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Alex stood in the narrow hotel corridor staring at the closed and bolted door to Elena’s suite. What the hell had just happened?
God damn Justin Kuchen, anyway. Every third sentence out of his mouth was a complaint making his mother out to be a harridan who supposedly ran him ragged as an unpaid gofer, and then when she turned him loose on some unknown mission in a Caribbean city he finished and rushed back to her imperial embrace early?
It didn’t make sense. God damn Justin Kuchen to Hell.
Alex trudged to the elevator. His immediate problem was a hard-on that wouldn’t go soft, and the likelihood of terminal blue balls if he didn’t jack off real soon. And sharing a room with his mother was going to make that nearly impossible.
The hotel was filling up with stranded travelers. Alex was a sadly comic figure making his way down the crowded halls, bent half-over and staggering along like Frankenstein’s assistant in an old movie.
When he got back to their room his mother was standing in front of the full-length mirror with her back to the door. She was barefoot, wearing a short, pink satin robe that barely covered her butt cheeks. She held the front of the garment open, turning this way and that, studying herself in the mirror with a quizzical frown. She hastily closed and belted the garment before Alex could get more than half a second’s glimpse of her lush, naked curves.
She turned to him. “That took a while. I didn’t realize that Elena had relocated to some other hotel.” Her look of consternation turned to one of concern when she saw Alex’s pained expression. “Are you all right, sweetie?”
“I-I’m fine,” Alex stammered. “Sorry I took so long. I, that is, Elena and me, we got to talking, and…you know, I’ve never really gotten to know her, and…”
“Oh, I understand.” Kristen smiled and padded over to take the makeup case from him. “Elena can come off pretty aloof, but once she opens her mouth she just doesn’t stop. Does she? Talking, I mean.”
Alex blinked. Was his mother teasing him? But there was no way she could have known what he and Elena were doing all this time–and if, somehow, she did, she wouldn’t find it funny. She’d be furious, for sure.
“Oh, yeah. Talking. A lot,” he agreed. “Mostly her…talking. Like you said, her lips never stop moving. But she’s real interesting. She, uh, she knows a lot of stuff.”
Alex rattled on nervously, mostly to keep his mother from asking more questions but also to distract himself. She was standing just inches from him, and the familiar scents of her favorite soap and perfume had their usual, predictable effect on him. He had to get his mind on something else, anything else, to try to get his hard-on to go away.
But he couldn’t. Kristen had tied her robe so loosely that he could see most of her beautiful huge tits, rolling freely under the silk with her every movement. If a guy wasn’t careful, he could fall in and get lost in all that cleavage. That adventure definitely appealed to him. The outline of her nipples was apparent, pressing against the thin cloth. They looked–damn, were they hard? Could his mother be turned on, right now? By what?
He didn’t dare guess at the answer. The thing that he secretly hoped could not be true. To ever assume otherwise was to court the worst humiliation.
The high hem of the robe flared out over her girlish hips and the very tops of her thighs. Her son willed himself not to think about how easy it would be to just pluck the ends of her belt, undo the big loose bow holding the garment closed, and have it off of her in a moment. Was she really naked, under that soft, shiny wrapper? Damn, the very act of trying to banish those thoughts only made them more vivid in his imagination. His cock surged up higher and harder under his jeans.
Kristen stole a furtive glance at Alex’s crotch and her heart leaped. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep pretending to be oblivious to the big rampant slab of man-meat straining against the front of his pants. She had seen that big pussy-pleaser in the hands and mouth of her best friend, but only on a TV screen. She had to see it in the flesh or she would lose her mind.
Her phone call to Elena had been emotional but short, as she had to hurry to freshen before Alex got back to their room. And truthfully she couldn’t be too angry with her friend. If their positions had been reversed, Kristen knew that no agreement, no vow of friendship could have kept her from sucking her son until he’d shot a fountain of jism into her hungry belly. The reason that Kristen and Elena could become so close so quickly was that they were honest with each other about their needs and about who they were: a pair of beautiful, highly-paid cock-sluts. Women who would strip and spread in instant for pleasure or to further their careers, and for whom the most meaningful reward was a big cum-spewing cock.
Kristen meant to claim her greatest prize now.
