0 comments/ 12985 views/ 1 favorites Moonlit Beach By: alonzo14 Inspired by the Beautiful & Sexy Joni Joni is the kind of woman that catches you by surprise. You simply don't go looking for such a stunningly beautiful woman and really expect to find her. If you are lucky, she just appears, like a genie out of a bottle. That is how I met Joni. Through the magic lamp called the internet. I happened, by pure luck, upon her profile in the members directory of an internet service and I was struck by the playfulness of her comments there. Naturally, I wrote her a quick note, introducing myself and asking her if she might like to correspond. To my surprise, she wrote back and soon we where exchanging e-mails and sexy pictures. I love to flirt, but with Joni, it didn't take much effort because I had never seen a more beautiful woman. At times the pictures she sent me captivated me so that it was all I could do to break away from them and resume my life. And the odd thing was that she seemed to like me. See, you just can't plan for something like that. As time went by, our letters became more erotic and we both soon felt a desire to meet, a chance to see if this was just an imaginary internet fantasy that we were living or if it could become some real, something tangible, something to savor. We made arrangements to meet at a bed and breakfast near the shore, a place she had heard of but had never visited. As the day of our meeting approached, our letters, always filled with desire, became laced with apprehension. Arriving at the bed and breakfast about 10 minutes before the appointed time, I lingered near my car, pacing back and forth in nervous anticipation. Finally, I saw her drive in and my heart skipped a beat. She spotted me and parked the car, finally to emerge and approach me. My god, she was even more beautiful in person! Joni was wearing a marvelous sun dress that showed off her body well and on her feet she wore open-toed shoes, and I loved the sight of her red-polished toes! She must have seen the expression on my face because Joni ran the last few steps into my arms and we embraced. "At last I can hold you," I whispered to her and I held her tightly. We got our bags, quickly checked in and went to our room. Once inside the door, we embraced again and this time we kissed, every so sweetly. Since it was nearly dinnertime and since we had the entire weekend to play, I suggested that we go down to the dining room. The food was fantastic and we had a wonderful time chatting and flirting over the meal. I loved the way Joni would touch my arms as she emphasized some point as she talked. Laughing at my corny jokes, this woman completely charmed me. I couldn't take my eyes away from her lovely face and her beautiful brown eyes. So engrossed were we in each other, we hardly noticed that we were the last people remaining in the dining room. I signed the check and we decided to take a walk along the shore. The moon was out and the warm August breeze blew its soft caresses over us as we walked hand-in-hand. Joni looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Taking off our shoes we walked barefoot through the sand, wading now and again into the surf. Joni would jump back in mock fright if a particularly big wave bounded in and I would pull her closely to me for protection. It was late and as we walked, we only had the moon for illumination. It was such a romantic evening. After a while we arrived at a secluded portion of the beach. Not another living soul was near us. Stopping in the surf, I held Joni in my arms and kissed her passionately. She gave me this look of such great longing that I only wanted to hold her in my arms. Giggling, Joni broke away from my grasp and ran a short distance away from the surf. Standing before me, she tossed her shoes away, and let the straps of her sundress fall from her shoulders. Slowly, Joni allowed the top of her dress to fall lower until her magnificent breasts were exposed to me. My heart was pounding in my chest. Her pictures didn't do her justice. She was much more beautiful and desirable in person! Finally, letting the dress fall to the sandy beach, Joni stood before me naked for she had not been wearing any panties. I moved towards her but she raised her hand to stop me. "Now you," she said, sweetly but forcefully. Quickly I began removing my own clothes. Shirt, pants and shorts were quickly tossed aside and I stood before her, naked and cock erect. I loved the way she looked me over, her eyes caressing my body as she took me in. Using her finger to beckon me towards her, she smiled a wicked little smile that sent shivers through my body. We embraced again and kissed the sweetest, most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. I felt her hard nipples on my chest and could feel my cock pressed against her leg. My hands explored her back and butt, and with each caress, my desire for this beautiful woman increased. Pushing Joni gently down to the sand, I looked at her gorgeous body in the moonlight. Everything about this woman affected me and I was nearly beside myself with desire. Her breasts were perfect, her stomach trim, her legs long and lithe, and between those legs was the most wonderful pussy I had ever seen, smoothly shaven, with a little glint of moisture glistening in the moonlight. I knelt between her legs and leaned forward to taste her pussy. She shuddered slightly as my tongue touched her swollen clit. The fragrance of her pussy filled my nostrils and only served to intensify my desire. I nibbled at her pussy lips and licked them tenderly, feeling the texture of their folds and tasting the growing moisture between them. As I did this, Joni began to writhe and moan. Her fingers clutched at the sand as I pushed my tongue as deeply into her sweet pussy as I could. I looked up past her breasts with nipples as hard as diamonds to her face and saw a look of pure desire there. I knew that I wanted her to cum and pour her cum all over my face. My attention to her pussy became more fervent and soon her moans became cries of pleasure until finally she erupted with a scream of ecstasy as she came hard in three waves of orgasm, her cum soaking my face, my tongue drinking in its flavor. When at last I thought she was through, I raised up to my knees again. Joni looked at me and said, "I want you inside of me. Please, I have to have you inside of me." Moving up between her legs, I placed my throbbing cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Her face was begging me to enter her and so I slid the head of my swollen cock into her. Again she shuddered from the pleasure of the feeling and my head reeled with the sensation. I began to slowly insert my cock into her pussy, but, as if by some magical force, her pussy virtually sucked me into her. Oh my god, I could feel her hot, wet pussy surrounding the entire length of my cock. The pleasure was excruciating. We looked into each other's eyes and I knew she was feeling the same sensations as I was. I began pumping my cock in and out of her and she moved in unison with each stroke. After only a few such strokes, she was cumming again and using her legs to pull me into her more deeply. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, but I gamely kept up the pace. No sooner did her orgasm subside when another one rose to take its place. Joni was writhing frantically beneath me and I could feel my own passion rising in my body. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass as my cum emerged from them and soared through the shaft of my cock. My body tensed and my cock stiffened as I shot my cum into Joni's pussy. I thought I would die from the ecstasy of it. I could feel the spasms of my cock and I'm sure that she could as well as my cum joined with hers. Finally I collapsed on top of her and we lay there together basking in the afterglow, my cock still pulsating inside her. I rolled off of Joni and she lay in my arms looking at the moon and listening to the surf roll in. We made love right there on the beach two more times before dressing and returning to our room, where we made love four more times during the night. Each time it was wonderful, but none could compare to that first time on the beach. Every sensation of that moment has been permanently etched into my brain and will live with me forever. Moonlit Beach We had planned a vacation on Maui for years. With its warm tropical breezes and cool nights it seemed the perfect place for quiet intimate times. Many of the beaches are, of course crowded, but if you're willing to search the north side of the island its possible to find many secluded beaches. Although we had been together for a while, we still shared many of the same fantasies and we knew that a trip to Maui would not be complete without a midnight adventure on a secluded beach It was a warm night, with a mild sea breeze. The beach was a few hundred yards from the roadway, protected by small cliffs. It stretched along the ocean, moving in and out of rocks. There were plenty of spots to enjoy the ocean, yet be hidden from casual view. We met in the parking lot. Diane was wearing a small bikini and a light beach robe. The robe was open revealing the small bikini she was wearing. The bikini did little to hide her voluptuous breasts. As a light breeze blew in from the sea, I could make out her stiff nipples through the thin material of her top. Her mound was barely covered by the thin cloth of the bikini. When I strained my eyes, I could see an outline of her lower lips. I was wearing only my swim trunks. Although they were somewhat loose, it is apparent to her that my cock was very impressed with what she had worn. I carried a blanket over my arm ... sand does NOT belong everywhere! As we walked down the beach away from the highway, we held hands and enjoyed the intimacy of two lovers alone. As Diane turned to face me, we melted together into a strong embrace. As our lips met, our tongues danced against each other. My hands traced down her back and ass as her hands moved over my body returning the squeezes. I could feel her hard nipples through the thin cloth of her bikini. She could feel my raging hard-on as it sought to nestle itself into her mound. We continued to kiss and touch for several minutes until finally I pulled away. "We need to save some of this for the beach". She smiled at me, lust dripping from her eyes. I gazed back into her soft blue eyes and could hardly heed my own words. Taking her hand, I turned toward the path that led to the beach. The moon was full and its reflection on the water seems to light up the whole sky. The waves crashing against the shore lazily seem to convey a raw force that was powerful yet gentle. It is how I feel when I am with her. We walked slowly through the sand, looking for just the right place that was far enough away from the nearby condos that a casual passer by would not notice us. As we walked, hand in hand, occasionally I’d bring our hands behind her to brush her round ass. As walked on, we came upon a large rock looming and the ocean just beyond. It looked like the perfect place. As we approached the rock, suddenly, we heard a moan ... and we stop in our tracks. The moan grew loud enough to drown out the ocean sounds. Slowly we peered around the rock. There we saw a couple, already naked embracing each other and locked in a passionate kiss. His hands were all over her back and ass as she straddled him. Looking closely we could see that they are not yet joined. The combination of the dark rock and the moon behind us, made it difficult for them to see us, yet we could see them perfectly. At that moment the woman began kissing her way down his chest. I moved my hand down Diane’s back and into her bikini to cupping her ass. She in turn placed her hand down the front of my swim trunks and grabbed my hard cock. We stood next to each other, mesmerized by what we were watching. It was so erotic. The woman continued her decent down his belly, lips moving and sucking his slick skin. As we watched, her tongue darted into his navel and my hand began massaging Diane’s ass. Her hand began to stroke my cock very slowly. My hand moved around to the front of her bikini and began to stroke and caress her now wet pussy. The naked woman was now holding her lover's cock as she began to suck the head. We both groaned while we watched her and pleasured each other. I reached down and undid Diane’s bottom and then helped her slip if off. She turned and tugged my trunks down until I could step out of them. I then laid the blanket on the sand and quietly gestured Diane to join me on the blanket. From this angle we could still watch the lovers. They were so engrossed in their own love play that they did not even notice us. Placing my hands on Diane’s hips, I maneuvered her until she was facing away from me and toward the other couple on all fours. I slipped behind her and let my cock brush lightly against her ass. We continued to watch the lovers as she sucked and licked his cock and balls. Moving in closer, I placed one hand on Diane’s ass and slid my other hand between her legs until my fingers were playing on her pussy lips. I slipped my middle finger inside her center to see if she was ready. My finger came away saturated. I spread her lips wide and inserted my hot cock. I felt her tremble and knew that she was struggling to keep from crying out. Suddenly the woman stopped sucking her lover's cock and moved to straddle it. With her head thrown back we could see the pleasure on her face. His hands grasp her hips as he pushed up deep inside her. He and I both began to stroke in and out at the same time like identical pistons ... pumping the same cunt. As we watched them it was as if we were watching ourselves. Pushing Diane’s bikini top up, I reach down with my hands and grasp her hanging breasts, as I felt her pussy shove back into my ass. I saw him reaching up to grasp his lover’s breasts. I massage Diane’s tits rhythmically as I pump my cock into her wet pussy. The roar of the ocean in our ears, the smell of the salt air, and the sight of the lovers fucking bring us closer and closer. Suddenly she cries out, gasping and shrieking in orgasm. I feel Diane’s tight cunt clasp my cock as she begins to cum also. I can no longer hold back and begin pumping my jism deep with into her. Every spasm of her orgasm enforces mine until we come quietly to rest. Pulling slowly out of her, I turn her over and lay down next to her to share the afterglow of our orgasm. However, she still seemed agitated, still squirming as if that mind-blowing orgasm wasn't enough. I felt her hand reach down and grasp my cock. I turned my head up briefly and realized that the other couple was now watching us, as they quietly stroked each other. I whispered in Diane’s ear, "Perhaps we could give them a show of our own...why don't you help me get hard?" She smiled wickedly at me, licking her lips, then giving me a deep kiss, full of lips and tongue. She then began kissing her way down my body, positioning herself such that the lovers could see both of us. I place my hands softly in her hair and moaned. Her lips made a trail over my flat stomach, paying careful attention to dip inside my navel. Her tongue twirled inside the little crevice before moving down to my pubic hair. She ran both hands up my inner thighs very slowly as she seemed to pause to admire my manhood. She then cupped both balls and gently rolled them around in her palms. My moaning increased in volume as she massaged them. She slid her thumb down lower to that special spot between my balls and ass. This made me squirm and arch up. I whispered, "Oh Baby, that feels so fucking good. You know just where I like it". She bent down and began to lick where her thumbs pressed. "Oh God, Babe … don't stop what you are doing". Her tongue glided up over my balls and she began to lick them up like two juicy plums. As my cock jerked to attention, the purple head oozed my pre-cum. She placed the tips of her fingers on the head and swirled the juice all over, bringing her fingers under the crown and back again. My breathing was getting very loud and labored. Grasping the shaft, she began to pump the skin up and down. As she pumped me, her mouth descended to engulf the head and I cried out, "Oh yeah, that's it baby ... suck it". She began to suck it like a lollipop. I moaned in ecstasy wondering how long I could hold out. She kept pumping my cock as she sucked and licked the head. She then pushed my cock down farther into her mouth and then into her throat. Holding on to her head, I started fucking her mouth, all thought of control banished to the sensation of the moment. Faster and faster I pumped my cock up into her