“I’m gonna come, Mom!” Sammy yelled.
“Me, too, Laura!” Jason grunted.
Laura’s half-naked body shook, her orgasm growing in strength.
With a yelp, her son began to come, spurting hot juices into her cunt. But he didn’t stay there; he jerked his cock out of her hairy pussy and rammed it up her asshole, still squirting heavily. She felt his comejuice searing the satiny walls of her asshole and cunt as her son went from one to the other, and then her mouth was flooded with thick, sweet juices as her brother gushed. She made a wet gurgling sound and swallowed greedily as Jason spurted past her tongue and into her throat, her son coming, impossibly, up her asshole and cunt at the same time.
She drained her brother’s hot balls, and still tried to suck more comejuice from him, her cunt exploding and bursting and driving her out of her mind. Her orgasms would not stop.
As soon as her son finished coming, his cock pulling from her, Laura lifted her mouth, her eyes glazed. Still coming, she knelt, ripping at her blouse, tearing it from her body until she was naked except far her skirt.
“Piss on me!” she screamed, climbing into the bathtub and spreading out on her back, her skirt around her waist, her legs spread very wide, her cunt arching up, her hands feverishly spreading the hairy lips, her clit bulging up and throbbing as she kept coming. “Piss on me! Please, piss all over me!”
Jason glanced at Sammy who was on his feet and dangling his cock over his mother’s naked body.
“You’re really gonna piss on my sister?” he asked.
“We better,” Sammy said. “Mom loves it. Come on, let’s piss on her!”
“Hurry!” Laura sobbed, spreading her cunt as far open as she could. “Piss on my cunt… piss on my fucking hot cunt and in my face and on my tits and all over me! Ohhhh, God, I’m coming so hard! I can’t stop coming! Hurry and piss on me!”
Seeing Sammy pissing on his sister, Jason stood at his side, holding his cock. Laura’s eyes were glazed with mindless passion, but her mouth was wide open. She was making grinding motions with her hips, feeling her son’s hot piss sting the lips and clit of her cunt.
Then her brother let go.
Laura screamed as the hot piss of her brother stung her tits, her son pissing hard on her hairy cunt.
“All over me!” she shouted. “Piss all over me! In my face, in my cunt, in my asshole, my legs, my tits!”
Both boys sprayed her body, drenching her hiked-up skirt. Laura began to whip at her cunt with her fingers, her ass twisting frantically, her cunt rippling with the most intense orgasms of her life.
When her son and brother arched their cocks and sprayed her face, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, shifted her head so they were both pissing into her mouth together. Hot, golden piss overflowed her mouth and ran out, soaking her cheeks, her chin, her shoulders.
Then she began to swallow.
She couldn’t swallow all of their hot piss, but she swallowed enough to increase the power of her orgasm.
When the stream of piss stopped, she kept clawing at her cunt, but at least the orgasms were starting to become weak and fade.
In a few moments, she slumped in the bottom of the bathtub, her whole body drenched in piss. She could still taste her brother’s comejuice in her mouth with their piss.
“Sis, you’re something,” Jason said. “You’re more fun than you used to be.”
Laura grinned up her brother and son, and lifted her hands to their cocks and balls.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, either of you.”
THE END
AB-5561 WATCH ‘EM SUCK, MOM!
FOREWORD
Outwardly, suburbia maintains the straitlaced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun, but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another — and another — to what? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of two families, in a nameless town, Anywhere, U.S.A. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials amid triumphs.
WATCH ‘EM SUCK, MOM — a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
The Publisher
Janice looked good in the short skirts that seemed to be coming back in style. With her slender figure, her exceptionally long legs and tight, rounded ass, she wore them for the express purpose of exposing her beautiful thighs. Her tits were high and spaced just wide enough, nipples tilted and thrusting. Her tits were rounded firm, and satiny textured. Her waist was small, and her hips deliciously rounded. Her ass bunched and twisted when she walked, a natural motion that teased aid invited. Her copper-colored hair gleamed with golden highlights in sun, and her green eyes seemed to hold a sparkle of mischief. Her full mouth and moist lips always had a quick smile of greeting.
