As she saw her son feeling Candy’s tits and Candy sitting there accepting it, the heat of Barbara’s cunt increased, flaring hotly. She leaned against the door, her eyes becoming glassy as she watched her son fondle Candy’s luscious tit. His other hand moved along Candy’s thigh.
Today Candy wore a summer dress, and Lewis continued looking at his mother as he boldly slipped his hand under Candy’s dress. Candy spread her knees, and Barbara watched her son’s hand move up that silky smooth thigh. Then Lewis was cupping Candy’s cunt and tit, while gazing boldly at his mother.
Barbara trembled, unable to jerk her eyes away, unable to stop seeing her son feeling Candy up.
Candy moved her hand, and Barbara watched it slide over the bulge of her son’s pants. The hardness of Lewis’ cock was quite evident, and Barbara sucked in a gasp as she saw Candy squeezing her son’s cock through his pants. There was a stabbing, burning sensation between her thighs, and Barbara’s hand was at her throat as she stared at the two young ones.
She had nothing to say, she knew.
She knew her son was letting her know that what she could do, so could he. She had no right to tell him to stop, that if he and Candy wanted to fuck, she would have to leave.
Barbara didn’t want to leave.
She wanted to stay… to see them fuck.
She moaned softly. A mental image flared in her mind of her son’s hard, throbbing cock sliding into Candy’s cunt, going deep, deep, his balls smashing against her tight, hot ass cheeks.
Barbara came.
Her cunt convulsed as she leaned against the door. She saw Candy rubbing her son’s cock through his pants, saw her son boldly feeling up and down the tightness of Candy’s panties.
The orgasm surprised her, and for a moment she was stiff and frozen. As the orgasm receded, she turned and walked as quickly as she could to her room.
The sight was gone, but the sounds followed her.
She sat on her bed and listened.
“You go for that stuff, Candy?” Barbara heard her son asking.
“Sure,” Candy replied, giggling. “What’s wrong with it, Lewis? You like to fuck me, don’t you? There’s nothing wrong if I wanna get sucked sometimes by a woman.”
“But she’s my mother!”
“What difference does that make?” Barbara heard Candy reply. “She’s nice. Your mother is beautiful, and if she wants to suck my cunt, I’m gonna let her. I like it and I don’t care if you don’t.”
“I’ll lick your pussy,” she heard her son saying, his voice now thick with desire. “You want to get sucked, I’ll do it. You’re my girl, remember?”
“I won’t be if you try and stop me from having fun, Lewis,” Candy replied. “You gotta stop acting jealous. You know I won’t let no other boy fuck me. But if I wanna have your mother lick me, I will.”
She heard her son reply, but his voice was so thick and low, the words were indistinct. Then she heard Candy. “I wanna fuck now, Lewis. You got me all hot feeling wound before your mother came in. Now you gotta fuck me!”
Barbara heard what sounded like the beginnings of an argument.
“Okay, I will!” Candy said. “I’ll just go in there and ask Barbara to lick my pussy, so there!”
Barbara heard steps, and her heart began to beat rapidly. The steps, however, stopped when she heard her son call out: “I was just teasing, Candy. Come on, I’ll fuck you!”
“You gotta fuck me on the couch, like I said,” Candy replied. “If you don’t, then I won’t do it. I wanna fuck on the couch.”
“But my mother is [missing text].”
“Are you gonna fuck me or not, Lewis?”
“Yes, Goddamn it!”
The sounds of rustling clothing seemed loud to Barbara, the sighs and grunts and mewls drifting to her open door. She couldn’t stand it any longer she had to look.
Barbara’s legs felt like rubber as she slipped down the short distance of the hall. She looked into the living room.
Candy was sprawled out on her back, one leg bent over the back of the couch, the other dangling over the cushions. Her dress was at her waist and her panties were on the floor.
Her son had taken his pants off, and Barbara watched her son get on his knees between Candy’s spread thighs. She saw a glimpse of his cock straining outward before he pressed upon Candy’s shivering body. She saw her son gripping the tight cheeks of Candy’s ass, then she saw her son’s ass naked and moving.
