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WARNING: The following fictional account is a story of

unbridled, uncensored incest. Read at your own risk,

while considering the strength of your own sensibilities.

All characters are over the age of 18 years.





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Mother's Slut Proclivity



by George Tyerbyter





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...one day, one moment captured in time, of an incestuous

situation.



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Donna resembled Natale Wood in many ways. Especially how Natale

looked in the 1960s Hollywood film "Sex and the Single Girl"

Her young sons would have no idea who that was. But she did look

a lot like her.



She sat on the couch, her feet up while leaning back on the arm

rest. Donna was dressed in an attractive nylon blouse, with the

top three buttons open, the swell of her succulent tits slightly

revealed. She was not wearing a bra and the dark points of her

nipples thrust against the thin blouse.



Her cotton skirt, pleated, covered her knees. But it did not

cover much of anything else. The backs of her thighs, so slender

and creamy, the flesh smooth, were teasing, inviting. Although

Donna wore panties, they were skimpy and lacy, her dark cunt hair

visible. The crotch of the panties bulged with the puffiness of

her cunt and the sweet curves of her ass appeared kissable and so

worthy of tonguing.



Sexy hoop earrings hung from her ears, dangling down along the

lines of a delicately tapered neck. The silver earrings, along

with her alluringly messy hair--loosely coiffed and haphazardly

clasped on top of her head--framed her facial features in such a

sexually dramatic way. Her bangs hung down in casual fashion

across her forehead, close to her eyebrows, some strands going

even longer to fall in front of her eyes. Stray, large-curled

locks of hair, not restrained by the barrette, cascaded down the

sides and back of her head, softly falling to the base of her

kissable neck. Slight perfume, sexually dynamic eye shadow, rouge

and juice-red lipstick, all tastefully done, but edging somewhat

near the 'slutty' side, finished the look she seemed to carry so

naturally.



She noticed lately that her general appearance was certainly

having an effect on her two teenage sons. Yes. That was definite.

It did have the boy's attention. It most certainly got Tony's

attention yesterday, and culminated into her falling down on her

knees in the bathroom, still fully dressed, servicing her

18 year old boy, who still had a towel partially

fastened around his bare mid section after a shower. Worse yet,

it ended with Donna, the dutiful mother, having her youngest

boy's steaming ball juice spurting up her arm, on her

blouse, and in true pornographic fashion, shot all over her face.



Thoughts of what had transpired yesterday between her and Tony,

swam through her mind. It all seemed to happen so quickly, and

without much provocation or any pre-thought to accepted

conventions. It almost was as if the sexual tension, which very

quickly seem to lead to her jerking him off in the bathroom, had

always lurked somewhere just below the surface of their 'normal'

family relationship. Now, she was looking at Mike, her oldest

son, as he sat on the floor, doing his best to not peek at his

mother, but failing miserably. His eyes flicked at her often,

gazing for just a second at her painted cunt, then turning away

quickly. Donna was amused by his nervousness, and by his hunger.

She smiled knowingly, and reach into her hand bag at the side of

the couch for her lipstick and compact mirror.



"Um, where did Tony run off to, honey?" she asked in a low,

provocative voice.



She peered into the small mirror and freshened her lipstick,

seductively brushing the wet tip across her full, pouting lips,

while she waited for an answer. She could feel Mike just sitting

there, transfixed and silent, staring at her while she looked

into the hand-held mirror and applied the wet lip gloss. Donna

had the kind of sensually stimulating, sexy mouth that spelled

trouble to any male looking at her face, no matter what she was

doing with it. The act could be as common and mundane as you

please. Eating, drinking, talking, or smoking, it didn't matter.

There would be only one thing racing through the mind of any man

watching. She knew her strong points, and she used any excuse to

subtly and slyly emphasize them, whenever she felt the desire to

do so.



Donna thought she could detect an audible "gulp," momentarily

breaking the silence.



"Hmm?" she reiterated, briefly casting her gaze to Mike's face,

and then right back to her reflection in the mirror, finishing

the application of fresh lipstick. She didn't have to look at him

very long...it was working. She could see he was sexually

flustered.



"ah-around," he finally responded in a stammer, suddenly and

nervously averting his eyes.



Donna puckered and pouted at the mirror, finishing the adjustment

to her wet lips, then returned the make-up paraphernalia to her

bag



"Did he, um... say anything to you," she queried?



"When?"



"Yesterday," she replied, appearing slightly annoyed, but with

her voice in a whisper. "Did he -- tell you anything?"



Mike glanced at his mother, his eyes going from her face to her

revealed crotch. He was doing everything he could to hide his

throbbing hard-on from her. He found his voice wouldn't work and

he nodded.



"Michael! Just what did your brother tell you?" she mildly

demanded, her eyes flashing.



Donna felt a throbbing around her cunt, and the urge to rub it

was strong. She could feel the lips starting to pulsate, as if

they were opening and closing. She watched her son swallow

nervously.



"Mike. Tell me what he said," she insisted. "I want to know what

he told you."



"Aw, just some kind of bullshit..." He stopped quickly, blushing

profusely.



"Bullshit?" Donna said, smiling in a mocking manner. "He told you

'some kind of bullshit?'"



Mike nodded, his face now red.



"What 'bullshit?'" Donna asked. "Are you sure it was bullshit,

darling?...I mean; let's suppose for a moment that what he told

you...was the truth."



Mike squirmed on the carpet, peeking at his mother from lowered

lashes.



"It was...," he mumbled. "It-it was... No! Nuh-uh! You wouldn't

do anything like that, Mom... not with Tony!"



"Are you sure about that?" she teased, licking at the tip of her

finger. "Are you really sure I wouldn't?"



"W-would you?" he asked, his voice so low she could hardly hear

him.



