Forcing Mom to Fuck
(F/m+, teen, inc, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

June glanced at her son as she wheeled the heavy car along the stretch of highway. It was after noon and they'd had lunch about fifteen miles back. There were still over a hundred miles to go. She had picked him up where he had been staying with her ex-husband three hours ago. As usual, there had been an argument between her and her ex. This time, thank God, it had been mild.

On each side of the highway, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but desert, sand, sage brush, yucca and Joshua trees. It was desolate country, hot and dry. But it suited June. No one bothered her. She lived alone in a fifty-year-old house with her son, Trent, when he wasn't staying with his father. He stayed with his father two weeks each year, and usually there was an argument between June and her son when it was time for him to go. Trent didn't want to visit with his father, he wanted to stay home with her. June was not the one forcing him to go, it was the courts and her ex-husband.

Make me do it, please! Force me! Tell me to do what you would like! The words tumbled through her mind, almost incoherent in her need. There were other ways to do it, certainly, lots of easier ways. But June needed to be told, forced, made to do things like a small child. June had seldom enjoyed sex, fucking, except for when she was made to do it, forced into it. If she was forced into fucking, she went wild with desire, a burning, consuming passion that could create almost the ultimate in erotic pleasure for her and her partner.

But force was the key. Force was the way to get into her panties. June would not give in willingly to anyone. If she did, it was no good for her. She would not feel anything, not enjoy it, and never came. She had to feel she was forced into it, forced to fuck, forced to be a cocksucker, forced into erotic ecstasy. When she was forced, it was good. When she was forced, it was wonderful. When she was forced, it was fantastic. Then, and only then, could she cum. And when June came, she came in spinning, bursting screams of ecstasy. When June was forced, she would do anything her partner wanted of her. Perversion? Not when she was forced. When she was forced, where was no such thing as perversion. Deviant? When June was forced, she had never heard of the word.

June would fuck anything and everything... when she was forced. If someone forced her, she would become a veritable dynamo of sexual perversions, loving every fucking second of it. When forced, June would take on a football team, gang-bang them all when they thought they were gang-banging her. June would fuck anytime, anyplace, in any way and position... if she was forced. She had accepted this quirk of her personality long ago, accepted it and enjoyed it. The fact it caused her marriage to break up really had had nothing to do with her. Her husband had failed to see her particular needs and wanted out, calling her crazy, a nut, a mental basket case. And June was in love with her son.

Not the way a mother should love her son, but the way a woman loved a man. She had known this for some time, and after getting over her initial shock, realizing there wasn't much she could do about her feelings, she accepted this, too. Trent was young, so very young. She was eighteen years older than him. If she were forty, the age difference wouldn't be so bad. But she wasn't forty. There had been times when she thought Trent knew, that he understood her true feelings for him. Sometimes it seemed their minds worked on the same wavelength. It seemed as if he knew her particular quirk. In any event, he had, in the past year, become more demanding of her, almost dominating. He seldom asked her anything now, but told her. June did not care to be dominated in that way, but she had gone along with Trent, waiting, watching for signs. She didn't want domination unless it was sexual.

This time, on the long trip home, Trent had been unusually quiet. She caught him sneaking peeks at her, his eyes almost bold on her body. He had never looked at her like this before, and it made her blood boil, caused her rounded, firm tits to tingle, her sensitive nipples to burn against the cotton blouse. His bold, sensual eyes on her body caused a bubbling wetness between her thighs.

Her cunt was fiery now, twitching as she drove. She was wet between her thighs, her cunt seeping so much, soaking the crotch of her bikini panties.

Force me to do it, Trent! Her mind screamed at her son. Come on, darling... make me do it! Tell mother what you want... what would turn you on! Tell mother what excites you, Trent. Mother will do it, whatever you want mother to do. Tell me, baby, tell mother what would make your beautiful, sweet cock get hard and drippy.

So hard was she concentrating on her mental messages to her son, she failed to hear him at first.

"... them out," was all she heard.

"I'm sorry, darling," she glanced at him. "I didn't hear what you said."

His eyes were hot and he was looking hungrily at her tits. June's cunt throbbed and she moved her shoulders back a bit, throwing her shapely tits out farther against her thin blouse. His eyes... could she believe it?

Trent didn't repeat what he said for a while. But he kept his hot, greedy gaze on her tits. June hoped desperately he was understanding her frantic thoughts.

"Take them out," he said.

"Take what out, baby?" she asked, her voice barely controlled. She writhed her ass on the seat, hope gleaming in her dark, smoldering eyes. "What do you want me to take out, honey?"

"Take your tits out, Mother."

"What?"

The car lurched to the side but she corrected it quickly. Her face was flushed with excitement, her cunt almost on the brink of an orgasm. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the wheel.

"I'd like to..." Trent paused.

June saw he was unsure, his confusion obvious in his eyes. Something had happened at his father's home, something had been said. But now Trent seemed confused.

"Tell me that again, Trent," June said in a soft voice, trying to let him know she understood, trying to help him. "Please, darling, say that again."

"Mother, dad told me... he said you..."

"I know what he told you, Trent," she replied softly, breaking in when he seemed to have trouble finding the words. "And I know why you told me to take my... my tits, out."

"He said you'd do..."

For a moment June was silent, trying to took at her son and still watch where she was driving. Finally she said, "He's right, Trent. What your father told you is the truth. I don't know why he would tell you that, but he didn't lie."

A spark of interest came into his eyes, and June gave her son a brilliant smile, a tantalizing smile, a smile that told him to tell her what he wanted, to force her into anything he wanted, anything that would excite him, anything that would make his precious cock deliciously hard, throb, drip.

In a soft, but hot voice, she said, "Tell me that again, Trent."

"I want you to take your... take your tits out, Mother."

She saw his face redden.

"Oh, Trent!" she said quickly. "Don't be ashamed, don't be bashful. You want me to take my tits out, I'll take my tits out."

"You will! You really will, Mother!" Now her son was very excited, she saw. Her cunt went through a mild orgasm as she pulled her hand from the wheel, toying with the top button of her blouse.

"If you tell me, I will," she whispered huskily.

"Oh, wow!" Trent groaned, his eyes burning almost through her blouse now. "Oh, Mother! Hey, yeah! Dad was right, wasn't he?"

"Yes," she said in a low, sultry sound. "Your dad was right, darling."

"Take your tits out, Mother!"

She opened the top button, pausing.

"Take them out! Come on, Mother... take your tits out and let me see them!"

Her fingers shook with excitement as she went down the row of buttons, opening each in turn. It seemed to her that those firm tits were tighter, more swollen, her nipples ready to burst. Her blouse was open now, open all the way to her skirt where it tucked into the waist. She was not wearing a bra.

The car was moving a bare twenty-five miles an hour now. But that didn't matter. There was not another car in sight on the desert highway.

"Take your tits out," Trent said again, his eyes on the expanse of creamy flesh between those shapely mounds.

June glanced at him, her eyes lowering to his crotch slowly and hotly, letting her son know she was excited, as excited as he was. She pulled her open blouse to one side and a beautiful, creamy, shapely tit came into view. Her nipple, light-brown, stood tilted in hardness. June's cunt almost exploded with pleasure and she wiggled her ass into the seat of the car again. She shoved the other side of her blouse away and both succulent tits were revealed to her son's blazing, hungry eyes. She saw the bulge in his pants, a wanton smile going over her face as she licked her lips.

"Like this?" she whispered throatily.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah, Mother!"

She drove that way for a while, her tits free, her son staring at them. She saw him tremble with desire.

"Would you take... Mother, would you take your blouse off for me?"

That wasn't what she wanted. June did not want to be asked when it came sex, she wanted to be told! But right now, she knew her son needed some help. She would help him until he became used to telling her what he wanted in sex, forcing her to his desires, and her own.

Driving with one hand, she shoved her blouse from her shoulders. The heat of the sun burned onto her flesh despite the air conditioning in the car. The blouse settled at her waist, her tits arching out in beautiful, springy mounds of creamy flesh, the light-brown nipples tilted upward, soft in hardness. Naked to the waist, she smiled at her son, a smile of abandonment, of wanton desire, her eyes smoldering with the juicy heat that boiled in her cunt.

"Better?" she whispered huskily.

"Oh, Mother! They're nice... beautiful!"

She knew, without being told, that the only naked tits Trent had ever seen were in magazines. His eyes were melting with heat, and the bulge in his pants was very pronounced. She could see the outlines of his cock, even the swollen head. Her hand itched to take it, to feel it, to squeeze that sweet, precious hardness. From where she sat behind the wheel, seeing that thick outline, Trent's cock was priceless to her.

June's cunt had gone through a couple of orgasms by this time, just from having her son stare at her shapely tits. She could not resist wiggling her ass against the seat in an obvious manner. She dropped her hand to her thigh, watching the shimmering highway with erotically fogged eyes. Heat waves came from the road, heat that seemed to reach out and flick between her thighs, burn her inflamed clit and fan the smoldering sparks of her cunt, making it fiery hot. Running her palm up and down her thigh, she was conscious of pulling the hem of her skirt up, exposing her knees and a few inches of smooth, sugary thigh flesh. She urged her son with her mind to tell her more, to tell her to pull her skirt higher, to her waist, to show her cunt to him. She wanted her son to pull that sweet hardon from his pants, to let it stand up in throbbing beauty for her hungry gaze. Trent scooted over the seat, his eyes never leaving his mother's naked tits. She felt his thigh press against hers, and she turned her head with an encouraging smile on her full, moist lips.

Trent slipped his arm over his mother's shoulders and she felt him trembling with nervous anticipation. He draped his arm over her shoulder, his fingertips resting an inch above her throbbing nipple. His other hand moved, burning at her naked stomach, sliding up... up ... and when his hand cupped her tit, June gasped. A low moan escaped her constricted throat when her son pressed his hand into her spongy tit, her nipples searing his palm. When Trent dug his fingers into her tit, she moaned again, louder this time. Trent was gurgling, breathing hotly, as he began to feel her tit, testing the softness of it, hefting the weight. When he took her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, twisting it lightly and pulling at it, June squealed as an orgasm rushed through her distended clit and fiery cunt.

"Did I hurt you, Mother?" Trent asked, starting to take his hand off her tit.

June quickly placed her own hand over his, pressing his hand tight onto it, trying to flatten it. "God, no, baby! I came! That's all... Mother came."

"You did?"

She nodded, smiling at him.

"You came off, Mother?"

"Very nicely, too," she said in a low voice.

"Just because I touched you... touched your tit, your nipple?"

She nodded again, wiggling her ass against the seat.

"I want to... Mother, I'd like to see..."

June dropped her hand on his thigh, squeezing it. The car drifted, slowing more. "Trent, what your father told you... that's the way it has to be, darling. I can't... I just can't do it... do anything, unless it's the way your father told you."

He didn't say anything.

"That's just the way I am, baby," she went on, digging her fingers into his thigh. "It's no good for me, unless I'm... it wouldn't be any good for you, either."

"Dad said..."

"Tell me what he said," she urged, her fingers sinking into the flesh of his thigh. "Tell me!"

"He said... Dad said you had to be forced, Mother. He said you were like ice unless you were made to do it. He said, when you're made to do it, when you're touched then, you can't stop... can't stop yourself or anyone else touching you."

June licked her lips. "He's right. Oh, God... he's right, Trent!"

"You want me to..." Trent couldn't say it.

"Yes, baby," she told him. "I want you to tell me, to make me do what you'd like." The words tumbled from her, telling him how she was, and before she could stop herself, she was confessing her unusual love for him.

"So you understand, darling," she concluded. "You have to tell me what to do, how to do it, when to do it... then I'll be very cooperative with you!"


"If I told you, Mother, that I wanted to... you know, wanted to do it... you'd let me if I told you?"

June's hand moved on her son's thigh, sliding up to where the head of his cock was outlined. She pulled her eyes from the road and nodded to him, her smile radiant, her eyes glowing with her inner heat.

"Anything," she said in a throaty voice. "Anything you want me to do... if you just tell me, make me, do it."

"But what if you refuse, Mother, turn me down?"

"Try me," she murmured, licking her lips.

Trent still looked as if he didn't believe this.

"You won't know until you try me, darling," she said in a soft voice. Her fingernails were very close to the head of his cock now. She thought she could feel the heat of it. "I promise I will not refuse, no matter what you want me to do... with you, with myself, with both of us, with..." she let the rest trail away.

