Taboo Christmas Page 10

  "You were the one who put it in there. You should be the one to get it out."

  "That's crazy!"

  "No it's not. You went down on your girlfriend earlier, and you didn't seem to have a problem putting your mouth on her pussy."

  "Jesus, Mom! You were watching us? How long were you standing at the door?"

  "Never you mind. We've got a real problem at the moment. Your girlfriend is at risk of getting pregnant and we need to get as much of your cum out of her as soon as possible."

  "I'm not going to suck up my own cum! No freaking way!"

  "It tastes really good," Jane quietly interjected.

  Paul scowled at her. "I don't care if it tastes like vanilla pudding. I am not doing that."

  I threw up my hands in frustration. I couldn't stand arguing with him any longer. Sometimes the boy was too much like his stubborn father. "Heavens above, do I have to do everything for you?"

  I knelt down on the floor in front of Jane and slid my hands up her thighs. She gasped in surprise as I parted her legs, but didn't resist. I rolled my thumbs across her sex and gently spread her petals to expose the dark, wet cavern of her hole. She'd done a good job cleaning herself up, but fingers weren't enough to get the cum still lurking deep inside.

  Suction was required.

  Paul couldn't believe his eyes. "Mom, I thought you were kidding. What the hell are you doing?"

  "If you're not man enough to own up to your responsibilities, then I'm taking charge. There's no way your girlfriend is going to get pregnant on my watch."

  I gathered up the hem of my dress and pulled the garment over my head in a single motion. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath and my uplifted breasts tumbled back onto my chest with a heavy slap.

  "Mrs. King! Why are you taking off your clothes?"

  "This is my favorite dress, Jane. I'm not about to gets sex stains all over it. Now keep your legs apart, and don't move." My thumbs converged on the lips of her pussy again as I lowered my head over her crotch.

  The girl had shaved herself so smoothly that there wasn't a trace of stubble on her mound. Her body emanated the sweet scent of youth, and the intoxicating fragrance of a freshly-fucked pussy.

  The last time I dared to go down on a woman had been during a drunken night of partying in college. I didn't want to admit it to myself at the time, but I absolutely loved the experience. Putting my mouth on this young girl's cunt would be like going back in time to my youth. Only today this pussy would come with an added bonus: A delightful cream filling. Yes … I knew it was my son's cum I'd be tasting, but somehow the naughtiness of my actions was too tempting to resist.

  Jane let out a soft moan when she felt my warm breath on her slit. "Just relax, dear," I said. "Let me do my job and I'll have all my son's semen out of you in no time flat."

  Her breath caught in the back of her throat as my tongue plowed the crease of her cunt. I dipped between her wet-lipped folds and lavished her with the kind of expert licks that only another woman could give.

  Nostalgic memories flooded back to me. The smooth curves and sweet perfume of another woman's sex was so much better than the pungent musk that came from going down on a man. And this girl had such a beautiful pussy. Her lips were so full and pouty; the inflamed red button of her clit stood proud as it protruded from its hood.

  I had to grip Jane's thighs tightly to keep her from moving around too much. She was trying to lift her ass off the bed to meet the stabbing thrusts of my tongue. I lapped greedily at her sopping hole, and it wasn't long before the syrupy juices of her arousal poured down my chin.

  Unable to resist, I closed my mouth around the berry of her clit, lavishing it with gentle sucks and licks, encouraging her to gush even more.

  Jane hunched over me, her legs quivering on either side of my head. "Mrs. King," she panted, "I can feel your son's cum so far up inside me. I think you need to push your tongue deeper to get it all. You have to go deeper!"

  I slurped and probed. The root of my tongue ached as I stretched it to the limit. To my delight I was rewarded with a thick drool of cum and cream: the mingled essence of my son and his girlfriend.

  Speaking of my son, I could only imagine what was going through his head as he witnessed his mother ravenously devouring the pussy of the girl he had just fucked.

  Was he horrified?

  Was he turned on?