"Mmmmmmm...," Donna responded, pausing provocatively to suck on

the tip of her finger, while swinging her closed knees from side

to side, her pleated skirt riding past her knees. "...maybe."



Mike's eyes opened a bit wider, his pupils dilating, and he gazed

at her, as if he were seeing her for the first time. He watched

her knees move slowly from side to side, seeing her thighs and

the way her cunt puffed against her panties, the dark shadow of

pussy hair, the creamy halves of her pretty ass cheeks. His cock

was so hard inside his pants, so very hard.



"Michael...,what if I ask you?" she whispered very softly. "What

if I asked you to do it, too?...I mean; what if I made YOU do

what your brother did to me...all over my face...hmm?"



Mike looked deeply into her cat-like eyes. A lump rapidly formed

in his throat, while an even bigger one throbbed painfully in his

trousers, as the realization of exactly what his sexy mother was

suggesting set in.



"Oh yes Michael...and much more," she added, nodding slowly.



Mike swallowed hard.



According to his younger brother Tony's account of what happened

yesterday; his mother had come into the bathroom unexpectedly to

get something out of the medicine cabinet. Tony had just stepped

out of the shower. The only thing he had on was a towel he had

wrapped around his mid-section. Donna began teasing him playfully

about how big he was getting. Tony said that he couldn't help it,

but while she talked, he stared at her beautiful face, and

especially at her perfectly sexy mouth. He started to imagine how

it might feel to have her full, pouting lips kissing the head of

his cock.



Well, this was nothing new or startling. Tony had been thinking

about his mother doing just that quite often lately, anyway. He

used it as fantasy fuel when he masturbated. He'd conjure a scene

of her repeatedly landing hot kisses all over the head of his

dick, as sperm shot from the piss slit. In his mind's eye, he'd

imagine her cheeks, and those lips being covered in hot semen as

it shot free from his dick; his cum raining down upon her face

and hair, while all through it, she planted one tender kiss after

another all around the head, and her painted lips leaving sexy

lipstick impressions in their wake. Tony would run this teenage

boy's dream like a movie, looping it endlessly in his fevered

mind, while he jerked his young cock to a climax. "Kissing it

off," he called it.



At any rate; back to the bathroom... As a result of Tony fixating

on his mother's beautiful visage, his dick began to bloat under

the towel, pushing it out into the shape of a tent. He said that

one thing led to another, and before he knew it, his mother was

tugging on his erection through the towel. The next moment, she

had dropped to her knees in front of him, facing the hidden

boner. She pulled the towel aside like a curtain, and his dick

snapped out, pointing right at her lips. She then proceeded to

jack his stiff erection to a spurting finish, all over her face!

It all happened quickly, he said. Afterward, she just stood up,

looked him straight in the eye, brought her cum-drenched,

manicured fingers up to her face, and rubbed his sperm into her

skin. After that, he said, she just walked out of the bathroom,

leaving him standing there, with his spent cock dripping onto the

tile floor, while she disappeared into her bedroom.



Considering all of what Tony told him was apparently the truth;

an image of his mother's perfectly made-up face--her rouged

cheeks and her painted lips, all streaked and soiled with HIS

flying sperm--flashed quickly through Michael's mind. Coming back

to reality, Michael reacted to the full weight of what his mother

was now suggesting...



"...*gulp*...Really, Mom?" he managed to whisper.



With her finger in her mouth, she slipped her skirt down on her

thighs, nodding her head again. Mike forgot about concealing his

hard-on. He gazed openly now, hotly staring at her panty-clad

cunt, when his mother parted her knees. The crotch of the flimsy

underwear was stretched, with a darkening wet spot beginning to

show right where her pussy lips were undulating, just underneath

the delicate fabric. Donna pulled her finger from her mouth and

began to circle one straining nipple through her sexy blouse, her

eyes smoldering with steam. She saw her son's cock twitching and

made stiff, along his left thigh, outlined by the tightness of

his jeans. The view made her breath catch.



Mike watched her, mesmerized, his cock throbbing uncontrollably

inside his pants. When he saw his mother drag a finger along the

stretched crotch of her panties, he groaned and thought his boner

would rip right through the material.



"What's the matter, honey?" Donna whispered.



"Mom, d-d-don't do that!" he gulped.



"Why, Michael?"



"I think I might...I-I m-might..."



"Cum?" she supplied when he paused. "Um...Seeing me do this might

make YOU... shoot off in your pants?"



Mike gasped, and then nodded, his eyes fixed on his mother's

finger as it moved up and down the puffy slit of her cunt. His

concealed boner squirted another pulsing wet gout of pre-cum into

his pants, just from hearing his mother say those words.



"You don't have to do that, baby," she murmured, pressing the tip

of her finger inward and shoving her panties into her pussy. "I

can think of a better place for you to cum."



Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing and seeing.



Donna hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling

it to the side and showing her pink, wet, cunt to her son. Her

eyes were hot and misty as she watched his reactions to her

slut-fueled theatrics. She watched the wet spot spread in an

ever-widening circle on the outside of his tented pants. the

stain was positioned just at the tip where she knew the pulsing

head of his dick pushed out the fabric. There was on doubt about

it. She could clearly make out the shape of the pulsing crown. It

was distinctly outlined as the fabric grew more saturated with

his cum.



Her knees were still spread wide and using her other hand, she

stroked the tip of her forefinger about her puffy cunt lips,

teasing him...watching both his boner, and the wet stain grow

even larger.



"Don't, Mom!" he groaned, fearing his confined prick would spurt

off at any moment.



"You touch it, honey," she whispered, her voice very low. "You

touch my pussy, then."



