MOTHERS LOVE FOR SONS SeXStoRY

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE NOTE! All characters depicted in the following story are over the age of 18 years. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING: The following FICTIONAL account is a story of unbridled, uncensored i****t. Read at your own risk, while considering the strength of your own sensibilities. All characters are over the age of 18 years. ...one day, one moment captured in time, of an i****tuous situation. Donna resembled Natale Wood in many ways...you know? ...From "Sex and the Single Girl?" Her young sons wouldn't know who that was. But she did look a lot like her. She sat on the couch, her feet up while leaning back on the arm rest. Donna was dressed in an attractive nylon blouse, with the top three buttons open, the swell of her succulent tits slightly revealed. She was not wearing a bra and the dark points of her nipples thrust against the thin blouse. Her cotton skirt, pleated, covered her knees. But it did not cover much of anything else. The backs of her thighs, so slender and creamy, the flesh smooth, were teasing, inviting. Although Donna wore panties, they were skimpy and lacy, her dark cunt hair visible. The crotch of the panties bulged with the puffiness of her cunt and the sweet curves of her ass appeared kissable and so worthy of tonguing. Sexy hoop earrings hung from her ears, dangling down along the lines of a delicately tapered neck. The silver earrings, along with her alluringly messy hair--loosely coiffed and haphazardly clasped on top of her head--framed her facial features in such a sexually dramatic way. Her bangs hung down in casual fashion across her forehead, close to her eyebrows, some strands going even longer to fall in front of her eyes. Stray, large-curled locks of hair, not restrained by the barrette, cascaded down the sides and back of her head, softly falling to the base of her kissable neck. Slight perfume, sexually dynamic eye shadow, rouge and juice-red lipstick, all tastefully done, but edging somewhat near the 'slutty' side, finished the look she seemed to carry so naturally. She noticed lately that her general appearance was certainly having an effect on her two teenage sons. Yes. That was definite. It did have the boy's attention. It most certainly got Tony's attention yesterday, and culminated into her falling down on her knees in the bathroom, still fully dressed, servicing her 18 year old boy, who still had a towel partially fastened around his bare mid section after a shower. Worse yet, it ended with Donna, the dutiful mother, having her youngest boy's steaming ball juice spurting up her arm, on her blouse, and in true pornographic fashion, shot all over her face. Thoughts of what had transpired yesterday between her and Tony, swam through her mind. It all seemed to happen so quickly, and without much provocation or any pre-thought to accepted conventions. It almost was as if the sexual tension, which very quickly seem to lead to her jerking him off in the bathroom, had always lurked somewhere just below the surface of their 'normal' f****y relationship. Now, she was looking at Mike, her oldest son, as he sat on the floor, doing his best to not peek at his mother, but failing miserably. His eyes flicked at her often, gazing for just a second at her painted cunt, then turning away quickly. Donna was amused by his nervousness, and by his hunger. She smiled knowingly, and reach into her hand bag at the side of the couch for her lipstick and compact mirror. "Um, where did Tony run off to, honey?" she asked in a low, provocative voice. She peered into the small mirror and freshened her lipstick, seductively brushing the wet tip across her full, pouting lips, while she waited for an answer. She could feel Mike just sitting there, transfixed and silent, staring at her while she looked into the hand-held mirror and applied the wet lip gloss. Donna had the kind of sensually stimulating, sexy mouth that spelled trouble to any male looking at her face, no matter what she was doing with it. The act could be as common and mundane as you please. Eating, drinking, talking, or smoking, it didn't matter. There would be only one thing racing through the mind of any man watching. She knew her strong points, and she used any excuse to subtly and slyly emphasize them, whenever she felt the desire to do so. Donna thought she could detect an audible "gulp," momentarily breaking the silence. "Hmm?" she reiterated, briefly casting her gaze to Mike's face, and then right back to her reflection in the mirror, finishing the application of fresh lipstick. She didn't have to look at him very long...it was working. She could see he was sexually flustered. "ah-around," he finally responded in a stammer, suddenly and nervously averting his eyes. Donna puckered and pouted at the mirror, finishing the adjustment to her wet lips, then returned the make-up paraphernalia to her bag "Did he, um... say anything to you," she queried? "When?" "Yesterday," she replied, appearing slightly annoyed, but with her voice in a whisper. "Did he -- tell you anything?" Mike glanced at his mother, his eyes going from her face to her revealed