As delicious as the thought was, Susan knew she would never do such a thing.
She saw the time, and quickly hurried to the car. She had been so deep in thought, time had been forgotten. By now, Pamie and her brothers would be home, wondering where she was. She drove swiftly and carefully, one hand between her thighs, under her dress. She was anticipating being with them, her cunt pulsing with a fiery heat.
Parking the car, taking the packages with her, she entered the house. With a grin, she stood there undressing, wanting to surprise them by being ready. She waked naked to the bedrooms, trying to find them, any one of them.
“Pamie! Bob! Billy!” she called. “Where in the hell are you?”
She was greeted with silence. Maybe they had finally gone to that small glen in the woods. The thought depressed her.
“Goddamn it, you fucking kids! Where the fuck are you?” she yelled loudly. “My cunt is hot and ready, damn it! Come on, stop hiding. I want to fuck!”
They were nowhere in the house.
Taking a huge towel from the linen closet, she set out for the patio. She was disappointed and a bit angry. She had been looking forward to a wild, brutal fucking, and they weren’t home. She stepped out onto the patio.
And came to sudden halt.
They were there, but so were two other boys and two very pretty girls. Susan stood, shocked, forgetting she was totally naked, the towel draped over her arm.
They were all in the hot tub, the water swirling about their necks, and they were all staring right at her.
Susan wanted to turn and run, to hide her nakedness from the two boys and girls she had never seen in her life. But she was frozen where she stood, unable to move, looking at them in horror.
“Is your cunt that hot, Mother?” Pamie said unabashedly.
“Want to fuck, Mom?” Bob said.
“Oh!” Susan gasped, her face a bright pink. She managed to draw the towel before her body, staring in shock at them. She still couldn’t make her feet move, though.
Billy climbed from the tub, and he was naked, his cock jerking up and down. Susan stared in shame as he approached her, a grin on his face. He took hold of the towel, and Susan clutched it to her body.
“Turn loose, Mother,” he said. “You don’t need this.”
Pamie climbed out of the tub, her naked body glistening wetly. “Pamie!” Susan gasped.
“You’re…”
“Naked,” her daughter giggled. “So what? Everyone else is, too.”
“Oh, my God!” Susan whimpered, feeling Billy pulling at the towel, her fingers too weak to hold on. “Don’t, Billy! Please, don’t take it from me! They’ll see!”
“They already have, Mother,” he laughed, pulling the towel away and dropping it. “And they heard you calling out, too.”
Pamie slipped close to her mother, pressing her wet body against Susan’s naked flesh. When she cupped one of Susan’s tits, she said. “We told you about them, Mother, remember? You know, at our private place in the woods?”
“Come on out of the tub, you guys,” Billy called. “It’s okay.”
With her daughter holding her tit, Susan stood naked, watching the others climb from the hot water. It was true. They were all naked. The boys, all about Bob’s age, had very hard cocks, and the thought went through Susan’s mind that the girls had been playing with them. Each girl was very lovely, with hard little titties and erect nipples. One girl, a dark-haired beauty, seemed to have more hair on her cunt than matched her age.
“Did you get everything, Mother?” Pamie asked, licking her tongue about Susan’s swollen nipple as the others gathered around Susan’s eyes went from one to the other. The two girls were each holding a cock, one of the pricks belonging to Bob. She nodded her bead, unable to speak. There was a very strong contraction between her thighs, and Susan realized she was in the grip of an unexpected orgasm.
“Take your pick, Mother,” Billy said. “Both those guys with hardons want to fuck you. Shit, even Judy there,” he pointed to the dark-haired girl, “wants to suck your cunt.”
Susan gazed at the girl, who gazed boldly back at her. She had her small hand around Bob’s cock, slowly jacking back and forth. Susan’s eyes moved to the hard titties, noticing they seemed larger than Pamie’s or the other girl’s. Judy’s eyes flashed down at Susan’s hairy cunt, her wet tongue moving over her full, pouting lips.