His body was shaking close to hers, his hand cupping her naked tit tightly, his eyes down on the few inches of creamy thigh flesh.

"Anything, baby," she moaned. "Even with your... friends, your best of friends... anyone, anything, anytime... if you make me do it."

"Stop the car!" he said, his voice suddenly firm and in control. "Stop the car now, Mother!"

June pulled to the side of the highway, stopping on the shoulder. She waited for him to continue.

"Pull up your skirt, Mother."

Eagerly June lifted her skirt, but kept her hand on his thigh, using her left hand.

"All the way!" Trent said. "Pull your skirt all the way up... past your hips."

She lifted her ass and raised her skirt to her waist.

Her son gazed at her long, slender thighs, the flimsy lace of her bikini panties. His breath was coming in short, hot gasps.

"I have to tell you, Mother?"

"Yes, darling. If you don't tell me, I won't do it."

"If I tell you, anything, you'd do it, Mother?"

Her dark eyes blazed as she looked at him. "Just tell me and see, baby! Ohhhh, honey, tell me what you want!"

"Take my cock out, Mother!"

"Oh, yes!"

She eagerly fumbled with the zipper of his fly, slipping it down quickly. She snaked her hand into his pants, found his throbbing hot cock and lifted it out. She saw the thick length of it, her eyes rolling with bubbling desire.

"Take it in your hand, Mother," Trent groaned.

He was still feeling his way through this, she knew. Her son was still unsure of this power he had over her sexual nature, but she would help him, help him to understand she wanted his power over her this way.

She wrapped her fingers about her son's cock, holding it tightly, unmoving.

"Mother, you have to move your hand," Trent croaked thickly. "You've got to pump up and down on my cock!" Her hot fist moved, stroking up and down the full length of his cock, feeling it throb so sweetly, amazed by the hardness of it. Her cunt was about to convulse with orgasm again.

She shivered when one hand left her naked tit and came down on her thigh. Her eyes followed her son's hand as he felt up and down, sliding his palm from her knee to almost the crotch of her panties. She squeezed his cock as she jacked up and down, her pulse racing wildly.

"Open your legs, Mother," he gasped, his hand working between them.

"Oh, yes, darling," she whimpered, spreading her knees as far as she could in the confines of the car. "Yes, yes! Anything! Just make me do it, Trent!"

"I'm going to play with your... your cunt, Mother!"

June's hips jerked eagerly. "Do it! Oh, God... do it, baby!"

She felt his hand cup the crotch of her panties, pressing against the swollen lips of her cunt, the inflamed heat of her knotted clit. Her eyes rolled with ecstasy and she melted completely to his desires. Her fist jerked up and down on his beautiful, hard cock, her ass scooting forward on the seat until her knees were against the dashboard. She twisted her ass as he began to make tight, hot circles with his palm against her boiling cunt. She was gasping hotly now, as though she couldn't breathe.

"Ooooooo... ohhhh, baby!"

"Hold your panties away, Mother!" he demanded now. "Hold your panties away so I can feel your cunt!"

June quickly grabbed the crotch of her lacy panties when he moved his hand. She pulled so fast and hard, the tearing sound was loud in the car.

"There, darling!" she gasped. "I've done what you said! I pulled my panties away for you. Just tell me and I'll do it!"

Trent was telling her now. June's inner heat became like steam as he finally knew he could do anything he wanted with her. He became bolder now with that knowledge.

"Tell me where to touch you, Mother! Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you!"

"Touch my... oh, touch mother's pussy! Ohhhh, touch mother's cunt!"

His hand burned on her pussy, and as a finger slipped into the steamy slit, June came. The orgasms whipped through her body like an erupting volcano. She shook, gritting her teeth, almost squeezing his cock off. When her son began to thrust his finger in and out of her burning cunt, June was gone, lost in the passion of her desire. As he lowered his face to her tit, she cried out in passion, her fist pumping frantically now. As her son sucked at her fiery nipple, his finger plunging quickly into her spasming cunt, June thought she would faint from the intense pleasure he gave her. A sudden flood of hot, slippery cum boiled out of his cock, flying into the air and falling back onto her jacking fist. June cried out again, a combination of delight and disappointment.

"Oh, no!" she cried, gripping his cock as tight as she could, her eyes glazed as she stared at the white cum spurting from the piss hole. "Oh, no! Please, not yet!"

But it was happening and there was nothing either could do about it. The creamy cum bubbled out of his cock and flowed about her hand and fingers, coating them. The head was almost bright pink from the tightness of her fingers. Trent, at the moment of his discharge, had stopped sucking at her tit, but his hand was still pressing at her hairy cunt.

Her eyes were still glassy when he finished. She watched a final bubble of cum bead the slit of his piss hole.

"I... I didn't want that to happen, Mother," Trent gasped, ashamed.

"Don't worry, baby," she soothed. "There'll be other times. Plenty of times... don't worry, darling."

She caressed him, flexing her fingers on his cock, squeezing and relaxing. The cum felt good on her hand, his cock delicious. Her cunt, despite the series of orgasms that had burned through her, was still pulsating in need. She squirmed her ass on the seat, feeling the hot sun on her flesh through the windshield. Her skirt was at her waist, the torn panties nothing but shreds of lacy fabric. The fuzzy patch of her cunt hair glinted with coppery high lights as the sun stroked it.

With a shudder, Trent sat upright, still close to her. June looked into his lap, watching the head of his cock as she squeezed it. Her naked thigh was against his covered one, but the heat generated between them seared her flesh. Spots of cum were on his pants, but most of it was on her hand. Lifting her eyes, she saw her son was staring at her thighs and the curls of her pussy. She stroked his cock gently, pushing down hard to make it stand up, then pulling upwards, stretching it. She wanted to stretch out, to spread her long thighs and expose her cunt to his hot eyes. But June had never done anything unless she was told. That is, nothing that truly excited her. Exposing herself, fucking, sucking, she enjoyed it all. But the enjoyment was only good when she was forced to do it. Then it was great, fantastic, and it would make her body glow with a hot-pink ecstasy. She could, when told to show her pussy off, come with amazing force and ecstasy, even before she was touched.

"Honey," she murmured softly, her lips close to his ear, delighted that he was gazing so keenly at her revealed cunt. "You'll get hard again, soon. Mother knows your cock will be very hard again soon."

She felt her young son's body shudder against her, and she pulled her hand from his cock and wrapped her arm about him, holding him tightly, her chin resting on his shoulder. She lifted her hand behind his head and looked at the glistening cum coating it. As if mesmerized, June brought her hand to her face and began to lick the cum from it. She made soft, wet lapping sounds, tasting the cum that had come from her son's sweet, young balls. The viscous cum was like some impossibly sweet nectar to June. It tasted so exotic, so amazing, she would never get enough of it. June knew she was cum-crazy, as they say. She had heard of some women who got off on just the taste of cum. June also loved the searing heat of a beautiful, throbbing hard cock between her sensitive lips and deep in her hungry, wet mouth. Yet, June had tried sucking a cock off on her own accord. As enjoyable as it had been, she found her ecstasy was increased a thousand-fold when she was forced to suck a cock, being told to suck it, called vile, but oh so delicious names as she struggled to make the cock squirt. She would do anything when told and forced. June would do it no matter what it was, and sob with senseless ecstasy all the time, her cunt exploding and exploding. She moved her hand down her son's shaking body and grasped his cock again. She was delightfully surprised to find her son's cock rigid, as hard as it had been a few minutes earlier! Closing her fingers about her son's prick, she knew he still needed assistance from her. Trent, despite what they had just shared, was still uncertain as to what his mother had to have to enjoy sex. She would give him all the help he needed and make him understand what she wanted, had to have. Then, once he knew for sure, it would be glorious. She used her other hand to hold his face up, gazing into his eyes. "Honey, I need you," she whispered. "Mother needs you very much. You've got to understand me, darling. If you don't understand me, what I have to have, none of this will be any good for me. You, though, will have the time of your life, be the envy of every boy your age. I'll enjoy it, too. Mother can be very good at this, very good. I promise you won't ever be disappointed with me. But, Trent, in return you've got to help me."

"I will, Mother," he promised. "Anything you want."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded his head.

"I don't know what all your father told you about me," she said softly, still holding his hard cock, "but I'm sure he didn't lie to you. He couldn't take me that way. I hope you can, and will."

When he nodded again, June told her son everything about herself. She told him she had to have those vile names shouted at her, be forced to do his will, to do the things he wanted of her. She told him that that was the only way it was any good for her, the only way she could really enjoy fucking and sucking.

"If you force me," she said, "there's nothing I wouldn't do, darling. And I'll love every second of it. It won't matter what you make me do, where you make me do it. If you are willing to force, I'll be the fuckingest, suckingest, hottest cunt you or anyone else could ever dream of!"

"I think I understand, Mother," he said.

They were parked on the side of the desert highway, the sun still burning into the air-conditioned car. June sat with her skirt about her waist, her torn panties useless, her blouse open and her perky, shapely tits exposed, the nipples up in erotic offering.

"Then tell me," she whispered. "Tell me what you want from me, darling."

Trent cupped one of his mother's tits, caressing it gently. His hand did not quite cover it. She squeezed his cock hard, making her son groan with pleasure. She kept looking into his eyes, searching.

Trent sucked in a deep breath. "Mother, this is so new, so different to me. You're my mother and I love you so very much."

"And I love you, baby," she murmured. "We'll love each other even stronger if you... if we..."

A glow flared in Trent's eyes. "Suck it," he whispered.

"What, baby?"

His voice became firmer. "I said to suck my cock, Mother. I want you to suck my cock!"

"Where in the world did you..."

"Goddamn it!" Trent said, taking his mother's head with both hands and shoving her face downward. "I said for you to suck my goddamn cock, Mother!"

"Ooooo," June whispered, her cunt burning as her son pressed her face close to his upstanding prick.

Trent shoved at the back of his mother's head until her lips brushed the rounded, smooth head of his prick. The contact sent an electrifying jolt through her, starting at her lips and sparking down to her pussy. An orgasm shot through her pussy when her lips pressed at the wet piss hole.

"Suck me!" Trent urged.

"Mmmmmm," June whined, opening her lips.

As her lips closed about the smooth, sweet head of her son's cock, Trent pressed at the back of it, forcing his mother's mouth down until his cock was in deep. She felt the round head probe her throat and still Trent pushed. Her lips stretched wide, burning and tingling with ecstasy as her tongue rolled along the thick, throbbing hardness. She did not protest as the head of his cock slipped into her eager throat, and her lips were pressed at the open fly of his pants. Her cunt was in spasms, her ass twisting as June's mind reeled with hungry pleasure.

"Suck me, suck me!" Trent was demanding. "Suck my cock, Mother! Suck my prick with your wet mouth! Oh, wow... your mouth is so fucking hot on my cock, Mother! Take my hard cock deep in your mouth... real deep!"

June's senses soared with ecstasy with his words, with the pressure of his hands on the back of her head, forcing that sweet, precious, hard cock as deep as he could into her hungry mouth. When Trent held her head there and began fucking up and down, driving his cock in and out of her greedily sucking mouth. June's cunt went into a series of orgasms that sent shivers about her creamy flesh.

"Cocksucker!" Trent shouted at her, banging away into her mouth. "Fucking cocksucker! Mother, you're a fucking cocksucker and you're sucking my cock and you love it! You're a fucking cocksucker... cocksucker... cocksucker!"

It seemed with each "cocksucker," June's cunt spasmed harder. She was moaning in ecstasy around his driving cock, her tongue licking swiftly, her lips sucking powerfully. He drove his cock in and out of her mouth almost brutally, his pants scraping her stretched lips. Her left hand rested on his thigh, her fingers digging into it. Her right hand was behind his back, down on his humping ass. Trent was holding her head up so he could pump his cock up and down, fucking her in her hot, wet, so greedy mouth.

June could feel her son's cock throbbing hotly inside her mouth, feel it fucking her lips and tongue and entering her burning throat. The words he used, what he called her, sent the shivering thrills racing about her almost naked body, her cunt exploding as she writhed and twisted her ass, squeezing her thighs tightly together.

"Cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker!" Trent was groaning. "Cocksucking mother! I'm gonna fuck your cocksucking mouth with my hard cock... I'm gonna cum in your fucking, hot, wet, cocksucking mouth, Mother! Eat my fucking prick, you cunt! Yes, you're a cunt! You're a cocksucking cunt... a fucking, cocksucking, hot-assed, hairy cunt, Mother! And you're gonna suck my cum right out of my fucking balls and swallow it! Suck it, cunt bitch! Bitch cunt... cocksucking cunt!"

June was almost out of her mind with ecstasy listening to her son. She was groaning around his stabbing prick as the orgasms of her cunt became so intense, she wasn't sure she would be able to take much more of this mind-reeling pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum, you cocksucking cunt!" Trent yelled loudly, fucking his mother's hot mouth faster and deeper. "I'm gonna shoot off in your fucking mouth, Mother!"

June squealed happily around his swollen cock.

Trent rammed his prick deep, and she felt the pulsating spurts of his cum. The hot, thick fluid flowed into her throat and June's eyes rolled back in her head, her pussy almost blowing apart with a final orgasm.

"Suck it up, bitch!" Trent shouted at her as he came. "Eat my cum, cocksucker! Take my cum in your fucking hot mouth, cunt bitch!"

June clung to her son's cock when he finished cumming, her tongue twisting slowly about it, enjoying the smoothness of the taut flesh. She writhed her lips against it as Trent slumped his ass back to the seat, gasping and struggling for breath. She held his cock in her mouth a while longer, then sat up, looking at his happy young face. Her lips felt puffy from the violence of his mouth-fuck, but they tingled so nicely, too. She ran her tongue over her lips, then leaned to her son's face, kissing his mouth tenderly. She patted his cock, then sucked it into his pants and tried to button the fly.

"Oh, the hell with it," she giggled when she couldn't get him buttoned up. "We'll just leave this pretty cock out, that's what we'll do."

She had not turned the engine off when she pulled onto the shoulder, but had set the parking brake and taken the car out of gear. Now, she put it in gear and pulled back onto the highway, driving even more slowly than before. They still had many miles to go before they arrived home, but she wasn't in a hurry now.


She drove with her skirt at her waist and her torn panties still hanging about her waist in shreds. Her tits were still naked, the nipples remaining uptilted. Her son's cock dangled from the open fly of his pants.

"You really did mean it, didn't you, Mother?"

"Mean what, darling?" she asked, glancing at his sweet cock.

"About being told, forced, and being called those names," he said.

"I told you, didn't I?" she laughed, a low, lewd sound. "I didn't lie to you, baby."

"When I called you that name, cocksucker, and cunt bitch, I thought you were gonna suck my fucking teeth right out through my prick."

"Your mother is a very good cocksucker, honey," she laughed again, throatily. "You probably will never find a cocksucker as good as your mother."

Trent laughed a bit nervously. "We never used to say those words, Mother, not to each other."

"But we can do anything we want now, say anything we want," she assured him. "Now that you know what I need, what kind of woman I am, we are going to really have a ball."

"You sure enjoy being forced," he said.

"Mmmmmm, I love it!"

"Don't they call that domination, Mother?"

"They can call it anything they want, I just know what I like. When it comes to sex, a hard cock and your mother's wet cunt, anything goes."

Ahead, in the wavering haze of heat they saw a small, almost run-down cafe with a single gas pump. June glanced at the fuel register and saw they didn't need gas. She was going to drive past, but Trent stopped her.

"Let's get something cold to drink, Mother."

She slowed the car, pulling into the crunching gravel at the corner of the weather-beaten building. After turning off the engine, she buttoned her blouse, then looked at her torn panties.

"Leave them that way," Trent said, buttoning his pants after shoving his cock into the fly. "No one will know but us."

She hesitated, looking at her young son.

"Leave them on," he said in a firm voice, trying out his knowledge of her. "I kinda like the idea."

She grinned at him. "You're learning fast, aren't you?"

They stepped out into the heat and entered the tiny cafe. A lone man was sitting behind the counter, reading a paper. He looked up as they sat on stools at the counter.

"Something very cold, please," June said, feeling her son's thigh against hers.

The man set soft drinks before them, the bottles frosted and very cold. He mumbled about not making any money this way and went back to his paper.

Sipping from the bottles, June felt her son's hand resting on her thigh. When he inched her skirt up, she flashed her hot eyes at him, smiling. It was exciting to sit here with that man at the other end of the counter, her son feeling her thigh. She opened her legs for him as he pulled her skirt high. Trent ran his hands between his mother's thighs, feeling the creamy softness near her hairy pussy. When he ran his fingers through the soft hair of her cunt and down toward her clit, she was not at all surprised to feel a mild orgasm bubble through her cunt.

As they drank, her son felt her up, and June didn't care if the man saw or knew. It was more exciting to be felt up this way when this strange man was so close and could maybe see what was going on if he tried. Dropping her hand to his lap she found her son's cock was hard and throbbing sweetly. She rubbed it while he felt her up as they finished the cold drinks.

Trent leaned close to her ear. "Flash something at that guy, Mother."

She looked her son in the eye boldly, a smile playing around her lips. "You want me to show him something, honey?"

"It would make his day," Trent whispered back.

"What do you want me to show?"

Trent thought a moment, then grinned. She felt his hand pulling at her skirt in back then he was tucking it into the waist of her shredded panties. June giggled softly.

"You ass," she whispered to him. "You've got a nasty mind, like me."

Trent laughed and June gave his cock a squeeze. Finished with the drinks, she placed money on the counter and they stood up. "Shake your ass, Mother," Trent whispered.

June walked ahead of her son, her skirt tucked into the waist of her torn panties. She heard the man's gasp of surprise, and shook her ass lewdly as she went out the door.

When they got into the car, they both were laughing hilariously, and she had trouble starting the car. They saw the man looking at them, his mouth still open. June gave him a cheerful wave as they drove off.

"What did he see?" she asked once she stopped laughing.

"He saw your legs and torn panties, Mother," Trent said. "He could see one cheek of your ass too, and I saw it, too! I didn't try to hide my hardon. He saw it."

June and her son had enjoyed it very much, and she knew the lewd display reinforced Trent's ability to make her do what he wanted. It was a confirmation that he could make her do things, delicious lewd things. It also made him see that she had been truthful that she enjoyed being forced into such wicked, lewd actions.

Trent released his cock as his mother drove and told her to take her tits out again.

He sat close to her, fondling and playing with her tits, neither of them speaking, but enjoying this newfound pleasure with each other. She stroked his cock occasionally, and when she saw a huge truck approaching, she started to cover her tits, but Trent told her to keep naked.

The truck went past with a blast of its horn and they laughed about that, too.

"You've probably made two guys cum in their fucking pants today, Mother."

"And you twice," she giggled, taking his cock in her fist again, jacking him slowly and with a great deal of pleasure. "Once in my hand and once in my mouth."

"And if you keep jacking on my cock," he said, "I'm gonna cum again on your hand."

"Oh, baby," she gurgled, squeezing his prick. "I love it when you cum!" She held his cock tight and jacked up and down it quickly.

"Let's stop again, Mother," Trent said in a thick voice. "I just gotta put this someplace."

June let the car drift to the side of the highway, then saw a small off-road trail leading into the desert. She wheeled along it until they were perhaps a hundred yards from the highway, still visible, but not too easily seen.

They got out of the car, feeling the hot sun beating down on them. June's tits were still exposed, as was her ass since her skirt was still tucked into her panties. Trent's cock thrust out beautifully from his gaping fly.

She shivered when he unbelted his pants and let them fall to his ankles. She stared in excitement at her son's cock, watching it seep at the piss hole. His balls looked so mouth-wateringly full, she licked her lips with anticipation.

"You want this cock, Mother?" Trent said, gripping it with a tight fist and stroking back and forth. "You want my hard cock, Mother?"

"Oh, yes!" she squealed.

"You gotta take your skirt off," he said.

"I will, baby! Mother will take it off. Mother will do anything you say."

She stepped out of her skirt, not caring that it fell to the hot sand. She stood with her blouse open, tits naked, nipples lifting to the sun. Her torn panties dangled at her hips. Trent gazed at his mother's body, seeing those creamy, long thighs and the tantalizing shadow of her cunt hair past the shredded crotch of her panties.

"Take your panties off," he growled hotly.

June stripped her panties away, standing Lip in proud loveliness. Trent stared with hot eyes at the triangle of her cunt hair, seeing the coppery glints the sun made in the long strands.

"Show it to me, Mother," Trent grunted, squeezing at his cock. "Show me your cunt! I wanna see your hot cunt, Mother!"

"Yes, baby, yes!"

June shoved her hands down, both going between her legs. She spread her feet on the sand and arched her pelvis forward, pulling the hair and the wet lips of her cunt far apart, her clit tingling wetly and protruding outward. She shivered with pleasure as she watched him stroking his cock, hoping he wasn't going to just stand there and look at her naked tits and cunt and beat his cock until he came. She would do it if he demanded, she knew. June would do whatever her son asked of her as she had told him. She would enjoy it, but she wanted to be touched and stroked along with it, but she wasn't going to ask for that, she did just as her son wanted. If his desire was to look at her naked body and jack off, she would do it. But it wouldn't be as much fun for her.

Maybe Trent understood what she was thinking. He moved to her and took her hand, then pulled her toward the car. He had her sit in her seat with her feet out.

"Open your legs, Mother," he said.

She spread her knees.

Trent moved between her thighs, and June thought he was going to tell her to suck his cock off again, something she was more than eager to do. Instead he shoved his cock to one tit.

She looked down and watched him rub the head of his cock about her nipple, smearing it with the seeping juices. It made her tit and nipple tingle so good! He slipped his cock to her other tit, doing the same there.

"Close your tits around my cock, Mother!"

June pressed her tits about his prick as he shoved it between them. She watched his cock as he began to work it about the heat of her tits, seeing the head come up between them and touch at her chin.

"I'm gonna fuck your tits, Mother!" Trent grunted. "I'm gonna fuck your hot tits with my cock!"

June found his hard cock sliding between her tits good. She loved the hardness of it, the hot throbbing and the way his piss hole brushed her chin. She tucked her chin down and let the head of his cock brush her lips, then she shoved her tongue out to lick the piss hole as he moved his cock up and down. She pressed her tits hard about his prick, enjoying the way his full balls rubbed beneath them.

"Are you going to come this way, Trent?" she asked, looking up at his young, excited face, her eyes smoldering with passion. "Are you going to fuck mother's tits and cum all over them?"

"I'll cum where I want, Mother," he panted. "If I wanna cum on your fucking tits, I will. If I wanna cum in your cocksucking face, I will! I'll cum where I wanna cum! I'll fuck your hairy cunt if I wanna fuck it!"

"Yes!" June whimpered, squeezing her tits tighter about his cock. "Oh, yes! You will, darling! Do anything you want with me, with my tits, my cunt, my face... my whole body! Just make me do it, Trent!"

He pulled his cock away, but rubbed the head about his mother's nipples again. Then he lifted the wet, seeping head. "Kiss it, Mother! Give my cock a kiss... right there where it's nice and wet!"

"Ooooooh, yes!"

June pressed her lips against her son's piss hole, kissing it eagerly. The taste of his dripping juices inflamed her mind and her cunt began to convulse once more. She kissed his cock again and again, running her lips about the smooth head, the tip of her tongue just barely touching it. She shoved the tip of her tongue against his piss hole, as if trying to enter it.

"That's enough kissing, Mother," he said, stepping back a ways. "I wanna see your cunt."

June's eyes were hazy with lewd desire as she spread her legs as far as she could.

"Lean back and pull your knees up, Mother."

June leaned back on the seat, drawing her knees to her tits, wrapping her arms around them. The position lifted her naked ass and she watched her son through her legs.

Trent gazed at his mother's cunt, the lips pooching outward, lined by silky dark hair. He saw the spreading of her rounded asscheeks, the tight star-shaped pucker of her ass.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Mother!"

"Oh, yes!" June squealed, arching her ass higher yet.

"I'm gonna fuck you," he said again.

"Yes!"

"You're gonna let me fuck you, Mother."

"Yes, yes, Trent!"

June lifted her head so she could look at her son, staring between her knees with almost vacant, but very hot eyes. His cock was rigid, the head so round, so smooth, dripping that delicious juice. Trent came close and the wet head of his prick brushed the cheek of her ass. June moaned when she felt it, her tongue licking her lips as she anticipated the beautiful thrust of his lovely cock into her cunt.