  Jane sobbed with delight and arched backwards. Her nipples stood rigid on her enormous tits. She was on the brink of a huge orgasm. At any other time I would have happily let her gush all over my face. But it wasn't my intention to bring pleasure today. I had to teach the girl a lesson for having unprotected sex with my son.

  A moment before she climaxed, I abruptly pulled away.

  Jane let out a mournful moan and wilted. From the expression on her face I could tell she was still desperate for release. She bit down on the corner of her lip in a desperate attempt to prevent herself from begging me to keep eating her cunt.

  "Well, Jane," I said pretending to be oblivious to her sexual neediness. "That did the trick. I think we got all my son's cum out of you." I wiped my sticky mouth on the back of my hand.

  She nodded in reluctant agreement and whimpered a little.

  I turned my attention back to my wide-eyed son. He had flattened himself against the wall in apparent shock. Only his cock stood out, big and hard and bloated.

  God, he looked delicious.

  "Mom, I can't believe you did that!" he exclaimed.

  I couldn't let on how much I had enjoyed the taste of his cum as I sucked it out of Jane's sweet pussy. Somehow I managed to muster up some motherly indignation. "Yes, well, I certainly hope I don't have to do that again," I lied. "From this point forward you and Jane are forbidden to have sex unless you're wearing a condom."

  Paul groaned. "Mom, I told you before, condoms are too uncomfortable."

  "Then you'll have to do other things that won't get your girlfriend pregnant."

  "Like what?"

  "Well … anal sex, for starters."

  "We already tried that," Paul grumbled.

  "Yes, and you didn't do a very good job from what I could tell."

  Jane nodded in vigorous agreement. "Yeah, I didn't like it at all, Mrs. King. Paul is much too big to fit back there. It was painful."

  "It doesn't have to hurt if you guys do it the proper way," I told her.

  "I was doing it the proper way," Paul said with a note of irritation. "That's exactly how they do it in porn videos."

  Heavens, no! Was he really using porn as his guide to sexual expertise? Ugh! "Those movies are so fake," I explained. "Anal sex shouldn't be like that at all."

  "How was I supposed to know? It's not like there's anyone around to show me what to do."

  Another naughty thought flashed through my sex-starved brain—as if my brain hadn't had enough naughty thoughts already. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut, but I couldn't help myself. "If you'd like," I said coyly, "I could help instruct you kids on the proper method of doing things."

  Jane clamped her knees together. "No thanks, Mrs. King. Your son's not going anywhere near my butthole again. I didn't like it at all. Not one bit."

  "I understand, dear," I said, and reached to give her thigh a sympathetic pat. "What I could do instead is have Paul practice on me. Then you could watch and learn how to take a cock back there."

  Paul looked at me like I was crazy. "Mom! You can't be serious! Are you really saying you want me to…" He was so flustered that he couldn't bring himself to say the words out loud. In the end I had to say them for him.

  "Yes … I want you to put your penis inside my bottom."

  "Forget it! I can't do that!"

  "Why not?"

  "Duh! Because you're my mother, that's why."

  I stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards me before he could storm out of the bedroom. To my dismay his upstanding cock began to droop a little. Granted, it still had a long way to go before it was complete
ly limp. A very long way.

  "Look, I know it sounds weird," I said, "but it wouldn't be like we were having real sex."

  The disbelieving expression didn't leave his face. "How do you figure that?"

  "Because anal sex is different."

  "I don't see how that's possible. I'd still be inside you. I'd still be putting my cock in my mother."

  "Yes, but it wouldn't really count if all I did was teach you the proper technique."

  He remained doubtful. "No, I can't," he said, and tried to pull away again.

  I held tight. "Who else is going to show you how to do things properly? Jane certainly isn't experienced enough to know the ropes. All the porn you watch on the internet hasn't proved helpful. That leaves one person in the whole world you can count on for assistance: Me. Your mother."

  Paul shook his head, still resisting, but at least he wasn't trying to run out of the room anymore.

  I put a finger under his chin and tilted his head so I could look him in the eye. "I promise you it won't be weird. Once I've finished instructing you, I guarantee that you and Jane will have the best sex ever. And you won't ever have to worry about having babies by accident."