Mike sat staring at his mother's cunt, almost frozen. Then his

body jerked into motion, and he scooted toward her, sliding his

ass on the floor. His face was near her foot, gazing up between

his mother's spreading thighs. The dark hair of her cunt was

tightly curled as it ran along each side of those succulent lips

and disappeared into the crack of her ass. Donna lifted her hips

slightly and writhed her ass, watching her son with steaming

eyes. Then slowly, very slowly, she slipped the tip of her finger

into her cunt, pressing it deeper and deeper until her knuckles

were against the lips.



"Mmmm," she purred. "I know what would feel even better in there,

Michael. ...Something hard and long and throbbing would feel so

much better."



Mike placed a hand on his mother's knee. His hand was trembling

and she felt the heat of his palm. Donna pulled her son's hand

along her thigh, bringing it closer to her cunt.



"Touch me, Michael," Donna urged, her voice now thick with

desire. "Touch me there. Don't be afraid, baby. I want you to

touch my pussy."



His fingertips felt the curly cunt hair and then the puffy

wetness of one pussy lip. Donna still had her finger inside her

cunt, and Mike gulped as his mother inserted his finger alongside

hers.



"Warm, isn't it?" Donna hissed. "Mother's cunt is so warm and

wet. Feel how slippery... Mmmmm, we've got both our fingers in

there now. Let's fuck it together, Michael...shall we?



Holding her son's wrist, she moved his finger in and out of her

cunt along with hers. Mike was awed and so excited. He thought he

was about to come. While the fingers moved back and forth in her

cunt, Donna twisted her shapely ass slowly, arching it upwards a

little more. She was fast approaching her first orgasm, but for

her liking, it was coming a little too quickly.



"I don't want it this way, Mike," she finally said, pulling their

fingers out of her cunt.



She placed his hand on her inner thigh and he watched with

surprise as his mother lifted her glistening finger to her lips

and smeared the juices of her cunt slowly about them.



"Michael! Kiss me," she moaned, her lips glistening with the

juices from her own cunt. "Kiss Mother, darling! Please, kiss

me!"



Mike got to his knees and moved up toward his mother. His boner

was pushing insistently on the inside of his trousers, making it

somewhat difficult to maneuver. He still felt his dick was on the

verge of exploding.



Michael stared at his lovely mother's wet lips and as she drew

her head down, he felt the wetness upon his mouth. As their lips

pressed together, Donna held the back of her son's head and

slipped her tongue into his mouth. She felt Mike shudder and he

drew his hand over her straining tits, then ran it down her

stomach until she curled his hand into her cunt. The hand at his

head moved across his back, no longer having to hold him down.

She slipped her hand in front of him and closed her fingers

around his throbbing cock. Feeling it through his pants, she

squeezed hard and started to jack his stiff dick right through

the fabric. Pre-cum squished out to meet her frigging fingers.

Mike moaned around his mother's tongue and his hand pressed

harder into her cunt. Donna lifted her crotch into his hand,

twisting as she jacked off his clothed cock.



"OOOOH, don't cum," she mewed breathlessly, suddenly dislodging

her tongue from his mouth, breaking the kiss. "God, you're

dick is so fucking hard, Michael!"



Mike had tasted the juices of his mother's cunt on her lips and

his cock had grown a bit harder as she squeezed. His hand between

her thighs was moving now, sliding up and down with increasing

pressure. He could feel that the tight crotch of her panties was

moist now.



"Take it out, Michael" Donna hissed suddenly, trying to open his

pants with her hand. "Oh M-Michael, Goddamnit! ...take it out for

me!"



Her son got unsteadily to his feet, staring at his mother's

made-up face while he hurriedly fumbled with the zipper. Her

face--the way she looked, and the way she was made up...her

lipstick, her eye shadow, her jewelry--screamed out to be

completely soaked in his cum...spurted at, and shot onto. His

rock-hard erection literally sprang out of his pants, bobbing

stiffly up and down. And as it bobbed, it threw beads of pre-cum,

dispersing into the air right in front of his mother's slutty

made-up face. Donna made a low purring sound as her eyes fastened

on it, staring in pure slut lust at it sticking

straight out from his opened zipper like that.



During the time his stiff shaft finally popped free from the

confined prison of his pants, Mike had averted his eyes away from

his mother's sexy face for only a moment. He stared down at his

mother's writhing hips and her wet, glistening pussy, fighting

the disturbing urge to just plunge his aching boner into her,

repeatedly, and without mercy. But then, to his shock and

surprise, he was startled into focusing his eyes back onto

Donna's face when she had suddenly and brazenly grabbed his

stiff, exposed dick, and began frigging it off, up and down. His

gasp came in a mixture of sudden blood rush, staggering sexual

electricity, and total ecstasy from the effects of feeling his

mother's grasping, soft hand making contact with his exposed

erection for the very first time. Mike felt he would spurt off

right there and then.



"Don't cum," Donna gasped, now frantically fucking her hand up

and down on her son's bloated boner. "Don't cum! Oooh no, please,

Michael... don't cum!"



"...*gulg*...m-mom...You gotta stop, m-m-mom!" he growled.



"Oh, please don't cum," she continued to beg, moaning over and

over, her hand jacking faster and with more urgency on the stiff

boner, which jutted so obscenely from his opened zipper that it

made her weak just to look at it. Pre-jit leaked out copiously,

almost shooting out, and coated her hand as she slid it fluidly

up and down over the aching head.



Donna's eyes seemed vacant as she stared at her son,s cock, her

fist wildly jacking up and down on his sticky-wet swollen boner.

Her lips were parted and her breathing was heavy and fast,

causing her covered tits to lift and fall visibly. She wanted his

hot jit to spurt out forcefully against her face. She felt that

if she didn't feel it striking and soiling her slut face soon,

she'd surely faint away!



"Oh baby," she panted. "It's so swollen up!" Her slick hand

feverishly continuing to tug and jerk off his boner, made

loud slurping noises as it fucked up and down the stiffness.

