Two Sucking Mommys: Taboo Erotica - Kimyay Dawson - ebook
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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.**********But Paul wasn't actually with her in the bedroom. It was just a fantasy. Cynthia Tucker, a gorgeous blonde divorcee in her late thirties, was sprawled naked on her bed, her huge tits quivering as she pumped her fingers in and out of her curly-haired cunt. Her round little ass heaved frantically as she came, her petite, stacked body writhing all over the bed. Then Cynthia heaved a deep sigh and slid off the mattress, reaching for her robe.It wasn't the first time she'd thought about her handsome young son while jacking off. Since her divorce, Cynthia had grown increasingly horny for the growing child who now lived all alone with her in the big suburban house. But this time, Cynthia didn't feel ashamed of herself for desiring her own flesh and blood; she felt she had an excuse. She now had to talk to Paul about something she'd been putting off all evening, something very personal and sexual. She'd needed to fingerfuck first so she wouldn't be too horny during the talk, so she wouldn't immediately lunge at her son's swollen prick.

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Two Sucking Mommys

Kimyay Dawson

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

But Paul wasn't actually with her in the bedroom. It was just a fantasy. Cynthia Tucker, a gorgeous blonde divorcee in her late thirties, was sprawled naked on her bed, her huge tits quivering as she pumped her fingers in and out of her curly-haired cunt. Her round little ass heaved frantically as she came, her petite, stacked body writhing all over the bed. Then Cynthia heaved a deep sigh and slid off the mattress, reaching for her robe.

It wasn't the first time she'd thought about her handsome young son while jacking off. Since her divorce, Cynthia had grown increasingly horny for the growing child who now lived all alone with her in the big suburban house. But this time, Cynthia didn't feel ashamed of herself for desiring her own flesh and blood; she felt she had an excuse. She now had to talk to Paul about something she'd been putting off all evening, something very personal and sexual. She'd needed to fingerfuck first so she wouldn't be too horny during the talk, so she wouldn't immediately lunge at her son's swollen prick.

The phone call had come just before dinner. It had been Janet Dillon, a thirty-five-year-old English tutor who was also divorced and who also had a son of her own. When Cynthia had learned the purpose of Janet's phone call, she'd immediately felt her pussy throbbing with lust.

Paul happened to be one of Janet's clients; English had never been his best subject. That afternoon, during the tutoring session, Paul had apparently made a crude pass at Janet. Very crude, Janet insisted. It was now up to Cynthia to talk to her son about his sexual proclivities, unless he wanted Janet to drop him as a client.

And how was she going to do that, Cynthia wondered, without getting horny for him? She slid into her skimpy, thigh-length robe and knotted the sash around her waist, feeling the weight of her enormous, braless tits quivering under the terry fabric as she padded barefoot down the hall to her son's room. Her pussy was still very wet, despite her torrid fingerfucking session. The idea that Paul had made a pass at Janet made Cynthia horny, not mad. She couldn't help it. Ever since the divorce, she'd been fantasizing about her son's cock nearly every time she jacked off.

Cynthia paused at her son's bedroom door and took a deep breath before rapping lightly.

"Paul?" she said. "It's your mother. Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?"

"Door's open," Paul said.

The only light in his bedroom was the lamp on the nightstand beside the mattress. Her handsome, blond-haired, athletically-built son was sitting up with several pillows bunched up behind his back, reading. The sheets were bunched around his waist, revealing his muscular, tanned torso. Cynthia felt her cunt throbbing again as she realized that her boy was completely naked under the covers.

Paul tossed the book to the floor and folded his arms behind his head, grinning at his mother as she sat on the edge of the bed beside him. Cynthia's face was flushed, and she struggled not to stare at her son's body.

"Son, I received a vary disturbing phone call earlier today," she began hesitantly. "It was from your English tutor, Janet Dillon. I suppose you already know what it was about."

Paul grimaced, but he didn't look at all embarrassed.

"Yeah, I know, I tried to hit up on her today, and she didn't like it." He chuckled. "Or she liked it all right, but she didn't want to get it on with me. She was too scared."

