Eric was kissing and licking and sucking on Misty’s writhing, sweet ass, making her giggle with pleasure. Then Ann yelped. Marty had swirled his tongue along the deep crack of her ass, and the tip of it was licking against her puckered asshole. She shot her ass up into her son’s face, and he buried his chin and nose into the crack of her ass, tonguing her asshole.
Misty drew her knees up beneath her naked body and let out a gasp of delight when she felt her brother’s tongue twisting against her hot asshole.
Ann shivered as Marty lapped along the hot inner surfaces of her ass cheeks, probing her tight asshole as he licked past it. She groaned with ecstasy and shoved her naked ass into his face, grinding into his tongue.
“Inside!” she screamed hotly. “I want your tongue up my hot fucking asshole, Marty! Ooohh, baby! Tonguefuck Mother up the asshole!”
Marty’s tongue pressed in, and Ann cooed as it slipped trough the tight rings of her asshole. She shivered and writhed her ass into his face as he thrust his tongue in and out, her cunt bubbling hotly.
“Ooo, a tongue up my ass, too, Mother!” Misty squealed. “Eric is tonguefucking my asshole, too! Golly, that sure feels good I bet a cock would feel better, filling me up my ass!”
Eric and Marty brought Ann and Misty to another orgasm by tonguefucking them in the asshole. Misty had been surprised to come this way, but Ann knew she would. She was developing the ability to come at the slightest touch. She was starting to come so easily she would feel the heat of orgasm often just by looking at the children.
As soon as they made their mother and sister come, the boys pulled their faces from their creamy ass cheeks and sat up with pleased expressions on their faces. Ann hugged and kissed Misty, feeling her naked, smooth body with her hot hands. She cupped and squeezed the girl’s tight, sweet ass, slipping her hand between her smooth thighs. She felt her slippery wet cunt, delighted as usual by the lack of hair on her tight cunt lips.
Misty felt up her mother, too, running her hands about the woman’s swelling tits and through the hairiness of her pussy, gripping her round ass cheek.
The boys watched them, becoming more and more excited, their cocks throbbing in extreme hardness, dripping from their flaring pissholes.
“I want to fuck something,” Eric said. “I just got to fuck something!”
“If I don’t get a cunt or a mouth on my fucking cock,” Marty said, “then I’m going to come off off this motherfucking bed, Mom!”
Ann pulled from her daughter’s arms and looked at her two sons, seeing their sweet cocks jerking up and down in beautiful hardness. “Since when have you two had to ask for a piece of ass? What you see is what you get.”
But Misty shouted eagerly: “I want to get fucked up my hot asshole, damn it! When the fuck do I get a cock up my ass!”
Ann looked at her daughter and laughed. “Any time you want it, baby, and any time those brothers of yours would like to stick a cock up your shitter.”
“Then I want it now!” Misty mewled. “I want to fuck up my asshole now! Come on, one of you — fuck my asshole!”
“Wait a minute,” Ann said.
She moved about and pulled Misty onto her as she turned over on her back. She spread her daughter’s thighs about her head, looking up into her tight, wet cunt. The position brought the girl’s face between her mother’s creamy thighs and above her hairy cunt.
“We can tonguefuck each other while the boys fuck us in the asshole!” Ann said.
She ran her hands up her daughter’s hot thighs and gripped an ass cheek in each hand, watching as Marty got on his knees above her head. Lifting her ass up into the air, she felt Eric getting into position to fuck into her burning asshole.
Ann pulled the cheeks of her daughter’s ass wide apart to reveal her puckered asshole. “Put your cock up Misty’s asshole, Marty! Come on, stick your prick in your sister’s asshole!” she rasped.
She felt Eric pressing his swollen cock against her own asshole, Misty holding her ass cheeks wide apart for Eric’s cock. She gasped with pleasure as her son’s cock slipped into her asshole, going slowly but deeply into it. She gazed hotly upwards, her fingers holding her daughter’s ass cheeks wide, watching the dripping head of Marty’s swollen prick pressing at the tiny hole of the girl’s ass. She could even see the way her daughter’s asshole flexed in eagerness, and it excited her to watch this.