“Wanna suck on my cock?” one of the boys asked.
They’re so bold, Susan thought. They’re not at all ashamed of being naked in front of me.
“I’m not gonna just stand here,” the other little girl, an exquisite creature with blonde hair, said. “I been wanting to be fucked for an hour.”
Susan and the others watched as the girl spread herself on the patio, opening her legs and lifting them. She placed her hands on her ass, holding her cunt wide.
With a total lack of inhibitions, the girl began to finger fuck herself. Bob went to her, and Susan watched him slip his cock into her young cunt. The girl went wild, thrashing her ass about, squealing as she met Bob’s cock thrust for thrust with her succulent, pink cunt.
Billy grabbed the dark-haired girl and fell to the patio with her, turning so his head was smashing between her thighs, licking hungrily. The other boy pulled Pamie away, and Pamie went to her hands and knees, waggling her cute little ass for the boy.
“Up my asshole!” Pamie gurgled. “Fuck me in my ass, because you’ve wanted to for so long! Now you can fuck me up my asshole!”
Susan shivered as she watched, her eyes going from one couple to the other. She felt the last boy feeling about her body, stroking her tits, rubbing her ass, moving his fingers about her cunt. She found herself grabbing at his cock, jacking on his prick with a tight fist.
“Come on, lady,” he urged. “Let’s fuck!”
Susan, her eyes never leaving the three couples, went to her hands and knees, feeling as if she were in a dream. The boy knelt behind her, his hands on the cheeks of her ass, his cock pressing at her hairy, thoroughly wet cunt. “How do you want it, lady?” he asked.
Susan’s ass trembled. What she was seeing created a mindless lust within her. Seeing so many young couples fucking, sucking cunt and cock, was beyond her wildest dreams. She had never been involved in group fucking, but she had imagined what it would be like. Now she knew.
“You can fuck me anyplace you want,” she groaned, arching her ass high. “Cunt, mouth, asshole… you put that hard cock any fucking place you want it!”
She gurgled as she felt his young prick fuck hard into her cunt. She began coining immediately. After all her erotic thoughts during the day, finding this little orgy going on, was too much.
Her cunt exploded as she rammed her ass back at the boy, fucking him before he could get moving.
With the boy fucking her, Susan darted her hot eyes from one couple to another moaning with erotic ecstasy. She could hear the groans, the gurgles, the wet slapping of cock into cunt, the hungry sit ups as a tongue lapped at a boiling pussy, the gurgling of mouths sucking greedily on a hard cock.
Sighs and sobs of ecstasy floated from the hill. The sun burned upon naked bodies, and no one cared if they became burned.
“Oooo, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Susan cried out loudly. “Fuck me… fuck each other! Ooooo, God! Go to it, all of you! Fuck and suck piss and swallow!”
Words of encouragement came from eight mouths, wards that inflamed the steaming hungers. Taking the boy’s cock fast and hard into her bubbling cunt, Susan knew why her own kids had not visited the place in the woods. They had planned this and said nothing to her. But she wasn’t angry, not by any means. They understood her better than she understood herself.
Suddenly she jerked her cunt from the boy’s cock.
“Up my asshole!” she screamed. “Fuck me in the hot tight ass!”
The boy plunged his cock forward, and it banged into Susan’s gripping asshole easily. She lifted her head and screamed with sheer ecstasy, twisting her ass fas
t. The boy plunged his cock powerfully up Susan’s asshole, and she waved it and churned it, screaming in utmost ecstasy.
Someone, she didn’t know who, was trying to shove a hard, wet cock into her mouth. With a growl, Susan pulled the prick deep, tasting cunt. She didn’t know which girl’s cunt the cock had been fucking, nor did she care. She sucked wildly, her tongue racing. She felt hands on her body, digging into her dangling tits, squeezing them. Someone had plunged fingers into her slippery cunt, fucking her as the cock fucked deep and hard into her asshole.
