Ever Notice? Ch. 05

The first thick spurts, one after the other, jetted straight down her throat. But she quickly swept up his shuddering, bucking length to let him cum in her mouth. Forced to swallow, she worked his cock with her hand, urging him along. He filled up her mouth a second and a third time, and finally she was forced to release him, coughing up wads of sperm, letting it drip from her lips and fall onto his legs. His cock still fired away, painting several lines across her beautiful face before she aimed him at her huge tits. The last few streamers sprayed into her voluminous cleavage as she twisted, wrapping his cock between her breasts.

Finally the both of them lay gasping, the boy sweating and overcome, the mother coated in pearly white cum, eyes glazed with lust and passion.

"And then," Tom finished, "I got out of there before one of them noticed me. I stayed too long as it was. I came home horny as fuck and you weren't here, so I guess I fell asleep."

"Jesus, baby," Alice said, scooping up trails of sticky jism with her fingers and feeding them to herself. "I can hardly believe it. I'm so happy for Christina. She's wanted this so long. She's tried so hard to tempt Eric, too. I've been rooting for her."

"I bet," said Tom. "You just want another mother to compare notes with."

Alice smiled at her son, and it was one of her mysterious smiles. Like she knew more than she was letting on. "What?" Tom asked. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, Tommy, my boy, you have a lot to learn. In the meantime, though, I can see that you're still as hard as a rock, and Mommy's pussy is very, very itchy. I need my baby boy deep inside me." She scooped up another wad of cum from her breast and licked it off her finger. "I want to feel another one of those geysers of yours pumping into me. Can you do that for Mommy?"

With a growl, Tom twisted on the bed and threw himself at his mother. She groaned with lust as he kissed her cummy lips, and moved her body where he wanted her to go, spreading across the bed. Her legs parted, and his huge cock sawed between them, his cock head grazing her pussy lips. She reached down to grip him and guide him, pointing his thick mushroom head at her weeping gash. He jabbed forward, and the first few inches sank home. He hitched back and thrust again, controlling himself, only letting a little bit more of his length into her with each thrust.

Alice moaned in frustration, grabbed his ass, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. Tom grunted as he sank balls deep into his mother's pussy, while Alice released a crooning cry of jubilation. Then they two began fucking in earnest. Tom's hips moved like pistons, slamming his cock into his mother again and again, deeper and deeper with each thrust. He drove her across the bed, until they reached the edge, and were forced to decouple and reposition.

Alice was able to brace herself against the headboard, but even so her son's furious pounding pushed her into the pillows. She lost track of things then as a glorious orgasm blossomed deep within her belly and roiled outward through her entire body.

"My son," she thought, as she though every time this happened, "my son is fucking me! And he's fucking me better than anyone else ever has! My boy!" But this time she added a new thought: "I bet Christina is fucking her son right now too," and just that thought, helped along by the thick dick plundering her pussy, set her off on another galloping extended orgasm that left her limbs weak and her lungs aching.

But her tireless son, having just gotten off in her mouth, was nowhere close to finishing off yet. He let Alice rest for a few moments, then repositioned her beneath him, turning her slightly on her side, extending her athletic left leg up across his chest, tucking her other leg beneath her, and began to fuck her sidesaddle. Sweat poured off his muscular chest and arms, and his groin was awash in a mixture of his precum and her fluids.

Alice's tits bounced with each savage thrust, and she gritted her teeth as another orgasm surged through her. She felt her son kissing her calf, her heel, and sucking on her big toe, while he hammered away at her weeping pussy. She was just a flood of moisture at this point, and must have felt loose indeed to her son, but he never slowed. His eyes burned with fierce, consuming passion, and for a moment Alice wondered who he was fucking – her or Christina – but only for a moment. Because a fourth orgasm stole her breath and thoughts away, and even as the aftershocks were still rumbling through her system, Tom manhandled her again.

He pulled out, turned her on all fours, pushed her head into the pillow and raised her plush ass up, and then drilled forward into her pussy. The different angle allowed his cock to hit different parts of her interior, while the position allowed him to go just a little bit deeper. The pillow beneath Alice turned wet with tears and saliva as she moaned open mouthed while her son brutally fucked her, just the way she liked it.

