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phil

When I was 17 years old, my mom fell in love again. Basically I was happy for her. I knew I was off to college soon, and in the initial years after my dad had died, she hadn’t made a huge effort at like, physical and mental upkeep. She took a lot of long baths, smoked a lot of weed. Her hair got really long, which was kind of cool in like a witchy sort of way, but also it would get so knotted. I’d brush her hair at night, I’d insist on it. After about two years of this, she turned it around. She started doing pilates, got really skinny again. Kept the long hair but stopped smoking weed. Started dating. I remember one day seeing her getting ready for a date and realizing she’d shaved her pussy, which meant she was actually having sex again. I was relieved. She’d told me, in one of her slightly weird nights after my dad died, she’d told me that he was the only man she’d ever fucked, the only penis she’d ever seen in real life other than her father’s and her brother’s. I remember thinking, “I have a higher body count than my mom and I’m 15.” Don’t judge me, haha!

Anyway, a few guys came and went. Most of them were really nice. A few of them were definitely pervs. They looked at me in an eager way and told me I looked like my mom’s twin sister. I tolerated this because I was close enough to my mom’s bedroom to know these guys in particular were railing her brains out. I was hearing her cum like she’d probably never cum before in her life. This made sense to me. The best sex I’d had so far had been with guys who were total pervs. They had their uses. I remember one morning going downstairs in a sweatshirt and panties and finding one such perv in the kitchen. He looked right at my panties and said, “you’ve got a hairier pussy than your mama.” This was true, in those teen years I always kept a short little bush because I knew it set me apart from the other girls, and you could certainly see the outline of it through these particular panties. 

“You like it?” I asked him. 

“Makes you look mature. How old are you?”

“16,” I said.

“That’s the perfect age,” he said. “Take those panties off.”

For some reason, I did it. I don’t know why. I wanted to.

“Gorgeous,” he told me. I heard my mom turn the shower off and so I pulled my panties up and slipped away. 

“Did Ellie wake up?” I heard her ask him. “I thought I heard her voice.”

“I haven’t seen her,” he said. “Maybe she’s on the phone upstairs.”

“Probably,” she said. 

“You look so good when you’re wet,” he told her.

“I’m always wet around you,” she said.

“Come here,” he said. I peeked around the corner before I slipped back upstairs. He had his fat cock out and my mom was approaching him. She dropped her towel and got on her knees.

I didn’t see that guy again, though. Phil came along a few weeks later. 

Phil and my mom had a lot in common. They’d both lost spouses. My dad had died of a heart attack, but Phil’s wife had overdosed on opioids and died at work. I’d learn later that her pill addition had been a total surprise to him.

Anyway, the other thing they had in common was a teen child. Phil’s son Scott was my age — we were only a month apart, in fact. I met him after my mom and Phil had been dating for a few weeks. We went to Phil’s house for dinner. 

At this point I knew things were pretty serious with Phil. They were definitely fucking — I’d heard them. And he was doing well for her — I could hear that too. Not the same volume or intensity as the real pervs, but she was still cumming every time. 

I was very nervous to meet Scott, basically because I was afraid he was going to be uncool. There’s nothing worse than being saddled with a lame new sibling your senior year of high school. We went to different high schools, so there was that. But it still created so many social risks. 

But I felt reassured almost immediately. He was tall, with kind of wild spiky hair and dark, compelling eyes. He said he’d show me around the house and my mom and Phil went into the kitchen to start making dinner.

He took me right up to his room and asked if I wanted to smoke weed. I said yes, of course, and he handed me a little pipe from his desk drawer. His computer was on, AIM was up. He was chatting with a friend. I could see his monitor.

Jboy22: What r u up 2 dawg

Scottyyy: My dad’s girlfriend and her daughter are here

Jboy22: The daughter who goes to Washington? Is she hot?

Scottyyy: Yeah dude

He looked over at me, looking at his screen. I blushed. He just smiled.

We chatted for an hour, me just sitting on his bed. Eventually I asked him where the bathroom was, and he led me down the hall. My mom called up to us a minute later, and we went downstairs for dinner.

It was funny because my mom kept trying to find the common ground for Scott and I, but everything she’d mention about me was something Scott had already asked about.

“Wow you guys really got to it,” she said. Scott smirked at me. I felt hot in my cheeks. And other places.

After dinner, my mom, clearly wine drunk, suggested Scott and I watch a movie so she and Phil could have some “alone time.” 

“Mom, we’re 17. You don’t need to sugarcoat it.”

She laughed. “OK. Go be in front of the TV so Phil and I can fuck.”

Phil choked on his wine. They went upstairs, and Scott and I settled on the couch. Under a blanket.

 After a few minutes of the movie, I shifted closer to him, just a micro gesture. He put his hand on my bare thigh—I was wearing shorts. I liked that. I put my hand on top of his and pushed it a little further up my thigh, closer to my center. He kissed me, and he was a good kisser, and so then we were just kissing. A lot of kissing. I got so lost in the kissing that I barely felt his hand unbuttoning my shorts and slipping right into my panties, but when I felt his hand there, I welcomed it. I grabbed his wrist and guided him right in. I was a slut, what can I say?

We didn’t talk. Just a lot of heavy breathing. Eventually I worked up the nerve to free his cock from his jeans and start stroking it — he was pretty big, and very hard, and I spit on my hand and stroked him and it made him cum. Which was shocking — hot and messy and there was a lot of it — and he started to apologize and I said, “oh my god this is so fun don’t apologize don’t apologize!” i remember, I said it twice. We used the blanket to clean up his cum, giggling at ourselves because it was everywhere, and then my mom came down the stairs in her underwear and told us we were sleeping over and that Scott could show me to the guest room. 

He did — I remember very sweetly, he showed me to my room and he got me an extra toothbrush. I took off my shorts and I got into bed in my t-shirt and panties right in front of him, which was kind of me begging to get fucked without having the words for it. But he just told me goodnight and left, which was also OK. The guest room was right up next to the master bedroom, and I remember before I started to doze off, I heard my mom getting railed again. 

In the morning I put my shorts and bra back on before I went downstairs, but was surprised to see my now sober mother still in her bra and panties, right in front of Scott, who gave me a timid but somehow still cocky little wave hello. My mom was making muffins and singing along to the radio and kissing Phil and at one point even slipped into the small bathroom attached to the kitchen to pee without even closing the door.

“I feel like my mom is really pushing the domestic intimacy,” I said to Scott when we were alone. 

“The what?” he said.

“She’s very comfortable in front of you.”

“You jealous?” he teased. “Uh honestly, I think your mom is… I uh, saw your mom naked like two weeks ago.”

“You did?” I said.

“Yeah I walked in on her in the bathroom, she was um, cleaning up from sex.”

“Oh god,” I said.

“Yeah she was like wiping the cum off her tits,” he said. “Kind of rad. And she was very cool about it. I was like apologizing and she was like, “it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s your house, and she didn’t cover anything, which I thought was so chill,” he said. “Also I didn’t know moms shaved their pussies, that’s hot.”

“You like shaved pussy?” I said, timidly.

“Fuck yeah,” he said.

I literally would have shaved my pussy that morning, but for the fact that when I tried to take a shower, the fucking handle of the shower literally popped off, and I shouted in surprise, and Phil came in. And I was standing there naked holding it, and he took it from me and quickly fixed it, and I apologized but — remembering what Scott said — not covering myself at all. And I saw the way Phil looked at my body, clocking, in particular, my little bush. And it so it stayed. 

For a little while, it went like this:

When my mom and Phil were going on a date, they just went on a date. I stayed home and my friends came over and we drank cheap wine and called boys. But when my mom wanted to just go to Phil’s house, she’d bring me along, and this is when I’d see Scott. The handjob/fingering make out session became standard practice for us, first on the couch during the “movie” and then sometimes even before that, when I’d hang out in his room before dinner. In his room, on his bed, there was a little more room to maneuver, and I introduced blowjobs into our interactions. Of course, this meant, before long, that I was sucking Scott’s cock once or twice every night and that he wasn’t touching my pussy at all anymore. That was OK, though. I was really interested in perfecting my head game, and I noted with interest the way he reacted to everything I did. Slowly, I developed a winning formula: tight and then sloppy and then tight again. Teasing and licking followed by throating followed my stroking with my hand. Some eye contact but not too much. Letting a little cum hit my lips and nose and chin before swallowing the rest. The balance of these factors carried me through college and beyond. 

Scott was definitely a virgin. He didn’t say so, but he spoke about me as if he assumed by default that I was a virgin, and that was the giveaway. I was not a virgin, but I didn’t worry about making this distinction with him. 

Did my mom and phil know I was sucking Scott off all the time? No, they did not. Did the idea it might be happening occur to them? Yes. And they didn’t really care. They were becoming obsessed with each other. That was good for my mom, I think. She seemed healthy and happy and well-adjusted and very horny. Sometimes after their date nights they’d come back to our house, and after they fucked my mom would come into my room to chat with me while still naked and covered in sweat. I didn’t mind this, we’d always been very comfortable with our bodies around the house. My dad saw me completely naked the day he died. That didn’t kill him, I just, I remember him popping into my room to tell me to have a good day and I was fresh out of the shower and I was putting panties on. The last time he saw me. I was glad that was the way he saw me last. 

Around this phase in their relationship I saw Phil’s cock for the first time. It was morning, and he and my mom were getting frisky in the laundry room, which I did not know, and I walked in on him stroking himself over her ass. “Oh WOW” I said when I saw him, because it was the biggest dick I’d ever seen in my life. 

People act like men are cavemen, you know, but women have some of that stupid hardwiring too. And I have to say that after I saw Phil’s hog, my behavior around him shifted. I was suddenly much more obsequious, and giggly, and eager to please. I was also more naked. Like, I adopted the habit of sleeping bottomless, and often appeared in the kitchen in the morning with my pussy out, especially if he was around. If it was just my mom I’d get naked, like, to make the cami top feel like modesty. Phil wasn’t shy about looking at me. He told me my bush was cute. One day, he playfully slapped my bare ass. That powered me for a few days.

And I have to say, I think it changed my mom a little too — my behavior I mean. In the mornings, and then just gradually at random times, she was much more likely to just be naked. Around me, around Phil, and even around Scott. You know, when we were over there, for dinner, sometimes she’d come down the stairs to check on us and ask how we were doing and she’d be in just a thong. Or just a bra. Once, she was quite drunk. Scott and I were on the couch, and I’d sucked his cock a few minutes before she’d come down the stairs, and so our movie was paused, and my mother took playful note of this. She looked for the remote, and, seeing it on the floor in front of Scott, bent at the waist, putting her bare ass and pussy in his face. It was pretty graphic, even in the dark.

“Do you think my mom is hot?” I asked him later.

“Yes,” he said.

“We should have sex,” I said.

We went to his room, and he had a condom, probably an old one, and I remember it was kind of unceremonious. I took off my shorts and my panties and he got on his bed with his hard cock in his hand. And he put the condom on and I got on top and slowly guided him in.

“Have you done this before?” he said, as I began to ride him. I felt like the answer was obvious so I didn’t answer, and he came 30 seconds later. I was throwing the condom away when my mom opened his door. She looked at me, looked at him on the bed with his dick out, grinned, and said, “good night.”

“How long have you been fucking Scott?” she asked me in the car the next morning.

“That was the first time.” I said.

She laughed. “Yeah right.”

“I mean, the first proper fuck,” I said. “I’ve been sucking his cock for weeks.”

“Phil was certain you two weren’t doing anything,” she cackled. “I told him not to underestimate you.”

“Sorry if it’s weird.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “Phil and I aren’t married. And even if we were, you’re almost adults. It’s a little bit Jane Austen, right?”

“I think if you got married it would be incest.”

“What a gross word,” she said. “It’s not a big deal.”

We drove quietly for a moment. “You want to know a secret?” my mom said abruptly.

“Yes,” I said.

“When I was 20 I went home from college for a visit. And one night I walked in on your uncle Tim stroking his cock.”

“He was like 16?” I said. “He must have been freaked out.”

“He was,” she said. “And I felt so bad. Embarrassing him, interrupting him, you know, I was mortified. So, I offered to help.”

“What!?” I shrieked.

She laughed. “I wanted to reassure him! You know, I wanted him to feel confident. So I acted like I was shocked by how big his dick was and I asked if I could help him finish.”

“That’s fucking insane. What did he do?”

“He asked to see my boobs.”

“He did!?” 

“Yeah,” she laughed. “I don’t think he’d ever seen any outside of magazines. So I took off my shirt and bra.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, it was fine. He was very appreciative, and he resumed his efforts, staring at my chest, and I watched him cum.”

“That’s so weird,” I said. “Well, it is,” she said. “And you and Scott having sex is a lot less weird.”

I don’t know if she was telling me the truth or not, but I did feel less guilty about sex with Scott after that. It became a regular occurrence — dinners at their place were a once or twice weekly thing now, and Scott and I would generally have sex twice, and so soon I’d conditioned him into a little fuck machine. We stopped using condoms once he was proficient at pulling out and cumming on my bush and stomach. 

The fact that we were fucking while my mom and Phil were fucking down the hall was soon understood by everyone, something we made little jokes about. Frequently, my mom and I would meet in the bathroom, both cleaning ourselves up. We’d help each other wipe cum off of our pussies and backs and asses. I think at some point my mother told Phil about these little bathroom meet ups, because he would pop his head in and look at us, remark on how similar our bodies were. 

I could cum with Scott about half the time. One day, it didn’t happen, and my mom picked up on it. We were in the bathroom and i was cleaning cum out of my pubic hair. She asked if I’d finished and I’d said no in a frustrated voice. Sometimes my stomach hurt after if I didn’t cum. She told me to take care of myself now before I went back. In front of her? It felt like a strange idea, but also kind of intimate. I leaned against the glass shower wall and touched myself while she brushed her teeth. When I came she said, “there you go.”

I remember in March, sometimes near my 18th birthday, I noticed in the bathroom that my mom was growing a little bush like mine, no longer fully shaved. When I asked about it she said simply, “Phil said he liked yours.”

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HOW TO GIVE A PROSTATE MASSAGE

One of the best ways to make anal play exciting is by giving a prostate massage.

What is the Prostate Gland?

The prostate is a gland in the male reproductive system that produces a milky-like fluid that combines with sperm to form ejaculate.

The prostate can be stimulated through the rectum, and according to anal play lovers, leads to incredible, full-body orgasms.

Where is the Prostate Located?

The prostate gland is located roughly 3-4 inches (7.5-10cm) from the beginning of the anal canal, and it’s about 1 inch (2.5 cm) across.

The prostate gland is just behind and above the deepest portion of the penis, and it’s right below the bladder. The urethra (the tube running from the bladder and out the penis) runs right through the center of the prostate. The gland is located on the other side of the rectum (the last portion of the digestive system).

How to Massage the Prostate

Get your lubricant ready and lather up your finger. Remember to trim your nails, keep them clean and use some gloves if you prefer them for anal fun.

Now it’s time to get your partner turned on. Arousal makes the prostate begin to fill up and get larger, which makes it both easier to find and feel more pleasurable.

Prostate Massage Techniques

Once you’ve gotten your partner in the mood and you’ve found his prostate gland, there are a lot of different massage moves you can try. Many of these will sound similar to G-Spot massage techniques, for good reason. The prostate is the male G-Spot or P-Spot!

Try doing a “come hither” motion with your fingertip. Use the pad of the finger, not the tip, in order to avoid scratching. And remember – stroke, don’t poke! Keep a slow, steady rhythm and use firm pressure.

You might need to vary the temp and pressure until you find the right combination for him, so start off slower and lighter, and then add more. If you’re using two fingers, try the “come hither” motion at the same time, or try “finger walking.”

Another popular move is tapping. Start off with the pressure you use when typing on a keyboard and try going faster or slower. Each time you change things up, ask him to tell you if it feels better or not.

Everyone is a little different, so listen to feedback and watch how the body responds. If you have two fingers on the P-Spot, you can tap them together or alternate as if you’re playing the piano.

You can also do big circles across the entire prostate, little circles on just one spot, or do little circles and move them around. With circles, it’s easy to go too quickly, so try to keep a steady rhythm. Some people like to put on some music with a strong beat or bass line to help them keep the pace.

Don’t forget that stillness can be incredibly pleasurable too. Keep a constant pressure without movement, or try gently pulsing the pressure while maintaining contact. Sometimes, that can be someone’s favourite prostate massage move.

Just as when you’re giving someone a shoulder rub, it’s good to do one technique for a bit and then change it up. The nerves get used to it if you stick with one thing, so keep his body paying attention by varying what you do every so often. The one exception to that is when he’s getting close to an orgasm. When that happens, stick with whatever is working.

What does a Prostate Orgasm feel like?

Speaking of orgasm, you’ll know it’s about to start because you’ll feel his prostate swell and then quiver. That’s the gland squeezing the fluid into the urethra, where it mixes with the sperm that has been carried from the testicles. Once that happens, the muscles of the pelvis will start to contract and cause ejaculation. So once you feel that fluttering on your finger, keep going because there’s no holding back from that point.

While some men can enjoy prostate play and stimulation without anything else, many guys say that they enjoy penis pleasure at the same time or that they need it in order to have an orgasm. You might be able to use one hand on his penis while your other hand focuses on his P-Spot. If you have trouble coordinating that, he can use one of his hands on his penis while you give all of your attention to his prostate.

Erection Difficulties

One thing to note is that some men find that they don’t get as erect during anal penetration or prostate stimulation. Nobody knows for sure why it happens, but it doesn’t seem to get in the way of the pleasure. So don’t let it stop you – if he’s curling his toes and giving you all the other signs of enjoying himself, trust that.

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My First Date With Stella

I have had a number of first dates. Good first dates, strange first dates, bad first dates, even terrible first dates. Who would lie… most first dates are terrible. But the craziest first date was my first date with Stella.

We met online. Chatted. She was adorable. Pixie like, blonde hair, petite. Mischievous smile. Sweet, you’d think innocent. One night we were up late chatting online. There were definitely some drinks involved. Conversation turned towards the sexual. We told each other about fantasies we have, past kinky experiences we had, things we wanted to experience. At least once. She told me about so many desires.

We closed out the night with a new appreciation for one another. Certainly, a new level of attraction. We agreed to talk the next day and I waited with anticipation to strike up the conversation. But as I thought over the night. Listening to her I came up with an idea. What if I made our first occasion of meeting a memorable one. One that fulfilled all of her desires. Ones she only imagined she would want to experience.

That next night I convinced her to meet with me in person. Finally. We set a date for the weekend when we would both be off. Agreed on a place to meet. It was a bar, speakeasy style. My friend was a bartender there and I knew she would take care of us. When she came in and was seated at the table I thought how she was even cuter in person than the pictures I had seen online. She was a little nervous. I could tell from her body language and expressions.

 A couple of drinks later conversation flowed smoothly. I told her I had a surprise for her if she would want it. That mischievous smile passed her lips. A twinkle in her eye expressed her curiosity. “how could I refuse?” she asked. I knew the potential experience of the unknown would be enticing. And entice it did. I told her a safe word. I confirmed with her that if she ever feels uncomfortable. Just say the word and all will stop. But I think what I have for you will be something you will always remember.

We left the speakeasy and walked a few blocks to another club. On the way there our hands met and accidentally only to find us without even being conscious to have our finger entwined. My excitement level was palatable and her unknown of what I had planned for her was starting to add to hers.

We were starting to walk passed an alley way and I held her hand and stopped her. “No down here” I said. She paused, twinkle in the eye. Curiosity of what the plan was. A door in the alley way. I stopped and knocked. A specific rhythm to the knock. She didn’t remember it and I couldn’t repeat what it was.  A peep hole opened up and I whispered a secret into the void. The door opened. Stella thought she heard something about “victim for the night” but surely that wasn’t right.

I led her down a hallway. The sides were opulent red velvet drapes. We moved into a room. The room was moderately sized. Square. Lit mostly in the center with candles set in candelabrum in the corners. The sides of the rooms all had various couches and chairs. Most of them filled with a mix of men and even more women. Everyone dressed well. Classy but not formal. Maybe more artistic than anything else.

Stella looked at me inquisitively. I stopped and without even thinking gave her a quick kiss to the lips. They were soft and sensual. She licked them as I pulled away. “This is for you” I told her and I stepped back. Three men moved towards her. She was locked frozen. Having no idea what she had got herself into. The men removed her dress to expose a beautiful set of black lingerie underneath. The third man moved forward with a long length of rope in hand. She glanced at me as if to say “You were paying attention”.

The person with the ropes deftly began to bend her limbs. Tying them in this way and that. All the while Stella was composed. I wondered if she was excited. Or scared or both. But she seemed calm. The pixie expression staying the same throughout the process. Occasionally as a limb was tied and bound a look of elation would cross her face.

I joined others on the seating around the room to watch the master work. His ties where immaculate. Artistic and crafty. Finally he had her body tightly bound. He pulled down a hoist and attached it to a central tie and lifted her up into the air a couple of feet. A gentle push sent Stella’s prone body spinning slightly. A general murmur of  appreciation rose from those attending.

For a space of a time no one did anything at all.  I watched. Turned on but apprehensive for how this would unfold. Finally a woman, (why are women always the first?) got up and moved towards her. She handed her drink off to a person on the side. And slowly, serpentine like approached Stella. She gave her a slight spin. Stella’s eyes opened wide looking at her. Wondering I am sure what would happen next. The woman began to caress her. First her stomach and sides. Then over her bra. Teasing her nipples through the fabric.

One hand drifted to Stella’s neck as the next found its way to her panties. She grabbed tight around her neck as she looked deep into her eyes. Her other hand moving between Stella’s legs. Feeling between them, over the fabric of her panties. Pressing ever so lightly but firmly till she could feel just a trace of moisture as Stella started to feel herself get wet.

With one finger the woman pushed aside her panties and felt her growing wetness. Stella moaned slightly. She spun her till she was in between her legs. Stella suspended in the middle of the room. All eyes on her. The woman dropped down between her legs and pushed her panties aside. She was shaved and starting to glisten. The woman started to explore her with hands and mouth. Eating her eagerly. Stella’s head pushed back I caught it for a moment. Her eyes locked on mine as the pleasure built.

I felt myself start to grow hard as I watched this strange woman bring my date to climax. It didn’t take much. I think the unexpectedness of what was going on made her cum quickly. The woman that had pleased her so quickly stepped away. Licking her lips. She gave her a little spin so that we could all see Stella on display. Her cute face. Her black lingerie. Her blissed out smile.

Next two other women approached Stella. Now there was an eagerness of the attendees. People adjusting themselves. Couples starting to caress one another, The two women that approached Stella moved to head and tail. They removed their panties from underneath their dresses. One eagerly kneeled before her now glistening pussy. The other straddling Stella’s face. Forcing her own cunt on her lips while another stranger explored her own. A new level of moaning arose from the three. It was quite the sight and the people sitting around the periphery responded. Some started to remove clothes. Others started to please their partners orally while the other watched attentively.

The two women took their time. Spinning Stella this way and that as they took turns eating her out and forcing their dripping pussies down onto her face. Finally, when they had had their fill they stepped aside. Stella seemed even more blissed than she was before. Hanging there with no strain. Like she was teleported into midair.

One of the men in the crowd finally had the strength of will, to take avail Stella. His cock already out and hard. His partner had been stroking him as he watched the two women have their way. He positioned himself at her head. And slowly inserted his hard cock down her throat. She gagged a little as his hands explored her breasts. Pushing her bra down so he could fondle her petite tits while her tongue explored his hard cock.

He began to thrust slowly and then more forcefully down her throat. His hands caressing her, her moans and guttural noises bring him quickly to climax. He pulled out and came all over her chest. Briefly his hand traced down her stomach to touch her now soaked panties. He pushed himself inside her mouth one last time as her tongue cleaned the rest of the cum off of his cock.

Stepping away two men from the sides had stepped forward. Stella was no longer really aware of what was happening the suspension was causing a feeling of sensory deprivation. But when they both started in on her, one taking her mouth the other her pussy she came to. Pleasure was sweeping over her body, and she came repeatedly as they would spin her for one to use one hole then the other. Sweat and spit coated their bodies. Finally, they pulled out. One coated her face with their hot cum while the other came all over her stomach.

After they had had her way the rest in attendance moved in. There were so many she lost track. Hands, tongues, cocks all prodding her. Taking this hole then that. Cumming on her. On her belly, on her face. Stella was a bliss of cock, fingers, mouths and cum. Finally, all stopped. Stella hung in the middle.

I approached her. Her body glistening in cum and sweat. I had long since Cast off my clothes. I honestly don’t remember how long I had been stroking my cock. Waiting. Waiting for now. I positioned myself between her legs and raised her face to mine. She smiled. And we kissed deeply. I could taste the sweat and cum on her lips. With my one hand around her neck I pushed her panties aside with the other and slid my hard cock inside her. It was so easy. She was already so wet an open. But she gasped and bore down on my cock. She has the most amazing look on her face. That sweat and mischievous face. Even though she had been filled by a number of cocks before me she felt tight and oh so wet. I grasped her as I fucked her harder and harder. Her expression moved from joy to pleasure. Finally, she came and I pulled my now dripping cock out of her tight little pussy. Spinning her around I unloaded one last load on her pretty face. She smiled deep and took me eagerly down her throat until every last drop had been swallowed.

The rope master came back to the center. Untied her and let her down gently. I was there to hold her and we cuddled till we slowly startled to feel normal again. By this time most of the others had left. I got her clothes and my own and after re-robing I drove her home. “What shall we do fo date number 2” I asked as I dropped her off with a kiss.

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“Come here, baby” Montana moaned, pulling my face towards her bare chest. “Come taste.”

She cradled my head in her lap as I latched on to her nipple, making her groan. Warm, sweet breast milk began dripping into my mouth. My pussy throbbed as I moaned and sucked harder. I felt Montana playing with my hair as I breast fed from her.

“That’s it, ohh my god,” she moaned. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

My eyes fluttered open to meet hers. She bit her lip and rested her hand on my face. I felt my juices flowing as I watched her face while she moaned. Then I bit her nipple softly at first, before increasing pressure. Montana gasped, before throwing her head back and moaning loudly. She clutched my face against her chest. I took the opportunity to open my mouth wider and get as much of her boob as I could in my mouth. I moaned softly, enjoying every minute.

Montana had spread her legs, and was holding a vibrator to her clit. The milk stopped flowing from her left breast, so I switched to the right. I laid down flat on my back on the bed, while she was propped against the pillows. Her right nipple was grazing over my lips. I bit it, before flicking my tongue around it. However, I didn’t waste anymore time taking her nipple in my mouth again.

Right around that time, Daddy walked in. He chuckled as he stood in the doorway.

“Is this what all besties do together?” he asked.

Montana moaned, moving one of her arms around my head to keep me nursing. “She’s busy. And she said you gave her permission.”

“That I did.” I felt his eyes on me as I was moaning softly into Montana’s breast. “She has other holes that aren’t busy, you know.”

I heard him undoing his belt and stepping out of his jeans. Next I listened while he took his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Then hands were on my thighs, spreading them apart.

“She’s so fucking wet,” I heard him growl.

Montana laughed, before reaching down to feel me herself. “Ohh, she is! What a nasty little slut. You’re dripping just from being breastfed?”

“What a filthy little whore,” Daddy teased, before slapping my pussy hard.

I yelped and jumped, however Montana held my head in place.

“What do you think, Montana?” Daddy asked.

“What?”

“Which hole does she deserve to be fucked in?”

She pulled me away from her chest, making me whimper. Then she squeezed her boob above my face to make milk dribble all over my lips. I stuck my tongue out to catch the drops.

“How wet is she?” Montana finally asked, pushing me back on her nipple.

Daddy smacked my pussy with his cock. I moaned at how hard he felt, but the sounds of my sloppy pussy came over my moans.

“Absolutely drenched,” he groaned, sliding slowly into me. I whined as I felt his cock stretching me open.

“How wet is her other hole?”

I gasped when Daddy yanked his cock out of my pussy and lined it up to my asshole.

“She’s so wet the other hole is sloppy, too!” He easily slid his head into my virgin ass, earning a whimper from me.

“Ahh! P-please Daddy, no!”

Montana moved so she could hold my arms down with her tits still dangling in my face.

“Awh, don’t worry, baby,” she cooed. “You always talk about how much of a slut you are for him, now’s the time to prove it.”

