Are You Horny Too?

"Honey, are you horny, too?"

"No, I'm..." he stopped as he caught her words. "Too?"

"I'm horny," she whispered, and even as she spoke, she wondered where she was going with this. "I'm so goddamn horny, Vince."

"You are?" He looked like a deer in headlights as he tried to think of something to say.

"I was doing the same thing you were." Rose grabbed his wrist under the sheets, and slid it up her thigh, just missing her pussy as she rubbed it over the small patch of damp blonde fuzz on her mound. "I even took my panties off."

"Shit." His blue eyes went wide. "I mean, that's..."

"Hot?" She asked. "It is, isn't it?"

"Well, maybe if you weren't my mom." He responded with the right words, but he didn't try and move his hand from where it rested just over her clit.

"Did you like mommy's leg over yours? Is that why you put your hand on my thigh? Were you thinking about me while you stroked your cock?"

The questions came rapid fire, and in a throaty purr she hadn't used since the last time she'd talked dirty to Brian. Rose wasn't sure what had come over her, but knowing Vince was masturbating next to her, and possibly to the thought of her had her clit throbbing, and her nipples so hard they were beginning to ache.

"I..." Vince struggled for an answer, but even as he did his eyes were on her breasts. "Yeah, sorry, mom."

"You don't look sorry?" She nodded towards his crotch, then reaching under the sheet, grabbed his cock.

His hard cock. His hard, thick cock!

"Mom!" Vince gasped, his mouth dropping open and his eyes so wide it would have made her laugh if her focus wasn't on the impressive pulsing erection in her hand.

"I know, this isn't right." Rose slowly stroked his cock as she spoke, and noted Vince made no attempt to stop her. "But its not right for us to be horny either, is it?"

"I guess not." Vince breathed as she worked her hand down to the base of his shaft, and back up to rub her palm over the spongy head of cock. Long too...long and think. Oh God, she was so wet!

"Your father and I haven't had sex in months, and he hasn't gotten me off in two years." Rose spoke softly as she continued to pump his cock. "That's not fair."

"Um, TMI?" he joked nervously, but still made no move from stopping his mother from jerking him off.

"And you're such a good-looking young man, and I bet very good to his girlfriend. Not fair for you to be so horny that your mother's leg on yours gets you going."

"No," he was breathing harder and his eyes were now on the sheet moving up and down. "Not fair."

"Hmm, let's see what we have here." Rose drew her leg up and kicked the sheet away, exposing them from the waist down.

Vince had pushed his boxers down a few inches, and the sight of his huge cock in her hand, caused a wave of wet heat between her thighs. She'd been right, his cock was as beautiful as the rest of him.

And his balls, big and full. So full he needed to get off even with his mother next to him.

"Oh, honey, that is one fine cock." She sucked on her lower lip. "It's a goddamn sin that you have to jerk it off." She stroked him faster and the moan he emitted had her thighs trembling.

"Mom, you shouldn't be doing that." He finally managed a protest.

"Doesn't this feel better than doing it yourself?" Rose squeezed his cock just below the tip, getting another groan from him and a squirt of pre-cum flowing down her fingers as a reward.

"Yeah," he moaned in agreement as she worked her hand around his dripping tip, getting her palm wet. When she resumed jerking him, her now slick hand glided along his shaft.

"It would feel a lot better for me too." She pushed his hand between her thighs. "Feel how wet your mother is. Her poor little pussy needs attention, baby, and it would be so much more fun if you did it."

"I...but..." he blinked as if wondering if he were dreaming. "What about Dad?"

Rose grinned. The fact she was her mother didn't seem to matter to him anymore, he was worried about getting in trouble.

"He'll never know, honey. This will just be our little secret. Its not like we're having sex. I'll give you a nice hand job, to help you relax and go to sleep, and you'll finger me while you play with my clit. Make your mother come nice and hard."

"Well..."

"Please, baby?" She looked up at him through her eyelids then slid her hand down his shaft, and cupping his balls gave them a squeeze. "Mommy really needs to come and so do you."

"I mean, if you think its okay." Vince's fingers slid between the moist folds of her pussy, and her hips jerked when the edge of his hand rubbed her clit.

"Its okay!" She slid her hand back around his cock, marveling at the way her fingers were unable to touch around it. He hadn't gotten that from Brian. "It's so okay!"