He planted both hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed and kneaded her firm backside while he sawed in and out of her. "Fuck, Mom," he groaned, "you have the best ass I have ever seen."

Question answered, she realized. Her mouth shut, her eyes opened, and she slammed her hips back against him. Her tired pussy muscles tightened around his rampaging member, and she began to fuck back at her son with sudden passion and fury.

Tom gripped the globes of her ass so tight, she thought he might leave bruises, and lurched forward, driving himself deeper. She felt his cock swell even larger within her, and then his cannon went off, shuddering and bucking and throbbing, sending an endless supply of virile sperm into her depths. She teetered on the edge for a half-second, and then as the volley continued inside her, ropes of creamy cum inundating her womb, Alice's fifth orgasm took her. She might have screamed her son's name, or tried to, she couldn't remember. All she knew was that her every nerve ending was one fire, and it felt like her pussy was a raging inferno, sending sparks and flames through her body in wave after wave.

When Tom collapsed against her back, gasping, and he slowly withdrew, allowing her body to relax, Alice felt consciousness drift away.

*

In the shower, Eric expected more love play, but his mother insisted on cleaning one another first. The master bath had a full shower, large enough for three or four people, which gave them plenty of room to maneuver without jabbing elbows or knees or other body parts getting in the way.

Christina stepped under the water first, letting it sluice down her pneumatic form, then tugged Eric underneath to soak him too. She took her loofa and soap and began to gently wash her son. When Eric tried to assist she batted at his hands and smiled at him. "Let me do this, sweetie. And then you can do me." She laughed. "I mean, you can wash me. And then do me."

They both laughed and Eric impulsively kissed her. She kissed back, then pushed him away, flicked his nose, and scrubbed him down. Eric stood and let her work, admiring her beauty, her shape, her scent. His cock grew long and hard very quickly under her ministrations, and she allowed herself to nudge it with an elbow, let it bump against her belly, and so on, while she washed him.

Eric couldn't repress a groan when she went to her knees. With a smirk, she washed his legs, then returned to his cock and balls and anointed them with soap and water. She set the loofa aside and began to wash him down with her hands. She cupped his balls and rolled them a little in her palm, while another hand swept up and down his length. Eric groaned again. She wasn't washing him now, but obviously jacking him off. She did it expertly, thumb and forefinger lightly encircling him, the heel of her hand scraping the sensitive underside. The soap was wiped away in moments, and soon the only lubrication was Eric's own precum.

"Mom," Eric managed to say, "I thought we were getting clean."

"Mmmm, we are," Christina cooed. "I just wanted to get a little dirtier first. You have such a beautiful, proud, gorgeous cock, Eric. I want to see it cum. I want to see you fire off one of those tremendous loads of yours, and I want you to cover me with your seed. Can you do that for Mommy?"

"Fuck, Mom, what you're doing to me," Eric muttered. He braced himself against the wall and glass of the shower and thrust his hips a little, driving his cock through his mother's fingers.

She tickled him just beneath the glans with her thumb and licked her lips. "Are you getting close, baby? Have you got a treat for Mommy?"

Eric felt the familiar tingle at the base of his cock. His balls bounced between his legs, and he thrust forward, shearing through his mother's fingers. His angry cockhead swelled and he felt the semen travel up through the tube and explode outward in one long trailing jet. The first rope hit Christina on the chin and sprayed across her lips, nose, cheek, and forehead, finally settling in her red hair. She aimed the shuddering cock as it spat its load. Cum splattered across her collarbone, the top of her breasts, her cleavage, each pendulous globe and nipple. Eric groaned and grunted as his semen continued to spray, coating his mother in a thick layer of shining white jism that slid and pooled around on her creamy flesh.

Christina cooed and laughed in joy and lust as her son continued to rain down cum upon her, a volley of thick, viscous ropes, each one as juicy as the last. Finally, as his flood subsided, Christina leaned forward and took his cockhead between her lips, letting the last few drops spill upon her tongue.

Eric stepped backward as his mother stood up on shaky legs. Her entire upper body was coated in his cum, like frosting on a cake. It slid off her curves, dripping onto the shower floor. Christina cupped her breasts and rubbed the semen into her skin, tweaking her own nipples.