mouth. "Yeah Babe, I want to shoot my load down your throat". In answer, she just sucked harder and pumped faster. My cock felt like it was going to explode. I glanced up and notice that the lovers were now fucking doggie style watching us intently. Diane’s mouth was so hot, and I could feel her tongue against my shaft with each stroke, swirling. I wanted to hold back but I couldn’t...as I felt the cum rising in my balls, I yelled, "Oh god, I'm cumming", and I felt her suck me deep within her throat as the first load shot from my cock into her mouth. My orgasm seemed to last forever, yet she continued to stroke and suck me, as if to drain every drop. As my orgasm subsided, I heard the lovers cry out, and notice that they were locked in throws of their own orgasms. Drawing Diane’s head up, I smiled and her answering gaze brought some life into my withering hard-on. We kissed, my tongue searching her mouth, tasting a little of my own pungency, as I held her tightly against me, feeling the warmth of her breasts. I looked around and noticed that we are now alone. Although I felt sated, I continued to stroke her back and ass, enjoying the warm feeling that follows orgasm, yet wanting to determine if she was satisfied. Grasping one breast playfully in my hand, I broke out if the embrace and whispered, "That was awesome, Babe, how can I possibly give you even part of the pleasure that you just gave me." Diane smiled and leaned back away from me, spreading her legs wide, giving me a view of the sparse red hair on her pussy, taking her own fingers and spreading the lips wide. “I believe this needs tending, Sweetie. You can’t imagine how horny I’ve gotten sucking your cock and swallowing your cum. I think it’s time you used those lips to finish me off.” I needed no further invitation. I crawled up her body and began kissing her mouth and her full lips and then proceeded to taste my way across her neck and shoulders. As my lips trailed across her breasts, I felt her shiver. I knew that her nipples were particularly sensitive and that she loved having them sucked. I certainly would oblige. At first I let my tongue swirl around her nipple, feeling it begin to grow taut, but not actually touching it. Slowly I let my tongue and lips converge on her nipple until it was sucked gently into my mouth over my lips and teeth. I then began sucking harder, trying to pull her nipple deeper and deeper into my mouth until it was teasing the back of my tongue. Her moaning and small cries let me know that she was enjoying every lick. Soon her hand was on the back of my head and she was crying, “Yes…Yes…suck me hard.” I then left that nipple and proceeded to give the other one equal time. As I sucked and licked and kneaded it with my tongue, my other hand squeezed and stroked her other breast and nipple. Soon she was squirming and crying out. I knew that if I continued, she might even cum from only my lips on her nipples … but I had other plans. As I continued to fondle her breasts, my mouth licked its way down, pausing briefly to tease her navel and then proceeding to the soft red hair that covered her mound. My tongue moved lightly over her hair and then licked the creases formed by her mound and her legs. Ignoring her center for the moment, I licked my way down the inside of each thigh. She moaned again, her hand descending on my head and pressing me up toward her wet pussy as her legs spread even wider. “Don’t tease me, Lover. I need your tongue on my clit.” I resisted her efforts and then licked my way back up to her mound, pausing to blow warm hair across her now swollen lips. I then flicked my tongue out gently caressing her clit. She shuddered and pressed my head forward. I then began licking around her clit, inside her lips and slowing increasing the speed at which I flicked my tongue. As I heard her breathing grow more ragged, I slipped my hand between her thighs and spread her lips with my fingers and began the final assault on her clit. My tongue flicked around and over it feather light. Soon she was gasping and shoving her hips up trying to get more pressure from my tongue, but I resisted, knowing that direct pressure would cool not inflame her. Suddenly she cried out and began shaking and clinching her legs around my head as she began cumming. I continued flicking my tongue across her clit, feeling her hands waiting for the signal from her that her orgasm was waning. Her body shook and she cried out in a loud wail. Finally she was pushing me away as her pussy became sensitive. I moved up and we held each other and kissed deeply, not talking but sharing the afterglow of her orgasm. Then we heard a giggle and saw two shadows run away down the beach. It seems we had had a secret audience. As we turned to each other and smiled, we knew that this would be a night that we would provide us with pleasure for years to come. Moonlit Beach WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately. Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways. This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further. * The back door of the Long Island, New York home opened. First a woman, then a man stepped out onto the porch. He closed the door. They stood side-by-side. She looked to the sky. It was cloudless, thus allowing the moon to shine its silver, full, circular light. The small, spacious, and secluded house was hers. She bought it at the urging of the man beside her. He said it would be a great getaway place and an even better way to spend her philandering husband's money after the divorce. The man cast his vision to the beach. The water was relatively calm, and the incoming waves nipped at the shoreline. Her left hand brushed against his right. Their fingers interlocked. The couple looked at each other, and began a slow leisurely walk down the wooden steps onto the beach. She felt chilly, even though the temperature was hovering in the low 70s this late spring night. She released his hand and pushed herself against him, snuggling as they walked. She smiled at him. She soon realized she wasn't chilly; she was just very nervous. It was nervousness that had been building up for some time. It was a positive apprehension, and felt often when she was around the man by her side. When he returned into her life almost a year ago when her marriage disintegrated, she felt rescued, cared for, and loved. Their relationship, over time and thanks to his charming personality and sincere nature, changed. Actions and sentiments, on both their parts, allowed the changes to begin and continue. The relationship had bloomed into something totally unexpected. The woman now tingled all over, especially in a place long since untouched. The man was also apprehensive, but no where as much as she was. He maintained a confidence, which was the right remedy for her vulnerability and hidden, growing feelings about him and them. He despised what her husband had done to her. When he got wind of the literal affair, he rushed to her side. He was just starting out to achieve his goals and life plans. But he gladly put them aside for this woman so he could try and ease her pain, make her laugh again, and try to bring back some happiness into her shattered world. He now looked at her, and returned her smile. His arm had been around her waist when she snuggled him. He lovingly tightened his arm's grip. This grip of affection unintentionally made her peach colored T-shirt stretch over her large, jiggling braless breasts...and reveal her stiff nipples. Upon seeing the hardened peaks jutting through the shirt material, something of the man's began to also harden. The two had strolled well into the middle of the beach. The man stopped their walk. He let go of the extra large beach towel that he held in his other hand since they left the house. They looked at each other, deeply. They smiled at each other, like lovers do. They were both a mixture of love, lust, fear, puzzlement, and longing. He stepped in toward her, and pressed his lips firmly against hers. The woman's response was to wrap her arms around his broad, bare shoulders. Their bodies, like their lips, meshed together. The scene of the kissing and hugging couple on the evening beach under a moonlit sky, if someone had a camera, would have made a romantic Hallmark card. Their kiss was a PG rating. Their lips were locked and tongues did not meet. It was