Beautiful and friendly, Janice was a seething sexual woman. She had been married once for a short period of time to a man who abused her. The only good that came from that brief marriage was Tony, her son.
She loved her son dearly, but lately had been avoiding him as much as possible. Just being with him, in the same room, made her tremble and shake, unwanted thoughts of incest in her mind.
Being honest with herself, she knew she tempted Tony by wearing the short skins and dresses. She knew he peeked at her when he felt she didn’t know. She knew he was excited by her body, and she suspected that Tony jacked off in the privacy of his room at night. He carried pictures of her in his wallet and had photos of her in his room.
What Janice did not know was that flu son had a picture or two of her that showed her panties, and one of which she was unaware he her skirt dress up, and her pantied ass exposed. If she had known, Janice probably would not have said anything.
She and Tony lived in a nice two-story home, with the bedrooms upstairs. The house next to them was also two stories, with the bedrooms facing hers. She didn’t know the family that lived there, although they had lived there for over a year. She knew them well enough to nod a greeting, but that was it. She had a hunch the woman was cheating on her husband. Janice felt sorry for the husband and little girl, but it was none of her business.
Tony was friends with the girl, Nancy, but felt she was too young to be seen with him in public. Tony and Nancy talked across the wooden fence separating the back yards, and they sometimes sat in the yard and discussed things boys and girls of that age did.
Nancy was a lovely little girl, with honey blonde hair and a sweet, creamy complexion that tanned well. She had big blue eyes, somewhat sad-looking, but she smiled a lot. Her soft hair was usually in twin ponytails, making her appear even younger than she was. Nancy had a soft voice and was a very quiet little girl. Yet when she laughed, it was a melodious sound that showed her delight with everything around her.
Upstairs in her room, Janice undressed, preparing to take one of her long, afternoon baths. She loved to bathe, and she used oils and scented soaps. She had stripped down to her panties when a movement in the bedroom window across the hall caught her eye.
She gasped when she saw the wife next door move into view. The woman was naked her tits pushing outward, with a thick patch of hair around her cunt. The woman stood near the window, stroking her body, caressing her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples, and talking to someone. When that someone came into view, Janice recognized him as one of the more frequent male visitors.
The man had his pants on, but his cock pushed out with hardness. Janice watched as the woman’s hand lowered and cupped the man’s crotch as their lips met. Janice felt a respon
se between her own thighs, she moaned softly as she stared. Her legs trembled weakly as she watched the woman’s fingers open the man’s fly, and another moan came from her when she saw the man’s hard cock come into view.
Janice’s hand slipped between her thighs as she watched, breathing heavily, eyes glowing with inner passion. She licked her lips as the woman stroked the man’s cock, back and forth. The man cupped the woman’s ass in both hands. Janice moved her other hand behind her body, cupping her own ass. She pressed her palm hard at her cunt, feeling it pulsate, feeling wetness seeping into the crotch of her tight bikini panties. She began to rub at her cunt, unable to stop, excited by what she was seeing.
Janice’s breath caught when the woman slowly went to her knees before the man. She kissed the head of the swollen cock, looking up at the man’s face as she opened his pants, pulling them down to his knees. The man’s balls looked huge to Janice.
When the woman ran her tongue along the man’s cock, Janice slipped her hand into her panties, brushing her fingers through the soft hair to the slit of her pussy. She rubbed at her distended clit with the tip of one finger as she stared across at the woman and the man. Her cunt felt on fire, her clit knotted very tightly, vibrating wonderfully.