"Tell me to do it, Mother," Trent said, his voice thick and bold now. "Tell me what you want me to do."

The head of his cock brushed about the creamy smoothness of her ass, but he wouldn't bring it to her boiling pussy.

"I'll tell you!" she screamed heatedly at him. "I'll tell you anything you want!"

"Say it, Mother," he pressed.

"Yes, I will!" She twisted her naked ass about, trying to find his cock with her fiery cunt, but he kept it from her. "I want you to fuck me, Trent! I want you to put your beautiful cock in my cunt and fuck me!"

Trent moved his prick to the puffy lips of his mother's pussy. June felt it sear her sensitive flesh. She moaned with eagerness.

"You want it, Mother?"

"I want it!" she screamed.

"Tell me!"

"I want your cock in my cunt!" June babbled, twirling her ass and trying to get his prick into her greedy cunt. "I want your big cock in my cunt, fucking me! Fuck my pussy, darling! Ohhhh, fuck mother's hot, wet cunt!"

The round head of his cock slipped between the hairy lips of her pussy. June sucked in air, her eyes blazing with wanton heat, unseeing. The swollen head of her son's cock spread the puffy, now quite soggy, lips of her cunt as it entered. She hissed again then held her breath as her son shoved more of that wonderful hardness into her steamy pussy.

Trent held his cock half inside his mother's cunt. She wiggled, whimpering to have it filling her all the way. He placed his hands on the backs of her folded-back thighs, gazing down at the way his mother's hair-lined pussy held his throbbing cock.

But then he could wait no longer. He slammed his cock into her cunt, driving it in all the way.

"Ooohhh!" June wailed, feeling her pussy stretch deliciously as her son's cock stuffed it. "Oh, God, God!"

She shook as his balls banged upon the split of her asscheeks, his cock deep as it could possibly go. She pulled at her knees, trying to lift her ass higher, wanting his cock as far as she could take it into her fiery, slippery pussy.

Standing in the sand, leaning in through the open door of the car, his mother spread out wantonly on the seat, arching her naked cunt to him, Trent began to plunge his cock in and out, watching it, seeing the slippery wetness cling to the shaft, her tight, hairy cunt lips closing around him. His balls beat at the crack of her ass, banging against her tightly puckered ass, sending greater ecstasy through her.

"You love it, don't you, Mother?" Trent grunted as he thrust hard into her boiling pussy. "You really love a hard fuck, don't you?"

"Yes, baby, yes!" she screamed up at him, churning her ass about, arching and straining. "I do! Oh, darling I do love to fuck!"

"You love my cock, Mother?"

"Oh, darling... I love your cock!"

"Want more?"

"I want it all!" June yelled, twisting her ass about as she pulled it upwards into his prick. "I want your hard cock... forever! Fucking me... fucking me..."

It had never felt this good, never been this good before. Her cunt was deliciously stretched, so wonderfully filled. The orgasms ripping through her caused her wet cunt to clamp around her son's cock with the wet heat, squeezing and drawing on it. The sobs tearing from her throat were the sounds of a woman experiencing the ultimate of ecstasy. Each throbbing ridge seemed like rippling waves inside her velvety pussy. The length of his cock seemed to reach into places she had never been aware of, deliciously sensitive areas deep in her cunt that had never been probed before.

June was cumming and cumming and her son was still hard and banging her. His sweet balls rained hotly upon her shaking asscheeks, striking the tight pucker of her ass, sending sparks of crackling orgasms rushing about her convulsing cunt. Her mind was reeling with the frantic pleasure she seldom found.

So great was her ecstasy, she was hardly aware when her son slammed deep and hard into her hairy cunt, his body stiffening, holding his cock deep. She was vaguely aware of the increase in his throbbing, but her orgasms were so powerful, she wasn't certain. She heard her son grunt twice, then it seemed as if a dam had fractured, then broke open far inside her greedy pussy. Thick cum boiled from her son's cock and splashed against the satiny walls of her pussy in a drenching rain of lewd ecstasy. The rapid spurts of his cum sent shudders of mind-warping orgasms bursting throughout her almost naked body. June was screaming loudly, although she didn't know it. The hair-rimmed lips of her cunt were gripping her son's spewing cock in flexing waves, as if it were sucking him off with wild delight. Through her orgiastic mist June could feel her son's balls writhing against her ass as the spasms of them sent his cum flying from his piss hole.

Her orgasms ceased when his did, and Trent kept his cock pressed deep into his mother's cunt, gasping harshly as he rested, his hands still on the backs of her thighs. But June lowered her uplifted ass to the seat, and as she did, his cock came free with an audible moist sound. She felt her son's cock drag up the slit of her cunt and brush her nervy clit. She moaned softly as it passed and left a wet, slimy trail along her inner thigh and thick patch of cunt hair.

As Trent pulled his pants up, she noticed he was suddenly unusually quiet. She stepped from the car and smoothed her skirt over her hips, watching him from the corners of her eyes, wondering what was bothering him. She buttoned her blouse and climbed behind the wheel of the car. She sat and waited while her son gazed out into the desert. Then he opened his pants and pulled his cock out again. She watched him piss, but her eyes were on his face, not his cock. He didn't look troubled, she thought. He just looked as if he had a lot to think about. Well, sure he has, June thought. In one afternoon his own mother had jacked him off, sucked his prick until he came in her mouth, and now he had just fucked her. Any boy his age would have had some thinking to do.

The rest of the drive home was very quiet. June did not try to break in on her son's thoughts. If he had to sort all this out in his mind, if he needed any help or explanations from her, he would ask. And until he asked, she would not interfere. The one thing she hoped, desperately, was that he was not ashamed of fucking her. That would destroy her, she felt. If her son hated her or was disgusted by her and turned away now that she had revealed her innermost desires to him, it would destroy her completely. This desire to be forced into sex was something not many people knew about. Once her ex-husband had learned of it, he had been unable to cope and so she was no longer married. June would not have told Trent if his father had not tried to turn him from her. She would have gone on being in love with her own son and suffered in total silence. Was this wild, raging desire to be abused and degraded and forced to perform those deviant sexual things about to turn Trent from her, too? Why did she have to be forced into doing those things? Why couldn't she be like other women, like other mothers? Why couldn't she be turned on in the so-called proper way? What was this driving need to be made to do those things? June knew that if she wasn't forced, wasn't told to do them, sex was no fun for her.

June drove into the long lane leading up to their old, weather-beaten clap-board house. Old, but very well taken care, the home had been in her family for generations. It was now hers, and she had moved into it after her divorce. Trent loved the place. It was out in the open, at the edge of the desert. It was hot, but the heat was dry, easy to take. The ground was fertile and she had plenty of water. Tall, graceful trees surrounded the house, helping to cool it. There was a wide expanse of lawn with a grape arbor. The arbor had been constructed with a sprinkling system throughout, and June loved being inside it on very hot days, the cooling mist keeping her body cool and comfortable.

Behind the house was a small but thriving garden of vegetables. There were also a couple of fruit trees, old but still productive and very beautiful.

She parked at the side of the house beneath an ancient oak. Trent was out of the car before she had time to set the brake, and she watched him disappear into the house before she had closed her car door.

Troubled, she entered behind him. The door led through a huge, farm-sized kitchen and into a living room. At one wall was a stone fireplace huge enough for a man to stand inside of. The furniture was modern and comfortable.

Her room was off the living room, and she went into it and removed her clothing. She stood naked, the door of her bedroom left open with her son in the house for the first time. She lifted her shapely tits in her hands, looking down at them, seeing the shape was as good as any big-titted young girl's. Her waist was still narrow, her stomach still flat. Her hips were rounded, but still like a teenaged girl's hips.

Her legs were long, tantalizingly smooth, and very well tanned. Her ass jutted out in a teasing way, the cheeks rippling tightly when she walked. The dark patch of hair at the base of her stomach was curly and very thick. The lips of her cunt were not fat, but they weren't slim, either. They were puffy, always puffy, swelling with the heat that tormented her. June's cunt was tight, very tight.

She was fortunate, she thought, to have such a tight cunt. It could clamp hard on a slim cock or a thick one, and each prick could excite and thrill her equally. The size of a cock meant nothing to her, she loved all sizes. Her clit was long and extremely sensitive. A touch, even a very light touch, would send her cunt into steamy desire and throw her mind into an eager, lewd willingness to do anything her partner wanted of her, if he told her to do it. But it was important that he tell her, make her, force her. She found her shorts and halter and cupped her tits into the halter and tied it between her shoulder blades. Then she stepped into the shorts, zipping them up in back. The shorts were cut high on her hips, exposing more thigh than most shorts and making her legs look even longer. Sliding her feet into a pair of thongs, she left her room and passed through the living area and into the kitchen. She found a frosted beer in the refrigerator and uncapped it. She leaned against the huge, oak table and sipped it, wondering what was wrong with her son. His shuffling feet made her lift her head. Trent came in wearing his usual faded cutoff jeans. Seeing his mother sipping a beer, he opened one for himself. He had never drunk beer in front of her before, but she knew he had had one or two on very hot days. She looked at him, seeing his handsome face, his hair curling at his neck. He was as tanned as she was, his flesh brown from the sun. When half his beer was gone, he set the bottle on the counter near the sink and faced her, his arms crossed over his broadening chest. He looked at her unflinchingly.

"You really meant it, didn't you, Mother?"

"Mean what, Trent?"

"About being made... you know, forced, to do those things we did on the way home."

"I was truthful with you, honey."

"But why, Mother?" he asked. "Why me?"

"Because... because..." she paused as she kept her gaze steady on his eyes. "Trent, the most important thing about it is that I... I love you."

"I know that, Mother."

"I mean, like a man, not just as if you were my son," she said. "I love you the way a woman would, should, love a man. I love you in every way a woman is supposed to love her man, and I want you for my man."

He looked at her for a long time. Then he said, "But I have to force you and make you do it?"

"That's the only way I enjoy it, Trent."

"The only way?"

She nodded, finishing her beer. Trent reached out and took the bottle from her, setting it next to his unfinished one.

"You'll do anything... as long as I make you do it? Anything at all, no matter what it is?"

"That's right."

"And you'll enjoy it?"

"I'll love it, love every second of it," she admitted again to him.

"You mean rape?"

She shook her head, her hair dancing. "No, that's too violent. No, never use rape on me, baby. Just touch me... here," she cupped her tits. "Or here." She ran a hand between her thighs. "Then I'll do anything for you. All you have to do is tell me to do it, and I'll go wild with desire."

"You mean, if I say 'Mother, kiss my ass,' you will?"

She nodded again, her eyes growing hot. "That's what I mean."

He looked at her for a long time. "All I have to do is say kiss my ass and you get hot?"

"So hot I cum sometimes," she said without shame.

"Did you now?"

"No, but my cunt started tingling."

"Why didn't you cum?"

"Because we're just talking about it," she responded. "If you meant it, if I knew you meant it, I'd be cumming by now, and so wild with the desire to kiss your ass, you couldn't get your cut-offs down fast enough for me."

Trent fell silent, and she perched her rounded ass on the edge of the oak table, swinging a slender foot gently back and forth, watching him... waiting.

"Then, Mother, we could have a hell of a ball, couldn't we?" he said, grinning at her. "I mean, I can have everything I want, can't I? I can make you do anything? You'll do what I tell you to do?"

"And love it, darling," she murmured, her pulse racing again with anticipation.

He had cum three times this afternoon, and she wondered if he had the strength to cum once more. He was young, very young, and boys his age, because it was so new and exciting and erotic, managed to maintain a beautiful hardon for a long time and cum and cum and cum!

"Yes, I'd love to do what you tell me. I'll be your fuck-slave, Trent. I'll be the dream you and every kid your age dreams of... the kind of woman you visualize when you jack off, but can never find. I'll be your whore, your cunt, your cocksucker. I'll be anything you want me to be... but remember, you have to make me do it."

Trent grinned at his mother and she glanced at his cut-offs. His cock was lifting, starting to bulge out again.

"What if you changed your mind, Mother? I mean, what if I told you to do something you didn't want to do?"

"There's nothing I don't want to do... just as long as you make me do it," she replied, her eyes fascinated as she watched his cock lift inside his cut-offs. "I want to do everything you want me to do."

"What about your reputation?" he asked.