The sight sent ripples of excitement tingling up and down Barbara’s body. She gazed in starry-eyed fascination at her son’s naked ass, seeing the muscular cheeks bunch as he plunged his cock in and out of Candy’s cunt. Candy drew her legs up and back, lifting her cunt to the thrusts of Lewis cock. Barbara could hear the moist sounds of his prick fucking into that steamy wet pussy, and it caused her own cunt to start throbbing all over again.
As Candy drew her knees back, it caused her ass to lift from the cushions. Now Barbara saw her son’s cock driving back and forth, and her eyes became glazed with a perverse, lust. One of her hands lifted to clutch a suddenly swollen tit, the other pressing hard against her clit.
“Ooooh, Lewis!” Candy whimpered, shaking her uplifted ass, grinding as Lewis rammed into her cunt. “Ooooh, this is so good, Lewis! Ahhh, fuck me, Lewis! Fuck me fast and deep! I love the way your cock feels in my pussy! You fuck me better than anyone else!”
Her son, apparently caught up with ecstasy, grunted in reply. His face was buried into Candy’s shoulder. Candy was clawing at his ass with hot hands, squealing with ecstasy, thrashing her ass up and down to meet his driving hardness.
Barbara saw her son’s balls swinging up and down as he fucked Candy, and the desire to caress both of those two hot young kids became strong. She felt the overwhelming urge to drop to her knees at their side, to run her hands over their hot bodies, to kiss them and excite them to greater efforts.
Barbara had never seen anyone fucking before, but it was something she had dreamed of after becoming a widow. In her intense frustration, she had imagined many erotic situations, mostly with her in the center of all the action.
Now she was watching someone fuck her son and his girlfriend. She had a hunch neither would care if she came in and sat there, watching them.
But she remained where she was, her eyes glowing with hot desire, watching her son’s cock plunge in and out of Candy’s wet cunt, his balls swinging about. Barbara licked her lips, almost tasting Candy’s cunt again as she gazed. Candy had drawn her knees far back until her slim thighs were taut, her cunt glistening.
Candy was gasping and gurgling with delight as she squeezed Lewis’ asscheeks, trying to pull his cock as deep as she could.
Lewis was groaning loudly and his jerking increased.
Barbara pressed hard into her cunt, her other hand digging harshly into the tenderness of her swollen tit.
“I’m going to come, Candy!”
“Come, Lewis!” Candy shouted. “Oooh, I’m gonna come, too! Let’s come together!”
Barbara felt lightheaded as she watched her son and Candy grinding together, knowing they were coming. She could almost see her son’s cock gushing, the thickness of his come juice spewing into the satiny walls of the pussy she had sucked. She felt envy, and the thought of having her son’s hard cock squirting sweet, precious come juice into her own cunt was intense.
Barbara did not move until she saw them relax. Just as she started to leave, she caught Candy looking at her. Her young eyes were glowing and twinkling, then Candy flashed a quick smile at Barbara.
Barbara returned to her room and sat on the bed.
Something had just happened that would change not just her life, but that of her son’s, too. She felt it, felt it deeply.
Something was going to happen… something that sent shivering anxiety through her body.
It was late, and she had not eaten all day. Still, she was not hungry. She heard her son fixing something in the kitchen. She remained in her bedroom for the
rest of the day, wanting to talk to her son, to try and explain. But he would not come to her, and she didn’t have the nerve to approach him.
She had always been close to her son, and now she felt they were drifting apart. She felt he was ashamed of her because he had seen her eating Candy’s cunt.
It was almost eleven at night, and Barbara was in bed with the sheet pulled to her neck. Wide awake, she stared up at the dark ceiling.
The presence of her son was felt before she heard him.
She turned her head toward her bedroom door and saw her son. He was in jockey shorts.
As her breath caught in her throat, Lewis came into her room and stood at the side of her bed, looking down at her.
Then, before she knew what he was doing, he had jerked the sheet from her chin, letting it fall past her waist.
“Lewis, please,” she whimpered. Barbara was not afraid, but he had never been this way with her before. She started to reach for the sheet to pull over her, but he was too quick.
