Chapter 4403 - SLUT MOMS MODEL

Alex Jordan had to hold his mother's hand during the last forty-five minutes of the flight into Curaçao.

The extreme turbulence and threatening storm didn't bother him. At nineteen years old, Alex just assumed that he was immortal and that nothing could happen to him.

It was his mother, Kristen, who was pale as a ghost and clutching the arms of her seat in a death grip.

"There hasn't been a hurricane in this area in fifteen years," Alex reassured her after a quick online search. "And that one was a Level 2. We'll be fine."

Kristen nodded, staring fixedly at the animated map on the seatback in front of her.

"Maybe next time, we take the charter with the photography crews and the other models," Alex reminded her. "They got here yesterday. They've already gone on ahead to the other island."

"I know." Kristen gave her son a weak smile. "But Elena and I do so like to stay together, and she loathes what she calls the 'cattle car.'"

Across the wide aisle of the first-class cabin, Elena Kuchen and her son Justin took the airliner's shaking and shuddering in stride. Ignoring the flight attendant's announcement to return seats to their upright positions for landing, Elena napped unperturbed behind a night mask. Justin gazed out the window, occasionally tapping out a reply to a text on his phone, looking bored by it all.

But then, as a glamour model at the top of her profession for over twenty years now, the commonplace perils of international travel were old hat to Elena.

Justin, two years older than Alex, had been accompanying his mother as a personal assistant for around two years. "Glorified gofer and vassal," he'd sniffed when Alex had asked him exactly what his duties involved. Alex expected he'd be trying to fill a similar role for his mother, for the first time. "Haul luggage about. Run around trying to find the right brand of mineral water in the right flavor in cities where we don't speak the language. Massage m'lady's feet."

That fit well enough with Alex's overall impression of Elena, based on short acquaintance: a bit entitled and picky about details, demanding a certain amount of pampering from those who surrounded her. Alex didn't doubt that she got all the attention she wanted, from both men and women. At forty, the fiery redhead was still a stone fox.

And Alex was still weirded out every time she spoke to him. That was partly the glamor of her celebrity, he supposed. He'd have to get used to that, given his own mother's rapid ascendance as a top-tier fitness model. But the feeling of weirdness was mostly because he had jerked off to so many of Elena's swimsuit layouts in sports and fitness magazines in the days before she'd befriended his mom. Being close to that delectable MILF flesh in--well, in the flesh--overwhelmed him.

He did his best to hide his reactions from Elena, of course, and certainly from Justin whom he needed to get along with for at least the next two weeks. And most especially from his own mother.

"What was that?" Kristen clamped her fingers around Alex's hand like a vise at the sudden bump and change in the plane's behavior as the landing gear deployed.

"We're landing," Alex reassured her. "We'll be on the ground in five. Come on, Mom, you have flown for assignments a couple of times."

"Never hit weather like this before," Kristen's clear green eyes met her son's, and she smiled wanly and shook her head. "Don't worry about me, Alex. I'm overwrought, I guess. This is the first real big location shoot that I've worked. Everyone's expectations are sky-high. I've got a lot riding on this trip. And I'm so glad that you agreed to come along and help out. More than you can imagine."

"I know." Alex did know how invested his mother had become in her unexpected new career. She confided in him almost as if he were a friend rather than her son. He was sure that she was more open with him than with his father. And spending time alone with his mother, away from Dad, excited Alex in ways that he did his best not to dwell on.

After all, how many guys his age had super-hot mothers who looked young enough to be their sisters?

Kristen Jordan had been a fitness nut for as long as her son could remember. Having competed in tennis and swimming while in school, she'd thrown herself first into aerobics and running and, later, weight training and cardio to maintain her health and youthful figure. Kristen had the long, smooth legs and high girlish ass of a woman half her age. Her waist was small and her stomach flat. From head to toe, her body was far more toned and supple than he remembered her being when he was much younger.

Alex figured that his mom needed every bit of that strength to maintain her posture while supporting the weight of her tits. Kristen was a 36F. Alex knew that with precision because of the text accompanying her pictures in the lingerie catalogs she'd posed for last year.

Alex had been furtively jacking off to those photos since the day that Mom had proudly shown them to him and his father.

Alex's father had briefly perused one of the catalogs that the agency had sent over to Mom, said "It's very nice, Dear," and put it back on the stack.

Alex had taken one to keep, to take back to college with him. "Gonna brag to my friends about my gorgeous mom, the fashion model."

His father had scowled. Mom had given him a hug and kiss and blushingly thanked him for the compliment.

And that pamphlet had kept him warm in his dorm room on many a cold Boston evening. Image after image of his mother posing in bikini briefs and lacy bras that barely contained her bountiful breasts, making love to the camera with expressions that were modest, fetching, and provocative all at the same time. The camera loved her. Alex started following his mother's career on the Internet, as well, which provided even more prime jack-off fuel.

He'd pumped out more loads thinking about his sexy mother and looking at her online portfolio than to all the porn chicks and cam girls on the web.

Just one more weird thing about his life these days. But all the weirdness felt too good to worry about it.

Now, though, he had to get through two weeks of living in close quarters with his mom and watching her run around in skimpy swimwear striking sexy poses for a magazine, without having her notice the effect that it had on him. And given his unusual size, down there, it was pretty damned noticeable.

And then, of course, there were all the other models doing the island shoot.

The plane touched down with a bump and a shudder. Kristen let out a long breath.

They spent an hour and a half clearing customs. "Did you see the texts?" Elena asked Kristen. "The damn storm has a name now, and the regionals are grounding all their flights for a couple of days as a precaution. Until they see where it's headed. We're stuck here for at least two days."

"Stuck on a Caribbean resort island for two whole days and nights," Justin said to Alex in a mocking whisper. "Oh no, whatever shall we do?"

Alex smiled at him. For the first time, Justin seemed almost chummy.

In four-inch heels, Elena stood just over six feet tall and her son still towered over her. He had her features but had inherited his powerful physique as well as his midnight complexion from his father. Elena had never married. "Don't need anyone's money, don't need anybody's noise." Her son was the offspring of her long-ago relationship with a Nigerian who'd played in midfield for FC Bayern.

"Cheryl's on top of it," Kristen said, looking at a text from their travel coordinator. "She's got us a last-minute booking at a place three miles from the airport."

"Nice that someone in the agency office can find their ass with both hands." Elena pulled Kristen aside for what looked like quite a conspiratorial, whispered conversation. After a couple of minutes, she waved to Alex and Justin and said, "Kristen and I are totally wiped out. Would you fellas please do the baggage claim thing and then meet us at the hotel? We'll send the cab back for you and pay him to wait."

"Sure thing," Alex volunteered. Justin glowered at him as they traipsed off together to the carousels.

"Don't be so eager to carry hod for her. She already has me as an indentured servant, she doesn't need to be auditioning an entourage."

"Uh, your mom?" In fact, Alex had jumped at a chance to demonstrate to his own mother that he could look after her.

"Who else?" Justin snorted. "How long can baggage take, forty minutes? But no, run on ahead and pay a cabbie extra. If you have money, you don't need to have much patience."

"You're pretty down on her. Why do you agree to work for her like this?"

"Because there are compensations. The main advantage of proximity to my mother is the frequent opportunity to score some supermodel pussy."

Justin caught the astonished look on Alex's face and burst into laughter. "And all those models, they're already over on the other island at the shooting location while we're stranded here to wait hand and foot on our mothers."

"Oh! Yeah," Alex quickly agreed. For whatever reason, Justin was talking to him now as if the two of them were best buddies. "But like you said, at least we're stranded in Paradise. Right?"

"Right. You and me, we go clubbing tonight, yah? Champagne, girls--hookers, if that's what you like. We expense it all. The agency doesn't challenge Mother's receipts, and she doesn't question me."

"Um, all right." Alex hadn't expected this and wasn't sure he wanted any part of it. At the end of the day, he was a middle-class kid from Connecticut heading into his sophomore year studying pre-law at a New England school. He'd never even had a passport until two months ago.

An hour later, when Alex maneuvered the hotel baggage cart into the luxury room he'd share with his mother for the next couple of days, water was running loudly in the bathtub and steam billowing out of the open ensuite door. But his mother was in the bedroom, her back to him, fiddling with something on the back of the big-screen TV. She came over to hold the door for him.

"There you are, honey--thank you so much!" Kristen stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss her son on one cheek. She'd changed into a short, white terry bathrobe bearing the hotel's dark red embroidered monogram and, as far as Alex could tell, absolutely nothing else but a towel turbaned around her blonde hair.

She padded back over to the TV, the bright crimson toenails of her pedicured feet sinking deep into the lush carpet with every step. "I brought the extra Wi-Fi dongle from home," she explained. "To stream from my phone. Elena says there's never anything she can understand on local cable down here. And really, what are you and I going to do alone here for the next couple of nights except watch movies?"

The agency office had done a good job finding them emergency accommodations. The room, like the rest of the hotel, was pretty damn swank. Through the steam, he could see that the ensuite bathroom featured an oversized, sunken tub as well as a separate glass-enclosed rain shower and dual washbasins of thick green glass. It was all done up in pale, veined marble, bronze fixtures, and light, polished wood. The sitting and sleeping areas were similarly luxurious.

Alex saw one problem. There was only a single king-sized bed.

"I'll take the couch," he volunteered. "Or the floor, I can do that."

"Huh?"