“Are you sure bursa escort you’re all right, though?” she smoothed Alex’s sweat-streaked hair back from his forehead. “You feel like you’ve got a fever. And you’re flushed. Here, sit down.” She took his hand and led him to the bed.
“I’m good, Mom. Honest.” Alex said, secretly relieved to be able to sit down with his hands folded over his lap.
“If you’re sure. Look, if you’re really up to it, I could use your help with something important.”
“Sure. Anything.”
“Good, because I need a man’s opinion about something. Do you remember I told you how much this assignment means to me? So, I’m really nervous. Up to now, I’ve done mostly catalog shoots and fitness layouts for women’s health magazines and stuff like that. And the outfits are form-fitting and show off my-my body. Some of the lingerie I model in is pretty skimpy.”
“I know!” Alex said, then hoped he hadn’t betrayed the depth of his enthusiasm for those photos.
“Yes, well…but those layouts are still usually on the demure side. A little tease, some mystery. The lingerie manufacturers assume a large group of their customers are women. But this shoot is different. A full swimsuit feature for a major sports magazine. And honest to God, I’m nervous. Some of the suits I’m supposed to wear this week are like being–well, I feel almost naked, if you follow me.” She looked guilelessly into his eyes, as if for reassurance that he understood.
“I know just what you mean, Mom,” Alex said slowly. “And we both know that the publishers don’t sell out these ‘special issues’ to women shopping for bikinis. It’s all about–“
“Sex. Of course. What men want to see.” Kristen walked away from her son, hips swaying and ass rolling, her slender thighs and calves flexing as if she were wearing four-inch stripper’s heels rather than walking in her bare feet.
At the center of the room, she spun on her toes. She yanked her robe open without warning and shrugged out of it. The scrap of satin wafted gently to the floor behind her.
Alex made a strangled gasp. He thought his heart had stopped for a moment, as he beheld the vision of his mother standing before him wearing nothing but the tiniest bikini he’d ever seen.
To call it a “suit” would be a gross exaggeration. The top was nothing but two strips of magenta knit, each no bigger than a Band-Aid, strung together by elastic cords a few millimeters wide. The little swatches did little to conceal Kristen’s pink, domed nipples. But it had all been engineered with the precision of a suspension bridge to lift and hold the mammoth orbs of her breasts at the perfect angle for horny eyes to feast upon.
Alex stared in wonder at those amazing love balloons, imagining how they would feel in his hands as he played with them. He would suck his mother’s big nipples until they were engorged and hard as marbles, kneading and massaging those fat melons for as long as he pleased, then mold them around his rigid dick while he crouched astride her chest for a long titty-fuck.
But that wasn’t the best part.
Kristen’s microkini top might as well have been an oversized sweatshirt by comparison to the bottom. Down below, an even smaller and narrower strip of the same bright-hued fabric was held in place over her crotch by thin elastic bands. She had to be completely shaven bare, as not even a landing strip of golden fluff could have been concealed by that flimsy little swatch. The velvet soft roundness of her love mound was completely visible.
In fact, except for the golden mane on her head, Kristen was waxed entirely hairless. Her body was a sleek landscape of tanned and silken flesh. She’d had a fresh mani-pedi before leaving on their trip, and this morning had painted her long almond-shaped fingernails and glossy toenails to match her swimsuit.
Unconscious of what he was doing, Alex stopped trying to hide the bulge in his jeans. He lightly rubbed his cock through the rough denim.
Kristen took that in with a quick glance, along with his wide-eyed stare, his flushed, perspiring face, and the throbbing of the vein at his throat. She was rounding third base and almost home.
“You-you think I’m too old for this look?” she asked hesitantly.
Alex sat spellbound, unable to speak. The inside of his mouth felt like the Sahara. His mother frowned. “I am going to have to call the doctor,” she sighed. “I declare, commercial flights are nothing but damn Petri dishes of all kinds of infectious–“
“N-no!” Alex managed to croak out. “Nononono! I’m fine, really! It’s just…”
“Then you must hate the suit,” Kristen pouted. “Oh, I knew this was a mistake. I’m your mother. You must be mortified. And the back is even worse.”
She pirouetted on one foot and bent from the waist to present him with the completely naked globes of her ass. The elastic strands crossing her lower back disappeared into the cleft between her butt cheeks, and the G-string rode up into her bursa escort bayan wet little sex slit–just as she knew it would. Her pussy lips were on full display.