I whimpered as Daddy pushed more of his cock in me. It hurt as he stretched my ass open, but as he got deeper it felt so good. Montana pushed her boob in my face, so I latched back on to her nipple and sucked hard. Daddy pulled his cock back out and pushed it back in slowly, then started a slow rhythm. I groaned loudly, trying to adjust to the feeling of so much discomfort and pleasure at the same time.

“Ohh, you’re taking me so good, princess,” Daddy groaned. “You were trying to tell me ‘no’ and you’re acting like a natural, aren’t you?” I gasped when Montana pulled her chest away, but he grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Ah ah ah, eyes on me, bitch. You’re all mine, it’ll do you good to remember that.”

He looked up from me to Montana. “You can show yourself out?”

I heard her huff as she was probably gathering her clothes. “I’ll get you to fully share her one day.”

He rolled his eyes before his face turned into a glare. “I said she’s mine. You only do this for her enjoyment, at my discretion, now leave.”

I heard Montana walk out as Daddy turned his head back to me. He had an evil look in his eye. Then he thrust his cock back into me, hard. I cried out, gripping his wrist. He gripped my jaw even harder.

“You’re fucking mine,” he repeated again, leaning in closer, and also pushing his cock further into my ass. “So beg for me to fuck your ass, slut.”

“P-please,” I gasped, still trying to comprehend how he wasn’t fully inside me yet.

He slapped me. “Please what, bitch?”

I moaned and smiled. The hand that was gripping my jaw moved to choke me. His face was just above mine, I could almost kiss him.

“Please fuck my ass,” I whined, even though my pussy was throbbing.

“Keep going.” He leaned back up, picking up his pace again. “I’ve heard you do better than that.”

I groaned, still adjusting to how much my ass was being stretched. “Daddy, please it hurts. Can we take a break?”

“Absolutely not.” He grabbed my legs and propped them up on his shoulders. “You’re about to take every inch of me, baby. Relax, or I’ll make you hurt worse.”

“No, please!” I tried to push against him, but he quickly pinned my arms. “Daddy!!”

He groaned loudly as he pushed his cock fully into me. I whimpered, trying very hard to relax like he told me to.

“Beg for it, bitch,” he reminded me as he pulled back out. “You know how I like you to beg.”

“Please stop fucking my ass,” I groaned. “You’re hurting me.”

“Well how else am I going to cum?” He picked up the pace again. “I love seeing you in pain darling it’s so much fun. You make the cutest little faces.”

I gasped and tried to adjust to the new pace. He was finally as deep as he could be. The pleasure I felt every time he slammed his hips into mine mixed with the pain of stretching my asshole open. My eyes rolled with each thrust.

“Please,” I whimpered, closing my eyes.

“Harder?” he teased, before gripping my hips to keep me steady. “Yeah, I bet you’ll make some adorable faces if I go harder.”

I cried out as he began to slam into me. Now that my hands were free I reached down to play with my clit. He moaned at the sight of me, and one of his hands joined mine at my pussy to shove three fingers into me. I was almost screaming.

“Tell me what you want, you filthy whore,” he demanded.

“Ahh!! I-I want to be your anal whore. You can f-f-fuck m-my ass whenever you want.”

“Ooh, is that right?” He teased me as he dug his nails into my hips. “Well, I certainly didn’t need permission to use holes that I already owned. I want to feel you cum while my cock is in your ass. That’s gonna feel soo good, yeah?”

I moaned louder. “Yes, please, please I wanna cum on your cock!”

“That’s it,” he groaned. “That’s fucking it.”

His fingers matched the pace of his hips. I could feel my orgasm rising the more I played with my clit. However, I couldn’t push myself over the edge, even with as worked up as I was. A groan of frustration escaped my throat.

Daddy slowed back down, took his fingers out of my pussy, shoved them into my mouth. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

I eagerly cleaned off his fingers before responding. “I-I can’t cum.”

“Awh,” he teased, gripping my jaw again. “Why not?”

I hesitated. “I, uhm..”

He thrust into me hard, making me gasp. “Either tell me what you need or you don’t cum.”

“I-I want you to hurt me,” I mumbled hastily.

“Louder.” He picked up his pace in my ass again.

“Hurt me,” I whined. “I need you to hurt me so I can cum.”

“How do you want me to hurt you?”

I looked up at him with wide eyes. “However you want. Just please hurt me.”

He immediately slapped me, leaving my cheek stinging. I gasped as he violently thrust into my ass. It was so much to take all at once, but I asked for it. He slapped my tits around, until tears formed in my eyes. Then he pinched both my nipples and twisted them. I cried out as he pulled on them hard.

“Play with that pussy you dirty bitch.” He slapped my other cheek before continuing to abuse my nipples.

My hands were shaking as I reached down and played with my clit. Daddy moved his hands down to my waist, gripping me tight. I groaned feeling my orgasm rising. The fact that my cheeks were still stinging made my head spin and juices flow. Or maybe my head was spinning from how hard he hit me.

Daddy leaned down and started sucking hard on my neck. My legs were pinned, giving him full capability of plunging as deep into my ass as he could. I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body. My asshole squeezed around his cock and I could feel it pulsing as he shot his cum into my ass. He lifted off my neck with a loud sucking sound, then pushed my head to repeat the same process on the other side.

I whimpered softly, enjoying the feeling of his cock emptying into my ass and his lips against my neck and jaw.

“You were such a good girl for me, weren’t you?” he murmured against my cheek. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Daddy kissed me, sucking and biting on my lip. I moaned into his mouth, which made him chuckle.

“Ah, ah, ah, we’re gonna take a break and get you some water, okay?”

I nodded and kissed him one last time. “Okay, daddy.”

[daddy-stories]

Mom Lusts For Son

Mom lusts for her son’s large cock after covertly watching him masturbate.

I watched my son, Brad, masturbate last night.  Now, please don’t judge me … it isn’t like I planned to … it just happened.  I was up late doing laundry, and I had a few things that needed to go into his room.  When I came up to his door, it was cracked open.  It was my intention to push the door open just enough to set his things on the little stand just inside the door and then leave.  However … when I did that the door swung open a little further and I suddenly looked upward and caught a glimpse of him in the mirror above the dresser.

He was lying naked on his bed … the covers thrown off to the side.  And he had his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it while he was watching something on his electronic tablet.  My breath caught in my throat … I couldn’t believe how big it was!!  It looked huge!!  And even in the mirror, I could see that the tip was covered with shiny pre-cum which he would occasionally run his fingers over to lubricate his shaft.  My pussy tingled and then quickly throbbed with a strong desire.  My mind immediately went crazy with the thoughts of running over to the bed and taking over … licking and sucking on his cock before mounting his huge shaft and showing him what a real woman feels like.  I suppose that I should have actually been really upset about him jerking off to porn … but instead I lusted for him and his cock.

I don’t know how long that I stood there, mesmerized by his large manhood contemplating how it would feel in my now dripping wet pussy.  I was so captivated with it that I forgot that this was my own son that I was looking at.  His hand began stroking a little faster and I couldn’t help but to rub my pussy gently through my clothing while I watched.  I don’t really know how long it was until he suddenly threw his head back and moaned very loudly.  At the same time his cock began spurting hot white creamy cum all over his belly.  I nearly climaxed myself right there at the sight of him cumming.  All at once though, it dawned on me where I was and who I was watching!  I quickly pulled the door back the way it was, and beat a hasty retreat to my bedroom.

When I got there, I realized that I was so wet that I had soaked completely through not only my panties, but my shorts too!  With my heart still beating rapidly, I quickly closed and locked the door before stripping out of my clothes.  I then lay on my bed and fantasized about his cock while I rammed the fingers of my right hand into my soggy pussy and rubbed my hard clit with the other.  It was only moments before I climaxed and it was so intense that I had to bite my pillow to keep from crying out too loudly because I was afraid that he might hear me.  But I didn’t stop there.  I kept playing with myself until I had three or four more orgasms and then fell into a deep exhausted sleep while still naked.  I have never slept nude before… even after sex.

Now, it is morning, and I am feeling very guilty as I get dressed and make my way down to the kitchen to make breakfast.  Fortunately, when Brad comes in, he is in a hurry and gobbles his food down before quickly heading out the door.  I breathe a sigh of relief that he doesn’t say anything, although I’m not really sure that he saw me since he was looking at his tablet.  I’m hoping that he didn’t and I’m not sure what I will say if he says that he did.  However, I couldn’t help but check out the bulge in his crotch as he walks up to me and gives me a good-bye peck on the check.  I should have known that something might be up because he doesn’t do that very often, but instead, I nearly melt on the spot from the closeness of him.  After he leaves the house, I go into the room to see if I can find the tablet to see what he was looking at, but it’s not there, he must have taken it with him.

Just being in his room arouses me now and I contemplate lying on his bed and masturbating, but I suddenly come to my senses and I don’t.  Instead, I quickly get out of there before I succumb to that temptation. During the day I try to keep myself really busy so that I’m not thinking about him and his cock, but that plan is not working very well.  No matter what I do, the image of his big cock keeps coming back to me.  My pussy gets wet and it throbs whenever the vision of his manhood pops up in my head.  What is making things even worse is the fact that his father had left me for his much younger secretary several months ago and I haven’t had any real sex since then. My fingers can only do so much and I’m too damn embarrassed to go into an adult novelty store and buy a dildo.

By early afternoon, I am built up to a frenzied state again and I have to go into my bedroom where I strip down naked.  Both my panties and shorts are soaked again!  I proceed to relieve some of the sexual pressure by ramming my fingers into my cunt again and again while rubbing my clit until I am writhing around in a massive orgasm followed by a couple more.  My orgasms are so intense that I’m glad that I had put a couple of towels down on the bed or I would have soaked the sheets too.  When I’m done, I’m sweating and I’m covered in my own juices so I jump in the shower real quick to cool down and clean up.  For some unknown reason, I don’t bother with a bra or panties when I get dressed again, putting on only a rather tight tee shirt and a pair of gym shorts.  Even after my shower, the room still smells like sex so I take the towels and my soiled clothes and throw them in the washer.

Later that afternoon, when Brad comes home from school, he goes into his room where he also changes into some shorts and a tee-shirt.  He then comes into the kitchen where I am starting to fix dinner and we begin talking about his day at school.  Just his presence there is arousing me and I feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples getting hard.  I’m mentally cursing myself for not wearing underwear when I see him actually staring at my hard nipples poking out through the rather thin fabric of my tight tee-shirt. There is a lull in the conversation and then he suddenly drops the bombshell that rocks my world over to upside down, “I saw you watching me last night, Mom.”

My heart falls all the way down to my feet and I feel the color draining out of my face as I attempt to deny the fact by stammering out, “I … I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“Of course you do, Mom!” he says in a factual manner.  “You stood there in my doorway for a very long time watching in the mirror as I jerked off.  I even saw that you were rubbing yourself too while you watched.  You should have known that I’d be able to see you in the mirror too, just like you could see me.”  The color that had drained from my face returned tenfold as a deep crimson blush.  I open my mouth to try to speak, but no words come out, just some weird sounds.  Then he says, “But it is okay, Mom; it was really hot having you standing there watching me … especially when I saw the look on your face when I started shooting off.  It made me cum so hard!!  And then, I’ll bet that you probably went to your bedroom afterwards and frigged yourself until you came too.”

I know that my blush deepens and I try to say indignantly, “I did not!”

“Then why did I hear lots of loud moaning coming from behind your closed door?”

That is the final straw!  I am totally humiliated and embarrassed beyond belief!  Even though I briefly wonder why he was standing at my door listening, I run crying from the room; tears streaming down my face in total mortification.  ‘How could I have been so damn stupid not to realize that he could also see me in the mirror?’ I ask myself as I try my best to retreat.

I don’t realize that that Brad is right behind me as I’m going down the hallway.  He manages to stop my retreat with a big hand on my shoulder right before I get to my room and he quickly says, “I’m sorry, Mom, I shouldn’t have said anything like that.  Please accept my apology!”  He turns me around right there in the hallway and looks down into my eyes.  It is then that I fully realize just how tall my son has gotten; he’s probably six or eight inches taller that I am.  He puts his arms around me and hugs me tightly to him. I’m extremely sorry, Mom.  Please forgive me.”

Damn!! Having him hugging me is just making things even worse now, but I manage to croak out, “I forgive you, Son!  Please forgive me for watching you … uh … uh … masturbate.”  With tears still flowing, I bury my face in his shoulder in shame. However, I feel my pussy getting really wet again just from the scent of him and his strong arms around me, not to mention the fact that my big bra-less tits are pressed up against his muscled chest and I can feel his hard cock pressing up against my belly.  Once more I wonder how his manhood would feel inside me. Then I shake my head slightly and try to firmly tell myself, ‘NO!  That would be so wrong!!  That would be incest!’  But that argument is not working; my pussy is still throbbing with desire.  I can’t believe that I’m so fucking turned on by my own son!!  It’s like that intense desire from my pussy has taken over my logical brain so that it is giving me naughty carnal thoughts that I should not have.

He says softly, “It is alright, Mom.  Like I said, it was really hot having you watching me.  I know that it is hard on you with Dad being gone and I’m trying my best to do what I can to help you.  I really didn’t mean to hurt you!”

What he says is true, he helps out a lot around the house, probably more than my husband ever did. “I know that you didn’t, Son, and you really do help me out a lot.  I appreciate it so much.”

We are silent after that and a few minutes later my tears have quit flowing.  He releases his grip on me and gently wipes the tears from my face while he says, “And if you ever need anything, just ask.”

When he pulls back slightly, I glance down at the fabulous looking bulge in his shorts. Suddenly my mind is made up.  It’s probably not the best decision that I have ever made, but I reach out and grasp his hard cock through his clothing and softly say, “I need this!  And I need it now!”  All thoughts of impropriety seem to fly out of my head as I squeeze his manhood gently while knowing that I have now crossed a line that I can never cross back over. I can’t look up … I don’t want to see the absolute shock and disbelief that is probably in his eyes.  It seems like I’m in someone else’s body when I slowly drop to my knees in front of him.  Still without looking up, I start pulling down on the elastic waistband of his shorts. As I pull them downward and I let them drop to his ankles, his hard cock pops out and nearly slaps me in the face. For a moment I feel a little faint and unsure because I know how wrong this is … but the sight of his big hard cock bobbing in front of my face pushes those feelings away.

But now my body is on autopilot … there are not any thoughts coming from my brain … they’re only coming from my naughty cunt when I take his long, fat shaft in my hands.  As then, as my hand encircles his big cock and start stroking it, suddenly everything seems okay.  Not a word is spoken as I softly kiss the head of his cock and lick off the pearly drops of pre-cum that are oozing out from my stroking. A few moments later, I slip my lips over the crown and lick the sensitive place underneath it.  He moans out, “Ooohhh, Mooomm!” as I swirl my tongue around the bulbous head.  I can hardly believe the intense feelings going through me, heading straight for my pussy, when I feel his fingers running through my long blond hair while I start to take some more and more of his pole into my mouth.  On one hand, I can hardly believe that I am doing this … but on the other hand, it feels so damn natural!!

I start slowly bobbing my head up and down on his cock.  Just the fact that my own son’s hard cock is in my mouth gives me an unbelievable thrill.  I keep taking more of his manhood inside my oral cavity until I actually gag on it. To try to straighten the path, I tilt my head back, which forces me to look up into his eyes.  I see that they are wide with wonder and dark with lust. I am them able push his cock a little deeper that way, but unfortunately I gag on it again.  I should have known better than to even try since it is so much larger than what my ex-husband’s was and I couldn’t really deep throat him very often.  It seemed like I could mostly only do it when I’d had just a little too much wine.

But Brad moans … loudly … and suddenly I become determined to make this the best blowjob that he’s ever had … if he has even had any.  I keep bobbing my head and pushing my limits.  As his big cockhead attempts to invade my throat, my eyes are watering and I’m glad that I’m not wearing any mascara right now or my face would be a mess.  As his saliva covered cock slides in and out of my mouth, I almost feel like it is fucking my pussy at the same time.  Suddenly he says, “If you keep that up, Mom, I’m going to … uh … cum.

As much as I want him to climax in my mouth so that I can taste his young fertile cum, I really have another more urgent need … my throbbing pussy!  I clamp my fingers around the base of his cock and tug downward on his full balls to hopefully stop his impending orgasm.  Without taking my hand off of his cock, I rise to my feet and tug on his manhood to lead him into my bedroom.  “Wait, Mom!!  My shorts!” he urgently hollers.  In my haste, I’ve forgotten that they are still wrapped around his ankles and I was trying to move him faster than he could move with them there.  I stop and he lifts his feet out of them so that I can lead him into the bedroom next to the bed.

Once there, I turn to face him.  It’s almost like someone else is talking when I ask, “So, do you want to see my tits, Son?”

“Uh … yeah, Mom!” he exclaims like he doesn’t believe his good fortune.  I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head to expose my big tits with their hard nipples.  “They’re …… they’re …… they’re …… beautiful … Mom!!” he stammers out. His eyes are wide with wonder as he stares at the fleshy globes on my chest.

“Do you want to touch them?” I ask.

“May I?”

“Yes you may.” His hands are visibly shaking as he slowly reaches out and gently lays his fingertips on my tits like he’s afraid to break them.  A thrill, almost like electricity, flows through me at his tender touch as he caresses them and runs his fingers over my nipples.  I almost feel like I’m going to faint.  A moment later, I place my hands on top of his and use them to squeeze my boobs, showing what he can do without hurting me.  Without a word, I physically direct his hands to do the things that I like, including rolling my nipples between his fingertips and lightly pinching them.  My arousal is rising exponentially from his touch and the fact that my own son is playing with my boobs.  Then I reach up and place a hand behind his neck and pull him downward.  “Suck on my nipples, Son!” I demand.

Although he gives me a funny look for a moment, he actually kneels in front of me and takes one of my nipples into his mouth and starts sucking.  “Oh yeah!!!” I moan out.  “Suck them just like that!!!”  I hold his head tightly against my bosom, reveling in the wonderful feelings that he is creating that are going straight to my already dripping pussy.  After a couple of minutes, I say, “Now change sides.”

Suddenly I feel his hand inching up my inner thigh until it reaches the hem of my shorts.  I actually start to tremble from the thought of him touching me in my most private place.  For a moment I do ponder on just how wrong this is, but at the same time, I realize just how badly that I want it.  Involuntarily, I hold his head tighter to my breast until I hear him struggling to breathe … but even then he doesn’t stop sucking on my hard nipple. Then, just as I want, his fingers slide up under the hem and into the leg of my shorts.  His fingers are so close to my dripping pussy that I’m sure that he can feel the moist heat radiating from it.  Then it happens …… his fingertips touch my overheated sex and I nearly melt as he gently caresses my sopping wet pussy lips.

What happens next kind of surprises me, but then again, it doesn’t.  I feel my shorts being slowly pulled down until they go into freefall down around my ankles.  Suddenly I am completely naked in front of my son!!  How bizarre is that?  A moment later, his fingers return to my sloppy sex and I feel him separating my nether lips and caressing my soft inner flesh.  My knees are weak but I unconsciously spread my knees apart to give him a little better access to my overheated pussy.  It is so surreal to have Brad, my very own son, fingering his mother’s wet aroused pussy and once again I almost feel like I’m on the outside looking in.  But the pleasurable feelings are definitely inside me and I start moaning deep in my chest while his fingertips probe my most private place.

After a few minutes, I am nearly delirious with desire.  However, my son has another trick up his sleeve.  He pulls away from my right tit and says, “Sit down on the bed, Mom.”  The bed is behind me, only a couple of steps away, so after I lift my feet to get them disentangled from my shorts I step back and sit on the edge of the bed.  He then urges as he scoots up closer to me, “Lay back, Mom.”  I’m shocked as hell when he lifts up my legs and spreads them with his hands underneath my knees after I lie back.  His next words shock me too.  “You have a beautiful pussy, Mom!” he says.

Not really knowing what to say, I stammer, “Thank … thank you!”  A moment later, he is kissing the backs and insides of my thighs, teasing me deliciously but unmercifully since all I want right now is his cock inside me.  But he has other plans!  He starts licking my pussy lips from the back to the front and lightly teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.  “Oooooohhhhhh mmmyyyyyy gaaaawwwwd, Brad!” I moan as his tongue separates my lower lips and begins lapping at the pink softness inside.  His sensuous sucking and slow licks are driving me crazy as he starts eating my pussy so wonderfully … like he’s been doing this all of his life!

Without thinking, I put my hands on top of his head and wind my fingers into his hair.  This seems to urge him on as does that fact that I feel like I am absolutely gushing right now.  He tongue fucks me … he sucks on my clit and gently flicks it with his tongue … he licks up and down my gash, his tongue wiggling fabulously from side to side inside me.  My arousal is rising and I start lifting my hips … wanting more of his wonderful tongue while at the same time wondering where he learned to eat pussy so well.   But my wondering is cut a little short when he sucks my clit into his mouth and runs his tongue over it in many different directions.  Suddenly the feelings are starting to become too much!!  “Oooohhhh mmmyyyyyy gaaaaaawwwwwwd!!!” I moan out again. “I’mmmm …… gonna …… cuuuummmmmm!!”

A moment later, I hear myself hollering, “OOOHHH FFFUUUUUCK!!” as my first orgasm generated by another person in so many months slams through my body.  It is massive and I’m yelling out, “OH FUCK!!  OH FUCK!!  OH FUCK!!  OH FFFUUUUCK!!”  My body is shaking and trembling, but Brad doesn’t stop, he only slows down a little. At the same time that I feel his mouth sucking on me and his tongue doing wild things, I also feel warm fluid running down the crack of my ass onto the bed below me, soaking it.  He doesn’t let my arousal slide down very far down though before he starts in again with his talented tongue.  Within seemingly just a few moments, I am screaming out in blissful orgasm again.  I wonder if the neighbors can hear me and if they can, I only hope that they don’t call the police!  A couple of moments later, I push his head away and I can barely get out, “It’s …… too …… sensitive!”

He looks up at me and smiles.  “Did you like that, Mom?”

My body is still shaking and I can barely get out, “Did I like it?  …… No, I didn’t like it …… I LOVED IT!!  Where did … you learn to … eat pussy like that?”  

His only reply is, “You just taught me, Mom.”  He gives me another smile as he gets up.  The bottom of his face is coated with my juices, but he seems not to pay any attention. I notice that his cock is hard again, and even though I know that it is so very wrong, all I want right now is to feel his young manhood inside me.  I know that it is incest, but at this point I really don’t care!  I just want to get fucked by his huge cock!!  I think that he knows this because he asks with a sly little smile, “Do you still want this, Mom?”

Because his hands are still behind my knees, my legs are still in the air and spread apart. My pussy is throbbing with need and his fabulous hard cock is only a couple of inches away from it as it bobs up and down.  Without mincing words, I nearly yell out, “Hell yes, I want it!!  Give it to me, Son.  Fuck your mother, Brad!”  Without really thinking, I reach down and grab his cock and I pull it toward me so that I can work on jamming it into my pussy.  A moment later, the head of his cock is splitting my pussy lips wider open than they already are … and the bulbous head is pushing deeper into my needy fuck hole.  “Oooohhhh ffffuuuuuck yeeeessss!!!” I moan out loudly as his cock starts stretching out my under-used cunt.  I quickly grab a couple of pillows and stuff them under my head so that I can watch him impale me with his big fat cock.

He’s only about two-thirds of the way inside my pussy and already I feel so damn full, much fuller that I have ever felt before.  His father’s cock sure never filled me like this!!  Because I’m feeling so stretched out, I say to him, “Oh my gaaawwwd, Brad, go slow!!  I’ve never had this much cock before!!”

He just smiles as he stops his inward push and starts fucking me in agonizingly slow strokes. While his cock slides in and out, I can see that it is covered in slick juices … my juices!  He says, “So, do you like my cock, Mom?”

“YES!!!  I LOVE your cock, Son!!  Just go easy!!  It’s been a long time!”  And he does go easy, fucking me slowly while gently pushing more and more of his marvelous cock inside my cunt until our bodies nearly meet.  I have to hand it to him; he is being slow and careful with his mom. A few strokes later, I feel his crotch meet mine.  “Damn, I feel so full, Brad!!  Your mom has never felt this full!  Keep fucking me, Brad!  Don’t stop!”

He keeps fucking me slowly, so slowly that I’m about ready to ask him to go faster, but it feels soooo fucking good!!  But somehow, he reads my mind and he starts going a little faster … and shoving his cock inside me a little harder, our bodies making little smacking sounds as they meet.  My arousal is rising higher and higher.  Then, suddenly he pulls out!!  I’m about to holler at him, but he rubs the length of his cock along my wet gooey slit, rubbing his cockhead over my clit with each pass.  I have to admit that it does feel good, but I want more so I start begging, “Damn, Brad!!  Quit teasing me!!  Put your fucking cock back inside of me!!  Damn it, Brad; FUCK ME!!” I demand.  I’m wishing that I could wrap my legs around him and pull him inside me!!

After some more tormenting teasing, he does slide his cock back into my pussy and starts fucking me again.  Like he was reading my mind, he releases my legs and I wrap them around his buttocks and pull him deep inside me.  He reaches up and grasps onto my tits and starts squeezing them while he fucks me harder, ramming his cock into my pussy making the head kiss against my cervix on each inward stroke.  “Ooohhhh mmyyyyy gaaaawwwwwd, yeeeeessssss!!!” I holler out as waves of pleasure start flowing through me.  My body feels like it is so hot … almost like he is fucking me with a red-hot poker!!

I don’t know how …… but he is already about twice the cocksman that his father was!!  He knows how to hit all the right places inside of my cunt while he pounds away at me, driving his cock deeper than any cock has ever been before.  Our bodies are smacking together from the force of his thrusts.  A few moments later my arousal is peaking and unknown to me, my body is tensing up like a guitar string.  Then I suddenly explode in a massive orgasm and I really have no idea what is happening other than there are waves of intense pleasure flowing through me and I am seeing fireworks behind my closed eyelids!!  And then right afterwards, a brilliant starburst!!

As I come down off of my high, I realize that my son is still fucking me!!  I look at him through glazed eyes and wonder when he is going to cum.  His head is thrown back and all kinds of strange, but sexy noises are coming out of his mouth.  Then, abruptly, he slams up against me and lets out an animalistic growl and I feel his big cock pulsing inside me and suddenly I am glad that I continued taking my birth control pills since he is pumping his young fertile cum deep inside my cunt!!  Just then, my next orgasm hits, pushing out whatever thoughts that are my head.  By the time that orgasm is over, I feel like I am nothing but a quivering mound of jelly, unable to move … or even talk … or really even think.

I think that Brad is almost in the same state.  He is holding tightly onto my legs like they are keeping him from falling.  After a few minutes, I say, “That was wonderful, Brad. You are amazing, Son!!”

“Thanks, Mom! You are fantastic too!”

“But what we did was so wrong!  I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be sorry, Mom!  It wasn’t wrong …… it felt so right!  You needed this!!”

“Yes, I did need it …… but I shouldn’t have used you.”

“You didn’t use me … I was a willing participant.”  He pauses for a moment and then says, “I love you, Mom!”  He leans down to kiss me.

“I love you too, Son,” I reply just before our lips meet and I get a taste of my pussy on his lips. After a few moments of passionate kissing he rises up and his cock slips out of my freshly fucked cunt.  I feel some of his essence oozing out of my pussy that is probably gaping after that pounding.  I roll over onto my side and scoot up more onto the bed.  Then I pat the bed beside me to indicate that he is to lie down next to me.  

We cuddle together for quite some time while I run back through my mind the movie of the sensuous thing that just happened between us.  At first, I think about telling him that this was a one-time thing … but I know in my head that my pussy will never allow that.  Then I begin to think about what it would be like to be fucked by him often … maybe every day and I start to get even more excited.  After a short while I make my decision.  I start to blush even before I start to say, “Son, you won’t have to masturbate to porn anymore.  I want to be your very own porn star.”

“Oh, MOM!! That is wonderful and exciting!!” He wraps his arms around me to hug me and kisses me passionately.  Well, one thing leads to another and soon my hand is down between us, grasping his hardening cock and his hand is playing in my gooey pussy.  Suddenly, I roll him onto his back and quickly straddle his hips. Once more it hardly feels like it is me when I grasp his cock and aim it at my sloppy wet pussy.  Just a moment later, I am settling downward on it, letting his big hard cock impale me.  Once again, it fills me completely as I sit on his crotch and gently move my hips. His cock even seems to grow some more after it is inside me.

