The Amazin’ Amazon Mom Does the punishment fit the crime?,
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It’s all pretend, folks.
Justin Papamarkakis was looking forward to an easy summer sitting by the pool. It was his last summer at home before moving on to college, and he’d already enjoyed all the pre-graduation and post-graduation parties to the fullest, with plans to enjoy the rest of the summer similarly.
But his mother had a different plan.
Which was why he was currently cleaning out the men’s locker room at the Amazonia Gym. He picked up another towel and threw it in the basket, grumbling to himself. Yes, the gym paid for that pool he spent so much time sitting around, as well as the jeep he drove, and yes, it was also paying for the bulk of his future college education, but that didn’t mean Justin enjoyed spending time there. Not when there were parties to be enjoyed, women to be swept off their feet, and friends to hang out with.
Diana Papamarkakis had decided, however, that her son was going to spend his last summer after high school working. At the gym.
Justin wished he could say no to her, but he didn’t know a man alive who could give his mother such an answer, himself included. She was tall and beautiful and aloof, and men did whatever they could to impress her. Her approval was something Justin considered very important. He was an only child, raised by a single mother who referred to her son occasionally as a ‘youthful indiscretion.’ He didn’t know his father, had never met the man, and Diana had never been very forthcoming. Nor was she particularly warm and maternal, come to think of it. She had used a hands-off approach to parenting; she spent most of her time ensuring that her business was run well and substituted gifts for emotional intimacy.
He wondered when she first asked him to start at the gym if his upcoming departure for college had awakened some desire, after eighteen years, to manufacture some kind of closeness between the two of them. He hoped it was so, deep in his heart of hearts, but wouldn’t have admitted that hope even to himself. Which was just as well, all things considered. Already, the second week of July was ending, and he’d barely said more than two words to his mother at all during work hours.
His dark eyes swept the locker room and noted with relief that there was nothing left to pick up. He would run the laundry basket down to the washers in the basement, then come back to mop the room. To remind himself, he crossed the tiled floor and dragged the mop and bucket out of the utility closet, leaving it in the center of the room.
There were certain benefits to working at Amazonia. The pocket change he earned was one. Put gas in the jeep and paid for beers, at least. That Aerosmith concert coming up, too. All the gym’s equipment, including the Olympic size pool, was available to his use. Not so different than not working there for the owner’s son, but it still qualified as a perk.
Then there was the eye-candy. A stream of nubile, hard bodied and hot blooded women passed in and out of the halls of Amazonia. Halter tops, biker shorts, sports bras, tanned and tall and short and thin and long-legged and big-titted women. So much to look at, day in and day out. And, despite the parties and a certain level of athletic prowess and popularity at school, Justin remained a virgin. He’d had opportunities to be sure, but he’d never been able to close the deal. And working at the gym gave him a great deal of fuel for his fantasies.
Janine Smith, for one. Now that woman was a milf and a half. Six feet tall, blonde and busty, with a deep golden tan. She was nearly forty, older even than his mother, but she was smoking hot. Then there was Lena Chao. Twenty-something with waist length black hair, almond shaped eyes, and a petite but lush frame. Or hell, even Marjorie Klim, one of the gym’s personal trainers. You’d never think a chick named Marge would be such a babe, but her short red hair, milky complexion, and gray eyes were hard to miss.
Yet not a single one of them could hold a candle to his own mother. But a son wasn’t supposed to look at his mother the way Justin sometimes looked at Diana.
Whistling to himself to dispel dangerous thoughts, Justin guided the laundry basket out of the men’s locker room and down the hall to the women’s. He knocked lightly on the door and asked if anyone was in there, but expected no response. The gym had closed nearly a half hour ago, and he assumed everyone had cleared out already. Even the bulk of the crew was gone, leaving just himself, the ‘towel boy,’ and his mom in the building. The wheels on the basket groaned as he pushed the door open and guided the cart into the locker room.
The women’s locker room was slightly larger than the men’s, with beige tiles and burgundy lockers. Justin would have said ‘white’ and ‘red,’ but his mother was quite specific, so beige and burgundy it was. The women’s room also tended to be cleaner than the men’s, which was fine with Justin. The less time he had to spend with a mop in his hand, the happier he was. He swept a towel up off the floor and threw it in the cart, then poked his head around a corner to scan the sinks and toilets.