crotch. He was doing everything he could to hide his throbbing hard-on from her. He found his voice wouldn't work and he nodded. "Michael! Just what did your b*****r tell you?" she mildly demanded, her eyes flashing. Donna felt a throbbing around her cunt, and the urge to rub it was strong. She could feel the lips starting to pulsate, as if they were opening and closing. She watched her son swallow nervously. "Mike. Tell me what he said," she insisted. "I want to know what he told you." "Aw, just some kind of bullshit..." He stopped quickly, blushing profusely. "Bullshit?" Donna said, smiling in a mocking manner. "He told you 'some kind of bullshit?'" Mike nodded, his face now red. "What 'bullshit?'" Donna asked. "Are you sure it was bullshit, darling?...I mean; let's suppose for a moment that what he told you...was the truth." Mike squirmed on the carpet, peeking at his mother from lowered lashes. "It was...," he mumbled. "It-it was... No! Nuh-uh! You wouldn't do anything like that, Mom... not with Tony!" "Are you sure about that?" she teased, licking at the tip of her finger. "Are you really sure I wouldn't?" "W-would you?" he asked, his voice so low she could hardly hear him. "Mmmmmmm...," Donna responded, pausing provocatively to suck on the tip of her finger, while swinging her closed knees from side to side, her pleated skirt riding past her knees. "...maybe." Mike's eyes opened a bit wider, his pupils dilating, and he gazed at her, as if he were seeing her for the first time. He watched her knees move slowly from side to side, seeing her thighs and the way her cunt puffed against her panties, the dark shadow of pussy hair, the creamy halves of her pretty ass cheeks. His cock was so hard inside his pants, so very hard. "Michael...,what if I ask you?" she whispered very softly. "What if I asked you to do it, too?...I mean; what if I made YOU do what your b*****r did to me...all over my face...hmm?" Mike looked deeply into her cat-like eyes. A lump rapidly formed in his throat, while an even bigger one throbbed painfully in his trousers, as the realization of exactly what his sexy mother was suggesting set in. "Oh yes Michael...and much more," she added, nodding slowly. Mike swallowed hard. According to his younger b*****r Tony's account of what happened yesterday; his mother had come into the bathroom unexpectedly to get something out of the medicine cabinet. Tony had just stepped out of the shower. The only thing he had on was a towel he had wrapped around his mid-section. Donna began teasing him playfully about how big he was getting. Tony said that he couldn't help it, but while she talked, he stared at her beautiful face, and especially at her perfectly sexy mouth. He started to imagine how it might feel to have her full, pouting lips kissing the head of his cock. Well, this was nothing new or startling. Tony had been thinking about his mother doing just that quite often lately, anyway. He used it as fantasy fuel when he masturbated. He'd conjure a scene of her repeatedly landing hot kisses all over the head of his dick, as sperm shot from the piss slit. In his mind's eye, he'd imagine her cheeks, and those lips being covered in hot semen as it shot free from his dick; his cum raining down upon her face and hair, while all through it, she planted one tender kiss after another all around the head, and her painted lips leaving sexy lipstick impressions in their wake. Tony would run this teenage boy's dream like a movie, looping it endlessly in his fevered mind, while he jerked his young cock to a climax. "Kissing it off," he called it. At any rate; back to the bathroom... As a result of Tony fixating on his mother's beautiful visage, his dick began to bloat under the towel, pushing it out into the shape of a tent. He said that one thing led to another, and before he knew it, his mother was tugging on his erection through the towel. The next moment, she had dropped to her knees in front of him, facing the hidden boner. She pulled the towel aside like a curtain, and his dick snapped out, pointing right at her lips. She then proceeded to jack his stiff erection to a spurting finish, all over her face! It all happened quickly, he said. Afterward, she just stood up, looked him straight in the eye, brought her cum-drenched, manicured fingers up to her face, and rubbed his sperm into her skin. After that, he said, she just walked out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there, with his spent cock dripping onto the tile floor, while she disappeared into her bedroom. Considering all of what Tony told him was apparently the truth; an image of his mother's perfectly made-up face--her rouged cheeks and her painted lips, all streaked and soiled with HIS flying sperm--flashed quickly through Michael's mind. Coming back to reality, Michael reacted to the full weight of what his mother was now suggesting... "...