Taboo Christmas Page 9

  I watched in stunned silence as they continued their game. This time Jane won and it was Paul who had to remove his jeans. After that the girl had a brief streak of luck and my son was soon left wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.

  However, the tables finally turned and Jane was forced to remove her bra. Her enormous young tits tumbled free. The sight of her topless body was enough to cause Paul's cock to rise like a thick flag pole through the opening of his underwear. His organ stiffened even further when Jane removed her panties during the next round.

  Paul finally lost his boxers, and the two of them were totally naked. The game was over, but Jane kept shuffling the deck, even though there was nothing left to play for.

  Or so I thought.

  "Blackjack!" cried Paul, and Jane slumped in defeat. "Now what prize do I get for winning this hand?" He stroked his chin thoughtfully as he looked the girl up and down. "I know! Spread your legs apart so I can get a better look at your pussy."

  Without a word of argument, Jane leaned back on her elbows and pulled her knees up. The tops of her thighs pressed into the soft swells of her huge tits. The smooth pink lips of her snatch parted.

  "Mmm, very nice." Paul got up on his hands and knees for a better view.

  My breathing quickened as I watched my son's hard cock and heavy balls sway back and forth. To my horror, my pussy gave a hungry twinge.

  Jane wiggled her hips as Paul ran his fingers across her velvety slit. "Stop that!" she said. "You're only supposed to look."

  Paul gave her clit a playful flick and laughed when she shivered with pleasure. "Did you really expect me to keep my word? You already know I cheat at cards. Besides, I can tell your pussy is just begging to be stroked."

  "No it isn't," she said coyly.

  "Oh really?"

  She bit her lower lip and nodded.

  Paul ran a finger down the velvety swell of her mound until he found her drooling opening. With an effortless push he was knuckle-deep inside her.

  "Oh!" Jane groaned. Her head tipped back and her blonde hair shivered across her shoulders. She instinctively arched her hips so she could take more of him inside.

  My son moved his finger in and out of the girl's wet hole with cock-like thrusts while his thumb massaged her stiffening clit. Just when it seemed like she would climax, Paul pulled free with a juicy plop.

  "Okay, now it's your turn to deal," he said nonchalantly.

  "You're such a tease," Jane panted. "If you think I'm picking up those cards again, you've got another thing coming. You're going to finish what you started, buster."

  "Finish what?"

  She sat up and pushed my son onto his back. "Don't move a muscle. I'm getting on top."

  Paul laughed and obeyed as she straddled his hips. Instead of impaling herself on his cock—the most obvious choice—she scooted up the length of his body until her oozing cunt hovered over his face.

  "Kiss it," she demanded. "Kiss it all over, and show me how much you love it. And don't you dare stop until I tell you."

  Paul raised his head to his girlfriend's snatch. Soon the room was filled with the wet sounds of his eager smooches.

  "No, not like that," she huffed. "I want French kisses."

  "French kisses?"

  "Yes. Put your tongue inside me. Wiggle it around until you make me come."

  The instant Troy stuck out his tongue, Jane uttered a ragged cry. I couldn't believe I was watching my son enthusiastically eat his girlfriend in front of me. What kind of a mother was I to keep staring at this intimate moment and not give them their privacy?

  As hard as I tried I couldn't look away.

  Paul's tongue slithered up and down Jane's furrow before disappearing into her creaming hole. The filthy little minx groaned joyously as she turned her hips in tight circles and rubbed her hairless mound across my son's lips. "Yes, just like that! Oh, God! Don't stop!"

  Paul reached up to pry her folds farther apart. His thumbs converged on the tiny bud of her clit so he could massage her as he continued to lick.

  Jane's body arched. Her dusky nipples stood rigid atop her flawless breasts as she rode my son's face with increasing vigor. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

  My pussy convulsed as the scene played out in front of me. With each passing second my panties grew damper and damper. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself raising the front of my dress so I could rub at the needy ache between my legs.

  Jane's pert buttocks gave a final shudder. She uttered a soft cry and toppled onto the mattress beside my son. Her eyes fluttered shut and she cooed in happy contentment.