Before he’d taken more than a step towards that part of the room, he heard humming. Justin paused, head cocked, and listened.
Lena Chao crossed his field of vision, coming from the direction of the showers. Her long, silky black hair was pinned up over her head, and a powder blue towel wound around her midsection. Every exposed inch of her skin gleamed with moisture. Beads of water decorated the slope of her neck and glimmered across her exposed cleavage. Her toenails were painted a bright blue, Justin noted, just as her humming stopped.
“Justin?” Lena asked, drawing to a halt. She put a hand on her hip and eyed him with a curious look. “What are you doing in here?” The angle of her hip allowed the edge of her towel to ride up slightly, revealing a little bit more of her thighs. The top of the towel did little to hide the valley between her breasts, either.
“Um,” Justin said, trying to meet her beautiful brown eyes, “I have to clean up.”
Lena nodded. “Shouldn’t you have knocked first?” she asked, but she didn’t sound perturbed. If anything, her tone was playful. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and approached him slowly, allowing her hips to swing with each step. Her breasts bobbed as well, barely restrained by the blue terrycloth.
“I, uh, I did,” Justin stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from the enticing cleft between her breasts.
“Hmmm,” Lena hummed, eyeing the young man up and down. “I suppose I didn’t hear you while I was in the shower.” She was an arm’s length away from him now, and Justin found himself looking down into her face. Her thin lips quirked into a strange little smile, and a bright light gleamed in her eyes. She stepped closer, and the smell of her fruity soap and her clean body hit him. The knot holding the towel in place looked extraordinarily flimsy.
Justin’s heart pounded in his chest. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. At the word ‘shower,’ he had unwittingly conjured up the vision of a naked Lena Chao, coated in soapy froth and water, scrubbing herself. He felt his shorts growing tighter.
Lena’s eyes dropped and one eyebrow went up as her smile broadened. Justin felt a dark flush spread across his face, and was about to retreat when one of Lena’s slim hands reached out and pressed against his chest, stopping him before he could move.
“I’m not embarrassing you, am I?” she asked sweetly. Her fingers, the nails stained the same blue as her toes, traced his pectoral muscle beneath the golden Amazonia jersey he wore. “Mmmm,” she hummed approvingly. “I’ve noticed you working out on the Nautilus machines,” she said, her voice so low that Justin had to strain to hear her.
“And I’ve noticed something else,” Lena added, stepping closer. Her palm flattened against Justin’s chest, and one bare foot pressed against one of his sneakers. The blood thundered in his ears. “I’ve noticed you looking at me,” Lena continued.
Justin’s jaw dropped. He tried to form an apology, but the words wouldn’t come. “I have to say,” Lena went on, still in that low voice, “I’m awfully flattered.”
With her free hand, Lena grabbed Justin’s wrist in a loose grip and brought it up to chest level. With a smile, she placed his palm on her breast. His hand cupped her tit of its own volition, a pleasant weight, and he felt the heat of her skin through the fabric of the towel. She leaned into him and he responded, bending down to taste her lips. Her free hand reached between his legs and caressed the growing lump in his shorts.
Lena’s lips parted and her tongue darted out, forcing itself between Justin’s lips. He sucked it into her mouth, unable to suppress a groan.
The locker room door banged open. “Justin, are you in here?” he heard his mother’s voice ask. He lifted his head away from Lena, eyes glazed with passion and blinking in confusion.
Diana Papamarkakis stepped around a row of lockers and froze, taking in the scene. She was a tall woman, with smooth olive skin tanned by long exposure to the sun and a mane of unruly black curls that spilled down her back, tied away from her face with a blue scrunchy. Eyes of stormy blue looked out beneath finely drawn brows. Her aquiline nose and high cheekbones accentuated her classical beauty. Full lips turned into a disapproving frown.
Today Justin’s mother wore a brief halter top that left her midriff bare and a pair of warm-up pants. She was athletically built and well muscled, toned and fit, but she was careful to maintain her womanly curves. Diana’s breasts were full and rounded and rode high on her chest, her waist narrow and hips broad, and her ass was tight and springy and sweetly rounded. Not that Justin ever noticed such things, but it was the truth.