*gulp*...Really, Mom?" he managed to whisper. With her finger in her mouth, she slipped her skirt down on her thighs, nodding her head again. Mike forgot about concealing his hard-on. He gazed openly now, hotly staring at her panty-clad cunt, when his mother parted her knees. The crotch of the flimsy underwear was stretched, with a darkening wet spot beginning to show right where her pussy lips were undulating, just underneath the delicate fabric. Donna pulled her finger from her mouth and began to circle one straining nipple through her sexy blouse, her eyes smoldering with steam. She saw her son's cock twitching and made stiff, along his left thigh, outlined by the tightness of his jeans. The view made her breath catch. Mike watched her, mesmerized, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside his pants. When he saw his mother drag a finger along the stretched crotch of her panties, he groaned and thought his boner would rip right through the material. "What's the matter, honey?" Donna whispered. "Mom, d-d-don't do that!" he gulped. "Why, Michael?" "I think I might...I-I m-might..." "Cum?" she supplied when he paused. "Um...Seeing me do this might make YOU... shoot off in your pants?" Mike gasped, and then nodded, his eyes fixed on his mother's finger as it moved up and down the puffy slit of her cunt. His concealed boner squirted another pulsing wet gout of pre-cum into his pants, just from hearing his mother say those words. "You don't have to do that, baby," she murmured, pressing the tip of her finger inward and shoving her panties into her pussy. "I can think of a better place for you to cum." Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing and seeing. Donna hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it to the side and showing her pink, wet, cunt to her son. Her eyes were hot and misty as she watched his reactions to her slut-fueled theatrics. She watched the wet spot spread in an ever-widening circle on the outside of his tented pants. the stain was positioned just at the tip where she knew the pulsing head of his dick pushed out the fabric. There was on doubt about it. She could clearly make out the shape of the pulsing crown. It was distinctly outlined as the fabric grew more saturated with his cum. Her knees were still spread wide and using her other hand, she stroked the tip of her forefinger about her puffy cunt lips, teasing him...watching both his boner, and the wet stain grow even larger. "Don't, Mom!" he groaned, fearing his confined prick would spurt off at any moment. "You touch it, honey," she whispered, her voice very low. "You touch my pussy, then." Mike sat staring at his mother's cunt, almost frozen. Then his body jerked into motion, and he scooted toward her, sliding his ass on the floor. His face was near her foot, gazing up between his mother's spreading thighs. The dark hair of her cunt was tightly curled as it ran along each side of those succulent lips and disappeared into the crack of her ass. Donna lifted her hips slightly and writhed her ass, watching her son with steaming eyes. Then slowly, very slowly, she slipped the tip of her finger into her cunt, pressing it deeper and deeper until her knuckles were against the lips. "Mmmm," she purred. "I know what would feel even better in there, Michael. ...Something hard and long and throbbing would feel so much better." Mike placed a hand on his mother's knee. His hand was trembling and she felt the heat of his palm. Donna pulled her son's hand along her thigh, bringing it closer to her cunt. "Touch me, Michael," Donna urged, her voice now thick with desire. "Touch me there. Don't be afraid, baby. I want you to touch my pussy." His fingertips felt the curly cunt hair and then the puffy wetness of one pussy lip. Donna still had her finger inside her cunt, and Mike gulped as his mother inserted his finger alongside hers. "Warm, isn't it?" Donna hissed. "Mother's cunt is so warm and wet. Feel how slippery... Mmmmm, we've got both our fingers in there now. Let's fuck it together, Michael...shall we? Holding her son's wrist, she moved his finger in and out of her cunt along with hers. Mike was awed and so excited. He thought he was about to come. While the fingers moved back and forth in her cunt, Donna twisted her shapely ass slowly, arching it upwards a little more. She was fast approaching her first orgasm, but for her liking, it was coming a little too quickly. "I don't want it this way, Mike," she finally said, pulling their fingers out of her cunt. She placed his hand on her inner thigh and he watched with surprise as his mother lifted her glistening finger to her lips and smeared the juices of her cunt slowly about them. "Michael! Kiss me," she moaned, her lips glistening with the juices from her own cunt. "Kiss Mother, darling! Please, kiss me!" Mike got to his knees and moved up toward his mother. His boner was pushing insistently on the inside of his trousers, making it somewhat difficult to maneuver. He still felt his dick was on the verge of exploding. Michael stared at his lovely mother's wet lips and as she drew her head down, he felt the wetness upon his mouth. As their lips pressed together, Donna held the back of her son's head and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She felt Mike shudder and he drew his hand over her straining tits, then ran it down her stomach until she curled his hand into her cunt. The hand at his head moved across his back, no longer having to hold him down. She slipped her