"It's sooooo swollen," she repeated in a tortured moan and with a

sexy, feminine throb in her voice that made Mike moan. "Y-you're

not gonna shoot off, are-are y-you?"



"Mom, be-be careful!" he warned.



Donna didn't heed his advise. She jacked faster, concentrating

her efforts just on his squirting cock head for the moment,

squeezing it hard on each up-stroke. Mike's pre-cum fluid flowed

like water now. The wet squishing sound produced by this obscene

hand-job filled the room, and grew louder as she shamelessly beat

off her son's hard, cum-coated dick head.



"Oh FUCK, mother!" Mike just about shouted, his voice mixing with

the slurping sounds emanating from the frig-off he was so

thoroughly being subjected to.



"OHH! Please! Please don't shoot off!" she moaned again, this

time more breathlessly, her wildly pumping hand almost a blur on

her oldest boy's shaft.



Mike's tortured mind raced, trying to make sense of what was

happening here. "What was she doing?" he thought to himself. His

mother begging him not to shoot off, while she so shamelessly

jacked his blood-engorged boner, was driving him crazy. This

pushed him just about to the edge of his endurance, and his balls

began to explode as he stared at her full, panting lips.



But, Donna knew exactly what she was doing. She knew she was

making him crazy, and she further knew that she was coaxing his

balls to blow a hot load all over her face. She wanted it to

happen. She needed it!





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"Oh hell MOM!" he groaned loudly as his nuts began to burst. "I-I

c-can't stop it!...FUCK! ...I-I-I can't stop it!!"



He was going to shoot off so hard and there was nothing he could

do about it. What he felt during the spit seconds his nuts

finally did explode, floated between excruciating pain and

unadulterated pleasure. What fueled that intensity was the

realization that he was going to explode his hot, pent-up jit

against his own mother's slutty, made-up face! His brain flipped

out. He couldn't believe that what was about to happen, was

actually GOING to happen. But yet, here was his own mother; her

lips painted red and pouting. Her eyes shaded with sexy eye

shadow, and her lashes long and fluttering with mascara. A wet

dream come true. Her slutty hoop earrings whipped back and forth

due to the frantic whorish movement of her jacking hand. His own

mother; egging on the inevitable by moaning and mewing, as her

hand shucked and frigged his painfully stiff boner, which pointed

rigidly at her face. That was all he could take...



"Y-You're m-making me shoot...*pant*...off! MOM! Y-You're jerking my dick

Off-f-f-f! AHHHHHH!!!" Mike screamed in guttural sexual

anguish.



Donna's cum-sticky hand pumped furiously on the stiff dick, which

jutted straight out from Mike's open pants like a hard pipe. The

first copious explosion of sperm blasted from the aching head of

his dick, into her already scummy fist, as she closed it over the

exploding head on the up stroke. The freshly-shot pulse of cum

helped in further lubricating her pumping hand, because then, as

her hand smeared the jizz from that first powerful shot all over

the shaft on the down-stroke, a new fat ribbon of pent-up fresh

semen suddenly exploded full force from the head, shooting out of

his flaring piss hole.



Donna got just what she wished for. It spurted violently, striking

against her lipstick coated lips, with an audible splash. She

screamed in lust when that happened, and it made her jack his

dick all the harder. Donna knew at that moment she was in for a

major cum wash from her son...she knew there would be a lot...and

it was just starting!



"OOOooh NO Michael! she screamed, her cunt throbbing into a

spontaneous orgasm as that thick streamer shot against her lips.



"Don't cum, please!" Donna begged, now with a string of her son's

sperm draped, and hanging obscenely across her parted lips.



Donna's pussy contracted in spasms, but through it all, she kept

up the relentless begging for him not to cum. She knew it was

helping to fuel his orgasm into the best cum he had ever

experienced. And it was just a handjob! Her son's blown jit now

dripped in strands from her parted lips, while her body tingled.

She again concentrated on the head, squeezing hard while roughly

jacking it, as another voluminous shot of her son's spunk

ejaculated right into her pumping fist, on her fingers and even

spraying out from between them.



"ARRRRGHHHH" Mike bellowed, twisting his body in delicious agony,

as his mother tugged on the exploding head of his aching boner.

She then pumped her cum-slick hand back, violently jerking the

shaft up and down, beating it off with the intent of causing her

son as much agony and pleasure as she could administer.



"AHHHHH, ARRGH, MOTHER!" he wailed, gazing in heated astonishment

at his mother's now cum-shot, made-up features, while continued

to ejaculate all over her face and her still-covered tits...Her

blouse was being pelted and soiled by stray shots of his cum.



Over and over again, hot cum shot violently from his dick

splashing hard against her panting lips and across her face, as

she beat him off mercilessly. Donna gave a low yelp as the creamy

semen splashed onto her forehead, her fist beating on his cock

faster yet. She really felt like such a dirty slut now!



"Oh, Oh, OOOH" she yelped as each incestuous ribbon of her son's

semen ejaculated in hot succession against her lipstick-painted

lips, her cheeks, her hair, and even her ears. During one creamy

ejaculation, highly propelled cum shot against her earring,

causing it to swing back and forth, while other shots sailed past

it. After the one shot hit her earring, a long elastic gob slowly

dripped from the hoop, down onto her shoulder. She was the

picture of a hot slut, and Michael took it in as his cock

continued to ejaculate all over her sexy face.



"Michael! M-MICHAEL!" she groaned. "So much.. so much cum!"



"Oh ...*spurt*...sshhhittt... *spurt* ...mother," Mike grunted

breathlessly, as he watched the last smaller blasts of sperm hit

his mother in her face.



"You made me shoot off on-on-your f-face...AHHHH...I ruined your

make-up!!!"