She licked cum off her lips. "How many times have you shot off today? And you can still generate that much?" She laughed with lustful joy. "Whatever it is you've been eating, I'm going to stock the pantry with it and make sure you have it every day." She shook her head in disbelief. "Your cum tastes so good." Putting words to action, she brought her cum smeared hands to her mouth and sucked jizz off each finger. "Mmmm... it could be an ice cream flavor."

Eric's cock, at half mast following his eruption, slowly began to harden once more. Christina's eyes widened. "You never stop, do you, sweetie-bear?"

"I don't know what it is, Mom," Eric said hesitantly. "I've never been this horny before, I guess. I can't stop thinking about fucking you. I just want to do it over and over and over again."

Christina smiled. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance." She stepped under the shower and let the streaming, steaming water begin to wash away the sheets of cum coating her body. She turned, showing off her delectable ass, and scrubbed with her hands. "Grab the loofa, would you dear, and the soap?"

Eric obliged and began to wash his mother down. He started with her shoulders and back, covering them with a layer of suds before sinking his fingers into her muscles to massage them. His mother moaned in appreciation and leaned into him. "You always did have magic fingers."

Eric smiled. He used to give his mother backrubs when he was little. But never like this. He moved lower, alternating washing and kneading her muscles. There were knots in her back that he rubbed away, though her body was slick with soap and water. He moved lower, grabbing her delectable ass with both hands and giving her cheeks a good squeeze. His mother squealed and turned around, slipping a little on the surface of the shower floor.

"Magic fingers and grabby hands," she admonished. Eric laughed. He had released her ass, but now reached out to cup her huge breasts. Her hard nipples pressed into his palm.

"You have gorgeous breasts, Mom," Eric said. He loved the weight and heft of them in his hands. Her skin was so smooth to the touch, and the way his fingers slid over the curve of her breast excited him so much. He squeezed the loofa over his mother's cleavage, and soapy water poured out over her rack. Eric grinned and ran his hands over her tits, washing them while feeling her up at the same time.

Christina watched him, a bemused look on her face. "You always were fascinated with these," she said. "Even as a baby, you could never get enough of them."

"I can't get enough of them now," Eric said. He flicked a nipple with his thumb, eliciting a little gasp from Christina. Eric wiped soapy water away from the hard pink nubbin and bent over, capturing it between his lips. He suckled, tasting her, teasing her with teeth and tongue and lips.

"Oooh. . . naughty boy," Christina said. "You're supposed to be washing me."

Eric released her nipple. "Like you washed me, Mom?"

She nodded, cheeks flushed. Eric grinned and went lower.

He washed her smooth belly, her creamy thighs and strong calves. He rubbed the loofa across her neatly trimmed bush and lightly rubbed her pussy lips. They were pink and swollen, and gleamed wetly before the loofa touched them. Eric tossed the loofa aside and put his hand against her mound. He felt her heat against his palm. He spread her lips with two fingers and began to caress her folds. Christina planted a hand on his shoulder and spread her legs slightly.

He teased and caressed, and massaged the small nubbin at the apex of her gash. Christina mewed and rolled her hips in little circles. Eric stood up, cupping her, and slipped a finger into her pussy. He curled it up into her, hunting, seeking, probing. He found a small patch of ridged flesh and manipulated it with his fingertip. Christina pressed her tits against his chest, almost flattening them, and buried her face in his shoulder. Her hips moved faster now, as did his hand. Her breath came in little gasps, and she started making little cooing noises when his thumb found her clit and began to roll over it again and again.

Christina gripped his forearm, locking him in place. As if he was going anywhere. Her hips circled again, and then she was coming. A flood of fluid coated his hand, and he felt her teeth sinking into his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood.

Eric held his mother for long moments as her gorgeous body shivered and shook. Even when she quieted, and folded into him, kissing his shoulder where she bit him, he held her. He could feel her heart thundering in her chest, and knew his was an echo. She kissed up from his shoulder, across his collarbone and throat and chin and his lips.

"That was good," she said needlessly. "How are you feeling, baby? Are you ready for more? Are you ready to fuck Mommy again?"

Eric kissed her. "Always."

She smiled one of those dazzling smiles of hers. "Let's go to bed."

