Again they changed places.
While Sally struggled, with mewling hunger, to take as much of Donny’s cock as she could into her mouth, Marilyn licked and sucked at her son’s balls. Underneath his thighs, Sally had moved her hand and pushed it up Marilyn’s dress. The hot little girl rubbed at Marilyn’s pantied cunt, applying pressure, making Marilyn coo with ecstasy. She had gotten her hand under Sally’s panties and was working a finger into that succulent, tight pussy as she sucked her son’s balls.
Again, without a word passing between them, Marilyn and Sally began to Donny’s hard throbbing cock back and forth, each sucking in turn. While Sally sucked and licked about the swollen head, Marilyn was licking up and down the shaft. When she had his prick in her mouth, she had to leave enough of her son’s cock for Sally to lick. Often, as they passed his prick between them, they would kiss one another, and this seemed to inflame Donny as much as the two women.
As she sucked Donny’s cock with Sally, Marilyn was thinking of the man Sally mentioned.
The idea of meeting this man, perhaps inviting him to her home, excited her. She could experience being fucked by her son and him at the same time. The idea of feeling a cock thrusting into her cunt and one in her mouth at the same time was exciting. She wondered, with her tongue sliding about Donny’s balls, if she could get a prick into her cunt and asshole at the same time. It was certainly something she wanted to attempt. Then, there was Sally too. Perhaps they both take on Donny and this man that seemed so interested in the little girl.
As she changed places with Sally, taking her son’s cock deep into her mouth while the little girl licked at his balls. Marilyn was visualizing two hard cocks penetrating her body, or Sally’s. There was no doubt that Sally would love to be fucked and suck a cock at the same time. Sally had a mind that was as erotic as her own, and she certainly had a hot little pussy! She had started sucking on Donny’s cock without any suggestion whatsoever and Marilyn felt Sally would do anything with a cock.
Donny was starting to wiggle and squirm, his moans more pronounced. They broke through Marilyn’s erotic mind and she sensed her son would soon be gushing. She sucked harder and faster at his cock, but wanted to be sure his prick was inside Sally’s mouth when he came. She wanted to see the little girl’s reaction. If Sally didn’t enjoy it, some of her dreams of erotic sex would disappear. To be absolutely erotic and enjoy sex to the fullest, Marilyn knew a man and woman had to be not only willing, but eager to do almost everything possible with a cunt and cock, to use every hole available.
Donny was twisting his naked ass about faster now, his groans louder. Marilyn lifted her mouth from his prick and arched it toward Sally’s waiting mouth. Sally closed her hot lips about the swollen head of Donny’s cock and Marilyn did not shove her own mouth to his balls as before. With intense eyes, she watched for Sally’s reaction when her son flooded her hot little mouth with come juice. She kept her finger moving in and out of that gripping wet cunt, urging Sally on.
Donny lifted his hips, trying to stuff more of his swollen prick into Sally’s sucking mouth. Then, with a grunt of ecstasy, he came.
Marilyn saw Sally’s eyes widen as Donny’s cock spurted thick, sweet come juice into her mouth. For just a moment, Sally seemed undecided as to what she should do and come juice began to escape the tightness of her lips, running along the shaft of Donny’s cock. Those blue eyes became glazed and suddenly Sally gurgled.
Marilyn saw that slim throat work and knew Sally was swallowing Donny’s come juice with excited ecstasy.
Marilyn moved her tongue out to lick away the river of come juice that had come from Sally’s tight lips before she began to swallow, mewling with delight. Then without warning, she pulled her son’s cock from Sally’s mouth and caught one last squirt of her son’s come juice.
Sally was whimpering as she watched Marilyn’s lips and tongue suck up the white juice.
Marilyn felt Sally’s tight cunt squeeze about her buried finger, and knew the girl was coming. She rammed her finger in and out of the girl’s pussy swiftly, increasing the power of Sally’s orgasm as she sucked the head of her son’s cock.