When it was all done, Donna's face showed the damage from a

variety of artistic splashes, as a result of making her oldest

son ejaculate. It wasn't bad enough that she had done it to her

other boy, yesterday. Now today, she was painted in her older

teenage son's liquid excitement. All due to her sluttish,

incestuous advances and behavior! Her features were covered in

different ways with boy cum; peppered with small dots, streaked

with long lines, blobs of varying size, and stings. Cum had

spurted against her eye make-up. It strung across her lashes,

clinging to the hair. It hung in long elastic drips from her

lips. It coated her ears, and dripped off of her hoop earrings.

Erratic long spurts had hit her cheeks, her chin, the tip of her

nose, causing lines of various thickness. But, there was no denying

it; she was completely covered. Almost every inch of her visage

was splattered with sperm from her son's forced orgasm.



They were both breathing hard, as things quieted down.



She sat there panting, her breast heaving under the soiled

blouse, while intermittently looking at his cock, and back up at his

face. Her fist, still gripped his cock, remained somewhat in motion,

pumping erratically, trying to make Michael's dick shoot more semen.

But, it was all over. Panting, Mike looked down, gazing in awe at what

she made him do. He looked at his freshly shot sperm dripping from

her jacking hand and her beautiful, panting face, and he moaned

anew.



"Oooooo, beautiful," Donna murmured, his cock drooping slightly

in her fist when he finished coming. "Right in my face, baby! I

love it! Oh, God, how I loved feeling it spurt against my skin!"



A drop of cum juice was beaded on his piss hole, his cock still

almost hard. Donna leaned forward and flicked the drop of cum

from the tip of his cock with her tongue.



"Fuck me, Michael," Donna breathed, her eyes flashing up at him,

while his freshly-blown cum dripped from her face. "Fuck Mother

now. Please, fuck me! I must have your dick in me NOW!



Donna lifted her legs high, her hands almost tearing her flimsy

cum-soaked panties in her haste to get them off. Tossing the

soiled panties onto the floor, she lay back on the couch again,

her legs spread as wide as they could go. Her cunt was glistening

and pulsating from the orgasms she experienced while jerking Mike

off.



Mike, more excited than he had ever been, was no longer in awe.

His cock quickly jerked back into full hardness, standing almost

against his stomach. For just a moment, all he could do was stare

at his mother's deliciously exposed cunt.



"Fuck me now, Michael," Donna pleading through gritted teeth.

"Oh, baby, fuck my Goddamn cunt! Mother's cunt is so fucking hot!

Shove your cock in my wet pussy and fuck me...NOW!"



Mike moved. He crawled between his mother's legs, his cock

bouncing up and down - to and fro. Donna grasped his prick,

steadied it, and shoved the head against her pussy. As she rubbed

it over her clitoris, she gasped in pleasure. She spent a few

moments just jerking him off against her clit. This started them

both moaning. She thought for a fleeting moment about just

jerking him off against her throbbing cunt...making him shoot off

against the swollen lips of her vagina, and her distended clit.

But finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She fit her son's cock

between the fiery lips of her cunt, sucking in her breath, and

arched her eye brows in pleasure-pain as the head spread the

lips, and slipped fluidly through the opening.



Donna lifted her hips, sliding her cunt onto her son's cock,

hissing as her cunt stretched around the throbbing, invading

hardness. Her eyes rolled as Michael's cock penetrated her cunt

completely. The roughness of his pants, scratching her

inner thighs, along with the feeling of the zipper rubbing

against her vaginal labia, was exciting Donna to no end. In her

mind, it heightened the experience. It described the sexual

urgency. The need to bring him off the way she had just done, and

then to immediately have him plunge his dick into her cunt,

without taking the time to remove any of their clothes,

emphasized the gut-wrenching, animal passion of it all.



With his cock deep inside her boiling cunt, Donna wrapped her

legs about her son, locking her heels across his back. She hugged

his shoulders, his face pressing against her still hidden tits.

His own cum, shot during his orgasm all over her blouse, smeared

against his face now. She held him tight for a long minute, her

cunt working, flexing at the base of his cock, nibbling with soft

heat. Her son's breath fanned through her blouse, searing her

tits.



"Now!" she moaned, his slowly congealing sperm still splattered

all over her face and across her mouth, as his hard boner stabbed

into her grasping pussy.



Donna's hips began thrusting up and down, pushing her cunt onto

his hard-on. For a minute Mike just went stiff, the pleasure

flooding his senses, then he started moving, fucking his mother,

his cock rushing down to meet her up thrusting cunt. Matching the

rhythm, he began pounding his cock into his mother's hungry cunt

with a frenzy. The moist, sucking sounds sent erotic enjoyment

flowing through Donna. The sounds increased her own passions and

she began banging her hips frantically against her son, her cunt

gripping at his stabbing cock.



"Oh GOD!!" she screamed while violently ripping her blouse open,

the fabric wet and stained from the jit of her son's recent

voluminous ejaculation. The buttons flew in every direction and

landed noisily, as her son's stiff dick stabbed repeatedly, and

with force, into Donna's frothing pussy.



Her full, round, firm tits were free and bouncing naked with the

force of the fucking she was receiving, and she pulled Mike's

face into them. As her son pounded into her cunt, she grunted

from the force. She wanted to scream and yell and urge him on,

but her voice didn't seem to work. All she could do was grunt and

moan and whimper and shake, her ass rolling and twisting and

pumping.



Donna's face was a mask of lust. Mike's jit still clung to her

lips, slopped all over her cheeks, clinging to her eyelashes, and

hanging in nasty strands from her earrings. Looking at the

condition of his mother's face, all streaked and dripping with

his own spunk like that, made Michael hotter. It made him screw

her harder with every thrust. The spent cum on her face, blouse

and jewelry continued to shimmer and coagulate, while he

relentlessly stabbed his stiff dick in and out of her clasping

cunt.