  Paul sat up and licked the pussy juice from his lips. "Okay, I did my part, now it's your turn. Get up on your hands and knees so I can enjoy that juicy ass of yours."

  With satiated laziness Jane rolled over and pushed her rump into the air. She was completely exposed—from the puckered opening of her tiny anus, to the engorged lips of her dripping labia. The insides of her thighs gleamed with the juices of her orgasm. The cream ran in long, sticky rivulets down her legs.

  Paul got up on his knees and positioned himself behind her. His enflamed cock jutted out, leading the way. He ran a slow finger along the dark, tight opening of her butthole.

  "That tickles," Jane said with a delighted giggle, and pushed backwards so she could tease more of his fingertip inside her.

  Her giggle turned to a gasp as my son let his cock drift up the length of her pussy.

  "What are you doing?" she squealed. "That wasn't part of the game."

  Paul ignored her and worked the swollen head of his knob between her plump pink lips.

  By this time I had slipped my whole hand into my panties. My thick bush was already matted with my juices as I cupped my cunt and rubbed myself furiously.

  Inch by slow inch my son pushed his veiny shaft into the girl's tender hole.

  "Oh, Paul, that feels amazing," she moaned. "I can feel you so deep inside."

  Jane's glistening nether lips sucked and clung to Paul's massive length.

  "You like that, don't you," he said, giving her buttocks a playful smack. His other hand rested in the small of her back; his extended thumb moved in slow circles across her anus. The side of Jane's face was pressed against the mattress. Her brow was furrowed in deep pleasure. "So good," she gurgled in a distant voice. "So fucking good."

  The sight of my son's prick blurring in and out of his girlfriend's cunt was a vivid reminder of how my own evening should have ended. I should have been the one receiving an enthusiastic fucking.

  Hiking my dress around my hips I gave in to my wanton urges. The heel of my hand rubbed hard against my clit as I plunged three fingers inside my gushing hole. I timed my thrusts so they matched each shove of my son's cock as he reamed his girlfriend. Every time he plowed into Jane, it was like my own hungry cunt was being filled.

  "You're … gonna … make … me … co-oo-oome," Jane cried, her voice breaking each time my son's cock slammed home.

  My knees felt weak at the sight of the couple's raw sensuality. I had to lean against the door frame to brace myself. My fingers made sloshing sounds as I ravaged my pussy. Both Jane and I whimpered together in sympathetic ecstasy. How the kids managed not to notice me was nothing short of a miracle.

  The girl's orgasmic shrieks filled the air as she reared up on all fours. I uttered my own gasping groan and hunched around my fingers as I convulsed in my own blissful release.

  "Come inside me!" Jane sobbed. "Fill me with your cum!"

  Her desperate, pleading voice worked its magic on my boy. I saw the tips of Paul's fingers turn white as he clutched Jane's hips in an even tighter grip. His thrusts stopped abruptly and he roared like a lion as he exploded into her pussy.

  Jane came again. Her cries of pleasure joined Paul's as his hot load flooded inside her. I could almost feel the spurting jets of his jizz as I watched. As the cream of my own arousal poured between my cupped fingers a terrible thought possessed me: I imagined it was my son's cum dripping
from my hole.

  Was it wrong of me to feel jealous that I wasn't the one receiving his hot load?

  Paul finally pulled his wilting cock free. Jane slumped onto her belly across the bed as if her life-support had been disconnected. She was breathing hard. Strands of long blonde hair clung to her sweaty brow. There was a drunken smile on her face as she looked back over her shoulder at my son.

  "That felt fantastic," she panted.

  Paul beamed proudly, hands on his hips as he surveyed his handiwork. Thick rivulets of cum oozed from his girlfriend's swollen cuntlips. "Looks like I gave you more than your tiny little pussy could handle. Maybe I should plug you up again before you leak all over my sheets."

  He reached down and pressed a finger into the mess, scooping his ejaculate back inside her.

  Jane giggled and writhed against his hand. "I can take everything your horny balls dish out … and more."