All the words they were saying made no sense to her. They were garbled. Her body was exploding with whirling orgasms, and she hunched her naked ass with the pounding cock. Hands seemed everywhere on her naked body. When someone pulled fingers out of her convulsing cunt, someone else ran his fingers back in. The boy who was fucking her mouth seemed to try and ram his prick down her throat. Susan took it all, feeling his balls beating at her chin.
She was only vaguely aware when the cock up her ass spewed, she was so involved in her own ecstasy. But she was aware when the cock fucking her mouth came. She gulped wetly, trying to swallow every sweet drop of the hot, creamy come juice, but it dripped from her sucking lips just the same.
No sooner had the cocks pulled from her, than Susan was turned onto her back, with different cocks plunging into her cunt and mouth. She thrashed about in wild ecstasy, taking the hard cock down her throat, loving the way those balls rested on her forehead. Her hands were pulled into wet cunts, her fingers gripped by the tight, hot pussy lips. She felt wet cocks rubbing at her trembling flesh, her ass lifted so her cunt could be fucked deep.
Before she realized what was happening, the cocks were cawing, sending spurts of come juice into her cunt and into her mouth. She was shivering with so much ecstasy, she screamed as cocks exploded on her tits and stomach, young cunts now gripping her fingers with orgasm.
A few minutes later, Susan opened her eyes. She was surrounded by the kids. She didn’t look at their happy faces, but at their cocks and balls, at their wet, sweet cunts.
She began to giggle insanely.
“Piss on me!” she begged, throwing her legs wide open. “Piss all over me! All of you, at the same time, piss on my cunt, my legs, my tits, my face!”
They circled her, and hot streams of piss came from cocks and cunts. Susan writhed and twisted, her face in a grimace of agonized ecstasy, her cunt exploding.
She screamed as she came, time and again.
THE END
AB-5437 COMING ONTO MOM
FOREWORD
Of all the social institutions which have had to endure change and weather criticism, the family concept is, perhaps, the most pronounced. Subjected to the undermining forces of alcoholism, the use of drugs and marijuana, and the advent of mate-swapping, the family unit has undergone immeasurable challenge in the wake of social advancement.
COMING ONTO MOM is the story of how a mother and her young son adjust to the liberated moral standards of modern American culture. Their method, that of incest, may well be considered unusual or shocking, but is nonetheless successful.
This is a novel of fiction for entertainment. A reminder that what is debased and perverted for some may well be normal for others.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Joan sat in the waiting room with her son, Billy. It was time for his annual checkup. There was nothing wrong with her son that she could see, except he was growing like a weed.
They were the only ones in the waiting room now, and Billy was getting restless. After the last patient had left, the secretary relaxed. She sat behind her desk filing her fingernails, apparently finished with her work for the day. The desk was open in front, and Joan found herself looking at the girl’s knees.
It brought back an old memory of when she was a kid. A cousin had spent the night with her, and as girls will, they had begun touching each other, exploring and experimenting.
Gazing at the secretary’s knees, Joan recalled the feel of her cousin’s body, but especially the smoothness of her thighs, the tightness of her ass, and most of all, the soft wetness of her cousin’s cunt.
The girl behind the desk began to squirm her ass on the chair, opening her knees a bit. She didn’t give any indication of awareness, Joan thought. She could see between the girl’s thighs now almost to her crotch the girl kept filing her nails, and her knees kept opening slowly. Joan felt excitement bubbling between her own thighs. She was wearing jeans, and her legs were crossed. She felt the wetness starting in her own cunt, and began flexing her thighs, creating pressure on her cunt.
She became aware that her son was no longer squirming about restlessly, and glanced at him. Billy’s eyes were big, and he, too, was seeing between the girl’s legs. For a moment Joan blushed. She had saw the lifting of his cock inside his pants. Turning her eyes back toward the girl, she felt her breath catch in her throat. She could see the girl’s panties now, the expanse of her crotch. The girl had opened her legs wide, scooting her ass to the edge of her chair, still filing away at her nails.
Surely the girl realizes she’s exposed, Joan thought.