Diana’s features changed from shock to anger quickly. As her brow darkened and her right fist tightened, Justin realized he was still cupping Lena’s tit, and Lena’s hand was still between his legs. He broke away from the woman abruptly, face turning red with shame and embarrassment.
“Justin,” Diana said sharply, “my office. Now.”
He had enough presence of mind to shrug an apology in Lena’s direction but darted for the door quickly. He knew from experience not to keep his mother waiting when she demanded something, and knew from the tone in her voice that there would be little point in trying to argue with her. Not in front of Lena, at least.
Diana watched her son depart the locker room, a cold fury growing in her breast. How dare that little tramp – with Justin! Beneath her roof!
Diana crossed the space between herself and Lena quickly, her warm-up pants whisking softly with each step. Lena crossed her arms beneath her breasts and looked up insolently at Diana. Diana resisted the impulse to slap the woman hard, to send her spinning across the room and crumpling to the floor in a heap. Instead, she growled, “I know all about you and your friends, Ms. Chao. Your business is your business, but you will not involve my son in any of it. Is that understood?”
Lena raised an eyebrow and took a step away from Diana. She looked the taller woman up and down. “My, my, Diana. You’re flushed. And shaking. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous.”
Diana gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. “I want you out of here in ten minutes. I’m revoking your membership.”
Lena shrugged and walked toward her locker. “Guess that one hit close to home, eh, Di?” She laughed.
Diana stormed out of the locker room, angrier than she had ever been before in her life. “That little bitch,” she fumed. Momentarily, she thought of Justin, but decided to let him stew in her office for the time being. Instead, she went to the front desk and waited patiently for Lena Chao to appear. She didn’t have to wait long. Lena appeared shortly thereafter, laden down by a heavy dufflebag, and sauntered out the front door as saucily and jauntily as she could.
Diana gritted her teeth, logged into the computer at the desk, and deleted Lena’s account. Cheap revenge, but she would take it. She locked the front door behind Lena, took a deep breath, and went to give her son a scorching lecture.
Something for which Justin was not the least bit looking forward to hearing. He sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs facing his mother’s desk in her sparsely furnished office and tried not to think of what Diana would say.
Instead, he found himself remembering the taste of Lena’s lips, the playful thrust of her tongue, the luscious weight of her tit in his hands, the press of her own hand on his engorged crotch. Her fruity, clean scent, and the way the harsh overhead locker room lights reflected provocatively off her moist skin. He’d played around with girls in his school before, but he’d never before been that close to a woman. A real woman, gorgeous and willing and not only aware of what she wanted, but skilled at it as well.
Despite his hurried retreat to the office, the hardness in his shorts had not flagged the slightest bit. A noticeable tent still distended his crotch, and Justin’s mind could not focus long on anything that might derail his lustful thoughts. He would sit through his mother’s lecture, mouth the right responses, and then he was going to search the member lists for Lena’s phone number and make a date to fuck her brains out. He was not going to miss this opportunity to be with a woman like Lena Chao, no matter what his mother. . .
The office door burst open behind him, banging against the wall as it swung outward completely. Despite himself, Justin jumped. Diana stormed into the room, crossing to her desk.
Justin tried to cross his legs to hide his erection, and folded his hands in his lap. A blush crept across his features.
His mother was terrible in her beauty. A few stray strands of midnight hair had freed themselves from their tie, and now framed her face in delicately curling strands. Her brows were drawn close, brilliant eyes stormy, and her lush lips turned into a disapproving frown. A slight sheen of sweat across the upper slopes of her breasts brought attention to her cleavage, barely restrained within her halter top, and her warm-ups rode low on her wide hips.
Justin held his breath as his mother leaned against her desk, her palms flat against the surface. Her posture forced her heavy breasts into prominence, practically jamming them into Justin’s face.
Inexplicably, he felt himself growing harder. A drop of sweat slid down his temple.
Diana stared at him for a long moment. Finally, she spoke, and though her tone was harsh, Justin thought he detected a hint of disappointment as well. “What were you thinking?” she demanded. Justin opened his mouth as if to answer, but Diana didn’t wait for him. “Do you understand the kind of responsibilities real work demands? You aren’t hanging out with your friends or cruising for chicks. You are at a job. And a job entails a certain level of behavior that I would expect you to adhere to. What you and that. . . that. . . that woman were going to do is called ‘fraternization.’ Do you know what that means?”