"What reputation?" she laughed. "I don't care what anyone thinks of me. I own this place and live here with you. I can do what I want here. No one lives within two miles and we can't even really be seen from the road. I know no one I care about, and there is no one to concern themselves with me and what I do."

She saw that her son was thinking deeply about something, and she shivered with a vague feeling of impending disaster. She knew he had a lot of friends in the small community, his school friends. She had also heard some whispered stories about wild teenaged sex games out in the desert.

"Okay, Mother," he said, grinning at her. "From now on, you'll be my fuck-slave, right? I'll be in control of the fucking department. You can still be in control of everything else. I'll still be your son to everyone, but here at home you're my fuck-slave, right?"

She nodded, her eyes glistening with delight.

"And anything I say goes... about fucking?"

"Yes, baby," she murmured.

"Don't forget, anything."

"Anything."

"You remember you said you'd do it and do it happily, right?"

"Oh, yes!"

She saw him open his cut-offs, his cock thrusting up and out as they dropped. "Since I have my own fuck-slave, Mother, why don't you prove to me you mean it."

"All you have to do is tell me, Trent."

"Kiss my fucking ass!"

A lurch throbbed through June's cunt as she watched her son turn his back to her, throwing his tight, muscular ass in her direction.

"Come on, kiss my fucking ass, Mother!"

June moaned as she went to her knees behind her son's naked ass. She placed her hands on his hips and began to burn eager, wet kisses all over his asscheeks.

"Use your fucking tongue!" Trent groaned. "Lick my ass, Mother!"

June shot her long tongue out quickly and began racing the flat surface of it up and down the cheeks of his ass. Trent wiggled his ass into her face as she ran one hand in front of him, grasping the throbbing hardness of his cock, pumping her tight fist back and forth on it. Her tongue licked almost frantically about his asscheeks, and when Trent wiggled about and her tongue raked along the split, the tip entered the crack and probed his ass. Her pussy was convulsing inside her shorts as she whimpered in delight, her breathing hot as it fanned her son's flesh. The tip of her tongue lapped deep, tasting his tight ass, his balls resting against her chin as he arched backwards. She jerked on his cock in a frenzy as she licked wetly about his ass.

"Jack on my prick, Mother!" Trent was groaning. "Oh, lick my hot ass, Mother! Suck my ass... jack my cock! Ahhh, this is so fucking good, Mother! You're gonna jack my cock off, make me cum, and lick my ass good!"

June gripped her son's hip with one hand, the other flying back and forth on his hard cock. Her tongue ran against his ass, then down to lick his balls, only to race back to his ass once more. The inner cheeks of his ass pressed hotly against her face, her lips now rounded on his ass, her tongue probing as she sucked with furious passion. Her cunt was convulsing in tight waves of hot, liquid orgasms, her tits tight now as they pressed the backs of his thighs.

She felt his prick throbbing in her fist. She didn't want him to cum, to spurt his cum against the cupboard. But if he did she would lick it from the wood hungrily.

June whimpered into her son's ass, her tongue pressing until the tip passed the tight ring.

"Ahhh, do it, Mother!" Trent urged in a tight voice. "Fuck my ass with your cocksucking tongue! That's good, good, Mother! Suck my ass... fuck it with your tongue!"

June stabbed her tongue in and out of her son's ass, trying to thrust it deep. This was new to her, she had never done anything like it before. But it was good, very good. She loved the hot tightness of his ass around her tongue as she fucked it. She loved the way his precious balls were resting on her chin, the way his cock seemed so hard and throbbing in her pumping fist.

Suddenly Trent jerked his ass away from her face, turning toward her. June was on her knees before her son, her eyes fogged with the intensity of her lust. When he turned, her hand was jacking his prick frantically, watching his balls bang back and forth. Trent arched his hips toward his mother's face, the piss hole of his cock bubbling wetly. She lifted her other hand and grabbed his balls tightly, her lips parted as she panted with eagerness. Trent was much too excited to say anything at this moment, but she knew what was going to happen. She would not take his cock into her mouth until he told her to. She was his fuck-slave and she had to wait until he told her what to do.

But Trent didn't tell her to do anything.

He stood on shaking legs, leaning against the counter, looking down into his mother's passion-twisted face as she beat rapidly and delightfully on his hard cock.

"In your fucking face!" Trent shouted.

"Ooooo, yes!"

"I'm gonna cum in your fucking face, Mother!"

"God, yes!"

His cock throbbed in her pounding fist, her lips parted and her eyes glassy with wanton pleasure.

Thick white cum flew from the flare of his piss hole. It splashed below her right eye, searing her hot flesh. June's cunt contracted as an insane orgasm burst within it. She squealed as the second squirt of creamy cum splashed on the tip of her nose. The thick, sweet cum erupted from her son's cock like a spouting geyser. Cum spattered her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and chin. Some of it clung to her eyebrow and one sweet glob had landed between her parted lips.

She beat his prick with a frenzy as he came, taking the full discharge into her beautiful face hungrily, lustfully.

"Lick the head of my cock," Trent whispered in a tight voice after he finished cumming. "Lick the head of my prick, Mother."

June ran her tongue about his cum-wet cock, tasting it, lapping it eagerly. She pressed the tip of her tongue against his piss hole, moving her fist on the shaft. She brought up one last bubble of cum and moaned as she swallowed it.

"Wipe your face, Mother," he said. "Use your hands and wipe your face."

June sat on her heels before her son, smearing his cum about her face.

"Now lick your hands."

With a cry of pleasure, June licked swiftly about her cum, wet palms, cleaning them.

Trent held his mother's wet cheeks with his hands, shoving his cock and balls against her face and twisting them about, mewling with pleasure as his mother kissed them. She caressed the cheeks of his ass while he stood and rubbed his cock and balls all over her face, feeling as if she would never stop cumming.

Later, she bathed in a tub filled with scented oils, wanting to be fresh and clean for her son. She was at his beck and call now, and she wondered if she would ever be happier.

The sun was sinking, and here in the desert, night came swiftly and darkly.

She dried herself, put on a gauzy robe, then went to the living room where her son sat, the remains of a TV dinner on a tray before him. She had not been hungry. Her excitement about this day was too good to lose by eating.

She sat next to him, caressing his thigh and leaning her face against his shoulder.

"I love you, darling," she murmured.

Trent wrapped an arm about her shoulders, cupping one firm tit through the gown. "I think we're gonna have a real ball, Mom."

"I love to ball," she giggled.

"If you're told," he said.

"I love to ball only when I'm told," she emphasized, caressing his naked thigh. "I hope you plan to move into my bedroom with me now, Trent. I'd rather sleep with you from now on. I hate being alone in bed."

"Tomorrow," he said, squeezing her tit. "I'll move everything I have in there tomorrow."

June sighed happily and snuggled close to him, cupping his cock and balls tenderly.


Both slept late. It was midday and getting hot when they finally got up. June ate a very light brunch with her son. She had gotten out of bed excited, feeling that vague sense of something impending, something that she could not define. It was an exciting feeling, one that she enjoyed. Wearing shorts and a man's shirt that was tight between her tits, her hair brushed, face scrubbed free of make-up, June looked only a few years older than her son. Her youthful appearance would easily enable her to blend in with any teenaged crowd. Trent, as usual, was wearing cut-offs and nothing else. While Trent was making up their bed, something that pleased her, she walked outside. As far as she could see, there was desert, a sage-brush-dotted desert that led to distant, naked mountains. The green lawn and huge old trees, the vegetation on her land, were the only cool places around for miles. She walked to the grape arbor and sat on the circular bench, enjoying the day.

An hour later her son joined her.

"I moved everything into our bedroom, Mother," he said, sitting beside her.

"Everything?"

"Everything I have. My old room is empty."

She stroked his shoulder, feeling so happy. "You're my man, Trent," she murmured softly.

He untied her man's shirt. June glanced about, toward the road. He noticed. "Expecting someone, Mother?"

"No, of course not."

"You sure looked around quick."

"I've never been naked outside before," she said. "It makes me feel a little strange."

"There's no one around to see but me," he reminded her.

June smiled at him as he drew the shirt from her arms. Her tits arched out, the soft nipples pointing upwards, stiff already. She sat naked from the waist up, feeling better, enjoying the exposure outside. She glanced at the front of his cut-offs and was rewarded to see his cock bulging there. She wanted to slide her hand up his thigh, shove her fingers under the frayed legs and tickle his balls and touch his cock. Trent leaned back, looking at his mother's tits. The fact that his cock was bulging up bothered him not at all. He was proud of his ability to achieve a hardon swiftly, and so was his mother. With her tits revealed there in the grape arbor, June felt her cunt twitching and swelling in the tight confines of her shorts. It was a good feeling between her thighs, and she writhed her ass on the bench, letting her son know what she was feeling.

"I bet it would be exciting to be totally naked out here, Mother," he said, rubbing the hardness of his cock boldly, spreading his legs out. "Nice and naked and fucking like crazy."

"Whatever you want, darling," she whispered, watching his cock throb through his cut-offs. "Just tell me what you want, that's all it takes."

"I'd like seeing you naked out here," Trent said. "Why don't you take your shorts off, Mother?"

June did not question him. She stood and unzipped her shorts. They were very tight and she had to practically peel them down her hips. She wiggled her hips as she rolled the shorts downward, shoved them past her knees, then placed them on the bench next to him. She stood for a moment so he could look upon her naked beauty, then she sat down next to him again.

Trent moved his hand up and down her creamy thigh. June responded by spreading her legs for him. She looked down her body as he rubbed his hand up and down her hair-lined cunt, pressing lightly upon the puffy pussy. A shiver rippled along her smooth, naked flesh. Her clit, already inflamed, knotted as if she were on the brink of orgasm.

Trent began to whirl his hand.

"Ooooo!"

He whirled his fingers faster and faster on her cunt, and June arched her crotch up, groaning with pleasure, twisting her hips to his circling fingers, the pressure of them. The orgasm, when it came, was strong, as were most of them. June bit into her bottom lip as her son's whipping fingers flew against her convulsing pussy.

"You cum so fucking easy, Mother," Trent said.

"I do! Oh, I cum very easy, baby. I love to cum. I could cum all day!"

When he pulled his hand from her cunt, his palm was wet and slippery with all her juices. He pulled the frayed leg of his cut-offs to one side and the rounded head of his cock jutted out.

"Kiss it, Mother," Trent said. "Give my cock a kiss."

With a sob of pleasure, June lowered her face to his lap. She placed her warm, moist lips upon the head of her son's cock and kissed it, tasting the seeping fluids bubbling from his flaring piss hole. She wanted to take it into her mouth, but she wanted him to tell her first. Trent didn't say anything. He gasped when her lips touched the head of his cock, but said nothing about her sucking it.

"Kiss it again," he whispered. "Just the head. Kiss the head of my cock."

June kissed his prick again.

"Lick my piss hole with your tongue."

June darted the tip of her tongue out, wiggling it about the seeping piss hole, tasting those delicious juices that boiled against it. She circled the smooth head of his prick with her tongue, mewling softly in delight.

"That's enough right now, Mother," Trent said, and she reluctantly lifted her face. "You're sure good at that, you know, Mother?"

"Maybe it's because I love it," she teased, her eyes sparkling at him. "Maybe I'm so good at it because I just love a cock in my mouth. It makes me cum, too."

She was sitting on the bench with her legs open in case he wanted to feel her up again. Trent lowered his eyes to her bushy pussy. Then he slipped from the bench and sat on the wooden floor of the arbor between his mother's spread legs, looking at her cunt. Pink and wet, with the dark hair around it, the swell of her ass below, her pussy was appealing.

He kissed his mother's thigh just past her knee, causing June to moan softly. She looked down at his handsome face as he gazed at her cunt, pleased with his expression.

Then, without a word, Trent shoved his face into his mother's crotch!

"Ohhh, yes," June sobbed.

Trent's mouth pressed against her puffy cunt, smashing the distended clit. He slipped his hands along her thighs, then under them. He pulled gently and June pushed her ass forward so he could cup the firm cheeks: His nose was buried into the thick curls of her cunt, his eyes flashing up her body and into her face. When Trent opened his mouth and pressed his lips about her cunt, June's eyes became teary with ecstasy.

"Oh, baby," she murmured as she gazed at him with fiery eyes. "Oh, honey, that's good, so good."