Marty pushed, and Misty gave a yelp as the swollen head of his cock penetrated the tightness of her ass.
“Oohhh, more cock in my ass!” Misty wailed. “Oh, golly! That stretches me so much! Fuck my asshole, Marty! Ohhh, I wanna get all your prick up my hot asshole!”
Ann watched with boiling eyes as her son’s cock moved into the tightness, stretching Misty’s asshole. She could see her daughter’s asshole gripping tightly, and the lips of her hairless cunt were quivering, too.
Suddenly, Misty was sucking and licking at Ann’s hairy cunt. Ann, feeling the hardness of her son’s cock fucking up her asshole and Misty’s tongue and lips licking and sucking her hairy cunt, whimpered and buried her face in to her daughter’s pussy. She shot her tongue deep into the girl’s tight, hot cunt, thrusting in and out, her chin pressing upon her inflamed clit.
Her eyes were close to Marty’s swinging balls, and she thrilled to the sensation of them brushing her forehead, as his cock fucked into Misty’s snatch. She dug her fingers into Misty’s ass cheeks, her tongue diving and twirling into the sweetness of her pussy.
Misty was making muffled sounds of ecstasy as she sucked at her mother’s swollen clit, her tongue lapping swiftly about it, her eyes wide as she stared fuzzily at Eric’s cock plunging in to the woman’s asshole an inch below. Her small body shook with the intensity of perverse delight, her asshole burning around Marty’s stabbing cock, her cunt exploding around her mother’s fucking tongue.
Ann, too, was coming violently. Her body shook as badly as her daughter’s, and she held tightly to Misty’s shapely ass, her tongue now and then licking at Marty’s cock when she missed her daughter’s cunt in her heated desire.
Just as Marty began to discharge jizz into his sister’s asshole, Ann opened her mouth wide and sucked his hairless balls into her mouth. She sucked hard on them as he gushed jism into Misty’s asshole. She was vaguely aware that the girl was no longer tonguefucking her, but it didn’t matter, because her pussy was bursting in wave after wave of orgasms that made her mind reel with erotic ecstasy.
As she pulled her mouth from Marty’s balls, she slipped his cock from Misty’s clinging ass, sitting back and gasping heavily.
Ann felt Eric slam into her asshole hard, then she experienced the flood of his precious cum pouring up her ass again. Misty squirmed her cunt against her mother’s face as she came once more, then fell to one side.
Ann pulled her knees high, arching her ass up for Eric as he filled her asshole with cock meat. Then she slowly lowered her naked ass when he finally pulled his cock out.
For a few minutes, they lay there, breathing heavily from the excitement. Then they turned about on the bed and, with Misty and Ann between the two boys, began to grow sleepy.
Ann felt Marty’s hand cupping her tit as he snuggled against her shoulder, and she placed her hand on his cock and balls lightly.
Suddenly, Eric sat up. “Hey, you know what I think. I’ll do tomorrow?”
“Jack off?” Misty teased sleepily.
“Hell no,” Eric said. “I think I’ll see if I can get Gloria in here with us.”
Ann opened her eyes, looking at her son. “You’re going to do what?”
“Mom, she’s a good fuck,” Eric said. “It would be fun if we could get her in on this, don’t you think?”
Ann frowned. “I’m not so sure about that,” she said.
“You know she’s a hot one, Mother. You saw us in the garage,” Misty added.
“Let’s get her!” Marty said.
Ann thought, and found the prospect agreeable. She told Eric to see about it, and b
egan drifting into sleep, wondering if her sons happened to know any horny young boys that would to interested in her hairy, hot cunt…
THE END
CB-4347 HERE COMES MOM
FOREWORD
The majority of today’s men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill — going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through the violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The fiction characters in HERE COMES MOM are desperate people, like their real-life counter-parts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize at the first opportunity far release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
HERE COMES MOM is a novel about the “quiet desperation” in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Donna stood waiting near the chain-linked fence as the commuter plane screamed in for a landing. She felt the anxiety building within her slim body.
It had been nine months since she had seen her son, Paul, and she knew he had grown in that time. She waited with anticipation as the plane taxied to a stop about a hundred feet away. After him being with his father all this time, she would now have him for the summer.
