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Chapter 7 Donna stripped her panties off and dropped them to the floor. She could not resist taking a quick suck of her son's cock, and the slight taste of shit served to excite her. She nuzzled into his cock and balls, looking up at him with smoldering eyes. "Do you mind the things I do with you, Billy?" she asked. "I don't mind at all, Mother," he said. "I like it." "You don't think I'm horrible because I suck on my finger after I've had it in my ass, or cunt? Or suck your cock after you've had it in my asshole?" "Mother, you can do anything with me, you know that." "I hope so, baby." "What are you thinking of doing now, Mother?" "Nothing, really," she said, smearing her lips along his cock and balls. "No more than we've done already." "I doubt it," Billy said, pushing his cock and balls into his mother's face. Donna licked her ton...

Chapter 6 Donna sat on the toilet watching her son shower. The way the water ran from his cock excited her. It was almost as if he were taking a piss. She wore a pair of panties, tight and low on her hips. She had already bathed, and had scrubbed her son before he finished his shower. His cock and balls were beautiful, she thought. So young, yet so wonderfully satisfying to her. Billy faced her as the water cascaded from his head, running down his young body. She stared at the way the water came off the head of his cock, imagining he was taking a delicious piss. She shoved her hand out, cupping his balls gently, caressing them. "It looks like you're pissing," she said softly. "I love to watch you take a piss, baby. There's something so exciting about seeing that golden, hot piss spurting from a cock." Billy turned around, and Donna's hand slipped over his hip to his ass. He jutted his ass back. "Like that ass, Mother?" "Mmm...

Chapter 5 Sometime later, Donna was stretched out on her bed. Billy was with her, sitting at her side, his knees crossed. He was wearing only his jockey shorts again, at her request. She had not told him why, but he didn't care. Whatever his mother wanted him to do, he was more than willing. Donna was very pleased with her son. He had, in this one day, brought some of her best fantasies alive, gave her tremendous pleasure. She knew there was nothing she could say or do with him that he would refuse. It had been a long day, yet seemed to have passed in only a few hours. It was after midnight, and both were tired. Donna lay naked on her back and they could see themselves in the big mirror. "I never did suck your cock off, baby," she said softly, caressing her own tits gently. "I jacked you off in my face, and you fucked me between my titties, and came in my face again. I fucked you on the couch, sitting on your cock, and then you fucked me up my ass ... b...

Chapter 4 They had a late dinner. Donna could hardly believe they had been at it so long, that her son was still eager and willing. She wore a man's shirt, white, which failed to conceal the lovely cheeks of her ass or the curls of her cunt. The three top buttons were left open, and her tits peeked provocatively at her son everytime she leaned over. She knew how she looked, and she could see the interest in her son's eyes. Wearing something that revealed while it teased had value, Donna knew. Eliciting expectations was more exciting than showing total nakedness, sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. Billy was in his shorts, a white pair of jockey shorts that cupped his cock and balls sweetly. She loved to see the bulge they made, the way his ass was framed in them. After she had cleaned and straightened the kitchen, they went back to the living room, where she turned on a light. Then, with her back to him, she bent far over to select something for the stereo. Bill...

Chapter 3 Donna hugged her son about his hips tightly, her palms clutching at his naked ass. The feel of his cock and balls pressing against her was delicious. With his pants and shorts at his knees, still wearing his T- shirt, Billy looked more desirable than if he had been totally naked. "Say something dirty to me," Donna whispered, looking up at him. "I love it when someone talks dirty to me, baby." "How dirty, Mother?" Billy asked, grinning wickedly. "As dirty as you want," she replied, hugging him tighter. "Say all kinds of things to me, like fuck and cock and cunt and ass and ... oh, everything!" Billy squirmed as she held his lower body against her cheek. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, then pressed her face hard at his cock and balls. Donna loved the heat of his cock along her cheek, his balls on her shoulder and neck. She ran her hands up and down the cheeks of his ass, waiting for her son to talk dirty ...

Chapter 2 Donna didn't think her son was ashamed of being fucked by her, but she had had to let him know she wasn't. As she bathed, she smiled to herself. She had been dancing suggestively in front of him for some months now, not really knowing what would eventually happen. She had known it excited him, and dancing always made her feel passionate. When she had lifted her cunt off him, she had seen the wetness on his fly and jockey shorts. There was no doubt in her mind that Billy had never been fucked before. She was, though, surprised that his cock had remained so hard after coming so much. Donna had fucked a few men, but no one had ever kept a hard-on after coming off the way her son had. And he came so much, really squirted it out. She had read or heard someplace that a man came only enough to fill a tablespoon. Whether that was true or not, it wasn't the case with her son. She was sure he could have filled three or four tablespoons, and it was thick and hot. Ev...