“So, you like the idea of your Mom being your very own porn star, huh?” I ask as I start slowly moving up and down on his cock.

“Ooohhh gaaaawwwwd, yeeesssss, Mom!!  I do like that idea!!”

“Then reach up and play with my tits while I fuck your big fat cock!!” I demand.  He reaches up and starts playing with my boobs and pinching my nipples just like I showed him.  I place my hands on his chest for balance and start moving my hips up and down a little faster and with longer strokes.  Somehow, he knows to keep himself still while I am busy pleasuring myself on his cock.  I still can’t believe that I am fucking my own son and how good his cock feels inside me!

Within a few minutes, I am bouncing up and down on his cock at a much faster pace and my ass is contacting his thighs on each downward stroke when I drive his cock deep inside my still needy cunt.  It is like I am trying to make up for lost time.  My arousal is rising fast and I close my eyes in pleasure.  His fingers are still pinching my nipples and that action is sending waves of pleasure straight down to my already aroused pussy.  I am sweating from my exertion and my breathing is coming in gasps.  And then it happens … a huge orgasm takes over and suddenly I am a mass of shaking, quivering flesh, barely able to move.  I sit down heavily on his crotch while my orgasm totally consumes me.

I’m not sure how long I sit there with his cock still deep inside me.  I don’t think that he climaxed so I ask, “Did you cum, Son?”

“No, Mom, I didn’t … but that’s okay.  This was all about you and what you needed.”

“That’s really sweet … but I want to make you cum too … it’s about both of us, not just me. I just can’t move anymore.”

“Alright, Mom, then why don’t I finish us off?  Let me crawl out from underneath you so that you can get on your hands and knees and I can do it to you from behind.”

As soon as he says that, my pussy pulses.  My own son ‘taking’ me from behind!!  Seconds later, we are in position and he has his hands on my hips and he is driving his big hard cock into me from behind.  It is so arousing that I think that I start to orgasm on about the third or fourth long, but hard stroke.  And I don’t quit climaxing until he has blasted his second load of hot teen-age cum deep into my quivering cunt.  After he has filled me, he almost collapses on top of me … in fact I just kind of roll forward off of my knees until I am flat on the bed with him lying on top of me and his cock still inside me.  Right now, I feel so well protected and loved.  He asks, “Am I crushing you, Mom?”

“No, Son, it feels wonderful!”

After a while he rolls off of me and I turn onto my side to lie beside him.  My pussy still feels warm because I know that it is full of his hot cum.  I pull him closer to me and firmly say, “Don’t ever stop loving your mother like you did tonight!”  I reach down and grasp his manhood that is still semi-hard.  “From now on this cock is MINE!  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mom; I understand.”  He kisses me on the cheek.  “This cock is yours from now on.  It’s not a problem because I don’t think that there is a girl my age that can do what you just did!  You are wonderful, Mom!”  He draws out the word ‘wonderful’.  Then he adds one more thing that nearly brings tears to my eyes, “I love you so much, Mom!!”

“I love you so much too!  I’m so lucky to have you, Son!  But I guess that I need to get cleaned up some so that I can finish dinner or I’ll be a bad mom.”

“Why don’t we just order a pizza instead and get it delivered,” Brad suggests.  “That way I’m the only one who has to get dressed just enough to meet the delivery guy.”

Although he didn’t say it directly, I assume from his statement that he wants to have me stay nude.  In spite of that, I say, “That’s a good idea!” I shiver a little because my pussy is already tingling in anticipation of more of his big cock … maybe even tonight!

The End

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[hyperbole-smut]

A familiar piece

“God, look at it!” She gasped, mouth almost watering at the sight.

“Right? Isn’t that like, the most perfect fucking cock you’ve ever seen?” I held up my phone to her, smiling at the sight of her enjoying it as she shifted through the pics I showed her.

“Fuck, I’d love a taste of that.” She almost moaned. “Been ages since I got some good d.”

“Maybe I can hook you up? He seems nice and all but I already have a few good fuck buddies so you can have him if he’s interested.”

Her eyes almost sparkled with lust at my words and I started to select the pictures in my gallery.

“You’d do that?!”

“Of course! I’ll send you the pics, and I’ll try and get him interested in you.” I hit send and she squealed as I heard the sound of the notification as she received them.

Later that night I got a message from her; “Thanks for the pics, had the craziest orgasm ever! Just something about it made it irresistible, like a nostalgic piece that you’ve longed to see again! Can’t explain!”

I smiled widely and couldn’t hold myself from moving my hand down in between my legs, already soaking from thinking about her fingering herself to it.

After all, incest had always been my biggest kink and the thought of the girl I loved masturbating to her own brother? Fuck me, never thought I’d actually do it.

We connected when he commented on a piece of incest smut I had written and posted online. When we first started talking I had no idea he was her brother, but when he sent me a dick pic of ‘how hard your story made me’ I felt something familiar about the room he had taken the picture in and instead of blocking him, like I’d usually do, I got curious.

I asked for more and more pictures, which confirmed my suspicion when he admitted to taking them in his sister’s room, where he took every chance to enter when she left the home.

I had him tell me, in detail, about how he dreamed of fucking his sister. With my dirty mind I kept dreaming up every scenario I could think of to fulfill my now own dream of watching it happen. Cropping every pic before showing them to his sister was the first step in this elaborate plan.

“What would you do if you found out she masturbated to the sight of your cock? 🤭” I wrote to him just as I had finished myself off.

“Ha, as if that would happen!” He answered.

“Just imagine that she just did, minutes ago, what would you actually do? 😉”

“I don’t know, I try not to think about something that won’t ever happen because I don’t want to make it weird between us just because I’m fucked up lol”

“If I said I knew for a fact that she did, could you thank me by telling me what you’d do? 😏”

I sent him a screenshot of our conversation, the sent pictures to her and her response about getting off to them.

“WTF?!” There was a moment of silence after his message, but then the next one came.

“That’s her actual name, how the hell did you find that out?! This is fake, right?”

“Let’s just say I did some research 🤭 So, what WOULD you do?”

He didn’t send a response. I got anxious, had I gone too far? I got into bed again, trying to get some sleep, but I just couldn’t fall asleep.

More than an hour later my phone lit up, a notification from him up on the screen again.

“FUCK” a single written word sent as I opened our conversation up. A short moment of silence followed until I could see that he was writing.

“I’m panicking. Is this for real?!”

“Maybe 🤭” Fuck, I went right back into degenerate mode and forgot about ever regretting my action.

“Do you know how many times I’ve cummed since you sent that? I can’t stop masturbating even after cumming.”

“Show me, then. My reward 🤭”

Once again, silence, and I anxiously awaited his response.

A video, 13minutes and 43seconds long, that’s more than I had to wait for his last response, but just a little more than since his first.

“I couldn’t help but savor this moment lol so I started filming almost immediately when I realized I just HAD to jerk off 🤣”

Ignoring his message, barely even reading it, I opened the video immediately. His big, thick and veiny cock in full view, rock hard and throbbing in excitement. Grabbing it with one hand he slowly rubbed it up and down, sensually moving the foreskin back and forth.

Soft, lustful moans could be heard in the background as his tempo increased and my hand went instinctively into my panties, automatically matching his speed.

Starting at the outside, slowly moving in circular motions with my middle and ring finger I could feel just how wet I already was. Knowing what had made him this hard, his own sister, spurred me on as I pushed a finger inside.

His pace increased and I followed suite as I heard his moans. His other hand started carefully caressing his package and he started moving faster and faster as his moans got louder and louder.

Pushing another finger inside, rubbing them both against my g-spot and the palm of my hand against my clit I started working in a steady pace as his moans revealed he was close to cumming.

A stream of thick, white cum shot from the tip with a moan and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. With repeated pulses the cum just kept flowing, load after load pouring across his hands as he continued in a slower pace.

I came, legs trembling as I couldn’t hold back a loud ‘fuck!’ leaving my lips. Hand steady in place I could feel my hole clench around my finger in waves of ecstasy as my fluids poured out of me as I watched his seed do the same.

Watch to my surprise when he doesn’t stop there and instead increases the tempo once more, cock now covered in a generous amount of his glistering cum. Intrigued, and undoubtly spurred on, I kept going as well.

Both finger still inside I watched in awe as he seemed even harder than before with his bulging shaft throbbing in his hand.

I came once more, unable to hold back anymore, and as if in response I saw new streams of his seed pour along his veiny shaft.

“Holy fucking shit 🥵 That was soooo hot!” I wrote, not even bothering to clean up.

“Glad you liked it 😏 God, thanks for that! Never thought roleplaying could be this good lol”

“Role-play? 🤣” I literally laughed out loud. “You still don’t believe this was real? Well, I just sent that video to your sister, so let’s see her reaction 🤭”

I saw the ‘video sent’ message sent to his sister. Now I just had to wait to see where this was going.

[mike4590]

Just wish part two was available!

[laura-taylor]

He was stroking his hard dick when he heard Laura came home and dropped her backpack. He quickly turned off the tv and moved his sweat pants around before she came bounding into the living room.

“Hey Daddy”, Laura said as she kissed him on the side of the head. “Guess what!?” She exclaimed as she turned around the corner into full view. Now standing in front of him, he followed her long blonde hair down to see a new cheerleading uniform. “I made it on the team!” She said as she bounced from excitement enough that her DD breasts jiggled in a way that made his dick harden.

The blue and black tight uniform complimented all of her features. The skirt just a bit too short, tempting him with every twist and turn that he might see her panties. The shirt so tight her big tits want to pop out. Her belly button peaking out, showing her flat stomach. “That’s wonderful baby!” He said, trying not to make it obvious he was staring.

“Do you like the uniform daddy? Can you write the school a check for it?” She said, leaning forward putting her hands on his shoulders, her breasts now right in his eye line. “Of course! My daughter, the cheerleader!”.

She squealed in excitement and jumped into his lap, one leg on each side of him, as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. “Thank you!” She said as she bounced up and down again with excitement.

He could feel his cock growing harder than he’d felt in a long time as her breasts pressed up against him and her barely covered pussy hovered so close. He knew she may feel he was hard. His pulse quickened with excitement and trepidation.

He knew it was wrong to look at her like this. He didn’t know if it was because he was already horny or because of the cheerleader uniform but he wanted to fuck her so badly.

“What’s this Daddy?” Laura asked as she put her hand over his sweat pants, grazing his hard dick.

“Sorry sweetheart, Daddy wasn’t feeling well so he had to do something to feel better”.

She tilted her head not quite understanding. “Oh no! How does this help you feel better?”

“Well you see sweetheart, there’s a way that people can make their bodies feel good and part of Daddy’s body changes temporarily because of it. If this is hard that means I can feel better.”

“Well I want you to feel better Daddy!” Laura said, still straddling him with one hand holding his hard cock over top of his sweat pants. He could feel it pulsating in her hand. “I have been feeling pretty tired. Maybe I’m not feeling well either”, she said, wondering if she’d caught his mysterious illness.

He stopped for a second to wonder if he should take this opportunity or let it go. He rested both is hands on her hips and said, “Well there’s a way for both of us to make sure we feel better. Do you want me to show you?”

“Oh yes, please Daddy! I can’t get sick and miss the beginning of cheerleading.” Laura’s hands now both on her dad’s shoulders, she stared at him expectantly.

“Here come a bit closer,” he said as he used his hands to bring her hips closer to him. Her panty covered pussy now against his sweatpants, pressed firmly on his hard cock. Her big boobs now close to his face.

“This will help us to feel better, and you’ll strengthen for cheer practice. Try moving back and forth like this,” he instructed as he used his hands to guide her hips back and forth. Her panty covered pussy slowly rubbing against his hard sweatpant covered dick. Her hips bringing her forward and back. “How did that feel? Do you feel that hardness on Daddy?”

“Oh yes Daddy, it’s really hard. I liked the way it felt.”

“Well if you keep moving like that, it will keep Daddy hard and feeling better. It will start to help you feel better too.”

Laura looked down and started to move her hips back and forth.

“There’s even a place that will help you feel even better. Do you want Daddy to show you?”

“Yes, please Daddy. I want to feel better.”

He reached one of his hands up her skirt. Slowly allowing his fingers to trail along her leg as he came to her panties. The air caught in his chest as he put his hands against her warm panties knowing only a thin layer of fabric was separating their skin. He took his thumb and moved between her thick lips to find her clit and began to slowly rub clockwise. “How does that feel?”

“I feel tingly” she said, as she bit her lip, confused by this new feeling.

“Do you like it?” He asked, expectantly.

“Yah, I think so.”

“Try moving back and forth while I do this.” Laura began slowly moving back and forth again. Feeling tingling between her legs.

“It’s going to help Daddy if I can take my pants down a bit”.

“Okay”, she said as he began to shimmy the sides of his sweatpants down his thighs. His dick now revealed but Laura couldn’t see it under her skirt. She sat back down against him and he could feel the warmth of her pussy and the lips hugging around his shaft as she got even closer. It took everything in him not to cum in that moment.

“There’s another spot that will help you to feel better,” he said, aching to get that cheerleader top off of her to see her huge breasts. “But it’s under your top. Do you want to take it off?”

“Yah, I’m feeling pretty hot. But then I’ll just be wearing a bra.”

“That’s okay sweetie.”

To his amazement Laura began to take her top off over her head, revealing her huge boobs barely covered by a yellow bra. He could just see a tiny sliver of her nipples peaking out from the side of the bra.

“The special area is right in the middle here,” he said as he gentle grazed the nipple area over top of the bra. “But it feels better skin to skin. Can Daddy touch there and show you?”

“I guess so, if it will help me feel better.”

He slipped both his hands between the cup and her breast, grabbing handfuls before he popped them out, releasing his hands to gaze upon her supple breasts. Her nipples hard to the cold air and his touch.

He took a moment to stare at them, his dick throbbing. He took both hands back toward them, cupping them and using his thumbs to rub around both nipples at the same time. “How does this feel?”

“Good Daddy”. Her hips instinctively moved forward and back. Without thinking he leaned forward, putting one of her breasts into his face, bringing his mouth to her nipple and running his tongue around it, feeling it harden further. “Oh Daddy!” She exclaimed, closing her eyes from the feeling.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, that feels nice.”

He moved to her other nipple, running his tongue along it while he massaged her boob. Her hips still moving back and forth along his bare cock. He could feel her beginning to get wet.

He ran his other hand down her body and back up her skirt, giving her clit a rub while he licked her nipple. “Ooohhh” she moaned. “Wow Daddy that makes me feel really good.”

“It makes me feel really good too baby.” He said, as he subtly moved her panties to the side, her wet lips meeting his hard shaft. Gliding back and forth. “Oh baby you’re so wet”.

“Sorry Daddy.”

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart, that’s a good thing. It means your body is starting to feel better. But it feels much better when you keep going.”

“Are you feeling better?”

“I am starting to. But I could feel much better too the longer we keep going. Do you want to feel a lot better with me?”

“Better than this? Yes Daddy. Show me how.”

“Keep moving. Let your body tell you what feels good and move with that.” Her pace began to quicken as she started humping him, desperate to feel good.

“This feels really good Daddy”, she said, her pussy now moving along the full length of his shaft, slightly catching at the head of his dick. He began to move his hips every time her wet hole got close to the head. Tempting it to slip in.

“Oh baby, this really makes Daddy feel good. Don’t stop sweetie.”

“I like when you move your hips too Daddy.”

“Come closer, so I can touch your special parts”, he said as she brought her breasts into his face and he licked her nipple and grabbed his dick. With the bit of space between them, he used the tip of his tick to tickle her clit.

Laura giggled, “oh Daddy, that makes me feel really good.” He moved his tip fast over her clit and then would move it toward her vagina, giving just a bit of pressure. “Ooh” she moaned. Falling even further forward, his face now squished in her boobs, her hands gripping the back of the couch.

Her hips instinctively moving back and forth, like something taking over her, she needed to feel him harder against her. All these new sensations made her feel better than she had ever felt and she didn’t want it to stop.

He teased her clit more, and again moved down, allowing the head of his dick to push a bit further in. “Oh I like that Daddy. Please don’t stop”.

It took everything in his power to not thrust all the way into her too fast. He was so horny and wanted her tight pussy so bad. He knew he had to delay to resist those animal urges. So he wrapped his arms around her and turned her to lay her down on the couch.

Their bodies against each other he looked at her and said, “do you want to learn a special kind of kiss?”

“Different to how we already kiss?” She asked looking at him with her innocent doe eyes.

“Yes baby. It’s a special kind of kiss only certain people share.”

“Okay.” She said as she could feel her pulse inbetween her legs.

He brought his lips to hers and pushed them harder against her. “Part your mouth a little” he instructed, and then he slipped his tongue into her mouth. “Do you like that baby?”

“Mmm yah that’s nice Daddy.”

“The special kiss can also be done in other places.”

“Oh really?” Laura asked.

“Yes baby, do you want to see?”

“Sure Daddy.”

He leaned down and put his head between her skirt. Laura was confused by this and then suddenly felt his mouth against her pussy. The wet roll of his tongue over her clit and her sopping wet vagina.

Her hips automatically pushed forward, closer to his mouth as she let a huge moan. “Oh my god Daddy.”

“You like that baby?”

“Yes Daddy, don’t stop.”

He moved his tongue faster and brought a finger up to her pussy, catching the juices and slowly began to move his finger deeper and deeper into her vagina.

“Mmmmm” she moaned, humping against him desperate for him to keep going.

“What about your hard part Daddy? Is it feeling better?”

“Well sweetie, it still could feel a lot better. But I would need your help for that.”

“Of course Daddy, you’ve already helped me to feel so much better.”

He sat up, revealing his hard dick to her for the first time. She sat up looking at this new thing she hadn’t seen before. “Daddy feels a lot better when you touch it. It’s hard because of how beautiful you are.”

He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the base of his shaft. “What can I do Daddy?” She asked, looking up at him expectantly with her innocent doe eyes.

“Well sweetheart, you know how you love popsicles?”, “yes”, “well you can lick it like you would a melting popsicle.”

He stood on his knees so his hard dick was right in her face, her hand still wrapped around the shaft. She leaned closer and licked the tip and began to lick some more. He moaned loudly, a sound she hadn’t heard before but she knew he must be feeling much better so she continued.

“And if your popsicle was starting to melt, what would you do to stop it?”

“Put it deep in my mouth?”

“Yes, try that sweetheart.”

She put her whole mouth over top of his dick and he gently rocked forward, letting it slip deeper, and then moved outward. He went back and forth as her little mouth got his dick so wet and hard.

“Like that Daddy?”

“Yes, just like that. But there’s also another thing that feels the best of all, for both of us”.

“What’s that Daddy?” She asked, looking up at him expectantly.

“Let me show you” he said as he pushed her back against the couch and brought his wet dick toward her wet pussy. Moving the head of his dick fast against her clit she moaned loud and moved her hips back and forth. “Yes Daddy that feels really good.”

He began to put the head of his dick against her hole and gently put pressure and felt it begin to slide slightly further into her tight wet pussy. They both moaned in unison. He pulled out and smiled with amusement as her hips continued to hump the air. “Please don’t stop Daddy, I love the way that feels”.

He entered her again, only going as deep as her pussy allowed and stopping. She continued to hump against him. “What is this called Daddy?”

“Fucking, sweetheart.”

“Oh then keep fucking me Daddy.”

He entered her again, this time, her wet pussy let him all the way in, his balls hitting against her ass. “Oohhh fuuucckk baby, you’re so wet and so tight.”

“Is that good Daddy?”

“Yes baby that feels so good to Daddy.”

He played with her clit as he kept thrusting into her, feeling the sweet friction of her tight pussy pulling against his dick. He watched as her big tits bounced back and forth with every thrust.

“Do you like that baby?” He asked, looking into her innocent blue eyes.

“Yes Daddy, don’t stop.”

He leaned forward, their bodies against each other. From this close he could hear her small high pitched moans. “Uh, uh, uh” with every thrust. He began to moan back, his deep voice making her feel tingles all over her body. “Oh yah, baby, you feel so good”.

She didn’t understand this feeling but she knew she desperately didn’t want him to stop.

“Oh Daddy, I feel like I might pee.”

“Good baby. You can pee if you need to. Just let go.” Her little hips moving back and forth desperate for his dick. He had slowed down, “Oh please Daddy, please don’t stop. Oh Daddy I need you. Please. I’m gonna pee Daddy, I’m going to pee.”

“Do it for me baby.” He said, “Daddy’s going to release too.” He began to thrust so fast she had to grab onto his ass. She screamed, “uhh Daddy” in ecstasy. She felt a warm gush and release from between her legs and her body began to shudder.

“Yes baby, yes baby, yes baby.” Her dad said as he moved in and out of her so fast and staring at her big tits. He trust deep and stayed there as his body shook, hot cum filling her pussy, her hands still on his ass holding him close.

Out of breath he laid against her and she could feel his dick pulsing inside of her.

“I like fucking you Daddy”.

“I like fucking you too baby.”

“I feel so good.” Laura said.

To be continued…

[toxophilitis-deactivated2024072]

Mother Needs It Hot cont

CHAPTER THREE

Leaving her son in her room, Susan called her younger sister into the living room.

Wanda sat next to her, shy, keeping her eyes averted and her hands folded in her lap. Susan noticed that Wanda had really grown up since she had last seen her. The years between their ages had prevented then from being really close, like most sisters, and Susan really knew nothing about Wanda, except she had just graduated from high school, didn't want to go to college, and wanted to stay with her and Tommy while she found herself a good job.

The last time Susan had seen her sister, Wanda had been a skinny little thing. Now she was all grown up and quite shapely. There had been a fantastic change in Wanda's body. She now had sharp, firm mouthwatering tits, molded by her tight sweater. Her waist was small, and her hips lovely. Susan had already seen those beautiful long legs.

"Well, Wanda," Susan said, eyeing her sister. "It seems you've learned a few things since I last saw you."

Wanda didn't reply.

"Do you know how old Tommy is?" Wanda nodded her head. "And you know he is your nephew?" Wanda rubbed her hands together in her lap. "Aren't you ashamed?" Susan asked, her voice low.

This brought a response from Wanda. She lifted her head and looked her sister in the eye. "Aren't you?"

"Why should I be ashamed?" Susan asked. "You were the one hanging onto his cock, it was your panties Tommy had his hand in."

"Maybe so," Wanda said, without a trace of her former shyness, "but I didn't fuck him."

"Say what you mean," Susan said.

"You make a lot of noise when you're fucking, Susan," Wanda said boldly. "You really should learn to control yourself."

Susan looked her sister over, a faint smile on her lovely face. Wanda returned her stare, unflinching.

After a long time, Susan said very softly, "So now what?"

"I want in on the fun, Susan," Wanda said, sliding her knee up onto the cushions and facing her older sister. "Why do you I think I came here to live? To find work? Bullshit! I've got enough money to carry me for a year. I had to get away from that dumb jerk-off town."

Susan understood that. The town they came from was very small, and everyone knew what each other was doing and to whom.

"So you had a reputation, huh?" Susan asked, knowing it. She too, had had one before she finally escaped to the city.

"You might say I was getting one," Wanda replied.

"I can see why," Susan said, noticing the smooth flesh of her sister's legs. "If you grab every man or boy five minutes after meeting him, that's understandable. Any girl would get a reputation."

Wanda shifted on the couch, and Susan found herself eying the expanse of flesh above her sister's knee. "You do have trouble controlling such urges, don't you, Wanda?"

"Sometimes," Wanda admitted, giving her older sister an impish grin. "But I can... if I want to. It's just that I don't want to. It feels too good to stop."

Susan watched creamier thigh become revealed as her younger sister talked. She wondered if Tommy would remain in her room as she asked him to. She wondered what Wanda would be doing with him just as soon as she went back to work on Monday. She didn't wonder very hard, though. After what she had seen, she knew what her sister and son would be doing as soon as the door closed behind her. Oddly enough, Susan felt no jealousy or anger.

"You really have to ride the subway one of these days, Wanda," she said. She felt no surprise in talking to her sister this way. It was almost as if they had been close all their lives. "You can meet strange characters on the subway." She told then about what happened on her way home.

Wanda laughed, her blue eyes glowing with excitement. "I would want to see who it was."

"Oh, but that wouldn't be any fun," Susan said. "The exciting thing is not knowing who was rubbing against me. Try it and you'll see."

But Wanda wasn't thinking about the subway now. "You did fuck Tommy, didn't you?" For a moment, Susan didn't reply, but she stared into her sister's eyes, a faint smile on her face. Then she nodded her head, once. "But it was the first time," she said quickly, as if to explain herself. "I'd thought about it before, but today was the first time."

"Because of what you saw, huh?"

"Probably," Susan confessed.

"Then you could say I helped you out," Wanda said softly, running the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. "You might not have fucked him if you hadn't seen us."

"That's true," Susan replied.

Wanda inched her skirt up gazing into her older sister's face. "The reason I had to leave home wasn't because of a boy," she said, her voice throaty. "Oh, I had boys -- many boys. I had the bad luck to be caught with a woman."

"A woman?"

"Well, yes," Wanda said, licking her lips again. "She was a few years older than me, and beautiful. I wouldn't have anything to do with anyone that didn't attract me. Sure, I fucked around, but I picked who I fucked. I don't lay for just anyone, Susan."

Susan's eyes followed her sister's fingers. Wanda had inched her skirt halfway up her thigh now. The leg was so slender and shapely, the flesh tanned and creamy.

"A woman?" Susan repeated, curious. "Tell me about it, Wanda."

"There isn't much to tell," her younger sister said. "We just got it on. In her car, as a matter of fact."

"Teenager stuff," Susan grinned.

"So what?" Wanda replied. "When I'm turned an, I don't care where I get fucked. But about what happened. She went down on me in the back seat. I had had my cunt sucked by boys, but that was the first time a woman sucked me. I liked it, I really did like it."

"She made you come?"

"Like you'd never believe!" Wanda giggled. Susan could now see the crotch of her younger sister's lacy panties. She was mesmerized by the slight bulge of Wanda's cunt there, the shadow of pussy hair.

"And did... you lick her?" Susan said, her voice barely under control. Her cunt was twitching between her thighs, becoming wet. Her response wasn't surprising, Susan became aroused easily. The surprise was her reaction to what her sister was saying, what she was seeing.

"Of course," Wanda whispered, slipping her hand along her inner thigh, cupping her cunt and pressuring it. She kept staring at Susan, rubbing her palm along the crotch of her panties boldly, unashamedly.

"Did you... did you enjoy doing it?"

"It was lovely," Wanda purred, sliding her hand into her panties as Susan stared holly. "A pussy is so soft and hot, the feel of a soft cunt against my mouth was exciting. She was very, very wet, and you know, her pussy juices were delicious! She didn't have very much cunt hair, but my God, what a clit! It was like a tiny cock, and so hard! I sucked on it and sucked on it! When she came, it was like an earthquake."

Susan was breathing deeply, her firm tits rising and falling. Her cunt was burning, the crotch of her panties drenched. She felt as if her clit was as stiff as a small cock, too. The cheeks of her ass tightened as she watched her sister's hand moving inside the lacy panties. A soft, liquid sound came from between Wanda's thighs. Wanda was openly and unashamedly fingerfucking herself. She sat with one leg on the cushions, the other on the floor. She leaned against the arm of the couch, her eyes slitted with passion.

"Do you do that very often?" Susan asked. "Only if I don't have someone else to do it for me, Susan," Wanda said softly, her voice thick with passion.

Susan watched as Wanda's hand stretched those flimsy panties, her cunt becoming very hot and wet. It was exciting to see her sister fingerfucking herself so openly. She had never seen a girl fuck herself with a finger before, except when she watched herself doing it with a mirror.

"Why don't you ask Tommy to come in here?" Wanda asked. "I wouldn't have to do this for myself. He was fingerfucking me very good when you walked in the door. I was about to come, too, damn it."

Susan saw in her mind her son's cock sliding into Wanda's cunt. The image sent a wild pulsation through her own pussy, and she felt her pussy lips suck inward as her clit bulged tightly.