  Despite his doubts, I could tell that the enticing prospect of 'the best sex ever' intrigued him.

  "You're sure it won't be weird?"

  "I swear."

  He mulled the idea a few moments longer. "All right, fine," he grumbled. "What do I have to do?"

  A giddy thrill went through me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I couldn't believe my son was actually agreeing to my plan. I tried to convince myself that my motives were pure, that I was only doing this because I wanted him to have a happy and safe sex-life. But deep down I knew my desires were selfish.

  I knew from the moment I watched him slide his big fat cock into his girlfriend that I had to have him too. I knew I had to experience the same orgasmic pleasure that had brought Jane to such heights of ecstasy. After an eighteen-month sexual drought I needed to be fucked before I went crazy. At this point I didn't care whose cock was inside me. I didn't care if the cock belonged to my son.

  I took a deep breath to quell my rising excitement. "Okay, to start, let's all get on the bed." I tugged my sopping panties down my legs and kicked them aside.

  "Me too?" asked Jane.

  "Especially you," I replied. "I want you to see exactly what I do so you'll be prepared to take my son when the time comes."

  I got down on all fours in the middle of the mattress. My breasts hung heavy between my arms. I could already feel my nipples stiffening in anticipation of what was to come.

  "Do I have to wear a condom?" Paul asked glumly.

  I shook my head. "The most important thing here is lubrication. Do you have any KY jelly on hand?"

  "What's that?"

  "Never mind. We can use some saliva for the time being." I pushed my hips back and arched my spine so my anus was more accessible to my son. For one crazy moment I considered telling him to lick my butthole in preparation for his lesson, but perhaps that was a bit too daring. "What I want you to do is spread my cheeks apart and spit on my opening. Can you do that for me?"

  He gave me a doubtful look. "Uh, sure, I guess."

  A shiver went through me as he placed his strong hands on my rump and pried my wobbling cheeks apart. For a long time he did absolutely nothing. I wondered what was going through his head as he stared at the lips of my hairy pussy and the puckered opening of my ass. Was the sight of his mother's sex too much for him to handle? Was he freaking out?

  "Is everything okay back there?" I glanced over my shoulder and was relieved to see that his cock was steadily regaining its former glory. In fact, if I wasn't mistaken, he looked harder than ever.

  "My mouth is kind of dry," he croaked. "I don't have much spit to give you."

  I turned to Jane. "How about you, dear, do you have any saliva to spare?"

  She crawled around behind me and took up a position next to my son. I felt her warm breath between my cheeks as she leaned close and dribbled a slippery gob onto the center of my anus.

  "Good job, Jane."

  "Wow, your pussy sure is leaking a lot, Mrs. King," she said in awe.

  This was hardly surprising to hear. "Why don't the two of you reach down and scoop up some of my juices. That will help too."

  I expected them to resist, or perhaps be hesitant to do what I told them. But they each reached down, without question, and ran their fingers along my inner thighs. Their touch was electrifying as they gathered up the copious amounts of cream that poured from my eager and desperate hole.

  I was breathless when they were finished. "Okay, now rub that wetness around my anus until I'm nice and covered."

  I could have orgasmed just from the sensation of Paul and Jane's swirling fingers lubing my sensitive opening. My hands clawed at the bed sheets as I struggled to keep my composure.

  "The next thing we have to do is loosen me up a bit. You can't shove a cock inside before the sphincter is properly relaxed." I reached back and spread my buttocks apart, as wide as they would go. "Slide a finger inside me, Paul."

  He reached out and gently pressed against me. "Like this, Mom?"

  "Don't be shy, you can go deeper than that."

  I gasped as he plunged into me up to the second knuckle.

  He froze. "Are you okay, Mom?"

  "I'm good. Keep going. Just move a bit slower next time. Don't be so eager."

  I felt myself open up as he explored my dark canal, inch by inch. Soon he was buried as far as he could go. The sensation of being filled, no matter how slight, was heavenly. The muscles of my rectum began to loosen when I told him to wriggle his finger around. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning in delight.