When Donny allowed his ass to fall back, his breathing harsh, Marilyn pulled her mouth from his prick. She leaned across her son and kissed Sally, taking her finger out of the clasping cunt. Running her tongue about the girl’s lips, she licked away the last traces of Donny’s cock juice.
“Now.” Marilyn said, “You two play while I get us something to drink. There’s something I want to talk over with you.”
When she came back with iced tea, she found her son and Sally holding each other, kissing and feeling. She placed the tea on the table and sat, watching them for awhile. Sally had removed her panties and her frilly dress was about her waist. One pink, small tit was exposed and Donny sucked on it as his hand moved about the tight ass of the writhing, gasping girl. Sally had a tight grip on Donny’s cock, pumping it excitedly.
Marilyn pulled her dress to her waist and lifted her knees, spreading them out. She watched with burning eyes and began to rub at her cunt. Sliding her hand inside the tight crotch of her panties, she moved a finger in and out of her pussy, her eyes burning as she watched her son and this sweet, young girl.
In her mind she was thinking of the man Sally had mentioned. If he showed that blatant of an interest in a girl of Sally’s age, then there would be no problem at all.
She watched as Sally began to straddle her son, her creamy little ass flashing in the sunlight. Slipping from the chair, she sat on the redwood deck and held her son’s cock as Sally moved her fine cunt onto the head of it.
Leaning over and resting her cheek on her son’s thighs, she gazed at the sweet ass, seeing that pink, so very hot and wet cunt fucking Donny’s cock. She fondled her son’s balls again as Sally bounced up and down with squeals of pleasure.
She imagines what it would be like with this man Sally talked about, and she knew it would be good, very good.
She began to make plans, erotic plans in her mind. She twisted at her son’s cock gently, watching that tight cunt hold him, sliding up and down. The tight pucker of Sally’s asshole winked at her.
Marilyn moved her head along her son’s thighs, and began to run the tip of her tongue about that hot asshole, finding it easy to lick at that blondehaired cunt as it moved on Donny’s cock.
Marilyn didn’t need to hear the squeal of ecstasy coming from Sally to know the little girl was in orgasm. The flexing of her asshole against her tongue told her that. As Sally came she raced her cunt up and down Donny’s cock so swiftly, Marilyn could hardly lick her asshole. Shoving in tight, she tasted come juice seeping from the tight lips of Sally’s cunt, and her mind reeled as a throbbing orgasm ripped through her own body.
She kept her mouth pressed against her son’s cock and Sally’s cunt until the two stopped trembling. Then, after giving her son’s balls a kiss, and licking the cheeks of Sally’s ass, she drew back.
Slapping the little girl on her glowing ass cheek, she said. “Come on you two. We’ve got something to do.”
Sally turned over, her legs spread wide, her succulent cunt glistening. “What are we going to do, Marilyn?” she asked.
Marilyn stood up, gathering her skirt about her waist and doing a playful bump and grind for them. “That man you mentioned, Sally.”
“What about him?” she asked.
“Would you like to fuck him?”
Sally giggled. “I think so.”
“Then get your panties on.” Marilyn replied, smoothing her skirt over her long thighs. “Donny, put your shorts back on. We’re going to town and see if we can find him!”
THE END
AB-5353 “HARDER!” MOM SAID
CHAPTER ONE
Sabrina tossed the sheets from her sweating body.
The lighted digital clock on her bedside table indicated three in the morning.
She was perspiring heavily, and the images of her dream still swirled around in her mi
nd.
With a moan she flung her arm over her eyes in an attempt to blot the scenes away. But they remained, as she knew they would. Nothing would make them go away, nothing.
The dreams had started two weeks ago and came to her every night without fail.
This one had been particularly bad for her.
She had been driven in her car to a desolate spot outside of town. There she was taken before a group of boys and girls sitting around a huge campfire. She had not known any of the boys and girls, they were all complete strangers to her. The only person she had known was the one who had driven her — her son.
As dreams often are, there were no explanations of how she had gotten into the car, whether willingly or not. So much was missing from the dream, she had so many questions. Why her son had driven her to this strange gathering was another mystery to her. Why he was even involved made no sense to her.