Trent slipped his tongue from his mouth and licked at the sensitive cunt lips, curling his fingers into his mother's shivering asscheeks. His tongue moved up and down each pussy lip, then dragged from the bottom, sliding the tip into her pussy, then up and over her steamy clit. June yelped with ecstasy as he twisted his tongue around her clit. Then he had his lips holding it, sucking as his tongue lapped the sensitive tip. June held his head with her hot, inner thighs, arching her cunt into his face and twisting it, gasping with pleasure. Pushing his face down, Trent began to lick at his mother's cunt, lapping up and down the way an animal laps up water. His tongue moved from very near her ass, up the puffy slit, over her clit, then down again. He had started licking her cunt slowly, but his tongue began to move faster when his mother started humping her crotch up and down, grinding her pussy into his face. He closed his lips about her clit, sucking at it, making his mother squeal with ecstasy. Finally he slammed his tongue into her pussy, darting it back and forth the way he had his cock. He tongued her boiling, hairy pussy swiftly, tongue-fucking her in a way that sent June soaring with orgiastic ecstasy. She grabbed the back of his head and lifted her cunt, grinding hard into his mouth. Her hot inner thighs clamped about his face as she bucked and thrashed, gasping and whimpering.

"Eat me, darling!" she panted. "Oh, eat my cunt, Trent! I love to have my cunt eaten! Ohhhh, suck it for me! Suck mother's hot pussy, baby! Ahhhhh, tongue-fuck me... tongue-fuck me!"

Trent's tongue thrust in and out of the slippery heat of her cunt, driving back and forth swiftly. His chin pressed into the crack of her ass, his mouth open and glued to her pussy. June whipped her hips up and down, the orgasms rumbling through her like liquid heat.

The convulsions of her cunt clawed at his tongue, clasping it hotly. Trent shoved his tongue up his mother's cunt as deep as he could, leaving it there. June's hairy pussy sucked on it as she came, the lips clamping hard and wet and hot, flexing on that tongue.

"Ooooo," she sighed when her son pulled his face out of her crotch.

Trent's mouth, his chin and cheeks, were glistening with the wetness of her pussy, his eyes shining brightly. His cock rose up in full hardness, his piss hole dripping. He got to his knees and placed a hand on the back of his mother's head and pulled her face toward his. June parted her lips to kiss him, but he just wiped his cunt-smeared face and lips against hers.

"Now you know what your cunt tastes like, Mother," he laughed.

"You're an ass," she replied, but her laugh told him she wasn't angry. She couldn't be angry no matter what he did or made her do. "And I love you so much!"

Trent stood up and dropped his cut-offs. June's eyes became glassy as she gazed at his magnificent cock. His balls were full and heavy, sweet. He turned and twisted the knob, making the mist start. The coolness of the misting water felt very good on them both. Although her hair became wet and stringy, June didn't mind in the least. Soon their bodies were wet, soaked, and she didn't mind that, either. The day had become hotter as they sat there, and she often used the mist to keep cool.

"Lick me for a while, Mother," Trent said.

Immediately June's tits hardened and her cunt began to pulsate again. She went to her knees in front of her son, then she sat down on the floor. Mist swirled about them as she moved her face to his cock and balls. His prick rose from his crotch in beautiful hardness, his balls dangling between his widely spread thighs.

"Lick me all over down there, Mother," he said.

June ran her tongue over her lips with hungry anticipation, then moved her face into his lovely cock and balls. She ran her tongue up and down his prick, then about his balls. She lifted his balls on the tip of her tongue and played with them, bouncing them, twisting her tongue around them and back up his cock again.

The feel of his hot cock and balls against her face sent June's body into shivering delight. She made soft sobbing sounds of pleasure as her tongue ran up and down, from the crack of his ass, up and around his heavy balls, along the throbbing shaft of his prick, over the dripping head, only to repeat the journey time and again. She licked his cock and balls slowly, savoring it, taking delight in it. She was waiting for him to tell her to start sucking his cock, to take it deep into her hot cocksucking mouth and down her throat. She wanted it badly. But Trent leaned back and enjoyed the moving wetness of her tongue on his cock and balls, the inner surface of his thighs, the crack of his ass.

Each time she reached the head of his cock, she was sure there were more juices bubbling up. Each time her tongue scooted about his piss hole, there was more liquid for her. The taste of her son's juices made her mind reel in lewd pleasure, and she loved to run her tongue about that piss hole. She pushed her face into his balls and nuzzled happily, whimpering with the touch. She caressed his balls and cock with her chin and cheeks, her throat. Her face was slippery with the oozing fluids from his piss hole, and she wanted to be covered by it... her tits, her stomach, her thighs, her ass... all over her naked body.

"Suck my balls, Mother," Trent said in a thick voice, looking down at her. "Take my balls in your mouth and suck them."

With a soft moan of pleasure June opened her mouth wide and pulled his balls into it. She managed easily to accommodate both of them, with very little room to lick with her tongue. She sucked on her son's balls, and with burning eyes watched him curl his fingers about his cock and begin to jack it. His pumping hand moved slowly, and as it went upward, it made his balls tight in her mouth, but she sucked greedily and watched him jerk his fist up and down. She hoped he would not jack off and make his cock spurt that delicious cum while she sucked his balls. If he came, she wanted it either in her cunt or in her hungry mouth. Either place was okay with her.

But Trent wasn't going to jack off while she sucked his balls. After a while he turned his cock loose and gently pulled his balls out of her mouth. "Now you can suck on my cock a little, Mother."

"Ooo, God, yes!" she whined softly and licked her tongue from the base to the head. She twirled her tongue about the smooth head of his cock for a moment, lapping away the seeping juices. Finally June pressed her lips onto her son's cock and slipped it deep into her burning mouth. She moaned as the swollen head probed her throat, then entered it. She writhed her hot lips about the base of his prick, then sucked upwards. Her lips tingled as they stretched, holding his cock tightly on the way up. At the ridge of the swollen head, she held him tightly and licked her tongue about wildly, her eyes rolling in her head with passion.

The misting water made their naked bodies wet, their hair stringy, but neither of them minded.

A car was heard in the distance, but June continued to suck up and down on her son's cock. She was not going to let his sweet cock out of her mouth no matter if the car pulled into their drive, no matter who it was... they could stand and watch her suck Trent's cock off. If they didn't like it they could kiss her hot ass.

But the car continued down the road.

The thick hardness in her mouth intensified June's lust, and her cunt was gripped by spasms of orgasm again. She whimpered about her son's prick as she moved her lips up and down, from the swollen head all the way to base, where his wiry hair tickled his nose. She lifted his balls and rubbed them about her neck and chin.

"That's enough for now, Mother," Trent said in a hoarse voice.

Reluctantly June pulled her mouth off his cock.

"I want some pussy, Mother," he said. "I wanna fuck you... in your hot cunt."

"Oh, baby, anywhere!" she squealed, eagerly.

Trent placed his mother so she could rest her arms on the bench, her ass lifted upward. He got onto his knees behind her creamy, lovely ass, taking her hips in both hands. June felt her son's cock probing at her cunt, and then it was inside her fiery pussy.

Trent moved his throbbing cock into her cunt slowly, watching it. When he had it buried completely, he leaned over her back and cupped her dangling tits in his hands.

"Fuck it, baby!" June gurgled, twisting her naked ass against him. "Ohhhh, fuck that hot cunt, darling! Give mother's hairy, wet cunt a fucking I'll never forget! Fuck me, Trent! Oh, God, fuck me good!"

He pumped, driving his cock in and out of her clinging cunt fast and hard, his balls swinging. The moist slaps of his groin against her naked ass fueled their lust. June twisted and thrashed her ass about as he drove his cock back and forth, hard enough to drive her breath out in gasps of delight. The orgasms bursting inside her cunt caused it to suck and hold his pounding cock. The flexing of her hairy cunt lips closed and relaxed on his prick, like a fist, only her cunt sucked at the same time. The mist, like a light rain, continued to fall upon their heated bodies and June wondered why it didn't turn to steam.

"Oh, baby, feel me cumming?" she cried out. "Feel mother's cunt squeezing your hard, sweet cock? Can you feel my cunt cum, Trent?"

"Yeah," he grunted, thrusting faster and faster into her gripping pussy, his fingers sinking into the spongy roundness of her tits, those rigid nipples searing his palms. He pounded faster and faster, his balls drawing up against the base of his cock. The slurping sounds of his cock running in and out of her tight cunt inflamed them both and then Trent rammed his prick in deep, holding it there.

"I'm gonna give it to you, Mother!"

"Cum, baby! Ohhh, cum up my fucking hot cunt!"

The rapid squirts of thick cum splashed about the velvety walls of her pussy, bringing screams of ecstasy from June. She shook her naked ass against him, her cunt drawing on his gushing cock.

Trent slumped over his mother's back when he finished cumming, his hands still cupping her full tits. June rested with her head on her arms across the bench, her knees feeling bruised against the wooden floor of the arbor.

When Trent sat back on the bench, his chest heaving up and down, June turned and sat on the wet floor. Her son's cock was slippery from her cunt, the mist doing nothing to wash it off.

"Lick it, Mother," Trent said.

Immediately June began to run her tongue about his prick, tasting the juices of her cunt and not minding it in the least. On the contrary, she liked it.

Their clothing was soaked by the mist, however. After she had licked his cock, she looked at the soggy shorts and shirt, his cutoffs were dripping wet.

"We can't put those back on," she said. "How are we going to get to the house, Trent?"

"I don't see a problem at all," he said. "We walk back naked."

"Naked? Someone might see us."

"Who?"

She looked around, then back at him, smiling. "You're right. There's no one around to see us. We could dance and run naked all over the place, couldn't we, baby?"

Trent turned off the mist and, taking his mother's hand, they walked across the lawn slowly. June could not resist twitching and swinging her naked ass with pleasure, enjoying this.

"I could get my ass sunburned this way," she giggled. "But I wouldn't mind."

She made a playful grab for his cock, then ran ahead of her son, her naked, beautiful ass flashing tantalizingly at him.


That evening they sat outside under an ancient oak on padded chairs around a wrought iron table. June was having a beer and her son iced tea.

They were both naked.

The sun was setting on top of the barren mountains, and although it was still hot, there was a breeze blowing in from the north, cooling the evening.

June sat the way her son asked her.

Her ass was slumped past the padded chair, legs wide open. He sat a few feet in front of her, gazing at her hairy cunt as she twisted and played with her nipples. His cock was hard, his balls looking full again.

At her son's request, June ran a hand down her flat stomach, caressing her fingers into the soft, curling hair of her cunt. She rubbed a fingertip along the puffy, slippery wet lips of her pussy, then agitated her clit for his visual pleasure. It was for her pleasure, too, because she took pleasure in everything her son asked her to do, as long as it was erotic.

As dusk settled, but still with enough light to see by, June wanted his cock in her, fucking her. She wanted it desperately, her cunt burned for it. But Trent seemed content to sit and watch his mother caress her pussy. The beer and iced tea had been gone for some time, and June wanted another.

"I'll be right back," she said, getting up and moving toward the house.

She looked over her shoulder to see her son watching her. But the darkness was settling fast. After getting her beer, she turned on the outside lights, then left the house again. Now her son could see her very well; as she could see him. The place beneath the ancient oak was lit up brightly. She knew they could be seen from the road if someone should drive by. Yet they were still far enough away that, without very sharp eyes, no one could tell they were completely naked.

As she came to the chair, her son stopped her before she sat down.

"Sit on my lap, Mother," he said.

She moved to him, spreading her legs around his. "On your cock, baby?"

"Anywhere else?"

With a sigh of pleasure, June moved her cunt to the head of his prick and sank down slowly, facing him. He didn't fuck up and down, but just sat there with his cock filling her hot pussy. Trent fondled her tits, sucking one and then the other. He cupped a tit, pressing so the nipple was between his fingers, then licked it with his tongue.

"Fuck me, Mother," he said finally.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask," she squealed.

June began to bounce up and down on her son's prick, mewling with pleasure. She put her hands on his shoulders and wiggled and thrust and twisted. Trent caught a tit with his mouth and sucked on it, his hands moving around her hips to hold her shaking, creamy ass.

The sound of the car on the road was loud, but June paid no attention to it. The stuffing of her son's cock was all she was concerned about. She could see the headlights but they were far away. She thrashed her naked ass up and down his prick, fucking him with gurgles of ecstasy, enjoying his hands holding her ass, his lips sucking at her inflamed nipple.

