“Boy I was doing doobie before you were born! Now get that shit over here!”
Carter lit the J, inhaled deeply and offered it to his mother. She took it, inhaled and started coughing. Carter quickly strode over and patted her on the back. As she was bent double coughing, her blouse gaped open. Carter stared unabashedly at his mother’s tiny tits. Her nipples were prominent and seemed to be hard.
June’s eyes were red and watering as she took another deep toke and held it. When she exhaled only a little smoke came out.
“Just like riding a bicycle, she laughed, you never forget how!”
She offered her son the reefer. He took a deep toke, held it and offered her the J. Trooper that she was, June took another deep inhale, held it and then exhaled slowly. Half the joint was gone.
“More mom?”
She waved off the offered joint. The reefer had caused her arousal to change from an intense wetness to a warm glow suffusing her body but her incipient headache was gone. She had the relaxed otherness that reefer gave you. Your time sense slows. You become an observer of life. Your inhibitions are not gone but you have an altered sense of what is important.
She looked up at her son standing in front of her. She could see the bulge in his shorts. My lord, she thought, my baby is a full grown man. Her gaze fixed on his crotch. And he looks bigger than his daddy does. She reached out and rubbed her open palm up and down her son’s shorts.
“You’re bigger than your father!”
A part of Carter’s brain recoiled as his mother’s open palm rubbed up and down the outside of his boxers. The part influenced by the marijuana enjoyed the sensation of her warm hand. He stood stiff watching her hand slide across his hardening cock.
“Mom, you should stop!”
June eased her fingers through the slit and pulled her son’s cock out. It sprang out as though spring loaded and flopped down the front of his shorts. Her small hands could barely encompass it as she tugged gently. Hell, she thought, I can make a fist around Tom’s cock.
Fascinated, she watched a large thick glob of pre cum ooze from the enormous slit on Carter’s cock. She leaned forward, letting her tongue just touch the glistening droplet. She pulled back slowly, watching the droplet stretch wetly from the Carter’s slit to her tongue. It drooped obscenely, connecting a mother’s tongue to a son’s cock. It parted and she drew her tongue into her mouth, savoring the musky, salty taste. Sometimes Tom would let her do this. However, he was more about fucking than sucking. Not that that was bad thing, she thought. A good hard dick and a hard fuck were always good!
Carter groaned. He reached out and gripped his mom’s head in both hands. Their eyes locked. The fires of lust burned in each of their eyes. Carter pulled his mom’s head forward until her lips just touched the helmet. Fuck, my mother is kissing my cock! My mother! He moved his hips from side to side, smearing his pre come over his mom’s lips. It glistened wetly as if it were some new type of lip gloss.