"Paul, this is very disturbing," Cynthia said breathlessly. "Why, you're … you're just a child. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for making a pass at a woman old enough … old enough to be your mother. What on earth would prompt you to do such a crude thing in the first place?"

Paul shrugged. "I guess I just got horny, Mom. You know how guys are." He grinned. "Besides, Janet's really sexy-looking. She's got that long, brown hair and those nice, big tits!"

Cynthia couldn't suppress a blush, and she felt the fuck cream practically pouring into her pussy as she realized that her son was now ogling her cleavage. Janet Dillon did have quite a pair on her, but Cynthia knew that her own tits were even bigger. Cynthia's enormous, round, firm tits had always been greatly oversized for her otherwise petite body. Her huge, sensitive titglobes had been drawing stares and making cocks stiff since she was just a girl.

"Oh, you … you like big breasts, do you?" Cynthia said, chuckling nervously. "Paul, I can - I can see that you're staring at my bust now. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop it. It's not right to look at your own mother that way."

Paul shrugged again.

"I guess I can't help that either, Mom," he replied, in a lower, huskier voice. "I mean, wow, are you ever stacked! Sometimes I wish you weren't my mom. Then maybe … "

His voice trailed off. Cynthia's face grew even redder as she felt her nipples stiffening, the fat, rubbery teats protruding through the terry robe. She gasped as she saw something moving at her son's crotch.

He was getting a hard-on. There was no doubt about it. His obviously huge prick was stiffening before her eyes, throbbing in obscene little jerks under the sheets, turning the covers over his crotch into a tent as his long, fat cock grew stiffer by the second.

"Then maybe what, Paul?" Cynthia prodded, in a shaking voice. "What are you trying to say to me? Then maybe you could do what, if I weren't your mother?"

Paul didn't answer for several seconds. He seemed to be waiting for his fuck-pole to grow as hard as stone. Transfixedly, helplessly, Cynthia stared at the bulge of his erecting prick, shuddering as the sheet tented up farther and farther, until his mighty cock was obviously at full hard-on under the covers.

"Then maybe I could fuck you, Mom," Paul said softly.

"Paul! What a disgusting, filthy thing to say to your own mother!"

But by then her pussy was pulsing so hard that she could hardly hear herself think. Cynthia wiggled her ass on the bed and continued to stare hypnotically at the outline of his hard-on. I'm a slut, she thought dazedly. Oh, I'm such a slut, I'm going to do it now. I can't help it. I'm so horny for my son.

"What's this, Paul?" Cynthia blurted. She dropped her hand, lewdly groping his hard-on through the covers, again shuddering with uncontrollable desire. "What's this big, stiff thing sticking up through the sheets?"

"I think you know what it is, Mom," Paul sighed. "Why don't you take it out and have a look at it?"

Cynthia immediately yanked the sheets to the foot of the bed, exposing her son's naked body. Her eyes widened as she gazed at his cock.

It was even bigger than she'd dared dream, an incredibly long, fat pussy-pleaser that was now swollen to the bursting point. His balls were huge, and the rigid, pulsing shaft of his fuck meat was as thick around as her wrist.

His giant cock quivered and twitched in a slightly-curved stalk over his stomach, capped by a giant, rosy, heart-shaped crown. The spongy, puffy tip of his prick was glistening wet with oozing cum.

"Oh, Son! Oh, my, what an utterly huge prick!"

Cynthia's hand shook as she slid it up his naked, muscular thighs, wrapping her fingers tightly around the jutting root of his cock. She moaned with incestuous passion as she felt the steely stiffness of his fuck meat beating warmly on her palm. Cynthia moved her hand in a hard, jacking motion. She whimpered more hungrily than ever as she watched a thick drop of cock-juice ooze out of his piss-slit.

"You're a filthy young man, Paul," she murmured. "You're so horny that you even want to fuck your own mother. That's why your cock is so stiff, isn't it, Paul? That's why you've got such a huge, throbbing cock!"

Paul just writhed beneath her, knowing that his mother was using the accusing words only because they made her horny. Red-faced with shame and lust, the wanton mother started jacking her son's prick. Up and down, her fist moved, rhythmically jacking the aching hardness of her son's cock.