hand in front of him and closed her fingers around his throbbing cock. Feeling it through his pants, she squeezed hard and started to jack his stiff dick right through the fabric. Pre-cum squished out to meet her frigging fingers. Mike moaned around his mother's tongue and his hand pressed harder into her cunt. Donna lifted her crotch into his hand, twisting as she jacked off his clothed cock. "OOOOH, don't cum," she mewed breathlessly, suddenly dislodging her tongue from his mouth, breaking the kiss. "God, you're dick is so fucking hard, Michael!" Mike had tasted the juices of his mother's cunt on her lips and his cock had grown a bit harder as she squeezed. His hand between her thighs was moving now, sliding up and down with increasing pressure. He could feel that the tight crotch of her panties was moist now. "Take it out, Michael" Donna hissed suddenly, trying to open his pants with her hand. "Oh M-Michael, Goddamnit! ...take it out for me!" Her son got unsteadily to his feet, staring at his mother's made-up face while he hurriedly fumbled with the zipper. Her face--the way she looked, and the way she was made up...her lipstick, her eye shadow, her jewelry--screamed out to be completely soaked in his cum...spurted at, and shot onto. His rock-hard erection literally sprang out of his pants, bobbing stiffly up and down. And as it bobbed, it threw beads of pre-cum, dispersing into the air right in front of his mother's slutty made-up face. Donna made a low purring sound as her eyes fastened on it, staring in pure slut lust at it sticking straight out from his opened zipper like that. During the time his stiff shaft finally popped free from the confined prison of his pants, Mike had averted his eyes away from his mother's sexy face for only a moment. He stared down at his mother's writhing hips and her wet, glistening pussy, fighting the disturbing urge to just plunge his aching boner into her, repeatedly, and without mercy. But then, to his shock and surprise, he was startled into focusing his eyes back onto Donna's face when she had suddenly and brazenly grabbed his stiff, exposed dick, and began frigging it off, up and down. His gasp came in a mixture of sudden bl**d rush, staggering sexual electricity, and total ecstasy from the effects of feeling his mother's grasping, soft hand making contact with his exposed erection for the very first time. Mike felt he would spurt off right there and then. "Don't cum," Donna gasped, now frantically fucking her hand up and down on her son's bloated boner. "Don't cum! Oooh no, please, Michael... don't cum!" "...*gulg*...m-mom...You gotta stop, m-m-mom!" he growled. "Oh, please don't cum," she continued to beg, moaning over and over, her hand jacking faster and with more urgency on the stiff boner, which jutted so obscenely from his opened zipper that it made her weak just to look at it. Pre-jit leaked out copiously, almost shooting out, and coated her hand as she slid it fluidly up and down over the aching head. Donna's eyes seemed vacant as she stared at her son,s cock, her fist wildly jacking up and down on his sticky-wet swollen boner. Her lips were parted and her breathing was heavy and fast, causing her covered tits to lift and fall visibly. She wanted his hot jit to spurt out f***efully against her face. She felt that if she didn't feel it striking and soiling her slut face soon, she'd surely faint away! "Oh baby," she panted. "It's so swollen up!" Her slick hand feverishly continuing to tug and jerk off his stiff boner, making loud slurping noises as it fucked up and down. "It's sooooo swollen," she repeated in a tortured moan and with a sexy, feminine throb in her voice that made Mike moan. "Y-you're not gonna shoot off, are you?" "Mom, be-be careful!" he warned. Donna didn't heed his advise. She jacked faster, concentrating her efforts just on his squirting cock head for the moment, squeezing it hard on each up-stroke. Mike's pre-cum fluid flowed like water now. The wet squishing sound produced by this obscene hand-job filled the room, and grew louder as she shamelessly beat off her son's hard, cum-coated dick head. "Oh FUCK, mother!" Mike just about shouted, his voice mixing with the slurping sounds emanating from the frig-off he was so thoroughly being subjected to. "OHH! Please! Please don't shoot off!" she moaned again, this time more breathlessly, her wildly pumping hand almost a blur on her oldest boy's shaft. Mike's tortured mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening here. "What was she doing?" he thought to himself. His mother begging him not to shoot off, while she so shamelessly jacked his bl**d-engorged boner, was driving him crazy. This pushed him just about to the edge of his endurance, and his balls began to explode as he stared at her full, panting lips. But, Donna knew exactly what she was doing. She knew she was making him crazy, and she further knew that she was coaxing his balls to blow a hot load all over her face. She wanted it to happen. She needed it! "Oh FUCK MOM!" he groaned loudly as his nuts began to burst. "I-I c-can't stop it!...FUCK! ...I-I-I can't stop it!!" He was going to shoot off so hard and there was nothing he could do about