The Amazin' Amazon Mom

Justin reached out a tentative hand and placed it upon his mother's right breast. Her nipple dug into his palm. He groaned, and was surprised to hear his mother make a similar sound. Her flesh was hot to the touch, hard and firm, a warm weight in his hand. Diana's hand covered his own, and pressed him into her tit. He gripped her hard, digging his fingers into the firm but yielding flesh.

Diana felt faint. Her entire body felt as though it were aflame. Every nerve ending seemed to be firing at once, and Justin's fingertips pressing against her skin felt as though they left scorch marks. Yet she felt giddy as well, light-headed and carefree. For so very long she had held herself apart from her only child, tried to keep him at arm's length, and for what? Because she had resented his father, the way he had treated her, and she had punished her own son for that man's transgressions. Foolish and small-minded of her, and now eighteen years of repressed emotion were being unleashed in a most unhealthy manner. Yet she couldn't stop. Would not, for anything.

Justin shared none of his mother's vague doubts. All he felt were sureties. This woman before him, the woman who had given birth to him and raised him from afar, was finally giving herself to him. It was unconventional, yes, but the rampant hardness between his legs didn't care. All he knew was that finally his mother was showing him how she felt through actions rather than words.

For how long had he dreamed of this moment? This was Justin's most secret, most depraved fantasy. Too see his beautiful, aloof mother laid out beneath him, her features contorted with lust for him. And yet now that the moment was upon him, he didn't know what to do.

But Diana did. Her arm looped around him and pulled him close, into a tight embrace. Full tits pressed against Justin's chest, and Diana dipped her head down to kiss her son. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, insinuating itself into Justin's mouth. He reacted instinctively, returning her kiss with a ferocity that matched Diana's.

Diana ran her hands up and down Justin's back as they kissed, tongues dueling. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged it upwards, pealing it off of him. Justin stretched his arms up, letting his mother undress him, and broke their kiss so that she could yank the shirt off. Then she threw herself into his arms again and they continued their searing kiss, flesh pressed against flesh.

Diana pressed her palms against the hard planes of his stomach and caressed his muscles. He was so well-built, so strong, so lean. His dark hair and coloring came from her, but his rough features and raw muscularity must have come from his father.

She released him then, pushing him backward. Justin stumbled and sat down hard in the chair waiting behind him. He licked his lips, eyes glazed with lust. She smiled at him and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her warm-ups. "Are you going to finish what you've started?"

He nodded, grinning insolently. "I wouldn't stop now for the world."

It was what Diana wanted to hear. She kicked off her sneakers and swept her warm-up pants down her sleek, well-muscled legs to puddle at her feet. Now she stood before Justin in nothing but her pink panties. She tugged the scrunchy out of her hair and let her black mane fall around her face. The look of adoration mixed with animal lust that Justin gave her made Diana's heart flutter within her chest.

She leaned towards him, placing her hands on his wrists where they lay on the chair's arm rests. Her pendulous breasts bobbed before Justin's face, while strands of her dark hair tickled his cheeks. Justin wet his lips with his tongue, his eyes riveted to the dusky tips of her swollen tits. Without needing an invitation, he ducked his head and tasted one delicately, his lips as forceful as a feather's touch. Diana could not suppress a shiver of pleasure as her son's lips fastened around her nipple. Justin began to suck lightly, nipping at her hardened flesh with the tips of his teeth. Diana moaned and bit her lower lip.

Justin sucked and nipped at his mother's breast, his heart thundering within his breast. His blood roared in his ears, blocking out most of the sound around him, but he did just barely make out Diana's gasps and moans as he worked on her flesh. He wanted to grab her hard, toned body and pull it against his own, but her hands kept his own planted against the arm-rests, and he could only look through the deep valley between her breasts admiringly. Her pink, frilly panties hugged her like a second skin and he wanted desperately to peel them off her and see the sacred place between her thighs.

His cock jumped and throbbed between his own legs with each ragged breath he drew through his nose. Diana tasted of salty sweat, the sweet fragrance of her understated perfume, and beneath that her own scent, at once familiar and alien to him. He switched to her other tit and bit her nipple lightly, sucking the swollen flesh into his eager mouth.