Rose pulled the tank top up over her breasts, exposing them to her son.

"Damn, mom." He stared at her tits with a look of desire she hadn't seen from her husband in years.

"They're kind of small, but they're nice, right?"

"They're amazing," His eyes roamed down her breasts and along her body. "You're so goddamn hot."

"You just saying that because I'm playing with your cock?" Regardless of why, hearing him say it made her feel sexy, and she loved it.

"No, you're really hot, a lot of my friends in high school used to bust me up and say they wanted to fuck you." his fingers again probed her pussy. "Wow, you're wet!"

"Put those fingers inside me," she urged him by pushing her hips up, sliding his fingers to the right spot. "Two of them."

Vince obeyed, and Rose released a loud moan. The last year all she'd had inside was a thin vibrator, and his two thick fingers were spreading her sorely neglected cunt as they pushed deep inside her.

"Lay on your side," she whispered, "Get those fingers in deeper, and put your thumb on my clit."

Vince responded with an eagerness that caused her pussy to gush around his probing fingers. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow, while rubbing her clit with his large thumb.

"Yes!" Rose breathed, her hand on his forearm, squeezing it. "Push harder, honey, work your mother's pussy."

When Vince rolled to his side, she closed her legs, and crossed her ankles, pinning his hand between her legs. His cock was now resting on her thigh and Rose placed her hand on top of it, pushing it into her leg and sliding her palm up and down his length.

Vince's thumb rotated on her clit, while he flexed his wrist, working his fingers in and out of her. Rose lay back on the pillow, moaning softly, her hips rocking into his fingers. She felt his cock pulsing against her leg, and his pre-cum oozing onto it.

She grabbed her nipple, rolling it between her fingers, then cried out in surprised pleasure when, with no hesitation, Vince lowered his head and sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck!" She swore. "Someone's done this before, haven't they?"

Vince winked at her, that simple gesture causing her hips to buck hard into his fingers. God, for something that was supposed to be wrong it was so fucking hot! Hot enough that Rose's thighs were already trembling and her legs straightening.

"Just like that," she whispered. "Make mama come, Vince, then you can lay back and I'll take good care of you."

Vince moaned around her nipple when she gave his cock a squeeze for emphasis. His thumb pressed harder into her clit, and he surprised her again, by pushing a third finger into her sopping cunt.

As wet as she was, having three fingers inside bordered on uncomfortable for the first few seconds, but the fact he'd done it, and the way his tongue swirled around her attention starved tit, more than made up for it.

"Honey, you're being so good to me," she purred. "I'm going to make you cum so hard!"

"Get what you give, right mom?" he asked around her nipple, flashing her a sly smile that had her hips thrusting faster into his fingers.

It also had her wondering if he'd thought of her before because he seemed way too comfortable with her body, and what they were doing.

Then again, wasn't she, and she'd never had a sexual thought about her son until tonight. Somewhere in her mind, Rose wondered how she'd feel about this tomorrow morning, but right now all she was feeling was the impending explosion that had her toes curling, and her back arching.

She'd stopped playing with his cock and her hand now roamed across Vince's upper body, rubbing his back, his shoulder, then down his arm. The feeling of hard muscle beneath his sweaty skin increased her already out of control lust.

When she slid her hand into his sweat dampened hair, and pushed on his head, forcing his face into her breast, Vince moaned, and his cock twitched against her leg. The two of them were acting like a drunken couple having a hot one-night stand, neither caring, at least in the heat of the moment, who they really were to each other.

"Oh fuck!" Rose cried out, pinching her nipple harder, as she dug her fingers into his short hair, and pushed harder, all but force feeding him her tit. "Oh, God, Vince you're going to make me come!"

The sound of her own words, and how wrong, yet right they sounded, sent her over the edge. Rose released a low guttural sounding moan as her pussy contracted around her son's fingers, and the strongest orgasm she'd had in years slammed through her.

The low growling sound turned into a high-pitched squeal as she writhed on the bed, her hips bucking, and thighs clamping around Vince's hand, grinding her wet cunt into him. He continued to work her clit, and wiggle his fingers inside her, his tongue busy on her nipple.

Even as her body was wracked with waves of intense pleasure, Rose caught Vince's eyes, and they were focused on her face as she alternately yelped, gasped, and went back to the low groans she made when she came hard.

