JENNIFER'S SURPRISE SeXStoRY

Jennifer Smith couldn't wait to get home. The assistant sales-director got a phone call from her husband Tim during the day and she'd been feeling giddy ever since. It was a long working day, but Tim's phone call really made her feel better. She loved her husband very much, but in the last couple of years they've had their problems. Without either of them knowing it, they were both feeling dissatisfied with their sex-life, until at one point they had an argument which almost prompted a break-up, and they found out they had both been having the same problem. But ever since that moment they had been happy as can be, giving each other exactly what they unknowingly to their spouse had been craving all along. Taking their sexual frustration out on each other, in the most positive ways. They had two k**s, a 19 year old son and a 21 year old daughter. Both of them had been out of the house recently, so with no one but each other around, they had to admit their marriage troubles, but thankfully it had worked out great. They were again having sex as if they just got married. Their marriage seemed renewed and they started telling each other a number of their sexual fantasies, something which they didn't even do in the beginning, when the sex itself was enough. As if they were getting to know each other all over again, they had been experimenting. And whereas they both became workaholics, now they both couldn't wait to get home again. So when Jennifer got a call from her husband at 2:32 pm, he told her he had a major surprise for her when she got home, something she would never believe was possible. He had let her on that it was something sexual, and this prompted Jennifer to start thinking about all the things she had been telling Tim lately, all the fantasies she'd had. All of them pretty wild and the kind of things that were not really doable. Did Tim manage to get something worked out to fulfill one of these fantasies? The thought of what it could be had Jennifer creaming in her panties. She tried controlling herself as she was wearing a skirt and the odors of hot, wet cunt would not exactly go unnoticed. At least it was already getting late in the afternoon and Jennifer managed to confine herself to her office pretending to be really busy and telling her co-workers she couldn't be disturbed. God, she had to open a window, as the fragrance of her pussy was filling the office and aside from that, she felt the panties were soaked and she could feel the moistness of the material against her butt cheeks that were squashed flat under her weight as she sat on her chair. Having managed to hold out until 4:45 pm, she finished up in the office and got out. She wished everybody she came across a good day as she hurried to the exit, worried some of them might pick up the scent of a horny woman. She got in her car in the parking garage and drove home. Having finally come home, she closed the front door behind her and called out. ”Tim? Are you here?” A voice from above answered. ”I'll be right down, Jenny.” With a move unbecoming a lady, Jennifer reached under her skirt and pulled the wet panties from her crotch and out of the crack of her ass. Whatever it was that Tim wanted to surprise her with, it better be soon as she wanted out of these nasty clothes and she really needed to be pounded hard. She'd been gushing for hours now and it had been more than enough. Tim came walking down the stairs with a grin on his face. He was so glad things were better between him and his wife. He looked her over as she was standing in the hallway and realized he would have been an idiot of humongous proportions had he let her walk out of their marriage. Her perfect shaped body, despite being 39 years old, dressed in a business-woman's outfit. A Grey jacket with white blouse, a grey skirt, wearing light brown stockings underneath and black heels. Her brown hair in a knot with a few long strands hanging loose along her temples in front of her ears. And wearing those librarian type glasses. She was noticeably shifting on her feet. ”Hi baby. How was work?” ”Oh fuck work, Tim. Tell me. What's my surprise?” Jennifer semi-demanded impatiently, again thinking quickly what it could be. Could it be the food games, could it be he asked two of his black friends to give his wife a good hard fucking, or maybe he planned on filming her as she masturbated and posting it on some internet site. What else could it be, some of those other fantasies were pretty much impossible. ”Patience, patience, my dear,” Tim said. "First I want you to do something for me.” ”What is it?” Jennifer asked. ”Before I show you your surprise, I want you to put this on.” Tim reached inside his