The woman pulled her face away, saying something to the man, who nodded and held the woman’s face. Janice felt a wild tingle of heat flow through her as the woman ran her tongue about the smooth, swollen head of the man’s cock, then closed her lips about it, sucking on his pisshole, her fingers wrapped about it, stroking back and forth on the prickshaft as she sucked the head of his cock. Then, with apparent passion, the woman flung her arms around the man’s naked ass and swallowed his thick, long cock all the way, her lips buried into the wiry hair at the base, his balls on her chin.
Janice gasped, plunging two fingers into her cunt as she watched, twisting her tight ass from side to side, spreading her feet to get more room between her thighs. When the woman began to suck up and down on the man’s cock, Janice worked her two fingers in a matching rhythm into her cunt, fucking herself with one hand, squeezing her ass with the other.
Watching secretly, Janice became intensely aroused, her passions bubbling hotly through her body. Seeing the woman sucking on that long, hard cock sent her emotions high, made her cunt drip with hot, slippery pussy juice. Seeing without being seen was turning her on, more than anything in years. She began to identify with the woman, her mouth watering, imagining that she could feel and taste that hot, hard cock inkier own mouth. She bent her knees and plunged her fingers in and out of her cunt almost frantically, making wet, sucking sounds. Her hand stretched the crotch of her panties. And she considered taking her panties off, but her excitement was too intense at the moment to take the time.
She had to hold onto the windowsill for support, her legs trembling and becoming weaker and weaker. She stared at the scene in the window, and although she could not be sure, it appeared as if the man were coming, coming into the woman’s mouth. The woman was sucking swiftly, sliding her lips back and forth on the man’s cock as he strained his hips forward, his head lifted and his face contorted. Then a creamy drip of jism showed at the cower of the woman’s mouth, and Janice knew for sure that she was taking the man’s come juice into her mouth.
“Ohhhh!” she gasped, the sound coming out of her throat before she could stop it. Her cunt grabbed at her darting fingers as a strong orgasm rippled through her, the lips of her pussy clutching in spasms.
There was a bright flash behind her. Yanking her fingers from her cunt and panties, Janice whirled to find that Tony had just taken her picture with his cheap flash camera.
Janice turned red with embarrassment, unable to speak. She stared with shame at her son, her tits displayed to his hot eyes. Before she jumped toward the bed where her robe was laid out, it noticed the bulge of her son’s cock in his pants… and another orgasm erupted in her cunt as she struggled to pull the robe over her nakedness.
“Tony…” Janice said, her voice a plea as she tried to avoid looking, at her son. “Please…”
Her son stood and stared at her, unashamed. Janice pulled her robe about her body, belting it tightly. Her tits still pushed outward, the creamy valley showing, one thigh exposed halfway to her cunt. With a quick flick of her hand, she covered herself.
“Watching that whore over there getting to you, Mom?” Tony asked, a smile on his face.
“Tony… please go away,” she whispered, unable to put force into her words. Her cunt was still tingling as if she were about to come again. Her eyes caught sight of his cock once more, and this time lingered there long enough to see it outlined along the left side of his pants. The tip of her tongue moved over her lips. “Why are you home? How long have you been there? Did you see…”
“One question at a time, Mom,” Tony said, grinning at her, not at all concerned that his cock was thrusting at his pants. “School was out early. I’ve been here watching for a while, and yes, I saw that whore doing that to the guy, and I saw what you were doing, too, Mom.”
“You didn’t,” she said softly. “Please, Tony, you didn’t see anything.”
“Yes, I saw, Mom,” her son said, his eyes moving over her body in a way she had not noticed before.
“Go, please!” she begged. She couldn’t understand why her cunt was still burning, still throbbing. “I have to take a bath.”
But Tony didn’t leave. He stood there, looking at her, now and then glancing at the window across the way. The woman and man were embracing, both naked. “I think they’re gonna do some more, Mom.”
Janice glanced out the window.
When she turned back to her son, Tony had taken his cock out, and she gasped, her eyes wide. It was long, thick, with a big head on it, juices glistening on his pisshole. He had his fist around it, and was slowly stroking it.
