The Amazin' Amazon Mom Ch. 02

Kevin's raging hard-on showed no signs of slacking. Diana smiled, one hand cupping her tits through her shirt, the other down her pants, teasing a climax from her sodden pussy. If Ivy thought she was showing off her son's stamina, she should think again. Justin could go for hours and recover instantly, too.

Diana wanted Justin desperately that moment, but she was glued to the spot. Ivy and Kevin weren't done, and she wanted to see every bit of the action.

"Baby's still hard," Ivy said unnecessarily.

Kevin grinned again, flexed his cock, and then grabbed his mother. In one smooth movement he lifted her up and flipped her over. Ivy giggled like a school girl as her son manhandled her. In a heartbeat, their positions were reversed, and Kevin lay atop his mother. "So strong," Ivy cooed. "My little boy has become a man."

Kevin quirked an eyebrow. Ivy shrugged and smiled. "What are you waiting for, darling?"

Kevin aimed his cock at the wet furrow between his mother's legs and thrust forward. His massive member sank into his mother's pussy with a sucking sound. Both Valentines moaned. Ivy's thighs clamped against Kevin's flanks, and her calves pressed against his buttocks. She urged him on with the thrust of her hips, the muscles in her legs, and the little sounds she made as her son plundered her body.

Kevin grunted with each savage thrust. Diana watched in rapt attention as Kevin's huge cock sank into Ivy again and again, gleaming wetly as it withdrew, eliciting a cry from Ivy as it sank deeply again. Kevin rode his mother hard, fucking her for all he was worth. Ivy's full breasts bounced on her chest, her thighs bunched and flexed, and both mother and son were coated with a sheen of sweat. Ivy's face contorted in pleasure, a red flush spread across her chest and cheeks, and Diana could see that her friend was riding the crest of a massive orgasm. Ivy came with an ear-splitting cry, throwing her head back into the pillow. Kevin sawed into her even as she climaxed, extending and maximizing the pleasure she felt.

Slowly Kevin subsided. Ivy did as well, slumping slightly on her son's bed. "You didn't cum," she said breathlessly.

Shaking his head, Kevin began to fuck her again, plunging into his mother over and over. Ivy mewled and gripped her son again, wrapping her thighs around him again. Almost instantly, Ivy was coming a second time, urged on by her son's rough fucking. He didn't have much for technique, Diana noted, but he more than made up for it in stamina and size. She could see why Ivy was enjoying herself so much, why Ivy would be so blase about Diana's own revelation.

Diana's hand moved furiously, the two first fingers of her hand teasing her inner folds as she thrust them inside to the rhythm of Kevin's movements. She wanted to cum, so badly, but she knew it wouldn't happen. She needed a cock. She needed Justin.

"I'm getting close," Kevin gasped. A drop of sweat fell from his chin and splattered on Ivy's lips.

"Me too," Ivy cried. "Just a little longer, darling, and then I want to see you... I want to feel you... I want your cum on my belly, my breasts, my lips and cheeks."

Kevin moaned. His eyes were screwed shut. "You got it, mom," he managed to grunt. He slammed home once more and set Ivy off, her third climax of the morning. Kevin stayed with her as long he could, still thrusting, until it was too much. He whipped his cock free of his mother's slick pussy and aimed it towards her.

A stream of jism erupted from the head of Kevin's cock, sailing through the air to splatter against Ivy's left cheek. It dribbled down to her neck, even as another wad of white cream struck her parted lips. Kevin's massive cannon fired again and again, doing as his mother wished, painting her upper body and belly with pools of cum. He grunted and gasped as his orgasm erupted all over his mother. Cum dribbled down her full breasts, settling in the valley between them and pouring down onto her stomach. Ivy shimmied on the bed and reached up to grip Kevin's semi-hard member. She kissed the tip, slurping up the remnants of his cum, and swallowed the first few inches, cleaning off their combined juices.

Kevin collapsed beside his mother. Ivy scooped up cum from her belly and breasts. She spread her fingers to admire the cream. "So thick and tasty," she mumbled, then fed it to herself. Kevin groaned. His mother was putting lead into his pencil again.

But Ivy was satisfied. Perhaps not carnally, but clearly she had made her point to Diana. She rose from the bed, still coated in her son's creamy cum. Reaching down, she picked her housecoat off the floor and sauntered towards the door. Diana scampered out of the way, ducking down the hall as quickly and quietly as she dared. She heard Ivy say, "Breakfast in ten, darling," before her friend appeared in the hall. Ivy shut Kevin's door behind her and then walked down the hall towards Diana.

