Billy pounded his cock up and down hard, making his mother grunt from the force. He peered between them, watching his cock fuck into his mother’s cunt. The wet slapping sounds excited them both.
“Oh, yes!” she squealed. “Bang me, fuck me! You’re going to make me come, darling! Ohhh, yes, make me come. Your, cock is so hard, and it goes so deep. Make mother come! Ohhhhh, God, you are going to make me come!”
She screamed as her orgasm boiled over, making her cunt contract tightly around his throbbing cock. The squeezing sensations brought a groan from Billy, his eyes rolling in his head. His balls tightened at the base of his cock. He kept fucking into his mother’s convulsing cunt, and she held her ass up as he fucked into her. The orgasm ran from her head to toes. Her eyes popped open in delighted surprise as she felt the series of orgasms burning through her. She came hard, very hard, almost painfully so. But Joan wanted it to keep on, never stop. She began to shake violently and, with a wild screech, rammed her cunt down hard, driving his naked ass into the mattress, grinding wildly and furiously on his still-hard cock.
“Come with me!” she screamed. “Come with mother!”
But Billy didn’t come.
He wanted to come, badly, but his cock remained hard as his mother began to fuck her contracting cunt up and down it. He shoved his hands behind her, grabbing at her grinding ass cheeks, fucking his cock into her gripping cunt. When his fingers squeezed at her shaking ass, Joan screamed as a very powerful orgasm shot through her.
“Hold my ass!” she screamed. “Ohhhh, hold mother’s fucking ass! I can’t stop coming, Billy! Squeeze my ass tight!”
One of her tits touched her son’s mouth, and Billy began sucking at it hungrily. He dug his hands into his mother’s tight ass, his fingers spreading the ass checks. Joan groaned with mindless ecstasy and twisting her ass, felt a finger stab against her asshole. This triggered a harder orgasm, and she pressed her cunt tightly onto his cock.
“Oh, God, oh, God!” Joan screamed time and again, her orgasms shattering her body, her nerves.
It seemed a long time before she calmed down and rested her weight on him. Her cunt held a tight grip about his hard cock. She pressed her tits into his face, giggling in a lewd way. She felt one of his fingers rubbing lightly at the tightness of her asshole.
“You didn’t come,” she said when her breath was almost normal. “Billy, you didn’t come. Didn’t you like it? Didn’t I fuck you good, honey?”
“Mom, you fucked me great,” he said.
“Then why didn’t you come?”
“I don’t know,” he replied, stroking his fingertip up and down the crack of her ass. “I sure want to, though. My balls hurt, Mom…”
She lifted her head, and shoulders, looking into her son’s eyes. A grin spread over her face.
“I bet I can make you come,” she said. “I bet I know just what will make you come.”
“What, Mom?”
“This, baby,” she said, lifting her cunt from his cock and darting her tongue. She licked down at his chest, circling the tiny nipples. Her eyes seemed on fire as she watched his reaction. She lapped lightly across his chest, then downward to his stomach. She felt his cock brushing at her tits. With her hands, she closed her tits about his cock and moved them up and down, fucking him with her tits. “How does this feel?”
“Mmmmmm, Mom, it feels good!”
His cock was wet from her cunt, making it fuck easily between her tits. She felt the cock head probe at her chin, and with a soft, lewd giggle, dipped her head and kissed the tip of his cock as it came from her tits. She slipped her tongue out and tasted the piss hole, tasted the beading juices.
“Mmmm, nice,” she whispered, sliding her body between his legs until her face hovered above his cock. She squeezed his cock at the base, bringing up more juices. She lapped her tongue back and forth on his piss hale, her other hand cradling his hairless balls. “You have a sweet taste, baby.”
Billy lifted his cock, pressing the cock head against his mother’s lips.
“Mmmm, I know what you’re trying to do,” she said. “You want to fuck my mouth, baby? Is that what you want to do… fuck mother in the mouth?”
Billy nodded, his eyes bright.
“You like that, do you?” she asked, wondering, but not asking, where he had gotten that idea.
Again Billy nodded, Joan drew back, looking at his cock. It was glistening with wetness from her cunt. She shoved her tongue out, touching the throbbing base. She tasted the juices of her cunt. Running the flat surface of her tongue up his cock shaft to the cock head, she moaned with pleasure. Pursing her lips, she kissed the tip of her son’s cock, and Billy lifted his ass. The round cock head moved between Joan’s lips. She closed her lips behind the smooth prick head, her tongue licking across his piss hole, and she began to suck.