She glanced at her son again, feeling as if she should nudge him, make him stop staring so openly. Yet, she didn’t. There was a perverse sensation of pleasure in knowing her son was looking up the girl’s dress. She felt her cunt bubbling wetly, and the urge to swing her foot back and forth, bring her cunt to orgasm, was getting strong.
She glanced at her son’s lap again, and his cock was now bulging out with an intense hard-on. She had never seen his cock this way before, and she felt a shiver rippling up and down her spine. Her feelings were confused about it. In a way it thrilled her, and in another she felt ashamed. Not ashamed because he had a hard-on, but ashamed because it excited her.
The girl behind the desk held her legs wide apart, her white uniform skirt halfway up her thighs now. Joan gazed into the girl’s crotch with burning eyes. She could almost see the outline of her cunt. As it was, she saw dark blonde hair curling from the tight panties, and that caused her emotions to flare with heat. The fact that her son was seeing what she was looking at caused her to tremble.
The office door opened and the doctor stepped out.
The doctor was an exceptionally beautiful woman. She had long hair, a deep auburn color, that swirled about her shoulders. She wore a white smock that hung to her knees, buttoned up. Her tits strained at the smock, but the material was too thick to outline her nipples.
“Ah, Billy,” Doctor Nancy said, pleased to see him. “It’s been six months already?”
Joan smiled nervously. She noticed the girl behind the desk didn’t close her knees, or stop filing her nails.
“Is this your annual, or is something wrong?” Doctor Nancy asked.
“His annual,” Joan replied, her voice oddly husky.
“Well, bring him in and let’s check him over, Joan…”
Joan was embarrassed for her son when he stood and his cock bulged out in hardness. But Doctor Nancy smiled and stepped aside to allow them into her office. Billy jumped up on the examination table as usual, knees apart, feet swinging.
“Now, Billy,” Doctor Nancy said. “You know better than this. You always undress first.”
Grinning, Billy removed his shirt, then jumped to the floor and slipped his pants down, taking them from his feet. He wore Jockey shorts, and his cock strained at the white fabric. He showed no embarrassment whatsoever.
Doctor Nancy grinned, then said to Joan: “Maybe it would be best if you waited outside, Joan. Billy is getting big, it seems, and we don’t want to embarrass him.”
Joan had been gazing at her son’s cock as it pressed against his shorts. A small tremor went through her. She turned and walked back into the waiting room, taking her same seat. The girl was still filing at her nails, still with her knees apart, still exposing the tight crotch of her panties.
Now the girl smiled at Joan.
Joan smiled back, a bit
nervously. The girl began to swing her knees, never closing them completely. Joan’s eyes burned between those creamy thighs, and she swallowed, the sound seeming awfully loud in the small waiting room.
The girl stood and went to the door, turning the lock. “If I don’t lock the door after hours,” the girl said, “we get people trying to come in.”
She went back to her desk, again opening her legs. Only this time she didn’t file her nails. She stared at Joan, running her tongue suggestively over her lips.
“Your son had a hard-on,” the girl whispered.
“What?” Joan asked, jumping from the bluntness of the words.
“I said, your son’s cock was hard.”
“Oh! Oh, yes, I suppose it was.”
“Hey, come on,” the girl grinned. “All the boys get a hard-on once in a while. It’s no big deal.”
Joan felt faint. Why was this girl talking to her this way? Why was she exposing her cunt this way? What was going on, anyway?
She had been in this waiting room many times, but the girl had never acted so brazenly before. She didn’t even know the girl’s name, for that matter.
“You’re showing yourself deliberately,” Joan blurted.
“Of course I am,” the girl said with a lewd grin.
“But… why?” Joan asked.
The girl slipped her hand under the desk and openly caressed the tight crotch of her panties. “Because I enjoy it. I can make the little cocks become very hard that way. Most of the mothers never notice. But you did.”
The girl’s voice was low and suggestive. She ran her palm up and down the crotch of her panties. They gazed at each other for a tense moment.
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