Janice moved her fingers, and Bobby turned loose of his cock. She closed her fingers about her son’s prick through his thin pajama bottoms. She squeezed her son’s cock.
Then Janice shoved her hand into his pajama bottoms, closing her hot hand around his prick. It was very, very hard, throbbing and quivering. She squeezed it hard enough to make her son gasp with delight. Then she moved her fist.
“Oh, Mom!” Bobby groaned, arching his hips forward as she slid her fist back and forth on his cock.
“Shhhhh!” she hissed. “You watch the girl… don’t worry about what I’m doing. Just watch the girl with her pillow, darling.”
The feel of his cock in her fist sent a ripple of erotic ecstasy shooting through her. Her knees became weak and her cunt twitched as if she were about to come. She traced her thumb over the smooth head of her son’s cock, then smiled to herself in the darkness. There were slippery juices there on his piss hole.
Releasing his prick, she shoved her hand farther into his pajamas, fondling his balls. She found only a few hairs there. She caressed her son’s balls for a while, then grasped his cock again. She jacked back and forth on it, feeling his body shake with delight. He kept his gaze on the girl next door, bracing himself on his windowsill while she pumped on his throbbing cock.
Janice shoved his pajama bottoms down, and ran her hand over his tight ass. Bobby was shivering and groaning with delight as she ran her hand over his tight ass. Scooting her other hand to his cock, she began to jack on it and caress his ass cheeks at the same time.
“You like to watch that girl, honey?” she murmured, stroking back and forth, with her fingers tightening and flexing. She cupped a cheek of his ass, digging her fingers into it. “Do you enjoy watching her, seeing her naked, doing that with the pillow?”
“Gosh, yes!” her son grunted.
“Keep watching her, darling,” she whispered in a thick sound. “You just keep watching her.”
Janice knew what she was doing, but the compulsion was strong, too strong for her to resist. She began to sink to her knees, still clasping her son’s ass cheek in one hand and his cock in the other. While Bobby stared at the girl fucking her pillow, Janice pressed her hot lips to her son’s hip, kissing it moistly. With the contact of his flesh against her hot, wet lips, something flared inside her mind. She pulled at Bobby’s hips, and then her face was level with his thrusting cock.
“Keep watching the girl, darling,” she hissed at him. Taking her son’s hips in both hands now, Janice placed a hot kiss on the very tip of her son’s cock. It was slippery. She tasted the dripping juices from her son’s piss hole. A low, almost animal-like growl bubbled from her.
Her mouth opened.
The head of her son’s cock was between her lips. Then, unable to stop herself, her lips closed about the head of her son’s cock. She heard Bobby groan with pleasure, and his hips arched forward. Sliding her hands past his hips, she clutched at his tight ass, her fingers digging into the taut flesh. As her lips clung tightly and hotly to his cock, she flicked her tongue about his piss hole. The taste of him sent her mind into a reeling, erotic ecstasy.
With a loud whimper, Janice shoved her face forward. Her wet hot lips slid along her son’s throbbing cock until they were pressed at the base. She felt his swollen cock head probe her throat, his precious balls against her chin. For a long moment, Janice was startled by what she had done, what she had in her mouth. But the ecstasy overcame any other thought.
Mewling, she began to suck on her son’s cock. The way it throbbed, the intense hardness of it, sent a wild, intense ripple of pleasure down to her cunt. She began to come as her mouth devoured his prick with eager, hungry strokes. Her tongue licked wetly along the underside. His balls brushed at her chin. She felt her son holding her shoulders as he gasped in pleasure. She glanced up, his cock still stuffing her mouth. He was still staring out the window, which meant the girl was probably still fucking her pillow. Her son’s cock throbbed powerfully inside her mouth, and Janice began to suck on it with a hungry frenzy.
Her fingers dug into his tight ass, pushing and pulling on him, trying to get her son to fuck her mouth. But her son stood rigid, letting her suck his cock. Janice sucked strong and vigorously, mewling, her tongue in constant motion. The taste of his dripping juices sent spasms through her cunt, and she swayed her ass with the hot orgasms that were coming one after the other.