"Does this feel good, Paul?" she panted. "Is this how you'd like to move this big cock in Mommy's cunt? Up and down, Paul? Like this? Or maybe you'd want to do it even harder … "

Cynthia quickened the speed of her hand, beating her son's meat as fast as she could. Paul shuddered as more and more milky pre-cum drooled out of his hard-on, coating the top of his fuck-pole in a sticky sheen of cum. Cynthia could feel it oozing under her fingers. The sappy goo lubricated her jacking fist, so that her hand made a wet, squishing noise as it raced up and down her child's cock.

"Harder, Mom!" Paul groaned. "That feels good!"

"You need a good cock-sucking now, don't you, Paul?" Cynthia panted. "That's what you really want to do with me, isn't it? You want your own mother to suck the load right out of this huge, juicy cock?"

"Yes, Mom! Suck it! Suck my dick!"

"You filthy, perverted little boy."

But Cynthia immediately slid her fist to the root of his fuck-rod, holding it in position. She dropped her head and planted her lips in a wet, sucking kiss on the spongy crown of her son's cock. Her tongue darted out, gliding through the narrow trough of his piss slit. Hungrily, she started licking the fuck-juice off the rosy knob of her son's prick.

It was delicious. His whole cock was delicious, the biggest and best-tasting cock she'd ever frenched in her life. Still red-faced with shame, the shame that only made her hornier, the craven mother slowly let her lips part, accepting the swollen inches of her child's cock. She pushed her head farther down, slurping and sucking noisily as she took in nearly half of his mammoth fuck-pole into her buttery throat.

"Oh, shit, Mom!"

Paul gazed down at his crotch, excited by the spectacle of his gorgeous, blonde-haired mother with her full, red lips clasped in a wet circle around his hard-on.

"Suck it, Mom! That's right! Oh, fuck, that feels so good!"

By then the wanton mother's horny, gurgling, lip-smacking sounds of cock-sucking pleasure were so loud that they seemed to fill the bedroom. Shamelessly Cynthia started bobbing her head, fucking her face with her son's enormous prick. She dragged her lips hungrily up and down his veined fuck shaft, sucking her son's huge cock nearly as hard as she could.

Little droplets of pre-cum continued to bubble out of his piss-hole, oozing onto her tongue. Lasciviously, Cynthia swiped her tongue over and around his helmet-shaped cock-knob. She started jacking his hard-on again, fisting his prick to coax up more of the salty-tasting spunk.

"You're making it really stiff now, Mom! Oh, fuck, I want to cum in your mouth!"

The thought of drinking down the showering gusher of her son's cum made Cynthia even hornier. Her cheeks puckered and bellowed rapidly in and out, constantly increasing the suctioning pressure around her boy's fuck meat. Her fist quickened on the swollen root of his cock, jacking him off harder and harder, until her hand and wrist were a blur as they moved up and down his prick.

Now his giant fucker was throbbing violently, pounding on the roof of her mouth, signaling that her son was about to cum. Cynthia shut her eyes, thinking of nothing but the taste of the cock in her mouth. Frantically she sucked her son's prick as hard as she could, slurping insatiably on the cum-oozing tip of his cock.

"Oh, Mom! Oh, fuck, Mom, I'm about to cum!"

Cynthia moved her left hand between his shaking thighs, touching his ball bag. Lewdly, she fondled the cum-congested sac, encouraging a full load of cream to fountain torrentially out of the crown of his dick. Her right hand jacked his throbbing fuck-tool, fisting it with all the energy she had in her wrist, arm and shoulder. Her saliva-filled mouth sucked greedily on her child's cock head, sucking his prick as hard as she could.

"I'm cumming, Mom! Oh, fuck, swallow it! Here it cummmsss!"

His hips heaved off the bed, jamming his enormous prick even farther down Cynthia's throat. Just as Cynthia started to choke on her boy's cock, the rich, sticky, milky cock sap started spewing and squirting out of his prick.