"Oh..." Wanda licked her lips again, sliding the crotch of her tight panties aside.

Susan saw her dark blond cunt hair, the wet pink lips of her sister's cunt, her throbbing clit. Wanda pinched her clit lightly, twisting it and writhing her ass on the cushions.

"Or maybe you'd like to fingerfuck me, Susan? Maybe you'd enjoy... kissing my cunt."

Susan's breath caught in her throat. She licked at her lips, staring into her sister's succulent pussy. Wanda dipped her middle finger into the folds, pressing slowly until her finger was all the way inside, then she pumped it in and out, her thumb agitating her inflamed clit.

"Mmmmmm, I think I'll come," Wanda purred hotly. "I think I'll make myself come." Her finger speeded up, the liquid sounds becoming more pronounced. When Wanda pulled her finger from her sugary pussy, she began to rub along her clit, then press hard as her fingers made circular movements. Susan couldn't turn away, couldn't take her eyes off her sister's blond-haired pussy and those moving fingers.

"You like to watch, don't you, Susan?" Wanda said in a low voice, rubbing at her cunt. "You're getting turned-on by seeing me, aren't you? I bet your cunt is bubbling and getting very hot, Susan. You love seeing me fingerfucking my cunt, don't you? I bet you'd come if you saw me fucking Tommy. Do you want to watch your son fuck me, Susan? That would be nice. I'd love to fuck Tommy while you watched us."

Susan jerked her eyes away.

"Wanda..." she said, then stopped. She stood up, her legs rubbery and weak.

She whirled away from her sister and almost ran down the hall to her room. She heard Wanda's laughter, and wondered about her lack of shame.

"Fuck him once for me!" she heard Wanda call just before she closed her bedroom door.

Tommy wasn't there. The bedspread was mussed, and the pillows were on the floor. There was the scent of fucking in the room, and she stood in the middle of it, wringing her hands, wondering how all this had happened in such a short time. Sure, she had been thinking about fucking Tommy. But she had not thought it would ever happen. She certainly never expected her younger sister to be the cause of it. But Wanda wasn't really the cause, she was only the trigger. The incident on the subway car had helped it along, too, she knew.

Tommy came out of her adjoining bathroom, still naked. He grinned at his mother, then saw her confusion.

"What's the matter, Mom?" he asked, starting to edge back into the bathroom, covering his cock and balls with one hand.

Susan understood what Tommy was thinking, and smiled at him. "It's okay, Tommy," she said. "It's not what you think. I just had a talk with your aunt, that's all."

Tommy stood in the door of the bathroom, his eyes searching his mother's face. Susan smiled wider, and stepped toward him. She shoved his hand away from his cock and balls, closing her own fingers about his cock and squeezing him.

"Gimme!" she whispered. "Don't hide it, give it to me."

"You looked kind of mad, Mom," he said. "I wasn't sure you'd let me do it again."

"Do it again?" she asked, squeezing his cock and feeling it harden in her fist. "You mean fuck me? Why would I stop you from fucking me? Didn't I say you could fuck me anytime and anywhere and in any way?"

"Yes, but."

"Stop it, baby," she said, leaning down and kissing him. She pumped her fist back and forth, feeling his young cock swell and harden. "I have a feeling your aunt is going to fuck you, too."

Tommy shoved his tongue into his mother's mouth, sliding his hands over her hips. Susan pressed against him, using her free hand to open her blouse for his mouth. As soon as a nipple was exposed, Tommy closed his hot, wet lips about it, sucking as hungrily as he had a short time ago. Susan purred and pumped his cock, testing the throbbing power of it with her fist.

"Mmmm, this is very nice, baby," she whispered. "Your cock is very hard again. I know a nice, wet, hot place for it, don't you?"

While her son stood sucking on her tit, Susan slipped out of her blouse and skirt. Her panties were peeled away quickly, and Tommy rushed his hand to his mother's cunt. Susan squealed in delight as he stabbed two fingers into her pussy and wiggled them about. She shook her ass and pulled his face tightly into her tits.

"Mmmnmmm, suck my tit, Tommy!" she gurgled. "Suck mother's tit! Oooooh, suck my nipples and fuck me with your finger! My cunt is very wet and hot, isn't it?"

Tommy moaned about his mother's nipple, his tongue licking at the rigid tip, his lips sucking at her flesh.

Pulling his face back, he looked up into his mother's face. "Aunt Wanda is gonna fuck me?"

"I think so," Susan said. "Do you want to fuck her, baby?"

"She sure had my cock hard, Mom," Tommy grinned. "And her pussy was sure hot and wet. Sure, I'd love to fuck her, Mom."

The idea of Tommy putting his young cock into her sister's lovely blond-haired cunt sent ripples of pleasure up and down Susan's flesh. She groaned and pulled him toward her bed.

"Lay on your back, baby," she whispered, kneeling beside him. "This time, I want on top of you."

Tommy eagerly laid back, his cock straining up with throbbing hardness. Susan gripped it in her fist, pumping up and down, making his swollen cockhead bulge out, his piss hole widening and dripping. She gazed at her son's cock with feverish eyes, bringing her other hand to his balls. Squeezing them, she jacked his cock, making soft squealing sounds of pleasure.

"Do something, Mom!" he urged.

"I am doing something, honey," she purred softly. "I'm jacking your cock, aren't I?"

"I don't wanna hand job! I wanna fuck!"

"Of course, you want to fuck," she gurgled. "With a hard-on like this, I'm sure you do."

She leaned down, and her tongue flicked outward.

"Ohhhh, Mom!" Tommy groaned as he felt the wet heat of his mother's tongue swirl about the head of his cock.

"Mmmmm, tasty," Susan whispered, sliding her tongue along his piss hole, tasting the seeping juices. "Very, very tasty. I bet you've never had a blow job, Tommy."

"I've never had a piece of ass until a while ago, Mom," he moaned. "You know that."

Susan, with her eyes smoldering in heat, her head turned to watch his expression, closed her lips about the head of her son's cock. She sucked very hard on the tip of his prick, her tongue flicking against his piss hole. Tommy whimpered and wiggled his ass, lifting his hips.

"You love it, I see," Susan said, puffing her mouth off his cock. "I can make you love it even more, but not right now."

She swung her leg over his hips, holding the base of his cock. Tommy watched his mother's hairy cuntlips part for him. The pink lips of her pussy glistened with wetness. Susan rubbed the head of his cock along the fiery slit of her cunt, mewling softly. Fitting the smooth head of his cock to her pussy, she slowly lowered herself, taking his cock deeply. Tommy gasped with pleasure, feeling the soft, yet tight, lips of his mother's cunt closing about his prick. He felt the hairs of her cunt tickle the base of his cock, and grabbed for her knees.

Susan settled on his prick, grinding slowly, arching her hips back and forth. She sat up straight, shoulders back. She fondled her tits as she wiggled on him, making soft sounds of pleasure, her eyes slitted with growing passion as she looked into his delighted young face.

Soon, Susan was leaning over, her hands and arms bracing her upper body, her tits jiggling. She lifted her ass until his cock was almost out, then banged down.

"Ohhhh, very nice!" she hissed.

Her naked ass began to move faster, taking her son's cock deeply into her pussy, gasping each time the puffy lips of her hungry cunt smacked at the base. Wet sounds came from between them as Susan fucked up and down, shaking her ass in tight circles.

"Ohhhhh, I love this feeling, Tommy!" she whimpered. "I love to feel your cock in my cunt! It's so fucking hard and hot and long! Mmmmm, fuck with me, baby! Fuck with mother!"

Gripping his mother's knees, Tommy rammed his cock up and down. Susan held her ass up, feeling her son drive his prick in and out of her cunt, gurgling with the wet, slapping sounds. With each upward thrust into her cunt, her tits jiggled, her nipples rigid with desire.

"Ram it to me hard, Tommy!" she groaned. "Ohhhh, be rough! Be rough with me! Bruise my hot cunt with your cock! Beat my cunt raw, baby! Ooooaoh, I love it so much!"

Tommy plunged his cock up and down, gritting his teeth as he stared between their bodies. His balls felt swollen and hard. Digging his fingers into his mother's flesh an inch or so above her knees, he fucked into her gripping, burning cunt furiously.

"Be still!" she hissed suddenly.

Tommy relaxed, and his mother began to slide her cunt up and down his cock, making tight, screwing movements. She gasped and panted hotly, her hair fanning about her face. She churned her ass in all directions. Her cunt bulged out, feeling as if it was about to burst open like a ripe grape. She strained down on him, grinding lewdly, feeling every throb of his cock deep, inside her fiery cunt. She began to scream softly as she raced her cunt up and down again, pounding her son's ass into the mattress.

"Oooh, I'm getting ready to come, Tommy!" she wailed. "My cunt is ready to come!"

She pounded in a frenzy, shaking her naked ass wildly, straining her head up with agonized rapture. She felt as if she couldn't get his cock deep enough. Her hairy cuntlips closed tightly about his cock as she pulled upward, seeming to expand with each down thrust. Her low screams grew in volume, and she couldn't stop.

"I'm going to come, Tommy!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "I'm going to come! My cunt... ohhhh, my fucking cunt!"

As the spasm struck, every part of Susan's naked body vibrated with ecstasy. She slammed her cunt down onto her son's cock hard, her cuntlips gnawing in liquid heat.

"Now, Tommy! Come with mother!"

Tommy grunted, straining his cock hard into his mother's convulsing cunt. His balls became very tight, and then he gushed, sending thick squirts of come juice into her boiling cunt. Feeling her son squirting into her pussy sent Susan into wild tremors of mindless orgasm, her cunt rippling and sucking with ecstatic contractions.

"Ohhhhh, Mom!" Tommy groaned, relaxing, his ass settling down on the mattress, his cock deflating inside his mother's cunt.

"I know, baby! God, how I know!" Susan murmured as she sat weakly on top of him.

"I told you, you made too much noise, Susan!"

Susan's head jerked upright, and she saw her sister grinning from the open doorway.

With a knowing laugh, Wanda turned away.

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Mother Needs It Hot cont

CHAPTER TWO

Susan pressed her hips forward, holding the back of her son's hand, smashing his palm against her cunt. She twisted her hips, clutching her son's balls tightly but tenderly.

"They feel so hard, baby," she whispered. "They feel loaded, very full." She slipped her hand up to his cock again, trying to close her fingers around it. "And this is very, very hard, too."

Tommy rubbed at his mother's taint, feeling the heat burn through her panties and skin.

"This isn't going to work," Susan purred hotly. "Come with me, Tommy."

She held his hand tightly as she pulled her son down the hallway. They passed the closed door of the bedroom Wanda was to use. Susan hurried into her own room, dragging her eager son with her. She closed the door, then turned to face. Tommy, her eyes blazing with hunger.

"Now, take it out for me," she hissed.

Tommy, not the least shy, hurriedly opened his pants, and his cock surged out. Susan gasped and gabbed it, closing her fingers tightly about her son's cock.

"Oh, God, it's hard!" she whimpered, and began to jerk back and forth. "So very hard! And beautiful! You have a beautiful cock, Tommy!"

She jacked her hot fist back and forth a few times, then cupped her hand about his swollen cockhead. She felt the wetness seeping out of his piss hole.

"Oh, it's so lovely!" she gurgled, then stepped back.

With her eyes blazing at her son's cock, Susan unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her feet. She wore only her skimpy panties, hardly anything covered. Her panties held her hips tightly, and curls of dark pussy hair swirled up above the elastic waist. The hair of her pussy and the puffy lips of her cunt made a delicious, teasing bulge in the crotch of her panties.

Tommy, staring, felt his cock throb up and down. His eyes burned at his mother, fixed almost hypnotically at her crotch. Susan lifted her blouse, then with a jerk, tore it from her body. Her bra was stretched and filled with her shapely, firm tits. She tried to tear it off, but found it hard to do. Feverishly, staring hotly at his jerking cock, she managed to unhook the bra and tossed it aside.

"Ohhhh, nice, Mom!" Tommy groaned as he stared at her tits.

Susan's tits stood out in round firmness, spaced widely, with deliciously stiff nipples.

"They're so pretty, Mom!"

"Hold them, Tommy," she panted. "Hold my tits!"

Tommy lifted both hands, closing his fingers around them. Susan moaned softly as he squeezed.

"Ohhhh, that feels wonderful!" Susan purred. "Pull my nipples, Tommy! Oh, God... twist my nipples hard!"

Tommy did, bringing low gurgles of delight from his mother. Susan again grasped her son's cock, squeezing it hard, making her son grunt. Her other hand moved to his back, and she rubbed it up to the back of his head. Pulling her son's face up, she smashed her lips against his. Wildly, her cunt on fire, Susan plunged her tongue into her son's mouth, moaning hotly. She pumped almost frantically on his cock.

Tommy's hands left his mother's tits, scooting around her waist. He clutched at her ass, pulling her tightly against his body. Susan pulled her tongue out of his wet mouth.

"I need this, Tommy!" she sobbed. "Oh, God, I need this hard cock so much!"

She turned him loose, stepping from him. She stared down at his cock, watching it throb up and down, his cockhead dripping with readiness. She slipped her fingers into her flimsy panties, and rolled them down swiftly. She was much too anxious to move slowly, and her movements were feverish. She stepped out of her panties, completely naked before her son. Tommy didn't have much time to admire his mother's beauty, however.

Susan grabbed his hand and pulled him to her big bed. They lay side by side, pressing and squirming against each other. She felt her son's cock rubbing at her stomach, smearing her flesh with that exciting juice. She grabbed at his pants, trying to shove them down.

"Take them off!" Susan hissed hungrily. "You've got to take those pants off, Tommy!"

Tommy removed his pants by lying down, lifting his ass and sliding them over his hips, then off his legs. Susan wasn't in the least surprised that he wasn't wearing shorts. She wanted to look at him, to examine his cock and precious young balls, but she wanted his cock inside her cunt more. When he pulled his t-shirt off, Susan grabbed her son and pulled him on top of her. She spread her legs wide, and feverishly pushed at his cock with one hand, grabbing the cheek of his ass with the other. Tommy, too, was much too excited to move slowly.

The head of his cock touched his mother's burning cunt, and with a swift thrust, Tommy stabbed quickly.

"Ohhhh, my God!" Susan wailed as she felt her cunt stretch about her son's throbbing cock. "Oh, my God! My God, Tommy! Yes! Ohhhh, yes!"

She flung her legs up into the air, holding them wide open, her cunt taking her son's cock hungrily. She squealed when she felt her son drive deeply into her pussy, filling it. She strained against him, Tommy pressing deep and hard. For a moment, both stayed quite still. Susan wanted to feel every throb of his cock against the fiery lips of her cunt, and Tommy wanted to feel the wet heat sear the hardness of his cock. Susan held her son's naked ass in both hands, her fingers squeezing his young ass cheeks, trying to press her cunt harder at his cock. Tommy shoved his hands down to his mother's ass, taking a rounded asscheek in each and pulling her cunt tight onto his cock. They trembled together, both of them gasping at the exquisite sensations rumbling through their naked bodies.

"Tommy! Ohhh, baby, fuck me!" Susan finally wailed, shaking her ass into his hands. "Fuck me, Tommy! Ooohhh, Tommy, Tommy! Fuck mother! Fuck mother hard and fast! Please, please, fuck me!"

With excitement, Tommy began to plunge his cock into his mother's receptive cunt. Susan pounded her ass up and down, meeting his thrusting cock with powerful hinges of her ass. She clawed at his ass, squirming and grinding frantically, sobbing as she tossed her head from aide to side.

"Oh, Mom?" Tommy groaned, burying his face into her tits. "It's so good, Mom! So hot and wet and good!"

"Yes, it is!" she answered in gasps. "Fuck me good, baby! Ohhhh, I've wanted this for so long! Fuck me, fuck me! Ooohhh, Tommy, you have such a big hard-on! I love it, Tommy! Split mother's cunt open! Rip mother's twat apart! Ram your hard cock up my wet pussy!"

Tommy gripped her shaking ass, lifting her, yet she could still move, swing her ass about, bump it up and down with him, matching his frantic rhythm perfectly. Cries of delight bubbled from Susan's constricted throat as she waved her long legs about in the air, her cunt taking the wild stabs of his cock, sucking at it and devouring it. She swung her ass about in tight circles, grinding in an erotic frenzy at her son's cock. She felt her pussy gripping at him, felt her clit being scraped along his cock shaft as her son rammed up and down.

Tommy rubbed his face into his mother's tits, his tongue lapping her nipples. He squeezed her churning ass hard, panting with his wild efforts.

"Ohhhh, yes, yes!" Susan squealed. "That's the way, Tommy! Ram it hard and deep! Ohhhh, baby, ft's so wonderful! Ohhhh, you fuck so good, baby!"

Tommy's cock felt harder than ever, and he couldn't believe the wet heat he felt on it. His mother's cunt, so hungry, was soft and wet, yet it seemed fight.

"It's great, Mom!" he gasped into her tits. "It's so good! You feel so hot and wet, Mom!"

"I am!" she squealed. "Oh, my cunt is hot and wet! Fuck it... fuck my cunt, Tommy! Fuck mother's hot, wet cunt!" Susan wrapped her long legs about his, humping her cunt up and down on his cock, riding him with a furious twist of her hips. The bed was protesting, but they didn't hear it. Susan clung to her son's ass with both hands, her fingers squeezing his young asscheeks as she shot her cunt up and down. Tommy, clinging to his mother's thrashing ass, pounded mindlessly, wrapped up in the ecstasy that rumbled about his cock and balls. Although his balls were tight, they smacked against her ass, sending Susan into wilder motions, squealing with rapture.

"Ohhhh, it's about to happen!" she wailed, "Oh, baby, you're about to make me come! Fuck me, Tommy! Oh, God! I'm on fire and I'm going to come! I'm so fucking close..."

A scream boiled from her throat as her orgasm exploded, sending her cunt into tight spasms that squeezed his cock time and again.

"Mom, I can't stop it!" Tommy yelped from between her tits.

"Don't stop it!" Susan cried out. "Let it go! Ohhhh, baby, let it go!"

With a loud grunt, Tommy felt his fizz begin to spurt.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" Susan yelled, puffing at his ass, trying to take his cock deeper, her cunt demanding. "Come, baby! Ohhh, come hard!"

Tommy's cock squirted time and again, the come juice boiling out of his cock with force, spattering the soft walls of her insatiable cunt, filling her with the creamy wetness. Susan's naked body vibrated in a way it had not done for a long, long time. The shudders of intense ecstasy drove her mind into shattering, erotic delights. She ground her contracting cunt hard at his spewing cock, feeling the rapid spurts of his come juice filling her.

Slowly, very slowly, Susan's body relaxed. She let her ass down to the bed, but held her son between her thighs. Tommy lifted and looked down at his mother, his eyes moist with delight. Susan grinned up at him, bringing her hands off his ass, up his back. She hugged him tightly.

"Nice, wasn't it?" she whispered.

"It was the greatest, Mom!" he gasped, grinning down at her.

"You knew it was going to happen?" she asked.

"I thought so, but I wasn't sure," Tommy replied.

"Are you sorry?"

"No way!" Tommy said.

"I'm your first, aren't I?" Tommy became shy for an instant, then he nodded his head.

"I knew it!" Susan purred. "I'm glad I'm first, Tommy. I'm glad it finally happened, and I'm glad I'm the first."

She shivered beneath her son, feeling his cock still inside her cunt. Ste worked the muscles of her pussy, causing Tommy's eyes to glaze.

"Mmmmm, you like that?" she asked softly, squeezing his cock with her cunt again. "Does that feel good?"

Tommy grinned his reply.

"Want some more?" Susan asked, her eyes flashing, her hips writhing beneath her son. "Was it good enough that you'd like some more?"

"I sure would, Mom," he replied, leaning down and swirling his tongue about his mother's still-stiff nipple. "I'd love to have some more."

"Let's try a different position," Susan said, her voice growing thick with desire again. "Get off, just a minute."

Tommy lifted up and sat back on his heels, seeing his mother's cunt really for the first time. His eyes glowed hotly as he gazed between her parted thighs. Susan remained on her back for a while; her legs open, letting her son look at her pussy. It was quite hairy, with curls along each side of her pink, juicy cuntlips. It was thick at the top of her pussy slit, with a very fine shadow growing in a straight line to her belly button. Her cunt hair was so thick; she had to shave along the edges when she wore a bikini. But it was just now getting warm enough for a bikini, and she had not shaved it.

"You like it?" she asked, softly.

"It's pretty, Mom," Tommy replied in a low voice.

She saw his cock was half-hard, never really having gone soft in the first place. His balls, not so loaded now, dangled downward. There was a bit of wiry fuzz at the base of his cock, and she was struck by how young he really was. But there was nothing young about his cock, she was pleased to see. It excited her to have her son look at her cunt, and it pleased her tremendously that he wasn't shy about it.

"Fuck me from behind," she said in a throaty voice. "I like getting fucked from behind, Tommy."

Susan rolled onto her stomach, pulling her knees up underneath. Tommy, sitting on his heels, watched the creamy roundness of his mother's naked ass with interest. As Susan pulled her knees under her body, her lovely ass checks parted, and she arched her ass back. Her pink cunt pooched from her thighs as she spread her knees, resting her head and shoulders on the bed, her ass high in the air. She shook her ass, inviting her son.

"Fuck me this way, Tommy," she purred softly, wiggling her ass for him.

"I like getting fucked this way. Your cock can go real deep this way, baby."

Tommy couldn't wait any longer. Seeing his mother with her naked, lovely ass high in the air, her cunt waiting, he wanted to fuck her again more than look, right now. He saw the crinkle of her asshole pull inward and his cock jutted out hard. Susan's finger clawed at the bedspread as she waited, breathless, for her son to ram his cock up her cunt again. She closed her eyes, a smile on her beautiful face.

Tommy brushed the head of his cock up and down the slit of his mother's cunt, feeling the wet heat blister it.

"Mmmmm, this is going to be very good, Tommy," Susan whispered. "You're going to really enjoy fucking me this way."

Tommy placed the head of his cock against the swollen lips of his mother's cunt, and his palms on her ass.

"Go in slow," Susan said. "Let me feel every hard inch go in my cunt real slowly, baby."

Tommy pushed slowly, watching his cock slide into his mother's cunt, feeling that exciting wetness again. Inching his cock inward, he saw her pink pussy lips part open, yet they seemed to grip his cock at the same time. Susan made a whimper as his cock moved into her. A shiver shot up and down her spine, and her ass writhed gently.

"How does it feel, Tommy?" she asked.

"Great, Mom?" he replied.

"Is mother's cunt nice and wet? Is my cunt hot enough for your hard cock?"

"Oh, wow, Mom! It feels like you're boiling in there!"

"I am!" she squealed, pushing her ass back at him. "My cunt is boiling! Ohhhh, Tommy, fuck me real deep!"

Tommy grabbed his mom's hips instinctively as Susan began to twist her ass. With quick stabs, he began to fuck her again, staring down at the spread of her asscheeks, watching her asshole pucker. Susan pounded her naked ass back at him with each forward thrust of his cock, gasping in pleasure when her pussy lips were smashed. His balls brushed her clit as he came inward.

"Faster, Tommy!" she urged.

Tommy speeded up, the ecstasy starting to rumble through his young body again. His cock made wet sounds as he beat it in and out of his mother's cunt. Susan moaned softly and dug her fingers into the bedspread, shaking her ass for her son.

"This is good, Mom!" Tommy groaned, running his cock in and out. "I like to fuck this way, Mom!"

"I do, too," she moaned. "Oooooh, baby, fuck faster! My God, I think you're going to make me come again!"

Tommy dug his fingers into his mother's wiggling hips, stabbing his cock faster and harder and deeper, gritting his teeth. Susan strained her ass onto his prick, making choking sounds of rapture. Her cunt was expanding, dosing about her son's cock. The ballooning of a tremendous... orgasm caused her stomach to clutch in rippling tightness.

"Oh, God, Tommy! Oh, my God, baby! It's going to be powerful!"

Tommy, grunting hotly as he stabbed his cock swiftly into the gripping heat of his mother's cunt, clawed at her shaking ass, jerking her back onto his prick with each forward lunge. His eyes were glassy now, and he couldn't see except for blurry images of his mother's ass.

"I'm gonna come, too, Mom!" he bellowed. "Ohhhhh, my balls! My balls hurt, Mom!"

"Come, baby!" she sobbed loudly. "Shoot it to me! Spurt it up mother's cunt! Come! Ohhh, Tommy, come in my cunt!"

As she screamed, Susan's pussy convulsed. The writhing, waving orgasm clutched at her son's cock, pulling and squeezing him. Tommy rammed as deep as he could, lifting his face to the ceiling, his features screwed up as though he was tormented out of his mind.

"Ahhhhh, Mom!" he groaned as his cock squirted into her greedy cunt. "I'm coming in you! Oooooh, Mom, Mom!"

"Come hard, Tommy!" Susan shrieked, shaking her ass with wild movements, her cunt drawing at his throbbing prick. "I love it! I love to feel a cock squirting up my fucking cunt!"

"Fuck! Fuck!" Tommy yelled.

"Oh, yes, fuck!"

The gushes of creamy come juice flooded Susan's cunt, making her naked body shake, her tits ready to burst.

With her son still coming into her cunt, everything went weak, and Susan sprawled forward, her legs scooting back. Tommy went down with her, lying across his mother's back. His cock, relaxing, slipped from her pussy as it squeezed.

"Ohhhhh, it's finished," Susan moaned. "I don't want it to be over."

Tommy panted as he relaxed on top of his mother's naked body.

"Does it have to be over, Mom?" he asked, almost shy.

"No, baby," she whispered. "It doesn't."

"We can fuck again?"

"Anytime, all the time," Susan murmured happily. "Anytime you want, baby, you can fuck mother."

[toxophilitis-deactivated2024072]

Mother Needs It Hot

CHAPTER ONE

Hanging onto the strap, swaying with the motion of the subway car, Susan stared at the crudely drawn graffiti on the wall. It excited her, like everything depicting fucking excited her lately. Even the bodies pressing around her excited her.

It was the rush hour, and normally she would not be riding the subway, but today she was on it. The crush of bodies, warm, vibrant bodies, against her, felt good. Maybe that was because she had not, had a human contact -- body against body -- in a very long time. Whatever the cause, her body was vibrating with long-suppressed hungers. Her tits were pressed against the broad back of a faceless stranger, and it felt good. She didn't try to draw away; it wouldn't have been possible anyway.

She felt a delicious stinging between her thighs, a certain throb about the lips of her cunt. Her clit was trying to swell and strain against the crotch of her panties. Susan ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes half-closed and starting to glaze with a dreamy expression.

It had been so very long since she had felt this way. Always before, she would fight the feelings down, bury them. But not now. She allowed those feelings to surface, enjoying the sweetness, the itching of her cunt. Maybe that was why she didn't try to pull away when she felt something hard pressing against the cheek of her ass. The hardness was throbbing, and whoever it was kept pushing just a bit harder against her.

There were some weird people who rode the subway, she knew. She had heard about some men who got their jollies by rubbing against a warm woman. Perhaps the man behind her was one of those.

Most women might have become frightened, fought through the crowd to get away, but not Susan.

Susan had erotic feelings, very strong erotic feelings. For many years she had suppressed them, because all they did was torment her. Despite her many opportunities to get laid, to feel a hard cock shoving into her cunt, she resisted. Not because she didn't want to get fucked, but because she was somewhat particular about whose cock went into her cunt. Yet for some reason, this time, as she felt the throb of the hard cock on her ass, a quiver went through her, and she could feel the crotch of her panties becoming wet. The wetter they became, the better it felt to Susan. She gripped the strap hard as she swayed, and with just a slight adjustment of her ass, she made sure the cock was pressing at her asscrack. She heard a soft sigh behind her, and grinned to herself. She flexed the cheeks of her ass, and heard the sigh of pleasure again. She could turn her head and see who it was, but she didn't want to see what he looked like.

Feeling his cock throb at the crack of her ass, Susan let her imagination flow with the images of who she really wanted to fuck. It was her secret, and had been her secret for two years. She never felt guilty or ashamed of her erotic fantasies. They felt too good to cause her shame or guilt.