Once more Justin made as if to answer, and once more Diana didn’t wait for it. “It means don’t fuck the help,” she snapped. His mother didn’t swear often, and the shock of it should have been enough to make Justin’s cock wilt, but he couldn’t help but notice two dents forming at the peak of each of his mother’s breasts. The halter top was too thin to hide Diana’s own startling signs of arousal. Justin found himself wondering what was exciting her, rather than listening to her speak.
“And make no bones about it young man,” Diana continued, “when you’re on the clock here, you are the help. You may be the boss’ son, but that doesn’t give you license to think with your dick.
“Which leads me to issue two. Safe sex. Do you walk around with a condom in your wallet? Somehow I’d find it difficult to believe if you claimed ‘yes.’ But screwing a woman like Lena Chao without a rubber is a dangerous prospect at best. You’re starting college in a few weeks. Think: even if you didn’t contract some horrible disease, what would you do if she ended up pregnant?”
Justin found his voice. “Like you did?” he managed to cough out.
Diana’s eyes grew wide and her lips compressed into a thin line. When she spoke, her tone was slightly lower. “Yes, okay, perhaps I want to make sure you avoid some of the mistakes I made when I was your age. But you also have opportunities I didn’t have. I never went to college.”
Before she could continue, Justin interrupted her. He wondered where his words were coming from, or where the courage to say them originated. “So that’s what I am? A mistake?”
Diana reacted as if slapped. Her face flushed and the frown disappeared to be replaced with shock. “Of course not,” she asserted. “How could you think that? Justin, you’re my son and I want what’s best for you.”
“I’m a teenager Mom,” Justin said, “and I get horny. A lot! Are you telling me that the occasional roll in the hay is wrong for me?”
“Yes,” Diana snapped. “Especially with a woman like that!”
Justin rose to his feet, pushing the chair back with his knees as he stood. He still had to look up a few inches to meet his mother’s eyes, but it afforded him a better position to face her. “What’s wrong with a woman like Lena? I don’t like teenage girls. They’re too flighty. They don’t know what they want and they don’t know what to do when they get it. A teenage girl doesn’t have tits like that!”
Justin’s tirade surprised them both, but perhaps it surprised Diana most of all. When he stood up, raising his voice, she had immediately felt her temper raise to life once more, but then her eyes fell upon the distended lump in his shorts and she felt a sudden warmth in her belly, a decidedly unmotherly tingle that caused a lustful shiver to shake her athletic frame. That one glance told her that her son was extraordinarily blessed with size, much like his father had been.
With his final words, that warmth, that tingle intensified, and she realized with a start that Lena’s parting words had cut so deeply because they held more than a little truth.
“You like tits?” Diana heard herself say. The warmth spread throughout her body, through her limbs and head and chest. She felt sudden moisture between her thighs, and without thought she reached up and grasped the front of her halter top. With one sharp tug she shredded the fabric, ripping it open from top to base. Her heavy, pendulous breasts popped free of the restraint, bobbing on her chest, her nipples fat and distended with passion. “What do you think of these?”
For a long moment, Justin could only stare. Diana’s tits sagged just a bit, but that was due more to the effects of gravity than age. Her breasts were larger than he had imagined, as if the clothes she wore had been designed to minimize their impressive size, to hold back such magnificent specimens of womanhood. Her tits rode high and proud on her chest, full and slightly conical, two rounded and shapely hemispheres of flesh tipped by dusky, hardened nipples. They shook with each heaving breath Diana took.
Justin’s mouth was dry. His eyes locked on his mother’s tits. “Well?” she demanded. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“They’re. . . they’re simply amazing, Mom,” Justin finally coughed out. He risked a glance at her face, and felt a warm swell in his chest when he saw her dazzling smile. His mother didn’t smile at him often, and it was always something special when she did.
At Justin’s words, the warmth within Diana rose several degrees. She felt heat consuming her. It had been so very, very long since the last man. She shrugged out of the remnants of her halter. “Would you like a closer look?” she asked her son.