Michael shoved his hands down his mother's sides, grabbing at her

churning, naked ass. He dug his fingers into the stretched flesh

of her ass, holding on tightly. Donna felt his cock growing

inside her cunt. Her mind whirled, her eyes rolling about. Her

son's cock, banging powerfully into her cunt, caused her tits to

jiggle and her head to bang against the arm of the couch. She had

never been fucked so powerfully in her life!



"Oh god, Michael!" she wailed, as cum dripped into her mouth from

her lipstick-coated lips, "Fuck the piss out of meeeeeee!!



She was only vaguely aware of the door opening and someone

entering the living room. Then she saw her youngest son standing

there watching her getting fucked by his brother. But at this

point, Donna didn't mind Tony watching her and Mike fucking so

wildly. In fact, it made her extra hot, knowing he was there, and

she began to cum, her cunt clasping in spasms about Michael's

cock. When she started to cum, the only sound she made was a

moan. But as the convulsions of her orgasm became tighter and

more exquisite, the moan increased to a low scream.



Meanwhile; at first, Tony had been standing in the room at a

distance, his jaw dropped in shock and amazement, as he watched

his fully-clothed older brother mercilessly ramming his exposed

boner into and out of his partially-clothed mother's cunt. But

then an excitement began to grow, initially burning in his head,

then quickly racing down into his loose-fitting trousers. Donna,

although in the midst of a tit-jiggling orgasm, took notice; her

eyes riveted to her younger son's eyes at first, but then

traveling down to stare in heated passion at the strained and

tented condition of his pants. As if in a trance--and as if his

steel-hard dick were a divining rod--Tony crossed the room

eventually finding himself standing next to the screwing couple.

He stared down at Donna's cum-covered face as if in pain. His

stiff boner now fully grown to an immense length, and standing

straight out from his crotch, consequently causing his loose

pants to tent straight out, stretched out right above his panting

mother. Donna looked up at Tony's grossly-distended pants and

gasped. Overcome yes, by the sheer size, but more sexually choked

by the way his trousers looked, sticking straight out that way.

It looked hot and obscene to Donna, and just the sight of it made

her pussy throb all the harder around her other son's stabbing

dick. Michael felt it, and stabbed her harder.



Her hand shot out and grabbed Tony's thigh. Her sharp nails

digging into the flesh right under the extending tent in his

pants. Trying to look around the protrusion, which at this point

was all but obstructing her view, Donna's eyes stared up into his

young face, unseeing, her face contorting into a mask of agonized

sweetness.



"Ohh -- ohhh!" she screamed softly, her head twisting now. Her

dark hair partially unraveling from the haphazard way she had it

pinned up. Curly locks fell down slightly, while being shaken

loose from the violent fucking she was receiving. Her bangs

fanned about her face. Her hips churned in desperation to keep

her orgasms going. She looked erotically disheveled.



"Oh, God! Ohhhh, God!" Donna cried uncontrollably.



Tony pulled his mother's fingers from his thigh, bringing her

hand onto his tented crotch and curling her manicured digits

about his stiff, pants-covered cock. Through her orgasmic

ecstasy, Donna began to squeeze his cock right through his pants

as her other horny son continued to bore into her exploding cunt

with his rock-hard cock. Her orgasms seemed to be one enormous,

drawn out spasm. Her lithe body shook violently beneath Mike's

thrusting frame. She closed her hand tighter on Tony's

cloth-covered boner and threw her head back. She screamed loudly

as a final orgasm shot through her, just as she felt a surge of

pre-cum squirt heavily from Tony's throbbing boner, right through

the material of his pants into her frantically squeezing fist.



Somewhat out of his head, Mike continued fucking into his

mother's cunt, his cock swelling. With a grunt, he rammed her

hard and deep, holding himself there, gripping Donna's shaking

ass tightly. Cum juice spewed rapidly into his mother's greedy,

hot cunt, spurt after spurt filling her.



Donna felt him spurting inside her pussy.



"Ohhhh, yes!" she screamed. "Cum, baby, cum! Oh, I love it!"

P-Please don't stop! Make it come right out of my mouth!"



But finished, Michael slumped heavily on top of his mother,

gasping for air. His cock slipped out of her pussy and dangled

along the crack of her burning ass. Donna kept her hand on Tony's

blood-choked hard-on, the other sliding into the waist of

Michael's pants and under his shorts. She squeezed the flesh of

his young ass.



Donna smiled dreamily up at the face of her youngest, the tip of

her tongue moving slowly over her lips. She tasted a drop of

semen at one corner and her smile spread wider. She moved her

hand on Tony's cock, rubbing it up and down and feeling the

length through his tented pants.



"Mmm...You feel so good to me, Tony," she purred softly. "I love

to feel your cock." And I love to feel myself cum. I love it --

all of it."



"...And yesterday was nice, too," she added.



"Do you wanna do it again, hmmm? Donna groaned. "Do you want to

shoot off on mother's face again?"



Not expecting an answer, she continued to frig off Tony's dick,

fucking it up and down through his pants. He thrust his hips out

and forward, so his stiff cock would protrude even more obscenely

straight out from his crotch under the fabric of his pants,

also;so it would be more accessible to his mother's hand. Donna's

eyes began to sparkle again, and a rejuvenated lust quickly took

hold in her pussy. Sliding her hand between Tony's thighs, she

cupped his ass and pulled his fabric-covered cock forward. She

kissed the swollen head tenderly through his pants, her lips

parted slightly. The tip of her tongue pressed for a moment at

his piss hole, then she shoved his cock up and out of her way,

kissing his sweet, young, hairless balls through the fabric of

his trousers.



Closing her fist again about Tony's cock, she said in a husky

voice, "Michael, let me up, baby. I've got to clean my face."



But Tony was having none of that. "Wipe your face on my pants,

damn it" he rasped, his cock juicing up the inside of his slacks.