With a slight wiggle of her ass, she pretended it was Tommy's cock pressing against her. She closed her eyes as the image grew, and writhed her ass, flexing her ass cheeks as the cock throbbed between them. In her mind, Tommy's cock rubbed up and down her ass, so very hard and hot. She wasn't dressed, in her mind, but wearing panties. Thinking this way, she could almost feel the cock better. Whoever it was behind her was rubbing up and down, sliding his hard-on along the crack of her ass. Susan kept tightening her ass cheeks, letting them relax, then tightening them again.

The subway stopped, hut Susan stood where she was. A few people managed to get off the train, and a few more squeezed in. The man behind her was pressed tighter, and his cock seemed to slip between the cheeks of her ass, through his pants, and her dress and panties. It felt like an enormous cock, but it was difficult to tell for sure.

She arched her ass back a little, and felt the returning pressure. A soft sigh came from her mouth as the cock throbbed more and more. She lifted up and down on her tiptoes, sliding the crack of her ass on the man's hard-on. In her mind, Tommy's cock was sliding up and down, and she could practically feel the hard flesh of his cock against the nakedness of her flesh. She imagined she was naked, with Tommy's cock sliding up and down the crack of her smooth, rounded ass. Her cunt throbbed and burned, her cunt pressing at the crotch of her wet panties.

The man pressing up against her ass was jiggling up and down, dry-fucking the crack of her ass. He was encouraged by the sharp backward press of her ass and the way Susan squeezed her asscheeks together. She wondered if it would be possible to get fucked on a crowded subway car, with no one knowing the difference. Crushed so lightly, she felt it was possible. Neither would have to really move, she decided. The sway and jolting of the train would do the work for them.

The gasping behind her was increasing, and Susan wiggled her ass as best she could. It amused her to think she could make this man, this person behind her, come in his pants. He would be satisfied, and although she wouldn't, it would feel good to cause his cock to gush into his pants. It wasn't really a cock tease this way, because the man would get something out of it. And it wasn't as if she was being fucked.

Her station was coming up, and she felt she had to hurry if she wanted to accomplish this. She pushed her ass backward as hard as she could, and felt the return pressure of that throbbing hard-on. Her panties and skirt were right in the crack of her asshole now, and she could actually feel the unknown cock throbbing against her assbud.

Then it happened. The man gave a strangling gurgle, and Susan felt the spasms of his cock between the cheeks of her ass. She hoped he didn't come so much it seeped through his pants and got her skirt wet.

It was over just as the doors hissed open, and Susan squeezed past the bodies and outside. Without looking back, she began walking to the stairs. Reaching the turnstile, she saw people being helped over, while others climbed the steel railings.

"Careful, Ma'am," said a man. "Damn thing is broken. I'll help you over."

Susan allowed the man to take her arm and help her. She swung her leg over, and caught sight of a young man sitting off by himself, leaning against the wall, watching. His eyes gleamed as Susan lifted her leg, and she knew he had positioned himself to see up all the dresses of the women being helped across the turnstile. She impulsively gave him a fine peek at her crotch, and winked at him as she hurried past. The man returned a grin, and she noticed he had a hard-on bulging up from his pants.

Some people got their kicks in strange ways, she thought.

Walking quickly, her heels tapping on the sidewalk, Susan didn't delay on her way home. Tommy was there, and she was anxious to be with him. It was getting to the point where she hated to go to work and leave him in the apartment alone. Not just when he was alone, either, for she hated to be away from for any length of time.

Men gazed after her as she walked, her rich brown hair dancing about her shoulders, her tits jiggling tightly inside her blouse. Her ass rippled and twisted as her long legs made quick strides.

Today was the day her sister was to arrive. Susan had been looking forward to her sister coming. She had not seen her sister in almost two years, and wondered how she was now. She had agreed with reluctance to let Wanda stay with her and Tommy, and had agreed to help her get a job. But she felt Wanda would be a hindrance to her.

For the past few months, Susan had felt a growing change between her and Tommy. The atmosphere between them was taking on a new meaning, and Susan was waiting almost breathlessly to see what would happen. She had felt such tension between herself and men before, and knew it was erotic. This feeling was different only in that Tommy was her son.

She simply felt her son would be a fantastic fucking partner, and because he was her son, Susan refused to let that sway her judgment. She had no hang-ups about fucking Tommy, none at all.

But now, with Wanda staying awhile, it would be sure to put a damper on the growing attraction she and Tommy were feeling for each other. So far, her son looked openly at her, gazing at her flawless, firm tits, staring at her ass, or peeking at her knees. Not that Susan had exposed anything to him yet, but he looked and his expression was hungry. Once, just a day or so before, he had, touched her on her hip, and both of them had gasped and frozen far a moment. She had glanced down at his hand touching her hip, then into her son's hungry eyes. Then they pulled away, and there was no further mention of the incident, yet they both had felt the electrical charge whipping through the air.

Tommy was a virgin, she was sure. She had never seen him with a girl, and he seldom went anywhere. She didn't like him to go outside very often. It was getting dangerous to be alone on the streets, with the gangs roaming about, muggings and so on. She was lucky that Tommy didn't associate himself with a gang, she thought.

Entering her apartment building, she took the elevator to the tenth floor, and quietly opened the door to her apartment.

Tommy and Wanda didn't see or hear her enter; they sat on the couch, pressing lightly together. Susan saw that Tommy had his hand under his aunt's dress and his tongue was down her throat. The next thing she saw was her sister gripping Tommy's cock very hard. She could see the head of her son's cock bulging up, very swollen and very smooth, and the glistening beads of wetness on his pinhole. Susan stood still, her eyes wide and hot, staring at her son's cock. She was afraid to breathe, afraid to make a sound. Not because she would startle them, but because she didn't want her son's cock to disappear.

Wanda was moaning softly as she sucked Tommy's tongue writhing her ass on the couch, opening and closing her legs. Susan saw her son had his hand inside Wanda's panties. She watched as her sister pumped her fist up and down Tommy's cock, and listened to the groan of pleasure he made. She had not seen his cock before, not like this. She had seen it pressing in hardness against the front of his pants, but never standing free and naked. It was larger than she had expected.

"Well?" she finally said.

There was an immediate reaction from Tommy and Wanda. Wanda gave a little scream as she jerked her mouth away from Tommy's tongue, pulling his hand from her panties at the same time. Wanda sat upright quickly, clamping her knees together and flushing with shyness. Tommy, seeing his mother standing in the doorway, stuffed his cock into his pants. Susan almost laughed at the trouble he had because it remained hard.

"I see I got home just in time," Susan said, closing the door. She was trembling, and her cunt seemed to be throbbing with heat.

Tommy didn't appear embarrassed at all. It was Wanda who blushed and couldn't look at Susan. Susan placed her purse on a table and turned to look at her son and sister. Wanda was only a few years older than Tommy, about the prettiest blonde in their old hometown. She was sweet and cuddly and shy, with an innocent way of looking at a person that said she wasn't as innocent as she appeared. Her sky-blue eyes promised and teased. She was curvy and slender, like Susan.

"When did you get in, Wanda?" she asked. Wanda whispered something, but it was Tommy who answered. "She got here about an hour ago, Mom."

"Only an hour ago," Susan asked, arching her eyebrows. "And already you've got your hand in her panties, Tommy?"

Tommy almost blushed. Almost, but not quite. This was the boldest Susan had spoken to him.

"And you, Wanda," Susan said, facing her sister. "I'm surprised at you. I really am."

"I'm sorry," Wanda whispered, gazing down at her lap, her hands folded there. "I didn't mean to do it, Susan."

"Oh, is that right?" Susan asked, but her voice was not unkind. "If you didn't mean to, why were you?"

"Mom," Tommy said. "It wasn't Wanda's fault. I'm the one."

"The one what?"

"I started it, Mom, not Wanda."

"I suppose you put her hand on your cock," Susan said.

Tommy's eyes grew hot, and Wanda's head jerked up, her blush making her face a deep pink.

"That's right -- cock," Susan said, but there was no anger in her voice. "If you're old enough to play with a girl, you're old enough to hear the word, Tommy."

Susan noticed her son's cock was still very hard, outlined against his pants. That pleased her. She looked at it openly, her own eyes growing wet with desire. Tommy made no effort to try and hide his hard-on, but sat there with his knees open, hands at his sides on the cushions. Although she had her knees clamped together, Wanda's skirt was halfway up her thighs.

"Wanda, do you mind if I talk to Tommy in private for a moment?" Susan asked.

Wanda got up and, averting her face from her older sister, disappeared down the hall. Susan watched her son, who was watching the swelling cheeks of Wanda's cute ass.

"I don't care who started it, Tommy," Susan said, lowering her eyes to her son's bulging hard-on meaningfully. "That isn't important to me. What I want to know is this; you know Wanda is my sister, your aunt. Don't you feel strange about feeling her up?"

Tommy shivered with excitement, listening to his mother talk to him as if he was a grownup, using the words boys and girls did at school. Like his mother, he had sensed the changing atmosphere between them. He wanted to feel his mother's body badly, to touch her in all those secret places. If he had gotten some sort of sign from his mother, he would have been feeling her up a long time ago.

"I don't feel strange at all, Mom," he said after a brief pause.

Susan felt a thrill grow inside her body. Her cunt twitched hotly, and she flashed a smile at her son. "That's what I hoped to hear."

She stepped close to her son, holding her hand out. Tommy took her hand and stood up. Susan was six inches taller than her son, and he tilted his head to look into her eyes. Susan held his hand tightly, and brought her other hand between them.

"I don't see why I shouldn't be able to touch it, too," Susan whispered in a hoarse voice. "If you let my sister touch it, I suppose I can feel your cock, too, right, Tommy."

Before her son could answer, she placed her palm on his bulging cock. Tommy gasped, and Susan pressed, feeling the length of his prick. She pressed at it, and felt a responding throb. She rubbed her palm from his swollen cockhead to the base, then cupped her hand about his balls. Susan squeezed her son's balls gently, making Tommy moan softly.

"Nice," she murmured. "Very nice, Tommy."

She pulled his hand between them, turning it around. Holding his balls tightly, staring down into his eyes, she pressed her son's palm against her cunt. She heard Tommy's quick gasp, and she smiled at him.

"That is just as hot as my sister's," she whispered, rubbing his hand back and forth, pressing her skirt between her thighs. "Mother's pussy is just as hot as your aunt's cunt is."

"Ohhhhh, Mom!" Tommy groaned, curling his fingers tightly into his mother's crotch. "It sure is!"

[mike4590]

I just love these story’s

[jamiestory]

My roommate's girlfriend came over, but he wasn't there. He was going to be gone for a while with classes, then team practice, and finally work, so I let her know she had missed him.

Now Sasha was a sweet-looking girl. The pure, innocent, girl next door type. Except, my roommate had told me, she was easy to get into bed. Just show her some porn that she likes, and she gets very frisky.

The only problem was, I didn't know what she liked.

"So what are you doing?" she asked me, looking for a reason to stay. And if I had my way, I'd want her to stay, but that's a different story.

"Watching a video," I told her honestly.

"Anything good?"

"You tell me," then I handed her my phone.

On it was a video of a girl being taken doggy style. I shot it POV style.

"Oh," she said, watching it for a minute. "Looks like she's having fun," she said as the girl moaned with each slow thrust.

"Yeah, she had a lot of fun."

"Watched it before?"

"I'm the one who shot it," I told her.

Now she was interested. She looked at me, and back at the screen. "You look... large." It was the only word she could come up with.

I smiled. "You think I'm lying?"

"No... It's just I've never seen something... you know, except in porn videos."

I opened my pants for her, and out popped my semi-hard cock for her to look at. Her mouth fell open. "I told you it was mine," I said, smiling.

Her mouth was open in surprise. All I could think of was filling her cute little mouth with my dick. As I imagined what she'd look like on her knees sucking on it, it grew harder and longer.

"It's not full size?" She asked in surprise. "Oh, fuck me."

I sure wanted to.

"Want to touch it?" It was a line I had used on a lot of girls who had heard rumors, but didn't believe them. Once they touched it, they almost always fucked it.

She reached out, not really thinking, and tried to wrap her hand around it. Her tiny fingers couldn't quite get around it all the way. Instead of just holding it like a lot of girls do, she immediately started to stroke my cock up and down.

I knew it was only a matter of time before she was going to be fucking it.

"That feels nice," I told her honestly.

She was intently staring at it, lost to all other things.

"I thought I had seen you with a girl, but I didn't think it could have been real," she said. She must have been talking about some girls she had seen me with around the apartment.

Normally, the girls are lost. They just focus on the dick in their hand, and have to be moved to go to the next step. But Sasha leaned in and kissed me.

"Would you be willing to fuck me?"

"Of course," I told her. I never turned down pussy.

She took off her shirt. Her small tits appeared, as she wasn't wearing a bra. She stood up and took off her sweatpants, and her shaved pussy came into view. She had gone commando.

I pulled my pants off as she climbed on top of my lap.

She grabbed my shafted and teased her opening a few times before she slowly sank down upon it.

"Fuck your tight."

"Yeah, my boyfriend is a nice guy, but he's kind of tiny. I was hoping the rumors about you were right."

"So you planned this?"

"Of course. I know my boyfriend's schedule, and with any luck, we'll get several opportunities, if you're up for it."

She moaned as I stretched her tight little pussy, and before she hit bottom, she was nearly ready to cum already.

I groped her ass. It was tiny, but firm, and easily fit in my hand.

"Oh, I love this porn cock," she said. "You like my tight little pussy?"

"Of course," I said.

She started to move up and down. She leaned into me. "You just cum when you're ready. I'm sure holding out for something so tight will be tough. We'll go more next time."

Wow, this was unreal.

Of course, I held out as long as I could, but after only a minute or two, she was cumming on my cock, and I couldn't hold back. As her cute little whimpers got louder, I shot my seed deep into her. "Oh fuck," I cried out.

She kept riding me through her orgasm until she finished.

My dick was still mostly firm, and she climbed off of me and got down on the floor. There on her knees she started to suck on my dirty cock covered in both of our cum.

"Do you do that for your boyfriend?"

"No, but he doesn't make me cum like you did either," she said as she tried to encourage my cock to come back to life.

"And if he walked in on us?"

"He won't. I know his schedule, remember? Besides, if he fucked me better, I wouldn't be looking for other cock?"

"So how much extra cock have you been getting?"

"Your the first, but I'm hoping to get a lot from you. And if not, I'll find others who will fuck my brains out."

I was impressed. The sweet little girl... wasn't.

"I'll be the sweet little girlfriend for him. But for you, I just need to get fucked. I'll do whatever you want, as long as you keep making me cum."

I liked the sound of that. I was good at that, and I had learned how to properly please a woman. Before going off to college, a couple of cougars who had heard about me made sure I learned how to please a woman correctly.

"So you're going to be my little slut?"

"I'll be your fucking slut any time you want me to be if you gartunee that I get to cum like that last one."

I was going to have to test that idea out.

"OK, scoot back."

She did.

"Now spread your legs. I want to see that shaved pussy."

She spread her legs and then rubbed her pussy for me. "This pussy?"

It was still a little red from being used. I liked it. "That's it. Keep playing with it. I want to watch you make yourself cum."

With one hand, she pushed two fingers into her pussy. With it wider than normal now, she pushed in a third. With her other hand, she played with her clit. She had clearly done this before.

"Looks like someone knows what they're doing."

"With my boyfriend, I'm responsible for my own orgasms. And now you will be too."

"How often do girls let you video them getting fucked?" she asked as she played with herself.

Before today, I could have never imagined Sasha saying "fucked" let alone letting me fuck her bareback, or masturbate for me. I wondered what else I could get her to do?

"More than you think. And some want to be videoed," I told her. "I guess a lot of girls have an inner wild side they're afraid to let out. They seem to like letting loose with me."

"I'll let you be wild," she said. "I need wild," she said, clinching her teeth. I watched as she made herself cum. It was so hot watching her get herself off. Most girls wouldn't do that for me, but there she was, doing something so intimate, so dirty, without any convincing. I was sure we were going to have a lot of fun.

She licked her fingers clean. "That girl you were watching... you still see her?"

"From time to time."

"For sex?"

"Yeah, sometimes." I smiled. "Most of the time."

She smiled. I wondered what was going through her mind. She was looking right into my eyes as she got up.

I watched her walk over to her purse and pull out her phone. She flipped through it and handed it to me before laying back down on the floor.

"Looks like you're ready for round to. And I want you to film me being your little slut."

"Really?"

This young, naïve looking little girl was anything but apparently.

She spread her legs and played with her pussy a little. "I want you to fuck my pussy, hard. I want you to fucking make me cum like I'm your personal little whore."

That got my cock to twitch. I don't know how I got there, but there I was, lining my cock up with that smooth pussy of hers.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" she said to the camera... or was it me? "Me being your own personal little whore. I'll fucking do whatever you tell me," she moaned as I pushed into her.

She kept moaning as she talked. "That's it. Fuck me with that cock of yours. It's so much bigger and better than what I'm used to."

"Then take it, bitch," I told her, slapping her tiny little tits with my free hand.

"Oww," she said, and then smiled at me mischievous.

Her nipples were nice and hard, sitting on those tiny tits like a couple of erasers. I took one between my fingers and played with it roughly.

"Oh, yes, just like that," she cried out as I mauled her sensitive little body.

She started to cum for me, so I focused on her exquisite little face as she clinched up and cried out. "Oh, mother fucking hell. Fuck me just like that, you fucker."

And I did. I kept fucking her, with her legs bent as I plowed into her. I hadn't been too rough, or deep yet, but now we were going to up the ante.

I lifted her legs from just bending her knees to moving them over my shoulders. She was going to go from taking my cock to taking it deep, and she knew it.

Her eyes got wide as I thrust all the way into her. "Oh, fuck," she cried out as I reached places no one had touched her before. "Oh fuck," she cried out again and again as I fucked her harder and faster.

I kept moved the camera from watching her tight pussy clasp onto my cock, trying to grip it, to moving up her body, watching her tits shake with every thrust and her face in glorious agony as I made her cum again in short succession.

I was ready to cum, and I had already cum in her pussy. Since she had licked my cock clean earlier, I thought almost anything would be easy, but I wanted her to see just how much of a slut she was.

I withdrew from her pussy, and she cried out in disappointment. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up till she was on her knees.

I put my foot between her knees, "play with yourself," I ordered her. She immediately went to fingering herself with one hand, while I pushed my cock against her lips. "Suck it. Drink my cum, you slut," I said.

She opened her mouth and easily took my head in, although much past that was a challenge for her. She stroked me with her other hand, coaxing my second load of cum from my balls and into her mouth.

As my cock finished giving her my cum, she showed me her mouth full of cum. I made sure to get it on camera, and then she swallowed it all, showing me her empty mouth, as she kept fingering herself.

"Fuck me," I whispered to myself. The only girls I had seen do that were either complete sluts or someone who had been with me for a while and gotten really comfortable with me.

I stopped the camera and got down on the floor with her. I took over fingering her and gave her another well-deserved orgasm.

"I told you I'd be your little slut."

"Your a big ol' slut, you freak. And I like it," I said with a smile.

She sheepishly smiled at me as well. She still seemed shy and innocent, but clearly wasn't.

"You've been holding out, haven't you?"

"Only for the ones who I know who deserve it."

"And your boyfriend doesn't."

"I'm responsible for most of my orgasms with him. I'm tired of faking it, and I want some real fun. I'll do anything you want," she told me, emphasising anything.

"Those are dangerous words," I warned her.

She just gave me the naughtiest smile, and made my heart melt, and my cock twitch... too bad that was all it could do at this time.

I picked her up and carried her naked body to the sofa, where I sat her across my lap. I placed my hand between her legs and she opened them for me without me having to ask. Her pussy was now mine to do with as I please... and there are a lot of things I like to do with pussy.

"So you're going to let me fuck you whenever I want?"

"Um-hmm," she moaned as I pushed two fingers into her tight little snatch. "Just please, not in front of my boyfriend. I don't want him to find out. It's so much more fun this way," she said.

"So if I want to fuck you with another guy..."

"Anyone else," she said, smiling, "and I'll fucking love it."

My thumb started to play with her clit as I fingered her.

"And if you want to invite your friend over who you were watching..." She had to pause to moan as I touched her just the way she liked. "... I'll fuck her with you too."

"You are a naughty girl."

"I'm a fucking slut for the right guy."

"Oh yes, you are..." She was amazing. And I was loving it. "So, what if I want to go on a double date with you and your boyfriend? You going to find me some slut I can bring back and fuck while you do your boyfriend?" I pushed in a third finger, really filling her up.

"As long as you promise it's only a one-night stand."

"And what if I want to do your friend and you at the same time?"

She threw her head back, enjoying me working her pussy. "Oh yeah, just like that... and then I guess I could make that happen. I just got to find the right girl who's as nasty as I am. And make sure my loser boyfriend isn't around to spoil things..."

I liked the sound of that.

Sasha was so close to cumming, I pulled her in tight to my body, pressing her naked tits against me. I kissed her as I finger fucked her faster and faster, and she came as we kissed. I kept kissing her, muffling her moans as we kissed. She wasn't as loud as some of the girls I've pleased, but she was the least likely to be suspected.

"You know I never want you to wear panties or a bra around me."

"I hope to be naked most of the time I'm around you."

That brought a smile to my face. "So naughty. I think I might need to spank you," I said as I flipped her over.

She raised her ass up in the air and wiggled it for me. I had girls who liked me to spank them as we fucked, but never like this. My hand came down and smacked her. I heard the connection and then heard her yelp.

"Oh yeah, just like that," she moans. "Spank me again."

And so I did. I left my hand there, rubbing her red ass.

"I've cum in your pussy, and your mouth, you dirty little slut. The only thing left is to fuck that cute ass of yours."

She turned to look back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide.

"You wanna...?"

"You said I could do anything I wanted to..."

Her eyes got bigger. Clearly she either hadn't done anal, or hadn't with someone of my size.

I went to my bedroom and got some lube. I was half expecting her to have left, but she stayed there. "Don't worry, this will help," I told her as I squirted some on her ass.

I pushed the lube in with a finger. I worked that finger in and out, and then a second while I squirted more on my tool, which was now ready to work her over one last time.

I held onto her hip and placed my cock head right at her entrance before slowly pushing in.

"Now push back," I told her, but she hesitated. I spanked that cute little ass of hers again. "Do as I say," I ordered.

She did, and with a little effort, the head pushed in. Once it was in, the rest could go as I wanted, but I knew to keep it from going all the way.

I fucked her virgin ass slowly at first, and then sped up as she got more used to it, occasionally adding some more lube.

"Oh," she said as she relaxed and started enjoying the new sensation. "Oh wow," she said.

It was different, but she liked it. She was tight, and it felt great. Luckily, since I had cum twice already, I wasn't going to cum anytime soon. I fucked her and fucked her, and she came as I fucked that ass.

"Oh wow, oh yes... I can't believe it... yes, just like that," she started saying as her orgasm approached. "Oh fuck. Why? Huh? Oh fuck OH fuck... OH FUCK!" she screamed as she came.

I smiled, knowing I had just truly made her my naughty little slut. She'd clearly do anything for me now.

I shot my load as she cried out, "OH Yes, FUCK MY ASS!" It was her first time screaming, and I loved being the one to make her do it. I spanked that tight little ass of hers as I came. With each smack, her ass got redder and redder, and her cries got louder.

I pulled out, knowing I had cum in each of her fucking holes today. Her body fell to the ground and convulsed as her orgasm still shook her.

"What the fuck?" she wondered as her orgasm finally faded.

"Didn't know what you were missing, huh?"

She just shook her head, unable to fully understand what had happened. It was a true out-of-body experience for her.

"You know that slut you saw me fucking on the video?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to enjoy watching you lick up my cum from her big ol' titties after I titty fuck her."

She smiled. I think she liked that idea.

"But before that, I think we need a double date. Know any friends who need to get fucked this weekend?"

She thought for a second and smiled. She had someone in mind. I hope she's a screamer too. I want her to hear me pleasuring her friends.

We continued to fuck the rest of the semester, and true to her word, she brought me her dirtiest friends to fuck around with. Including a couple of threesomes, including one where my buddy and I spit roast her. She really liked that.

Her boyfriend left after that year in college. He was going to try to get more playing time somewhere else. He wanted her to come with him, but she wanted to stay where her friends were.

Instead, she moved in with me, while they continued the long distance thing. I can't tell you how many times she talked to him on the phone with my cock up her pussy, or while I fingered her.

She practically lived naked, as that was how I liked her. She'd bend over anytime I asked, which was daily, and got to know several of my friends. First one on one... or should I say one on one on one... in a series of fun threesomes? And then, for her birthday, they all got together to help her celebrate just how slutty she can be.

Things were going well until her boyfriend decided to come by and surprise her. He had been cut by his new team, and he wanted to see her. When her roommate told him where she was, he couldn't believe it. He walked in, using an old key, and found me fucking her doggy style while she ate out one of my other lovers.

He left without a word, and she never spoke to him again.

She wasn't as much fun to fuck when she wasn't cheating, so I had her find another boyfriend, and that made things so much better. He was a weak-willed boy, and we'd fuck in front of him, which was even hotter. We continued that until we graduated...

After four years, I lost count of how many loads of cum I dumped in tiny little body. How many loads of cum she swallowed pleasuring me and my friends.

It didn't matter; we went our separate ways. I don't know what became of her, but I had lots of videos of her to watch if I ever missed her, or her tight little body.

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Rides with Mr. Jones

I love it when Mr. Jones takes me home from babysitting. He always makes me feel so good and wanted... let me explain a bit.

It started a couple of months ago. Mrs. Jones had been taking me home, but she wasn't feeling so well that day when she came home from work, so her husband offered to take me home.

Mrs. Jones is nice, but she doesn't talk much to me, so most of our car rides are quiet. Mr. Jones, however, engaged me in conversation. As he was talking to me, he noticed that my legs were spread a little. My skirt had ridden up, and I was "accidentally" showing my cute little cotton panties.

"You know I can see your panties," he said.

"Oh, why are you looking?" I teased.

"All guys are going to look, especially if you intend to show us. I was just letting you know in case it was an accident."

"And if it wasn't?"

"Then, that's a different story," he said.

I noticed he was smiling as he said this, pulling into my driveway.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said as I closed my legs and got out of the car. With a smile I turned to him, "thanks for the ride. I hope we can do it again soon."

The next day, he smiled at me, offering to give me a ride home again. His wife didn't mind. She didn't like driving too much, it seemed.

As we pulled out of his driveway, I spread my legs, letting my skirt ride up again. You could clearly see my panties.

"Now I know you're teasing," he said.

I might have laughed. I was. And I liked it. "You don't mind, do you?"

"It's cruel to tease... Of course, I'm sure you know that."

"I only tease the men I like," I said honestly.

I think he gasped at that. He wasn't used to a tiny little 18-year-old being so forward with him.

As we got close to my neighborhood, I ran my hands up legs, till they were sitting right at the edges of my panties, putting the focus on my pussy.

He gasped again. I loved it.

As he dropped me off, I kept my legs spread and turned toward him, leaning in. I whispered in his ear, "Thanks for the ride," then got out and left.

I'm sure he was hard, and thinking about me that night as he took care of himself.

I wouldn't see him the next couple of days as it was the weekend, and I only watched the kids during the week while Jones's were at work. I thought about Monday, however.

Monday came around, and I couldn't wait to see Mr. Jones again. On the ride home, I spread my legs. However, this time, he noticed that I took my panties off before we left his place.

"Oh, you're teasing me so much," he said. "I don't think I can take much more of this."

I ran my fingers over my pussy lips. "So what's stopping you? I've never said you couldn't do more than look."

We were stopped at a traffic light, and I pushed my middle finger into my pussy. I pulled it out and sucked on it for him.

He put his hand on my bare leg while I resumed teasing my pussy.

"So tell me," he said as he pulled into my drive. "Are you going inside to play with yourself?"

"Is that what you're going to do when you get home?" I asked him back. I pulled out my finger and sucked on it again. I knew exactly what I was doing.

"No," he told me. "I'm going home and fucking my wife."

"Are you going to be thinking about me the whole time?"

"Yes," he said.

I looked down at his hard cock straining against his pants. I ran my hand over it. "Good."

I left the car, and as he suspected, I ran to my bedroom, where I continued to finger myself until I came.

The next day, I also removed my panties before getting in the car. I pulled up my skirt so he could see my shaved pussy. "Do you like it shaved? I did it for you," I teased him.