Bobby’s cock was so hard in her hot mouth. She ran one hand up and down his thigh as she sucked, the other hand clinging to his ass tightly. The moist sounds of her sucking mingled with his heavy breathing. She felt her son’s cock throbbing more powerfully in her mouth.
“She’s coming, Mom!”
The words struck her ears, making her suck furiously on her son’s cock. Anticipation began to build in Janice. If her son could come, she wanted him to do so now. She wanted his cock to squirt into her mouth, flood it with the precious sweetness of his balls.
She sucked frantically.
She felt her son’s hand resting on top of her head. His hips were shaking as she sucked furiously, her lips sliding back and forth on his throbbing cock hungrily. The pulsations of her son’s cock against her tight, wet lips transmitted down her throat, racing downward, until her cunt was exploding with orgasms. Her hair was waving back and forth, her eyes closed, as she savored this taste of her son’s cock. Her mouth felt stuffed, her lips stretched, and her mind was roaring with erotic ecstasy.
Her son grunted.
She tasted a gush of hot, foamy come juice. Janice mewled as his cock spurted again. Quickly, she pulled her lips back until she held only the swollen head between them, her tongue flicking rapidly about his spewing piss hole. She sucked hard as her tongue flapped about his smooth cock head, her mouth filling with the nectar of his sweet balls. She was trembling as she sucked, her tits swelling and the nipples pressing through the fabric of her gown against his shaking thighs. She clawed at his tight ass. When Bobby squirted one last discharge of come juice, Janice whimpered and swallowed, then pulled his prick deep into her burning mouth once again. She held him there, reluctant to let this delicious cock free.
Letting his prick slip from her mouth, she stood up, not looking at her son. She felt a twinge of guilt now that it was over. The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth, sweet and pleasant.
“Have you seen her before?” Janice asked in a very low voice. “That girl there, I mean?”
“Yes, Mom,” he replied, his voice shaky. “Almost every night.”
Her son, seemed embarrassed about what happened, too. There were a few moments of heavy silence.
“Have you seen the man, Mom?”
She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’ve seen him.”
Again there was an uncomfortable silence. They were both still standing at the window, looking across the fence. The girl had drawn her knees underneath her body, her ass high in the air and pointed toward Janice and her son. Janice felt her hip come in contact with her son’s body. He was still trembling. She drew her hip away.
She stood with her hands dangling at her sides, watching the girl across the way, but her mind was on her son. The girl was not as interesting to her as what she had just done with Bobby. She felt his hand move against hers, and then they were holding hands. She felt her son tighten his fingers against hers.
“There he is again, Mom.”
Her eyes focused, and there was the man.
Again he was in jockey shorts. His hand was inside them, and it was obvious he was fondling his cock and balls. They stood side by side, squeezing hands as the man slipped his cock from the crotch of his shorts and began to jack off. He stood next to the bed tonight. Janice recalled that the man had gazed under her skirt as she sat in the car, and he had seen her pantied ass when her skirt had ripped. She wondered if he mentally used that as he jerked on his prick.
“Gosh, Mom,” Bobby gasped. “He’s got a big one, huh?”
Janice didn’t know how t
o reply to that. Her eyes were fixed upon the man’s prick, and she squeezed her son’s hand. The excitement was gripping her again. Her cunt was bubbling wetly between her thighs.
Bobby pulled at his mother’s hand. She gasped softly as he placed it upon the front of his body. His pajamas were still around his feet, and she found her son placing her palm against his cock and balls in a bold manner. Her fingers squeezed gently, rolling and tugging his balls and cock together as she felt him swell into hardness again.
As if mesmerized, Janice took her son’s hand and pulled him toward the bed. Her cunt was about to melt, it was so hot.
Bobby came with her, uncomplaining.
She sat on his bed, with her son between her knees. Although the room was dark, she could see the dim haziness of his cock standing straight out. With a cry of mixed guilt and ecstasy, she wrapped her fingers about his prick and stroked back and forth.
His body was trembling again as Janice pulled her gown past her hips, bunching it about her waist.