Justin reached out a tentative hand and placed it upon his mother’s right breast. Her nipple dug into his palm. He groaned, and was surprised to hear his mother make a similar sound. Her flesh was hot to the touch, hard and firm, a warm weight in his hand. Diana’s hand covered his own, and pressed him into her tit. He gripped her hard, digging his fingers into the firm but yielding flesh.
Diana felt faint. Her entire body felt as though it were aflame. Every nerve ending seemed to be firing at once, and Justin’s fingertips pressing against her skin felt as though they left scorch marks. Yet she felt giddy as well, light-headed and carefree. For so very long she had held herself apart from her only child, tried to keep him at arm’s length, and for what? Because she had resented his father, the way he had treated her, and she had punished her own son for that man’s transgressions. Foolish and small-minded of her, and now eighteen years of repressed emotion were being unleashed in a most unhealthy manner. Yet she couldn’t stop. Would not, for anything.
Justin shared none of his mother’s vague doubts. All he felt were sureties. This woman before him, the woman who had given birth to him and raised him from afar, was finally giving herself to him. It was unconventional, yes, but the rampant hardness between his legs didn’t care. All he knew was that finally his mother was showing him how she felt through actions rather than words.
For how long had he dreamed of this moment? This was Justin’s most secret, most depraved fantasy. Too see his beautiful, aloof mother laid out beneath him, her features contorted with lust for him. And yet now that the moment was upon him, he didn’t know what to do.
But Diana did. Her arm looped around him and pulled him close, into a tight embrace. Full tits pressed against Justin’s chest, and Diana dipped her head down to kiss her son. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, insinuating itself into Justin’s mouth. He reacted instinctively, returning her kiss with a ferocity that matched Diana’s.
Diana ran her hands up and down Justin’s back as they kissed, tongues dueling. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged it upwards, pealing it off of him. Justin stretched his arms up, letting his mother undress him, and broke their kiss so that she could yank the shirt off. Then she threw herself into his arms again and they continued their searing kiss, flesh pressed against flesh.
Diana pressed her palms against the hard planes of his stomach and caressed his muscles. He was so well-built, so strong, so lean. His dark hair and coloring came from her, but his rough features and raw muscularity must have come from his father.
She released him then, pushing him backward. Justin stumbled and sat down hard in the chair waiting behind him. He licked his lips, eyes glazed with lust. She smiled at him and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her warm-ups. “Are you going to finish what you’ve started?”
He nodded, grinning insolently. “I wouldn’t stop now for the world.”
It was what Diana wanted to hear. She kicked off her sneakers and swept her warm-up pants down her sleek, well-muscled legs to puddle at her feet. Now she stood before Justin in nothing but her pink panties. She tugged the scrunchy out of her hair and let her black mane fall around her face. The look of adoration mixed with animal lust that Justin gave her made Diana’s heart flutter within her chest.
She leaned towards him, placing her hands on his wrists where they lay on the chair’s arm rests. Her pendulous breasts bobbed before Justin’s face, while strands of her dark hair tickled his cheeks. Justin wet his lips with his tongue, his eyes riveted to the dusky tips of her swollen tits. Without needing an invitation, he ducked his head and tasted one delicately, his lips as forceful as a feather’s touch. Diana could not suppress a shiver of pleasure as her son’s lips fastened around her nipple. Justin began to suck lightly, nipping at her hardened flesh with the tips of his teeth. Diana moaned and bit her lower lip.
Justin sucked and nipped at his mother’s breast, his heart thundering within his breast. His blood roared in his ears, blocking out most of the sound around him, but he did just barely make out Diana’s gasps and moans as he worked on her flesh. He wanted to grab her hard, toned body and pull it against his own, but her hands kept his own planted against the arm-rests, and he could only look through the deep valley between her breasts admiringly. Her pink, frilly panties hugged her like a second skin and he wanted desperately to peel them off her and see the sacred place between her thighs.
His cock jumped and throbbed between his own legs with each ragged breath he drew through his nose. Diana tasted of salty sweat, the sweet fragrance of her understated perfume, and beneath that her own scent, at once familiar and alien to him. He switched to her other tit and bit her nipple lightly, sucking the swollen flesh into his eager mouth.
She pulled away from him. Justin released a small cry, like a baby denied its favorite treat. But Diana ducked her head down again and kissed him fiercely. The force of her assault pressed him back and rocked the chair, but he matched her passion with his own.