their first ever mouth-to-mouth kiss. Their heads began to swirl, and they separated their mouths from the oral embrace. They were both breathing a little heavy. Their eyes were downward, both looking and feeling somewhat guilty. He was the first to look up, at her. Then she raised her sights onto him. Her eyes still had fear, but it was much less. There was more of a dreamy look about them now. His eyes had a mischievously gleeful appearance. "You're one hell of a kisser," she complimented with a sigh. "So are you, Mom." Angela grinned at her son, Dan. It was so easy to see how any girl could be enraptured with him and by him. Two decades of male youth with jet black hair, 6 foot, muscular, a marvelous wit, a dazzling smile, and winning character traits. The time they went swimming earlier in the month showed he had buns McDonald's would kill for, and a very sizeable package between his lean thighs. Dan's eyes were upon Angela. Now he knew why he loved the Mafia flick Goodfellas; his mother looked so much like a young Lorraine Bracco except for auburn hair. Viewing her not as his mother, Angela was a Grade A MILF. Her full, wavy hair fell to just below her shoulders. Also full were her breasts. Angela had a rack that caused lots of whiplash. Her tummy was relatively flat for a 41 year old woman. Her butt was average but looked mouthwatering when she wore light-colored jeans or pants. Her legs were long—very long. They just seemed to go on forever, and made her almost as tall as Dan. Viewing her as his mother...she was still a MILF. Both of their minds were on how they got here—on a secluded moonlit beach sharing a kiss that is reserved for lovers. Almost a year ago when Angela learned her husband was cheating on her with a stewardess, the first person she told was Dan. They had maintained a friendship within the typical parent-child relationship and he was the first person that she thought of to speak with. He was at college out of state, and when he heard Angela's crying on the phone, he himself wanted to sob with her. But he knew he would have to be strong for her. That weekend he rushed home and held his mother as she cried and poured forth her broken heart. The weekend eventually turned into a semester, as Dan left the university to care for Angela. She could still function like go to work and clean her apartment. She was just emotionally crushed by the realization of her spouse's infidelity. She was so down she did not even raise a fuss when Dan told her he left college and was moving back in with her. He just wanted to be there for her, the way she so often was in his young life. She cried when he told her this, but it was tears of appreciation and love. His cooking meals, especially dinner when she would come home dead tired from the office, was a pleasant treat. He did this almost every night until finally Angela insisted she share some of the cooking duties. He was adamant about kicking in for the rent so he got a job as a mechanic. They stayed home together after work and on the weekend. Occasionally they went out for dinner, but for the first couple of months their enjoyment was just being together in the apartment watching the latest Netflix DVD. Eventually they went out more, to the movies, for coffee and cake, or drinks. The whole time, both inside and outside of the home, Angela and Dan were together in their own little world. At the beginning he was in protection mode, not wanting anything else bad happening to his mother, or have some schmuck make a pass. She in turn loved the protection, love and sole attention. Over time the relationship changed. They frequently held hands, she once in a while lay her head on his shoulder, they sat very close together—almost cuddling—on the couch watching a movie, he kissed her on top of the head, and they seemed to be lost in each other. For them the outsides world was an unnecessary backdrop. Their relationship had transformed into a different type of love. The kind of love a man and woman—not son and mother—have. It also reached, within this alteration, to the point where the man and woman needed to express their love physically. The couple on the beach looked at each other a few more seconds, and then reconnected their lips and bodies. There was a new-born hunger to the reconnection. He was the first to send out his tongue. In a nanosecond her mouth widened and permitted in his tongue to play with hers. Their two slippery, oral organs flickered and twirled at each other, and with each other. The touch of their tongues sent shockwaves throughout their minds and bodies. "Hmmmmm." "Arrggghh." She motioned next, reaching between their heaving forms and cupped the plumpness in the front of his blue gym shorts. Her fingers palmed his testicles through the material and tenderly caressed the two male plumbs. Next the amorous mother slid the flats of her fingers, almost tentatively, up and down the length of his erection through the shorts. It twitched, in appreciative delight. Then she scanned with her finger flats over the apparently large cockhead. It bounced energetically, seeming as if it wanted to burst through the clothing. The mother surmised her son was seven inches in length, minimum. "My, Daniel, how you've grown," she whispered in his ear. "Momma is very impressed." Hearing this double entendre from his gorgeous mother made Dan sexually flip. He quickly slipped his hand under her nearest breast and gave it a hearty, lusty squeeze through the T-shirt. He thrilled in its weight, and ample curvature. Then he brushed his thumb over the distended nipple. "Ohhhh," she moaned. He fondled the large, fleshy melon, caressing it. He thumbed the teat, stroking it with great intent. While they French kissed, her breathing increased. It was much heavier, an erotic hum in his mouth and to his ears. His hand continued its adoration of her quivering tit, feverishly kneading it over and over. Angela soon broke from the kiss and stepped back. She was now panting, similar to a thirsty dog. Her eyes, cast upon him, displayed oncoming lust. The divorcee brought her hands to the hem of the shirt, lifted it up and over her head, and tossed away the not-needed material. Angela's D-sized breasts jiggled free in the moonlight. Dan's jaw dropped. His mother's large, naked breasts, with puffy areoles and turgid nipples, were before his widened eyes. She then cupped the bodacious mammaries and literally offered them to him. As she thrusted outward her chest, her back formed a sexy curve. "Come on, baby," she seductively sold. "They're all yours." Her thumbs and forefingers rolled the nipples for additional emphasis. She then palmed herself, squeezed and caressed her tits. Dan was stunned. His knockout of a mother stood before him topless in Daisy Duke-type denim shorts offering him her huge jugs while playing with them. "You've got incredible tits, Mom!" he desirously critiqued. Dan swung his arm around her waist again, and pulled Angela in to him. His head descended upon a breast, and his mouth began suckling it. His other hand immediately reached for the other tit. She swooned, "Ugghhh!" He sucked, licked, and kissed as much of the tit and nipple as possible. His mouth and tongue were ravenous, tantalizing the frantic breast and teat. His lips hungrily sailed along the curve of the breast and kissed everywhere, while his tongue painted saliva streaks over the quivering globe. Lusty laps and sucks were eagerly provided to the taut nipple. His other hand, meanwhile, greedily felt her other bare breast. He squeezed it like a ripe fruit, relishing in the taboo touch of the tit. He enjoyed its fullness, caressing all over the excited, heaving mammary flesh. He alternated between gently pinching and pulling the upright nipple. He also circularly rubbed his palm over it and the swollen areole. "Oh, Dannnnny! You do that so nice. Suck my tits! Feel them! Feel the nipples! Love them! Yeah! You're making your mother sooooo hot!" After a short time, Dan switched, his mouth going to the breast he was handling and vice-versa. He was equally attentive to the new tit he now orally adored. His hand was also just as energetic with its new partner, squeezing the mammary and playing with the nipple. Finally he cupped both breasts, pushed them together so the erect nipples were closer to each other, and heatedly, rapidly licked the