She smiled naughtily, then lifted herself up to a seated position

using Tony's rigid, clothed cock as a kind of handle, so now her

face was level with his protruding crotch. With a small feminine

cry, Donna rubbed her cum shot face all over Tony's stiff

cloth-covered erection. She wantonly rubbed his brother's spent

ejaculation, which had been shot so plentifully all over her face

earlier, into the fabric of Tony's tented trousers. This, along

with the pre-cum his dick was shooting on the other side of the

saturated fabric, made the cloth even wetter, more slick, and

that much easier for Donna's frigging fist to jerk off the stiff

shaft through his pants. Suddenly, that wet, sloshy sound echoed

in the room again, and was growing louder...Along with it, their

breathing grew louder.



Feeling more wicked now, Donna's hand gripped and jacked her

youngest son's clothed erection insistently. And as the nasty

noise got louder and sloppier, Donna seemed to grow increasingly

more determined, and dirtier. She wanted to be bad, and appear

more like a dirty, nasty insatiable slut to her son. She wanting

to make him pop off in his pants. She wanting his cum to shoot

straight through his fucking pants and against her lips...against

her entire face, while he watched.



Michael had moved from between his mother's legs and was sitting

at the other end of the couch. His cock, dangling from his pants

through the open zipper, still glistened with the juices of his

mother's cunt. His dick began to twitch back to life while he

watched his mother work on Tony. He couldn't help it. What his

mother was doing to his younger brother was...it was...well, in

his mind, it was beyond slutty! His prick stiffened into a fresh

erection very quickly.



Donna, slut-like and showing absolutely no shame, jacked

frantically on her other son's stiff dick. Inside his pants, his

pre-cum continued to flow copiously, and mix with the jit she had

rubbed from her face onto the outside of his trousers. This

further lubricated her hand, and spread the slick wetness over

Tony's hard, concealed boner. They all could begin to make out

every line, every vein, every contour of his bloated dick. His

pants had become so wet, that the thin, saturated cloth was

sticking, and clinging to the stiff shape beneath it. Almost

every inch of the rigid, throbbing member could be seen in detail

from head to base, all the time with Donna's hand pumping it,

making it stick more. The slushy jack-off noise grew even louder.

Fresh cum could be seen bubbling through the fabric at the top of

his erect penis as she squeezed and jacked the base. She quickly

slid her jacking hand up the stalk, squeezing the bulbous

squirting head at the top, and worked the bubbling pre-cum into

the fabric under her pumping fist. Besides the cum, her make-up

and lipstick smeared and smudged the outside of his cum soaked

trousers.



"Oh shit, m-m-mom," Tony panted. "Wh-wh-what are you doing to

me?...Fuck!...You goddamn slut! Jerking me off in my pants?

FUCKING HELL!



Knowing he was close, she began to beg and moan. And, just as she

had done with her other son, she begged him not to shoot his

load, knowing full well that it would have the same

effect...producing the same results as it did with his brother.

Even Mike's breath quickened hearing her beg. He started jerking

his own cock while watching and listening to his mother...



"Oh Tony," she panted. "You're not gonna cum, are you?" Her hand

jacking frantically on his pants-covered erection, which stuck

straight out from his groin, and into her pumping wet fist...



"T-Tony...please don't cum! Please don't do this?" Donna whined

with a sexy pout and that all-too-effective 'throb' returning to

her voice. Her eye brows arched high, in a convincing expression

of fear and longing. "P-please don't shoot off in your pants!"



The pace of her pumping hand quickened, as Tony grunted and

started to buck his hips, fucking his covered cock into this most

obscene handjob.



"Mom! I'm-I'm-I'm gonna...gonna shoot off if-if you don't quit

it!!!" Tony warned, his hips fucking forward more insistently,

shoving his long, stiff boner out, pushing it closer to his

mother's slutty, sperm-streaked face.



"Oh GOD, this is so-o-o-o fucking dirty!" she thought as her

youngest son's dick squelched more pre-ejaculation fluid through

the fabric."SO fucking dirty!!"



The tip of his concealed cock speared onto the surface of her

cheek, and sloshed around her panting mouth, as she felt him

shove it onto her face in an effort to stab it, pants and all,

through her parted lips and into her hot mouth.



She moaned as he mindlessly fucked his cloth-covered boner up

against her face. With every thrust of his pelvis, Donna moved

her cum-smeared face around the protruding, invading erection, as

Tony frantically pumped his hips. Pre-cum trails were being left

all over her lips and cheeks in its wake. Donna wanted this

badly, she realized. She wanted to smear her lips and cheeks in

his seeping, oozing ejaculation, while she made his dick exploded

inside his trousers. Her lips kissed the squirting head through

his pants as she jacked the stalk harder.



With her lips formed into a perpetual kiss, she rubbed her face

back and forth, and all around over his protruding pants, while

her hand jerked the stiffness underneath, all the time moaning

and begging as Tony fucked his hips against her features.



"Oooooo Tony! PLEASE don't do it baby!! PLEASE don't shoot off on

your mother's face through your pants! No-o-o-o!



In total contrast to her pleas for mercy, she then began raining

hot and juicy, wet kisses repeatedly all over the cloth-covered

head of Tony's cock, leaving perfectly-shaped lipstick marks all

over the fabric. It was Tony's fantasy literally coming

true.Watching his mother do this, even though she was doing it

through his pants, made him almost want to faint. His voice

cracked as he yelled in heightened teenage ecstasy.



"Oh fuck!...Kiss it off, mother!... Kiss it off!"



Donna reveled in this dirty situation of her own doing. She was

so sexually hopped-up, and she wanted to see this hot and nasty

incestuous act through to its completion. She wanted her son to

blow his full balls through the thin cloth of his stained

trousers, and all over her face. Yes. She desperately wanting to

do this to him...to make him do it to her, RIGHT NOW! She felt

like a complete fucking slut doing him this way, and she fully

embraced the naughtiness of it all.