"Or, a place like this must have a foldaway they can bring up."

"Honey, don't be silly. Cheryl did her best, but this was all she could manage. A lot of flights are grounded and everything near the airport is filling up fast." Kristen blushed like a schoolgirl. "I'm pretty sure we can keep to our own sides of the bed for two nights."

It'd help a lot if you'd sleep in a burlap sack that reached to your ankles, Alex thought ruefully as his mother used her phone's flashlight to search for an HDMI socket on the back of the TV. The hotel robe rode all the way up her thighs to just barely cover her ass when she bent over the television table. The silky-smooth, evenly tanned flesh of her perfect legs rippled as her sculpted calves and thighs flexed. Do they make burlap sacks with padlocks?

Alex's cock hardened, stretching his jeans' front. Mortified that his mother might turn and see him, he busied himself unloading the hotel cart, doing his best to keep the suitcases low in front of his crotch as he lined them up in the foyer. He willed his body to behave, for his cock to go down. It didn't work. It never did.

"Ooo--damn it!" Kristen fumbled with the dongle and dropped it on the carpet. When she bent way over to retrieve it, the hem of her robe slid halfway up her ass. For a long, shocking second, Alex was in heaven.

There, nestled between two pert round butt cheeks that looked as if they belonged on a teenager's body, was his mother's pussy. Her mound was completely shaved, and the plump lips of her slit parted just the tiniest bit to reveal her moist, pink inner depths.

Alex's cock surged, and for a moment he thought he'd ejaculate without touching himself, just from the pressure of his shaft against his jeans and the vision of that perfect, beckoning fuck-hole.

"Christ!" He couldn't entirely suppress a lustful groan. Kristen straightened up and turned to him, errant gadget in hand.

"Are you okay, honey?"

"I-I'm fine!" Alex darted forward to snatch the dongle from his mother. "I-I'll take care of this," he stammered. "Y-you, you go ahead and take your bath. Relax."

"You are taking such good care of me." She peered at him closely, an expression of motherly concern on her lovely, finely-sculpted features. "Are you sure--"

"Yeah! Yes, I mean--totally. Totally fine. Just uh...you go."

Instead, his mother sat down and patted a space on the bed next to her for Alex. "Let's talk for a minute."

"Uh..." Alex sat down next to Kristen. She slid a slender arm around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Baby, I want to tell you how much I appreciate you. Not just agreeing to come along on this job, but, well, everything else."

"It's very generous of me. I'm getting to spend two weeks of my summer vacation on a Caribbean island surrounded by bikini models."

"Be serious. You know what I mean...when I first took that job as a photographer's assistant, you encouraged me all the way."

"You stayed home with me for ages," Alex pointed out. "I'm grown up and out of the house. What are you gonna do all alone in that big empty place?"

"Very much grown up." Kristen gazed deeply up into Alex's eyes. She patted and squeezed his muscular leg, a little high on the thigh for his comfort. He concentrated on slowing his breathing and not...getting...too...excited. If his mother noticed the effect that her closeness, the fragrance of her perfume, and her heat were having on him, he'd be mortified beyond belief.

"And when I met Elena on that one assignment and she convinced me to go in front of the cameras together with her, you were actually excited for me. Your father has had...a little more trouble with it all. With my absences and my independence."

"Dad'll come around. Anyone can see how good this is for you."

"It really, really is. I would never in a million years have thought of this as something I could do. Or even would want to do. But it's...I don't know, empowering. Energizing. It's woken me up to things about myself that I even can't describe." His mother's eyes grew misty, as if lost in a treasured memory. She glanced shyly down at the carpet, then back at him. "It's been the best thing in my life, ever. Except for you."

She stood up and leaned down kiss to Alex on the tip of his nose. "I really need a good, long soak to calm my nerves after that awful flight. You must feel even worse--settling me down, all that running around after my baggage. If it had been up to me I'd have waited for you at the airport, you know. I love Elena but she has all the patience of a show poodle."

"Those with money don't need patience," Alex quoted Justin.

"Nonsense. You and I know better, right? All the best things come to people who wait, or something like that." Kristen sorted through her luggage. "Did you see my make-up case, honey?"

"Um...black padded box with a strap? About the size of a toaster oven?"

"Yes!"

"Justin thought it was Elena's, and I didn't know any different."

"Damn." Kristen bit her lower lip. "It's got all my soaps and lotion and stuff. Look, could you run to their room real fast and grab it for me? I hate to ask you to do one more thing, but--"

"No problem, Mom. Where are they?"

"Two floors up. 523. There weren't any rooms closer together. I'll text Elena you're coming." Kristen sauntered toward the bathroom. "And I am going to indulge myself while you're gone. I'm so awful."

The last sight Alex had of his mother as he left was of her toned, bare shoulders and waist as she shucked off her robe at the rim of the tub. He swallowed hard and almost ran from the room, stopping just outside in the hallway to lean on a wall and catch his breath.

He knew what his plans were for the next two days, whenever his mother was out of the room. He'd be whacking off until his dick was raw, just to keep it under control.

No other outlet for his horniness for two whole days. Christ. Jesus Christ! And on top of everything else, there were moments when he almost thought that Mom was flirting with him. Teasing him with her nearness and availability. Which was...just not possible.

Was it?

He found Elena and Justin's room and knocked.

"Alex? Just a moment."

Elena flung the door wide open.

She stood there utterly, gloriously naked.

"Don't stand gawking in the hall, darling. Get in here and lock the damned door."

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Elena Kuchen had reigned atop the modeling world since her late teens. Whether on the runway, glamour layouts, or, most recently, lingerie and swimsuit, she had the look that millions adored. The look that sold products.

Nearing forty, Elena could have retired long since and lived lavishly off the profits from her cosmetics line and fees for use of her name and image. But it had happened that as she had matured, so had the advertising industry's demand for more mature models.

Elena chose to work. She still liked the travel and adventure. She enjoyed the attention and the excitement.

She liked the constant easy access to young cock and fresh pussy.

She'd planned and looked forward to taking young Alex for some time. These two unexpected days of isolation together were fortuitous. She would make the most of them. Elena hated to wait.

He stood unmoving in the open doorway, staring dumbstruck at her. She pulled him into the room and threw the deadbolt.

"That's better. I really don't want every man who passes by that door barging in here, too. Not this minute, anyway." She waved her hand in front of Alex's face. "Hello? My God, please tell me that I'm not the first naked woman you've seen."

Elena spun on her heel and walked to the chest of drawers at the far end of the bedroom, smiling secretly to herself. She knew exactly how she looked crossing a room. She'd trod runways in Paris, Milan and Tokyo wearing little more than this, and displayed herself onstage in private performances exactly as she was now. She knew how her high, round ass rolled with each step forward, how her long gazelle's legs flexed and opened the gap that she still had between the tops of her slender thighs. When she retrieved Kristen's make-up bag from the dresser top and swiveled on the ball of her foot to face Alex, she pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her chest so that her huge tits swayed enticingly.

"This is what you want?" she teased.

"Yes! Uh, yes, ma'am."

"I had Justin pilfer it for me, at the airport. I figured your mom would send you up to get it. And then...I sent my son off on a little errand which I know will take an hour. Or two."

At that, Alex broke into a broad grin and went to her.

"So there's still life behind those eyes, after all. I was afraid my wretchedly haggish appearance might have turned you to stone." She handed the makeup bag to Alex and lowered her hands to his crotch, lightly tracing the outlines of his hardening cock through the rough material of his jeans. "Perhaps only part of you?"

He couldn't get his head around what was happening. His masculine instinct to show some initiative, to take action, was at war with his fear of jinxing this incredible opportunity by doing or saying the wrong thing. Elena had been called "imperious," in her time. Her beauty intimidated men, and she used it at her whim to get whatever she wanted.

Her features were delicate, her gray eyes upturned like a cat's, her lips full and always slightly parted, as if she were forever about to kiss whomever she was looking at. She had arched hedgerow brows and eyelashes so long and full that he doubted her make-up people had to do much with them before a shoot. Aside from those, and the mane of copper-red hair tumbling to the small of her back, she was completely hairless. Her supple figure was flawless, slender but full-hipped, with tremendous natural tits that defied age and even, seemingly, physics.

His hard-on from being alone with his mother had barely subsided by the time he'd knocked at Elena's door. Now it was nearly as hard as when he was about to shoot off.

I can blow this by being too timid, he told himself. Can I screw it up by assuming too much?

Assume what? Fuck that, man. She's naked!

With a deep breath, he put both hands on Elena's waist just above her hips, exhaling with relief when she wriggled pleasantly at his touch. He pulled her hard against him and kissed her. She responded, thrusting her tongue between his lips. Her hips worked, humping against his still-growing cock. The head of his dick had pushed up to the waistband of his jeans now. Her hand brushed across the tip.

Her eyes widened. She pushed him away and stepped back. Oh, Hell. He'd messed up somehow.

"I could tell you were big, but you must be hung like a draft horse. I can feel it!" she exclaimed. "Undress for me, quickly! It's not fair that all my secrets are exposed and you stand there showing so little." When she saw how she'd startled him, her face softened and she added, quietly. "Please."

Alex hesitantly pulled off his tee shirt and kicked his shoes away. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, bracing himself for Elena's reaction.

"My God in Heaven!" She clapped a hand to her mouth. Her eyes widened as if an electric eel had goosed her. She sank to her knees, staring in disbelief. Staring right at the reason Alex spent so many evenings at college beating off to pictures of his mother rather than with women his own age.