pockets and pulled out a black piece of cloth. ”I want you to be blindfolded so the surprise will be saved until the very last moment.” ”Oh come on, Tim. Don’t do this to me.” ”Sorry babe. No blindfold no surprise. I don't want you finding out what it is when you can still back out. I took a big chance getting this thing done for you and I want you to commit yourself. After all, you told me one night about this particular fantasy and I managed to make it a reality. I can't have you seeing what it is before hand and wimping out on me. So you'll have to put these on and do exactly as I say.” Jennifer begrudgingly agreed, knowing Tim would never do anything to hurt her in any way, so she put the blindfold on. ”What now?” Jennifer asked as she stood blinded in the hallway. ”Now you come upstairs with me and we'll take it from there.” Tim took her by the hand and guided his wife up the stairs and into their bedroom. ”Okay baby, we're here. Remember you have to do exactly as I tell you or it won't work. Do you understand?” ”Yes, I understand,” Jennifer said with short breath, not knowing what or who was in the room with them. She had never been so self-aware yet aroused at the same time. She was pretty sure that if there were someone in the room with them, he, she or they would be able to smell her secretions. And that thought alone made her "secrete" even more profusely. ”Honey,” Tim said as he stood somewhere a few yards away, “why don't you slowly take of your jacket and blouse.” Without speaking, Jennifer unbuttoned her grey jacket until it came loose and she took them off, letting them drop. She now stood in her blouse. Her breasts seemed larger than life while her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding. No bra could hide the stiffness of her nipples right now, and it couldn't. Jennifer grabbed her blouse in her fingers, and slowly and carefully pulled it out of her skirt. She then slowly unbuttoned the blouse from bottom to top as nothing could be heard in the room but her heavy breathing. The last button was undone and the clothing hung loose. The midsection of her white bra was visible as well as the tasty cleavage it caused. ”Mmmm...That's great, hun,” Tim spoke. “Just take the blouse of so I can see your beautiful tits while you're still wearing your bra.” Jennifer slid off her blouse and let it drop as the jacket before it. She now stood with her skirt, her stockings, her panties, her heels and her bra. Nipples almost bursting through the material. ”By God, just look at those magnificent tits,” Jennifer heard Tim say. Was he talking to himself, or to someone else? ”They look so goddamn succulent. So supple. Nipples like pacifiers.” It was silent for just a moment, and then Tim spoke to her again. ”Baby, Why don't you take off that skirt, and kick off those heels while you're at it. No reason to be uncomfortable now.” Jennifer stepped out of her heels one by one, shoved them out of the way with her stocking-clad feet and then undid her skirt slowly. Her panties were so drenched by now they felt like a second, sticky, moist skin. And then the skirt dropped at her feet. She knew now that if there was a person or persons present beside her husband, they could now see her in her lingerie. She was now standing blindfolded, in her bra, her soaking panties, a garter belt, and a pair of nylons. No doubt the panties were so wet they must be almost see-through, clinging to her crotch, the slit must be pretty much outlined by the wet material. The mere thought of being exposed like this to a possible third person, a stranger, was having an even more arousing effect on her. If there was somebody, that somebody could not only smell her sex, but see her so intimately, and even more intimately in a few moments. ”Just look at that,” Jennifer heard her husband say. ”Look at that body. Those tits, those legs, just look at that crotch. Those panties are so wet you can clearly see her pubic lips, those fat lips. Turn around, honey. Let me see your ass, your panty-clad ass.” Jennifer turned around slowly, still not knowing what the hell was going to happen. ”What a fucking hot ass, babe. The way those moist panties are clinging to your succulent ass cheeks. The way that material is partially pulled up in the crack of your ass. Those panties, when you take them off, would be a delicacy in themselves.” ”Take off your bra now, honey. Let me see those gorgeous tits of yours. Those hard, fat fucking nipples.” Driven to greater lust by her husbands dirty language, Jennifer unclasped her bra, and dropped it, and felt her full breasts fall free, jiggling as they hung loose in their natural position, her nipples feeling as if they would pop off and shoot