When she broke away to gasp for breath, Diana said, “Oh God, this is so wrong.” Her blue eyes looked deeply into Justin’s brown eyes. “We should stop.”
Justin felt sudden panic. “No,” he said, “don’t stop.”
“No,” Diana agreed. She kissed the hollow of Justin’s throat, her tongue darting out to lick him. “Don’t stop.” She kissed her way downward, pausing to tease his nipples with her mouth, and nestled her face into his abdomen.
Finally her hands released his wrists. Justin watched in rapt fascination as her hands reappeared at his waist. She found the clasp on his shorts and popped it, then slowly dragged the zipper down. Justin groaned as the pressure binding his cock was released. Then he groaned again as his mother’s hand dipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, under his boxers, and gripped his hardness firmly.
Diana looked up at him and grinned hungrily. She levered his cock free and it bounded up, nearly slapping her in the face. Diana gasped. The hard column of flesh rising from her son’s crotch was easily the largest cock she had ever seen. The flesh was red and angry, the swollen purple head nearly as large as a fist, and leaking copious amounts of clear fluid. Diana pressed her palm against the rampant head and rubbed the precum around, coating the mushroom tip and the palm of her hand equally. Then she swept her hand up and down the rod, making it slick with Justin’s own moisture.
She had to taste him. Her hand gripped the base of his cock. Her middle finger and thumb just barely touched as they encircled his girth. Her lips pressed against his cockhead, and she swirled her tongue around the purple flesh. Diana reveled in his musky scent, his total maleness, as she tasted his salty-sweet precum. She sucked the head into her mouth and began to slowly swallow more of his incredible cock.
Justin’s head lolled and his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his cock enveloped within the moist hot cavern of her mouth. Her tongue undulated against the underside of his cock, teasing him, while her cheeks pressed in against the sides and sucked him deeper into her mouth. When he felt his cockhead butt up against the back of her throat, he thought she would stop. But she went further, and Justin had the sensation of his mother’s throat closing in around his rampant cock. Her nose pressed against his abdomen once again, this time with his entire dick imprisoned within her mouth.
Then cool air caressed his cock once more, as with a sucking sound Diana rose. She allowed the head of his cock to rest within her mouth while she drew in ragged breaths. Then she swallowed him again.
Justin ran his fingers through his mother’s black curls. He pulled her hair away from her face to watch her devour his cock. His dick throbbed between her cheeks, and he felt the urge to thrust his hips. But this wasn’t his first blowjob, just the most amazing one, and he resisted the urge. “Oh God, Mom,” Justin moaned.
As though sucking her own son’s cock wasn’t intoxicating enough, the fact that he called her ‘Mom’ as she did it made Diana feel even hotter. The forbidden aspect, the taboo nature of the act, thrilled her to her very core.
Which was where she needed him now.
Diana released Justin’s cock from her mouth with a slurping noise. Justin groaned. She stood up, tits bobbing with the movement. “Get your pants off,” she ordered.
Justin quickly shed his shorts and boxers, moving so quickly that he managed to tangle his clothes and sneakers together and fell back into the chair. Meanwhile, Diana cleaned the clutter from her desk with one sweep of her arm. Justin admired the curve of his mother’s ass as she bent over. He licked his lips and disentangled himself from his clothing.
Diana turned around to give Justin further instruction, and found him standing naked before her, his massive rod pointed straight at her. Before she could form a word he closed on her, wrapped his arms around her and leaned in to kiss her. Diana found herself pressed backward against the desk, surprised and enflamed by Justin’s assault. She reached down and around to cup his buttocks and pull him harder against her body. His hardened cock nudged up against her stomach, leaving trails of clear fluid along her rock-hard abs.
Justin’s fingers danced across her skin, tracing the lines of her muscles as he explored his mother’s phenomenal body. She was tight and smooth, like a statue sculpted from warm marble. He kissed her throat and her collarbone, then traced his tongue along the slope of her right breast. He sucked lightly on the nipple, then continued down her ribs and nuzzled against her flat stomach. He heard his mother hiss as he pressed his cheek against her panty-clad pubic mound. Justin grinned when he felt his mother’s moisture through the thin panel of her panties mark his cheek.