Dressed in a white pleated skirt, a cream colored blouse, with nylons — not panty hose and high heeled shoes, she knew how tantalizing and delectable she looked. Donna was a very attractive woman. Her almost-black hair was loose and was allowed to blow in the slight breeze, and her darkbrown eyes sparkled with excitement.
Men standing nearby looked at her from the corners of their eyes, some openly. They speculated on her beauty and desirability. Her tits thrust out sharply into points beneath her blouse, obviously indicating her pleasure at not wearing a bra. Her nipples could be seen boldly outlined, slightly dark beneath the light-colored blouse. Her skirt, although flaring with the sharp pleats, was still tight enough about her hips to reveal the teasing swells of her shapely ass the high heels on her feet emphasized the curves of her legs.
She was aware of the way men looked at her and she enjoyed it. Being a sensual woman with an erotic mind, she loved to exhibit herself. She wondered what they would think if they knew she was completely naked under her clothing. All she wore was the outer garments, her nylons, and a black garter belt.
Her heart began to beat faster with excitement as the doorway swung down. A few men climbed off, a woman, and then she saw her son.
“Paul!” she called, waving and dancing about. “Here I am, darling!”
When her son saw her, his face split in a huge grin of pleasure as he lifted his hand to wave to Donna could not wait for him; she darted through the fence and began to run toward him.
A sudden, unexpected gust of wind tugged at her skirt, then a devil wind lifted it. Donna’s white skirt went high, billowing above her slender, creamy, smooth thighs. The skirt seemed to pause halfway up, then the power of the wind sent it flying past her head.
Donna felt no embarrassment. She paused as she fought the skirt down. But that brief time her skirt had been over her head, the men at the fence had seen the sweetness of her shapely, swelling ass, totally naked. The loud whistles of appreciation caused her to smile. As she smoothed her skirt down, she saw that her son had stopped walking toward her. She knew Paul had seen her hairy cunt, the dark curls of her pussy hair and the garter belt. He seemed dazed.
“Oh, baby,” she cooed happily as she wrapped her arms about him. “My, you’re taller!”
He stood almost as tall as she was, with the same coloring, but with the facial features of his father. She pulled him tight against her tits, feeling her nipples tingle. Pulling her head back, but keeping her lower body pressed forward against his, she laughed happily, then pressed her lips down onto his for a moist kiss.
Then she took his hand and led him past the admiring men and to her car. He tossed his suitcase into the back seat and scooted in. Donna climbed under the wheel, her skirt hiking to midthigh.
Paul stared at his mother’s thighs openly.
She giggled softly and pulled her skin down before starting the car. Driving from the small parking area, she said in a soft, throaty voice, “Darling, this summer is going to be so much fun. I’ve been thinking about it and planning it so long. Oh, baby, I can hardly wait!”
Paul sat beside her, twisted to gaze at his mother’s exquisite beauty. His gaze rested most of the time on her shapely tits, remembering last summer. He was just as anxious as his mother if not more so. He recalled I it with clarity, and found his prick becoming hard.
Donna, too, noticed the swelling bulge of his pants, and a lewd smile formed on her full, moist lips. With a significant look at the bulge, she stuck her tongue out playfully at him and pressed a little harder on the accelerator.
“You kept your promise, didn’t you, darling?” she asked softly. “You didn’t say anything to your father?”
“Golly, no, Mom.” Paul looked at her eyes. “He wouldn’t let me come here if I told him.”
“Good,” Donna replied. “I’m afraid your father is a bit Victorian some times. He would never understand.”
As she wheeled the car through the light traffic, Donna was bubbling with eagerness. Her nipples against her blouse were very sensitive, and her cunt was steaming so hotly that she felt close to orgasm already.
“Did you like what happened at the airport?” she asked softly.
“What happened?” he asked.
“My dress, silly.” Donna glanced at her son. “When my dress blew up.”
“That was something, Mom,” he laughed. “Sure I liked it, and so did all those guys standing there.”
“Was I pretty?”
“Very much. I almost got hard then.”