away. She decided to become a little pro-active, and responded. ”Is that alright, baby? Can you get a good look at my hot tits now, hun? Do you see how hard and stiff my nipples are for you?” ”Oh fuck yes, baby. I can see alright. Just seeing them almost makes me go blind.” ”You know, Jenny baby. Only one more to go. You know what, don't you?” ”Yes, I do,” Jennifer groaned, trembling on her feet, waiting in anticipation for the revelation of her surprise. “My panties.” ”You’re right, Jenny. Your panties. Your dripping wet panties. Take them off, honey. Peel them off your sticky pussy and show me your cunt. Show me what smells so good, baby. Drag that sodden thing down your legs and show me that nice juicy beaver.” ”You want me to show it to you, baby?” Jennifer responded. “You want me to get rid of these wet panties and show you my cunt? I can't wait to show it to you.” Jennifer inserted her thumbs into the sides of the waistband, and slowly pushed it down her hips. The crotch stuck to hers until the very last minute, until they finally let loose and the weight of the drenched things made it fall down quicker than it normally would. She stepped out of them and now stood completely naked -bar the stockings- in front of her husband, and who else might be there. Her perfectly shaped tits hung with their nipples pointing straight forward. And her fur-covered snatch, odorous, and tasty looking, was drooling along her inner thighs. ”Just look at that fucking cunt,” Tim spoke. “That juicy, dripping pussy. It looks so tasty, so eatable, so succulent. It looks like you could just dive in and suck for hours and still there would be plenty left.” ”Okay, Jenny. I think its time. I think you can take your blindfold off now and see your surprise. I hope you like it as much as I think you do. You sure told me that time how much you wanted it. Take off that blindfold and see what it is.” Jennifer took of the blindfold, and the light were taking away her sight momentarily. She pinched her eyes, making them adjust until she could see normally again. Then she found her surprise. There was a guy lying on her bed, and it was not her husband. The guy was stark naked, and he was lying on the bed in the kind of pose that Jennifer had confessed to her husband was the one that turned her on the most. The naked man was lying back, leaning on his elbows, his legs spread wide. His balls hung low in the hairy sack, hanging down between his thighs. His thick, powerful looking cock sticking straight up, its purple crown looking wide and fierce and glowing with pre-cum in the light. A full, thick bush of pubic hair at the base, hair that was growing abundantly. Jennifer looked up at his face as in some kind of distant reality she felt little streams of her juices rolling down her inner thighs. The naked man had a grin on his face. And then the naked man spoke: ”Hi mom.” Chapter 2 “Remember that night that you confessed to me you had those fantasies about Mark? Well, honey, here is your surprise. You wanted your son, and I’m giving him to you.” Tim’s words registered in Jennifer’s brain, but they seemed to come from a distance. It all seemed hazy. She had indeed confessed her i****tuous desires to Tim one night, and it had turned him on immensely and they fucked like rabbits for the rest of the night. But of all the fantasies she had, this surely had to be the one she expected least to ever happen. After all, what are the odds of a woman having sexual desires for her son, AND her husband respecting that, AND her son being willing, all at once. Yet here he was, her son. Lying on her marriage bed, completely naked lying in a position he had to be in because her husband told him it made her mouth water. Conflicting thoughts were going through Jennifer’s mind. He was her son, this wasn’t supposed to happen, at least not out of fantasy; She should get dressed; She should feel ashamed; This was all just a dream. Yet Jennifer’s perverted alter ego dismissed it all. She knew it was her son lying on her bed, yet that was exactly the reason why she didn’t want to get dressed, and instead of feeling ashamed she felt pure lust. Her juices were running down her thighs even more profusely than before, realizing she was standing naked in front of her son, delectable and pungent. She knew her own son could smell her cunt and she loved that fact. She knew he could look at her twat, see her matted bush and the pink slit in between, and she loved that fact. She was going to be an i****tuous mother and fuck the shit out of her own son and she loved that fact. Her own husband was going to be present and would like it, and she loved that fact. Finally, Jennifer could be everything she really wanted to