Eric followed his mother into her bedroom. He watched, bemused, as she slipped on a short robe. She went around, pulling drapes and lighting candles, while Eric climbed up onto her enormous king-sized bed with its plush comforter and multiple pillows.

He lay back against the headboard and spread his arms, admiring the way her robe parted, showing cleavage, how her tits swung happily beneath the thin material, and how the hem rose up to show off the globes of her ass and a glimpse of her pussy. Eric didn't know why this was hotter than just admiring her nude form, and he didn't want to analyze it. He just enjoyed it.

When the room was sufficiently lit, Christina shrugged out of the little robe. It slid off her curves and pooled at her feet. With a sultry smile, she climbed up onto the bed on all fours and approached her son.

Christina nudged his ankles and he parted his legs. She slid between them, and then knelt in front of his crotch. She placed her hands on his hips and leaned forward. Her big tits swung on her chest. Eric couldn't resist reaching out to cup them.

"Your... breasts are so beautiful, Mom," Eric said.

She laughed, delighted. "Thank you, baby." Her slim fingers encircled his rampant erection. "But you can call them 'tits' if you want."

It was Eric's turn to laugh. "I guess so," he admitted. "It's just a little weird to use that kind of language in front of your mother."

Christina began to slowly slide her hands up and down Eric's huge cock. "Sweetie-bear, you've had your cock inside me, you've busted your nut down my throat, in my pussy, and across my tits, and you've brought me off so many times I've lost count. We crossed naughty language off the list of taboos a long, long time ago."

Eric actually blushed. He felt the heat on his cheeks, but before he could get more embarrassed, his mother leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "You're adorable," she said. She spread her legs, straddling his hips, and aimed his cock at her pussy.

The mushroom head of his cock nudged up against her moist, engorged pussy lips. She moved his dick backward and forward, dragging the cockhead through her cleft, anointing it with her juices. His own precum mixed with her fluids as he began to drip copiously himself.

"So hard for Mommy," Christina cooed. "Are Mommy's big tits making you hard? Or is it Mommy's wet pussy? Do you want to fuck me, son? Do you want to slide your hard prick into Mommy's dripping pussy and make me come over and over again?"

Eric groaned. "Yes, Mom, I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you." His hands found her hips, and would have tugged her downward, spearing her on his lance, but she held firm. She continued to tease him, dragging his aching cockhead through her wet furrow.

Christina moaned. Her hips swayed, making little circles. It felt like her pussy lips were nipping at his cock. "Oh, sweetie-bear, I want that too. I want to feel my son's big hard penis thrusting into me, and I want to feel it swell and thicken inside me, and I want to – ooohhhh!"

Enough teasing. With a growl, Eric tugged harder. His mother's pussy opened up for him and he drive into her. Gravity and Eric's hips did the work, burying his raging cock balls deep in his mother. Her hands fell onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, squeezing hard as Eric pierced the very core of her existence. Her cry of shock turned into a shriek of pleasure as she suddenly orgasmed.

Eric held tight to his mother's hips and began to thrust upward into her. Her heavy tits swung wildly with each jab, until Eric curled up into them and buried his head in her cleavage. He inhaled sharply the delectable scent of his mother, and finally felt her begin to fuck back at him. She rose up on his length and drove downward, engulfing him. Her pussy nipped at him, her folds tightened around his swollen length, her fluids soaking into his aching hardness, dripping out onto his crotch and balls.

Eric shifted his grip, grabbing his mother's plush, full ass. He kneaded the pale flesh, delighting in how it gave against his hands and pushed back against his palms. His cock slammed into her over and over again, feeling his cockhead bumping against something deep inside her. Christina mewled and cooed, reduced to making nonsense sounds as her son fucked into her repeatedly.

Eric trapped a pink nipple between his lips and suckled, a little harder than he intended, but Christina didn't seem to mind. Her hips moved faster the harder he sucked. He felt her pussy tightened around his rod once more, and her body shook above him. She moaned incoherently, although he thought he heard his name mentioned at least once.

She slumped against him briefly, kissing the top of his head. She pulled away, kissed his forehead, his nose, his eyes, his lips. "That was a big one," she gasped. She moved her hips. "I've had a lot of big ones today."