Ivy reeked of sex, of sweat and coital juices, both her own and her son's. She smiled at Diana, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. "Now do you see?" she whispered. Diana could only nod.

Some time later, at the Pappamarkakis house, Justin slowly awakened. With gummy eyes he examined the clock beside his bed and groaned. He had already slept half the day away. While he liked to sleep in on the weekends, he didn't like to sleep quite that late. Why hadn't his mother waken him?

With a start, he realized Diana was not with him. But he remembered them falling asleep in his bed after the fourth time. He slapped a hand against his forehead. He had fucked his mother. Four times. No wonder she had bolted without saying a word. Normal people didn't do that sort of thing. Not for real. What had they done?

Justin slowly levered himself out of bed. His whole body ached, but his shoulders and thighs and lower back hurt the most. That surprised him. He was in shape, but he had worked his body in ways he had never done before. He stretched, naked, in the sunshine from the window. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and padded dully to the bathroom.

He felt slightly better after a shower and a shave. His muscles had relaxed, and he stretched a little bit as he dressed. He went down to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich because he was hungry, not because he felt like eating. He didn't know how he felt. Strange, certainly. Unstuck from himself, like his spirit had risen out of his body, leaving nothing but dead meat behind. Where was his mother? What had Diana done while he slept? Where had she gone? He wouldn't feel settled until he saw her, spoke to her, but even so he dreaded that moment.

What could he say? What could he do? They had never been what one would call close, despite being the only two people in the house. Still, that didn't explain what he had done to her. They were mother and son. Mother and sons didn't do the things they did. Sons didn't throw their mothers down on a bed and wrap their lips around heaving tits. Sons didn't trail kisses down their mother's stomachs and scrape their tongues along pussy lips. Sons didn't rise up with a painful erection and drive it home into that secret, moist and ready depth between their mother's legs, driving home again and again until both mother and son came in a blistering, shared climax.

Justin shook his head. His cock was hard as a rock, just thinking about it. What scared him the most? That they would do it again, or that they wouldn't?

Justin thought he heard a sound from the backyard and walked over to the kitchen window. He thought he saw his mother sitting in a chaise lounge by the pool, but the angle wasn't great. There was someone out there, but who could it be? Who else could it be, Justin asked himself. He stepped back from the window. What now?

Well, he thought, Diana had raised a motherfucker, but she hadn't raised a coward. Justin took a deep breath to steel himself and headed for the patio door.

It was a warm, sunny day, with the sun high in the sky and hardly a cloud to mar the bright blue. The pool looked just as bright as the sky, the grass a deep green. The concrete patio gleamed white. Justin forced himself to stop admiring the view and walked towards the chaise. Justin's mother was ready for him, and rose to meet him.

Justin froze in his tracks. His mother truly was a beautiful woman. Tall, long legged and buxom, with a warm tan and waves of dark hair spilling down her back. The sky blue string bikini she wore matched her eyes, but the triangles of material barely covered any skin. The full globes of her breasts threatened to explode out of the fabric, and the bottoms barely covered Diana's pubis. She looked uncertain for a moment, a foreign expression, but her lips settled into a thin line, as if she had come to a decision.

"I've been waiting for you to get up," Diana said. She paused, then, "How are you feeling?"

Justin grunted. "I'm okay. How are you?" It sounded lame.

She looked him in the eye. "I'm... conflicted." Justin's heart hammered in his chest, but Diana didn't seem to notice. "Let me tell you something, Justin. Last night was one of the most amazing events of my life. I've never felt or done anything quite like that before. I don't think I realized how much I needed it. How much I needed... you."

Diana took a step closer to Justin. "How did it make you feel? Are you... disgusted? Do you hate me?"

"Hate you?" Justin said in disbelief. "Mom, I love you. I loved every minute of last night. I think... I think I've always wanted you. You're gorgeous and remote, and yet last night you were there with me. You chose to be with me. I don't think I have the words to express..." Justin paused. "It was great," he finished lamely.

Diana smiled, revealing all her teeth, and Justin's heart skipped a beat. "That's all I wanted to hear," Diana said. She stepped into Justin's arms. She kissed him, soft lips against his, parting slightly, her delicate tongue slipping out to taste him. "I'm yours," she said, "until the end of summer. Then you go to college."