After arriving at the bonfire, her son had taken her arm and pulled her near the fire, standing her in front of the boys and girls. Although there was conversation, Sabrina could not make out words or else she did not remember them. That part came later in the dream.
She had been forced to stand there, outlined by the flames behind her. Why she was being forced she had no idea, nor did she understand why she had allowed it to happen. The boys and girls were all dressed in shorts, but the girls wore no tops. Their tits were naked and free, with rigid nipples, their flesh glowing in the reflection of the fire. Even her son wore shorts and she wanted to call him as he took his place next to a beautiful girl with lovely tits. She had tried to speak, but found her voice was gone.
As she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, the sheets at the foot of the bed, her body soaked with sweat, she recalled the rest of the dream, feeling shamed and humiliated.
She had stood before the group of boys and girls for what seemed hours, without any control over her legs, wishing she could walk away, leave them. Her hands seemed frozen at her hips, and although she held her head high, tears of degradation had streamed from her light-blue eyes.
“Take ‘em off!” came a harsh demand.
As if she had been rehearsed, Sabrina had opened her blouse and removed it. Then at the command of some unseen girl, she had unhooked her bra and let it fall. In the dream, her blouse and bra fell into the flames.
“Put your shoulders back… make your tits stick out!”
Things were called out to her, directions insisting that she do this, do that, turn left, turn right. And she had obeyed them all like a robot. The feeling of shame went deep as she pulled her shoulders back, arching her tits outward, her nipples rigid. As she sobbed with humiliation, there were comments made about her tits and nipples, voices of both boys and girls.
Gazing at the darkened ceiling of the bedroom, Sabrina wondered why her son’s voice was never joined with those of the others. She had known, in the dream, that he was there, watching her, condoning this, having brought her there. But all the voices were alien to her, unknown. She recognized none of them.
She saw boys fondling rounded, firm tits now, cupping and squeezing, pinching hard nipples. Even her son, she saw, was caressing the tits of the girl next to him. But all those glowing eyes were on her, on her body.
The command came from a boy to remove her skirt, and Sabrina’s face burned with shame as it fell to her feet. She stood before the group of boys and girls now with her tits naked, wearing a pair of very scanty bikini panties, a garter belt, stockings and a pair of high-heeled shoes. The garter belt and stockings always surprised Sabrina. She never wore those except in her dreams. In reality she always wore pantyhose and didn’t even own stockings or a garter belt.
She was told to turn again, sideways, then to present her back to them. Sabrina had stood in trembling shame as she felt those hot eyes rake up and down her body, her naked back, her stockinged thighs, the flimsy cover of her ass cheeks.
Again facing the group, she was allowed to stand without removing to stand without removing anything else for a while. Girls, she saw, were now stroking very hard cocks, running their fingers up and down the firmness and over swollen prickheads. Somehow, everyone was naked when she had been told to face them again. The high flames of the fire seemed to light everything in clear detail to Sabrina’s tear-misted eyes.
She saw all those cocks, every one of them. She saw hairy balls, full balls, loose balls. She saw cunts with a great deal of hair around them, some with hardly any hair. And in her dream, her nipples had begun to burn and tingle, and her cunt became wet, soaking the crotch of her panties.
Sabrina, still gazing at her ceiling, moved a hand between her thighs and discovered her cunt was very wet for real. It was slippery with juices as she moved her finger lightly over the slightly pulsating lips and firm clitoris. The dream had been so real, so very real, it had caused her cunt to turn extremely wet.
She had been force to stand half-naked for a long time as those hot eyes looked at her. Sabrina had begun to tremble as they peered up and down her body. And despite the tears of shame in her eyes, she had been unable to stop watching what was happening among the now naked boys and girls. Boys were now caressing between the thighs of those girls, all very lovely young girls. The girls gripped the hard, throbbing cocks of the boys and jacked them up and down. Even her son was fingerfucking the girl he was with, his eyes burning on her body.
Someone, the voice vague but clear, demanded that she remove her panties.