He ran his hand up my leg until it got to my pussy. There, he ran it all over my pussy, teasing me. As we got to the light before my neighborhood, he pushed his big fingers into my tight little pussy.

"Yes, this is very nice," he said.

I moaned as he pushed his fingers inside of me. His two fingers were thicker than three of mine. I felt so full with him. I moaned the whole time as he finger banged me until he got to my driveway.

"I don't want to stop," I told him.

"Well, we're here, so we have to," he said matter-of-factly.

"Tell me what you're going to do when you get inside."

"I'm going to play with myself till I cum," I admitted to him.

"Good."

"And are you going home to fuck your wife?"

"Yes."

"And will you be thinking of me? And my shaved little pussy?"

"Of course."

He was smiling. I could tell he liked it.

This continued for several weeks. We'd tease each other, and I'd get to cum from being finger banged. I loved it, but in reality, I wanted more.

The next day came for me and our little routine, and here was Mr. Jones to take me home. I was about to head to his car when he stopped me. "Don't you need to use the restroom to remove your panties?"

"I didn't bother putting any on today," I told him honestly.

We hurried to the car. My legs were spread and my skirt raised before we had finished pulling out of the driveway.

"You should know that me not wearing panties all day as made me super horny. I just can't wait for our little drives in the afternoon," I told him honestly.

"You know I fucked my wife last night," he told me as he started to finger my wet pussy.

I moaned as he told me about how he took her, picking her up, and tossing her on the bed. How he pulled off her top and sucked on her tits.

Her tits were so much bigger than mine, but I still wish he had sucked on them. I pulled my shirt up and played with my tits as he finger fucked me, telling me about what he did with his wife.

He told me how he pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. "When I saw her hairy bush, I was wishing it was shaved like yours," he said. "But that didn't stop me from mounting her," he chuckled.

I didn't know if I should be turned on, or jealous, as he told me about how he fucked her. How he shot his load deep into her pussy, or how he was so turned on, he fucked her a second time before they went to sleep.

I loved hearing how he fucked his wife after being with me. I cried out as I orgasmed from him finger fucking me. Was I some weird sort of pervert for liking this?

I looked around and noticed he hadn't taken me home the normal way.

"I thought we could use a little more time together," he said.

I smiled at that.

"I'm going to ask my wife to shave her pussy, just like yours," he said. "That way, it's easier to think of you when I fuck her. What do you think of that?"

"That's so naughty," I said.

"And what we're doing isn't?"

I giggled nervously.

"Do you let your boyfriends do this to you?"

"Yes," I said.

He hadn't stopped fingering me. I was pulling on my tiny tits.

"What else do you do?"

"Sometimes I'll suck on them."

"And do they get to fuck you?"

"No. I'm waiting. I want a real man, not some boy."

"I see. Do you have any in mind?"

I took my arm closest to him and wrapped it around his arm. I was so close to cumming a second time. I looked right at him. "I might have someone in mind," I said. I was looking right at him as I started to cum.

My second orgasm was even better than the first. I wasn't used to getting a second orgasm, but I loved it. I moaned and cried out in pleasure as my body stiffened.

I looked and saw I was in my neighborhood. I pulled my top down, not wanting my neighbors to know exactly what I was doing with an older man. I wondered if anyone could have seen me as I orgasmed.

"So, are you still going inside to play with yourself?"

"Probably... yes..."

He smiled. "Good. It turns me on thinking about you finger fucking yourself while I'm fucking my wife."

He laughed at that a bit. I wasn't sure why, but that turned me on even more.

"You know," he said as I started to leave. "My wife knows what you're doing." He paused for a beat. "What we're doing."

I paused. The door to the car was open, and I closed it. "What? Fuck!"

"She knows exactly what you're doing. Don't worry, she's OK with it."

It scared me suddenly. She knew. And acted so calmly around me. Would I have to stop? What does he mean that she's OK with it?

"Would you have preferred to not know?"

"Yes... no... I don't know." I was so confused.

He chuckled.

"But since she knows, and you now know, it opens up new opportunities. For example, she said you can stay a little later if you want. Maybe, use a bedroom instead of the car. Would you like that?"

I thought of the implications of that. "Are you sure?"

He smiled at me.

Wow, that was so unreal. I'd have to think about it. But I can say, I really like the idea.

"Just don't let any other guys in your pants while you think about it. That pussy is just for me for now," he told me.

"Yes, sir," I told him, before leaving.

I went upstairs. I was both nervous and extremely turned on. As I fingered myself, I thought of what it would be like to lie on his king size bed, getting well taken care of. To have him lie on top of me. To fuck me properly where he fucks his wife. What would that car ride home be like? I orgasmed as I thought of his wife sitting outside their bedroom door, listening to him pleasure me, wondering what she got out of it.

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The Widow's Horny Family cont

CHAPTER EIGHT

Before bedtime, Grace called Peggy.

She had been sitting with her son, fondling his cock and balls idly, watching one of their favorite programs on television.

Peggy and Grace talked for some time, and she continued to fondle and stroke her sons cock and balls as she talked, her eyes becoming glassy as she gazed down. By the time she hung up, Peggy was intensely aroused.

Donny gave his mother a strange look, not understanding what had gotten her so excited. He had heard the replies of his mother, naturally, but they consisted of grunts and pleasantries.

After hanging up the telephone, Peggy kissed her son quickly, darting her tongue into his mouth deeply, then, with a low growl, she dove her face down. Taking his cock into her mouth, she sucked vigorously, mewling hotly. Surprised, but enjoying it, Donny caressed the back of his mother’s head as she bobbed, her lips sliding smoothly and wetly up and down his throbbing cock, her tongue flicking like a flame.

Peggy hungered for her son’s cock. The conversation she had had with Grace had thrilled and excited her, and she had erupted into a high state of arousal. As she spoke with—or rather listened to—Grace, her cunt had become extremely wet and hot, steaming with desire. It had not been so much talking to the tall beautiful woman as what Grace had said to her.

Peggy knew the things Grace had said had been designed to titillate and excite her, and it had worked. Now, with her cunt on fire, her mouth full of her son’s hard cock, Peggy was sucking as if her life depended on it. Although she had always been an eager cocksucker, she seemed to be much hungrier now.

She sprawled out on the couch, causing her skirt to hike upwards. Her creamy long legs were exposed and the swelling cheeks of her ass were partially revealed to her son as she gobbled greedily at his prick. She hefted his balls and twisted them about gently, pulling to make him grunt with delight. The swollen head of his cock probed at her throat, and she soon had him dripping so much she had to swallow often.

Due to her eagerness, her wet and hot mouth, it did not take long to make her son come. The come juice gushed from his flaring piss hole and filled her mouth. Peggy rushed her tongue back and forth on his piss hole as he squirted the sweetness into her mouth, whimpering and twisting her hips about on the cushions.

But even then she was not satisfied.

With come juice glistening on her full lips, her green eyes sparkling, she pulled her son to his feet and then to her bedroom. She undressed swiftly as he sprawled out in the center of the bed. Her eyes blazed with erotic desire as she climbed onto the bed next to him.

After leaning over to kiss him, feeling his hands grabbing at her naked tits, she pulled up and, without a word, swung her leg over so that she was straddling his face.

“Eat me, darling!” she cried. Her hands pulled at the puffy lips of her cunt, her clit bulging out. “Ohhh, Donny, suck Mother’s cunt! Tonguefuck my pussy, baby... suck Mother’s hairy cunt!”

She felt his hands cupping the shaking cheeks of her naked ass and could wait no longer. She lowered her bushy cunt down onto his face, squirming and twisting her pussy into his mouth.

As her son’s tongue fucked into her fiery pussy, Peggy squealed loudly and began to rub back and forth, smearing her son’s face with steaming cunt juice. Her shapely tits jiggled tightly as her stomach rippled, her head back and eyes closed tightly. She gasped and cooed, gurgled and mewled as she tossed her naked ass about, keeping her cunt pressing into his mouth.

Twisting a bit, she reached back and grabbed his cock with a tight fist, squeezing and pulling as his prick once more swelled into the hardness she loved so very much.

With a squeal, she suddenly twisted about until she was facing his cock. Slamming her cunt into her son’s face, she leaned over and began to suck at his prick once again, just as greedily as she had in the living room.

Somehow they rolled aver, and Peggy was on the bottom, her son’s cock still inside her clutching lips. She closed her fingers about his naked ass while he shoved his mouth tight into her crotch. Closing her hot, creamy thighs against her son’s face, she began to push and pull at his ass, making him fuck up and down into her mouth. His balls dangled above her eyes, his asshole brushing at her forehead now and then as he fucked up and down. Donny was squeezing at his mother’s twisting ass cheeks as he fucked his tongue in and out of her slippery cunt. She wiggled her pussy against her son’s face with mindless passion, whimpering around his cock when she felt one of his fingertips pressing the sensitive ring of her asshole.

Peggy screamed around her son, hard cock.

It was a scream of ecstasy as his finger darted into her burning asshole. With her son’s tongue and finger both fucking into her, Peggy went wild with her own mouth. She clawed at Donny’s plunging naked ass, trying desperately to swallow his hard cock into her stomach.

The orgasms that were rumbling through her were some of the strongest she had ever felt. Each one was more powerful than the last, and her naked body was shaking with the thrilling sensations, her flesh vibrating with ecstasy. She lifted her hips and began to grind frantically into her son’s mouth, her asshole tightening and holding his deeply embedded finger. She came so hard that she almost fainted from the pleasure. It was such ecstasy that she was hardly aware that her son was once more coming in her mouth. She choked and gagged on the thick sweetness of his come juice, but only because she had been so involved in her own shattering orgasm.

They lay limply next to each other. Donny’s head rested on his mother’s inner thigh, his panting breath hot on her cunt.

It was morning when she woke up, and her son was already up and out of the house.

Feeling somewhat tired despite a good sleep she crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She showered, and the water revived her somewhat. The tiredness she had felt was due to the intensity of last night. It was a good kind of tiredness to her.

Dressing in a sheath that molded to her body with perfection, she brushed her auburn hair until it gleamed. A faint application of lipstick was all the makeup she put on. In the kitchen, she found that Donny had already made coffee for her. She smiled as she poured, feeling love for her son.

She drank her coffee, glancing at the clock frequently.

The call she had received from Grace the night before was still with her, the words Grace had said, the invitation she had extended.

Peggy had no doubt that she would accept it. She was looking forward to it very much.

As she finished her second cup of coffee, she found that her cunt was throbbing. That was nothing surprising to her, however. Her cunt throbbed a great deal, and, now that she was being fucked by Donny, her pussy throbbed not with desperation but anticipation. It was enjoyable to feel her cunt pulsate hotly between her thighs now, knowing that she would not be frustrated.

She had just finished rinsing her cup when the door bell sounded. Wondering who it could be so early, she went to answer it.

“Why, Paul!” she said in surprise.

“Hello, Peggy.” The tall man smiled down at her. “May I come in?”

“Of course.” She opened the door wider and admitted the good-looking man. “Is anything wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong,” he said in a low voice.

Peggy saw his piercing eyes and she shivered slightly. It was not a shiver of fear, but of arousal. She had seen Paul often, yet she had never felt this way before. But then again, he had not exactly looked at her this way before.

“Would you like some coffee?” she asked, feeling a deep burning in her cunt.

“Thank you,” he replied and followed her to the kitchen.

Paul leaned against the sink as he sipped at his coffee, his eyes gazing boldly at her. Peggy felt like blushing. She had not felt this way in a long time, but that was what he made her feel like doing. She could not resist a peek at the front of his pants. Paul was dressed in a pair of old faded pants that he used to work about the house in and a shirt open almost to his waist. His chest, she noted, was quite hairy.

She had the distinct sensation that he could look right through her dress, see her tits and hairy cunt. The sensation was nice, a warm feeling. She nervously wrung her hands, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly he placed his cup on the sink and was reaching for her. Before she knew what was happening, Peggy was in his arms and kissing him desperately, sucking at his tongue as it snaked into her mouth. She rammed her hips against his, and felt his cock pressing against the lower part of her stomach. She flung her arms about his neck and stood on tiptoe, her head back and lips writhing as she sucked his tongue.

She trembled with bubbling desire when she felt his hands slide down her back and cup the tightening cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the resilient flesh. She bumped her cunt against him, drawing his head down to smash her lips tighter against his. She felt him arch his cock harder into her lower stomach, and she began to grind and whimper as desire burst into a roaring flame.

Paul worked her dress up in back, and, as he closed his hands over her naked creamy ass cheeks, he grunted with satisfaction. Mewling against his mouth, Peggy sucked his tongue deeply, then released it. Still with her cunt pressing hard against him, she looked up into his face, her green eyes shimmering with heat.

“Does Grace know where you are?” she asked in a throaty voice.

He nodded. “I told her I wanted to see for myself first.”

She stepped from him, posing with her shoulders back and tits arching out, her nipples molded by the tight sheath. She placed a hand on one hip and smiled seductively at him. “Well, do you like it?”

“I liked it before.” He grinned at her. “I’ve been watching you, Peggy. I won’t deny I haven’t. In fact, Grace and I have enjoyed some damned hot fantasies concerning you.”

“Don’t you think it’s time to stop fantasizing?” she teased.

“Take your dress off,” he said, but his voice was not demanding.

“Here? In the kitchen?”

He didn’t reply but looked steadily at her. A glance down at his pants told Peggy the man had a wonderful hard-on now. His cock bulged out, but she could not really see the size or shape of his prick because of the loose pants. She began to pull the skirt of her sheath upwards, slowly, deliberately tantalizing Paul. She stopped when she had it up far enough to reveal her smooth, shapely thighs.

“Higher,” he said, his voice trembling with desire.

“That’s all you see until you show something in return,” she replied, her green eyes flicking toward his cock significantly.

His hands moved to his pants which had buttons instead of zippers, and he had them open swiftly. She watched him shove his hand into his pants, then he lifted out his cock and balls at the same time. His prick stood very hard, at a forty-five degree angle to his stomach. His cockhead was huge and bright pink with a delicious-looking piss hole that was bubbling fuck juice. His prickshaft was thick and long, and she could see his cock pulsate. His balls, quite large, were hairy, but not too hairy. There was a pulsating fire igniting about her cunt, her clit distending even more than when she had been rubbing against him.

“Ooooo,” she mewled with delight as she gazed upon his cock. “That is... is beautiful, Paul.”

With a gesture of his hand, she slipped her dress higher for him. She watched a glaze come into his eyes when he saw the thick curls of her cunt, triangled perfectly, the dimple of her belly button. Peggy spread her feet about a foot apart on the floor, arching her hips forward so he could see her readiness.

“Now your tits,” he said, his voice gruff but not demanding. “Let’s see those sweet tits, Peggy.”

She had to release her skirt to reach behind her neck to pull the zipper. But the skirt clung to her hips teasingly. Shrugging her shoulders, the sheath fell to her waist, and her rounded, luscious tits were exposed to him. Her nipples were tingling and hard, throbbing with the need for his hands to be on them.

“Are we just going to stand here and play show-and-tell, Paul,” she murmured, “or did you have something else in mind?”

“Do you suck cock?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied.

“Do you take it up the ass?”

She looked at him quizzically. “Why all these questions? Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

“It’s important,” he said, his cock jerking up and down, with the moisture becoming more pronounced.

“Like I said, why don’t you find out instead of talk about it?”

She reached out for his hand. Turning, she led him from the kitchen to her bedroom. There, she removed her sheath completely, climbing onto the bed, looking at him over her shoulder with glowing eyes.

She lay there, legs wide, watching him undress. He was all man, she was pleased to see. His shoulders were wide and his chest full. His hips were narrow and his thighs were muscular. But the important thing to Peggy was his cock. His prick was the size of a nice cucumber, and her cunt was fiery with greed.

She writhed her naked ass on the bed as she waited for him to climb onto her. Her tits arched up, nipples swollen.

When Paul was on the bed with her, he stood on his knees at her head. When he reached down and placed his hand on the back of her head, Peggy eagerly opened her mouth to take in that thick, long cock. Her lips stretched around his cock as he slowly, shoved more between them. She felt her mouth full of his hard cock, stuffed until she could take no more. She did not even have room to lick with her tongue. But he began to gently fuck back and forth into her mouth, being gentle with her.

Peggy’s eyes glazed over with ecstasy as her lips burned and stretched. She raised a hand to cup his dangling hairy balls, holding them tenderly as he fucked back and forth.

He held her head up with his strong hand, looking down at her as she sucked on his cock. Peggy’s eyes flashed happily up at him, making soft, gurgling sounds of delight. She was thrilled with the way his thick cock stretched her lips, and she realized Paul’s cock was larger than her husband’s, certainly bigger than her son’s.

“That’s enough right now,” he said, removing his cock from her hot, wet mouth. “You can suck me off later.”

She waited with steaming anticipation as he moved between her spread thighs, his cock sliding along the sensitive inner surface of one thigh, leaving a moist, searing trail on her flesh. She lifted her head and tried to watch his cock as his prick brushed the hair-lined lips of her wet cunt. She felt him press the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, and she hissed in ecstasy, her hips lifting from the bed as more of that long thick cock fucked her clutching cunt.

Paul stretched out on top of her, his hairy chest smashing her tits. She ran her hands down his back and clawed at his ass cheeks, lifting her legs and bending them at the knees, holding her thighs tightly to his now-moving hips.

They did not speak, but the soft grunts and moans coming from them was enough to tell the other of the heated ecstasy each felt.

Peggy’s cunt, like her mouth, seemed stuffed to the limits as his cock fucked back and forth. Her swollen clit scraped along the hardness of his prick as he fucked her, sending her body and mind into rippling pleasure. As usual, her cunt began to grip and flex, suck and draw on his extremely hard cock. She banged her ass up and down, fucking him as though she were insatiable. Paul continued to fuck up and down slowly.

Despite her frenzied desire to be fucked hard and fast, Peggy loved what he was doing to her, teasing her fiery cunt with his slow, long, tantalizing thrusts. She could feel the head of his cock with the tight, sensitive lips of her runt, feet his prick pulsating inside her pussy.

Then his cock was pulled from her pussy.

“Oh, no! Please, no!” she wailed with disappointment. “Put it back, please! Oh, God... put that cock back inside my cunt!”

But Paul ignored her pleas.

He hooked his hands under her knees and shoved them back, pressing them against her tits as he moved to his knees. He looked down at her cunt, lifting her pussy into the air. Then he lowered his face and began to take long teasing licks of her pussy with his tongue.

Peggy swung her uplifted naked ass about with ecstatic gurgles of pleasure when his tongue slipped into her steamy cunt and began to fuck in and out, then to swirl up over her inflamed clit. Paul sucked her clit between his lips and began to bite lightly. She screamed as a sudden orgasm exploded deep inside her. Even then he did not let up, but kept his tongue fucking in and out of her hairy cunt and brought Peggy to another orgasm.

She was now holding her knees against her tits with her own hands, and Paul was gripping the stretching cheeks of her creamy ass, his tongue moving up and down her crotch swiftly, lapping about her tightly puckered asshole, up the wet lips of her pussy and swirled about her still bursting clitoris.

Finally he pulled his mouth from her pussy. His eyes were burning with desire, his mouth glistening with the juice of her cunt. Peggy, with hazy vision, watched as his cock came up again, and she gurgled softly as she anticipated his prick going deep into her cunt once more.

“You told me to find out for myself,” he grunted.

And Peggy screamed.

His cock fucked into her asshole. The scream was not of pain, but of sharp. Unexpected pleasure.

Paul fucked his cock deep into her asshole, his lower stomach slapping against her puffy cunt, his balls against her ass. Peggy lifted her ass as high as she could, twisting as he began to fuck in and out of her tightly stretched asshole.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she wailed, having one climax after the other, each orgasm more powerful and mind-shattering than the last. “Oh, God... fuck it, Paul! Fuck that hot asshole! Ohhh, that is so fucking good! I love it... love your big cock fucking my hot asshole!”

Paul moaned as he fucked his cock deep up her clinging ass, then he slowed down and fucked with gentle in and out strokes. Peggy was about to go out of her mind with the multiple orgasms going through her naked body. She twisted her head about, groaning and gurgling from deep inside her throat, her auburn hair fanning around.

She felt him remove his cock from her asshole, and again she wailed in protest. “Goddamn you! Fuck me in my ass! I want you to fuck me up my fucking hot ass and come in my asshole!”

But his cock was fucked back into her cunt again, and he fucked inert vigorously. Peggy rammed her hips up and down violently, mindless with ecstasy. Her cunt gripped his cock tightly, and she was coming and coming more than she could ever remember. Paul’s cock continued to throb and fuck in and out, his balls now slapping against her flexing asshole. She again clawed at his ass cheeks with desperate, frenzied fingers, trying to pull his cock deeper than it could possibly go into her burning, greedy cunt.

And Paul once more pulled his cock from her body.

“Goddamn you, Paul!” Peggy screamed. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t you make up your fucking mind where yet want to fuck me? Oh, shit, fuck me anywhere... my cunt or my asshole or my cocksucking mouth, but fuck me, Goddamn you!”

Paul moved up her body, his legs on each side of her, and then he placed his hard cock between her tits. Using his hands, he closed her spongy tits around his cock and began fucking between them, his slippery prickhead probing at her chin. Peggy whined with ecstasy and shoved her chin down, making the dripping head of his cock brush her lips. Opening her mouth, she managed to let him fuck between her tits and into her mouth at the same time. But with each backward motion, his cock head came out, only to part her wet lips as he moved forward.

It was when he was pulling back that he came.

Thick, creamy come juice squirted from the head of his cock and splashed into her face. With a wail, Peggy opened her lips as wide as she could, managing to catch the rest of his spurting come juice on her tongue and in her mouth.

Paul slumped beside her, and Peggy, her face smeared with the creamy come juice, her lips glistening, turned her moist eyes toward him.

“You’re a son of a bitch, you know that?” she whispered. “And, oh God, I loved it!”

“I thought you would,” he replied with a chuckle, caressing her springy tits gently.

“Oh? And what made you think that?”

“You just look, as if you would.” He grinned down at her. “Besides, I have inside information.”

“Grace,” Peggy said simply.

“Yes, my wife told me.”

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CHAPTER SEVEN

It was not until after she had returned home that it dawned on her that the dress was the perfect size for Susy.

She began to laugh.

Of course, she thought. Susy was a participant to the erotic action with Grace and her husband. They, too, were heavily into incest.

What she had seen over the fence that day the exposure of Susy’s panties when she had squatted before her mother now made sense. Of course Grace had said nothing... she and her husband were doing delicious things with the exquisite girl, having things done to them.

Peggy sat on the couch, laughing until tears came into her eyes. It had come as a surprise, a happy surprise. Grace, that tall aloof and oh-so-cold beauty... she was in reality a raging inferno of erotic desires.

She knew why she had been shown the bedroom and the costume. She knew it was Grace’s way of asking not just her approval, but for her to join them in the fun and games.

Peggy was delighted with the revelation.

But how did Grace know she would be receptive? How did Grace know how easily Peggy could be seduced into a lesbian relationship?

Peggy frowned, the answer coming to her. “I’ll break his fucking neck,” she whispered. “I’ll bust his fucking balls!”

As angry as she was, her anger had been tempered by the time Donny had come home. She met him at the door and was immediately wrapped up in his arms, his hands squeezing her ass as he kissed her.

Peggy pushed him back, gazing down into his face. “Donny, you’ve been saying things to Susy.” She saw her son start to protest. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve talked to Susy, about us. I know you have.”

Donny hung his head, a faint flush creeping over his handsome face. Peggy took his hand and pulled him to the couch, sitting him down. She sat next to him and held his hand in her lap, looking at him. Donny was uncomfortable.

“Are you aware, young man,” she said, “that Susy’s parents know that you’re fucking her?”

There was slight nodding of his head.

Peggy squeezed her son’s hand. “When you were in Susy’s room fucking her, where was Grace and Paul?”

“In the living room,” he mumbled.

“You knew they were there, knowing you and Susy were fucking? Didn’t that embarrass you?”

“No, Mother,” he said. “They told us to.”

“They told you to fuck Susy.”

He nodded.

Peggy wondered if her son had been involved already with the people in more than just fucking Susy. Squeezing her son’s hand, she asked him.

He shook his head.

“Do you know what goes on in that house?” she asked softly.

“Not really, Mother,” he said. “I just know they said I could fuck Susy.”

Peggy thought a moment, then asked, “What do you think of Grace? Is she attractive to you?”

“She’s pretty, of course,” Donny said. “She’s a little cold, but pretty.”

“You’d like to fuck Susy’s mother, wouldn’t you?”

He looked up at his mother. “Sure! Any guy would.”

“Honey,” she said carefully, “what would you do if I... you know, let Paul fuck me? Would it make you jealous?”

“Oh, no! I wouldn’t mind if you fuck him, Mother,” Donny said. “I wouldn’t mind who you fucked.”

As they talked Peggy had began pressing the back of her son’s hand against her cunt. Despite the pussy licking session with Grace, Peggy was still aroused, even more than at first. Her tits thrust against her sweater, he nipples outlined deliciously. Her other hand moved to the front of her son’s pants, her palm resting upon his cock. His prick we swelling into hardness, she felt. Pressing lightly against his cock, she made her son moan softly.

Eagerly now, she opened his pants and pulled his cock from the gaping fly. Stroking her hot fist up and down, she watched the piss hole, seeing his seeping fuck juices bubble up. Taking her son’s hand, she slipped it under her skirt and between her hot, satiny thighs, curling his fingers into her steaming cunt.

“I need this, darling,” she murmured in a hot voice. “I need this cock of yours.”

“It will always be yours, Mother,” he said, working a finger into her hairy, wet cunt. “You know that.”

“Pull your pants down,” she said, getting to her feet and raising her skirt to her waist. “Oh, hurry, Donny! I want that cock in my cunt... and I want it in there now! Oh, baby, fuck mothers hot cunt—now!”

After Donny had his pants around his ankles, sprawled back on the couch, his cock standing up ever so sweetly, Peggy flung her legs over his hips, her back to him. Reaching between her thighs, she took her son’s cock and rubbed his prick back and forth against her bubbling, hair-lined cunt. She smashed his dripping piss hole against her inflamed clit, moaning with pleasure at the contact. Taking the round, swollen head of her son’s cock between the velvety lips of her cunt, she then braced herself by placing her hands on his knees. She felt her son’s hands feeling the creamy cheeks of her ass as she settled upon his cock.

For a moment or so she writhed against him, his cock deep inside her clutching cunt. She lifted his balls and pressed them against her distended clit, mewling with growing ecstasy. The throbbing of his cock against the sensitive hot lips of her pussy sent ripples of delight up and down her smooth flesh.

She began lifting and lowering her pussy on his cock, fucking him slowly, with small jerking rotations of her naked ass. The harshness of his breathing thrilled her as his hands moved over the springy surfaces of her ass cheeks. With a low, throaty whimper, Peggy began fucking up and down on her son’s cock energetically. She sat up straight, her back to him, shoving her sweater to her neck. She cupped her straining tits, her fingers digging into them as her ass began to whirl, and twist, never ceasing her up and down fucking.

The way her son held her shaking ass cheeks in his palms as she fucked him, sent waves of heat through her. Knowing his eyes watched her wiggling naked ass hotly, she revolved ass and writhed in such a way that increased his erotic pleasure. She clung to his balls with one hand, smashing them upon her swollen clit every time she rammed her cunt down onto his cock. Her other hand clung to her tit with desperate fingers, the nipple scaring her palm. She snapped back her head and gurgled with pleasure, moaning and whimpering as her ass, bounced. With Donny’s cock throbbing so sweetly inside her gripping cunt, Peggy’s almost-naked body shivered and trembled. Every nerve of her being was centered between her hot thighs, in and around her boiling cunt.

She made grunts of delight as the waves of orgasms began to flood her cunt. As before the orgasms came on softly in the beginning, growing in intensity until they were gripping her body in sweet bliss. She was yelling loudly with pleasure, screaming out to her son to fuck her to spurt his thick come juice up her hairy cunt. But Peggy was not aware of her screams. She was seldom aware of her vocal ecstasy when she was coming.