It blasted onto the roof of her mouth in a gusher of spunk, then continued shooting obscenely across her tongue and down her throat. It was delicious, the best-tasting jizz the horny mother had ever sucked in her life. Urgently Cynthia started to swallow as she sucked, working her throat muscles to slurp down every drop of her son's cum.

"Oh, Mom!" Paul looked pained as the cum kept shooting out, as his jism-loving mother obsessively continued to jack and suck his disgorging prick.

"Keep sucking it, Mom! Oh, fuck, keep sucking!"

Cynthia did as her child asked, wantonly sucking the last spurts of cream out of his fuckmeat. She took his cock out of her mouth to feverishly jack another two drops out of his piss hole, then dropped her head down to lap up those drops too. Then she just held up his magnificent hard-on, breathing hard, licking the spunk from her lips and moaning as she saw that her child's huge fuck-tool remained as hard as stone.

"Oh, Son," she whispered dazedly. "Oh. Paul, that tasted so good! And your cock is still so stiff, darling. Will you fuck your mother now, darling? Will you, Paul? Will you fuck your mother's tight, juicy little cunt?"

Paul nodded eagerly. Cynthia rose, still gazing at his throbbing, saliva-slickened cock as she fumbled with the sash of her robe. She tore it open and dropped the garment to the floor, leaving herself completely naked. Her son's fuck-rod throbbed more stiffly than ever at the sight of her petite, trim, slim-waisted body, the delicate figure that made her cherry-nippled tits look even more enormous than they already were.

"Fuck your mother, Paul, " Cynthia panted.

The naked blonde slid onto her back beside her child, immediately wiggling her asscheeks into a good humping position, and then splaying her thighs as wide apart as she could.

"Hurry, Paul! Mommy's so horny! Fuck my cunt, lover, fuck my cunt!"

Paul rolled on top of his mother, but he didn't slide his cock into her pussy quite yet. Instead, he busied himself with her huge tits. His hands enveloped her giant tit-melons, his fingers squeezing gently into the firm yet spongy flesh of her giant milkers. Cynthia whimpered as he dropped his head, opening his mouth wide and sucking in one wide, fat, deep-red nipple.

"Oh, my baby!"

Cynthia cradled his head and humped her ass eagerly as he slurped noisily on her tit-jugs, sucking her stiff, rubbery teat deeply into his mouth.

"Oh, Paul, please don't make me wait! Fuck your mother, oh, please, fuck me good!"

But Paul slid down her body, planting wet kisses on her rounded belly and inner thighs. Cynthia realized dazedly that her boy wanted to taste her pussy-juices. Paul lifted her legs high, draping them over his shoulders as he glued his mouth to her curly-haired pussy. Then he started eating out his mom's itchy little cunt, sliding his tongue rapidly up and down between the pouting lips of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, Paul! That feels so gooood!"

Cynthia clutched his head with both hands and spread her thighs even wider, completely opening her creamy fuck-hole for the hungry thrusts of his tongue. Then she started humping again, gyrating her blushing asscheeks off the mattress, fucking her cunt all over his face.

"Suck your mother, suck your mother!" she chanted.

She pushed her hand through her pussy curls, opening her pussy lips with her fingers to expose the bright, glistening pinkness within and, more importantly, the swollen little bud at the top.

"Lick my clit, Paul! Hurry, darling, Mommy needs to cum!"

Paul straightened two fingers, worming them into the clinging tightness of his mother's fuck-channel. Then he started licking her tingling, burning clit, pushing the little nubbin gently from side to side with little thrusts of his tongue. Cynthia gasped as the lust mounted steadily in her loins. Her enormous tits jiggled and swayed as she humped her ass faster, tirelessly fucking her wet pussy onto her son's hand and face.

"Suck it, suck my clit!" she pleaded. "That's right, Paul, fingerfuck me! Oh, shit, I'm about to cum!"

Paul wrapped his lips tightly around his mom's swollen clit. He sucked it gently but forcefully, drawing it out with the suction of his mouth. At the same time he jammed a third finger into her gushing fuck-hole, jacking her off as fast as he could.

"I'm cumming, Son! Cuuummmiiinnnggg!"