He grabbed the sheet and threw it off the bed.
Barbara lay there in her nightgown. Although it was dark, there was enough light so he could see her outline.
“You watched,” Lewis said.
Barbara tried to detect anger in his voice, but there was none.
“Candy told me you were watching, Mother,” he went on. “She saw you and she told [missing text].”
“Lewis, honey, don’t.”
“Why, Mother?” he asked. “Why did you do it?”
“I… heard you,” she answered, her voice trembling.
“I mean eating… you know what I mean, Mother.”
Barbara felt a sinking sensation in her chest. She reached for her son’s hand. Instead of his hand, she felt his hip.
Whether Lewis had started to move or what, she didn’t know. Her fingers brushed along the front of his jockey shorts, and she felt his cock. His prick was hard, bulging at the straining whiteness of his shorts.
“You’re my mother,” Lewis said. “But you’re a cuntlicker, too.”
Although his voice came out harsh, there was no anger in it.
“Candy is my girlfriend, Mother. And you sucked her! You kissed her pussy, Mother!”
Barbara winced.
“You want to feel my cock,” Lewis said. “Here! Feel my fucking cock Mother!”
Barbara tried to pull her hand away, but her son gripped her wrist as he shoved his shorts down. The contact of her fingers on her son’s cock jolted her.
Lewis closed his mother’s fingers around his cock and pressed them tightly.
“Feel it, Mother!” he growled. “Feel my cock! You like my hard cock, Mother! Would you like to have my cock fucking you? Is that it? Is that why you watched me fuck Candy? Did you suck her cunt because it’s really my cock you want?”
Barbara could not reply. He had wrapped her hand around his cock, and she felt it burning and throbbing in her fist. He stood at the side of her bed, looking down at her, his hips arched forward.
Although he was no longer holding her wrist, Barbara clung to his prick. Then she was moving her hand, jacking his cock. Pre-cum was dripping from his piss hole, and it made her fist slippery. Then Lewis was pumping back and forth, fucking her fist.
Strangely, Barbara felt no reluctance about touching her son’s prick, stroking him, feeling his hardness, the first hard cock she had had in her hand since becoming a widow.
There was a heat between her thighs that seemed to scald her flesh, and Barbara yearned to feel his cock sliding into her cunt. She twisted her hips against the mattress, her fist jerking back and forth on her son’s cock.
Lewis was arching forward, grunting now.
“Feel my cock, Mother! You want to feel my cock, feel it! Jack my cock off, Mother! You want it… you want my cock so bad you’ll eat the cunt I fuck, huh? Are you a cocksucker, too, Mother? Do you suck cock as well as suck cunt?”
Barbara’s cunt burned, her pussy lips flexing as her clit became painfully swollen. She came close to putting her other hand down there, to rub up and down on her pussy to make it convulse.
She had started to reach for her pussy when her son came.
The discharge was sudden and unexpected to her.
She felt his cock throb, then the come juice was spewing from his piss hole, splashing onto her concealed tits. A drop or two struck her neck, searing her flesh. The hand reaching for her cunt paused at her trembling stomach, but her other hand beat faster than before on his gushing cock, making him come.
Without further words, Lewis pulled his shorts up and left her room.
Barbara lay there, feeling his come juice soaking through her nightgown, drenching her tits.
She brought the hand that had been jacking his cock to her neck and found a small pool of his come juice in the hollow. She moved her finger into it, then brought it to her lips. Her tongue licked it away, and with a soft whimper, she plunged her tongue into her mouth, thrusting it in and out like a cock.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day after bathing, Barbara pulled on a pair of shorts she had not worn in a long time.
They were a bright yellow color and hugged her shapely ass like a second skin. The legs were cut high at her hips, and she was very much aware that, the dark curls of her cunt curled out from the tight crotch. She knew that her puffy cunt was outlined, the bulge of it was obvious. On her swelling round tits, she wore a bikini halter, her nipples protruding. The lower curves of her rounded ass showed, and the shorts dug into the crack of her ass. She knew what her appearance was like, yet, after last night, she didn’t care.