Online porn had lied to young Alexander Jordan. It had led him to believe that no woman could resist an oversized penis. This seemed especially true, for some obscure reason left unexplained by the imaginative filmmakers, if the female character had previously asserted herself to be gay. So, as his body had developed and he'd gotten his first intimations of the eventual size to which his own cock would mature, he'd counted himself a very lucky fellow, indeed.

Except that out in the real world, most women didn't react like porn chicks. Some had recoiled in fear. Several had laughed nervously and suggested that they "just snuggle and get comfortable with each other, this first time," a suggestion that utterly bewildered the naïve eighteen-year-old Alex. He was fairly sure he'd be most comfortable if his date would fuck him or give him a blowjob. He'd hoped that he could then comfort her in return by fucking her good.

To be fair, most women had addressed Alex's dick gamely, with sexual curiosity and determination --at first.

But all had failed, in the end, to conquer the challenge of Alex's long, thick, meaty fuck-pole.

"My God," Elena repeated in awe. She didn't rise, but scooted forward on her knees until her face was inches from the tip of Alex's prick. And again, "My God."

Alex would have thought that a slut like Elena would have encountered a least a few dicks as big as his in her many cosmopolitan adventures. Maybe dozens. Apparently not. When he thought about it, he wasn't sure that he'd run across many porn studs online who looked like he did, either.

His heart sank. His fantasy fuck with Elena was turning out like all the women before her. Having satisfied her curiosity, he expected to be told to put it away and get dressed. Then he would have to go downstairs and wait for his mom to fall asleep so that he could safely jack off at least a couple of times.

Elena crouched lower and wriggled forward on her hands and knees to gaze up at the underside of Alex's cock. The towering column of flesh curved out and away from her like a tree limb, the skin pale and taut and networked by blue veins. It was easily the length of her forearm, and the dark purple crown nearly the size of her fist.

That massive pleasure-pole was matched by a pair of lemon-sized balls hanging heavily down below. Elena had never seen Alex's like, not in a lifetime of wanton coupling with every kind of man from everywhere on the planet. His size, his heat, and the powerful musky scent of his maleness overwhelmed her.

"Elena, you all right? You look a little--"

"Shhh! A moment, please." She touched his cock with an index finger, right at the juncture of shaft and balls. Alex's ball sack tightened and a surge of blood pulsed visibly along his prick. She drew the tip of her polished oval fingernail along the thick cum-tube, right up to the sensitive spot just behind the glans.

A big, crystal-clear drop of pre-cum seeped from the opening at the tip of the cock. "Ohhh!" Elena swiped it up with her finger and wiped it on her tongue. The little taste sent a delicious tremor through her whole body. She felt the familiar ache inside her pussy, the emptiness that must be filled.

"Come!" Elena stood abruptly and led Alex by the hand to the luxury king bed, not bothering to turn down the duvet. "Lie down here in the middle, please."

Alex followed instructions. He was going nuts. He wanted to fuck her with every fiber of his being, but she suddenly seemed a little deranged. And he was young and inexperienced. Despite dozens of consoling hand jobs and a few prematurely-ended blowjobs from young women at college, Alex remained technically a virgin.

Elena tucked several pillows under his head and knelt by his hips on the mattress. "Open up for me, Alex," she said, sounding like the world's sexist dentist. Alex obligingly spread his legs as wide as he could. She knelt there beside him, still peering in fascination at his dick like it was her first. For Christ's sake, touch it! he silently pleaded. I'm not a fucking museum display.

Elena's left hand shot out to close around the base of Alex's cock. Her fingers didn't meet around his girth, as he'd known they wouldn't. Using a feather-light grip, she slowly slid her open fist up his shaft.

"Oh, yeah," Alex moaned. "Oh, Jesus, Elena, do that...just like that--Yeah, yeah please!"

"I don't doubt that you're aware of how extraordinarily gifted you are, young man. Yes?" Her eyes never left his dick as she spoke.

"I'm not sure I see it that way," he rasped. "Not till now, anyway."

"No? I know a few things about the thinking of young men. Very young men. There's a natural curiosity, not to mention pride, that comes with such a magnificent endowment, is there not?"

"Mmmm." Forming words was difficult. Elena had reached the top of the beanstalk and was rolling her open palm in little circles over the drooling tip of his cock-helmet, coating it with slippery pre-cum.

"So, you must have found occasion to measure yourself."

"Uhnnn... yeah, once or twice."

"And...?"

"About, I dunno, at least a foot. Maybe more..."

"More," Elena said with flat certainty. She raised up on her knees and bent forward, her long red curls trailing enticingly over his cock-head. She lowered her face to his prick. Pursing her pillowy lips, she kissed the head of his cock, sipping at the pre-cum that flowed so copiously from his cum-slit. "What a divine flavor," she said, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and then licking it. "Alex, if I masturbate you until you come, do you think that you can recover your erection quickly? So that--"

"So that we can fuck? Hell yeah," Alex interrupted eagerly. Not only couldn't he believe that he and Elena were doing these things, but for a woman to question him so frankly about his sexual capacities was completely new to him. Her attitude turned him on even more. "I can go a lot. I mean, I gotta jack off five or six times a night to get any sleep. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I--"

Elena's look of pure joy caught Alex by surprise. Youthful though she still appeared at nearly forty, her reaction of unguarded bliss took a decade off of her face. "Go on. Do you produce a great deal of semen?"

"Buckets," Alex exclaimed. Boasting about it to a chick felt weird. "Not literally buckets," he amended hastily. "I don't mean buckets, but...y'know, buckets."

That was answer enough for Elena. Humming gleefully, she returned to kissing and sucking his glans, ringing her finger and thumb part-way around his cockshaft just behind the flaring coronal ridge to hold him in place, slurping and swallowing the clear nectar that now shot up in little spurts from his cum-slit. Her other hand slid under his ball sack to fondle and bounce his nuts in her palm. Not only was this the most incredible sensation that he'd ever felt, but watching her do it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Maybe the most beautiful woman on Earth, certainly a top-tenner, was servicing his dick like a wanton whore, and she was clearly loving every second of it.

Alex was disappointed when Elena gathered up all of her long, lustrous red hair and swept it over to the side of her head nearest him, veiling her face and interfering with his view of her cocksucking. He wished that, instead of leaning across his lap from one side, she'd crawl up between his legs and suck him from that position. He wondered why she didn't. It seemed like it would be easier for her. He'd expected it, based on his limited previous cock-sucking encounters.

Then he realized how idiotic he was, to be wishing for this moment to be anything different than exactly what it was.

And then, he stopped thinking at all.

Because Elena opened her mouth wider than Alex would have thought possible and swallowed the head of his cock.

Not suddenly, and not all at once. That would have been reckless, a choking hazard. Her lips engulfed the tip of his glans, forming a warm, cloud-soft seal against his hot flesh. Her nostrils flared and her immense tits quivered as she inhaled deeply, and he felt a slight suction as she drew his glans up into her mouth, millimeter by millimeter.

Elena couldn't get her hand around his cock but she could sure as hell get it in her mouth.

"Awh! I'm gonna--"

Elena released his cock from her mouth immediately. "No!" Her fingers tightened around his cock. "Take a deep breath." She squeezed gently for several seconds until his urge to shoot his wad subsided.

"Damn. I told you, I can get it up again. Believe me, it'll be better if you let me come once." The truth was that, as fantastic as this experience was, he was worried that his mother would miss him being gone so long on so simple an errand as retrieving a piece of luggage. He sighed heavily. Here he was, getting sucked off by the hottest woman in the world, and worried about what his mother would say.

"Alex, listen to me, please." Elena's tone was solemn, and, surprisingly plaintive. "It's important that you not come too soon. And it's very, very important that you not come in my mouth--this time. Do you understand?"

"No," he admitted. "But, okay. Anything you want. I'll try." Her squeamishness about taking his cum in her mouth didn't fit with the rest of her behavior, at all. But her using the phrase "this time" was way too promising to ignore.

"Now, then." Again, Elena put her lips over his cock-head, sucked, and coaxed him into her mouth. This time, she kept going. Her supple lips massaged his helmet and slipped down over and around the flaring coronal ridge and then to his astonishment she kept going. Her lips stretched visibly tighter around his widening girth as she descended without pause until his glans slipped into the top of her throat.

Alex groaned and thrust his hips upward. He gripped handfuls of the duvet in his balled-up fists and even bit down on his tongue, struggling to distract himself from the intensity of the sensations in his dick and balls. He'd never been this far into any of the holes of a woman before. He dared to hope that this worldly-wise slut could take him all the way, that he'd experience a proper fuck for the first time in his life.

After taking perhaps a third of Alex's cock into her mouth and throat, Elena pulled up and released him. Ribbons of her spit, mingled with his pre-cum, dripped from her mouth, with a single strand bridging from her lower lip to the tip of his cock-head.

Watching Elena give him head was almost as delightful as feeling her mouth and tongue work him over--not quite, but incredibly exciting nonetheless.

Elena knew just how good she looked, going down on a guy. Like every other facet of her life for the last few decades, she'd seen herself fuck and suck numerous times on film and video. Those were very private recordings, for which a few extravagantly wealthy men and women had paid hefty prices--to watch, and often to participate in making.

But this afternoon's performance was for Elena and her lovers alone: Alex, and one other.