Alex wanted nothing in the world at that moment except to feel his cock slide up between those plump pink gates to Paradise.
“Mom, mom, no, I love it. You’re just so gorgeous and perfect and-and goddamn sexy.”
“Oh! Thank you. You know, your father warned me that it wasn’t fair to make a guy your age spend two weeks watching his mother posing and frolicking with barely a stitch on.”
“Dad don’t know shit,” Alex declared.
“Don’t be disrespectful.”
“Sorry. But he’s wrong. I’m the luckiest son in the world, to spend this time with you. And I can’t wait to see the other outfits you’re gonna model.”
“Well, I can see that at least part of you fully approves,” Kristen giggled. She wiggled her hips and looked fetchingly back over her shoulder like a pinup girl, eyes zeroing in on her son’s crotch.
Alex realized with horror that the angry crimson dome of his prick had forced its way up past his waistband, pressed flat against the outside of his tee shirt and pointing upward. A glistening drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit.
Kristen’s tongue flicked out between her lips. She no longer doubted that her son was about to yield to what she now believed was the wholly natural and healthy urge to fuck his own mother. No matter how conventionally bizarre the notion of mother and son locked cock-in-pussy might have seemed to him before, he was surely not repelled by the idea…as that fantastic fuck-stick between his legs attested.
And Kristen needed Alex’s cock. She needed to fuck her son. She’d become accustomed to jumping on almost any willing, hard cock that came within reach. This was what her new life had opened her up to, and to her way of thinking it was an infinite improvement over the ever-yearning, timid Little-Miss-Mousey that a sexless marriage had reduced her to over the years. And it had come to seem unfair to deny herself the carnal knowledge of the man she most loved and desired in the world, her son Alex.
Despite his stunned silence at this moment, the look in his eyes and the determined upthrusting curve of his cock told her how excited he was and how easily she would soon rouse him to action.
Her imagination swarmed with choices and possibilities. What to do first? Suck a load of tasty jism from her son’s giant cock, or just go straight for it and lower her motherly cunt onto that hard pillar of flesh and ride, baby, ride?
She strutted back to the bed and stood over Alex with her feet planted on either side of his knees. He didn’t move. “You with me, Baby? Mama only needs one part of you turned to stone this afternoon,” she purred. When he didn’t answer, she suggested, “Maybe you’re not well, after all. Maybe a little CPR is in order.”
She leaned down, kissing him with her open mouth. Alex responded, pressing his lips to the full pink pillows of hers, his tongue chasing hers into the hot, moist sweetness of her mouth. She reached down and gently tapped the edge of one fingernail against the tip of his cock.
That broke whatever spell of paralysis gripped him. His hips bucked automatically upward, his crotch bumping and sliding against her thighs. “MOM!” he exclaimed. “What are we doing? “
“I don’t know about you, darling, but I’m doing what any hot-blooded chick worth her salt would do, all alone with such a strong, handsome, heavy-hung guy. And if you’ll give in to nature, I’m pretty sure that you’re about to do what any horny young stud would do, given the chance, marooned in a hotel room with a big-titty slut of a swimsuit model. Am I right?”
She kissed him again, and this time he slid his big hands down the small of her back to grab the elastic of her suit bottom. He yanked hard. The cord snapped, and her G-string fell away.
“Oh God yes, naked again! Oh, thank God!” Kristen rasped. Alex was startled despite himself.
“You’re like a whole other person,” he said, his lust-thickened voice a mixture of awe and confusion. “What’s happened to you?”
Kristen shrugged cheerfully. “What should have happened years ago. I’ve learned to let go of worry and accept all the pleasures that life offers. All the pleasures.” She reached down with both hands to undo his fly. “But this isn’t fair, is it? Kinda one-sided.” She got his pants open and tried to tug them down his hips, but straddling him made the angle awkward. “Show me your dick. I wanna see my son’s beautiful cock up close. The cock that’s going to be inside me, soon.”
Alex yanked his jeans down and kicked them off his ankles. Kristen settled back down to sit on his knees, facing him. She squealed and ground her drooling pussy against the underside of his cock.
“My Lord but you’re fucking huge,” she marveled. “Long and full and ready for an all-day play date with Mommy, aren’t you?” She curled the fingers of her right escort bursa hand around the magnificent column and tugged, pulling up so that his skin pulled taut from the coronal ridge all the way to his groin. She dragged the nails of her left hand slowly up the seam of his ball sack.