be. The kind of freak she was all along. ”Well, honey. Whatever it is that you feel like doing; go right ahead. After admitting your fantasy about Mark to me I told you how much it would turn me on to just watch you, so that’s what I’m gonna do for the time being.” Again Jennifer heard what Tim said, but almost as if in a dream. She would thank him for his surprise later. Jennifer looked at her son’s cock. It had to be at least 8 inches. And it was thicker than her husband’s cock. She made her eyes wander from top to bottom, her gaze going over the shiny purple head, drops of clear fluid running out the little piss-slit, then her gaze went down, down along his shaft, the shaft with a number of veins running through it. Then lower still, she gazed at his nutsack. Two egg sized balls hung low between his legs, the weight of them making the sack hang almost in front of his asshole. A black forest of hair obscuring the rest of his crack. Jennifer’s mouth had begun to water, and without even noticing it, her hands were leading their own lives. One hand was squeezing one of her tits, and rolling a stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger, another hand had disappeared between her legs, its fingers rubbing into the pink slit. Rubbing up and down, rubbing the sticky juices into her entire crotch, showing the delectable pink gash to her son as her fingers rubbed upward and the fingertips strummed her clit. Aside from mouth-watering and playing her body with her hands, Jennifer was also groaning, a low rumble coming from the pit of her throat. Her hips were swaying as she kept ogling the powercock belonging to her own flesh and bl**d as her husband had silently settled himself into a chair, watching his wife, wondering what she would do first. Mark was still grinning as his mother seemed to be in a world of her own, playing with her body as she stared at his cock as if hypnotized. He then threw oil on the fire by grabbing his cock in a hand and squeezing it, making the purple head bulge and a stream of pre-cum ooze from his piss-slit, coating the top of his index finger. Slowly he pumped up and down, making his balls jiggle and dance between his thighs, his foreskin playing peek-a-boo with the head of his cock. Jennifer’s fingers were now noisily and sloppily digging in and out of her leaking snatch. The rubbing fingers making the pubic hairs that were still relatively dry rustle, but making slurping and squishing sounds as they invaded her pussy hole. ”My son,” Jennifer whispered dreamily. “My son is on my bed waiting for ME. And that cock…that gorgeous, big fucking cock is his.” ”That’s right, mom,” Mark told his fingering mother. “I’m waiting for you with this cock. It’s yours to do with as you please whenever you want it. Come take your son, mom. Come to your own flesh and bl**d and do whatever you want.” Like a prowling leopard, Jennifer bent over and crawled onto the bed, crawling over her son’s legs until her face was close enough to his cock to smell his musk. She momentarily looked up, looking over the rim of her glasses into her son’s eyes. The look she exchanged with Mark was a mixed one. A look that betrayed not only the lust they were feeling for each other, but also the fact that both of them were aware that they were mother and son, and that that was precisely what caused this lust in the first place. The acts they were about to perform were between a mother and her son, and that’s what was going to make it so hot for them. Mark took his sticky hand away, leaving his cock shaft smeared with his pre-cum. Without much pause Jennifer then replaced his hand with hers. Her small, warm hand grabbed the shaft, feeling the stickiness. She felt the warmth of it, the power of it in the palm of her hand. She then pointed it toward her face, and settled her nose against the moist, sticky head of it. Then she inhaled powerfully, smelling the odor of her son’s cock in her very soul. She took it from her nose again, making and breaking small strands of pre-cum that connected his purple crown with the tip of her nose. Jennifer panted and so did Mark, as she then slowly moved her hand up and down in wonder, looking the tool in her hand over, watching it’s actions and movements from the tip to his balls as she slowly jerked him. Watching the balls dance up and down. Watching the piss slit open slightly and closing with each pump, making clear fluids ooze out and coating her index finger. Feeling the skin of his shaft move up and down over his meat. She let go for a moment and looked at the juices on her index finger. His pre-cum. She then looked her son straight in the eye as she stuck out her tongue and dragged it along her finger with a passionately