If Alex had been capable of paying attention to anything in the world other than Elena's nakedness and her expert cocksucking technique, he might have found it odd that her phone sat on its vertical charging pedestal on the dresser opposite the bed with its screen facing toward the wall. The back of the case, with its high-definition camera lenses, faced the bed that Elena and Alex shared.

Was carefully aimed at the bed, in fact, with its video chat app running.

Streaming pin-sharp images of Alex's seduction to a single viewer.

Two floors below, at this very moment, Kristen Jordan relaxed naked in bed and played with her pussy while watching her best friend seduce her own son.As soon as Alex had left the room, Kristen had taken a quick shower and then hurried back to the bedroom. She skipped excitedly over to fish through her luggage, retrieving her favorite dildo.

This one had been a gift from Elena, early in their relationship. It was a realistic hard silicone replica of a cock, almost a foot long and deep mahogany in color. Elena had commissioned it from a life mold of her favorite stud. She'd given it to Kristen to commemorate their first three-way fuck with him.

Elena had first noticed Kristen when the blonde was working one of her first shoots as a photographer's assistant. Kristen had been nervous and in awe of the famous redheaded beauty. Elena, who ordinarily appeared cool and distant, had taken pains to encourage and praise Kristen's work. After that, she insisted to Kristen's boss Mitchell that Kristen work every assignment he did with Elena.

The two busty beauties had bonded, become best friends, and on their first New York shoot, Elena had effortlessly seduced Kristen. Kristen had spent an endless hot city night squealing and convulsing in orgasm after orgasm with Elena's mouth glued to her cunt. There'd been so much more to come, so to speak, after that night. Elena loved toys, often strapping on one or another big fake cock to fuck Kristen for hours while sucking her big tits.

She'd liberated the up-to-then prim and faithful wife and mother from the repression and emotional frustration of marriage to a busy, neglectful, and remote man. Kristen's experiences, first as Elena's new assistant and eventually, with Elena's encouragement, as a model in her own right were Heaven on Earth. The only thing about her old life that continued to matter as much to her as Elena was her son, Alex.

Now Kristen clambered onto the hotel bed, still dripping wet despite a hasty toweling-off from the shower. She turned on the room's widescreen television, having set up her phone to stream video to the TV. She didn't want to miss a moment of this private show.

The screen blinked to life to reveal Elena and Kristen's son Alex, naked together on the king-sized bed upstairs. Everything was just as the two women had planned it out during several of their marathon fuck-and-suck sessions.

Kristen could see Alex's feet and legs and, occasionally, when Elena brushed her long red hair out of the way, his swollen balls. They were big, but Kristen couldn't judge just how big without a longer look. Damn it, why didn't the woman move out of the way?

Suddenly, almost as if reading her friend's mind across the distance, Elena scooted around to one side of Alex and swept her hair up and over her shoulder to expose his hard cock in all its glory to the unblinking camera lens--and to the astonished gaze of his secretly watching mother.

"Oh GOD!" Kristen's hand flew to her mouth. Alex's cock, her own son's cock, was the biggest and most gorgeous fuck-tool she'd ever laid eyes on!

Hot pussy juice flooded Kristen's cunt. She shoved her fingers into her mouth, wet them, and then reached down to massage her clit with one delicate finger while thrusting two fingers of her other hand in and out of her spasming cunt. She watched the image of Elena fondling and cooing over Alex's giant pussy-plugger, and wondered if she could possibly take a cock like that up her own cunt.

That reminded her of Elena's gift laying on the damp bed covers next to her. Spreading her pink pussy lips wide apart, Kristen brought the head of the massive chocolate-colored fake cock up between her thighs. She rubbed the resilient head against her drooling little hole. Moving it back and forth and slipping it just inside her slit to lube it up good with her own fuck-cream, she slowly eased the first few inches into her cunt.

The dildo was extremely large, but still one that Kristen knew she could handle. After all, she'd had its original, so much hotter and throbbing with life, deep inside her many times before. As she fucked it deeper and deeper up inside herself, she never took her eyes from the TV, where Elena was now licking and running her lush red lips over Alex's mushrooming cockhead.

Kristen fucked herself and stared at her son's dick, mouth gaping open in utter shock. She drooled, a few drops of spit overflowing her lips to dribble down on the soft globes of her titties.

She'd known for some time that her son was heavily hung. A healthy and athletic young man, he always seemed to have at least something of a hard-on around the house these last few months, and when she'd picked him up from the airport this last time on his return from college, their long, close hug had allowed her to grind against his crotch just a little bit and get a more direct sense of what he was packing in the tight jeans encasing his strong thighs.

But Kristen had never managed until now to catch a glimpse of her son with a full-on erection.

One hot night, she'd found him sleeping naked with his bed covers thrown off and his cock lying across his belly. Even soft, Alex's cock was thick and stretched up past his navel. The dark plum-like head looked about the size of a large egg.

She'd resisted the temptation then to touch it--to stroke him, to get him hard. Instead she'd backed out of the room, taking a last lingering look at her naked son before softly shutting the door behind her.

"What if he'd woken up?" she'd explained to Elena later. The two had been sixty-nining while Kristen had regaled her friend with the tale.

"What indeed?" Elena had replied, in between planting soft kisses and long licks on Kristen's fresh-shaven pussy. "You might have had quite the memorable night, just the two of you. I gather assume Hubby is still a sound sleeper?"

"He knocks himself out, every evening," Kristen answered ruefully. "He's got a prescription for what must be horse tranquilizers. Only way he can get the solid eight he needs, to handle his work stress, he says."

"Well then in my opinion, what you should have done was to suck your son until he awoke. Then you should have fucked him until he came inside you. And then sucked him hard again."

"Elena! What if I'd shocked him?"

"Come, come, have I taught you nothing? A horny young man like your Alexander, presented for the first time with the hot mouth and pussy of his own mother, would surely have responded as a man. The excitement of it would have kept him at the ready for the night. In the morning you could have awakened him by sucking him to climax again. And after Mr. Horse Pills was off to his morning meetings, the two of you could have spent the rest of the day enjoying the most wonderful fucking you'd ever had in your life."

The picture Elena painted with words had Kristen orgasming on her tongue and feeding her a big dose of girl-cream, which Kristen suspected had been the point of telling the story to begin with.

Later, Elena claimed that it had been Kristen's idea to spirit Alex away from home with them so that they both could initiate him into the ways of carnal joy. Kristen, sure that she could never, ever have conceived the idea on her own, was just as certain that it had been Elena's idea.

Not that it mattered now.

Kristen tucked a bed pillow under her own hips to angle herself up for easier self-penetration. Abandoning her earlier finger-play, she used both hands now to pump her oversized dildo deeply in and out of her twitching fuck-hole. She fucked herself in earnest, working toward a big orgasm, watching her son on the screen moaning and shuddering as Elena sucked his monster cock.

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Elena knew how to work in front of a camera, and she was careful now not to block Kristen's view of the lusty proceedings again. She had him sit on the edge of the bed in unknowing profile to her phone, and sank onto her knees between his beefy thighs.

"Lift up, Alexander. Draw your knees up against your chest."

A little confused, Alex nonetheless did as Elena instructed. He felt a little silly, like he was imitating a chick opening up for a guy to slip her the meat, but he was eager and willing for whatever this amazing woman might have in mind.

"Jesus..." Alex felt the feathery, soft tip of Elena's tongue tickling and probing behind his nuts.

She held up his steely cock in one hand, one thumb stroking him just behind the underside of his cock-knob. Pre-cum bubbled up out of his cock-slit, nearly spurting out as long thick droplets rolled down the long underside of his shaft to lubricate her small hand.

Her soft, parted lips kissed and molded themselves to his taint, and her tongue flicked repeatedly against the sensitive flesh, driving him wild. Her nose nuzzled against his balls. She made the soft, mewling sounds of a hungry kitten asking for cream.

Elena wanted cream, all right. And she knew just where Alex was keeping his. She wanted to feast on the flavor of jism from a virgin source. She chided herself for briefly forgetting her agreement with his mother...but really, could she really be blamed if she forgot all of that in the heat of passion?

She lowered her face an inch and stabbed her moist stiff tongue into Alex's asshole. He yelped and jerked and his muscles contracted as if he'd gotten an electrical shock. Elena chuckled lightly to herself and moved her mouth upward again, headed now for his ball sack. There would be plenty of time in the future to introduce young Alexander to the delights of ass-play. She would see to that, yes she would.

Elena traced her tongue up along the seam of Alex's engorged ball sack. As fair-haired as his mother, only the lightest blonde down fringed his cock and balls. Elena would have him shave, later, but at this moment his pubic hair did not distract her from her mission. The sticky crystal-clear fluid of his pre-cum rolled in sticky dribbles down his cock and coated his balls. She told herself that she'd be satisfied this afternoon with only this taste of him. One day soon, she'd fully satisfy her appetite for jism, drinking his hot cum as she pleased.

Swallowing one of Alex's balls, she bathed it in the copious warm saliva that always flowed when she tasted a man or even caught a stray whiff of male musk. Her tongue spun around the big orb in her mouth, licking off the pre-cum. Then she turned her attention to his other ball and repeated the procedure, never releasing him until she'd cleaned every drop from his flesh.