She pulled away from him. Justin released a small cry, like a baby denied its favorite treat. But Diana ducked her head down again and kissed him fiercely. The force of her assault pressed him back and rocked the chair, but he matched her passion with his own.

When she broke away to gasp for breath, Diana said, "Oh God, this is so wrong." Her blue eyes looked deeply into Justin's brown eyes. "We should stop."

Justin felt sudden panic. "No," he said, "don't stop."

"No," Diana agreed. She kissed the hollow of Justin's throat, her tongue darting out to lick him. "Don't stop." She kissed her way downward, pausing to tease his nipples with her mouth, and nestled her face into his abdomen.

Finally her hands released his wrists. Justin watched in rapt fascination as her hands reappeared at his waist. She found the clasp on his shorts and popped it, then slowly dragged the zipper down. Justin groaned as the pressure binding his cock was released. Then he groaned again as his mother's hand dipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, under his boxers, and gripped his hardness firmly.

Diana looked up at him and grinned hungrily. She levered his cock free and it bounded up, nearly slapping her in the face. Diana gasped. The hard column of flesh rising from her son's crotch was easily the largest cock she had ever seen. The flesh was red and angry, the swollen purple head nearly as large as a fist, and leaking copious amounts of clear fluid. Diana pressed her palm against the rampant head and rubbed the precum around, coating the mushroom tip and the palm of her hand equally. Then she swept her hand up and down the rod, making it slick with Justin's own moisture.

She had to taste him. Her hand gripped the base of his cock. Her middle finger and thumb just barely touched as they encircled his girth. Her lips pressed against his cockhead, and she swirled her tongue around the purple flesh. Diana reveled in his musky scent, his total maleness, as she tasted his salty-sweet precum. She sucked the head into her mouth and began to slowly swallow more of his incredible cock.

Justin's head lolled and his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his cock enveloped within the moist hot cavern of her mouth. Her tongue undulated against the underside of his cock, teasing him, while her cheeks pressed in against the sides and sucked him deeper into her mouth. When he felt his cockhead butt up against the back of her throat, he thought she would stop. But she went further, and Justin had the sensation of his mother's throat closing in around his rampant cock. Her nose pressed against his abdomen once again, this time with his entire dick imprisoned within her mouth.

Then cool air caressed his cock once more, as with a sucking sound Diana rose. She allowed the head of his cock to rest within her mouth while she drew in ragged breaths. Then she swallowed him again.

Justin ran his fingers through his mother's black curls. He pulled her hair away from her face to watch her devour his cock. His dick throbbed between her cheeks, and he felt the urge to thrust his hips. But this wasn't his first blowjob, just the most amazing one, and he resisted the urge. "Oh God, Mom," Justin moaned.

As though sucking her own son's cock wasn't intoxicating enough, the fact that he called her 'Mom' as she did it made Diana feel even hotter. The forbidden aspect, the taboo nature of the act, thrilled her to her very core.

Which was where she needed him now.

Diana released Justin's cock from her mouth with a slurping noise. Justin groaned. She stood up, tits bobbing with the movement. "Get your pants off," she ordered.

Justin quickly shed his shorts and boxers, moving so quickly that he managed to tangle his clothes and sneakers together and fell back into the chair. Meanwhile, Diana cleaned the clutter from her desk with one sweep of her arm. Justin admired the curve of his mother's ass as she bent over. He licked his lips and disentangled himself from his clothing.

Diana turned around to give Justin further instruction, and found him standing naked before her, his massive rod pointed straight at her. Before she could form a word he closed on her, wrapped his arms around her and leaned in to kiss her. Diana found herself pressed backward against the desk, surprised and enflamed by Justin's assault. She reached down and around to cup his buttocks and pull him harder against her body. His hardened cock nudged up against her stomach, leaving trails of clear fluid along her rock-hard abs.

Justin's fingers danced across her skin, tracing the lines of her muscles as he explored his mother's phenomenal body. She was tight and smooth, like a statue sculpted from warm marble. He kissed her throat and her collarbone, then traced his tongue along the slope of her right breast. He sucked lightly on the nipple, then continued down her ribs and nuzzled against her flat stomach. He heard his mother hiss as he pressed his cheek against her panty-clad pubic mound. Justin grinned when he felt his mother's moisture through the thin panel of her panties mark his cheek.