teats. "Mmmmm!" he sounded with escalating horniness as he insanely laved at the twin nubs. Angela's nipples were always a sensitive source for arousal. Her chest was on fire, while her legs felt like jelly and her vagina became dewy. "Ohhhh!" the cougar whimpered. The randy son moved his head left to right, right to left, his wild tongue licking the pushed-together, stiff nipples. He'd occasionally stop to concentrate his laps on one. He'd then suckle the nipple and areole. He would then give the same solo treatment to the other teat and areole. Eventually he'd pressed the nipples back next to each other and return to his horizontal tongue lashing of them. Dan glanced down at the crotch of his mother's short shorts. He had always loved when a pretty woman wore shorts, the sexy "V" formed between the thighs appeared more prominent. He saw, thanks to the silvery moonlight, a faint dark spot on Angela's "V." He grudgingly broke from catering to her breasts, and fell to his knees. This sudden action left her standing there, out of breath and wondering. He reached for the nearby beach towel and opened it, spreading it out to its fullest length and width on the sand. He got on top of it then grabbed her closest wrist, pulling her also on top of the towel. Dan gently pushed her down and positioned himself next to her waist. A rush of dizziness came upon Angela as her son's hands flew to the waist of her Daisy Dukes. He opened the snap on her short shorts and parted the unbelted corners of waist fabric. A heady dose of Angela's pussy perfume fountained up to his nostrils. He would have taken his time, first removing her shorts and then the panties. Not now. The young man's sexual fury was growing at break-neck speed. His breathing was actually gasping as the fingers of both his hands slip under the waistband of the denim shorts and hooked it, together with the panties' waistband. His fingertips were pleasantly surprised at the wispy, satiny feel of the underwear waistband. These were no granny panties a mother regularly wore. This was a Victoria Secret-type. He tugged downward simultaneously the two pieces of material. Angela's delirium increased as she felt her son—of all people—begin to pull down her shorts and panties, at the same time no less. She raised her curvy hips, provocatively wiggling for his viewing pleasure, and to help him with the erotic task. Maddeningly for Dan, the shorts budged little in the first few tugs. They finally began to move, revealing more illicit parental skin. Angela, in the meantime, was swooning. The crotch material of the panties had gotten wedged into her lubricating pussy lips. When it was eventually yanked free from her embracing labia and lowered along with the shorts, she exclaimed out loud. "Oh!" The Daisy Duke denim shorts and Victoria Secrets panties, both damp with essence, now easily came down. They traveled southward along Angela's long, sculptured legs. When they were around her thin ankles and pedicured feet, the hunky, horny lad completely removed and tossed them back toward the house. The couple's ragged breathing sounded like two thoroughbreds down the stretch of a race. They hungrily gazed at each other. His eyes moved down the sumptuous, nude female form. Her eyes followed his, and she beamed with wanton pride as he lustfully surveyed her fine body. Angela lay completely naked, on a beach towel on a secluded piece of Long Island shoreline, before her 20 year-old son. With knees bent, she slowly and seductively opened her legs, allowing her son to view the prized, taboo, and moist treasure between them. Dan was in erotic awe. His mother's cunt was a MILF masterpiece. Her pubic hair was reddish-brown, and neatly trimmed in the shape of a racing stripe. The outer lips were puffy and swollen. The inner lips stood out, and glistened with her fermenting ambrosia. Her raw musk, now unhindered by clothing, became oxygen to him. The whole vagina seemed to pulse with forbidden wont and desire. "Oh, Mom, your pussy is magnificent!" he remarked, then lowered his face into her steaming crotch. Angela tossed her head back, her luxurious mane flying sexily through the air, while her eyes rolled back in her head. "Dannnnn!" she softly uttered his name as his cheek landed on her pubic hair. It was love at first feel. Dan's face was enamored with the fuzzy texture of Angela's pubic patch. He rubbed one cheek then the other against the recently-shaved hair. The next thing the son did titillated his mother. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Angela moaned in surprise and with elation as Dan's tongue gave her slick, pink slit a brief lash. It traveled the entire length of her sweet cunt, starting at the bottom and lifting upward, barely missing the clitoris. The young tongue cruised along the moist surface of the labia, never slipping in between the two fleshy borders. The immediate, tangy taste of her dampening muff was rousing to him. "Eat me, baby! Eat meeeee!" It was both an order and a plea to her son. She slowly began to massage her breasts, and play with her nipples. The tongue returned for another lick of her succulent pussy. This time it was a slow, and teasing stroke. She yelped aloud. He repeated several times the same gradual motion, progressively stimulating his horny mother. Her luscious ass shot up, and a new round of secretions bubbled forth out of the cavity. The secretions coated his lips and tongue, and energized his taste buds even more. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as Dan happily swallowed his mom's love juice. Dan's breathing was now slow and heavy, especially the inhaling. His nostrils brought in large snorts of the forbidden cunt cologne. It was strong, marshy, and enticing. With eyes closed his head moved around, dizzy with the aroma which enveloped his mother's crotch. Next Dan tended to her labia. With great care, he nibbled on the spongy, moistening petals. He occasionally sucked into his mouth the frantic sex lips, then returned to gently chewing on them. Angela was on fire and going insane. She enjoyed his teasing touch, but she wanted more. She need more. She hysterically shoved her twat in his face. It briefly startled him. "Put your tongue in it!" the horny mother demanded. "Put your tongue in it!" Mom always said I should listen to her, so..." Dan pushed his face back at the needy, musky, humid snatch. His tongue quickly darted into Angela's intimate opening. The mother's long, sleek legs shot up straight, forming a V. They then quickly enfolded Dan. An unexpected thrill sizzled all through his body as he felt this leggy vise. The young lover advanced his eager tongue deeply into the yearning, molten cunt. The tongue fluttered, curled, and corkscrewed in Angela's buttery vaginal depths. "Yesssss! Oh, oh! Yes!" she cried in ecstasy. The massaging of her own breasts and nipples was now frenzied, as the son wiggled his tongue further into his mother's warm, gooey pussy. Her welcoming cuntal insides bathed the intrepid organ with more honey. The 41 year-old babe was not leaking sap. She was gushing it. Her thinner thighs, and all of Dan's face were covered in her sticky discharge as he orally titillated her juicy muff. His vision cast itself above her pubic bone. Angela was bugged eyed, and—in between moans—breathing arduously. Her attractive face displayed intensifying sexual pleasure. Seeing this and how her busy hands were rubbing her large, shaking breasts, Dan was enthralled. He stopped his cunnilingus and picked his head up, loosening the thigh grip she had on him. Puzzled at the unexpected halt to the superb oral loving, she met his gaze. Moonlit Beach "Yummy mommy!" The hunk bawdily displayed his intense satisfaction with the taboo banquet, slowly licking his lips which glistened with her sauce. "Your pussy tastes sooooo good!" he lewdly and unabashedly appraised. Then, with a smirk, he returned to his feast. He lowered his head back down between Angela's parted, sultry thighs. Dan dragged his sticky face over her drenched pubic hair and mons, deeply breathed in the pungent scent, placed his willing mouth over her vulva and resumed to lick at and inside her hot, dripping honey-hole. Angela writhed uncontrollably and wailed in carnal delight. "Oohhhh! Yes! Yes, my stud son. Lick my pussy! Ah! Momma needs it! Oh, yeah! Just like that! Yessss!" After