Sunday, August 14, 2005


Billy sat watching, his cock throbbing inside his pants, his eyes big and round, glittering with excitement. The very long, very slender legs of his mother moved snake-like as she turned and danced slowly. Her ass bunched and relaxed.
This wasn't the first time she had danced before her son with such erotic, teasing movements. She had danced for him many, many times. She loved watching his cock become hard inside his pants, knowing he wanted to stick it to her, to fuck her. Turning her young son on, knowing he was ready to shove his hard cock up her cunt, excited her .
You really love to watch me, don't you, honey?" she asked in a low, whispery voice.
Billy nodded, swallowing as his eyes followed his mother's hands.
She slowly slipped one hand between her thighs, then rubbed along her cunt. Her hips moved as she rubbed at her cunt two or three more times. She couldn't rub much more because she might come. Dancing for her son this way not only made his young cock stand up, but sent a fire through her cunt. Tracing a fingertip along the outlined slit of her pussy, she stared hungrily at the visible throb of her son's cock. Despite his hands, she could see the roundness of the prickhead, the length of the cockshaft. The wet heat of her cunt increased, and, when she moved a fingertip along the edge of the tight crotch, she could feel wetness on her thigh. She watched her son's hand start to close around his bulging cock, then stop.
"Grab it, baby!" she hissed, the words coming out before she could choke them back. "Grab it now!"
She swung her hips in a slow, tight circle, trying to work a finger into the crotch of her shorts. Billy, seeing this, slipped his hand over his throbbing cock.
Oh, baby!" she hissed, dropping to her knees before him. With her eyes staring at his bulging cock, she placed her palms on his thighs, and slowly caressed upward. She gasped, held her breath, then gasped again. "You're really hard this time, aren't you?"
She closed her fist about her son's cock, testing the hardness by squeezing. The prickhead seemed to bulge more, and a clear bead of liquid bubbled from his piss hole. With her fist tight around his cock, she pressed down hard, bringing a groan of rapture from her son.

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If he had been a man, she would have run from the room at once; but he being only a young boy, she felt no fear, only a keen interest in his youthful prick, which now stretched his pajama bottoms upward, tent-like. She looked long and hard at his stiff prick-bulge, all the time licking her lips and rubbing her thighs together. Finally, she worked up enough courage to reach down and pull his prick out of his pajamas.
Hot to the touch, the fucker reached high enough to give her the shivers. She had never seen such a large cock on a young boy. She had to keep reminding herself that he was only young and far from dangerous.
"My, Teddy, you do have a stiff problem, don't you? Would you like Granny Jean to take care of it for you? I'm pretty good with young boys with your problem."
"I wish someone would take care of it," he said. "I'm tired of beating off."
Smiling warmly, Granny Jean bent over and wrapped her lips around her grandsons .....