She eased his cock from her pussy and turned onto her stomach. Before she drew her knees underneath, she giggled. Jerry had leaned over and kissed one cheek of her ass.
“Mmmm, you’re an ass-kisser, are you?”
“I sure am, Mother,” he giggled, watching her pull her knees under, her shapely ass lifting into the air.
“How many asses have you kissed?” she teased.
“[missing text],” he replied, seeing her ass cheeks.
“One,” he replied seeing her asscheeks spread, the winking of her asshole and the hairy lips of her cunt pooching from between her thighs.
“And whose ass was that?”
“Your ass, Mother,” he giggled again. “Just now.”
Joyce waggled her uplifted ass erotically at her son. “Mmmm, and it was a very nice kiss, too. But I’d rather have your cock in my cunt right now. You can kiss on my ass all you want later, but I need a good fucking now.”
Jerry was on his knees behind his mother’s upturned ass, rubbing the wet head of his cock about her thighs, dragging it up over her sweet, smooth ass cheeks, leaving burning moisture on her flesh. He dragged his cock down along the split of her ass, rubbing the cockhead on her hot asshole, then down to shove it into her eager cunt.
With a squeal, Joyce rammed her ass back on him, his cock fucking all the way into her pussy. Placing his hands on her ass, Jerry watched with wide-eyed delight as his mother began to dance her ass about, shaking it and fucking on his prick.
“Do you like that, baby?” she asked, wiggling her ass without difficulty. “Do you like how I can shake my ass for you? I can fuck in all kinds of positions! I can even fuck you standing on my head.”
“I don’t believe it,” he said.
“I’ll show you, but not right now,” Joyce mewled. “Right now I want you to fuck me like a doggy. Fuck me good, the way a doggy fucks!”
Jerry fucked into his mother’s cunt, his balls swinging about. He leaned over her back and closed his hands about her tight tits, humping swiftly as the excitement gripped him. He plunged his cock back and forth, licking at the flesh on her satiny back. Joyce grasped her son’s balls as she rested her head on a pillow, panting heavily as her son pounded his prick into her cunt.
Unlike the night before, she didn’t shout exciting words to him, nor did Jerry say anything. Their gasps were the only sounds in the bedroom besides the moist slapping of his cock fucking into her gripping cunt.
When she came, she moaned loudly, her pussy sucking on Jerry’s cock with steaming waves of spasms. It was enough to draw the thick, creamy come juice out of his balls. Jerry made whimpering sounds as he came, and when it was over, he pulled his cock out of his mother’s cunt and lay on his back. Joyce sat up, seeing the glistening wetness of his prick. She cuddled his cock in her palm, seeing confusion in her son’s eyes.
“What’s the matter, baby?” she asked. “Wasn’t it good for you?”
“You didn’t say anything, Mother,” he said in a quiet voice. “You didn’t talk dirty like you did last night.”
“Oh, is that it?” she laughed. “I wasn’t sure you wanted me to say anything. I thought maybe you wanted me to be quiet.”
“Oh, no! I like hearing you talk that way, Mother!” he said. “It makes me real hot to hear you say those things.”
“Then I’ll talk,” she said. “I love to talk that way when I’m fucking. But you know what? I love hearing you use those words and calling me those delicious names, too.”
“You mean it?”
She nodded, holding his balls and cock in her hand. “I mean it, you sweet little motherfucker,” she said, her eyes dancing merrily. “I meant it all, you cuntlicking little motherfucking asshole.”
“So I’m a motherfucker,” he laughed. “You’re a cocksucking cunt mother, aren’t you?”
“You better believe that!” she giggled, leaning down to kiss his cunt-wet cock. “I’m anything and everything you want to call me, and more.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I’m a fuck-lover,” she said in a low voice. “I’m a cock-lover and it makes me get all hot and wet just thinking about hard cock. There’s nothing like a hard cock and wet cunt fucking, coming all over the place.” Then, teasingly, she asked: “Where did you learn those words, anyway?”
“School,” he said. “All the kids use them.”
“And they probably don’t know what those words mean, either,” she laughed. “Smart-assed kids! Now you know more about fucking than anyone your age, I’d bet.”
He nodded in agreement. “At least the guys, but there’s this girl who seems to know all about it.”
“Oh?” Joyce raised an eyebrow. “That sounds to me like you’ve got the hots for some little cunt at school.”