"Oh, damn," she breathed as her body slumped limply into the mattress. Her she uncrossed her suddenly weak legs, and lay there gasping for breath as her pussy continued to quiver around Vince's fingers. "So hard," she moaned softly. "Came so hard."

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Vince lifted his head from her breast. "You came like a porn star."

"Your mother can do a lot of things like a porn star." She replied while giving him a shove in the chest to get him to roll over onto his back. "I need someone to make me want to."

Vince obediently lay on his back, and looking at her, gave her a nervous smile. "My turn?"

"Damn straight it is." It was her turn to move onto her side, propping her self up with one arm as he had.

She grabbed his cock at the tip, milking pre-cum from him, and as she had before used it to lube up his shaft.

"That feels so good." Vince moaned as his mother stroked the length of his cock.

"Yeah, it does," Rose agreed. "You're so fucking hard, honey. And this cock is amazing!"

"Just saying that because it's the one in your hand?" he laughed

"Smart ass." Rose replied, but with a big smile. She'd forgotten sex was supposed to be fun, not a chore.

Vince looked as if he were going to reply, but it turned into a gasp as for the first time Rose worked her hand rapidly up and down his cock, not just teasing, but jerking him. Rose's eyes darted back and forth between the beautiful cock in her hand, loving the way her red nails looked on his shaft, and then to his face, watching him also enjoy his mom's hand on his dick.

He moaned quietly and his hips were now moving as Rose stroked him, bringing him closer each time her hand worked his full length. Rose stared at his angry purple tip which continued to ooze pre-cum.

The sight of it had her licking her lips, and she realized she had leaned closer, her head now over his thigh. She squeezed him tighter, and slowed her stroking, making him release a sound that was a mixture of a moan and whimper of frustration as she held off his impending explosion.

The way his cock throbbed in her hand, and how good it looked glistening with pre-cum and her hand around it, had her mouthwatering. His cock seemed to be getting bigger, but it was her eyes getting closer as without conscious thought, her head was now across his lap, her lips inches from his tip.

Vince put his hand on the middle of her back, and she felt his fingers trembling. Rose sucked on her lower lip. She knew what she wanted. She wanted this glorious cock in her mouth. She loved sucking cock, and missed it, but she'd be damned if she'd do it for someone who wouldn't do a damn thing for her.

But her son had just given her one hell of an orgasm, and for that shouldn't he get a nice treat?

"You're right Vince," she spoke just loud enough for him to hear. "You get what you give."

Rose opened wide and took his cock deep into her mouth.

"Mom!" Vince gasped. "You...oh shit!"

Rose moaned around his hard flesh, her eyes rolling back as she opened wider, and took more of him into her mouth. He was so damn thick! But she relaxed, angled her head, and continued to work her soft lips down his shaft.

With a gagging sound, Rose managed to get her mouth to the base of his shaft. Behind her, Vince was moaning "Mom" repeatedly and when she shook her head, working his sensitive tip around her mouth, his fingers pressed into her back and his entire body tensed.

Rose held him there, reveling in the feeling of having her mouth stuffed with hard young cock. His pre-cum oozed down her throat, and overcome with the desire to suck, she worked her lips to his tip.

Rose released him long enough to spit on it, a move that elicited a surprised gas from Vince. She took a breath, then went to town, sucking her son's cock like the porn star she'd just told him she was happy to be.

She slid further across his lap, so she could rest her upper body on him as she bobbed her head rapidly. Vince's hips jerked when she cupped his full balls and rubbed them gently. At this point she was just using her mouth, and thought it was a shame he couldn't see his cock in her mouth.

Rose thought about rolling over between his legs, but his legs were already trembling, and she knew he need to come as badly as she had. There was also the very real concern that if she rolled over, she might decide to go all the way and ride him like she had in her taboo masturbation fantasy, before she'd stopped.

Vince's other hand slid into her hair and she moaned at the way it was shaking. His while body was shaking. She was sure this was far from the first blow job he'd ever received, but she bet it was a whole different thrill when it was your mother's mouth on your cock.

She knew that because the fact this was her son she was sucking had her hips rocking and her pussy flowing even though she'd just come minutes ago. Her breasts were pressing into his stomach and she moaned louder when his hand slid all the way down her back to her ass.