And then the car turned into their drive.

"Oh!" June yelped, startled.

"Shit!" Trent growled, turning to see the car.

June jumped from her son's cock quickly and started for the house. "Hurry... they'll see us!" she urged.

As she raced for the house, both her hands holding her naked ass in an effort to hide it, June was relieved to find her son right behind her. They rushed into the house and jumped into robes.

"Who could be coming here now?" June asked, belting her robe and looking out the door.

"I know who it is," Trent said.

June saw it was friends of her son when they got out of the car. One was a tall young man with dark hair and eyes that had always seemed to undress June. The other was a shorter boy, with glasses. The girl was a cute blonde who her son had dated a few times during the past school year. Trent, in his robe, stepped out the front door to greet them. June hoped he would send them away. Her cunt was still fiery for his cock, still pulsating, her nipples tingling.

But Trent didn't send them away. He took them to the chairs and table, beneath the still well-lighted oak tree, calling to his mother. "Bring out something to drink, Mother."

Muttering angrily, June opened beers for them before she realized what she had done. Soft drinks would have been more appropriate, she felt, since they were all quite young. But the beers were already open, so she put them on a tray and carried them outside. As she walked, her creamy thighs were flashed as the robe parted, but she didn't care about that. Legs could be seen anywhere. Even the cute blonde had long legs, bare beneath her jogging shorts.

"Hey, this is the way to treat guests," said the tall young boy, his eyes seeming to remove June's robe. His name, she knew, was Mike. She had never particularly liked Mike but the only reason she had was the way he looked at her. He was always nice around her.

The short boy she had not seen before. She thought he was cute, with big eyes and a young face. She felt he shouldn't be in high school, but still in elementary. He was the same age as her son, though. The cute blonde girl's name was Mindy, a name that was out of fashion today, but seemed to fit her. With those long, golden tresses, the sparkling clear eyes, the slightly turned up nose, Mindy was fresh and pretty, very well tanned and unblemished. Standing next to her son, June looked at Mindy. The girl had one foot hooked on the seat of the wrought iron chair, and her panties could be seen past the crotch of her jogging shorts.

Trent was staring at that place without shame. A glance at his lap told June her son's cock was hard. She stood next to him, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

Suddenly she gasped.

Trent had run his hand underneath her knee-length robe and was moving it up her thigh. When his hand reached her ass, cupping it with his fingers pressed into the crack and squeezing, she shot him a look, a look that had been meant to be careful, but her eyes were much too hot. Trent glanced at his mother, grinning as he squeezed her ass. She could not tell him to stop, his friends would hear and she could not move away because his hand would cause her robe to lift, and they would see she was naked under it! She had to stand there and let her son play with her naked ass while he talked with his friends. Yet, June found it exciting. He was doing what he wanted with her, forcing her to stand there so he could feel her up in front of his friends. June was surprised to find an orgasm boiling through her cunt with such quickness, she moaned softly. Trent grinned up at his mother and slipped his fingers between her thighs from behind, feeling how wet her hairy pussy was. When he worked a finger into her cunt and slipped it in and out slowly, she gave him another look, but this time she, too, was grinning.

"Is something wrong?" Mindy asked, her huge blue eyes piercing.

June shook her head, but she had a hunch Mindy knew what had happened to her. She dropped her eyes down to look at the lacy panties still revealed at the girl's crotch, and Mindy gave June a slow smile, a smile of wanton lust. Surprised, June stared at the girl.

Something was going on, she knew. These three had showed up on purpose! They had never been here at night before. They had been there, of course, to enjoy a barbeque with her son and to wrestle on the green lawns. But they had never been here at this time of night.

She remembered the stories of sex parties out in the desert, and wondered for the first time if any of these were involved, Trent included. These kids were not the wild ones of the small town, but the more proper, better behaved ones. They would not have been involved in such things.

Trent's finger kept moving in and out of her cunt, and June's legs were shaking, becoming weak. She leaned against her son's shoulder, looking at Mindy more than any of the boys. The girl wore a tank-top, cut off just below her perky tits. She had no bra on, June thought.

"Well, gang," she heard her son say, "what's going on?"

It was Mike who replied, his eyes gazing hotly at June. "Not much, just cruising around, seeing what we can find."

"Not much to find, though," the short boy said.

They know, June thought. They know what Trent is doing! All those eyes seemed to be looking at her, and Mike's as usual seemed to penetrate her robe. She glanced at her son again, and he was grinning almost lewdly. June could do nothing. She was afraid to move. If she did, her son would be mad at her, and she was sure, if she moved, they would see where he had his hand. Her legs were shaking badly and those eyes looking at her made the robe transparent. She felt as if she were naked before them, everything exposed.

There was a tension surrounding them all. June could feel it, pressing down on her. It was a heavy tension, charged electrically, sexually. It seemed as if they were waiting for Trent to do something, to start something. Those three pairs of eyes moved from June to Trent, and she noticed Mike lifted his eyebrows in question.

Trent's finger moved about her cunt, teasing and making her pussy swell, her clit rigid with desire. She heard a slight moist sound as he moved his finger in and out of her cunt from behind, wondering if the others heard it, too, knew what the sound was. June could not resist letting her eyes move over the front of Mike's pants. She was not surprised to see his cock bulging there. Scooting her eyes to the short boy, she saw that he, too, seemed to have a hardon. Then Trent pulled his finger out of his mother's cunt. He placed his hand about her waist, low on her hip, and pulled at her. She glanced at him, but he wasn't looking up at her. Trent was staring boldly at Mindy. Something in June tried to resist as her son pulled her to his lap. One part of her cried "no" and the other part "yes."

She sat on her son's lap, feeling his cock pressing in throbbing hardness against her ass. The robe flapped open to reveal her long, creamy thighs almost to her pussy. She started to close it over her thighs, but her son caught her wrist and stopped her. She knew, now.

His friends were here because he had invited them, to show them his beautiful mother, to expose her uncontrollable desires when she was touched, told, forced! He must have called them that morning as she was outside in the grape arbor, before he came to join her. It was the only explanation for what was happening. June tried to be angry with Trent, tried to draw enough strength to get off his lap. But she couldn't. His cock was pressing at her tingling ass, his hands around her waist, holding her there. She sat in frozen expectation, wanting and not wanting this. She gasped when Trent brought his hand up and deliberately cupped her tit. He closed his fingers about it, through the robe. June saw the gleam in the eyes of those watching, the hot anticipation. She shifted, feeling her cunt burning between her thighs. Her son's hand squeezed her tit and began to rub and press it, making June's body respond immediately.

Trent whispered in her ear. "You're gonna fuck me, Mother."

"No," she hissed back, but kept her eyes on the three.

"Yes, you are," he insisted, squeezing her tit hard.

"Not here, Trent," she whispered softly. "Not here, in front of them."

"All I have to do is tell you," he reminded his mother. "All I have to do is tell you and you'll do it, remember?"

"But Trent, this is..."

She didn't finish.

Trent quickly shoved his hand into her robe and held her naked tit in one hand, drawing the robe away with his other. June's face flamed with embarrassment, not shame. Her tits were revealed in the harsh light, her son holding one. The other was fully exposed, the rigid nipple tilted upward in desire. She saw the heat in the eyes of Mike and Mindy and the short boy. All three were staring in open admiration of her naked tits. June experienced a burning orgasm with such suddenness, she moaned loud enough for all to hear. Trent unbelted her robe, then he pulled it wide. June sat on her son's lap, her body revealed, legs pressed close together. She pressed her face onto his shoulder, trying to hide her embarrassment. She heard the gulping sounds coming from the short boy, and the garbled words that made no sense come from Mike. There was a lewd giggle from Mindy. Trent was moving her, positioning her. She was turned so her back was to his chest, and she closed her eyes, hoping his friends would not see the inflamed passion in them. She was powerless to resist her son. She sat on his lap, facing his friends, her body naked. The robe had been pulled from her shoulders and now lay on the lawn. She felt her legs being parted around her son's, and her cunt was visible. June whimpered with mindless desire and leaned back against Trent's chest, her legs now wide over his. She felt her son's cock pressing up past her cunt and against the thick pussy hair. She opened her eyes as Trent reached down and positioned his cock.

"Lift your ass a minute, Mother," he said, no longer whispering.

She lifted.

Then her son's cock entered her cunt!

"Oh, God!" she wailed. It was a sound of ecstasy, not of shame.

She knew his friends could see it all, could all see her son's cock penetrating her wet, hairy cunt. Her legs were spread on either side of his, her crotch open, the pink flesh of her pussy surrounded by dark hair, her clit inflamed. It was there for them to see, Trent's cock deep inside her pussy.

Although her eyes were open, June saw only vague outlines of the two boys and girl. Her vision was clouded with the intensity of her lust now.

"Fuck me, Mother," she heard her son say, his voice loud. "Fuck me with your hot cunt, Mother!"

Gasping hotly, June found herself lifting and lowering her naked ass, riding her son's cock, straddling it, while his friends watched with steamy excitement. She could not stop. There was no way she could stop fucking her son now. His cock was inside her, stretching her cunt as she bounced up and down on it.

The exquisite sensations flooding her were powerful and her passion now had control once again.

She bounced up and down on her son's cock, mewling, groaning, sighing, sobbing. She held the arms of his wrought iron chair tightly, banging her cunt onto his cock with a total lack of shame or guilt. She knew his friends could see the way her cunt gripped Trent's prick, his balls below, her triangular shaped cunt hair, the throbbing hardness of her clit, her jiggling tits... and June's erotic emotions went into high gear. She plunged her ass up and down, bouncing on her son's cock with gurgles of delight. At the moment, with her son's cock fucking her fiery cunt, June felt more excitement growing within her naked body because they were being seen, being watched as she fucked her son insanely, enthusiastically, by his friends. She twirled her ass in tight circles, grinding powerfully down on his piercing cock, wanting more and more inside her now convulsing cunt. She was sobbing loudly with the ecstasy now, not caring that they all heard her wanton lust. She was on display, on a lewd display, and she was enjoying it right now. Her son was showing his friends the sexual control he had over her and she didn't care.

"I'm cumming!" she gurgled. "Oh, God, baby... I'm cumming so hard! So fucking hard!"

Through it she heard Mindy giggle again. There were words of encouragement coming from Mike and the short boy, but they made no sense to June. She was in the clutches of a powerful orgasm, a series of orgasms. Her naked body was melting, seared by the strength of her son's cock.

"Ohhh, Trent," she wailed, as if they were alone. "Cum, Trent! Please, please cum in my hot cunt!"

Again there were giggles from Mindy.

Then she heard Mike, clearly.

"Fuck that hot cunt, Trent boy! Give your mother some hot cum!"

She felt her son's cock lurch inside her cunt and then he was spraying the walls of her fiery, sensitive cunt with thick cum, filling her pussy with it until she was drenched. She was aware, vaguely, of the cum seeping past his cock and her cunt lips, making her legs slippery. Her cunt gnawed on her son's spewing cock, sucking it, draining it. June quickly grasped her son's balls, holding them in a hot, tight palm, feeling them writhe as he squirted his cum into her greedy cunt. Feeling her son's cum splashing into her hot cunt created a final, shattering orgasm to rip through June's body. She cried out with the intensity of it, then slumped back onto his chest, her legs spread about his, his cock still inside her pussy, her tits tilted up as she struggled to breathe. Slowly, her body relaxed from the tautness of her orgasms. When she felt strong enough, she slipped from his lap, leaned over and picked up her robe. Flinging it over her shoulder, she stood for a moment facing the three boys and one girl. She posed sensuously, arching her hairy cunt outward and her shoulders back, her tits lifting.

"I hope every one of you has been entertained," she said, archly. "Now perhaps you can all enjoy a jerk circle or..." she looked at Mindy's glowing face, "or you can all gang-bang that hot little cunt."

With those words, June turned and walked away, swinging her ass in a sexy manner, feeling their eyes on her.


Inside the house, June felt like bawling. She threw her robe over the couch and entered the kitchen, where she got herself a beer from the refrigerator. She knew her son had set this up. It was the only thing that made sense to her. He must have called his friends that morning.

