. He watched her slowly turn, until he could see the string slide up between the cheeks of her ass. "Fuck" he muttered.
Andrea turned her head and watched her son over her shoulder, his eyes glued to the cheeks of her ass. "Do you want to fuck me in this Ben?" she whispered softly.
"Oh my God mom" he could only groan back.
"Then it's on the list" Andrea replied. She looked at her son with a wicked smile on her lips. "Should I try on the last one, it's a bit risqué."
"More than that one was?" Ben asked in shock.
Silently Andrea slipped back into the changing booth. As she pulled on the third bikini, she called out to Ben sitting outside waiting.
"Ben, come in here." He heard his mother.
"Is it allowed?" he asked back.
"Just get in here" Andrea told him. "I am not coming out in this."
Ben looked around, not seeing anyone, then slipped inside the changing booth. When he closed the door, he found himself standing right next to his mother.
"Holy fuck" he gasped.
Andrea stood modeling a tight pale gray bikini. The top barely containing her thrusting breasts while the bottom hugged the cheeks of her ass. What drew Ben was that the cloth was all but see through. Ben stared first at the rock hard nipples only inches from his chest. His eyes drifted down over her taut belly, until he saw the full lips of her pussy through the bottoms.
"Opinion" Andrea asked softly
"Fucking hot" Ben groaned. "God mom, do you know what that suit does to me."
"I know exactly what it does to you" Andrea murmured. Her hands reached out to find the snap on his slacks...her fingers slowly lowering his zipper. "Or I wouldn't be wearing it for you."
Ben could only stare as his mother lowered herself to her knees in the tight space, "Mom...we're in...oh fuckkk"
Ben could only groan as his mothers' hot mouth drove down onto his throbbing cock. He felt her warm mouth as she engulfed the swollen head. Andreas' head bobbed slowly up and down as she tasted her sons' cock. Reaching up a hand, she hefted his heavy balls, feeling how tight they already were.
Andrea knew she couldn't keep this up for long or he would blow his load and she didn't want that, not yet. Yet, she couldn't resist the taste of her sons' thick cock. She felt herself soak into the thin material of the swimsuit as her juices dripped between your thighs. The pulsing veins slid across her tongue as her head rose and fell. His sweet pre cum coating her tongue as his hips started to thrust forward. Reluctantly, Andrea pulled her mouth off his throbbing cock; and she rose to her feet and stared into his eyes.
"You want to fuck mommy in this suit?" she hissed at him.
"Oh god yes" Ben gasped back.
"Then let's buy the two and head back home. I think it's time for the pool." Andrea told him.
Ben almost groaned in frustration at his mothers' teasing. What the hell was she up to? His cock ached painfully from the need to explode, and his body shuddered at his mothers' words.
Tucking his still raging hard cock into his slacks he followed his mother out of the changing room, to the cashier. Andrea paid for the two suits she knew she would buy, and then the pair headed back to the car. All the way ben couldn't stop staring at her hot ass, seeing it in that thin suit.
When the pair reached home, Ben raced upstairs to get his trunks. Andrea slipped into the transparent bikini, knowing that one got her sons' engine running. Glancing at the clock as she headed out to the backyard, she saw she had about a half an hour, and then...
When Ben walked out through the patio doors, he stood stunned at the sight of his mother laid out on the lounger, slowly rubbing tanning oil up her long legs. He felt his cock twitch in his trunks as his eyes travel over her, her heavy breasts filling the top, her dark areoles and hard nipples clearly evident through the thin material. Andrea could feel his hot gaze, and see the almost feral hunger growing in her sons' eyes. Oh yes, she thought, she had him.
"Sweetie" she called him, her voice dripping with lust. "Why don't you do my back?"
Ben almost stumbled over his feet to get to her chair, watching his mother roll onto her stomach. Moistening his hands with the sun warmed oil he knelt beside her and began to run his fingers over her soft skin. He wasn't even sure how things happened in his lust clouded mind. His hormones drove his every move as his mother reached back and unsnapped the top of her suit, moaning softly to his caresses.
Every downward movement of his hands, he cupped her firm ass in each hand. As he slid up, his fingers grazed the sides of her bare breasts, hearing a soft sigh with each touch. He could feel his cock throbbing in his suit as it seemed like every drop of blood in his body raced into his growing organ.
Neither said a word as Andrea slowly rolled onto her back, her breasts jutting in the air. Ben cupped each globe, feeling their weight in his hand. He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, causing her back to arch upward as she moaned in pleasure. His head shot down and his hot mouth engulfed a rock hard nipple.
"Mmmmm, that's it" Andrea moaned. "Suck mommy's tits."
She shuddered as the oil slick fingers of one hand drifted down her belly, making it flex at the contact. She moaned when he slid his hand inside her suit bottom, his fingers finding her swollen lips. Her own hand reached out and gripped his raging cock through his trunks, slowly stroking the length through the cloth.