Justin pressed his growing hardness against her belly. "Just till the end of summer?"

Diana pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. "We'll see," she said. She kissed him again and then settled down on one knee. Her hands found the waistband of Justin's shorts and tugged them down.

Instantly his hard, throbbing cock bounced up and hit Diana in the chin. Justin arrogantly flexed his prick, and a dollop of precum squirted onto the head. Diana licked her full lips, eyeing him. Then she leaned forward and licked him. Her tongue trailed across the sensitive head of Justin's cock, coaxing more sweet cream from the tip. She diddled his opening with the top of her tongue, then swirled it around his glans.

"Fuck, mom," Justin groaned.

"Not just yet," Diana said. Then her lips were around him, sucking him into her mouth. Her son's precum squirted across her tonsils, and instinctively she swallowed the sweet, buttery cream. Her agile tongue lashed at him, imprisoned within the confines of her warm and soft mouth. Slowly she swallowed more of him, allowing him to slip inch by delicious inch further into her sucking mouth. He felt her throat close around his cockhead just as her nose settled against his stomach, and he groaned lustily once more. Diana swept her lips back upward, releasing her son's luscious cock, and sucked a deep breath through her flared nostrils. She kept the cockhead between her lips, teasing him still with her tongue.

Opening her mouth, her lips frothy with precum and saliva, she ordered, "Fuck my mouth, baby. I want to swallow your cock, I want to feel you spray your load down my throat. I want a belly full of your cum." Then her lips were on him again.

Obliging his beautiful, lusty mother, Justin sank his fingers through her silky hair and began to slowly saw his engorged cock in and out of her mouth. Diana's lips tightened around his girth, trying to make a seal, but with each jerk and thrust her lips parted. Justin felt her teeth graze his cock, felt her throat tighten as he sank all the way home, and felt his balls bounce off his mother's chin.

Diana moaned, creating a thrumming vibration around his cock that intensified the pleasure he felt. He knew he couldn't last much longer. She looked up into her endowed son's eyes with a look of intense lust, mixed with love.

"Mom," he grunted, "I don't think I can. . ."

She moaned in approval, urging him on with lips and tongue and eyes. Her deft fingers cupped his bouncing balls and gave them an almost imperceptible squeeze.

He felt a tightening at the base of his cock, while simultaneously he swelled in size, nearly choking his mother. Then his mighty cock shuddered and a glob of cum raced up through it to splatter against the roof of his mother's mouth. He sank in as deep as he could, but her hands pressed against his belly and kept him from going too deep. Still, he was deep enough, jettisoning load after viscous load of pearly cum straight down her throat. Her neck moved as she swallowed each precious drop, but she gently and insistently maneuvered him until only the sensitive cock head lay between her lips, still ejaculating an enormous amount of jism. Diana's cheeks ballooned and she struggled to swallow his prodigious spend, but it ultimately proved too much.

Diana released her son's cock with a spermy cough. His rigid, shuddering battering ram continued to spray, jetting pearly strands across the tanned upper slopes of her breasts, staining the blue panels of her bikini. Rivulets of semen slid between her thrusting tits and flowed down across her smooth belly. Diana, recovering, still swallowing, cupped her hands before Justin's shuddering cockhead and caught the last few splatters between her fingers.

Justin, gasping, stepped backwards and admired his mother.

She knelt on the hard stone of the pool patio, tanned and luscious, her lips and cheeks and chin coated with a thin sheen of semen. Pools of cum spread across her huge, heaving breasts and soaked into her bikini top. He had painted her upper body nearly white, he realized, and it was a wonder that not a drop touched her hair or her eyes. Even as he admired her, she greedily brought her hands to her lips and noisily slurped up the dregs of jism that she had caught. She licked her fingers clean, then began the arduous, delicious process of scooping up the cum splattering her body and feeding herself.

However, the cum that oozed across her belly she spread, and eased a cum covered hand between her legs. Her fingers dipped beneath the soaked bikini bottoms and forced Justin's cum into her sopping pussy.

"You're still hard," Diana noted with lust glazed eyes.

"You're surprised?" Justin said. He swept his shorts off his legs and kicked them away.

"No," Diana admitted, admiring his unflagging erection. She stood gracefully, still licking semen stained lips, and turned to the chaise lounge. She bent across it on her palms and spread her legs wide. "Get over here and fuck momma. I need your cock inside me, baby."