grimacing face, savoring its taste. ”So good,” she slithered. She then took hold of the cock again and never letting go of her gaze into his eyes, started circling her tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up his pre-cum as it oozed out of his piss hole each time she squeezed his shaft. Mark felt his mother’s tongue go around and over his sensitive cock-tip as she pumped him, and the tongue-lashing was driving him nuts. Her tongue was tickling him at the same time it was almost hurting him with pleasure. And all the while his thoughts kept repeating the same thing over and over again: “My mother’s tongue is licking my cock. My mother’s tongue is licking my cock.” Being a true mother, she and her boy thought a lot alike, as she too was repeating the same phrase in her mind: “I’m licking my own son’s cock. I’m licking my own son’s cock.” Mother and son were reveling in the i****tuous deed with ultimate abandon, as Jennifer licked stream after stream of pre-cum from Mark’s purple head and at the same time pumping his dick with a tight grip. She enjoyed his smell as she dipped the tip of her tongue into his piss slit as deep as it would go, mini-fucking his piss slit with the tip of her tongue, using it to spoon out more of her son’s tasty dick liquids. In the corner, Tim was sitting in a chair, his pants around his ankles, jerking his cock as he watched his wife enjoying their son. Chapter 3 As Jennifer’s tongue circled and slithered around the head of her son’s cock, she kept eye contact with him, connecting with her offspring in a place forbidden, a place where the minds of mother and son meet, not in the form of mother-son love, but in the form of pure, depraved, i****tuous lust. A place where the boundaries of f****y vaporize, where the walls of taboo are broken down by a mother who wants nothing more than to fuck her own son and a son who wants to fuck his own mother. A place where even her husband and his father, Tim couldn’t get to. Jennifer drew back her tongue inside her mouth, gathered a tongue-full of foamy saliva, and then licked around the head of her son’s cock again. The warm spit covered the purple head and ran in warm, sticky cascades down his shaft, until it gathered on the top of her hand. She then used it to smear her son’s entire cock with her drool, using it as lubrication as she continued pumping Mark as she kept licking and tasting his crown. Jennifer drew back her head slowly, with the only thing connecting her tongue with the head of her son’s cock being a thick, white string of spit and pre-cum. Mark looked at it and his cock twitched in his mother’s hand. ”Oh Christ mom,” he groaned as his eyes rolled up and he laid his head down. ”Mmmm… You like that, don’t you baby? You like it when mommy spits and drools all over your nice hard cock while she jerks you off?” Jennifer lisped. ”I love it, mom. Your mouth feels so good on my dick. So wet and hot. You’ve got a wet and hot sucking mouth and I love it on my cock.” ”I know you do, Mark. How would you like it if I shove that nice, big juicy cock in my mouth and suck you ‘till you cum? Would you like that, SON?” Jennifer put emphasis on that last word for extra effect as she tried sexing him up with not only her hand and mouth, but with her words as well. ”I would fucking love it, mom. I would love it if you would stick my cock in your mouth and suck me. Please suck my cock, mom. Suck me until I cum in your dirty mouth.” ”Mmmmm… I love it when you talk like that baby. It makes your mom feel really dirty, just how she likes to feel right now. Tell me more. Look right into my eyes and talk dirty to me, honey,” Jennifer oozed as her sticky hand made squishy sounds pumping her son’s hard tool. ”Oh mom. I want you to be a dirty slut for your son and stick my cock in your mouth. Shove my meat in your mouth and suck off your own son. Cover my dick in your saliva, mom. Jerk me off and suck my cock until I squirt your dirty mouth full of my jizz, and then you can drink your son’s cum like a real slut mother. Suck me until I empty my balls down your throat.” ”I’ll do it, baby. I’m gonna suck you and make you empty your balls in my mouth and then I’ll drink it all down. Just like a good slut mother is supposed to do for her son.” Jennifer shoved her son’s cock into her mouth like a woman starved, and after moving her hand down to squeeze around the base, making his cock seem even harder and larger, she started bobbing her head up and down his dick like a chicken crazed on caffeine. Loud slurping noises filled the room as she had her red lips tightly wrapped around his shaft and f***ed her mouth up and down, taking him to her throat and back until her lips were just around