"Yesssssssss" his mother moaned as his fingers glided over her pulsing hard clit.
As Bens' finger slid between her petals, opening her to him, she tugged down on the cloth, watching his cock come free. God, she thought, I could never tire of this fuck stick; her hand now wrapping around his hot, hard shaft.
Andrea arched her hips as she felt a thick finger slide deeper into her, making her juices leak out and drip down the crack of her ass. "Unnghhhhh" she grunted as her son fucked her tight pussy with his fingers.
When she looked at Bens' face, his eyes were barely slits, clouded with lust. "You want to fuck mommy...is that what you want baby." She heard a low rumble from her son as he continued to suck her aching nipple.
Pulling away from her son, Andrea turned and rose to her hands and knees on the deck lounger. She almost laughed as her son sat stock still, staring at her upraised ass. She stuck her ass out behind her while her breasts hung heavy down from her chest. Reaching back her fingers slid the gusset of the suit away from her engorged soaked lips.
"Do it, take me you motherfucker." She told her son, her voice raspy with need.
Ben, his mind numbed with hunger, all but ripped his trunks off as he knelt on the lounger behind her uplifted ass. His vision tunneled to those gaping lips, as he gripped his steel hard cock, moving his hips forward.
"Fuck me" Andrea groaned. "Yesssssssssssssssssssssss" she screamed as a ten inch pole was driven into her belly. In one single stroke, Ben had seated his full length inside her dripping hole until his full balls slapped her ass.
As his hands gripped the flesh of her hips, Ben looked down at his kneeling mother. "Need to fuck you" he all but growled. Pulling back until just the head rested between her lips, he lunged forward, slamming himself into her.
The sound of oil slick skin slapping together as her sons' hips bounced off her ass drove Andrea higher. She gripped the chair edge and drove her ass back against his invading cock. Feeling her tight walls stretching to fit her as her cream slowly dripped down her thighs.
"That's it baby" she cried out. "Fuck me...fuck meeeeeee."
Ben was so focused on the tight vise gripping his cock, he didn't hear the patio doors slide open, or the soft steps across the concrete towards the coupled pair. It wasn't until a shadow fell over him, blocking the hot sun, that his head came up.
Bens' eyes grew wide as he found Marsha Jansen standing next to the coupled pair, looking down watching. Even then he couldn't stop the movement of his hips as he fucked into his mother.
Andrea looked up to see her friend next to them. "Oh...hey..." she grunted between strokes. "You...made...it." She looked back at Ben, a fire in her eyes. "Don't stop" he gasped. "Fuck mommy hard baby."
Ben watched as Marsha stepped closer, slowly dragging one nail down his sweating chest, then across one pink ass cheek as his hips slapped against his mother. "That's it Ben" she cooed. "Be a good motherfucker and give it to her."
"Oh fuck" Ben gasped, as his hips drove harder into his kneeling mother, rocking the lounger under the power of his attack. He watched as Marsha reached down and gripped the bottom edge of the white tank top she wore.
"Need some incentive" Marsha goaded the young man.
She drew her tank up and over her head, letting her 38C breasts swing free. Marsha knew she wasn't in the same shape as her friend Andrea. At 45 and after three children, age had caught up to her a bit; settling in her fleshy thighs, and large breasts which hung free, capped by hard pencil eraser nipples. Watching her friend taking a deep pounding made the juices flow between her thighs and soak her jean shorts
She had been worried how Ben would react comparing her body to some of the other women in the neighborhood. The fire and lust burning in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.
"Suck my tits baby" Marsha told Ben, as she stepped closer to the coupled pair. She shivered as she smelled the scent of their sex fill her nostrils.
"Mmmmmm" .the woman moaned, as Bens' hot mouth closed over one aching nipple.
"Oh shit yes!" Andrea cried out as her son rammed even harder into her. She could feel his engorged head bump the spongy surface of her cervix, as it sent a shudder through her.
Andrea looked over her shoulder and watched as her son devoured her friends' tit. The erotic sight was sending a fire into her belly. She reached back with one hand and tugged at Marsha's shorts.
"Take them off" Andrea gasped between thrusts. Feeling her tight walls stretch around the hard cock meat pounding into her, as her juices literally dribbled down her thighs. Her own mind going into a haze as her son pounded her like a porn star.
Marsha wiggled out of her shorts and let them drop to the concrete as Ben sucked first one nipple and then the other into diamond hardness. Life after three children had left its mark on her; she worried about how Ben would react to her full hips and fleshy thighs. That thought evaporated as she felt two thick fingers drive up into her without warning.
"Oh God Bennnnnnnnnnnnn" she wailed as her walls clenched his invading fingers.
Andrea watched her friends eyes roll back, as the sight of her sons slick fingers pumping up into her creamy pussy inflamed her lust even more. Even though she was loathing giving up the reaming her tight cunt was getting right now, she knew it was time for a switch.