Next, she let her lips roam Alex's cock, beginning at the base and moving up the length of him. She basked in the luxurious heat radiating from the taut, silky skin stretched over the mighty shaft. Dragging the flat of her tongue up the underside, she worked her way around his swollen, dark red cock-head--gentle little nips, the edges of her front teeth barely scraping the super-sensitive rim of his crown.

Alex's breath caught in his throat. He let out a loud, animalistic groan. Elena was driving him to the edge of insanity with her skillful oral worship of his dick. She knew her way around a cock, that was for sure, and with every kiss and lick and bite she proved the old adage that there was no substitute for experience. Fuck, the college girls who'd tried so unsuccessfully to blow him in the past didn't know shit. Clearly, none of them had sucked nearly enough cocks.

Just as clearly, Elena Kuchen had. It made sense. She came on like a real nymphomaniac, and Alex was certain that, being one of the most desirable women in the world, the supermodel could have any man she wanted out of his trousers and in any one of her holes any time that she wanted, day or night.

And this afternoon, she'd chosen him--lucky him! That he was her best friend's son didn't seem to trouble her any more than he was bothered by having his mom's best friend sucking him off. Well, it wasn't like she was stealing someone's husband, was it? Though Alex would bet that Elena wouldn't hesitate even at that if she had the hots for a guy.

She moved her hand higher up his cock-stalk and then back down, and he felt the surge of his blood along the meaty column between her fingers. She slid her hand back up and then pumped him, bringing forth more droplets of pre-cum. She milked him with long, deft strokes, holding up her other palm under his glans to collect as much of the precious sap as she could. Then, holding his gaze, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. His eyes widened and he stared at her as if hypnotized.

"This is the gift of life itself to me, my darling. How can I tell you?" Elena whispered huskily. "I am a very hot woman by my nature. A day without fucking is torment. Even an hour goes by, and I must play with myself until I cum a few times. And I have plotted to have this time with you since your mother first introduced us. Because nothing renews me like the cocks and cum of strong young men like yourself."

Elena's words affected Alex as she'd hoped, causing his prick to spurt with such force that for an instant she thought she'd miscalculated and triggered his orgasm. She pinched the base of his cock-head to pull him back from the brink, and he scrunched his eyes shut in momentary pain. Elena sympathized with his frustration, but she also recognized that a little discomfort now counted for little when compared against the incredible carnal bliss that he would soon experience.

The ultimate bliss of fucking his own sweet, blond, big-titted mother for as long and as often as they both wanted it. Forever and ever after.

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"Ohhhhhh... " Two floors down, Kristen closed her eyes and let her mouth gape open as an orgasm shot through her trembling body. Her pussy clamped tight around the huge fake cock embedded in it, her body reflexively seeking something the sex toy could not deliver: a hot spray of thick semen blasting into her cervix.

The sight of her son's rampant cock right in the center of the TV screen, spitting gobs of shiny, clear goo as Elena licked it off of his apple-sized fuck-knob, had pushed his mother over the edge. She wanted that delicious treat, and the promise it held of so much more, for herself. She wanted to feel her own son's rock-hard prick splitting her cunt-lips and drilling all the way into her snatch. She wanted to scream until she was hoarse from cum after cum after cum...

...And she knew that she'd have all of that, and soon. This was the plan and the agreement that she and Elena had made.

Their original scheme had been to ease Alex into the extreme act of mother-fucking at some early convenience during the photo shoot on the island. They both agreed that being surrounded for two weeks by a bevy of gorgeous models wearing next to nothing--and occasionally, the way these junkets usually went down, literally nothing--ought to have the young man so horny that no amount of jacking off could bring him the relief of pressure necessary to resist Elena's open allure.

Elena was to seduce Alex, bringing him to the edge of orgasm before sending him back to Kristen. And then, if Kristen's intuitions about her horse-hung offspring's likely lack of sexual experience were correct, the slutty blond mother would take her son's virginity and welcome him into his new family role as her devoted, live-in fuck partner.

The details of the plot had been admittedly vague, but both women were adept at improvising around any chance to get cocks in them. The unexpected stop here in Curaçao had simply moved up the timetable a few days at most. Anyway, the only detail of events that truly mattered to Kristen was that under no circumstances would Elena make Alex cum. She could play with his balls and prick, lick every inch of him and suck on his fat cock as much as she liked, to prepare him for Kristen, but his real cherry belonged to Mom. She didn't even care too much whether he blew his load the first time she stroked his cock as long as he shot off in her mouth or pussy or even sprayed her face, as long as it was her pussy, her mouth, her face.

After so many months of Elena's tutorage, Kristen considered herself no longer capable of sexual guilt or shame. She rationalized that no one was closer to Alex than she was; she had unwittingly nurtured a stud and after all, who had more right to his affections and attention than his own lusty mother?

As her joyful tremors ebbed away, Kristen returned her attention to the private streaming sex show on TV. Elena had shifted positions and had Alex back up in the center of the bed again. She leaned across his leg from one side, her tremendous, soft, pale-nipped tits pressed into the wiry hair of his thighs, bobbing her mouth halfway down his cockshaft over, and over, and over. The busty redhead was being as considerate as she could to give Kristen the best full view of her son's sexual pre-initiation as possible without making Alex suspicious of her manipulations. Kristen appreciated that. Elena was indeed a thoughtful friend.

Every few seconds Elena paused for a deep breath, making secret eye contact with her phone camera and silently mouthing short messages to her friend. Phrases like "Lucky Mama" and " Sooooo big" and "Tastes so good!"

In the unlikely event that some corporation somewhere ever wanted a spokesmodel to market Big Dick for them, Elena would be a natural.

Kristen added a second pillow under her hips and started shoving her dildo back and forth in the liquid depths of her pussy at a new angle. Her nimble fingers drummed her stiff clit while she looked with awed fascination at her son's enormous, spit-soaked cock.

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"So hard for me, Baby," Elena mumbled to Alex. It was hard to understand her, with the hot cushions of her pouting lips lovingly molded to his cock-head, sucking and sipping away. He didn't care that much. He got the gist of it and sure didn't want her to take his cock out of her mouth to better enunciate. "But I wonder, can I make you just a teensy bit harder? What do you think?"

Her mouth slid several inches down onto his fuck-pole. His glans bumped the back of her throat but she kept going, holding his shaft steady with her left hand while the fingers of her right danced up and down, tickling his cock with her nails and stirring his balls. Her grey feline eyes misted with lust, and her hungry moans vibrated through his body as his cock disappeared into her throat.

Elena watched Alex's face closely as she sucked him, gauging the effect of her teasing words on his libido. Not that she really needed to--the throbbing of his cock in her throat told her everything about his level of excitement. But she loved to see the disbelief in a big-dicked guy's eyes when she sucked him off for the first time. Alex Jordan had probably never been properly throated in his life, she'd bet money on that. Few women could handle such a cock. Certainly most of the gals that Elena partied with couldn't. Most were fussy, vain, and greedy for attention, and took advantage of men's desperation to be with them and be seen with them. Guys should just be grateful for the chance to fuck them at all. Those girls were sexually lazy.

Elena was different. She sucked cock for its own sake. Her father had taught her to love it. She and three older sisters had competed to please him in bed, and by the time she'd left home to seek her fortune as a model there was no act, however perverse, that she hadn't come to savor from her romps with Father and her sisters and Father's friends.

Kristen was the first woman Elena had met in ages who seemed to fully share her hot-blooded nature. Even clad in frumpy jeans and a sweatshirt, running back and forth unpacking gear and setting lights, the busty blonde exuded an unconscious sensuality that left Elena breathless. And so the international supermodel had taken the stay-at-home suburban mom under her wing and between her legs, encouraging and molding her, at last freeing Kristen to embrace her own inner cock-whore.

Right at this moment, Elena wanted Kristen hot enough to explode. She hoped her friend was watching and writhing and getting herself off at all the wicked possibilities that lay before her, with her stud of a son properly primed for action.

That was the plan. Elena was supposed to work Alex into a fuck frenzy, but not to let him come. But she couldn't help herself. The craving was too strong. Just a few more pumps and Alex would feed her the meal she adored: hot, delicious, sperm-rich young semen. She would gorge herself on the delicacy that she preferred by far over caviar and champagne, and somehow make it up to Kristen later.

Elena's phone suddenly emitted a loud chime. It repeated three times, startling Alex. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath, immediately letting his cock slip from her hands and mouth.

"I have to answer that." She lunged across the bed in a panic, grabbing the goddamn fucking little box and shutting off the noise. "Important text."

"What the...what kind of text app makes that kind of racket?"

"I set a special alert. Very important, as I said," Elena snapped. She swiped down the screen and read the message. Composing herself as best she could, she said, "Shit, Justin is on his way up from the lobby. He shouldn't be back so soon! You must get dressed and get out of here. Quickly."

"What? But-but--"

"Quickly." Elena threw Alex's jeans across the bed at him. Seeing the frustration and hurt in his eyes, she softened her tone. "We will finish this, my darling. Believe me, I am far from done with you, mein Stier. "

Alex's spirit sagged as he fought to get his defiant erection back into his jeans. He wanted to protest, and his mind raced with excuses that Elena might offer her son to turn him around and send him off on some other assignment instead of returning to the room. But he knew in his heart that it was futile. Goddamn Justin Kuchen, anyway. Fuck it. FUCK!

Elena threw on her robe and pushed an unwilling Alex toward the door. "Later, later. I promise you, I swear." She kissed his cheek and locked up behind her, then picked her phone up from the chair where she'd tossed it and read the text again:

CALL ME!!