He gave her ass a squeeze, and it pushed her to bob her head even faster. Rose was sucking loud and sloppy, making wet gurgling sounds as she let her spit and his pre-cum slide from her mouth as she worked her way t the tip, then slurping it back up on the way down.

Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning as much as he was just from the pleasure of having him in her mouth. The way his body shook and the now higher pitched desperate moans behind were music to her ears, and fueled her to suck harder, as if she were in a race.

His balls tightened in her hand and behind her he gasped. "Take it out, I'm going to come!" when she kept sucking, he sounded panicked. "I...I can't hold it back, I... Oh my god!"

His cock erupted in her mouth and Rose squealed around it as a thick warm jet of cum struck the back of her mouth and slid down her throat. Vince moaned and his hips jerked as his mother continued to suck, rubbing and squeezing his balls to completely drain them into her willing mouth.

He continued to squirt in her mouth, a huge load worthy of the size of his balls and incredible cock. Some if it slid from the corners of her mouth, but Rose eagerly sucked it back up as if it were the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted.

"Oh, stop!" Vince groaned when even her most fervent sucking couldn't coax another drop from him. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling on it and sending another wave of forbidden heat through her.

She eased him from her mouth, and sitting up, smiled down at him.

"How's that for porn star?"

"I think you'd do just fine." He returned her smile. "My Mom's mad blow job skills."

"Honey, that was a quickie, I have skills that would make your head explode."

She lay back down next to him, and hooking her foot under the sheet, drew her leg up to grab it and pull it up over their waists. She tugged her tank top down back over her breasts, and when she realized he hadn't replied, looked over to him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking about what you said." This time the smile was gone. "What did we just do?"

"We took care of each other." Rose shrugged. "And like I said, this is our little secret. We both needed something, we helped each out, and now we go to sleep."

"We just forget about it?" His shrug was identical to hers. "I guess that's what we have to do, right?"

"Right, now get some sleep. Long day of driving tomorrow. We're trying to get to your aunts so we don't have to risk another shithole like this."

"You know, all of a sudden this place isn't so bad." He gave her a sweet smile. "Love you, Mom."

"You say that to every woman who blows you?" She teased.

"No, just the ones who are really good at it." He quipped. "But really, I love you."

"Love you too."

She closed her eyes, trying to tell herself she could sleep after what just happened. Despite the orgasm she swore she was as horny as before they'd played. Giving head always made her horny, she should have gotten him off first, then he would have settled her down.

"You know," Vince spoke from beside her. "What we did made me feel closer to you, like we shared something even though it was wrong."

He surprised her by reaching over and putting his hand over hers where she had them folded on her chest. "Only we can know about it, makes it kind of special."

"Right, special." Rose replied, trying to sound tired. "Now we drop it, okay, honey?"

"Right, sorry, night mom."

Rose didn't respond so the conversation wouldn't keep going.

Because she knew damn well if it did, she might suck him hard and let him fuck her.

*****

"That's it, baby, fuck me!" Rose cried out, her nails digging into Vince's shoulders as he lay between her legs, fucking her. "Come on, Vince, be a good boy and give mommy what she needs!"

Rose's eyes flew open, and she released a frustrated sigh. That was the third time she'd nodded off, and all three times she'd dreamt of her and Vince fucking. Like the last two times she awoke to her heart racing, her nipples erect and her clit aching.

How could she be this goddamn horny? She knew the answer, she wanted more. When sex was good, Rose always wanted more. There were weekends in their younger days they only left the bed to use the bathroom and eat.

Those days, Rose had felt as if she were drunk on sex, and every orgasm just made her crave another. She'd suck Brian hard again and again until when he came only a couple of drops would dribble out and he'd moan that his balls hurt.

She felt that way now. That orgasm was so good she wanted another. No, she was kidding herself, there was only one thing she really wanted right now.

Her son's cock inside her.

She looked over at Vince. His eyes were closed and his breathing steady, but he'd fooled her before. Rose wiped at her sweaty face, their little taboo encounter had done nothing to cool down either the room or her body physically or sexually.

Vince was sweating as well, his face and chest beaded with perspiration. Damn, he looked sexy. Rose's leg was against his and she felt the sweat between their legs and loved the feeling. But to be this sweaty they should have had the fun to earn it.