Billy grunted in delight. “Oh, that feels so good, Mom!” he moaned.
Joan sucked hard, her tongue swirling about the dripping piss hole. His cock tasted very hot and sweet between her lips.
Joan had licked cunt before, when she was very young, and had just a few days ago been sucked by that pretty girl in the doctor’s office, but she had never sucked a cock completely off. She’d had a cock in her mouth before, but had stopped sucking before the man came. The idea of her son squirting jism into her mouth seemed exciting.
She lifted her mouth from his cock, and when Billy lifted and tried to put it back, she giggled, pressing his hips down.
“Don’t be so eager,” she teased. “You aren’t going to come in my mouth, are you?”
“I might, Mom,” he said, his voice thick. “I might not be able to let you know in time.”
Joan giggled again, a very lewd sound. “If you do, you do,” she said. “I think I’d rather have you come in my mouth than in my face, anyway.”
“Mom, please, suck my cock!”
“You really want me to suck your cock, don’t you, honey?”
“Yes, Mom!”
Joan felt a transformation coming over her, a very, very lewd feeling. She grinned up at him, rubbing the head of his dripping cock on her chin. “You know you’re asking your mother to be a cocksucker, don’t you?”
“I know, Mom,” he gasped.
She rubbed her cheek against his cock, smiling hotly at him. “Will you make me a cocksucker, darling? Will you turn you mother into a cocksucker… your very own cocksucker?”
“Yes, Mom!” he grunted, wanting his cock back in her mouth.
“Will you make me your whore, Billy?”
“Yes!”
“Make me your very own cocksucker and whore? Make your mother anything you want her to be?”
“Mom, suck me!”
“Promise you’ll make me your cocksucker and whore, first,” she teased, but meaning it, she knew. “And if I’m going to be your cocksucker, Billy, you have to come in my mouth. If I try to jerk away when you come, grab my head and force your cock down my throat. Make me take your come juice in my mouth! Please, darling, make me drink it!”
“I will! Mom, I will make you drink it!”
“Mmmm,” Joan purred, closing her lips about his cock.
She knew she would have to have her son grab her head as he came, because she would jerk her mouth off his prick. And she wanted him to come in her mouth. The only way that would happen was if he held her mouth on his cock.
Her lips moved down his throbbing cock. The heat of his cock between her tight lips felt good, and as the cock head brushed her throat, she felt as if she would come again. She held his fucker deep in her mouth, her lips twisting about the base. She lifted his balls and pressed them at her chin. Billy, watching his mother’s lips stretched about his cock, writhed his hips. Joan stared iota his young face, her eyes smoldering.
With a soft gurgle, she began sliding her lips up and down his cock, sucking and swirling her tongue. His cock seemed to fill her mouth, yet there was room for her lick, too. Each time she sucked upward, she held her lips tig
ht, drawing on his cock hard. She moaned softly and began sucking up and down swiftly, fucking her mouth onto his prick. Billy moaned and twisted his hips, holding his mother’s face in his hands.
Joan sucked eagerly on his cock, trying not to think about his coming off into her mouth. Billy held his mother’s head still and pumped his cock up and down, fucking her mouth. Joan’s eyes rolled with ecstasy, and she found her cunt was starting to boil again. Her clit swelled tightly. She drew her knees underneath her stomach, her ass in the air as she accepted her son’s cock fucking into her mouth. Billy let her suck again, and Joan began sucking up and down his cock with a head-twisting frenzy.
Billy placed his hands on the back of her head, straining his cock up to her gobbling mouth. His balls were getting tighter, and he wanted to yell that he was about to come, but he couldn’t warn his mother.
Just as he came, he rammed her mouth down on his cock, pressing at the back of her head.
Tasting the boiling come juice on her tongue, Joan almost choked. She tried to lift her mouth away, but her son was doing just as she had asked him; he held her head down tight, his cock gushing jism into her mouth. Joan tasted his come juice burning down her throat, her mouth filling. She couldn’t breathe, and out of self defense, began to swallow the creamy thick come juice. Her tongue pressed his cock to the roof of her mouth, the come juice splashing at her throat.
Her cunt exploded.
She groaned wetly as she came, swallowing the creamy come juice from his squirting cock. She still held his balls, feeling them writhe as they emptied into her mouth. Her cunt seemed to be melting with the powerful orgasm, her naked ass swaying from side to side.