the ridge of the cock head. As she slurped and sucked, she then also twisted her head from left to right, continuously corkscrewing her mouth over Mark’s cock. Mark drew his knees apart and further up, floundering on the bed under the administrations of his mother’s heated, sucking, slurping mouth. Jennifer used the opportunity to reached her other hand underneath his buttocks and rub her thumb over his anus. Shiny with bubbling spit, Mark’s cock disappeared over and over again into the hot, wet cavity of his mother’s mouth, plunging against her throat, coating her palate and tongue with his pre-cum. In between she took her mouth off his cock, planted her lower lip underneath the ridge of the head, dug her upper lip in the small ridge of his piss hole and sucked tightly on half of his crown as her tongue fluttered against the purple head on the side. Then she resumed the rough, wet and loud pistoning of her mouth over his cock. Mark grabbed his mother’s head with both hands, digging the tips of his fingers into the bun of brown hair on the back of her head. He loved the noises and feeling of her mouth and his dick and the feel of her thumb massaging his asshole. The experience made him wild and he felt his cum leaving his balls in surges. ”Mom, I’m going to cum. I can’t hold back any longer. I have to shoot.” ”Hmmm... Hmmm...” Jennifer moaned around the hardening dick, letting her son know she was ready for it. As if stuck with a knife, Mark screamed out. His mother had stuck her thumb all the way up his ass in one plunge and Jennifer opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as far as possible as she jerked her son to orgasm. She fingered his butt and pumped his cock as long ropes of white cum blasted into her mouth and across her tongue. Cumming as he’d never come before, he offloaded the juice from his balls into his mother’s mouth. His own mother’s mouth. No matter how many times he told himself, it still seemed a dream. Jennifer on the other hand, even though she felt as if dreaming, reveled in feeling her son’s spunk splashing against her tongue, and feeling it blast with power against the roof of her mouth. She would never have imagined she would be taking her own son’s jizz into her mouth and having her thumb up his butt. She was going to have to thank her husband later by giving him the fuck of all fucks later tonight. But for now, she wanted to experience all of this. Tasting her son’s cum, and feeling it slide down her throat. After Mark had shot all of his cock juice into his mother’s mouth, Jennifer gathered it inside her mouth, made it splash around inside and after enjoying the taste of his spunk, let the sticky juices slide down her throat. ”Mmm... Your cum tastes so fucking good baby,” Jennifer told her son, after which she licked his softening cock clean, licking her sticky fingers clean and finally pulling her thumb from his ass. As Mark puffed, Jennifer looked her son over. Laying flat on his back, his legs spread out, his reddish cock still relatively large, but soft laying on top of his nut sack with its empty balls. ”I’m sorry mom,” Mark said surprisingly in between puffs. ”Why are you sorry, Mark?” ”That I came so soon. I couldn’t help it. You sucked me so good. And the fact that you’re my mother and I’d always fantasized about fucking you, I just couldn’t hold out.” ”Well, Mark, just because you emptied your balls doesn’t mean we’re done by a long shot. As a matter of fact, I pretty sure you still have an appetite and that’s good for me.” Mark got up a bit, leaning on his elbows. “What do you mean?” Jennifer moved her body around, so she was lying on her back. She spread her stocking clad legs wide and up, bent at the knees. She reached her arms down, making the tits squash against each other and the nipples bulge. Her hands down, her fingers moved through her thick brown bush, until with the tips of her fingers, she spread her labia wide open, and she showed a tasty looking, pink, juicy gash to her son. And underneath her wrinkled, brown asshole was twitching. ”I know what your cock tastes like and you came in my mouth,” Jennifer told her son with a smile on her face and she rubbed her fingers up and down her crotch. ”Now its time for you to know what mommy’s cunt tastes like and for me to cum in your mouth.” ”That’s why I told you your appetite is good for me, baby. Come over her and eat me out.” ”Come and eat mommy’s cunt, baby.” Chapter 4 Mark’s balls may have been drained for now, but they were already stirring as he looked at his mother lying on the bed. She was looking right at him with her brown eyes through those librarian’s glasses. That mousy look gave her natural good looks something wildly erotic