Justin kissed the wet spot, eliciting another hiss of breath from his mother, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and ripped the flimsy garment from her body. Then it was his turn to make a sharp intake of breath, as he beheld his own mother's pussy. The lips were enflamed, bright pink, and beaded with moisture. He saw the button of her clitoris peaking out from its hood, and above that a smooth expanse of flesh. His mother kept her pubis shaved clean. Justin licked his lips once more.

He fastened his lips on his mother's pussy and lashed her clit with his tongue. A flood of moisture stained his chin as he went to work, nibbling and nuzzling her pussy, thrusting his tongue into her pink depths, caressing the pearl-like nub of her clit.

"Oh fuck!" Diana cried. Her thighs clamped tight around his head and she combed her fingers through his short dark hair, pressing his face against her steaming cunt. "Yes, baby, yes, oh fuck!" she moaned.

Diana threw her head back and released a wordless cry as Justin's ministrations brought her to a shuddering climax. A delicious heat exploded in her pussy, sending spiraling tendrils of warmth throughout her body. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, her turgid nipples ached, tears of pleasure leaked from her eyes.

With effort, Justin extricated himself from his mother's embrace. His face was slick with her pussy juice. He swept his tongue along his lips and chin to taste her once more and looked up at her.

Diana was breathing heavily, her tits bobbing with each desperate exhalation, and she looked down between her breasts at her talented son. A wide grin spread across her face. "That was beautiful," she gasped.

"You're beautiful," Justin said, beaming.

"Thank you, baby," Diana said. "Now get up here and fuck your mother."

Justin smiled broadly and rose to his full height. With his mother seated on the desk, that left him looking straight at her tits. He kissed the sweat slick valley between them and grabbed her hips. Diana took hold of his cock with both hands and guided it towards her waiting pussy.

Diane levered herself backwards across the desk, dragging Justin along with her. He braced himself on the top and climbed up onto the desk and onto his mother. She spread her legs wide and then wrapped them around his waist as he knelt between them. The angry purple head of his cock nudged up against the pink lips of her pussy. Their juices commingled. Justin paused and beheld his Amazon mother laid out under him, waiting for him, needing him.

"Put your cock inside me," Diane moaned. "Justin, fuck me. Fuck your mother!"

With an insolent grin that quickly turned into a mask of lust, Justin eased his thick cock into his mother's waiting pussy. Heat enveloped him, moisture washed over him, tightness wrapped around him. The muscles of her pussy were just as strong and well trained as the rest of her body, and they gripped his cock hard, squeezing and caressing like fingers of velvet. Her pussy sucked him inside, deeper and deeper, and Justin gladly sank into his mother's depths.

Diane's ass squeaked against the desk top as she humped up to meet Justin's thrust. She bit her lower lip as his girth spread her open and wedged into her, filling her up. It had been so long, and her son was so big, and the act was so intense, so amazing, so beautiful. She felt another climax flutter to life inside her, expanding like a wave throughout her body. And still her son eased into her, achingly slow, as if savoring every bare inch.

She felt his huge head nudge up against her cervix, felt the tight ring open wide to accept him, felt his raging cock ease into her very womb. She felt hot tears on her cheeks. She tasted blood as her teeth pierced through her lower lip. And then Justin bottomed out, his giant dick reaching to the very roof of her womb. Diane cried out, releasing a primal scream of lust that echoed in her small office. A third climax raged through her body. She tightened her thighs around Justin's waist, pressed her calves into his chiseled ass, and thrust her tits into his chest as the pleasure exploded through her.

Justin watched his mother cum, eyes wide, amazed and entranced. He realized suddenly that he was in love with his mother, in love with the way her body felt against him and around him, in love with the way she responded to his touch. The woman who had rarely hugged him or kissed him when he was a child was now fucking him, and he could scarcely believe it.

He felt his balls tighten. He had merely entered her, and already he was so very, very close. Justin looked away from his mother's lust contorted face, staring at the blank wall, and counted to ten. Her cunt tightened around him. She made small mews and cries that he barely heard through the blood thundering though his ears. He looked down, into his mother's stormy blue eyes. She winked at him.