Leaning against the kitchen sink and sipping the beer, June tried to find anger against her son, but there was none. It was her fault, not his. She had told him, on the drive home, that she would do anything he told her to do, even with his friends. She remembered saying that clearly now. But she had not really meant that, at least she didn't think she had. She had spoken out of sexual desire and need. But it had been good, she admitted, fucking her son as they sat watching. Somehow, exposing herself that way to her son's friends had felt good. It had made her very hot, very eager, ready and willing to fuck him.

Taking her beer along, she went into the living room and looked out the window. They were still sitting there, and her son, it seemed was the only one with his cock out. His robe was open, but still on. Those stories about sexual orgies in the desert had to be true, she thought. And her son was involved. She thought she had given him his first fuck, but she obviously was wrong. Her son was as experienced as she was... it was clear now. He had fucked Mindy, for certain. Perhaps they all fucked Mindy. Perhaps she was the only girl in the desert, taking the guys on one by one or two together or three together or whatever. Maybe there was no other girl, maybe there was no real orgy of teenagers. Perhaps it was just Mindy and those three boys! Maybe Mindy was an orgy in herself. Maybe it was just Mindy and any boy that wanted to come along. The stories she had heard were of orgies, but she had never heard how many people were involved. Maybe there was nothing going on at all. She turned away from the window and went back to the kitchen for another beer. Then, after opening it, decided she didn't want it after all. She wanted Trent. Alone. Her and him. She heard the car start. Curious, she left the kitchen and returned to the living room. Trent came in, his robe flapping about his body. She confronted him.

"Well, were your friends sufficiently entertained, Trent?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows at him. "Was I good enough? Was the show good enough to run a few weeks longer?"

He looked at his mother in surprise. "What's wrong, Mother?" he asked.

"Just that you fucked me right there so they could all see, that's all!"

"But you told me, Mother."

"I know," she admitted, biting her bottom lip. "I didn't know you'd do it, though."

He wrapped his arms about her, his chest smashing at her firm tits. When he kissed her, she found herself melting again. She could not resist it when he touched her, kissed her. The lightest touch of his hands or lips sent flames of heat roaring through her. She closed her arms about his neck and pressed her naked body tight against his, wiggling sensuously.

"You're mad at me," he whispered after the kiss.

"No, I'm not," she replied, rubbing her hairy pelvis back and forth against him. "I did tell you that. It's not your fault."

"I wouldn't have done it, Mother," he said.

"I know, darling. Don't worry about it."

But she could sense her son drawing from her. She clung to him desperately. Although he held her in his arms, she felt her son pulling away emotionally.

Disturbed, she released herself from his arms and went for the beer she hadn't wanted earlier. Trent followed her to the kitchen, belting his robe. She didn't want to see him do that. She wanted to see his cock and balls flapping around. He had not paid any attention to his nakedness until now. She leaned against the sink and sipped the beer, watching him. Trent sat at the table, carefully keeping his robe tight. June's heart felt like lead. Trent, she knew, thought she had told him a lie, lied to him completely. She had promised him she would do anything he wanted of her, if he told her to do it, no matter what it was. Now, by her actions through embarrassment, she was turning him away. She had been embarrassed outside when he fucked her in front of his friends, and that was all. She had not felt ashamed of it, oddly enough. She had acted out of embarrassment only. June knew, or thought she knew, that if her son had prepared her, told her what he was going to do, she would not have been embarrassed. It was the surprise of it, and she tried to explain it this way to Trent. But he looked at her with those accusing eyes, not believing her.

"I thought we had it going, Mother," he said. "I really believed what you told me. Maybe everything is a lie. Maybe you won't do what I say. Maybe you won't be my fuck-slave, like you promised."

"Darling," she said softly, but with desperation in her voice, "I will! I will be your fuck-slave. I just didn't want that kind of surprise, that's all. You should have warned me what was going to happen."

"It wouldn't have made any difference, Mother," he said. "If I had told you, you would have refused."

"Oh, honey," she said, kneeling at his side and slipping her hand into his robe. She held his cock, working on it, feeling the wetness still there from her cunt. "Try me! Trent, tell me to do something. You'll see... I'll do it, baby! For you, I'd do anything."

"I know you will," he said. "But only when we're alone. You won't if any one is with us. You won't fuck my friends, Mother."

"Fuck your friends?" she asked. "Is that what you want me to do? Fuck those guys?"

"They're my friends, Mother," he said as if that was all the answer required. "You made me a liar to them."

"How did I do that?"

"I told them they could fuck you," he said.

June looked up into his face, stroking his cock up and down, feeling it growing in her fist.

"Do you fuck Mindy?" she asked.

Trent nodded his head. "We all fuck Mindy."

"Aren't there any other girls?"

"Sure, there's half a dozen," he replied. "And we fuck all of them, too."

"Then it's true, the things I've heard."

He nodded. "I kind of thought you'd go with me sometime, Mother. After yesterday, I was sure you'd go with me sometime."

She pulled his robe open and lifted his balls in her hand. Leaning down, June kissed those precious balls tenderly, then stroked her tongue along his throbbing hard cock. She swiped her tongue about the piss hole, tasting those sweet juices she loved so much. She took her son's cock into her mouth, sucking it slowly, her mouth wet and hot. She sighed softly when she felt his hand on the top of her head, his ass lifting.

Trent sat without speaking, letting his mother suck on his cock. He wasn't helping her and he wasn't stopping her, but June felt he was holding something back from her. He was not as enthusiastic as before.

She lifted her mouth, looking up at him with her cheek resting on his hot, hard cock.

"I want to suck you off, darling." Murmuring softly, she looked into his face. "I want to suck your sweet cock and have you cum in my mouth. I'm a cocksucker, you know. Your mother is a good, hungry cocksucker, darling. I'll fuck you and suck you and keep you so happy! You can do anything to me you want, darling. Anything."

She lowered her mouth to his cock again, taking it deep. She rolled his balls about her cheek as she writhed her lips at the base, the swollen head of his prick in her tight throat.

With desperation born of desire to have her son believe her, to love her, June began to suck frantically on his cock, bobbing her face up and down swiftly, devouring him like a demented, cock-starved woman, which she was. Liquid sounds came from her as she sucked furiously, her tongue sliding and twisting and rolling. She curled her tongue around his hard cock to make a tight sheath for it, fucking his cock with her hungry mouth and whimpering with burning ecstasy. She wanted his cum to spurt into her mouth. Perhaps it would show him how much she loved him, and how willing and eager she would do the things he wanted of her. She would not disappoint her son again, no matter what. She would be his fuck-slave, as she promised. And didn't a slave obey the master? In everything? No, Trent would never again be disappointed in her.

She raced her hot lips up and down his cock with greedy delight, mewling with pleasure, striving to bring his sweet, thick cum boiling into her mouth. Her tongue was like a liquid flame as it raced about the throbbing hardness of his cock, her mouth a wet cauldron of searing, erotic heat. Sliding one hand underneath his ass, she clasped a tight cheek. Her other was between his thighs, clinging to his balls. She labored on his prick, but it was a labor of love. Erotic love, but still love.

When she felt his cock jerking inside her mouth, she sucked upwards until she had her lips behind the ridge of the swollen head, her tongue lapping about his piss hole. The thick sweetness of his white cum came squirting out, coating her tongue, making her sob with ecstasy. She sucked hard on the head of his cock, her hand leaving his balls and gripping his prick at the base. She jacked on his cock as he came into her mouth, holding it tightly. She gurgled wetly, swallowing the nectar of his precious balls as quickly as her mouth filled.

She kissed the head of his prick before she stood. Looking down at him, she whispered, "I'm going to bed now, honey, will you come soon?"

He nodded, but didn't look at her.

Under the cool sheets, June was wide awake. She stared at the dark ceiling, waiting for her son, wanting his naked body close to hers. The taste of his cum lingered in her mouth.

She heard Trent come into the room. She lay far on one side of the bed, wanting him next to her, close to her, his arms about her, his cock and balls pressing upon her thigh, her hip, anyplace as long as it was next to her.

But he stayed well away from her, keeping his back to her.

June felt lonely, very alone.

She wanted to turn to him, to press against his back, to hold his cock and balls as he went to sleep, but she stayed where she was. She felt miserable, her thoughts tormenting her. She had told him the truth about herself, that all it took was a touch, and she would spread her legs and do it quickly. She had told him she would, be his fuck-slave, with him and his friends. She had told him that. And she did want to be her son's fuck-slave. She wanted to be told by him what to do, when and how to do it. And she would.


The sun was coming in the window when she woke up. The first thing she noticed as she came awake was the hardness of her son's cock pressed against the cheeks of her ass. Immediately her pulse began to race. She could feel his cock throbbing against her ass. It was very hard! She wiggled gently, feeling it move along the crack of her ass, fitting between the hot cheeks. Trent had one arm about her, his hand cupping a firm tit. But he was obviously still sleeping. His cock felt so good there, so hot and hard. She lifted one leg and shoved her hand down, feeling his balls tenderly. She squeezed the cheeks of her ass about his cock, her cunt swelling just from the sensation. June felt her son's hand close tighter on her tit and then she knew he was awake. Trent twisted her nipple gently, playing with it. She wanted him to tell her what to do, how to take his cock, how he wanted her to fuck him.

As if reading her mind, Trent said, his voice low and a bit urgent, "I want to fuck you, Mother."

"Oh, yes," she sighed happily, squirming her ass on his cock. "Yes, Trent! Yes, yes!"

"In the ass."

"In my what?"

"I want to fuck you in the ass, Mother," he said louder, arching his cock along her creamy asscheeks, pressing at them. "I want to fuck your ass."

"Do it!" she hissed.

June arched her ass back toward her son's cock, wiggling lewdly. She felt the throbbing hardness there and her cunt began to pulsate with that delicious liquid heat. She heard his breathing increase.

"Fuck it, Trent," she urged. "Fuck my ass. Shove your beautiful hardon right up my hot ass!"

She felt his hands between them, then the swollen head of his cock was pressing the tight, star-shaped pucker. June gurgled as she shoved her ass back tight against his cock, feeling the seeping juices from his piss hole lubricating the entrance to her tight ass.

She clung to his balls between her thighs, lifting one leg and crooking it at the knee. her ass arched better this way, and she was mewling happily as her son exerted pressure against the resisting ass.

"Get on your knees, Mother," Trent grunted.

June quickly scrambled to her knees, drawing them under her stomach as she rested her head on the mattress. Her naked ass was high in the air, the creamy cheeks spreading for his cock. She whimpered with anticipation as her son stood behind her on his knees. She looked between her spread legs and saw his sweet balls dangling as he brought the swollen head of his cock to her ass once again.

When Trent pressed the rounded head of his prick against her ass, June shoved backwards, squealing as the pressure sent jolts of electrifying delight through her naked body.

Trent held her hips tightly, pressing hard.

"Ohhhh!" June wailed.

Her son's cock slipped through the tight heat of her ass, the swollen head stretching it widely. June groaned as he shoved more of that thick, throbbing cock into her ass. Her cunt, as always, erupted into orgasms and the contractions caused her ass to become tighter than ever. But Trent thrust and his cock entered his mother's ass completely. She felt the wiry hairs at the base tickling the soft, sensitive inner cheeks of her ass and his balls were pressed hard against her spasming cunt.

June's erotic nature took hold.

"Fuck it, fuck it!" she screamed at Trent. "Oh, fuck my hot ass! Ream my ass... fuck it! Oh, baby, ram your sweet, hard cock up mother's fucking ass! Give that big cock to me... rip my ass apart! Fuck me, fuck the shit out of me, Trent!"

He started thrusting, driving his cock in and out of her ass, the friction searing the sensitive, tender tissues of her ass. He banged hard, causing her tits to scrape back and forth on the bed.

The power of his thrusts and the hardness of his cock seared her ass, but it was wonderful. She loved it, and rammed her ass back into his pounding prick. His balls slapped upon the fuzzy, puffy lips of her cunt, and even against the tip of her clit, making June shake with ecstasy. She shoved her hands above her head, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her eyes rolling about as she grunted, his cock driving her breath out in tight gasps.

"Pound my ass!" she screamed, twisting her lifted ass in tight circles. "Pound mother's hot fucking ass! Stretch my tight ass with your sweet cock! Rip my ass apart with your big, hard, beautiful cock, Trent!"

"Tight ass!" Trent grunted, his hips flying back and forth. "Tight, hot, deep, fucking ass!"

"Oh, yes! Mother's ass is hot and tight for y