to him, aside from her body and position of course. Jennifer, mousy or not, was lying on the bed looking like a wanton slut, just the way she wanted to be, and with the people she wanted to be a slut with. Her son was waiting for her, and her husband was sitting in the chair whacking his meat. The mother of two supported her upper body on her elbows, her tits gleaming in the light, and her legs were spread and lifted, bent at the knees. Jennifer had a perverted “fuck your mother” look on her smiling face as she exposed her hairy cunt with its pink, sopping wet slit to her own son. ”Don’t just look at it, as much as I like it. Come and taste it, honey. Stick your tongue in mother’s cunt and eat me out,” Jennifer oozed like an anticipative whore. Mark smelled his mother’s cunt from feet away. No surprise there since she’d been funking up the air where she went since she received that phone call this afternoon. But it was even more pungent now. He moved forward, and laid a warm hand on each of his mother’s inner thighs, pushing them apart even further. The movement caused Jennifer’s labia to spread simultaneously and her pink gash widened itself, leaking little streams of mommy cunt juice into the crack of her ass, and running over her pucker. The little pink clit stick its beautiful head, and the pubic hair directly around her slit was matted against her skin. It looked so funky and tasty to Mark he could no longer control himself. He was going to taste the forbidden place of his own mother. Mark dove forward with his face, buried his face in her sticky crotch and rotated it into her dripping wet cunt. He wanted his mother’s juices everywhere; all over his face. Jennifer moaned and giggled at the same time as her son made his face wet with her fuck juice. He reveled in the smell and the feel of the warm sticky wetness on his face and then he licked everywhere. The taste of his mother’s juices attacked his taste buds as his tongue investigated the taste and feel of every place of her snatch. The bush of pubic hair, the clit, the thick outer lips, the labia, the pink slit, even her asshole. He wanted to taste it all and know what it felt like under his tongue. Jennifer curled her toes and bit her lower lip as she felt her son’s tongue on all her secret, forbidden places. Places that any “normal” mother would spend her life hiding from her c***dren. She enjoyed it all. She enjoyed his hot breath washing over her privates, his tongue and lips on her clit, dipping into her slit, and even her son’s tongue delving momentarily into her ass crack. It was so deliciously nasty and depraved and she loved every minute of it. ”Oh shit, baby. You make your mother feel so fucking hot. Lick it. Taste it. Lick and taste your mother’s hot wet cunt.” Mark was tasting it from the moment his tongue had touched her crotch. He put his index fingers on her labia and spread her cunt wide open, exposing her pink gash more with its contracting pussy guts. It looked like a rose and Mark teased it with his tongue, then started dragging the flat of his tongue through her tasty gash, from asshole to clit, over and over again, slurping Jennifer’s waterfall of cuntal syrup out and going back for more. ”Oh Fuck. Jesus Christ. That’s it, son. Lick my cunt. Lick your mother’s hot cunt. Lick my slit, taste my hot juices. Make me cum on your hot tongue. Make my pussy cum all over your face, baby.” Tim had left his chair and was now on his knees at the foot of the bed, where Jennifer’s head was resting. He was pawing at her fleshy tits and whispered nasty words into her ear. ”Do you like my surprise, baby? Do you like that your son, our son, is eating you out?” ”Fuck yeah,” Jennifer sighed in response. ”I fucking love it. It’s the best surprise you could have ever given me. Out of all the things you could have surprised me with, you gave me this one. I love it. My son is between my legs and eating me out. Tasting my juices. Tasting his own mother’s cunt. He’s so good, Tim. His tongue is so good on my fuckslit.” ”Put your thighs on his shoulders, baby. Put your thighs on his shoulders and hump your cunt in his face. Fuck your son’s mouth with your twat, baby. Feed him your fuck juices.” Jennifer didn’t have to be told twice. She put her legs over his shoulders and locked them around his upper back. Then she started humping her son’s face, forcing her own drooling pussy tighter against his face, her slit tighter against his mouth and tongue. Tim from his position enjoyed the view. He saw two beautiful tits, and further away he saw a big brown bush of pubic hair and his son’s face behind it like a sun setting from the horizon. His nose buried in his mother’s triangle of fur. ”Oh... Oh... Fuck,” Jennifer