The Jason Chronicles

Vacation, three years ago.

My god, what a body.I hope she doesn't notice me.

With her dark blonde hair conveniently obstructing the view, his tall, blonde and tanned mother allowedher son a perfect view of her body. Three weeks of hot sun had certainly bronzed her Skin to a very tastysun-kissed tone.

The fact that she was all oiled up and sunbathing only added to his dillemma. Or was it?

She had put on an orange and black bikini, which tightly accentuated her hourglass, mature figure. And hourglass she was. The garment only served in accentuating her huge, perfectly round breasts, barely keeping them contained. The black straps were trying not to snap from the stress they had to bear.

She was lying on her back, her breasts perfectly round and large. In perfect, milflike symmetry.

Jason could spot large nipples through the fabric of the orange bra. His eyes wandered downward, discovering a flat, toned belly, with barely visible abs. Her diet had paid off, certainly.

Her nice, muscular ass not in the view, sadly, Jason still had enough to admire: The front of the older woman, so fuckably arrayed in front of him. She had the most perfect hourglass figure he could dream of. She lay there, one leg crossed over the other, her long, muscular legs ending in small, pedicured feet.And, was there more? Yes, there was.The thong had shifted slightly and allowed her son, Jason, a slight peek of her fleshy vagina.

It drove him over the edge.

Jason thought about her riding him on the grass beside the family pool, his pulsating penis slamming into her wet, hot cunt in an incessant rythm of flesh and saliva. His mother, seated upon his manhood, moaning and screaming, riding her son like the bad mad whore-of-a-mother she always had been deep inside, throwing herself on his chiseled sixpack, forward and back, her leather necklace dangling down in front of her breasts, making her son tremble under her lustful , her breasts bouncing in his face, all for her son to see. Only for him to see. She loved it - and she knew he was in heaven, all the while looking at her. Savouring it. She knew, all of his was hers. Adn all of this was theirs. And theirs alone. His teenage cock was meanwhile wavering under the lustful earthquake that was his mother's flesh, around him. Enveloping him. Wanting to fuck him dry. He could feel his hot white lava rising inside his loins. His dark desires for her making him moan her name. "Mom...god you are the best. Fucking make your baby boy cum. Goddammit, ride me home you whore!" Devouring this lustful sight, his mother, riding his rockhard teenage cock, with this dark, obsessive fire in her eyes and pure lust in her beautiful face and his moans. His hands grabbed her hips. He wanted it faster.His grip inceasing around her waist, he hammered his cock even deeper into his mother's cunt, his young manhood almost bursting inside her. Like a madman, he drove into her, again. Again. Again. Deeper. Harder. So slippery wet she was..and now she was tightening around his cock. She was going to explode on him, already starting to shake. "Oh god son. You rrrrrr making mommy cum so hard again...Oh GaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwD! Yes, son. FUCK ME HARDRRRRRRR!!!!YESS!!!!!!!!"

And there he was: the pool again. Another daydream! He became hard instantly. Only his mother could take care of him, he realized. Pulling himself from the pool and taking great care in showing off his muscular chest and broad shoulders, the adolescent Jason flashed the stunning bombshell in the orange bikini a charming smile and amusedly watched the reaction of his well worked-out hourglass mom. He was young. And full of testosterone. He wouldn't let it go to waste. Especially not on his mother. The only woman he ever wanted to fuck.