And Sabrina obeyed.
Now all she wore was the garter belt and her stockings with her shoes. A loud sight of pleasure went through the group of boys and girls as she stood with her cunt naked.
Again she was ordered to turn and to expose her ass to them.
As if in a trance, Sabrina had obeyed. She could hear the voices commenting about her body, her tits and ass, even her cunt. The voices were frank and blunt, the words causing Sabrina to shiver with a mixture of shame and pleasure.
When she was facing the group again, one of the boys was between the legs of a girl, fucking her vigorously. The girl had her legs high in the air, waving them about as she hunched her naked ass up and down, meeting the thrusts of the boy’s cock with her cunt eagerly. The couple was directly in front of her and she could see the boy’s balls swinging up and down as his naked ass plunged.
As the boy and girl fucked, the unseen grip that had been holding Sabrina in place was released. Now she could move but in the dream she did not flee. She began walking among the naked boys and girls, looking at them, watching as they fondled one another. She had watched one girl twist onto her hands and knees and present her rounded ass to the fire, a boy on his knees behind her. The boy had looked up at Sabrina with a lewd smile on his face as he shoved his cock into the eager cunt of the girl before him.
Sabrina had stood watching his cock stab in and out for a moment or so, then turned and moved through the squirming bodies, pausing to watch a couple here and there. Sometimes she would feel a hot hand on her thigh as she stood near a couple, and she never knew if it was a boy or girl caressing her flesh.
She paused to watch a boy on his side, plunge his cock into the strangely hairy cunt of a girl also on her side but with her back to him. The girl lifted her leg high, grinning at Sabrina as the boy plunged his cock in and out of her pussy.
She went from couple to couple watching, seeing cocks thrusting into cunts; rounded tits being squeezed; balls held.
The dream had always been the same most of the nights. The difference this time was that she had moved about the group looking, becoming excited. Before, Sabrina had to always stand before the fire naked, seeing the boys and girls fucking from a distance.
But in her dream this night, she had been somehow allowed to among them but not touch. Once she had tried to move her fingers over the bouncing ass of a boy as he moved between a girl’s thighs and the couple evaporated… disappeared. They could touch her but she could not touch them.
Sabrina sat up in bed sighing. Dream
s were so crazy, she thought as she pulled a cigarette from the pack on the night table. She fired it from a disposable lighter and inhaled deeply.
Drawing her knee up to her tits, she placed her chin on it and smoked in the darkness. She could always remember the dreams. They were always so clear and vivid. She could remember them from the first one, all the details clear in her mind.
And they had seemed so real, so very real. Except when she tried to touch a boy’s naked ass in this dream.
Crushing her cigarette out in the ashtray, she squirmed her feet from the bed and sat there for a moment. Then with a shrug, she went into the adjoining bathroom and pissed.
Back in the bedroom again, she stood and looked out her window at the night sky. She crossed her arms beneath her tits and leaned against the sill. Her floor-length nightgown was still damp from her perspiration.
Lifting the gown from her body, she tossed it across the foot of the bed, standing naked. It was almost the way she had been in the dream.
She had dreamed of standing above a boy lying on his back, with a lovely young girl at his side, running her hand up and down his very thick cock. The girl had grinned at Sabrina, then tossed her legs over the boy. Whether Sabrina had leaned down or not, she didn’t remember. But she had been able to see the girl’s cunt suck up the thick cock as she squatted on the boy.
She had watched with interest as the girl’s ass bounced up and down, her pussy riding the boy’s prick with liquid smoothness. The girl’s ass cheeks split and Sabrina had seen her tiny asshole winking, could see the lips of her wet cunt stretch around the cock.
Moving again, she paused to see a girl squatting above the face of a boy, rubbing her pussy along his face. The boy’s eyes flashed up at Sabrina with a hot desire in them as his tongue moved along those wet cunt lips. Somehow, Sabrina could see the way his tongue moved and twirled at the girl’s distended clitoris. Whether she had lowered her head or not was not clear to her.
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