No words passed between them as she lay back, spreading her legs wide. She guided her son between them, placed his cock against the hairy, steaming lips of her cunt. Closing her thighs against his, she felt her son shake almost violently. With the head of his cock at her puffy cunt, Janice took hold of his hips, then pulled him forward.
His cock slipped into her pussy.
“Ooooh!” Janice mewled softly when she felt her son’s cock slide into her cunt.
Her body shuddered with the first penetration, and she held his hips so he could not eagerly thrust into her. Again she felt a momentary twinge of guilt. But the ecstasy of feeling his cock just inside her cunt over-rode the feeling. With her hands still on his hips, she pulled him forward again. His prick moved deeper, and she was mewling as her son’s cock filled her burning cunt. When his balls brushed the creamy cheeks of her ass, Janice lifted her legs and pulled them to her tits, holding them there. Still without a word being said, she felt her son probing at her cunt with his cock. His movements were uncoordinated, inexperienced. But she held her knees tight against her tits, letting him learn. Soon, his cock was fucking into her greedy cunt with exuberant lunges. He was gasping as he fucked his mother, and Janice was whimpering with ecstasy.
There was no thought of the girl and man next door now. There was no thought of anything in her mind except her son’s cock thrusting into her… his balls beating upon her uplifted ass. Janice raised her ass higher yet, arching it into him, wiggling it about, as her son began to fuck with more excitement.
Although she felt it was only her overheated imagination, Janice thought she could feel each ridge and groove of her son’s strong cock with the sensitive lips of her hairy cunt. It throbbed and pulsated hotly inside her, going quite deep. She began to grind her ass about frantically as he placed his hands on the backs of her thighs, pumping and puffing hotly. The sounds erupting from her were the sounds of a woman experiencing intense ecstasy. Her cunt was going through a series of convulsions, her orgasms crashing one after the other. Her pussy was drawing tightly on her son’s cock as he banged back and forth. The subtle muscles of her cunt sucked and chewed on his prick, her stomach rippling as she squirmed her ass about in a frenzy.
Both Janice and her son were too excited for it to last long. The excitement clutched them hotter and hotter as he plunged vigorously into her grinding cunt. The waves of tight, squeezing orgasms around Bobby’s cock was too much at this time.
He grunted loudly, and save in to the urge to push.
With his cock deep inside her cunt, his body rigid, his face straining, Janice felt her son come off in her pussy. When the gushing heat of his come juice splashed into her, flooding the satiny, slippery walls of her pussy, she came in one final, mind-shattering orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
The following morning, Janice was almost afraid to face her son.
After he had fucked her so gloriously, she had slipped from his room. Everything had happened without them speaking. She had drawn him to the bed and pulled her gown up, exposed her cunt and drew his cock into it. There had not been a word between them whatsoever.
Pulling her robe about her body in the early morning, she entered the kitchen and prepared coffee. It was still early for her son, and he was sleeping soundly. As she sat drinking her coffee, she could not prevent a smile that appeared on her face. Bobby should sleep good and hard, she thought. It wasn’t everyday a boy his age received a blow job and a good fucking from his mother. He was probably exhausted, she felt.
Her mind turned to the man next door and his lovely daughter. They must certainly be frustrated, she thought. Both of them masturbating that way. The man she could understand; she had never seen him with a woman, and he was always at home with his daughter in the evenings. It was obvious to Janice the man was highly sexual. And, so it seemed, was his daughter.
She ran her tongue over her lips as she recalled how her son had gushed into her mouth. Her question of his ability to come had certainly been answered, and answered very well.
When her son came in for breakfast, rubbing his sleepy eyes, he wore the bottom of his pajamas. Janice found her eyes going immediately to the front of them. With a blush, she jerked her eyes away.
“Good morning, Mom,” he said, yawning and scratching at his chest.
She replied and watched him slump into a chair across from her. She searched his face carefully.
After a while, Bobby got up and walked to the refrigerator. He poured himself a glass of milk, drinking it down quickly. The refrigerator was behind Janice. She lifted her cup of coffee and started to take a sip.
The coffee splashed over the rim and onto the tablecloth.