It was not from her son. She sighed and called Kristen.

"What fuck were you doing, Elena? What the actual fuck?"

"Kristen, I--"

"He was going to cum in your mouth. You were making him cum!"

"Kristen, I'm so, so sorry! I couldn't help myself. Did you see him? Did you see? Your son is a young god!"

"Screw that! We had a fucking deal!"

Alex stood in the narrow hotel corridor staring at the closed and bolted door to Elena's suite. What the hell had just happened?

God damn Justin Kuchen, anyway. Every third sentence out of his mouth was a complaint making his mother out to be a harridan who supposedly ran him ragged as an unpaid gofer, and then when she turned him loose on some unknown mission in a Caribbean city he finished and rushed back to her imperial embrace early?

It didn't make sense. God damn Justin Kuchen to Hell.

Alex trudged to the elevator. His immediate problem was a hard-on that wouldn't go soft, and the likelihood of terminal blue balls if he didn't jack off real soon. And sharing a room with his mother was going to make that nearly impossible.

The hotel was filling up with stranded travelers. Alex was a sadly comic figure making his way down the crowded halls, bent half-over and staggering along like Frankenstein's assistant in an old movie.

When he got back to their room his mother was standing in front of the full-length mirror with her back to the door. She was barefoot, wearing a short, pink satin robe that barely covered her butt cheeks. She held the front of the garment open, turning this way and that, studying herself in the mirror with a quizzical frown. She hastily closed and belted the garment before Alex could get more than half a second's glimpse of her lush, naked curves.

She turned to him. "That took a while. I didn't realize that Elena had relocated to some other hotel." Her look of consternation turned to one of concern when she saw Alex's pained expression. "Are you all right, sweetie?"

"I-I'm fine," Alex stammered. "Sorry I took so long. I, that is, Elena and me, we got to talking, and...you know, I've never really gotten to know her, and..."

"Oh, I understand." Kristen smiled and padded over to take the makeup case from him. "Elena can come off pretty aloof, but once she opens her mouth she just doesn't stop. Does she? Talking, I mean."

Alex blinked. Was his mother teasing him? But there was no way she could have known what he and Elena were doing all this time--and if, somehow, she did, she wouldn't find it funny. She'd be furious, for sure.

"Oh, yeah. Talking. A lot," he agreed. "Mostly her...talking. Like you said, her lips never stop moving. But she's real interesting. She, uh, she knows a lot of stuff."

Alex rattled on nervously, mostly to keep his mother from asking more questions but also to distract himself. She was standing just inches from him, and the familiar scents of her favorite soap and perfume had their usual, predictable effect on him. He had to get his mind on something else, anything else, to try to get his hard-on to go away.

But he couldn't. Kristen had tied her robe so loosely that he could see most of her beautiful huge tits, rolling freely under the silk with her every movement. If a guy wasn't careful, he could fall in and get lost in all that cleavage. That adventure definitely appealed to him. The outline of her nipples was apparent, pressing against the thin cloth. They looked--damn, were they hard? Could his mother be turned on, right now? By what?

He didn't dare guess at the answer. The thing that he secretly hoped could not be true. To ever assume otherwise was to court the worst humiliation.

The high hem of the robe flared out over her girlish hips and the very tops of her thighs. Her son willed himself not to think about how easy it would be to just pluck the ends of her belt, undo the big loose bow holding the garment closed, and have it off of her in a moment. Was she really naked, under that soft, shiny wrapper? Damn, the very act of trying to banish those thoughts only made them more vivid in his imagination. His cock surged up higher and harder under his jeans.

Kristen stole a furtive glance at Alex's crotch and her heart leaped. She didn't know how much longer she could keep pretending to be oblivious to the big rampant slab of man-meat straining against the front of his pants. She had seen that big pussy-pleaser in the hands and mouth of her best friend, but only on a TV screen. She had to see it in the flesh or she would lose her mind.

Her phone call to Elena had been emotional but short, as she had to hurry to freshen before Alex got back to their room. And truthfully she couldn't be too angry with her friend. If their positions had been reversed, Kristen knew that no agreement, no vow of friendship could have kept her from sucking her son until he'd shot a fountain of jism into her hungry belly. The reason that Kristen and Elena could become so close so quickly was that they were honest with each other about their needs and about who they were: a pair of beautiful, highly-paid cock-sluts. Women who would strip and spread in instant for pleasure or to further their careers, and for whom the most meaningful reward was a big cum-spewing cock.

Kristen meant to claim her greatest prize now.

"Are you sure you're all right, though?" she smoothed Alex's sweat-streaked hair back from his forehead. "You feel like you've got a fever. And you're flushed. Here, sit down." She took his hand and led him to the bed.

"I'm good, Mom. Honest." Alex said, secretly relieved to be able to sit down with his hands folded over his lap.

"If you're sure. Look, if you're really up to it, I could use your help with something important."

"Sure. Anything."

"Good, because I need a man's opinion about something. Do you remember I told you how much this assignment means to me? So, I'm really nervous. Up to now, I've done mostly catalog shoots and fitness layouts for women's health magazines and stuff like that. And the outfits are form-fitting and show off my-my body. Some of the lingerie I model in is pretty skimpy."

"I know!" Alex said, then hoped he hadn't betrayed the depth of his enthusiasm for those photos.

"Yes, well...but those layouts are still usually on the demure side. A little tease, some mystery. The lingerie manufacturers assume a large group of their customers are women. But this shoot is different. A full swimsuit feature for a major sports magazine. And honest to God, I'm nervous. Some of the suits I'm supposed to wear this week are like being--well, I feel almost naked, if you follow me." She looked guilelessly into his eyes, as if for reassurance that he understood.

"I know just what you mean, Mom," Alex said slowly. "And we both know that the publishers don't sell out these 'special issues' to women shopping for bikinis. It's all about--"

"Sex. Of course. What men want to see." Kristen walked away from her son, hips swaying and ass rolling, her slender thighs and calves flexing as if she were wearing four-inch stripper's heels rather than walking in her bare feet.

At the center of the room, she spun on her toes. She yanked her robe open without warning and shrugged out of it. The scrap of satin wafted gently to the floor behind her.

Alex made a strangled gasp. He thought his heart had stopped for a moment, as he beheld the vision of his mother standing before him wearing nothing but the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen.

To call it a "suit" would be a gross exaggeration. The top was nothing but two strips of magenta knit, each no bigger than a Band-Aid, strung together by elastic cords a few millimeters wide. The little swatches did little to conceal Kristen's pink, domed nipples. But it had all been engineered with the precision of a suspension bridge to lift and hold the mammoth orbs of her breasts at the perfect angle for horny eyes to feast upon.

Alex stared in wonder at those amazing love balloons, imagining how they would feel in his hands as he played with them. He would suck his mother's big nipples until they were engorged and hard as marbles, kneading and massaging those fat melons for as long as he pleased, then mold them around his rigid dick while he crouched astride her chest for a long titty-fuck.

But that wasn't the best part.

Kristen's microkini top might as well have been an oversized sweatshirt by comparison to the bottom. Down below, an even smaller and narrower strip of the same bright-hued fabric was held in place over her crotch by thin elastic bands. She had to be completely shaven bare, as not even a landing strip of golden fluff could have been concealed by that flimsy little swatch. The velvet soft roundness of her love mound was completely visible.

In fact, except for the golden mane on her head, Kristen was waxed entirely hairless. Her body was a sleek landscape of tanned and silken flesh. She'd had a fresh mani-pedi before leaving on their trip, and this morning had painted her long almond-shaped fingernails and glossy toenails to match her swimsuit.

Unconscious of what he was doing, Alex stopped trying to hide the bulge in his jeans. He lightly rubbed his cock through the rough denim.

Kristen took that in with a quick glance, along with his wide-eyed stare, his flushed, perspiring face, and the throbbing of the vein at his throat. She was rounding third base and almost home.

"You-you think I'm too old for this look?" she asked hesitantly.

Alex sat spellbound, unable to speak. The inside of his mouth felt like the Sahara. His mother frowned. "I am going to have to call the doctor," she sighed. "I declare, commercial flights are nothing but damn Petri dishes of all kinds of infectious--"

"N-no!" Alex managed to croak out. "Nononono! I'm fine, really! It's just..."

"Then you must hate the suit," Kristen pouted. "Oh, I knew this was a mistake. I'm your mother. You must be mortified. And the back is even worse."

She pirouetted on one foot and bent from the waist to present him with the completely naked globes of her ass. The elastic strands crossing her lower back disappeared into the cleft between her butt cheeks, and the G-string rode up into her wet little sex slit--just as she knew it would. Her pussy lips were on full display.

Alex wanted nothing in the world at that moment except to feel his cock slide up between those plump pink gates to Paradise.

"Mom, mom, no, I love it. You're just so gorgeous and perfect and-and goddamn sexy."

"Oh! Thank you. You know, your father warned me that it wasn't fair to make a guy your age spend two weeks watching his mother posing and frolicking with barely a stitch on."

"Dad don't know shit," Alex declared.

"Don't be disrespectful."

"Sorry. But he's wrong. I'm the luckiest son in the world, to spend this time with you. And I can't wait to see the other outfits you're gonna model."

"Well, I can see that at least part of you fully approves," Kristen giggled. She wiggled her hips and looked fetchingly back over her shoulder like a pinup girl, eyes zeroing in on her son's crotch.