Justin kissed the wet spot, eliciting another hiss of breath from his mother, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and ripped the flimsy garment from her body. Then it was his turn to make a sharp intake of breath, as he beheld his own mother’s pussy. The lips were enflamed, bright pink, and beaded with moisture. He saw the button of her clitoris peaking out from its hood, and above that a smooth expanse of flesh. His mother kept her pubis shaved clean. Justin licked his lips once more.
He fastened his lips on his mother’s pussy and lashed her clit with his tongue. A flood of moisture stained his chin as he went to work, nibbling and nuzzling her pussy, thrusting his tongue into her pink depths, caressing the pearl-like nub of her clit.
“Oh fuck!” Diana cried. Her thighs clamped tight around his head and she combed her fingers through his short dark hair, pressing his face against her steaming cunt. “Yes, baby, yes, oh fuck!” she moaned.
Diana threw her head back and released a wordless cry as Justin’s ministrations brought her to a shuddering climax. A delicious heat exploded in her pussy, sending spiraling tendrils of warmth throughout her body. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, her turgid nipples ached, tears of pleasure leaked from her eyes.
With effort, Justin extricated himself from his mother’s embrace. His face was slick with her pussy juice. He swept his tongue along his lips and chin to taste her once more and looked up at her.
Diana was breathing heavily, her tits bobbing with each desperate exhalation, and she looked down between her breasts at her talented son. A wide grin spread across her face. “That was beautiful,” she gasped.
“You’re beautiful,” Justin said, beaming.
“Thank you, baby,” Diana said. “Now get up here and fuck your mother.”
Justin smiled broadly and rose to his full height. With his mother seated on the desk, that left him looking straight at her tits. He kissed the sweat slick valley between them and grabbed her hips. Diana took hold of his cock with both hands and guided it towards her waiting pussy.
Diane levered herself backwards across the desk, dragging Justin along with her. He braced himself on the top and climbed up onto the desk and onto his mother. She spread her legs wide and then wrapped them around his waist as he knelt between them. The angry purple head of his cock nudged up against the pink lips of her pussy. Their juices commingled. Justin paused and beheld his Amazon mother laid out under him, waiting for him, needing him.
“Put your cock inside me,” Diane moaned. “Justin, fuck me. Fuck your mother!”
With an insolent grin that quickly turned into a mask of lust, Justin eased his thick cock into his mother’s waiting pussy. Heat enveloped him, moisture washed over him, tightness wrapped around him. The muscles of her pussy were just as strong and well trained as the rest of her body, and they gripped his cock hard, squeezing and caressing like fingers of velvet. Her pussy sucked him inside, deeper and deeper, and Justin gladly sank into his mother’s depths.
Diane’s ass squeaked against the desk top as she humped up to meet Justin’s thrust. She bit her lower lip as his girth spread her open and wedged into her, filling her up. It had been so long, and her son was so big, and the act was so intense, so amazing, so beautiful. She felt another climax flutter to life inside her, expanding like a wave throughout her body. And still her son eased into her, achingly slow, as if savoring every bare inch.
She felt his huge head nudge up against her cervix, felt the tight ring open wide to accept him, felt his raging cock ease into her very womb. She felt hot tears on her cheeks. She tasted blood as her teeth pierced through her lower lip. And then Justin bottomed out, his giant dick reaching to the very roof of her womb. Diane cried out, releasing a primal scream of lust that echoed in her small office. A third climax raged through her body. She tightened her thighs around Justin’s waist, pressed her calves into his chiseled ass, and thrust her tits into his chest as the pleasure exploded through her.
Justin watched his mother cum, eyes wide, amazed and entranced. He realized suddenly that he was in love with his mother, in love with the way her body felt against him and around him, in love with the way she responded to his touch. The woman who had rarely hugged him or kissed him when he was a child was now fucking him, and he could scarcely believe it.
He felt his balls tighten. He had merely entered her, and already he was so very, very close. Justin looked away from his mother’s lust contorted face, staring at the blank wall, and counted to ten. Her cunt tightened around him. She made small mews and cries that he barely heard through the blood thundering though his ears. He looked down, into his mother’s stormy blue eyes. She winked at him.