“Awhhhh…” Alex groaned. No woman had ever touched him with such frank confidence and skill. After all that had transpired today, he was afraid that he’d explode immediately. But his mother was indeed skillful, and her experienced touch brought him to the threshold but did not trigger his orgasm. Not yet.
He encircled her narrow waist and pulled her closer, kissing his way up the soft curve of her right tit to the edge of her top. He flicked his tongue up under the strip of cloth and it slipped up and off of her tit, leaving her saucer-sized nipple bare and dangling. He closed his lips around it and vacuumed the succulent flesh into his mouth. He was doing it! He was sucking his mom’s tit and, from the way she squirmed against him, he could tell how much she loved it.
He tore the top’s elastic cord and threw the last shred of her suit away, He had his mother truly and gloriously naked. As Kristen slid from his lap and knelt between his knees, Alex Jordan knew that he must be the luckiest guy on Earth.
“I’m not going to suck your cock,” Kristen murmured. Seeing his face fall, she added hastily, “Not all the way, I mean. There will be plenty of time for cock-sucking and cum-drinking, I promise. All the time. But right this minute, I’m gonna suck this beast a little to get you all slick and lubed up. Because you’re the biggest stud I’ve ever been with, by a country mile, and I’ve got to take you inside my pussy before I die of horniness.”
Alex beamed, both because of his mother’s words and because of the tone of her voice. She wasn’t intimated by the size of his cock, the way younger women always were. On the contrary, she clearly yearned for what he had to offer.
“You don’t have to worry about me,” he assured her proudly. “With such a sexy mom like you for inspiration, I’ll be able to get it up again right away with no problem.”
It was Kristen’s turn to thrill to the sound of her son’s words. It was a delicate thing, boasting to Alex about the extent of her sexual experience. Many young men might be turned off by hearing their mothers confess to being true fucking whores, taking cock wherever they could find it.
Instead, Alex’s cock just throbbed harder and rose higher when she confided her extensive and varied experience with big dicks.
Of course, most young men didn’t have mothers like Kristen. Shy by nature, she had grown this year to appreciate her sexual gifts and the effect she had on most men. Her son was a man no different than the others. Rather, he was exceptional in being as gifted as she was, but in the sense of his male desires, he was not different. She believed in her heart that his claims about his virility were not mere adolescent boasting. He was, as Elena had suspected and Kristen had hoped, a fuck-stud through-and-through. Born to fuck, always hard and ready.
With that thought, she put her hands on her son’s hips and pulled him forward to the edge of the bed. His towering, beefy prick slid up against her belly and nestled between her breasts, leaving a shiny, slippery trail of pre-cum all along the valley of her cleavage. She pressed her arms against the sides of her boobs to hold the enormous spongy spheres snug against his cock. She gingerly licked the underside of his glans, catching a few drops of the precious liquid on her tongue.
“Fuuuuck…” Alex groaned. His fingers gripped the edge of the mattress. Horny as he was and after everything he’d experienced today, it surprised Kristen that he didn’t shoot off right then and there. Her son must have amazing cock control. She doubted that he realized how remarkable that was, any more than he appeared to fully appreciate the potential of his cock. But to Kristen, it was further confirmation that she’d bred a super-stud.
When Kristen tasted her son’s pre-cum, she completely understood and forgave Elena on the spot. Alex’s pre-cum was as thick and delicious as any jism she’d ever tasted, and had she been in Elena’s place she’d definitely have ignored the beeping of her phone until after she’d drained her son’s balls and swallowed every drop.
The redheaded slut had practiced surprising restraint, after all. As it was, Kristen was sorely tempted to jettison her plan to fuck her son before sucking him to completion. If his pre-cum was this yummy, how rich and flavorful must his cum be?
She couldn’t do it, though. She’d eavesdropped more than once on Alex and his best buddy Jake as Alex had complained of his problems with girlfriends. Kristen knew that he was probably still a virgin. The most caring thing that she could do for him, as a mother, was to initiate him into full manhood before they did anything else. And, when she reminded herself of that, she realized that nothing could be more exciting for her than claiming her son’s cherry. What an irresistibly wicked moment that would be! Her pussy juice flowed freely at the very notion.
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