  "Doesn't that hurt you, Mrs. King?"

  I glanced at her over my shoulder. The girl was watching the proceedings with slack-jawed wonder. "It doesn't hurt at all, dear. When you start with something small in your ass it prepares you for much bigger things later on. You'd be surprised how far your anus can stretch once you're properly relaxed. Just remember to do everything in slow stages and you'll find it's quite pleasurable."

  "Oh." She gazed at my penetrated rectum and licked her lips.

  I looked over at my son and was delighted to see a steady flow of pre-cum trickling from the tip of his penis. His face was flushed with excitement.

  "Okay, Paul," I said in a quivering voice, "try thrusting in and out of me. Yes … just like that."

  Under my expert guidance I encouraged him to insert a second finger. Then a third.

  I lowered my face to the mattress and gripped the sheets even tighter. I knew I had to hold off my orgasm until his cock was deep inside me. I couldn't surrender myself to pleasure when the lesson had barely begun.

  "Mom, I think your hole is starting to get bigger!"

  "That means I'm ready for you, dear. It's time to use your cock now."

  Paul pulled his fingers free and shuffled closer so the front of his legs pressed against the back of my thighs. I felt the brush of his big balls as they swayed against the lips of my drenched pussy. The length of his turgid cock nestled in the crevice of my buttocks.

  He gripped my ample hips and attempted to fill my butthole the same rough way he'd tried to fill Jane's.

  "No, Paul! Not like that! You're being much too eager. What did I tell you earlier?"

  "Go slow?"

  "Yes … go very slowly." I reached back and felt for his cock. The hot throb of his shaft in my tiny hand was enough to make me shiver. As I repositioned him away from my puckered orifice I couldn't believe I was actually going to put all of him inside me in a few moments. Would I be able to take every inch? He felt even bigger than he looked.

  There was no going back now. I'd come this far. I was damn-well going to give his cock the old college try.

  I dragged his bulbous tip up and down the drenched slit of my cunt until he was covered in my juices. I was so temp
ted to pull him into my needy pussy, but I knew I couldn't cross the line and do something so wickedly taboo. It was bad enough that I was about to let him fuck me in the ass.

  "Oh, Mom," he murmured as I held him against my pulsing asshole. There was so much lubrication that the head of his cock slipped into my opening with hardly any effort at all. Paul's fingers dug deeper into the flesh of my hips. "Mom, that feels so amazing!"

  "Keep pushing, dear."

  I knew it took a lot of willpower on his part to not plunge balls-deep inside me in a single stroke. The boy was definitely learning to be patient.

  As for Jane, now it was her turn to be wracked with envy. There was such a look of longing on her face when she saw the pleasure my son was bringing me.

  "How do you do that, Mrs. King?" she murmured. "How does your tiny hole take something so enormous?"

  "All you have to do is relax, dear."

  "Isn't it painful?"

  "No. It feels marvelous." I pushed back against my son allowing him even deeper into my canal. No other cock had ever filled me up so perfectly, so snugly. The heat of his meat inside me was nothing short of breathtaking. And there was still more of him to come.

  Paul uttered a gasping grunt as he slid all the way home. His crotch was snug against my ass. My pussy poured its wetness onto his dangling balls. I swear I could feel my son's cock in the middle of my chest, but I knew I was just imagining. I wanted to come so badly, so desperately, but somehow I resisted my primal urges.

  "Now start pumping in and out of me," I said breathlessly. "But remember what I said."

  "I know, Mom. 'Go slowly.'"

  "Good boy."

  Ever so gently Paul drew himself out until nothing but his bulbous head was left inside me. Then he pushed in again as far as he could go. After a few careful strokes the muscles of my asshole loosened enough for him to pick up speed.

  Harder and harder he pounded. Our mutual grunts and moans of pleasure filled the air. The sharp smack of his hips against the back of my legs echoed around the room.

  Jane was entranced by the sight of me getting fucked by my son, and whether she consciously realized it or not, she had slipped an eager hand between her legs to caress her own drooling cunt.