Justin slowly eased his cock out of Diane’s clasping pussy. He grinned at her and began to fuck in earnest, slamming his cock back home with a grunt.
“Yes!” Diane cried out. “Oh my fucking God, yes!” Strands of black hair clinged to her face, but the rest of her mane was spread out beneath her. She threw her head back and cried out, “Fuck me, Justin! Fuck me, baby!”
Like a good boy, Justin did as his mother told. His cock sawed in and out of her, thrusting and jabbing, piercing her deeper and deeper with each forceful stab. He slammed into the roof of her womb again and again, the spongy tip of his cock expanding each time it connected, and he felt as though his dick were getting harder and bigger with thrust. He couldn’t believe how hard he felt, how wet she felt, how tight her pussy was.
Again and again he fucked into his mother, growing more savage and desperate with each movement. Justin had no technique, no skill, no experience. But he had a great deal of exuberance and repressed emotion, and he slammed away with all the force he could muster. Every time he pulled out, his mother moaned, and each time he stabbed home she cried out. Her hips rose up to meet his with equal ferocity. A froth of their combined juices formed at their joined crotches, matting Justin’s pubic hair and staining Diane’s pubic mound.
Her tits bounced against his chest. Justin ducked his head on a downstroke and captured a nipple between his lips, sucking lightly. Diane’s fingers left his shoulders and found the back of his head, threading through his hair and kneading his scalp.
Her pussy tightened around his cock as a fourth climax roared through her body. Her fingers dug into the back of his head, pressing his face into her tit as she came. “Oh Justin, my baby, my son,” she groaned.
With effort, Justin pulled his head away from Diane’s heaving breast. He jabbed his cock deep inside her and held his cock there for a moment, her muscles clasping him tightly. “Mom,” he moaned, “I’m gonna. . .”
“Oh,” she said. “Let me see it,” she gasped. “Let me see you cum.”
Justin groaned. His balls tightened. He felt a tingling at the base of his cock. He yanked himself free of her pussy with a sucking sound and raised himself up on his knees. His distended cock pointed across his mother’s belly, throbbing and pulsing.
Diane raised her head, eyes bright, and stared at her son’s cock. It was slick and shiny with her juices, and its head looked as though it had swollen in size. The little eye winked at her, and suddenly a long arc of pearly white jism jetted from his cock, across her belly and tits. It splashed against her chin and lips.
Justin’s cock twitched again, sending another sperm laden stream to arc across his mother’s body. This time it splashed across her left tit, splattering her nipple. Another jet squeezed out, fired like a rocket from his balls, and painted her right tit. Cum sprayed from his cock and splashed across Diane’s body, again and again and again. The pearly substance was stark against her olive skin, and seemed almost to shine where it fell.
Even as he admired how beautiful she looked, sweaty and shaking with her hair in disarray and a wild look in her eyes, he continued to cum, spraying jism across her body in copious, viscous threads that pooled between her tits, the hollow of her throat, in her belly button.
Diane cooed and watched in rapt fascination as Justin came and came. His jism was hot and wet and gelid against her skin. She reached out and grabbed his cock, aiming it towards her tits. She eased herself up on her elbows and, opening her mouth, fastened her lips around his spraying cockhead. Cum coated her tongue, salty and bitter and delicious. She swallowed instinctively, just in time to catch the next wave.
Finally, heart breakingly, his seemingly inexhaustible supply of cum finally gave out. Chest heaving, Justin sat back on his haunches as his dick slowly softened.
Diane sat up, swallowed the mouthful of cum, and pressed her hands against her tits. She rubbed her son’s cum into her flesh then licked her palms clean. Diane traced her fingers through the rivers of cum staining her body and fed the pearly stuff into her mouth. When the moisture thinned, she moved across the desk and cleaned Justin’s cock with her lips and tongue.
He ran his fingers through her hair as she did, his breath rasping in his throat.
“Mom,” he moaned. “Jesus, Mom, that was unbelievable.”
Diane rose to a sitting position and looked her son in the eyes. He was already half-hard again from her mouth. The resilience of youth, she thought with a private smile. His father had been just as quick to recover. But he had never brought her to four of the most intense orgasms of her life.
Diane licked her lips. “Yes it was,” she agreed. “And it was only the beginning.”