the exhilarating barrage of laps to her twat, Dan splayed apart the sex lips with his thumbs, straightened his tongue, and literally fucked her with it. His head shoved back and forth as his oral penis briskly slipped in and out of her open, flowing, desirous gash. "Oh, Dan, you sexy thing—fucking Mommy with your tongue! Oh, you nasty boy! Do it! Fuck my horny pussy with your tongue! I love it! Fuck it! Fuck it!" For a while, it was his tongue electrifying her cunt. Then it was his mouth. Then his tongue again. Next it was his face, rubbing all over her saturated pubic area. Occasionally, he licked her inner thighs. Then it was back to the mouth pleasing the torrid hole. It was a breathtaking, intensely pleasurable montage to the woman. Dan ate out Angela with utter abandon, spurred on and turned on like never before because he was devouring his own mom's aching cunt. He had fallen in love with Angela. And now was in love with her pussy, dining on it like it was his last meal on Earth. He lustfully relished the cuntal taste, aroma, wetness, and stickiness. The young Adonis turned his focus and efforts to Angela's swollen clit. It had bounced frantically around all this time, as if yelling, "What about me?!" Dan had virtually untouched it, purposely. The savvy son was reserving the glistening, pink nub for last. The tip of his tongue now drew feathery, wet circles around it. Next he exhaled breaths of air upon it, grinning as it pulsated madly. Then finally, he simply laved at the excited love jewel, continuously and steadily. She ecstatically shrieked. "Agghhh! Lick my clit, baby! Lick it! Oh fuck, yeah! Lick my clit!" The proficient lover, after a while, began to suckle the frenzied nub. Angela bucked wildly on the beach towel, nearing her first orgasm in a little over a year. She tempestuously interlaced her slick, tight thighs around Dan's head and proceeded to ride him. The divorced parent humped her son's face with uninhibited wantonness and vigor, as he orally captivated her. She showered him with more sticky gratitude, and increased thrashing. Angela rode Dan's face into an orgasmic sunset. Within moments, she proclaimed joyously, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her breathing was quick huffs and puffs. "Oh yesss! Your tongue, your mouth--you're making Mommy cum! Yes you are, Danny! My beautiful boy!" The MILF released her legs from around his head. She bent them, dug her feet into the sand through the beach towel, and raised up her hips in triumph as the long sought-after climax ripped through her like a freight train. Angela thundered. "Yesssss!" Dan's response was a smile, a perverse sense of pride, and more muffled, slurping noises. He held her luscious, bouncing ass cheeks as he continued to nurse her jewel and drink her outpouring syrup. When Angela had finished her mighty and satisfying climax, her body motions slowed though her breathing sounded asthmatic for a while. It was at this point in which Dan raised his head from between his mother's tired, spread legs. His face looked like the inside crust of a custard pie. Angela peered at him and chuckled. The moonlight reflected off the glaze that covered his entire head. The two eyed each other. He raised himself and moved forward, in a stalking manner like a lion. He hovered over her a second, taking in the contented look on her stunning face. He lowered his mouth to hers and they kissed. The mother inhaled her own aroma and tasted her own nectar. It was a new experience brought to her by her only child. As their lips revolved together in slow motion, she took a liking to her own heady fragrance and tangy favor. The kiss became French, their tongues reuniting in their own squirming, twirling bliss, as their arms wrapped around each other. "Oh, Dan, that was absolutely wonderful! No one—and I mean no one—ever ate me out like that." "Thanks, Mom. I am glad I could please you like that. And just keep in mind: 'there's more where that came from.'" She "ooed" and giggled in response, before returning her mouth and tongue to his. Angela felt Dan's penis rub against her torso through the gym shorts. It had become somewhat deflated as she fucked his face while orgasming. She needed to see his manhood, her son's cock, and personally assist in making it again erect. She leaned into his ear and whispered, "You know it's really not fair I am naked and you're not." As if a drill sergeant yelled a command, the 20 year-old muff-diving champ immediately stood up, and stepped back a bit. Angela's eyes widened, and instinctively licked her lips when she viewed the hefty lump in the front of his shorts. His hands were a flash, going to the waistband and shoved his only clothes down to the sand. He kicked away the gym shorts, and parted his feet a little. With his hands on his well-toned hips, Dan stood confidently before his mother, naked as the day he was born. It turned him on immensely to reveal his bare body to his sexy and horny mother, as evident in his penis solidifying, reaching now 2/3 its span. Angela was speechless, her mouth literally falling open. Dan, her son, was the picture of young masculinity and pure male sexuality. His handsome face was accented by his brown wavy locks and short haircut. His arms were showing the initial shapes of bulging biceps. His upper chest was muscular. His stomach was flat with 6-pack abs. His thighs were well-developed. Between those thighs is what took Angela's breath away and incited another lick of her lips. Her son's penis was amazing, displaying girth and growing length. The shaft was pinkish, thick, and lengthy. The vein was substantial. The circumcised top was bulbous and mushroom-shaped. A drop of pearly liquid fell from the hole. His pubic hair was wild and curly. His testicles dangled freely; the nutsack was robust, and flaunted youthful virility. "Oh, Dan, my dear son, you are a woman's wet dream come true!" Angela wantonly assessed. "Thank you," was his simple reply as he exuded complete confidence and a knowing smile. The fired-up divorcee, still on the beach towel and now eyeing only his upturning prick, got on hands and knees and crawled the short distance to Dan. Her curvy body moved seductively. She got in front of him and, on her knees, lifted up her body. Her head was in direct line with his groin. She gripped the outside of his thighs, leaned inward, opened her mouth, and covered the head of his cock with her lips. The second he felt the wet, warmth of his mother's mouth on the top of his hardening member, Dan raised his head skyward and groaned with glee. "Ohhhhh, Mom!" With his hands still on his hips and feet spread apart, the young hunk stood nude, proudly and majestically on the beach under a full moon as his foxy, naked mother kneeled before him giving him his first incestuous blowjob. The maternal lips fervently encircled the penile head, which filled her mouth. She held it like that, sucking just the top, her flowing salvia coating it. The suction action of her lips sent the sensitive cockhead into a delirium. Meanwhile her nostrils flared, joyously overcome by the musky, manly scent of his crotch. Her throat was delighted with a sizeable drop of pre-jizz. Her hands reached around and squeezed his tight butt cheeks. "Arrggghhh!" he breathily released. Angela felt like such a slut, sensing the need to have more of her son's massive prick in her mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles and eased her head forward, allowing more cock flesh to pass between her eager lips. She felt it throb inside her mouth, and become harder as it slid along her sodden tongue. In no time, Dan was once again completely erect. (He had been at full mast at the start of performing cunnilingus.) When the tip of his penis grazed the back of Angela's throat, they both trembled. Try as she might, the horny mother could not intake the whole lengthy tool. Undeterred, the sexy parent went to work. She proceeded to bob her head up and down, as her greedy mouth slurped and sucked as much of the forbidden hard-on as physically possible. She nursed the stiff, luscious penis like an ice cream cone in summertime Phoenix. The well-endowed lad felt like he was heading to a sexual nirvana he had never known. "Oh, shit! Oh, oh! Ahhhh, Fuck, Mom! That feels great!" Dan wanted to use his hands to guide Angela's head as she orally tantalized