Donna laughed in a husky tone. “I wish you had. It would have been beautiful, darling. But I see you’re getting a nice hard-on now.”
Paul ran his hand over the lump in his pants, spreading his knees. “Are we going to have fun like last slimmer, Mom?”
“More than ever, baby,” she promised. “You’re older now and we can… do it.”
“Oh,” he groaned and pressed his hand hard against his hard cock. “Are we, Mom? Are we really gonna do it now?”
“I promised, didn’t I?”
“Go faster!” he said quickly.
Donna went a bit faster, laughing in her sultry, arousing way. She dropped her right hand from the wheel and slipped her skirt up her thighs. Paul gazed at her nyloned legs, seeing the creamy whiteness above them. His cock throbbed with hot eagerness and he pressed his hand harder.
“Oh, baby,” she gurgled. “Be careful with that thing. I don’t want you to come off in your pants. Wait until we get home, please!”
“Then we better hurry,” he grunted. “I know,” she murmured. “Oh, God I know!” The drive was short, taking about twenty minutes, but to Donna it seemed years. Her cunt was boiling hotly and she writhed her ass against the seat. But soon she pulled into the drive and set the brake. Before she could get out, Paul grabbed his mother’s hand and placed it on top of his bulging hard-on. Donna felt the throbbing of his prick against her palm, and she moaned with hungry eagerness. Pressing her hand against his cock, she leaned over and kissed him again, this time stabbing her tongue into his mouth. Paul began to suck it as he reached for his mother’s tits, squeezing them and making his mother whimper with a hot desire.
She wrapped her fingers about his cock as best she could and squeezed hard, and then pulled away. “We better go in the house, darling,” she said. “We could be seen.”
It was only a bit after noon, and the sun was hot. As she climbed from the car, she looked around to see if any of the neighbors were about. But apparently they, were all inside th
eir air-conditioned homes. As she unlocked the front door, Paul retrieved his suitcase and, looking at his beautiful mother, entered the house behind her. As soon as he had his suitcase on the floor and she had the door closed, they went into each other’s arms, hugging tightly. Her hands moved down his back, past his waist, and clutched the tightness of her son’s ass cheeks, grinding her lower body against him. His hard cock did not quite reach her cunt, but the feel of his prick against her upper thighs sent her into shivering pleasure. Grinding against him, she sucked at his tongue as he thrust it in and out of her hot, wet mouth.
“Has it been a long time, baby?” she asked in a husky voice as her tongue slipped free. She ground against his cock as she held his ass cheeks tightly. “Did you jack off and think about me?”
“You know I did, Mom,” he replied, moving his hands down her back to fondle her shapely ass. “And I kept my promise; the other promise.”
“You didn’t fuck some little girl?” she asked, pleased.
“No,” he said. “You asked me not to, remember?”
“You saved it for me?”
Yes! She squealed with happiness and hugged him very tightly. “Oh, darling, I was so pleased when you called a few months ago and told me you came. I’ve been waiting for that to happen. Hearing you talk about it made me so hot, so very hot!”
“And we’re gonna fuck now, Mom?”
“Didn’t I tell you that when you were able to come that we would? I won’t break my promise to my baby.”
Donna slipped her hands from his ass and shoved them between their tightly pressed bodies. She cupped his throbbing hard-on and squeezed. She then began tugging at his pants, gasping with a burning, desperate desire. “I want to see it, baby!” she moaned. “Is it bigger? Oh, I hope you come a lot now that you’ve started.”
She opened her son’s pants and stood gazing at his cock. His prick was long, not quite thick, but with the promise of becoming longer and thicker as he grew older. The head of his cock was smoothly swollen, beads of moisture forming on the piss hole. She ran her thumb over his prick, smearing the slippery fuck juice about the head of her son’s cock. She closed her fingers and jacked on his prick slowly, mewling with the feel of his cock. Her eyes glittered as her cunt throbbed and twitched between her thighs. She lifted his balls free and cupped them. There was very little hair on his balls, and she found that delightful. The last time she had seen his cock and balls had been nine months ago, and then he had just a slight tuft of curly hair at the base of his cock. Eager to see if he had more hair on his head than in his pants until they fell to his feet.
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