“Tony!”
“I wanna get some, too, Mom,” he said, starting toward her.
Janice put her hands up as if to push him away, her eyes on his cock as he came closer. “No, Tony!” she moaned. “Please, I’m your mother. You mustn’t… no, I don’t. No… Tony, no!”
Her son yanked at her robe, pulling it apart so that her straining tits were exposed. Her nipples were very hard, peaked upward. Janice drew in a deep breath, causing her tits to lift high. She found her arms paralyzed, unable to cover her tits. When he reached for the belt, Janice was unable to stop him. She lowered her face, embarrassed by what was happening, yet gazing at her son’s cock with intense hunger.
Tony pulled at her belt, then opened her robe. He stared at his mother’s body, at the tightness of her bikini panties and the way the front of them bulged out with the thick mat of her pussy hair. Janice began to tremble as he looked at her, frozen, hardly able to breathe. When Tony closed his hands over her tits, she began to pant. Balling her fists, she felt her palms itch to grab his cock, to feel it, squeeze it, stroke it.
When her son turned her, backing her toward the bed, she found herself weaker yet. She knew what her son was going to do, but couldn’t stop him. Her knees touched the bed, and she fell backward onto it. She covered her eyes with one arm, but peeked from under it at his cock. She saw him lean down, felt his hands on her knees, spreading them. She wanted to cry out to stop him, but had no voice. She couldn’t keep her legs together, and Tony spread them easily. He gazed at the crotch of her panties for a long moment, then pushed a finger into her panties, stretching the band away from her cunt. She held her breath as her son pushed his cock claw to her pussy, then gasped loudly when she felt the head of his cock touch the slit of her cunt.
Tony eased his cock into his mother’s cunt. Feeling her pussy stretch about her son’s cock, Janice struggled for control. She felt the heat on her face, but it was the heat of desire as well as embarrassment flow. Her son’s cock slid slowly into her cunt, filling her, making her feel full for the first time in years. The deeper his cock went, the more she wanted it.
She heard her son moan, f
elt him shaking as his cock was held tightly by her cunt. Janice could not prevent the lips of her cunt from squeezing and closing tightly around the shaft of his cock, nor could she prevent the slow undulation of her ass.
“Ahhhh, Mom!” Tony moaned in pleasure. “Oh, Mom!”
His hands grasped her thighs, lifting them along his sides, and then he began to pound into her cunt, fucking her.
Janice cried out, the sound indicating her ecstasy and not shame.
Each lunge of his cock caused her naked tits to jiggle, and Tony watched them hotly as he rammed his cock back and forth, banging into his mother’s cunt almost frantically. He grunted and panted, straining into her pussy. Janice could feel the friction of her son’s cock along the walls of her cunt, feel her clit being smashed with each forward thrust, feel his heavy, hot balls bang upon her ass. Tony held her legs at his sides, hunching back and forth faster and faster.
Janice began to sob, but it was the sound of passion. She struggled to be still, but her ass started moving, arching up to meet the wild stabbing of her son’s cock. She felt her cunt gripping at his cock as he pulled back, spreading to take it deep as he pushed forward. The muscles of her cunt reacted without any control from Janice.
“Tony…” she whimpered, thrusting her ass up onto his cock as he pounded at her cunt. “Tony, this is…”
“Mom, it’s great!” he gasped.
“It’s…” She wanted to say wrong, but it wasn’t wrong. This much pleasure could not be wrong. “It’s… oh, Tony!”
Janice lost control.
Her ass whipped up and down fucking on his cock hard and fast. She flung her hands over her jiggling tits, squeezing them, her head flying from one side to the other, panting and sobbing out the intensity of her ecstasy.
She felt her son speed up, felt his cock throb and increase in size. Her cunt was on fire, gripping his cock, her clit swollen and about to explode.
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