  "Not today, babe. I don't think I could fit another drop inside you, even if I tried."

  Jane gave her ass a provocative wiggle. "Sure you can."

  "It's standing-room-only in your pussy," Paul said. "But I can think of another place in need of a proper filling."

  "Oh yeah?" Jane licked her lips in anticipation. Where's that?"

  Paul grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her back towards him. His half-hard cock glistened with their mingled juices. Jane gasped when she felt the wet press of his bulbous tip against her anus.

  "Paul! What do you think you're doing back there?"

  Instead of answering, my son began to rub himself against her tight brown hole, forcing himself inside. Even in his softened state he managed to squeeze the first half-inch of his flaccid tip into Jane's clenched asshole.

  The poor girl groaned.

  Paul's face was red with excitement at the prospect of exploring what I'm sure was a new frontier for him. To my amazement I watched his cock rapidly stiffen again. He kept trying to push into his girlfriend's rectum, but his efforts were clumsy and ineffective.

  Where Jane had previously enjoyed herself, she now thrashed and squirmed in discomfort. "Paul, stop it!"

  "What are you complaining about? You're the one who asked to be filled again."

  "Not like that!"

  It was obvious to me—a woman of the world—that my son didn't have a clue about anal sex. A cock as big as his wasn't meant for an opening that hadn't been properly loosened and prepared. If I didn't step in and stop him before it was too late, he was sure to do his girlfriend an injury.

  Plucking my hand from my soaking cunt, I smoothed my dress over my legs and pushed into the room with righteous indignation. "What on earth is going on in here?"

  Both heads spun in my direction.

  "Mom!" Paul cried, freezing in place.

  "Mrs. King!" Jane shrieked.

  I couldn't tell if the shocked expression on the girl's face was caused by my unexpected appearance, or if she was still traumatized by the pulsing cock half-buried between her supple cheeks.

  I put my hands on my hips and glared at the two shocked nineteen year olds. "I can't believe this is happening under my own roof! What do you two have to say for yourselves?"

  "M-m-mom, we were j-j-just…" He yanked his enflamed organ from Jane's anus and began to shrink immediately, almost as if the sight of me was equivalent to an ice-cold shower. "We were only…" His voice faded as his half-formed excuse died on his lips.

  "Only what?" I was filled with a motherly rage that was partly the result of my own gnawing need for the same kind of dicking that Jane had received. "Only fucking like a pair of wild animals? In my home? After curfew?"

  "I think I'd better leave," Jane said in a meek voice. She crawled across the bed and reached for her clothes.

  "Don't move a muscle, young lady," I said, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You're not leaving this apartment until we get this matter sorted. Now sit down and don't say another word."

  Jane abandoned her undergarments and sat obediently on the edge of the bed. My son's cum continued to dribble from her juicy cunt. The sight of all that precious seed filling another woman's pussy sent a stab of jealousy through my body. It was bad enough that I'd been so horny when I came back from the restaurant. Stumbling upon the rutting pair had only enflamed my passions, and it was difficult for me to work up the ire I knew I should be feeling for the two curfew violators.

  I turned towards my son. "What were you doing?" I snapped.

  He moved his hands to cover his crotch. Thanks to his impressive length he only managed to hide the top half of himself from my view. His long tip and dangling balls continued to distract me. "We were playing cards," he said.

  "It seems like a whole lot more than that."

  "All right, fine," he admitted. "We were playing strip cards."

  "More like fuck cards if you ask me."

  Jane winced at my harsh tone. "No, Mrs. King. It was making-love cards."

  I snorted at her weak attempt to make the situation sound better. "What would your mother say if I called her right now. Do you think she'd be very pleased if I told her what you were doing with my son?"

  The blood drained from her face and her lower lip began to tremble. "We didn't mean to do anything wrong, Mrs. King. I swear to you. We sort of got carried away, that's all. Please don't call my mom. I promise this won't happen again."

  The poor thing looked like she might burst into tears at any moment. It wasn't my intention to make her upset. All I wanted to do was give her a stern warning.