Her son had come up behind her and draped a hand over her shoulder, and his hand now cupped one firm tit through her robe. Janice went rigid, a gasp escaping her mouth. She sat in a frozen attitude, eyes wide. She felt his fingers exploring the roundness of her tit. She felt the tingling sensation on her swelling nipple, a sensation that raced down and between her thighs.
Then her son’s other hand was moving on her other tit. Janice was moaning softly as he fondled her tits. Her arms were rigid, elbows on the table, the coffee cup still in her hand and splashing more coffee onto the cloth. Then her son’s hands moved inside her robe, underneath her gown. Janice swallowed as her son began to massage her tits in an inexperienced way. The way his fingers crushed her firm tits excited her, and a gurgle came out before she could suppress it. Her nipples had become fiery hot against his palms, and his hands scalded her tits like boiling liquid.
She managed to set the shaking cup down, and spread her fingers on the table. As her son fondled her tits, she curled her fingers until they were fists. But they were not fists of anger; she was excited, intensely so.
She felt her son trying to lift her. Not knowing what he wanted, she stood. She felt him move the chair away, and then he was lifting her robe and gown in back. She shivered as her son held her robe and gown high, knowing he was looking at her exposed ass and thighs. She braced herself with her hands flat on the table.
She felt a gentle pressure against her back. She leaned over. With more pressure, she had her upper body bent over the table, her robe and gown at her waist. She knew her ass was fully revealed to her son, knew he was excited by the view. She shivered as her son’s hands moved over her creamy ass, over her thighs, back up again. He cupped a cheek in each hand, squeezing. Then he had a hand between her thighs and was fondling her hairy cunt.
Janice mewled as his finger dipped into her pussy, wiggling about. “Fuck me!”
Janice was startled by what she yelped.
Her son giggled.
“Oh, God! I didn’t mean to…” she wailed, ashamed of what she had said.
Then she whimpered with ecstasy.
She felt her son’s cock sliding into her cunt from behind. Involuntarily, she wiggled her naked ass as he shoved his cock deep. “Oooh, yes!”
Her son was holding her hips a
s he began to plunge his cock back and forth, fucking her. Through the heat of her desire, she sensed her son was not as jerky in his movements this morning. This morning, he seemed to know exactly what to do, how to lunge back and forth without being so shaky. His cock felt huge inside her pussy, stretching her sensitive cunt lips as he stuffed it. She felt his balls banging upon her thighs and ass. She wiggled and waggled her ass as the excitement grew more intense. She could hear her son grunting behind her. She began to grind and gyrate her naked ass as he fucked vigorously up her hairlined cunt.
“Oh, baby, baby!” she wailed as her fingers clawed at the tablecloth. “Oh, God, Bobby! Ohhh! Ahhh, darling!”
“Mom… Mom… Mom!” Bobby chanted with each powerful thrust of his cock.
She felt her clitoris become painfully distended, swollen into a fiery knot. Her cunt was so wet, she could hear moist, sucking sounds as her son drove his prick in and out. His prick felt very hard. It was throbbing as it went deep. Bobby seemed to enjoy plunging his cock as far as he could into her cunt and holding it there for a moment, grinding from side to side, then withdrawing to thrust again.
The orgasms started once more. At first they were slow and mild, and the series of convulsions sent ecstasy flowing through her. Then she was whimpering softly, urging her son to fuck her harder and faster.
“More! More!” she whimpered faintly. “Fuck hard and fast, baby! Oh, God… more!”
Janice’s cunt tightened on her son’s, cock. It squeezed at his prick, sucking and drawing in that liquid heat. Her son was now fucking her so fast and hard that his cock actually slipped from her cunt, only to plunge back in. That was something new to her, and she screamed a long wail of delight.
Then her son lunged against her, his lower stomach tight upon her creamy ass cheeks. His cock was deep, throbbing. The gushing of his sweet come juice flooded her receptive cunt, sending Janice into a shattering orgasm of one final spasm. Her son held himself deep inside her as he came, and when he finished, his cock remained there. Janice felt his body shaking against, her ass, and she, too, was reluctant to let it end.
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