Finally, Billy’s cock finished. She clung to his prick with her lips, reluctant to let go. She felt his cock slowly go soft in her mouth, and then she let it go. Her lips glistened wetly when she grinned up at him. She nuzzled her mouth and chin into his cock and balls.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “You made me do it, Billy! You made me swallow your come juice! And… ooooo, it was so good! I’ll suck your cock off anytime, and swallow that sweet come juice! It made me come, honey.”
“Do I always have to make you swallow it now, Mom?” he asked.
“Mmmmm, only if you want to,” she purred. “I’ll swallow your jizz by myself from now on. Ooooo, it was so sweet, Billy! I loved it when you came in my mouth!”
She scooted up and wrapped her arms about his body, holding him tightly against her tits. She tossed a long thigh over his hip.
“Let’s sleep now,” she whispered. “And when we wake up, I’m going to suck your cock off again.”
She rested a tit near his mouth, and Billy sucked and licked her tit until they both fell asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Once more in the waiting room, Joan found it difficult to look the pretty receptionist in the face.
As before, she was the only one waiting; all others had gone. Billy was with Doctor Nancy, and Joan found herself a little nervous. The girl smiled knowingly at her every time Joan glanced up. Joan had noticed the girl had kept her knees together while Billy was there, but now that her son was with the doctor, she began flashing herself at Joan.
At first, Joan tried to keep her eyes away, but found her interest growing strong. When she looked under the desk, the girl had slipped her skirt high, as she had that first time. The triangle of her cunt hair seemed to glisten, drawing Joan’s eyes. The girl traced a fingertip up and down her thighs, smiling wantonly at Joan.
Today, Joan wasn’t wearing jeans. She wore a blouse and pink skirt, with a slit along the left thigh. She crossed her legs, the slit falling away to reveal an expanse of creamy flesh. She wondered how the pretty girl at the desk could be so bold as to go without panties. Her short, white uniform skirt could, accidentally, expose something. But then, the girl didn’t seem to care if she did show her pussy. Joan wondered how many other women she had aroused in this fashion, how many other mothers she had seduced.
The pretty girl was gazing hungrily at Joan. As had happened before, Joan’s cunt was responding to those smoldering eyes, to the view of her succulent cunt. She felt a rippling sensation flow from her cunt, outward, along the inner surface of her thighs, up her flat stomach. The crotch of her lacy panties became moist, then very wet. Her own fingers started sliding the hem of her skirt over a thigh, guided by the sudden flare of passion and not bet mind.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met,” the girt said in a throaty voice.
Joan hardly heard. The girl had parted her knees wide beneath the desk, and was unabashedly rubbing her fingertip along the lips of her hairy cunt, stroking her clit.
“Pull your skirt all the way up,” the girl whispered. “Show me what a pretty cunt you have.”
Joan, feeling as if she were dreaming, slipped her skirt high, uncrossing her legs. The girl saw the lacy panties, and made a soft hissing sound. She thrust her finger into her cunt and openly fingerfucked herself, her eyes burning as Joan parted her own knees. The creamy flesh of Joan’s thighs above the nylons sent shivers of anticipation through the pretty receptionist.
“Beautiful, Joan,” the girl murmured, fucking her finger in and out of her cunt. “Pretty panties, too. Why don’t you pull them open, let me see that fuzzy pussy?”
Joan slipped a finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it from her cunt. Her gaze burned beneath the desk. She could see the wetness clinging to the girl’s finger as it fucked in and out of her hairy cunt.
“You look wet, Joan,” the pretty girl whispered; “Your cunt looks so wet!”
Joan slipped her ass forward on the plastic chair, her emotions whirling, her hand sliding up and down the side of a cunt lip. The tingling sensations rippling through her body grew into hot waves of pleasure.
Watching the girl fucking her finger in and out of her pussy, Joan began to rub lightly at her own clit. She wondered what the girl would say if she knew about the past week, that she was fucking her own son. It had started with this pretty girl, and it was happening again. The appeal of this girl was powerful, and Joan couldn’t resist her. There was something about her that made Joan want to indulge in wild, orgiastic games, to touch her, to feel her, to kiss her body, to… lick her pretty cunt.
As if understanding Joan’s thoughts, the girl stood up and, holding her white skirt to her waist, began to come toward Joan. Joan’s eyes were riveted upon the thick hair of the girl’s cunt, on those long, slender thighs. Joan scooted her ass over the edge of her plastic chair, her legs as wide as possible. Her hips moved up and down as she rubbed at her inflamed clit, her eyes burning at the girl’s cunt.