  "I suppose I can let you off this time," I said. "But if you're going to play games after curfew, be sure to lock the door. You should also learn to hide the evidence of your shenanigans better."

  "Evidence?" Jane said.

  "My son's cum is still oozing out of you."

  Before I realized what I was doing I reached down and swiped three fingers up the length of Jane's cunt, scooping up a creamy glob of Paul's cum along the way.

  Her green eyes went wide, and she twitched at my touch. "Mrs. King!" she gasped, horrified.

  "I can't send you home to your mother when your pussy is dripping like that. I don't want her to think I condone this kind of behavior under my roof. You need to dispose of this mess. And I think I know just the way to do it." A new horny urge possessed me as I held my slickened fingers under Jane's nose. "Lick Paul's cum off my hand."

  Jane was so stunned that she had no idea how to react. She hesitated and stared down at the sticky white fluid. "I … I can't, Mrs. King."

  "Why not? You were the one to help make the mess."

  "Licking it up doesn't seem like a very nice thing to do."

  "Nice? I'll tell you what's not nice. It's coming home to find my son and his girlfriend screwing around when the two of you should be doing your homework. Does your mother even know you're here? Maybe I should speak to her."

  Jane clasped her hands together. "No, please, Mrs. King. Don't get my mother involved."

  "Right … then do as I say or this will be the last time I allow you to visit."

  She shot a tentative look at Paul, and then stuck out her tongue to lap away the mixture of girl- and boy-cum that coated my hand.

  I'm not proud to admit it excited me to have the young woman suck my fingers clean. But when she was done not a single drop was left.

  "There's still more," I said, gesturing at her glazed pussy. "Clean yourself up properly."

  Without a word of protest Jane dipped her hand between her legs and slurped up the rest of the cum that spilled from her.

  I wasn't sure my punishment was effective enough because she seemed to enjoy the taste of her love-making.

  Another jealous pang shot through me.

  When Jane's smooth snatch was wiped clean, I grabbed her underwear off the bed and handed them to her. "Put these on and get dressed."

  She stuck her feet through the leg holes, one at a time, but the moment she stood up, more of my son's jizz poured from the lips of her cunt and dribbled into
the gusset of her panties.

  Paul hadn't been kidding: he truly had filled his girlfriend to the brim. Either she had a very short vaginal canal, or my son had ejaculated like a stallion.

  Jane blushed as she looked up at me. "Sorry, Mrs. King, I'm still leaking."

  "I guess you better sit back down until you get it all out."

  She plunged her fingers back inside, but it was a fruitless effort. "I can't reach," she said. "My fingers aren't long enough."

  "With so much cum filling you up, I hope you're using an effective form of birth control."

  "Birth control?"

  "Yes. You're on the pill, I hope."

  She shook her head.

  "What about an I.U.D?"

  "No, Mrs. King."

  I turned towards my son, stunned. "Your girlfriend isn't on birth control and you're not using condoms? Don't you know how dangerous it is to have unprotected sex?"

  "Condoms feel terrible," he said. "There's no sensation at all."

  "How could the two of you be so careless and unsafe? I'm going to be a grandmother before I turn forty!"

  "Oh, we've been safe, Mrs. King," Jane said eagerly. "You don't have to worry. I've been keeping track of my cycle on the calendar. I only have sex with your son when I'm not feeling fertile."

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. What was wrong with the education system that two young people could get all the way through high school and be so inept at preventing a possible pregnancy?

  "Well we can't leave the rest of your semen inside Jane," I told my son. "That's a recipe for disaster. You have to get it out of her right now."

  He looked confused. "What's the point? All we have to do is buy the plan-B pill tomorrow."

  We lived in a small town, which meant the pharmacy was closed over the weekend. And Monday was a civic holiday. Tuesday would be the earliest time that he and Jane could take action. "No," I insisted. "This isn't something that can wait."

  "Yeah, well there's not much I can do, Mom."

  "Oh, yes there is. You can get down on your hands and knees and suck the rest of your cum out of her."

  Paul's eyes widened in alarm. "What the hell, Mom! No way! I'm not doing that!"