Justin slowly eased his cock out of Diane's clasping pussy. He grinned at her and began to fuck in earnest, slamming his cock back home with a grunt.

"Yes!" Diane cried out. "Oh my fucking God, yes!" Strands of black hair clinged to her face, but the rest of her mane was spread out beneath her. She threw her head back and cried out, "Fuck me, Justin! Fuck me, baby!"

Like a good boy, Justin did as his mother told. His cock sawed in and out of her, thrusting and jabbing, piercing her deeper and deeper with each forceful stab. He slammed into the roof of her womb again and again, the spongy tip of his cock expanding each time it connected, and he felt as though his dick were getting harder and bigger with thrust. He couldn't believe how hard he felt, how wet she felt, how tight her pussy was.

Again and again he fucked into his mother, growing more savage and desperate with each movement. Justin had no technique, no skill, no experience. But he had a great deal of exuberance and repressed emotion, and he slammed away with all the force he could muster. Every time he pulled out, his mother moaned, and each time he stabbed home she cried out. Her hips rose up to meet his with equal ferocity. A froth of their combined juices formed at their joined crotches, matting Justin's pubic hair and staining Diane's pubic mound.

Her tits bounced against his chest. Justin ducked his head on a downstroke and captured a nipple between his lips, sucking lightly. Diane's fingers left his shoulders and found the back of his head, threading through his hair and kneading his scalp.

Her pussy tightened around his cock as a fourth climax roared through her body. Her fingers dug into the back of his head, pressing his face into her tit as she came. "Oh Justin, my baby, my son," she groaned.

With effort, Justin pulled his head away from Diane's heaving breast. He jabbed his cock deep inside her and held his cock there for a moment, her muscles clasping him tightly. "Mom," he moaned, "I'm gonna. . ."

"Oh," she said. "Let me see it," she gasped. "Let me see you cum."

Justin groaned. His balls tightened. He felt a tingling at the base of his cock. He yanked himself free of her pussy with a sucking sound and raised himself up on his knees. His distended cock pointed across his mother's belly, throbbing and pulsing.

Diane raised her head, eyes bright, and stared at her son's cock. It was slick and shiny with her juices, and its head looked as though it had swollen in size. The little eye winked at her, and suddenly a long arc of pearly white jism jetted from his cock, across her belly and tits. It splashed against her chin and lips.

Justin's cock twitched again, sending another sperm laden stream to arc across his mother's body. This time it splashed across her left tit, splattering her nipple. Another jet squeezed out, fired like a rocket from his balls, and painted her right tit. Cum sprayed from his cock and splashed across Diane's body, again and again and again. The pearly substance was stark against her olive skin, and seemed almost to shine where it fell.

Even as he admired how beautiful she looked, sweaty and shaking with her hair in disarray and a wild look in her eyes, he continued to cum, spraying jism across her body in copious, viscous threads that pooled between her tits, the hollow of her throat, in her belly button.

Diane cooed and watched in rapt fascination as Justin came and came. His jism was hot and wet and gelid against her skin. She reached out and grabbed his cock, aiming it towards her tits. She eased herself up on her elbows and, opening her mouth, fastened her lips around his spraying cockhead. Cum coated her tongue, salty and bitter and delicious. She swallowed instinctively, just in time to catch the next wave.

Finally, heart breakingly, his seemingly inexhaustible supply of cum finally gave out. Chest heaving, Justin sat back on his haunches as his dick slowly softened.

Diane sat up, swallowed the mouthful of cum, and pressed her hands against her tits. She rubbed her son's cum into her flesh then licked her palms clean. Diane traced her fingers through the rivers of cum staining her body and fed the pearly stuff into her mouth. When the moisture thinned, she moved across the desk and cleaned Justin's cock with her lips and tongue.

He ran his fingers through her hair as she did, his breath rasping in his throat.

"Mom," he moaned. "Jesus, Mom, that was unbelievable."

Diane rose to a sitting position and looked her son in the eyes. He was already half-hard again from her mouth. The resilience of youth, she thought with a private smile. His father had been just as quick to recover. But he had never brought her to four of the most intense orgasms of her life.

Diane licked her lips. "Yes it was," she agreed. "And it was only the beginning."