The girl stood between Joan’s thighs, her hips twisting.
Joan’s hand moved toward the girl. She was breathing heavily and noisily, soft whimpers bubbling from her throat. She ran her hands through the mass of cunt curls, between the girl’s thighs. She felt the wet head of the girl’s cunt and pressed her palm into it.
“Oooooo,” Joan murmured, rubbing at her own cunt and feeling of the girl’s cunt at the same time.
“Nice, isn’t it, Joan?” the girl responded in a sultry voice.
“You’re very wet,” Joan whispered, rubbing her palm back and forth until her hand was slippery with the juices of the girl’s cunt. “So very wet.”
The girl stepped up on the plastic chairs, straddling Joan’s legs. Joan gazed with hot eyes at the bushy cunt now so close to her face. She ran her tongue over her dry lips. The girl ran her hands through Joan’s hair, gently urging Joan’s face closer to her face as the girl’s hips arched. She pulled her hands from the two cunts and placed them on the girl’s naked hips. The flesh seared her palms as she stroked up and down, feeling the slim thighs, the round hips, then around to cup the tightness of the girl’s rounded ass. She inhaled the sweet scent of the girl’s wet cunt. It had been many long years since she had smelled a cunt other than her own. The scent made her mind spin, and the desire to press her face between th
ose smooth thighs was very strong.
The girl, looking down at Joan, gently pulled her head forward. Joan felt the curling hairs tickle her nose and lips and chin, then the girl pressed her cunt downward. Joan’s lips made contact with the wet cunt, and her breath caught in her throat. She held the girl’s ass cheeks in her hands, and with a wild growl, pulled. Her face smashed into the girl’s cunt, and her lips opened, her tongue darting. The wet taste seemed to blister her lips and tongue as it swirled around the girl’s distended clit.
“Ooooooooo that’s good, Joan!” the girl mewled, twisting her hips and grinding her cunt into Joan’s mouth. “Mmmmmmm, kiss it for me… kiss my wet, hot cunt!”
Joan, her mind whirling with lust, sucked at the hairy lips of the girl’s cunt, drawing juices from her pussy. Her tongue flicked and darted. Her fingers tightened on the smooth ass cheeks, squeezing, pulling the wet pussy tightly into her face. She snapped her tongue forward, delving it into the fiery heat of the girl’s pussy, fucking the girl with her tongue. Her nose was buried into the thick mass of cunt hair, her fingers digging into the hotness of the girl’s ass. She sucked and licked almost frantically, drawing the juices from the girl’s cunt and swallowing while her mouth filled. She rolled and twisted her own ass, her cunt burning and tingling delightfully. She opened and closed her thighs, scissoring them pressuring her throbbing, knotted clit. She lapped wetly at the girl’s grinding cunt, pulling the hairy crotch as tightly as she could get into her face. He mouth opened as wide as she could get it, her tongue fucking in and out of those wet, twitching cunt lips.
“Mmmmm, suck my pussy, Joan!” the pretty girl squealed. “Suck me! Oh, shove your tongue deep, Joan! Tonguefuck my pussy! Oh, baby, you’re good! Fuck me with your tongue! Oooooo, ram it to me!”
Joan’s tongue fucked swiftly in and out, feeling the girl’s cunt contracting sweetly about it. She was sure the girl’s cunt sucked at her tongue.
The girl was straddling Joan’s face now, leaning against the wall above Joan’s head. She bent her knees slightly, squatting into Joan’s face. Her ass twisted and writhed as her cunt pressed into Joan’s sucking mouth. Joan ran her hands up and down the backs of the girl’s thighs, over her ass checks, felt the heat in the ass crack. Her own hips writhed aster legs scissored open and closed. The excitement boiling through Joan was intense, almost unbearable. She ran the flat surface of her tongue back and forth, licking the girl’s puffy cunt. She licked at the flesh between the girl’s cunt and asshole, fucking her tongue into the pussy hungrily. Feeling the girl’s body trembling, hearing her sobs of ecstasy, Joan gripped the girl’s ass cheeks again, digging her fingers between them, squeezing hard. She opened and closed the girl’s rounded ass, her tongue fucking in and out of the cunt as fast as she could move it. At the same time, she sucked with her lips. The girl’s cunt was so wet that Joan’s face became slippery.
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