Justin grinned. He gripped his mother by the hips and pressed his massive cock across her ass cheeks. They were full and firm, as hard as steel and yet giving under the weight of his cock. He wedged his dick between her cheeks and slowly thrust across the gap between them. Diana moaned, twitching her ass. "Don't tease me, Justin. Fuck me!"

"Yes, Ma'am," Justin said. He found the strings tying the bikini bottoms to his mother and pulled them loose. The scrap of material should have fluttered to the ground, but it was plastered to Diana's pussy by her juices. With a lecherous grin, Justin peeled the bottoms off of his mother and tossed them in a sodden pile on the patio.

Diana's pink, engorged pussy lips welcomed Justin's cockhead as he brushed against them. She was open and inviting, warm and wet, and he slid into her in one easy thrust that elicited lustful groans from both of them.

Once again, Justin was balls deep in his mother's pussy. And he couldn't be happier. She gripped him tight, her pussy muscles caressing his every inch like a velvet glove.

Diana tossed her hair and looked over her shoulder at her son. He looked so powerful, so manly, so gorgeous, standing there behind her, plundering her pussy with his massive rod. She knew in her heart that she could never give this up, the mad intensity of this forbidden passion. This cock was hers. She had borne it, raised it, looked after it, and now she was going to use it as much as possible before she went completely mad from it. Justin fucked into her as though her were a born cocksmith, graceful and powerful at once. His every inch caressed her inner folds just right. His cockhead seemed to bend just the right way to nudge her g-spot with every thrust. She felt a massive orgasm building, building, building..,

... Justin reached down, pressing his belly against the globes of his mother's perfect ass, to cup her bouncing tits within the loose confines of her bikini. Doing so altered his angle slightly, and gave him just a tiny bit more penetration...

... so that just as Justin's palms pressed hard against Diana's sensitive nipples, his cockhead bumped up against her cervix. And the orgasm that had been building since she had knelt before him to worship his cock, exploded throughout her body. She shook in ecstasy, her pussy creaming around Justin's cock, even as it tightened harder around him to extend the sensation of him being so deep insider her. She felt as though every muscle in her body contracted and expanded at once. She shook and shuddered and thrust back hard against her son as pleasure so sharp as to be almost painful engulfed her luscious form.

It took her a half second to realize, as she came down from her climax, that Justin was still hard and slamming away. "O, fuck!" Diana wailed, as another orgasm, the equal to the first, thundered through her.

A third one threatened as Justin's belly slapped against her ass once more. He was grunting with each heroic thrust. She felt his sweat spray across her arching back, and looked back again at him. Justin's face was red, his eyes thinned to slits as he concentrated, wringing another orgasm from his mother. It crested, and she rode with it, crying out again, unable to contain herself. Ivy had been right. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this. How could there be? For pleasure this intense, this complete, Diana would have fucked anyone. She wished she had started with Justin sooner.

Justin fought to keep from cumming. But it was almost too much. His mother was like a wildcat. Already she had come three times, her body bouncing around violently beneath his, her pussy thrusting hard against his cock, a counter-thrust for every thrust. His cock tingled. His balls contracted, hard and tight like fists.

"Mom," he gasped, "I'm gonna..."

Diana thrust her full, perfect ass against his belly. "Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me," she breathed, repeating it over and over again like a mantra.

And he did.

Justin slammed home, burying himself to the balls in his mother's pussy. He felt a pressure against his cockhead for a moment, and then almost as though he were slipping through another pair of pussy lips that clamped down hard on his cockhead. And then he was cumming.

Diana mewled and thrashed beneath him. Justin had pierced her cervix, and his cum skyrocketed into her womb, setting off a chain of orgasms that subsumed Diana. She lost all senses, save for the burning, exploding, raging pleasure that consumed her.

Justin felt his cock explode, deep within his mother's warm, wet depths. Again and again his massive cock unleashed its precious load into his mother's pussy. He painted her insides white, as he had her lips and tits, and just as before, she wasn't quite equal to the amount of semen Justin could produce. His pearly cum pooled around the edges of Diana's pussy lips and oozed onto Justin's balls, then dripped onto the chaise lounge and the patio. Gasping, Justin slowly withdrew from his still twitching mother, and dumped another dozen ropes of creamy jism across the tanned globes of her ass. Even as he did, a flood of cum emptied from Diana's pussy, staining the cushions and the ground beneath them.