it. What he felt during the spit seconds his nuts finally did explode, floated between excruciating pain and unadulterated pleasure. What fueled that intensity was the realization that he was going to explode his hot, pent-up jit against his own mother's slutty, made-up face! His brain flipped out. He couldn't believe that what was about to happen, was actually GOING to happen. But yet, here was his own mother; her lips painted red and pouting. Her eyes shaded with sexy eye shadow, and her lashes long and fluttering with mascara. A wet dream come true. Her slutty hoop earrings whipped back and forth due to the frantic whorish movement of her jacking hand. His own mother; egging on the inevitable by moaning and mewing, as her hand shucked and frigged his painfully stiff boner, which pointed rigidly at her face. That was all he could take... "You're m-making me shoot! MOM! Y-You're jerking my dick OFF-F-F-F-f-f-f-f! AHHHHHH!!!" Mike screamed in guttural sexual anguish. Donna's cum-sticky hand pumped furiously on the stiff dick, which jutted straight out from Mike's open pants like a hard pipe. The first copious explosion of sperm blasted from the aching head of his dick, into her already scummy fist, as she closed it over the exploding head on the up stroke. The freshly-shot pulse of jit helped in further lubricating her pumping hand, because then, as her hand smeared the cum from that first powerful shot all over the shaft on the down-stroke, a new fat ribbon of pent-up fresh jit suddenly exploded full f***e from the head, shooting out of his flaring piss hole. Donna got just what she wanted. It spurted violently, striking against her lipstick coated lips with an audible splash. She screamed in lust when that happened, and it made her jack his dick all the harder. Donna knew at that moment she was in for a major cum facial from her son...she knew it would be a lot...and it was just starting! "OOOooh NO Michael! she screamed, her cunt throbbing into a spontaneous orgasm as the streamer shot against her lips. "Don't cum, please!" Donna's pussy contracted in spasms, but through it all, she kept up the relentless begging for him not to cum. She knew it was helping to fuel his orgasm into the best cum he had ever experienced. And it was just a handjob! Her son's blown jit now dripped in strands from her parted lips, while her body tingled. She again concentrated on the head, squeezing hard while roughly jacking it, as another voluminous shot of her son's spunk ejaculated right into her pumping fist, on her fingers and even spraying out from between them. "ARRRRGHHHH" Mike bellowed, twisting his body in delicious agony, as his mother tugged on the exploding head of his aching boner. She then pumped her cum-slick hand back, violently jerking the shaft up and down, beating it off with the intent of causing as much agony and pleasure as she could administer to her son. "AHHHHH, ARRGH, MOTHER!" he wailed, gazing in heated astonishment at his mother's now cum-shot, made-up features, while continued to ejaculate all over her face and her still-covered tits...Her blouse was being pelted and soiled by stray shots of his cum. Over and over again, hot cum shot violently from his dick splashing hard against her panting lips and across her face, as she beat him off mercilessly. Donna gave a low yelp as the creamy semen splashed onto her forehead, her fist beating on his cock faster yet. She really felt like such a dirty slut now! "Oh, Oh, OOOH" she yelped as each i****tuous ribbon of her son's jit ejaculated in hot succession against her lipstick-painted lips, her cheeks, her hair, and even her ears. During one creamy ejaculation, highly propelled cum shot against her earring, causing it to swing back and forth, while other shots sailed past it. After the one shot hit her earring, a long elastic gob slowly dripped from the hoop, down onto her shoulder. She was the picture of a hot slut, and Michael took it in as his cock continued to ejaculate all over her sexy face. "Michael! M-MICHAEL!" she groaned. "So much.. so much cum!" "Oh ...*spurt*...sshhhittt... *spurt* ...mother," Mike grunted breathlessly, as he watched the last smaller blasts of sperm hit his mother in her face. "You made me shoot off on-on-your f-face...AHHHH...I ruined your make-up!!!" When it was all done, Donna's face showed the damage from a variety of artistic splashes, as a result of making her oldest son ejaculate. It wasn't bad enough that she had done it to her other boy, yesterday. Now today, she was painted in her older teenage son's liquid excitement. All due to her sluttish, i****tuous advances and behavior! Her features were covered in different ways with boy cum; peppered with small dots, streaked with long lines, blobs of varying size, and stings. Cum had spurted against her eye make-up. It strung across her lashes, clinging to the hair. It hung in long elastic drips from her lips. It coated her ears, and dripped off of her hoop earrings. Erratic long spurts had hit her cheeks, her chin, the tip of her nose, causing lines of various thickness. But, she was completely covered! _______________________________________________ End of Part One......................