whimpered as she continued fucking Mark’s face with her loins. She humped up at him, lifting her ass from the bed to do so, using her legs on his back as a platform. She rotated her pelvis, rotating her juicy cunt into Mark’s face as he dipped his tongue into her opening. ”Oh yes, baby. Stick it in. Stick your tongue in my hole. Tongue-fuck me baby. Tongue-fuck your mother’s cunt. Fuck my cunt with your fucking tongue. Stick it in all the way.” Driven on by his mother’s increasingly lewd choice of words, Mark f***ed his tongue into her tight, sucking pussy opening. Her cunt muscles sucked and pulled on his tongue as he drove it deeper and deeper into her pussy guts with each thrust. He bobbed his head and mashed his mouth between her cunt lips time and again, until he couldn’t get his tongue inside any further. This way he fucked his mother in the cunt for a while as she continued humping her crotch at his bobbing head. It made for a really hot and somewhat violent pussy eating. As Mark’s tongue drew back he drew back strands of sticky pussy juices with it, which lowered between the two points of his tongue and her cunt like a thread of glue and then broke, before Mark thrust his tongue back into his mother’s snatch again. Within a matter of short time chin and neck were a sticky mess as were Jennifer’s ass cheeks and the mattress underneath. Mark then fused his mouth between her lips as hard and deep as he could and started slurping and sucking into her gash, sucking the fluids right out of her cunt. With muffled suction noises he feasted on the odorous beaver as Jennifer held her ass in the air and her crotched tightly squashed against his face. ”Aaaahhhhhhh,” she squealed in passion as she was being savagely sucked out. ”My clit, baby. Suck my clit. I want to cum in your face. Please, baby. Suck my clit and make me cum in your mouth. Make your mother cum in your fucking mouth.” Mark drew his mouth from her slit, his mouth, cheeks and chin completely wet with his mother’s fragrant juices. He looked into her glassed eyes and started lapping at her pink clit with the tip of his tongue as Jennifer’s lower body convulsed with each touch. ”I will, mom,” Mark said as he looked her in the eye. ”I’ll suck your clit and I’ll keep sucking it until you cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to cum harder than you’ve ever cum, right in my face, right in my mouth.” ”I will. I will. Just do it, baby. Just take my clit in your mouth and suck it.” Mark laid his lips over her little man-in-the-boat and started sucking it. He sucked on the little nub as inside his mouth his tongue kept toying with it. The tip of his tongue lapped at it, while his lips were sucking the clit hood inside his mouth. Then he let it go, before sucking it inside again. Time and time again. Sucking the clit hood inside and letting it wetly slip out again, while his tongue lapped at her clit. Mark slurped and licked and Jennifer’s body was shaking, her ass never touched the mattress again. She used the strength of her legs on her son’s back to keep her ass lifted and her cunt at his mouth and humped as he sucked. ”Ohh shittttttt,” Jennifer growled from the back of her throat with an a****l like voice. ”Suck meeeeeeeee. I’m... I’m gonna cummmmm... Mark... Your mother... I’m gonna cum right in your fucking mouth. I’m gonna cum, baby. *slurp* Aaaahh... Here I cuuuuummmmm.” Jennifer’s body stiffened and her cunt bashed hard into her son’s mouth. He knew why. So he sucked her clit into his mouth and kept it there as he licked away at it inside his mouth. He felt his chin getting wetter and realized his mother was cumming, her juices f***efully running out of her gash and coating everything along the way. His chin got washed as did the crack of her ass, and her juices were streaming down her tightly squeezed butt cheeks, until they were dripping down to the mattress. Jennifer made a lot of noise, but nothing was coherent anymore, and she let go of her secretions for a while until finally her ass lowered and stickily rested on the bed again. She had her eyes closed and her arms around her husband’s neck as she panted. Meanwhile Mark licked the wetness of her juices from her gash as her loins spasmed and the slit quivered around his tongue. He licked her juices from the cheeks of her ass and after he was done, he got on top of Jennifer and after she had opened her eyes and found herself staring into the eyes of her son, they kissed. They shared a passionate lip-locked tongue kiss to taste each other’s mouths, breathing into it and connected again in that place where a mother was not supposed to ever find her own son. And they knew they were far from done for the night…