his erection. But he realized that she was doing just fine on her own. He quickly concluded his stunning, sex-starved mother was a Hall of Fame cocksocker. He just ran his hands through his own hair and enjoyed. "Yeah! Yeah! That's it, Mom! Oh fuck, yeah! You suck my dick real good! Oh, yeahhh! Suck it!" hollered the pleasured young man. Angela went crazy with lust. Her mouth, the cheeks deeply shallow, worked the rigid schlong feverishly. The craziness increased as the penile hole kept banging against the inside of her throat like a wrecking ball. The woman's salivary glands were working overtime, greasing the exuberant sausage with endless wetness. With her head moving rapidly, Angela gulped, sucked, and savored her son's man-meat. His steel-hard dick glided in and out of her consuming mouth at a dizzying rate. Wet, decadent slurping sounds filled the Long Island night. Eventually, the wanton mother slowed her mouth's motions...so her tongue could come out and join the illicit festivities. It slithered along the underside of the shaft, slowly. "Ugghhhh!" groaned her young Adonis. Angela's tongue glided from the base to just below the cock-crown, and back. It glossed over the full vein, up and down, down and up. She purposely avoided the sensitive tip like he had ignored her clit. "That's it, Ma! Yessss! Lick my cock! Lick it good! Oh yeaahhh!" Dan lustily cheered. The tempo of her tongue remained unhurried, sensuously stimulating almost the whole strapping penis to new heights of ecstasy. For a few torturous seconds, the top of Dan's dick was unattended to. Then, without warning, Angela's tongue whirled over the yearning head, bathing it in a drenching layer of saliva. In turn, the shameless mother got treated to more leaking pre-cum. This sent the tongue into overdrive as it lashed, twirled, and danced over the excited, mushroom-shaped cap. Frequently, she tickled the tip of his penis with the tip of her tongue. When she first did this, Dan's prick jolted, his nuts bounced, and his body shook as if he was freezing. "Agghhhh!" the hunk shuddered as blasts of pleasure seared from his groin to the rest of his body. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and steadied the frenzied manhood to continue delivering quick, electrifying tongue tickles to the responsive penile tip. Angela felt so alive. She was sucking and licking dick, a personal art not used in a long time. (It would seem she hadn't lost her literal touch.) But what made this sucking so deliciously exhilarating was who was on the receiving end of this award-winning pipejob. It was her son. The wickedness of this incestuous act sent her lust through the stratosphere. She sat on her knees and returned to lapping only the shaft. "Aaahhh, hmmmm." she cooed in between licks. She dreamily gazed at the saliva-coated, towering erection, and sighed. "So big—your cock. So nice. Sooooo good!" Her eager tongue stroked and greased the fleshy stem. She briefly considered continuing her oral action, which was now just hearty sucking, so he would ejaculate in her mouth. She was tempted to swallow his load, tempted by the taste of pre-jizz and the pulsation of his dick in her mouth. But that white, creamy precious cargo was destined by Angela for somewhere else. She took a hand off Dan's lush ass and slipped it under his balls. She cradled the jingling orbs, and began to caress them. They felt weighty and a bit sweaty. Her fingers trekked through the hairy pubic forest. Her mouth felt a profound need to tend to the hanging, burly pair. A wet pop resonated as her mouth released his erect dick, and her lips landed on the circumference of his scrotum. A headier wave of male aroma, mixed with a dash of perspiration, hit her nose like a 2x4. With eyes closed, Angela lovingly nuzzled her mouth and nose against the two vast, meaty testicles. "Hmmmm," she sighed, relishing in the taste and smell of her son's balls. The enamored mother then planted drawn-out kisses on both nuts, moving slowly between the two. "Ah, ah, oh," stammered the young man. Next her tongue slithered along the two fleshy plumbs, licking them. She whorishly increased the pace, her tongue lapping at the testes like a thirsty cat with a bowl of milk. Lastly, she took each side of the elated nutsack in her mouth and suckled on the forbidden flesh. "Ugh! Oh, ahhhhhh!" Dan's moan sounded almost like a sob, his voice cracking. "Oh, oh, Ma, Ma—Mom!" he stuttered. A few moments later a loud, smacking sound, like that of a big wet kiss, echoed off the beach. Angela had released Dan's nuts from her oral embrace. She looked up at him with raw, primal, sexual hunger. She leaned backward, so that she was completely on her back on the beach towel. She parted her long, silky legs, revealing her delectable, sumptuous pussy. Its very wet, salmon-colored insides, spread out like a blooming rose, pulsated at Dan. "Oh, ugh, Dan!" the in-heat beauty moaned, "I need you, baby. Aaghh! I need you to fuck me, fuck me with your big, fat dick! You wanna fuck your mother, don't you?!" There was so much urgency in her talk, especially in the question which was really a plea. The horny cougar dropped her hands between her parted thighs and began to caress her streaming, open twat. Her palm and fingers rubbed furiously over the entire blazing sex. Visually lost in the slutty display, the young man simply nodded in reply. He was entranced as Angela started pumping her middle finger into her soggy orifice. "Aahhhh! See how wet I am? Danny, please fuck me! Please fuck me silly! Mommy needs it—needs you—so bad!" Her face showed immense desire and desperation. A low but steady, moist sloshy noise came from the increased fingering. The son pounced. He dropped to his knees, just above the edge of the beach towel. Using one hand, he assumed a push-up position. The other hand held his hot staff, aiming it for the beckoning vagina. Angela's breathing, which had been labored as she touched herself, rapidly hastened as she watched her strapping son prepare to mount her. Her eyes widened as she saw him manually guide his erection to her needy opening. Both of her hands spread apart the swollen, gooey sex lips, a lusty "Welcome" sign for the oncoming, stiff cock. Her eyes closed when she felt the penile head touch her slippery slit. "Yesssss!" she seethed. The desire she was experiencing was momentous. Her hands let go of the lips and went around his neck as he hovered over her. When his missile acquired its target, the guiding hand released it and landed near the side of her head, so that he was now in a standard push-up stance. Feeling his wide cockhead at the saturated entrance of her cunt, with eyes still closed Angela hissed, "Yessss, Dan! Fuck your mother! Now!" As if on cue, the Adonis lowered himself onto her. The tip of his erection slipped between the pliant labia and began descending into her torrid canal. Feeling this initial penetration, this forbidden penetration, Angela's eyes opened dreamily to see Dan's handsome face above. "Fuck your mother, Dan! Fuck me!" It was a directive filled unbridled lust. The passage of Dan's throbbing, hard cock into Angela's delirious and sodden cunt was magnificent for both of them. Her secretions began to grease his descending prick, while the muscles of her quaking sugar walls happily welcomed his entering stiffness. His manhood was enticed by these soaking, energized female muscles. They contracted and readily accepted his gliding cockflesh, pulling him further south into their fiery depths. Similar to an elevator going down, the young penis soon reached the basement of her vagina. When he bottomed out and his swinging testicles hit against her soft ass, he released a pent-up groan. "Aaahhhhh!" She responded in kind, also sensing he had completely filled her. "Uggghhhh!" The feeling for Dan: exquisite. Absolutely exquisite. He felt his rigid tool being jubilantly caressed by the humid, sticky insides of Angela's cunt. It felt like his prick was enwrapped in a warm, buttery, wet glove. He also felt intense mischievousness. He had just inserted his dick in the most taboo pussy—his mother's. "Ooohhh, Mom!" he exhaled, tossing his head back with closed eyes. When he returned his head forward, the eyes opened and cast down at Angela, he continued. "You feel so fucking wonderful!" Angela was in total agreement. His cock, her son's