Alex realized with horror that the angry crimson dome of his prick had forced its way up past his waistband, pressed flat against the outside of his tee shirt and pointing upward. A glistening drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit.

Kristen's tongue flicked out between her lips. She no longer doubted that her son was about to yield to what she now believed was the wholly natural and healthy urge to fuck his own mother. No matter how conventionally bizarre the notion of mother and son locked cock-in-pussy might have seemed to him before, he was surely not repelled by the idea...as that fantastic fuck-stick between his legs attested.

And Kristen needed Alex's cock. She needed to fuck her son. She'd become accustomed to jumping on almost any willing, hard cock that came within reach. This was what her new life had opened her up to, and to her way of thinking it was an infinite improvement over the ever-yearning, timid Little-Miss-Mousey that a sexless marriage had reduced her to over the years. And it had come to seem unfair to deny herself the carnal knowledge of the man she most loved and desired in the world, her son Alex.

Despite his stunned silence at this moment, the look in his eyes and the determined upthrusting curve of his cock told her how excited he was and how easily she would soon rouse him to action.

Her imagination swarmed with choices and possibilities. What to do first? Suck a load of tasty jism from her son's giant cock, or just go straight for it and lower her motherly cunt onto that hard pillar of flesh and ride, baby, ride?

She strutted back to the bed and stood over Alex with her feet planted on either side of his knees. He didn't move. "You with me, Baby? Mama only needs one part of you turned to stone this afternoon," she purred. When he didn't answer, she suggested, "Maybe you're not well, after all. Maybe a little CPR is in order."

She leaned down, kissing him with her open mouth. Alex responded, pressing his lips to the full pink pillows of hers, his tongue chasing hers into the hot, moist sweetness of her mouth. She reached down and gently tapped the edge of one fingernail against the tip of his cock.

That broke whatever spell of paralysis gripped him. His hips bucked automatically upward, his crotch bumping and sliding against her thighs. "MOM!" he exclaimed. "What are we doing? "

"I don't know about you, darling, but I'm doing what any hot-blooded chick worth her salt would do, all alone with such a strong, handsome, heavy-hung guy. And if you'll give in to nature, I'm pretty sure that you're about to do what any horny young stud would do, given the chance, marooned in a hotel room with a big-titty slut of a swimsuit model. Am I right?"

She kissed him again, and this time he slid his big hands down the small of her back to grab the elastic of her suit bottom. He yanked hard. The cord snapped, and her G-string fell away.

"Oh God yes, naked again! Oh, thank God!" Kristen rasped. Alex was startled despite himself.

"You're like a whole other person," he said, his lust-thickened voice a mixture of awe and confusion. "What's happened to you?"

Kristen shrugged cheerfully. "What should have happened years ago. I've learned to let go of worry and accept all the pleasures that life offers. All the pleasures." She reached down with both hands to undo his fly. "But this isn't fair, is it? Kinda one-sided." She got his pants open and tried to tug them down his hips, but straddling him made the angle awkward. "Show me your dick. I wanna see my son's beautiful cock up close. The cock that's going to be inside me, soon."

Alex yanked his jeans down and kicked them off his ankles. Kristen settled back down to sit on his knees, facing him. She squealed and ground her drooling pussy against the underside of his cock.

"My Lord but you're fucking huge," she marveled. "Long and full and ready for an all-day play date with Mommy, aren't you?" She curled the fingers of her right hand around the magnificent column and tugged, pulling up so that his skin pulled taut from the coronal ridge all the way to his groin. She dragged the nails of her left hand slowly up the seam of his ball sack.

"Awhhhh..." Alex groaned. No woman had ever touched him with such frank confidence and skill. After all that had transpired today, he was afraid that he'd explode immediately. But his mother was indeed skillful, and her experienced touch brought him to the threshold but did not trigger his orgasm. Not yet.

He encircled her narrow waist and pulled her closer, kissing his way up the soft curve of her right tit to the edge of her top. He flicked his tongue up under the strip of cloth and it slipped up and off of her tit, leaving her saucer-sized nipple bare and dangling. He closed his lips around it and vacuumed the succulent flesh into his mouth. He was doing it! He was sucking his mom's tit and, from the way she squirmed against him, he could tell how much she loved it.

He tore the top's elastic cord and threw the last shred of her suit away, He had his mother truly and gloriously naked. As Kristen slid from his lap and knelt between his knees, Alex Jordan knew that he must be the luckiest guy on Earth.

"I'm not going to suck your cock," Kristen murmured. Seeing his face fall, she added hastily, "Not all the way, I mean. There will be plenty of time for cock-sucking and cum-drinking, I promise. All the time. But right this minute, I'm gonna suck this beast a little to get you all slick and lubed up. Because you're the biggest stud I've ever been with, by a country mile, and I've got to take you inside my pussy before I die of horniness."

Alex beamed, both because of his mother's words and because of the tone of her voice. She wasn't intimated by the size of his cock, the way younger women always were. On the contrary, she clearly yearned for what he had to offer.

"You don't have to worry about me," he assured her proudly. "With such a sexy mom like you for inspiration, I'll be able to get it up again right away with no problem."

It was Kristen's turn to thrill to the sound of her son's words. It was a delicate thing, boasting to Alex about the extent of her sexual experience. Many young men might be turned off by hearing their mothers confess to being true fucking whores, taking cock wherever they could find it.

Instead, Alex's cock just throbbed harder and rose higher when she confided her extensive and varied experience with big dicks.

Of course, most young men didn't have mothers like Kristen. Shy by nature, she had grown this year to appreciate her sexual gifts and the effect she had on most men. Her son was a man no different than the others. Rather, he was exceptional in being as gifted as she was, but in the sense of his male desires, he was not different. She believed in her heart that his claims about his virility were not mere adolescent boasting. He was, as Elena had suspected and Kristen had hoped, a fuck-stud through-and-through. Born to fuck, always hard and ready.

With that thought, she put her hands on her son's hips and pulled him forward to the edge of the bed. His towering, beefy prick slid up against her belly and nestled between her breasts, leaving a shiny, slippery trail of pre-cum all along the valley of her cleavage. She pressed her arms against the sides of her boobs to hold the enormous spongy spheres snug against his cock. She gingerly licked the underside of his glans, catching a few drops of the precious liquid on her tongue.

"Fuuuuck..." Alex groaned. His fingers gripped the edge of the mattress. Horny as he was and after everything he'd experienced today, it surprised Kristen that he didn't shoot off right then and there. Her son must have amazing cock control. She doubted that he realized how remarkable that was, any more than he appeared to fully appreciate the potential of his cock. But to Kristen, it was further confirmation that she'd bred a super-stud.

When Kristen tasted her son's pre-cum, she completely understood and forgave Elena on the spot. Alex's pre-cum was as thick and delicious as any jism she'd ever tasted, and had she been in Elena's place she'd definitely have ignored the beeping of her phone until after she'd drained her son's balls and swallowed every drop.

The redheaded slut had practiced surprising restraint, after all. As it was, Kristen was sorely tempted to jettison her plan to fuck her son before sucking him to completion. If his pre-cum was this yummy, how rich and flavorful must his cum be?

She couldn't do it, though. She'd eavesdropped more than once on Alex and his best buddy Jake as Alex had complained of his problems with girlfriends. Kristen knew that he was probably still a virgin. The most caring thing that she could do for him, as a mother, was to initiate him into full manhood before they did anything else. And, when she reminded herself of that, she realized that nothing could be more exciting for her than claiming her son's cherry. What an irresistibly wicked moment that would be! Her pussy juice flowed freely at the very notion.So, Kristen opened her mouth wide and swallowed her son's cock-knob. As he groaned and squirmed on the bed she rapidly swallowed the first several inches, until his crown lodged in the top of her throat. That triggered a flood of thick saliva that coated his massive member with love lubricant. Her cunt was so wet right now that she was about to puddle on the bedroom carpet, but her snug little sex hole would need every little bit of extra lube it could get, to take her son inside.

A few quick bobs of her head, and then Kristen let Alex's cock slide from her mouth. He sighed heavily, mourning the surrender of that most perfect of cock-hugging fuck-holes, but his disappointment was thankfully short-lived. His mother sprang lightly to her feet and climbed onto the bed. Alex could see the wet little slot of her pussy wink open and closed as she crawled to the center of the king-size mattress. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide apart, tucking the heel of one petite, high-arched foot up under her butt to slightly lift her pelvis off the bed.

"Mommy wants your cock," she whispered huskily. The large round domes of her mouthwatering big tits heaved gently with each breath. "See how ready I am?"

She dipped her right index finger into her pussy, ran it lightly around the dripping interior, and drew it out again. Alex stared open-mouthed at the juice glistening on her fingertip. Dry mouth was not a problem now; he drooled at the sight of his gorgeous naked mother placing her creamy finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. "I think I always pretty taste good," she sighed. "Is that vain? But you know what's so much better? The taste of my pussy juice mixed with a man's cum. It's like an aphrodisiac. It makes me want to fuck even more."

Alex's mother tilted her head to one side and looked at him from beneath heavy eyelids. Her blond hair fanned out like a halo around her angelic face. "So come fill me up with your cum, Baby. A long, deep fuck and a lovely snack for after. Give Mommy your cherry."