She had finally admitted to herself that she wanted to fuck Lewis. She admitted it to herself during her bath. She wanted to fuck her son, and it was not out of jealousy over Candy, either. She didn’t mind if he fucked the exquisite girl at all, but she wanted his cock in her cunt, too.
Yet, as much as she wanted her son’s cock up her pussy, Barbara felt she could not ask him. He would have to ask her.
Lewis was at the dining room table when she entered. The first thing she noticed was that a cup of fresh coffee was placed where she usually sat.
With a nervous smile at him, she stood and sipped the coffee. Looking at him over the rim of the cup, she saw her son’s eyes move up and down her body. She turned, facing her son, and his eyes lingered at the outline of her cunt. The slit of her pussy was obvious, as well as the hairs sticking from the tight crotch.
“Well, look at that,” Lewis said, reaching for her.
When Lewis tugged at a few strands of cunt hair, she trembled. He had not pulled them hard enough to hurt her, but it did make a twitch come to her cunt.
She stood in shaking pleasure as he lightly ran his hand up her thigh. Glancing past the table, she saw his cock was bulging inside his frayed and worn cut-off jeans. After tugging at her cunt hair, he pulled his hand back. For a while longer Barbara stood facing her son, then she turned and faced the sink, rinsing her cup.
She knew what her son was looking at, and she tried to stop the quiver of her ass cheeks. Then she felt her son’s presence behind her. When she felt his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, she trembled, unable to stop the squirming movement of her ass.
Feeling her son’s hands cupping her ass, Barbara wanted to turn and face him, press her tits against his chest and feel his hard cock against her body. But before she could turn, he had drawn away.
Over her shoulder she saw him leave.
A sob of yearning frustration came over her. She leaned against the sink, her cunt throbbing and her body shaking.
Her son had touched her.
He had pulled her cunt hair, and he had felt her ass.
Maybe, she thought, he wants to fuck me but is afraid I’d stop him. Oh, Lewis… I won’t! I won’t! I want it, too, darling! Oh, I want to get fucked so much! And I want your cock, darling, your cock fucking me!
Thinking she had made Lewis mad by her wanton dress, she returned to the bedroom. H
e had not liked seeing her this way, she told herself. The way he had touched her, the way he had looked at her, told her that.
Feeling embarrassed, she peeled the bikini halter off and then her shorts. She pulled on a pair of gauzy bikini panties and then a cool house dress. Her nipples still strained against the dress since she wore no bra. The skirt was full, swirling about her legs. If Lewis didn’t like those shorts, she would dispose of them, throw them away.
Lewis came home about noon, and he was with Candy.
Barbara sat in the wall-hugger chair, and when they entered, she remained there.
Candy greeted her with a smile of cheerfulness, her sparkling white teeth showing. Lewis seemed to ignore his mother.
Barbara listened to her son and Candy talking, but she wasn’t hearing the words. She could leave, but she wouldn’t. It was her house, and if her son wanted to fuck Candy, he could damn well take her to his bedroom. Either that or… she lifted her eyes.
Candy was sitting close to Lewis, and they had their mouths pressed tightly together. Barbara saw her son’s tongue going deep into Candy’s eager mouth. But the kiss was not what drew her eyes. It was her son’s hand moving into Candy’s blouse.
She watched her son playing with Candy’s tit, then his hand came out and roamed down the girl’s body to her lap. She watched as her son pressed his hand against Candy’s cunt, and, lifting her eyes, she saw that he was looking at her.
Candy giggled and placed her hand on Lewis’ bulging hard-on.
“I’m going to fuck Candy, Mother,” Lewis said. “If you don’t want to watch, then you can go to your room. But I think you want to watch me fuck her.”
Without anything more, she saw her son stand and strip his cutoffs from his body.
Candy was giggling softly, her eyes on Barbara. But Barbara wasn’t looking at the exquisitely beautiful girl. She was staring hotly at her son’s cock.
She was amazed at the length and thickness of her son’s prick. She had not thought his cock was this large from jacking it off the night before. It jutted from a thick mass of hair, the shaft long and round, very hard. The head of his cock was swollen almost to the size of a small plum. His balls hung heavy below.
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