"OOOOOH MOM!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" Tony screamed, his

bloated nuts finally exploding as hot cum squirted forcefully

from his confined cock head, bubbling straight out through the

fabric and against his mother's slut face.



"Oh God, TONY!...mumph...mulph...blaph!" she blathered

incoherently, while not only jerking up and down on the aching

shaft, but now whipping it, dragging the stiff, ejaculating

cloth-covered cock frantically back and forth across her panting

face like a mad woman...his cum oozing and bubbling out through

the material of his pants with every pulse, smearing and

literally dripping from her features now, as she frantically

painted her face with the squirting tip.



Caught up in the sheer debauchery of this indescribably dirty

thing she was doing to her youngest son, Donna suddenly became

aware of something wet and hot repeatedly striking the side of

her rouged cheeks, while also pelting against her ears and

earrings. She turned her head slightly to the right, only to

witness a ribbon of hot cum issuing from the gaping piss slit of

another stiff dick, except this shaft was sticking straight out

from an open zipper fully exposed, and in the beginning phase of

orgasm. The ribbon of semen struck the side her nose, and

melted down onto her pouting lips before dripping down onto her

bare tits, as she frigged Tony's cloth-covered, spurting cock up

against her mouth.



"Ooooh!" she yelped, taking another fresh, wet shot of warm boy

cum across her lips.



Michael had gotten excited watching his mother do this nasty thing

to his brother. She had no idea how long he had been standing

there, jerking off, next to her and Tony. But there he was... right

next to them, his stiff dick rising menacingly up and out of his

pants and being feverishly jacked through his hand. And for the

second time in less than an hour, Donna's face was receiving another

cum shower from Mike's fresh boner.



Mike's red, exploding dick was not only squirting cum against

her cheeks, lips and ears--along with slopping onto her dangling

hoop earrings again--but his propelled sperm was also shooting

out onto Tony's pants, as well. This made things even hotter for

Donna. Her mind was overwhelmed with perverted lust. Here...her

eldest son's hot semen was pelting her face, along with shooting

onto his brother's trouser-tenting erection. Meanwhile, Tony's

cum bubbled and virtually spurted out through the fabric of his

straining pants, as his mother jacked his clothed erection all

over her face. Donna's hand, her face, and Tony's pants became

coated by the other boy's hot sperm and, as a result, made much

slicker, making the perverted clothed handjob she was performing

on her youngest all the more debase and slutty.



"Oh FUCK!" she wailed in a throaty voice, her body going over the

edge of orgasm. Somewhere in the back of her short-circuiting

mind, she could hear both boys bellowing out their orgasms.



Donna simply went nuts, and her pussy squirted in response to all

of this perversion. With sensory overload in mach drive, her

exposed tits shook and bobbled as she jerked off her youngest

son's cock to an explosive orgasm right through his pants--right

onto her face and lips...Donna took it all in, while she felt the

cum of her eldest boy viciously striking against her face, and

slopping over her pumping hand as well, only to be mixed with the

filtered sperm of her youngest, as he pushed and smeared the

mixture all over his mother's panting mouth and face with the

head of his clothed cock.



At one point, Donna formed her lipstick and cum painted lips into

the shape of a perfect oval, and plunged her mouth down over the

exploding head of Tony's cock. Donna then frantically fucked her

lips up and down on his wet, slippery pants-covered

dick--essentially raping her mouth by shoving half of the length

in and out, pants and all--with every bob of her head. She was

sucking the shooting cum right through the fabric and into her

mouth, while hot, wet sperm from both her boys' frigged-off cocks

dripped down her face.



Donna's choked and stifled screams of lust could be heard coming

out from around the invading length of Tony's clothed prick. Her

head bobbed wildly, madly as cum bubbled and foamed out between

the tight seal of her lips and the stiff shaft. Tony helped by

fucking his hips out and shoving his dick into her mouth,

rhythmically meeting her plunging lips with every stroke. This

forced more and more of his hidden boner into her slut mouth. He

shot three or more volleys of hot cum through the stretched

cloth, straight into his mother's sucking mouth that way...



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Donna swung her legs over the edge of the couch, giving Tony an

exciting display of her hairy cunt before getting to her feet.

Her blouse was torn open and her arching, firm tits stood upward,

the nipples still very hard.



"Don't go away boys, hmmm?" she murmured. "I'm going to wash my

face--IF you don't mind now, Tony--and I'll be right back. Wait

for me...promise?"



Mike and Tony, grinning proudly, nodded their heads. Donna bent

from her waist, kissing the tip of Tony's still-hard cock through

his ruined pants with a flutter of her tongue, cum still melting

down her face, coating her neck, splattered on her earrings, and

striped through her hair. Then she did the same thing to

Michael's cunt-wet, sloppy and dripping cock. Both boys watched her

walk away, her ass swinging tightly. She paused at the entrance

of the hallway, looking over her shoulder at them, her eyes were

still very hot.



"I'll be right back, guys."



She gave a saucy twitch of her ass and moved out of sight.



"Hot damn!" Mike exclaimed.



"I told you... didn't I?" Tony returned in a typical chiding

tone. "I told you what Mom did to me. Do you believe me now,

Mikey? What a fucking slut!"



"Yep, she's good, alright. That's for sure!" Mike responded. "Mom

is, without a fucking doubt, one hot piece of ass."



Tony snickered. "How in hell would you know? The only hot piece

you've ever had was your fist."



"Yeah, yeah," Mike laughingly retorted. "Why don't you go change

your pants, squirt. I think it looks a little obvious; don't

you?"



They grinned wickedly at each other, knowing that their mother

would soon be covered in their sperm again.





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