cock, a wide length of hardened forbidden flesh, felt incredible in her cunt. Her vagina, desperate to be filled but not just by any schlong, was completely satisfied with the penis that lay within it. Dan's manhood was the perfect balm for her sexual ache. "Ooohhhh, yeah, baby! You too! Your dick feeeeeels sensational!" she raved with bated breath. "It's what I need! I need your big dick in my horny pussy!" The last sentence of her statement set off Dan's fucking motions. His pulsating, rock-hard sex began to push in and out of her wet, velvety cunt. "Ooohhhh!" exclaimed the MILF. A sexual chain reaction ensued. Her sexy hips began to roll and gyrate. Her arms, already wrapped around his neck, pulled him down, his muscular chest gently flattening her massive breasts. He dropped his head down, their lips meeting. It was a hungry, heated kiss complete with dueling tongues. Lastly, further pussy secretions were released, waxing the canal even more and thus allowing the shoving penis to move with ease. "Ugh, ugh!" "Oh! Ahhhh!" Angela and Dan, mother and son, were in illicit carnal synch as they fucked on the moonlit beach. The youthful, handsome son screwed Angela methodically. His strokes were deliberate, yet gradual. She matched him, with the steady undulation of her hips. Their tongues reconnected, twirling and wrestling with each other like two eels. The humping rhythm started to build, sparked by the repeated sexual pitching and catching between the two. The thrill, the pleasure, the urgency also intensified. Each concluded the other was a five-star fuck. But it was the incestuous aspect of this union which maximized the thrill and the glorious physical sensations each was enjoying. Dan's thrusts were getting stronger. Angela smiled, her sopping cunt was ravenous in its joyful acceptance of the firm drilling his prick gave it. She wrapped her long, bouncing legs around his waist and pulled him further into her. "Ohhhh, Danny! You fuck so beautifully! Mommy loves it!" The lad redoubled the strength in his arms and proceeded to pound into his dazzling mother. He took hold of her alluring, revolving hips, and worked his hard prick into her drooling slit at a quicker velocity. The well-known echo of wet, fleshy slapping sounds began to resonate in the night. Moonlit Beach Dan's mind, submerged in the throes of passion, was now relishing in the notion of 'sexual conquest.' As he banged Angela's sweet pussy, he concluded that she was his. He was planting the staff—both figuratively and literally—on and in his fine mother. No other man could have her—sexually and non-sexually. Mom, you are mine! Momentum was building as the heated son pistoned in and out of Angela. He was becoming rampant. His hips, torso, prick—all were a high-speed blur. A new tidal wave of her juices arose, providing another shiny coat to his dick, and offering more slick access to her delicious honey-hole. "Yeah! Oh, yeah! That's it, my son. That's it! Fuck me longer and harder! Yeahhh! Lonnnger and haaarrder!" she groaned lustily. This incited the delving cock to drive further into the sweltering tunnel. The hard, keen member plowed energetically deeper and deeper into her quaking, euphoric pussy. Grunting noises, very much like a gorilla in the wild, came from the hard-working and satisfying young man. Angela arched her curvy body up to receive the swift, intent poking. She took in as much of his dick as her spasming hole could. Like the fuck-starved woman that she was, the MILF lunged her frantic gash up at Dan's pummeling hard-on. Grinding her hips, she mashed her clitoris against the base of his shaft. Physical gratification was intensified tenfold. "Fuck! That's it!" she screamed happily as she continued to undulate her hips and thus go on with smashing her clit against his pulsating shaft base. The mother's squirming not only increased her pleasure, but also her confidence. She writhed her crotch self-assuredly, flexing her muscles against his. She gave just as good as she got, fucking him back with dynamic wantonness. The motions of the bodies, the actual screwing, and the guttural breathing mixed with groans—it was all animalistic. This mating was hot as hell. Angela and Dan couldn't get enough of one another, both in maximum sexual ecstasy. "So good!" the Adonis puffered, rolling his shoulders, driving the next couple of lunges with extra vigor as he delighted in the continuous gooey wetness and rich, hot surface of Angela's vaginal insides. "You feel so damn good, Mom!" "You—you—," she stuttered, "You, too baby!" She could barely get out her reply as his long, solid prick hammered at her desirous, juicy muff. He was now entranced by Angela's rotating, luscious big breasts and hard, shaking, delectable nipples as he shoved in and out of her. He leaned his neck down and covered one teat with his ardent lips. Angela squealed in delight. After a few seconds Dan released the Hershey kiss-shaped cap, now shiny from his nursing. He lifted his head up to rest his neck, then dropped it to attend to the other turgid point. Another squeal, and another hard nipple shimmied with wetness in the moonlight. The insatiable parent was covered in perspiration while sweat flew off her flexing offspring. Her legs, which had been around Dan, returned to being spread. Bent at the knees with curled toes pointing out to sea, Angela's legs bounced energetically in the air as Dan fucked her brains out. The incestuous stud proudly displayed his stamina, fucking his mother like a machine. Over and over he plugged away at the receptive cunt, splattering her juices over his swaying balls and taut thighs. Angela's ambrosia had bubbled up, spilled out down the crack of her ass and puddled into the beach towel. The loud, flesh-slapping sounds got even louder in the moonlit night. The relentless ramming paid off, first for Angela. Her climax went off like Macy's fireworks. It blistered throughout her, rocking her fabulous figure and blowing her mind. "Dan! Dan! Oh, I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! You're making Mommy cum! Keep fucking me!" Her body spasms were wild, while her liquid release was ceaseless. Her legs flew back around him, pulling him deeper into her thrashing pussy. It was as if her cunt muscles wanted to hug Dan's still-pounding dick, (1) in appreciation for the badly needed orgasm, and (2) to squeeze out more pleasure from his giving flesh. The orgasmic cuntal squeezes she gave his hard dick, along with the incessant pummeling, soon ignited Dan. "Mom, I'm going to cum!" he announced proudly. Angela, lost in her own gratification, responded. "Cum in me, baby! Cum in Momma!" Dan grasped her curvy hips again and moved like a pile-driver at top speed. His thrusting was powerful, slamming into her womb as it pounded through her still-squeezing, still-climaxing cunt. He grunted and groaned. "Aaargghhhhhhh!" His locomotive-like prick, wrapped in the flooded, deliciously tight confines of his mother's pussy, lurched forward. A large, thick shot of hot, white cream was mightily released into the welcoming hole. It was followed by another, and another. Angela, cresting on her own orgasm, smiled. She was experiencing her own long-sought climax, and her studly son was enjoying his deep within her pussy. She could feel the fat cockhead belch out another substantial rope of cream into her flooding channel. "Oh yes! Yes! I love it, Dan! I love you cumming in my cunt! Keep cumming!" The ejaculation was so tremendous, Dan felt like he was going to black out. But he didn't, as his excited dick continued releasing torrents of hot and heavy semen. Angela's long and sweaty legs remained locked around Dan's back as squirt after squirt poured out from him into her receptive hole. It seemed like it would take forever to empty his spunky load. In time, as their mutual climatic peaking abated, their body movements slowed. Dan's penis, shriveled but victorious, remained in Angela's vagina which was cooling off. He lay on top of her, holding her. She held him. They kissed, slower, with caring emotion instead of raging lust. The pair of lips tenderly separated. "I love you, Mom." "I love you, Dan." Angela and Dan basked in their love-making for a few more moments. The naked couple then stood and, holding hands, strolled back to the house. One of them would get the discarded clothes in the morning.