His balls were drawing up tight as she crushed them against her tingling clit. She squirmed her cunt down tightly onto her son’s cock, her hips moving violently as her pussy clung like molten fire to his throbbing cock. With the increased force of her orgasms, her cunt began a tight, flexing, waving motion on her son’s cock.

Peggy screamed loudly when she felt his cock erupt, sending gushes of thick come juice splashing against the satiny walls of her hot cunt. Her body shook atop her son, her crotch pressing hard as her cunt seemingly began to suck the come juice from his prick.

After it was over, she remained where she was for a long time, her breathing coming in hard gasps. Finally she lifted herself from him, sprawling back on the couch with her legs wide apart, cunt revealed, still twitching.

“Ohhhh, that was so good, Donny!” she hissed. “God, I love to fuck that thing!”

She watched her son slip his pants from his ankles, then walk to the kitchen. Her eyes gazed upon his tight naked ass. There wasn’t anything in the world more pleasurable than her son, she thought. When he returned with a soft drink, his cock swinging about, still glistening from the moisture of her cunt and his come juice, she gazed with moist eyes at his prick. She remained sprawled lewdly and watched him sip the soft drink, his eyes smoldering still as he looked between his mother’s thighs.

“You like Susy a lot, don’t you, honey?” she murmured softly.

He nodded.

“Do you know where she is right now?”

“Sure,” he replied, “Why, Mother?”

“Ask her to come here,” she said.

“Aw, Mother. Don’t jump on her case.”

“I’m not, darling,” Peggy said. “Just tell her I’d like to talk to her, that’s all.”

She saw Donny was reluctant.

“I’m not going to jump on the girl, Donny. In fact, you might enjoy it. Now, get your ass out of here and get her.”

She watched him pull his pants back on, then leave. She got up and straightened her skirt and sweater, still feeling excitement rumble through her.

A half hour later, Donny returned, dragging Susy with him. The girl, extremely pretty as always, looked at Peggy in a shy way. She was dressed demurely. She looked so sweetly innocent, yet so downright desirable. Peggy was looking at Susy differently now, though, knowing what she did.

“You wanted to talk to me?” Susy asked politely.

Peggy took the girl’s hand and drew her to the couch, then sat next to her. Donny, watching his mother warily, sat in a chair across from them. For a long time Peggy just looked at Susy. But in her mind she was seeing the lovely girl wearing the dress Grace had shown her, her sweet ass exposed and her tits peeking from the front. Paying no attention to her son, who sat watching his mother closely, Peggy reached out and held Susy’s shoulders, looking into her flashing, mischievous eyes. With slow deliberate movements, Peggy dropped a fingertip down and traced it over a nipple. Susy looked up sharply at Peggy, seeing the heat in those green eyes. Suddenly Susy smiled, throwing her shoulders back to make her tits stand out proudly.

Peggy grinned at the girl.

Donny gasped when he saw his mother place her hand on a tit, curling her fingers. He gasped even more when he saw Susy going along willingly, eagerly.

Peggy, using her other hand and keeping a palm on Susy’s tit, lifted her sweater and revealed her own thrusting, shapely tits.

Susy glanced at Donny and giggled in a lewd, girlish way. Turning her eyes back to Peggy’s shapely tits, Susy said, “You’ve been talking to my mother.”

Peggy nodded, grinning at the girl. Susy, without another word, brought her hands up and began to feel Peggy’s tits.

Peggy looked at her son. “Excite you?” she asked. “Does this make your cock hard, Donny?”

Although her son was too surprised to answer, Peggy saw that the front of his pants was swelling up.

“You might as well take your prick out, baby,” she said to him. “That is, if you want to get in on this fun with me and Peggy.”

“What’s going on, Mother?” he asked. “What you see is what you get, baby,” Peggy teased, dropping her hand down and shoving it underneath Susy’s skirt.

Susy was no longer shy, she was eager. Throwing her knees wide, she shoved her little ass forward. Peggy shoved the skirt to the girl’s waist, running her hand up and down the tight crotch of Susy’s panties. Susy was squealing as she fondled Peggy’s shapely tits. But this wasn’t exactly what Peggy had in mind.

“Donny, I want to watch you fuck Susy,” she said in a thick, hoarse voice filled with erotic emotion. “I want to see your cock go in this tight cunt!”

“Ooooo, yes!” Susy gurgled.

Donny, too excited to wonder what was happening, his eyes wide as he saw his mother feeling up the girl, shoved his pants off quickly, his cock throbbing and dripping with readiness.

Susy, just as eager if not more so, jumped to her feet and rolled her tight panties off, throwing them to the floor. She held her dress at her waist as she rushed to Donny. Peggy stared at the naked sweetness of Susy’s ass, her cunt starting to flex hotly. Sliding her skirt to her waist, she spread her legs and began to run her fingers through the thick curls of her pussy, her eyes hot.

She was amused to see that Susy had straddled her son’s hips the way she had so recently fucked him the girl’s eyes were filmed over with erotic passion as she gazed at Peggy, straddling Donny’s hips. Taking his cock in her hand, she brought his prick to her sweet pink cunt.

Peggy became intensely excited as she saw her son’s cock fuck effortlessly into that pussy. Her pink cunt lips stretched about Donny’s cock, the tip of Susy’s clit glistening as she settled downward.

Susy gurgled with pleasure as Donny’s prick filled her hot pussy. Peggy watched her cunt lips pressing into wiry hair at the base of her son’s cock. Then Susy leaned backwards, her legs wide, and began to move her ass up and down on Donny’s prick. The position was awkward for the girl, but Peggy knew Susy was doing it this way for her benefit at this moment. She could see everything, watch that sugary cunt slide on her son’s throbbing cock. Watch those beautiful pussy lips cling to his prick.

Peggy stood on trembling legs, keeping her skirt about her waist, her hairy pussy revealed. She walked toward them and dropped to her knees. She pressed her son’s legs as far apart as she could, leaning her face in close. She watched that lovely cunt fucking up and down, leaving moisture clinging to Donny’s cock.

“Fuck it, Susy!” she gurgled in a thick voice. “Fuck my son’s cock with your cute cunt! Fuck him good!”

Donny ran his hands about the hips of the bouncing girl, his fingers pulling at her pussy. Peggy stared hotly at the connection, watching her son’s cock being devoured by the pretty cunt. The tip of Susy’s clit was intensely inflamed, sweetly swollen.

“Lick it,” she heard Susy urge in a high pitched voice. “Lick it for me while I fuck Donny! Oooo, lick my cunt for me, please!”

Peggy gave a throaty laugh. “Just like your mother, aren’t you, honey?”

“Ooooo, yes, I am!” Susy gurgled as her ass bounced happily. “Please, lick my cunt while I fuck Donny!”

Peggy rammed her face forward.

Sliding her tongue out, she began to lick hungrily up and down her son’s balls, sliding her tongue up to that deliciously distended clit. She could taste the juices of Susy’s cunt on his cock as she raced her tongue up and down. Her son held Susy’s pussylips wide, making it easy for Peggy to lick the girl’s inflamed clit with alternate strokes of her tongue.

She cupped one hand on her son’s ass cheek, sliding the other up to hold on to Susy’s tits. She pulled her son’s balls into her hot mouth, sucking on them, her nose being brushed by Susy’s clit. Releasing her son’s balls, she managed to get her hot lips about the steamy clit of the gurgling, shaking girl.

The excitement was too much for them.

Susy began squealing that she was coming, and Peggy felt the girl’s hard clit throb. She pulled her face back and saw those sweet cunt lips flexing in orgasm. Quickly she shoved her mouth down and drew her son’s balls into her mouth again, sucking hungrily. Her eyes blazed into the buried cock and cunt lips, then she felt her son’s balls tighten. She slung to them and licked frantically as her son began to squirt his come juice into Susy’s tightening cunt.

Peggy held her son’s balls in her mouth until she was sure they had finished coming, then she let them slip out and sat back on her heels, grinning happily.

“That was the most beautiful fucking I’ve ever seen in my life,” Peggy said. “God, that was so sweet!”

“Now I know you talked to my mother,” Susy giggled as she lifted from Donny, his cock wetly flopping free, of her cunt.

“Why do you know?” Peggy asked. “Because we do it this way a lot, too.”

“This way?” Peggy asked, smiling up at the sweet girl.

“She licks me when I fuck da...” Susy stopped, looking at Peggy.

Peggy laughed, a low naughty sound. “Your mother licks your cunt when you fuck your daddy, right?”

“She told!” Susy yelped. “Mother told you!”

Peggy laughed. “No one told me anything.”

Donny looked at his mother in confusion. “What’s going on, Mother?”

“You’ll find out soon, enough,” Peggy said. “You’ll find out, don’t worry.”

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CHAPTER SIX

Peggy kept seeing, in her mind, Grace.

What she had seen when the robe parted the day before was so unlike the woman, she felt. Although Grace dressed well, her clothing was not designed to draw attention to her body.

What Peggy had seen was a body that should be showed off.

The woman certainly had lovely tits, a bit larger than most, but not grossly so. Her waist was still small and her hips rounded. Seeing her in the back yard, wearing that skimpiest of all bikinis, then seeing the robe fall apart, Peggy suspected there was more than met the eye with Grace.

She recalled the color of Grace’s nipples. The color was stark and vivid, and surely rouge or something had been applied to them. Peggy had seen enough naked tits in her life to know when a woman used makeup on them. And she knew that a woman lacking an erotic mind would never do such a thing.

That meant only one thing—Grace was erotic, yet concealed it. That didn’t make sense, not to Peggy. Peggy had not heard of people that went out of their way to hide the erotic nature they felt. At least she had never met anyone that way, not in the circle she and her late husband had associated with.

Perhaps, she thought, Grace had no choice but to conceal her desires... perhaps her husband, Paul, insisted on it. Perhaps he was the one that held a tight rein on his wife, being a man with a low sexual desire.

If that was true, then Grace must be in misery, she thought.

Peggy was finishing up the washing, standing next to the washing machine. Suddenly she stood up straight, staring at the wall. Was that it? she thought. Had Grace, in her way, made a pass at her? She certainly look her time pulling her robe close over her body, and then Peggy realized those dark eyes had been glowing at that moment.

She left the garage and went to the bedroom, thinking it over. There was no other answer. And the way Grace had gazed at her tits in the tight, sleeveless sweater. Of course, Grace was starved for sex, sex with a woman at that, Peggy thought. Was it possible Grace preferred women to men, a cunt to a cock? There were women who did, Peggy knew, even though married.

Well, Grace had made the overture, she thought as she climbed into the tub. With scented bubbles swirling about her body, Peggy grinned to herself. If she wants some of my hairy cunt, I’m going to give it to her.

After her bath, she dressed in a becoming white skirt and pastel pink blouse. Underneath she was naked. No sense in putting obstacles in the way. She giggled like a school girl anticipating a quick feel at the drive-in movie.

Without calling first, Peggy walked across the lawn of the two houses, knocking at the door.

“What a pleasant surprise,” Grace said when she saw Peggy standing there. “I was thinking about calling you, Peggy.”

Seated again on the couch, with unwanted coffee on the table before her, Peggy lifted her left knee to the cushions, but keeping her skirt down. Grace sat at the other end as they chatted. They spoke of Susy and Donny, of their growing attachment to one another, each agreeing not to interfere, each praising the other’s child.

After about half an hour, with Peggy watching closely for any sign of desire on Grace’s lovely face, she began to feel her judgement had been wrong. Then Grace picked up her coffee and spilled it. With a womanish squeal, she quickly leaned the cup over the couch as if to keep it from falling into her lap. But the motion parted Grace’s thighs, parted them wide. Peggy shot a quick glance between them, and, sure enough, all she saw was dark curly cunt hair—no panties at all.

She was not surprised when Grace left her thighs parted after sitting the cup on the table. Grace was pretending she was not exposed to Peggy. But Peggy made a point of letting Grace know where she was looking. Still talking away, avoiding sex talk, Grace suddenly leaned against the arm, of the couch, drawing one knee up. Peggy allowed a small smile to cross her face as she saw the satiny thigh of the woman, the pretended lack of knowledge about her pussy being revealed. Peggy knew that Grace was feeling her out, waiting to see what effect this would have on Peggy.

There was no garter belt, or nylons today, but Peggy felt that was because of her unexpected visit. Deliberately looking at Grace’s long thighs and dark pussy hair, she lifted her own leg. There was an immediate response from Grace.

The dark eyes of the woman seemed to flare with a bright gleam of hunger, and what she had been saying was caught in her throat. Peggy saw Grace’s tits rising and falling swiftly as Grace gazed with smoldering eyes at the flesh under her white-skirt.

Grace stopped speaking in mid-sentence and just stared under Peggy’s skirt.

“Lick me,” Peggy said, her voice very low and husky.

Grace made no reply.

She repeated it again. “Lick me, Grace.”

Grace lifted her eyes to Peggy’s, her tongue moving over her bottom lip. “I beg your pardon?” Grace said in a breathless voice.

“I want you to lick me,” Peggy said once more, pulling her skirt high and spreading her legs wide. “I want your tongue on me, Grace.”

Grace lowered her hot gaze again, staring with smoldering heat at the thick curls of Peggy’s cunt, seeing her pink wet pussy lips and the tip of her clit.

Both waited, bath breathing heavily, both exposed to the other.

Then, with a sob of desire, Grace scooted swiftly toward Peggy, her arms going around her tightly. Peggy felt the woman’s moist ups crush upon hers, and when Grace snaked her wet tongue past her lips, Peggy began to suck eagerly as she brought her hands up to close her fingers about Grace’s spongy tits. She heard the woman moan against her mouth, then Grace had her hands on Peggy’s tits. They broke apart and, with squeals of delight, began to undress each other with fumbling, eager fingers. When Peggy’s tits were exposed, Grace looked at them, then gurgled happily as she lowered her face and began sucking vigorously upon a rigid nipple. Peggy held the woman’s head tight against her tits, feeling that hungry tongue fluttering and darting, sending moist heat throughout her trembling body.

As Grace sucked on Peggy’s tit, her hand moved down and caressed a satiny thigh, working its way between the sensitive, smooth inner surfaces. Peggy parted her legs and then Grace had her hand cupping her pulsating cunt.

Grace whimpered hungrily as her lips pulled at Peggy’s firm nipple, her palm rubbing back and forth on Peggy’s swollen cunt lips. Peggy writhed on her ass, pressing her steaming cunt into Grace’s palm, urging the woman.

“What about the kids?” Peggy whispered.

“Fuck the Goddamn fucking kids!” Grace said, her voice hoarse with desperate desire. “Fuck them!”

Peggy was delighted, hearing this come from a woman she had seen as aloof and somewhat chilly. Her impression of Grace being an erotic woman was certainly correct.

“Okay, fuck them,” she said. “Stick your finger in my cunt, Grace! Fingerfuck my pussy!”

“Oh, yes!” Grace yelped, flicking a finger deep into Peggy’s slippery cunt.

Peggy leaned back, one leg thrown over the rear of the couch with the other hanging over the cushions. She placed her head on the arm, looking down at Grace’s hand, the finger fucking in and out of her cunt swiftly.

Grace, her eyes moist and filmed over with passion, stared at the curls surrounding her finger.

“Eat me, Grace!” Peggy sobbed, lifting her ass and twisting around with desire. “Oh, Grace... eat my cunt! I love a tongue up my pussy! Suck me, Grace!”

“Oh, yes!”

Peggy, through the haze of her bubbling desire, watched Grace dip down, sliding her body along the cushions of the couch as she swiftly buried her face into her cunt. The movement caused Grace’s dress to ride past her hips, bunch at her waist. Peggy looked at the creamy swells of that beautiful ass, arching her cunt to meet Grace’s mouth.

Then she closed her eyes as passion gripped her.

Grace began to suck and lick and kiss at her cunt with an animal-like hunger. Peggy found Grace very skilled at eating cunt.

She closed her thighs about Grace’s head as the woman sucked her puffy cunt lips between her hot lips, her tongue lapping greedily, fluttering over her clit. Then Grace delved her tongue up into Peggy’s cunt, fucking it back and forth, fucking wildly. Her hands clutched at Peggy’s tight flexing ass, her fingers digging into the hot flesh.

Peggy held Grace’s head in her hands as she arched her hairy, wet pussy up, grinding into the woman’s face. The muffled squeals coming from Grace was all that was required for Peggy to know she had hold of a woman with intense erotic drives and hungers.

Her cunt closed tightly about Grace’s fucking tongue as she churned her crotch up and down, smashing her pussy into the face of the licking, sucking woman. Opening her eyes again, she looked down at the swell of Grace’s lovely ass cheeks, watching them twist as she banged her own cunt against the cushions of the couch. The sounds Grace made were those of a woman desperate to suck this hairy cunt.

It had been some time since she had been tongue fucked by a woman, and Peggy’s emotions were racing with delight. The ecstasy bubbled within her like foaming waves bursting upon some sandy beach. She held Grace’s head tightly, twisting her cunt harshly into that devouring mouth. When Grace sucked her clit between those hot lips, sucking hard as her tongue lapped the tip, Peggy sobbed as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her body. She slammed her cunt hard into Grace’s face, twisting.

Grace’s nose was buried in the thick curls of Peggy’s cunt, her fingers digging into Peggy’s light ass cheeks. She was breathing with excitement as she sucked on Peggy’s rigid, fiery clit. Her lips clung tightly to Peggy’s cunt as she came, moaning with the ecstasy she herself felt.

Grace did not release Peggy until she lowered her naked ass to the couch, and then she looked up with gleaming, bright eyes. Her face was smeared with the juices from Peggy’s pussy. Her dark eyes seemed to be pleading, and Peggy understood the driving torment the woman felt. Her naked ass continued to writhe.

“I want... I need...” Grace mumbled, feeling about Peggy’s cunt gently. “Oh, Peggy, please!”

Peggy caressed her fingers through Grace’s hair, smiling at the woman. “I understand, Grace,” she said softly. “I’ll help you, of course.”

The torment, seemed to leave Grace’s face, and she sat up smiling happily.

“But what about Susy and Donny?” Peggy asked again. “We could easily get caught, you know.”

“Fuck Susy and Donny!” Grace said, again causing Peggy to be amused. “They can find their own fun!”

But, apparently changing her mind, Grace stood up. Peggy looked at the tall slender woman. It was a shame for Grace to hide that enticing body the way she did. Those goodies were just too sweet to conceal.

Grace held her hand out to Peggy. “We’ll go to Susy’s room. They won’t find us there.”

“Susy’s room? Why not your bedroom, Grace?”

“Because... you might not understand.”

“It’s your house,” Peggy said, standing up and taking the woman’s hand.

They walked quickly to Susy’s room. It was the typical teenage girl’s room, with a poster bed, canopy and all. The room was painted pink, and all the furniture was white. Lace and ruffles were everywhere. The room was neat and looked very clean.

Grace sat, on her daughter’s bed, spreading her legs wide. Leaning back on one hand, she caressed her dark-haired cunt with long fingers, smiling with anticipation at Peggy. Peggy dropped to her knees in front of Grace, sliding her hands along those satiny, slender thighs. She gazed into Grace’s crotch, seeing one of the prettiest cunts ever. The hair, dark and very thick formed a perfect triangle. The long strands framed puffy pink cunt lips, and the tip of Grace’s clit peeked invitingly from the moist folds.

Peggy pressed her mouth to Grace’s cunt, kissing moistly. When Grace lay back, Peggy shoved her long legs up and back until Grace held them tight against her arching tits. Peggy, on her knees, gazed with pleasure at the woman’s hairy cunt and puckered asshole. It had been some time since she had had her lips against a cunt, and she was eager for it now. Stroking her hands about the backs of Grace’s thighs and curves of her ass, she teased them both. She probed lightly at the lips of the woman’s pussy, tickled her sensitive clit, making Grace whimper with eagerness, her ass shaking.

“Ohhhh, Peggy! Eat my cunt, please! Lick my hot pussy and tonguefuck it and make me come! Oh, hurry and suck my cunt!”

Peggy moved her face close, her tongue licking about the woman’s puffy pussy lips. She traced Grace’s cunt with her tongue tip, holding the parted cheeks of her ass with both hands. Dipping down, she scraped her tongue around Grace’s asshole, felt her asshole tighten and heard a sob of ecstasy bubble from the woman’s mouth.

Peggy started licking her tongue up and down, going from the pucker of her asshole to the tip of her clit. Up and down her tongue went, her hot breath causing Grace to tremble and yelp with delight. When she slipped her tongue inside the slippery, steaming cunt, her upper lips smashed at Grace’s distended clit. Flicking her tongue in and out swiftly, she writhed her lip. Grace began to twist and churn her cunt furiously, making it difficult for Peggy to keep her mouth pressing upon her pussy. Sometimes her lips and tongue were on Grace’s asshole, sometimes simply in the thick cunt hair, but most of the time she managed to keep her tongue fucking into the heat of that boiling cunt.

She knew when Grace started coming before her wild screams began to fill the room. She knew it because Grace’s cunt closed about her tongue like a wet, slippery vise. She fucked her tongue in and out swiftly as Grace came, the orgasm drawn out until Peggy wondered if Grace would ever stop. And, the screams of Grace got louder. Peggy had to cling to the woman’s hips with tight hands because her ass was churning up and down and revolving powerfully.

When she thought the orgasm was over, Peggy started to pull her tongue free. But Grace had grabbed her head and pulled her mouth tightly into her cunt, her long legs draping over Peggy’s shoulders. The beat of those thighs against her cheeks sent a rumbling orgasm bursting within Peggy’s cunt, and she began to lick and suck furiously once more at the dripping pussy.

“More! Oh, more!” Grace yelled frantically. “I want more! Give me more, you hot fucking cunt! Ohhhh, you sweet fucking bitch! Give me more tongue!”

Peggy heard the words of Grace. Her tongue shot into the cunt once more, sucking in a frenzy.

It was wild and somewhat strange to Peggy. Grace seemed so desperate for this, but the words she yelled somehow failed to fit the image the woman had been showing. Being called those names did not bother her at all. She knew passion was holding Grace. It was the desperation of a woman with intense sexual feelings, nothing more. The words meant nothing except that Grace was almost out of her mind with steaming desire.

The woman’s dark-haired cunt was in spasms again, the lips sucking and clinging to Peggy’s tongue, flexing in wave after wave of orgasms.

It seemed hours before Grace finally let her ass slump, and Peggy pulled her thoroughly wet face out of the greedy cunt. She sat on her heels, watching as Grace breathed with sharp gasps, her naked body trembling and shivering with the after glow of satisfaction.

Later, after dressing, they sat in the dining room of the house, drinking coffee. Peggy could not get over this difference in Grace. No longer did she appear to be a woman of mindless desire. Once again she looked cool and aloof, but her dark eyes were friendly now, very friendly.

“I’ve got to be careful,” Grace said when Peggy asked about this seemingly double personality.

“I don’t understand that at all, Grace,” Peggy said. “You certainly aren’t a cold person—what we just did proves that very well. Is it your husband? Does he cause this... this coolness?”

Grace laughed, the sound low and sensual. “Oh, my goodness no! I think I’ve given you the wrong impression, Peggy.”

“I still don’t understand,” Peggy insisted. “We’ve lived next door to each other all this time, yet you’ve seldom spoke to me, or anyone else that I’m aware of. Why, be so stand-offish?”

“I told you the other day that once we got to know each other, you might understand it,” Grace said. “I’m not sure the time is right, even now.”

But Peggy began to think she understood. She looked at Grace for a long moment, then said, very deliberately. “Do you know that Donny is fucking Susy?”

Grace stared back at Peggy. Although her expression did not change, those dark eyes seemed to become mysterious. Slowly, Grace nodded her head.

“You don’t mind?” Peggy said.

Again there was slight change in Grace’s eyes, but then they became warm again. “There isn’t much I can do about it, Peggy, if I did mind.”

“Of course you can do something about it,” Peggy said. “You’re her mother.”

“Then why don’t you talk to Donny?” Grace said. “Do you care if he’s fucking my daughter?”

“Only if you do,” Peggy said. “Otherwise, I don’t mind at all.” She looked closely at Grace. “What do you mean, there’s nothing you can do about it?”

“Susy is... hot,” Grace said. “She’s so fucking hot, she’s almost insatiable.”

“Susy? Your daughter is...”

Grace nodded. “But it’s understandable, Peggy. After all, look what we just did. I’m that way myself.”

“And your husband?” Peggy pressed. “I suppose he can’t handle you... give you enough?”

“Of course he can,” Grace laughed. “It looks as if you’re going to find out things quicker than I thought.” She stood up.

“Come with me... I’ll show you.”

Curious, Peggy followed Grace down the hall. She watched the sway of Grace’s ass cheeks, seeing a much different walk than usual. She realized that, in her own home, Grace was natural, but strived to be cool in public.

As she stepped into the master bedroom, her eyes went wide.

Every wall, was solid mirror, ceiling and floor included. There was a huge waterbed in the center of the bedroom, and reflections were all over the place. The waterbed was round, and the only thing on it was a black satin sheet. There were white figures all over it, and on close inspection, Peggy saw the figures were all entwined in various sexual positions.

“I love it!” she breathed excitedly. “I just adore it, Grace.”

“Paul and I designed it,” Grace replied. “He’s just as horny as I am... and... Susy. Do you understand now, Peggy?”

“I’m not sure,” Peggy said. “I see a room designed for erotic fucking, of course, and I know you’re a hot one.”

Grace opened a concealed door. It was a closet, Peggy saw, filled with various articles of clothing. When Grace showed the clothing to her, she saw they were all designed with one thing in mind—to tantalize and arouse.

One garment caught her eye.

Taking it from the closet, she looked at it. It was a dress, but certainly too small for Grace. From the front it was complete, but there were two holes in the bodice, where tits could protrude. Turning it, she saw the dress ended at the waist, with the back missing. It had been designed to reveal the person’s ass who wore it.

She looked at Grace.

There was a faint flush on her beautiful flesh, and her dark eyes seemed shy suddenly.

“You and Paul are very erotic, aren’t you?” Peggy said.

“Now you know,” Grace replied, sounding oddly flustered. “Please, Peggy, you won’t say anything about this, will you?”

“Now, who would I tell?”

Grace hugged Peggy. “You don’t think I’m... wicked?” “Good God, no!” Peggy laughed. “I find this delightful!”

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CHAPTER FIVE

The sun was shining when Peggy woke up. She sat upright in bed, confused for a moment. Then she swung her feet over the side and, wearing only panties, went straight to her son’s bedroom.

With relief she saw him sprawled there, still sleeping.

She had fallen to sleep waiting for him and had not heard Donny come home. That was unusual, because Peggy had always waited up for her son when he was at a late movie with friends. But then she had known where was and what time he would be home.

Last night she had not known where he was. And that made a difference, a big difference.

Simply because he was fucking her, she thought, was no reason for her son to ignore the established rules. Feeling angry, she showered and dressed, choosing a becoming skirt with pleats, a garment that emphasized the swell of her ass and swirled about her thighs as she walked. A tight, sleeveless summer sweater concealed her tits, but not the firm thrusting shape of them nor her nipples.

She had her usual coffee, thinking about what she would have to say to Donny about last night. The more she thought of his unconcern, the more she fumed. She thought about spanking him, but he was getting too big for that. She could ground him, as the teenagers called it. She could restrict him to the house for a few days, a week perhaps. If there was one thing Donny dreaded, it was being unable to leave the house during the summer months.

The sound of the telephone startled her out of her thoughts.

“Peggy?” she heard, the voice vaguely familiar to her. “This is Grace.”

Peggy’s eyes widened.

“Yes, Grace?” she replied, apprehension growing in her.

“I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee with me,” Grace said, her voice unusually low. “I know we’ve never been that close, but it seems we may have something in common.”

“I’d be pleased, Grace,” Peggy said, hardly believing she could possibly have anything in common with that tall, icy woman.

“Shall we say in an hour?” Grace asked. “Just you and I—Susy will be out, I’m sure.”

“Of course, Grace,” Peggy replied, hanging up.

She sat there, her coffee becoming cold, deep in thought. She was sure now that Donny had been caught with Susy. After living next door to this woman for some time, this was the first overture of friendliness ever. She recalled how Susy had squatted there to whisper to her mother. And now, Donny out most of the night.

She felt something was wrong.

For a moment she considered waking her son and asking him what he had been doing, perhaps getting some information from him before she saw Grace. Discarding the idea of talking to Donny first, she went to her bedroom and brushed her auburn hair and applied daytime make-up.