Alex fairly hurled himself between Kristen's legs. But instead of kneeling between her thighs and fitting his cock into her cunt right away, he had another plan. He brought his face close to her pussy. Inhaling deeply of her feminine scent, he planted wet kisses all over her cunt mound.

"Oh!" Kristen cried out in happy surprise. She adored having her pussy eaten-- but then, what woman didn't? What she truly didn't expect was the confident skill with which her own son went down on her. There was nothing tentative or clumsy in the way he licked and nibbled on her stiff, straining clit, or gently blew warm air across her joy button and over her hot pussy lips. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought he'd been with many women who'd taught him the ways of pleasing a woman.

Then he clamped his lips over her pussy hole and sucked, flicking his tongue in and out of her sex channel like a snake.

"OH FUCK! OH GOD!" Kristen squealed, twisting and writhing helplessly under the expert oral ministrations of her only offspring. "I-I can't...NOT YET!" But it was too late. A deep dip of Alex's tongue up to swipe at her G-spot and she convulsed in a sudden orgasm. There was no build-up, no warning, no slow rising heat and tingling of her groin, just zero-to-ecstasy in a fraction of a second as if her darling, wonderful stud of a son had flipped a magic switch.

When his mother said, "Give me your cherry," that was the first time that Alex had realized that she knew he was a virgin. And it had hurt his pride a little. That had not been her intention. But he was embarrassed anyway, and so, on impulse, he'd set out to impress her.

Virgin he might be, but the very fact that he couldn't get his cock into any of the younger women he'd dated meant that he'd worked very hard to please them using other methods--fingers, mouth, lips, and tongue. He gave the project his all, studying methods and techniques and all the signs of female arousal like he was going after an A+ in Honors Female Sexual Response. After a while, he could get the shyest of babes off in under a minute. He had kept one or two climaxing repeatedly for up to an hour. And in the back of his mind, he'd always hoped that one of his partners would get so carried away in the throes of pleasure that she'd let him fuck her cunt.

It had never happened. But that didn't matter, anymore.

"Ag-g-g- Again! " Kristen cried out. "Cumming AGAIN!!!" Her legs draped over her son's shoulders, she beat her heels against his back and clutched at his hair. She twisted and humped against his sucking mouth, completely helpless and out of control. Exactly as Alex wanted her. He kissed and probed and slurped and gulped, his cheeks and chin smeared with her nectar as he drank her delectable cunt-honey. For variation, now and again he concentrated for a minute on her clit, pursing his lips around the pink, engorged fun-button, nursing until she howled out another climax.

Alex exulted in his hour of sexual triumph. Unlike those stupid younger women, he knew that his mother would not deny him. What they were doing and were about to do was so unthinkable to most people that even in the act of offering herself to him, she had already stepped over a forbidden line that she would not retreat back across.

At least, he hoped not.

He couldn't wait any longer to have his mother's cunt. As much as they both were loving this extended oral action, it wasn't what Alex wanted most. More importantly, it wasn't what Kristen wanted.

When a mother told her son straight out that she wanted an incestuous fuck, it would be downright disrespectful to refuse her. And Alex Jordan was a good son who respected his mother.

He made Kristen come with his mouth twice more, then rose up on his haunches and crawled up between her legs. His iron-hard cock swayed before him, heavy balls dangling almost halfway down his flexing thighs. Clear liquid dripped from his cock-helmet onto her flat tummy. Kristen's own juices squirted from her slit at the sight of him.

"Can't wait any more," she gasped. She wrapped her slender fingers around her son's cock stalk, which throbbed and jerked crazily at her touch as she guided him forward. Sliding his big hands upper her butt cheeks, he easily lifted her up to the right angle for his penetration.

Kristen levered her hips forward and opened her thighs even wider. In her heart, a prayer of thanks for the gift she was about to receive. In her loins, only primal lust for cock. She hissed, a sudden involuntary inhalation when his sizzling cock-knob brushed against her pussy lips and nudged between them.

"Unnnghhh!" Alex threw back his head and growled. He flexed his pelvis and drove forward. His mother's tight, juice-soaked slit yielded to his firm, gentle pressure and his cock crown slid into her cunt.

"Oh, BAY-bee!" Kristen squealed, breathily drawing out the endearment. "Oh...oh oh oh OH!" Despite her spying and her most lurid imaginings, the size of her son's cock stunned her. She'd been stretched out by guys who seemed more horse than man, stallions who could fuck all night and move between partners in a bed without breaking rhythm. But what she felt as Alex drove inch-by-inch into her cunt was a new level of sensation, so shocking that she almost passed out.

Alex worked slowly in and out of his mother's creaming pleasure slot, mere fractions of an inch at first. She wanted to buck her hips against him, to help draw him further inside. But she couldn't move.

Now it was Alex's turn to ask, "Are you okay, Mom?" Her expression was frozen somewhere between pain and delight, and her eyes were strangely vacant. His previous, frustrating sexual encounters leaped to mind, and he feared that he had hurt his mother. Her lips parted as if to speak, but only a hoarse squeak issued from her slack, open mouth.

Alex couldn't know that for the first time in her life Kristen was literally paralyzed by pleasure. She was too overwhelmed to move, almost too excited to breathe.

"I'll stop," Alex said.

Panic galvanized Kristen to action. With a supreme effort of will, she managed to curl her hands weakly around his wrists. Tugging him forward, she tilted her head up, her mouth seeking his.

He couldn't pull out now, not so soon! It would kill her to lose her son's cock now--that magnificent fuck-tool was hers!

Alex grinned and lowered his mouth to hers. He understood. When he pressed his lips to hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth, Kristen tasted her own pussy cream. Her inner cunt muscles rippled and dilated just enough for him to push deeper into her.

The hot, slick flesh of his mother's cunt sucked and pulled Alex forward. Her consciousness might be a confused mess of madly-firing synapses, but her body responded reflexively in ancient rhythms, now humping and rolling and fucking back against her son.

"Fuck Mommy," she rasped out the words she'd cried so often in her secret dreams. "I-I want...I want...I want my...son's...cock. For me, forever."

"Whenever you want, Mom," Alex promised. There could not be a finer thing in all of life than the ecstasy of his prick gliding further and further up the taboo tunnel of his mother's pussy. Seeing her beautiful face contorted with lust, glassy-eyed and drooling with a wanton, sex-mad slut's need for cock. More cock. Alex's cock...He gritted his teeth and bore down, pressing further inward while fighting his nearly irresistible urge to shoot off.

He was almost all the way in...

Back and forth, a little further each time...

He pulled all the way out until only his helmet was lodged between her velvet sex lips and then, with one steady, strong forward thrust, he buried his cock all the way into his own mother's pussy.

His full, hanging ball sack slapped wetly against her ass.

"EEEYAWWWH!!!" Kristen cried out in a wordless, keening wail of carnal joy as she climaxed. She shuddered and convulsed from head to toe. Alex pulled all the way out, again, and plunged all the way forward. Kristen had barely a moment to draw breathe before she felt another orgasm surging up from her pussy.

"CUMMMINNG!" she shrieked. "OH NO, I'M THERE AGAIN! CUMMING CUMMING CUMMING LIKE A LIKE A-MOTHER--"

"--Fucker!" Alex finished the word with a hearty laugh. "Don't get confused, sweet, sweet, darling mother. I'm the motherfucker. You are a son-fucker."

"Son-fucker," Kirsten gasped, floating back into her body. She looked up and smiled wanly at Alex. "That's what I am, isn't it? I'm a shameless son-fucking slut. Oh my...oh my, I love it. Mmmmm..."

They kissed again. Kirsten's hands roamed down over Alex's torso, enjoying the firmness of his sculpted abdominal muscles, moving on until she closed her fingers around the base of his shaft. She traced the heavy orbs of his balls with her fingertips. Oh yes, he was very full. Her mouth watered, knowing that before too much longer she'd sample his cum--the thick, savory, sperm-rich semen of a young stud in his sexual prime. Her favorite vintage, by far. Her appetite was sharpened by the awareness that it was her own son's spunk that she'd be drinking this time.

She rocked her pelvis up and down, rotating her hips, luxuriating in being stretched tight around the biggest, hardest fuck-rod she'd ever taken. This was her crowning achievement, as Elena had promised, the ultimate in her progress from a traditional, stay-at-home suburban wife to supermodel slut. She was fucking her own son and he was the best she'd ever had.

Alex picked up his pace, plunging faster in and out of her motherly fuck-tunnel as her body relaxed to accommodate him. His cock throbbed harder and his balls pulled up against his body, signs to an experienced whore like Kristen that he was nearing his threshold.

But he kept pumping, in and out, back and forth. Clearly, he didn't want to give up the delights of his mother's slippery cunt squeezing and rippling around his invading prick, her sex muscles massaging and sucking at his shaft. Kristen was sure that she'd keep cumming for as long as he kept moving in her. But she was too caring a mother to be so selfish.

She pressed her hands against his muscular chest, holding him off.

"You've done enough for me, for now," she whispered.

"I can keep going, Mom. Honest. I got great control."

"Yes, you do. And we'll put that to the test, you and me, and often. But it's your turn now." She half-closed her eyes and smiled lewdly. "Cum in my pussy. Mommy wants to feel that virgin load of hot spunk filling her up."

Kristen's words pushed Alex over the edge. "FUCK!" he roared. He slammed into her welcoming pussy a final time as his cock erupted, shooting bolt after sizzling bolt of jism into her hot, churning depths.