Pulling off her sons' throbbing cock, the mother climbed off the lounger and turned to face the other pair. The sight before here caused a gush of warm fluids between her thighs, as Ben suckled each breast, while finger fucking Marsha's gaping pussy.
Leaning down, she began to tug Bens' body around; easing him to lie back on the lounge chair. "Time for Marsha to enjoy baby" her voice raspy with lust.
Looking up at her friend, Andrea saw Marsha staring at Bens' thick cock lying across his belly like a steel pole. "You want that fuck stick" Andrea rasped.
"Yesssssssssss" Marsha hissed.
Andrea helped her friend straddle the lounger and her own sons' body, reaching down she gripped his slick cock in her hand, feeling her own juices coat her fingers. She pointed it straight up until the tip was nearly touching Marsha's moist lips as the older woman hovered over his ranging cock.
"Fuck him" Andrea growled. "Fuck my little boy like the slut you are."
Marsha looked up into her friends face. "God I need this" she moaned. Then, her body drove down onto Ben as he lay stretched out beneath her.
With a slick obscene pop, she felt his cock head slip inside her. "Oh God...so big" Marsha moaned feeling her walls stretching to fit his young cock.
Andrea released her grip on his cock, then reached up and placed her hands on Marsha's shoulders. "I said...FUCK him" then shoved down with all her strength. She could see that only half of bens' full length was inside her friend, and she wanted Marsha to feel every fucking inch.
"Gaawwddddddddddddddddd" Marsha screamed as her body was driven down. Her pussy contracted as she felt Ben drive up into places she had never felt a cock before. Deeper than any man had ever been inside her.
Reaching down, the older woman dug her nails into Bens' chest. Her ass raised and then slammed down again as her ass cheeks slapped his thighs. Her ass rose and fell as she rode the most magnificent cock she could ever remember. Hitting spots inside her belly even her husband had never touched.
Andrea watched the most erotic scene unfold before her eyes. She was riveted to their joined bodies, seeing Marsha's fat cunt lips sliding up and down his cock, as the veins in Ben's cock pulsed every time his shaft came into view. There was a puddle of pussy cream forming on his belly as more clung to his pounding cock.
The view was too much for her, as Andrea stepped up to straddle the head of the lounger. Ben looked up to see wet glistening lips above his face, and his mothers' hard clit protruding from its hood.
"Oh fuck yessss Ben "Andrea moaned as her legs flexed, descending onto her sons' probing tongue. "Suck mommy" she gasped. "Make me cum while you pump your seed into her hot belly."
Marsha was climbing higher and higher as she rode this young mans' cock. His hard pole kept slamming deep inside her. Her eyes locked to her friend as she rode her son's face. She couldn't believe this was happening, riding a thick hard young cock; while the boys' own mother rode his face.
"Oh God, Andrea" Marsh grated out. "So fucking hot." She gasped as her eyes grew wider. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum. I can't stop it." Her body began to tremble violently.
Ben felt like he was losing control of his own body as his orgasm roared through him. He tried to warn the women, but his mouth was full of his mothers' dripping pussy.
"Mmmppffff" Ben grunted out as his balls tighten, then his hot seed erupted deep inside the neighbor woman's clenching pussy.
"Oh fuck, I feel him" Marsha's eyes grew wide as saucers. "I can feel him, cumming inside me." Her eyes rolled back and a keening wail sounded across the pool as her pussy clamped down, ripples rolling through her belly as she exploded.
Andrea watched as a gush of white cream coated her sons' belly. "Yessssssssssssssss" she screamed as her own body found release. She could feel her cream pour out to coat Bens' face as her body shook and quivered.
Ben wasn't sure what was hotter, the feel of Marsha swamping his cock and balls in her hot cum; or the taste of his mother pouring into his mouth as she convulsed above him.
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As her body slowly calmed down, Andrea looked at Marsha with eyes of fire. She could see the oozing mix of Ben's cum and Marsha's cream puddling on her sons' belly.
"Bitch" Andrea growled. "You took all his fucking cum."
Marsha smiled, and then slowly rose up straight. With an obscene slurp she felt the thick cock slide free of her, and then it slap wetly against his belly. Squeezing her Kegel muscles, she felt a thick, hot glob of fresh cum ooze between her lips, and then heard it splatter to the Bens' abdomen.
"You want it" she panted. "Come and get it, slut."
Ben lay in a complete daze as his mother shifted off his face to bend forward. He could only stare as his mother did the unthinkable.
Hungrily Andrea slid off her sons' face, leaning down as she dragged her tongue along his belly. Scooping up the hot mixed cream from the pair; sucking it into her greedy mouth to swallow it down.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Andrea moaned.
Ben wasn't quite sure what the hell had just happened as he lay gasping on the lounge chair. He had just spent the last hour having two middle aged women use his body, and he had fucking loved it. The summer was definitely shaping up to be the hottest of his young life.