She rapped on the door and was admitted by Grace.

Peggy was surprised to see Grace wearing a robe. But, despite the robe, the woman was made up and her hair was gleaming. She still presented an aloof appearance, despite the smile of greeting as she ushered Peggy into the house. This was the first time Peggy had been in Grace’s house, and she was pleased to see the good taste of the furniture and original paintings on the walls.

She accepted a cup of coffee, black, from the tall woman. She looked at Grace, thinking she was more aristocratic in her bearing than cool as she had first thought. The woman was obviously well educated. Sitting on the couch with the coffee table—solid oak—holding her coffee, she waited as Grace sat at the other end of the couch, arranging the folds of her robe demurely over her thighs.

“You mentioned we had something in common,” Peggy prompted.

Grace looked at Peggy for a long time before answering. Peggy shifted nervously, glancing down to make sure her pleated skirt covered her thighs. Then she felt and saw Grace’s dark gaze fixed upon her tits. For a moment Peggy almost blushed, despite the many times she had been looked at his way by men and women, especially those times when she and her late husband had sized up a new couple to fuck with. Yet Grace looked at her tits not exactly with distaste. There was something in those dark eyes that Peggy detected, a warming perhaps.

“Our respective children,” Grace said.

Peggy’s breath caught in her throat. So it was Donny and Susy. Her anger started to flare again. She had asked him to keep his hands off the succulent girl, but he had gone ahead and done something with her and they had been caught.

“Go on,” Peggy said, her voice barely a whisper.

“As I said, we’ve never been close, Peggy. But there are reasons for that. Perhaps, if we should become friendly, you’ll understand.”

“Please, get to the point,” Peggy insisted.

“Yes, of course,” Grace said, and her gaze was again upon Peggy’s tits. “As it usually happens, parents become acquainted through the friendship of their children. I’ve been observing the growing closeness of my daughter and your son.”

“Has Donny done anything that...”

Grace cut Peggy off with a laugh. The sound was very low, throaty, and, Peggy thought, close to erotic. This was a Grace she hadn’t known about. “No, of course he hasn’t done anything to displease us. I suppose you’re wondering where your son was late last night?”

Peggy nodded, confused about this woman. There was no icy aloofness now, only warmth.

“Donny was here.”

“Here?” Peggy repeated, looking sharply at Grace.

“Oh, yes,” Grace murmured. “He’s a delightful boy, you know, and Paul and I couldn’t be happier that our daughter has taken a liking to your son. We watch Susy carefully about who she plays with, you know.”

My God, Peggy thought. This woman is talking as if those two children are planning a marriage, or at the least an engagement.

“We love to have Donny here, Peggy,” Grace went on. “We hope that you would welcome Susy into your home as we do Donny. There is an attachment between the two that Paul and I don’t object to in the least.”

Peggy picked up her coffee and found it cold.

With her mind whirling with puzzlement, she made the appropriate comments, but didn’t remember the things she said or half the things Grace talked about. She was there for over an hour, and, by the time she was ready to go, it seemed as if she had just arrived.

“I must admit I am surprised, Grace,” she commented as she stood up to go. “You’re not as aloof as you indicate.”

“My husband and I don’t get too close to people,” Grace replied. “As I mentioned, you may understand in time. You see, our family is quite close, and we wouldn’t like it if others pried.”

At the door, she turned to face Grace. Peggy was perhaps an inch shorter. “I assure you, Grace, I do not pry. Your business is not my concern, nor is your family. Please rest assured that I do not peek into your windows.”

Again Grace came out with that almost erotic laugh. She placed her hand on Peggy’s bare upper arm in an intimate manner. “Of course you don’t peek in windows, Peggy. I didn’t mean it that way at all. I know, know very well, that you don’t pry.”

Grace was looking intently at Peggy, those dark eyes almost piercing. Peggy felt the fingers of the woman press into her arm softly. The falling of the robe caught her eye, and she glanced at Grace as the robe parted from neck to foot.

Grace said nothing, slowly pulling the robe back around her body. But not so fast that Peggy had not seen the woman’s body. Grace wore a bra, but it was a bra with no cups. It curved beneath her large tits, holding them up. Her tits had ruby-red nipples. About her waist was a black garter belt, and Grace wore nylons instead of panty hose. Her midnight-black cunt hair was thick and formed a perfect triangle.

She lifted her gaze to Grace as the robe covered the woman’s nakedness. Grace smiled at Peggy, opening the door for her.

Back in her own house, Peggy found the image of the tall, beautiful woman burning in her mind. What she had seen was not an icy woman at all. Grace, Peggy knew now, was not the cold person she presented about the neighborhood; she was, Peggy knew, quite a hot, erotic person.

The conversation, what she had not missed, told her nothing realty, except that Susy’s parents welcomed Donny into their home, and his attachment to Susy was also welcome.

She heard the shower going and went down the hall to see her son just getting out, his body dripping. His cock stood tall, quite hard.

Peggy forgot about Grace as she stared at her son’s cock.

“Mmmm, that’s beautiful, baby,” she murmured. She moved close to him and wrapped her fingers about his prick. Pressing her lips to his, she pulled his wet body against hers, soaking her sweater and skin. “Can I have some of it, Donny?”

His hands went about his mother, gripping her ass tightly as he shoved his prick to her thighs. “You can have all of it,” he said.

“Ooooo!” Peggy squealed, dropping to her knees before him in the bathroom. “I want to suck it... just for a bit.”

Taking her son’s cock inside her mouth, she sucked back and forth, tasting his throbbing hardness. The image of his prick fucking into the sweetness of Susy’s cunt flared like a sudden flame inside her mind.

As the image of her son’s cock fucking Susy’s sugary cunt burned in her brain, she felt her own pussy erupt into an unexpected orgasm as she sucked on his prick.

Pulling her mouth from Donny’s cock, she looked up at him. “Donny, did you fuck Susy?”

He nodded.

For a moment Peggy gazed up at him, then she climbed, to her feet. Taking Donny by his hand, she led him, still naked and dripping, to her room. Sitting her son on the bed, she undressed, tossing her wet clothing over the back of a chair she kept in the bedroom. Naked, she stood there, looking at him, her feet spread slightly apart. She placed her hands on her hips.

“You wouldn’t listen to me, would you?” she said, but there was no anger in her voice. “I had coffee with Susy’s mother this morning.”

Donny looked at his mother, but there was no fear in his eyes. “So what, Mother? I think Grace is nice.”

“Is that what you call her, by her first name?”

“She asked me to,” he said.

“What were you doing there most of the night?”

“I... we... Mother, we just visited.”

“You said you fucked Susy.”

He nodded. “In her room.”

“Where were her parents while you were fucking their hot-assed daughter?”

“In the living room,” Donny said.

“Were you caught by them?”

He shook his head. “They knew we were in Susy’s room, Mother. In fact, it was their suggestion that we go there.”

Peggy remembered the slowness Grace had used in closing her robe, the body underneath it.

“We’ll talk about it later,” she said, going to him.

Climbing on the bed, she pulled her knees beneath her stomach. “Right now, I’m so fucking hot for your cock, baby, I don’t want to talk.”

Peggy wiggled her ass wickedly in the air, looking over her shoulder at her son. “Remember when I kissed and sucked your ass, Donny?”

He grinned at his mother. “You wanna get your asshole sucked, Mother?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. He turned on the bed and shoved his face against his mother’s creamy ass. The heat of her ass cheeks burned his lips as he kissed from one to the other. He snapped his tongue out and licked every inch of her smooth ass cheeks, then delved between them, licking his tongue over the tightness of her asshole without hesitation. Peggy mewled and shook her uplifted ass in his face.

Donny lapped up and down, sliding his tongue along her wet, quivering cunt lips, tasting the juices that flowed from her pussy. He slipped his tongue into his mother’s cunt and fucked it back and forth, then scraped it up to lap hotly upon her puckered asshole.

“Ohhhh, darling, baby... oh, God!” Peggy wailed as her son’s tongue fucked into her asshole. “Ooooo, that’s so good! I love that... fuck my asshole with your tongue, Donny! Fuck Mother’s asshole! Fuck it, tongue it!”

But Donny pulled his tongue from her asshole. Peggy yelped her protest, wanting it back inside. Spreading her knees on the bed, she looked back between her legs. Donny was on his knees, his cock very hard. When she felt her son grip her hips, she knew what he was going to do.

“Oh, yes!” she screamed.

The head of her son’s cock rammed against the tight pucker of her asshole. Peggy wailed with pleasure, arching her ass higher for him. The pressure of his cock upon her sensitive asshole seemed to create an intense ecstasy that rippled up and down her creamy flesh. She was gasping and making soft hissing sounds as she shoved her spreading ass backwards.

Before his cock entered her burning asshole, Peggy shot her right hand between her thighs and gripped his dangling balls tightly. She writhed her naked ass in an erotic manner for his visual delight, urging him to fuck his cock up her asshole. The anticipation of taking her son’s cock up her ass caused her cunt to twitch, quiver, almost convulse. Her clit had already been quite swollen, but now it seemed about to burst apart with almost unbearable ecstasy. She felt her son’s fingers digging into her lips as he shoved the head of his cock hard against her asshole.

“Ohhhh!” she wailed, feeling the smooth roundness of his prick penetrate the ring of her tight asshole. “Ohhh, yes, yes, yes! Oh, God... yes!”

It had been so long since she had felt a hard throbbing cock up her ass, and Peggy’s mind soared with the sensations. She had always loved being fucked in the ass, but the feeling her son’s cock gave her was much better than she remembered. She swung her ass from side to side, the ring of her asshole squeezing tightly as Donny’s cock fucked as deep as his prick could go. She held his balls against her bubbling cunt, tightly, as if she were trying to stuff them inside.

“Ohhh, baby, baby!” she wailed. “Fuck it! Oh, God... fuck Mother up the ass! My hot ass... fuck my hot Goddamn asshole! Give it to me, Donny! Really give me a fuck up the ass.”

Donny made no reply.

He grunted with the perversity of fucking his mother in her asshole. With his fingers digging into her hips, he began to fuck his cock back and forth with vigor, his balls slapping against the wetness of her hairy cunt. Peggy turned loose of his bans, her fingers now clawing at the sheets with blazing, mindless ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her lips parted. She whimpered softly as the ecstasy flowed through her. The throbbing pulsations of her son’s cock could be felt with her sensitive, tight asshole, and she tightened it about his prick, trying to draw on his cock.

Bending her head down, she peered with liquid hot eyes, watching his balls slap rhythmically against her hair-rimmed cunt as his cock fucked excitedly into her asshole. The growing waves of tingling orgasms were building in the pit of her trembling stomach. It was the greatest feeling in the world to Peggy. Shaking her ass in a frenzy as her son fucked in and out almost brutally, she squealed and whimpered when her cunt started through waves of glowing orgasms. Goose bumps raised on her satiny flesh, bumps of intense ecstasy.

As she started to come, her asshole set up a flexing, drawing motion on her son’s deeply fucking cock. Her asshole squeezed and sucked at Donny’s prick with powerful, gripping muscles.

The throbbing of his cock became more pronounced, sending sparks of heat into Peggy’s ass. The burning, searing sensation of his cock fucking in and out of her asshole had her coming in powerful spasms.

“Come in me!” she screamed. “Come up my fucking ass, Donny! Oh, please, come in Mother’s hot, fucking asshole! I want it, baby, want to feel your cock coming in my ass!”

Hardly had the words erupted from her constricted throat then her son slammed hard against her upturned ass. His stomach slapped upon her satiny ass cheeks, his cock penetrated deeply, his balls smashed against her convulsing cunt. The come juice splashed from the piss hole of his cock in powerful spurts, flooding the depths of her fiery asshole. She could feel the throbbing of his squirting discharge within her sensitive ass ring, and it sent a mind-shattering orgasm bursting in and around her hairy pussy. Although her knees were drawn up beneath her body, arching her naked ass into the air, she felt a weakness come over them.

She slowly began to slump upon the bed, and her son moved along with her, his cock still deep inside her clutching asshole. She sprawled on her stomach, her long legs spread, her son between them, resting upon the round firmness of her shivering ass cheeks. She felt his lips kissing at her smooth back, between her shoulder blades.

Turning, she pulled her son into her arms and held him tightly, her spongy tits smashing almost flat against his chest.

“You see, darling,” she murmured, “you have no reason to screw around with Susy. You’ve got everything a young man could want with me.”

When he didn’t reply, she went on, “Don’t you see, Donny? There aren’t many girls that would let you fuck them up the ass. What does a girl like Susy know? I’ll fuck you anytime you want, suck your sweet cock off, and you can fuck my asshole when you want.”

Still Donny said nothing, and Peggy sensed he wasn’t paying much attention to her.

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The Widow's Horny Family

CHAPTER FOUR

If only what?

If only Susy’s parents weren’t so aloof, she thought. If only they relaxed and were more friendly. Buy they acted as if they thought they were better than others in the neighborhood. Not better, actually... they just didn’t seem to want anyone close to them.

It was a shame, Peggy thought, because both were good looking. But Peggy knew looks had nothing to do with a person’s sexual nature. A person did not have to be beautiful to be interested in fucking. In fact, she recalled a woman she and her husband had enjoyed. The woman wasn’t unattractive exactly, but she was certainly eager.

But she didn’t think this was the case with her next-door neighbors. She was almost certain they seldom fucked.

After she had dusted and straightened a few things, she went out into the back yard, pulling the hose out and setting the sprinkler going on the flower beds. She walked along the fence separating her yard from next door, looking at the flowers there. Glancing over the fence, she stopped in her tracks.

Susy’s mother was in the back yard, lying on a blanket.

Peggy would never have believed it.

The woman was on her stomach, her head resting on her folded arms, dozing in the sun. She also had on a bikini, one of the skimpiest bikinis Peggy had ever seen. In fact, she had not seen one like that in any store.

The woman was named Grace, a name that Peggy felt perfect for her. It was associated with old maids and people with a puritan outlook. But Grace looked anything but puritan now.

Peggy could see the cheeks of the woman’s ass and her long slim thighs. From what she could see, Grace apparently had nice-sized tits, too, from the bulge about her chest. The woman had rich dark hair, but it was usually up in a severe bun. Now it fanned about her head.

There was something appealing about the woman, Peggy realized, seeing her this way. She certainly didn’t look like the aloof, cool, detached female she had always seen before. For just a moment, Peggy considered calling out a greeting just to see Grace’s reaction, but decided that would be mean.

Grace lay with her feet toward Peggy, and Peggy looked at the curve of the woman’s ass, realizing that her ass swelled up very lovely.

From what she could see, Grace had creamy smooth flesh on her ass, and her thighs certainly looked beautiful. Grace shifted, and her legs parted. Peggy almost giggled when she found herself seeing the dark cunt hair swirling from the tight crotch of the bikini. She was sure Grace would die of shame if she knew someone was looking at her this way.

The sound of a door closing came to her, and she looked away from Grace. She saw the lovely girl come out of her house and skip to her mother. Peggy watched as Susy squatted at her mother’s side, saying something. Peggy saw the way Susy squatted, and gasped when she realized the crotch of Susy’s panties was fully exposed. She waited, thinking. Grace would certainly snap at her daughter, but it didn’t happen.

Susy stood up, smiling, and walked back into the house.

Strange behavior, she thought as she turned to go back into her own house. Perhaps those people next door weren’t as icy as she had been led to believe.

It was close to noon, and she wondered what to prepare for Donny’s lunch. He could have sandwiches, she thought as she opened the refrigerator, and a Coke.

As she fixed his lunch, she couldn’t get her mind off Grace, off that exquisite lovely body the woman tried hard to conceal. And of course Grace had to have noticed the way her daughter squatted. There was no way she could have missed seeing. Yet she had said nothing, in fact, had actually smiled at her daughter.

Very unusual...

Donny came in almost an hour later after she had fixed his lunch. The bread had dried out, and she had to prepare another.

“Mother, guess what?” he said excitedly.

She sat across from him, watching him eat. His eyes were bright, shining.

“I wouldn’t even try,” she smiled.

“I’m gonna fuck Susy!”

Peggy’s breath caught. “You’re going to what?”

“Susy said I could fuck her,” he said again. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, honey,” Peggy said. “Not a good idea at all.”

His face fell. “Aw, Mother... she told me I could.”

“Donny, I’m not trying to stop you from fucking some hot-ass, but Susy... well, think about it.”

It was obvious that he wanted to get his cock into that cunt. She understood his feelings, but her misgivings were strong. There must be some way to turn his desire from Susy, but she didn’t know what more to do. She had fucked him, sucked his cock, allowed him to feel anyplace on her body.

So what more could she do?

Looking at her downcast son, an idea began forming in her mind. There was no doubt that Donny would enjoy it. He would love anything, she knew.

“Honey, why don’t you spend an hour or so this afternoon with me?”

“Sure, Mother,” he said, brightening a bit. “You know I will. What do you have in mind?”

She gave him a lewd wink. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

They went into the living room, and Peggy slumped to the couch, her ass almost hanging over. She spread her knees and began fondling herself, rubbing her hand lightly up and down the crotch of her panties. She saw Donny’s eyes start to burn with desire, and the front of his shorts began to protrude with a lovely swelling hard-on.

“Take it out, darling,” she murmured with a husky voice. “Take your beautiful cock out and let Mother see it.”

Donny shoved aside his shorts and exposed his cock and balls. Peggy loved looking at her son’s cock so much, and, as she gazed at his prick with hot eyes, she slipped her panties off. Her son’s eyes turned glassy as he watched his mother moving her fingers about the thick cunt hair and puffy pink pussy lips of her fiery cunt. His cock throbbed and swelled into intense hardness, his prick head so deliciously lovely, his sweet balls below. Spreading the lips of her hairy cunt, Peggy rubbed at her swollen clit, then dipped her finger into her pussy. She watched her son with smoky eyes as she openly fingerfucked herself. Then she pulled her finger from her cunt, lifting it and letting her son see the moisture clinging to it. Then Peggy plunged her cunt-wet finger into her mouth and thrust it back and forth, sucking and licking the juice of her own pussy from it, making soft, mewling noises.

Her son was gripping his cock tightly, his fist jerking up and down as his excitement increased from what his mother was doing. Lifting her right leg, she bent it at the knee until it touched her tit. Shoving her hand beneath her creamy ass, she fucked a finger into her cunt once more, then a second finger entered the tightness of her asshole.

“Oh, wow!” Donny gurgled.

“Mmmmmm, feels good,” Peggy whispered throatily as she fucked a finger up her cunt and asshole. “I love it.”

He stood up and started toward her, still gripping his cock. Peggy lifted her other hand to stop him.

“Wait,” she said. “Take your shorts off!” Donny was halfway across the room. He stopped where he was, shoving his shorts down and stepping out of them. Peggy stated at her son, her eyes raking up and down his naked body. His cock stood firm, almost at a forty-five-degree angle to his stomach, his balls growing tight with eagerness. “Now come to Mother,” she moaned.

Donny approached, his eyes on her cunt. Peggy opened her blouse so her tits were exposed, her nipples very hard. Pulling her skirt to her waist, she scooted her ass farther yet to the edge of the cushion. The round cheeks of her ass writhed slightly as she shoved her legs wide, her pussy hair framing her pulsating cunt beautifully. “Honey, wouldn’t you like to give Mother’s cunt a kiss? YOU haven’t even kissed my pussy, baby. Kiss it for me. Kiss my hot cunt, darling!”

Donny did not hesitate. She was elated as her son dropped to his knees without so much as a sound. He ran his hands along her creamy thighs, about her hips. He stroked the thick hair of his mother’s pussy, then her puffy cunt lips with his fingertip. He stared at her inflamed clit, and Peggy placed her hand on his head, urging his face between her thighs.

Her son’s lips touched the wetness of her cunt, and Peggy whimpered with bubbling pleasure. She lifted her ass and wiggled her crotch into her son’s face. Donny ran his hands behind her hips, curling his fingers about those firm, luscious ass cheeks of his mother. His eyes bluing with excitement, he opened his mouth and pressed his lips against her seeping cunt, his tongue fluttering.

“Oooo, yes, yes!” Peggy wailed as her son’s tongue licked swiftly about her steaming clit. “Lick my cunt, Donny! Oh, I love to be tonguefucked!”

Her son’s tongue rapidly stabbed into her pussy, his hands holding her ass tight. Peggy squealed with intense delight as her son began fucking his tongue in and out of her fiery, wet pussy. She lifted her ass and began to make grinding motions into his face, her green eyes burning as she saw his nose buried into her thick cunt hair. She closed her hot, satiny thighs against his head as she writhed and tossed her crotch into his face.

Peggy, usually in a high state of arousal, became so inflamed with erotic ecstasy that her cunt was spasming about her son’s fucking tongue, the orgasms feeling like warm waves crashing upon her, but with growing power and force. The lips of her cunt flexed in convulsions about his tongue, the way her pussy did when a cock was fucking into her.

Peggy was gurgling hotly as her son fucked wildly into her boiling cunt, her moans incoherent but quite loud. She lifted her cunt and slammed her pussy into her son’s face, grinding furiously as she felt her orgasms growing more powerful, the shattering of them making her tits tighten and her body shake.

The sounds that came from her son’s buried mouth sent thrills racing up and down her spine. They told her of his enjoyment at eating her pussy. There was a gathering of forces in the pit of her stomach, and Peggy began to scream, the sound starting low but growing with intensity as her orgasms threatened to destroy her completely.

With a jerking motion, she banged her convulsing cunt harshly into her son’s face, grinding mindlessly. Donny kept his tongue slashing at his mother’s cunt, but as her orgasms still continued relentlessly, he closed his lips about her swollen, throbbing clit and sucked hard, his tongue beating rapidly against the sensitive tip.

Donny pulled his face from his mother’s hair-rimmed pussy only when her ass slumped. He sat back on his heels, his cock tearing up and dripping. His face was smeared with the slippery juices of his mother’s pussy, and he licked his tongue over his lips. His eyes shined happily, as if he had just accomplished something no one else ever had.

Peggy sat forward, gathering her son into her arms and hugging him tightly, his face against her naked tits. “Oh, you’re so sweet to me, baby!” she cooed. “That was wonderful! My God... you sucked my cunt as if you’ve been doing it for years! You haven’t been holding out on me, have you?”

“I’ve never did that before, Mother,” he said.

“You were like a kid with candy for the first time in years.” She smiled at him. “You must have enjoyed it.”

“I loved it, Mother! Your cunt tastes good! I wonder if Susy’s pussy tastes as good.”

Peggy knew she had failed in getting his mind off the girl. There just had to be some way, some way to divert his erotic desire away from Susy.

“Sit on the couch, darling,” she said in a husky voice. “After that tongue fucking you gave me, you deserve something nice in return.”

With his cock about to burst, Donny quickly sat on the couch. Peggy scooted to the floor, sitting at his feet. She shoved his knees apart and began stroking his hard cock and fondling his balls, using both her hands. Donny moved his ass forward as his mother had done, anticipating her hot, wet mouth on his cock.

Peggy kissed the inside of her son’s thighs with her hot lips, her green eyes blazing up at his cock wrapped in her fist. Shoving her tongue out, she licked his thighs, going from one to the other, licking the sensitive inner portions, circling her tongue close to his balls. She shoved her tongue far out, then began to bounce his balls up and down, her fist keeping up the slow jacking motions of his throbbing cock.

Finally she began to circle his balls with the tip of her tongue. She traced about his balls and the base of her son’s cock, making soft whimpering sounds of pleasure. Sliding her tongue down again, she shoved it beneath her son’s balls and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Taking Donny’s balls into her mouth, she sucked at them gently, running her tongue about the wrinkled flesh. After a bit, she let his balls fall away and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, flicking it over the smooth head of his prick. At the piss hole she tapped her tongue against it, tasting the seeping fuck juices that bubbled up. Peggy ran her tongue all about his swollen cockhead, then took his prick into her mouth. With her hair swirling, she began to suck up and down her son’s cock, taking his prick deep.

Donny’s eyes were fiery as they stared down at his mother’s cock-filled mouth, his hips pumping to meet the down thrust of her devouring lips. Peggy gurgled with ecstasy, loving the hardness of her son’s cock between her hot, tight, slippery lips. She loved the way his prick brushed at her throat when she sucked deep, loved the smoothness of his cock head as her tongue swirled and lapped. Best of all, she loved the taste of his dripping fuck juices against her tongue.

When she pulled her stretched lips from his cock, Donny grunted a protest. “I was gonna come, Mother!”

“I know, lover,” she said softly. “But don’t worry, you’ll come... and it’s going to be fantastic!”

She lifted his knees and shoved them against his chest. “Hold your knees there, baby,” she said.

With Donny holding his knees, Peggy stared into his crotch. His balls were beautiful, his cock throbbing. The cheeks of his ass parted, and the pucker of his asshole was in view. Shoving her face down, Peggy began to run her tongue about the cheeks of her son’s ass. He grunted with surprise, but his eyes flashed with pleasure.

Peggy licked the cheeks of his ass, then she fluttered the tip of her tongue deep, scraping across her son’s asshole. Opening her lips, she pressed them tightly against his ass. With a sucking motion, she plunged her tongue into her son’s asshole quickly. Donny gasped, but he held his knees tightly against his chest. Peggy, her tongue fucking into his tight asshole, his balls pressed against her nose, gripped his cock and began jacking his prick with a wild flurry of motion. Plunging her tongue deep into his asshole, she could just barely peek past his cock and watch his face. Her son’s eyes blazed with erotic ecstasy as he lifted his ass against her face. When Donny began a rocking motion, Peggy pulled her tongue out of his puckered tightness, up over his balls, to the base of his cock, then down again.

Once more she thrust her tongue into his asshole, fucking with intense delight. She felt his cock throbbing harder in her tight fist, and her green eyes watched his swollen prick head closely. His cock was dripping more and more, and his prick head was seemingly growing larger.

Peggy’s tongue fucked deep into her son’s asshole. She felt his asshole flexing around her tongue as her lips sucked. She anticipated his pleasure, eagerly watching for him to start coming. Her fist gripped his cock hard at the base, squeezing and no longer jerking up and down.

She heard him grunt.

Quickly, her tongue pulled from his tight asshole and she raced it against his balls. Her gaze was still on the head of his cock as the first gush of come juice erupted. The white glob of come juice flew almost half a foot into the air. With a loud squeal, Peggy lifted her head quickly and, just as the spurt of come juice fell to his stomach, closed her lips about the head of his cock in time to catch the other spurts. The thick, creamy sweetness of his come juice coated her tongue, making her eyes roll with ecstasy. Each squirt of his come juice splashed against her cheeks, and she began to swallow with a greedy, liquid sound.

Peggy clung to her son’s cock as he came.

Her lips were wrapped about the head, her fist still tight at the base. Her mouth filled time and again, sending sparks of ecstasy between her thighs. She wailed around his cock as a shattering orgasm burst within her cunt.

Falling forward, Peggy still had her son’s cock inside her mouth as the small pool of come juice on his stomach smeared her cheek. She could hear her son gasping, and her own breaths came in choking pants.

Releasing her son’s cock, she sat back on the floor, his come juices glistening on her cheek. Slowly her son reined, his feet back on the floor.

“Well, how was that?” she asked.

“You sure know how to drain a guy, Mother,” he panted.

“Of course I do,” she laughed. “That’s because I love to suck cock, and I have this deliciously dirty mind... just like you, you horny shit!” She slapped him playfully on the hip. “That should cool your balls for a while.”

But as her son pulled his jogging shorts back on, she knew very well it wouldn’t cool him off. Her son, she knew could not go long without more pussy. He was as insatiable as she was now that they had started this. The problem was that Donny, she knew, wanted to fuck Susy. She knew that no matter what she did for him, he was soon going to get his hands into the girl’s panties, and his cock inside her sugary cunt.

She watched him leave the house, knowing very well that he was going to be with Susy ma short time. Getting to her feet, pulling her panties up, she wandered into her bedroom for a shower.

There was a feeling of apprehension growing within her about Donny’s desire for Susy. She didn’t feel any fear, strangely enough, but a sort of tension of some impending incident. She ate dinner alone, wondering where Donny was.

He had never been so late before. She wasn’t really worried because, despite his manner, he seldom gave her cause to be concerned. But when he still had not come home by ten that evening, she began to worry.