Jerry’s face flushed. “Well, she’s awfully pretty and sometimes I see her panties and I get hard. I think she knows what it’s all about, but I’m not sure. She teases a lot.”
“A prick teaser, is she?”
“I think so,” Jerry said, climbing off the bed. “But she sure is pretty.”
“You’d love to fuck her, wouldn’t you?” Joyce felt no jealousy, but she did feel a certain kind of excitement. “I might get a chance some day,” Jerry said, going into his mother’s bathroom, leaving the door open.
Joyce lay back, spreading her legs, listening to her son pissing into the water of the toilet. There was a clenching of her cunt as she heard it, and she was reminded of the time she came while pissing and thinking about her son. She recalled how it had felt the night before as she pissed behind that swing. The urge to go to him and hold his cock as he pissed was strong, and she closed her fingers into a tight fist. She saw him, in her mind, his cock held between his forefinger and thumb, the golden piss rushing out of his cock in a warm, exciting stream.
Joyce came.
Her cunt throbbed with a wavy sensation as an orgasm bubbled through her. She squeezed her thighs tightly, pressuring them on her clit. When the spasm, passed, she swung her legs over the bed and walked into the bathroom just as her son was shaking his cock. Her eyes focused on the head of his prick and she licked her lips.
Jerry moved away. “You gotta piss, too, Mother?”
Joyce nodded her head. But instead of sitting on the toilet as usual, she spread her legs about it, facing the tank. She grinned at her son.
“Want to watch?” She studied his eyes carefully as she parted the lips of her cunt. “Want to watch me piss?”
She was pleased when his eyes sparkled and he leaned over to see. She let go with a golden stream of piss, hearing a soft moan from her son. Still pissing, she sucked in a deep breath.
“I came hearing you pee, honey. I came when I heard you pissing in here,” she admitted.
Jerry giggled, and her pulse raced as her son suddenly slipped his hand into the stream of her golden piss, moving it up until he was cupping her cunt lightly. Piss streamed from his hand, soaking her thighs. She covered the back of his hand with her own, feeling her piss along with him.
“Ohhh, shit… I might come again!” she moaned.
“Then come, Mother!” he urged.
But she didn’t come, right then.
She dried her cunt with a tissue, then washed her hands beside her son.
He washed his when she finished, and then they went back to her bedroom. Joyce slipped into a fresh pair of panties, pulled a blouse over her tits, and completed her dressing with a skirt that was tight enough to mold and hug her shapely ass, a long slit up the left thigh.
They had breakfast, both still feeling the excitement of a new day, a day of learning more about each other’s sexual desires and hungers.
She had talked her son into putting on a pair of old faded jeans he had chopped off and made into shorts. They were a little small for him now, but that pleased her. She had asked him not to wear underwear because she wanted to see his cock dangling down. She went on to tell him that once she had seen the head of a young boy’s cock hanging out of his
cutoffs, and that she had come very hard. She did not tell, her son she had been with his father at the time, and that her husband had encouraged her to look at the boy. Neither did she tell her son of how his father would get an enormous hard-on when he looked at the succulent young girls wearing shorts so tight their cute asses were half naked.
She did not tell Jerry of the many times she and her husband had fantasized about the young girls, nor of the one time they had been with a couple, fucking first each other, then trading partners. She did not tell her son how exciting that had been to her, watching her husband’s cock fucking the other woman’s cunt, or the thrill she had gotten while her husband watched her sucking the man’s cock off, taking his come juice into her mouth. Maybe she would do so later, but not now.
Seeing her son wander about the house in his old cutoffs, the head of his cock dangling in full exposure, kept her cunt on fire. She cleared the table after breakfast, and openly watched her son’s cock. She sat in positions so the slit of her tight skirt was open, her sleek thigh revealed. They were teasing each other, letting the passions grow and bubble, and they both knew it. It was a game, a game of lewd anticipation. There was no reason to tease, not now — but it was fun. Joyce was delighted that her son had picked up on the words she loved to hear him say, the names she wanted him to call her. When he would call out lewd words to her and waggle his cock at her, she would almost come in her panties.
She was on the couch, legs crossed, the slit of her tight skirt high, the ridge of her panties showing, her eyes glowing with heat as her son stood a few feet in front of her, his cock dangling from the frayed edges of his cutoffs. Jerry pulled them aside, exposing his cock and balls to his mother.
“What do you think of this, cocksucker?”
“I think it’s beautiful, you little motherfucker,” she replied.
“Want it?”
“Yes,” she said, her eyes smoldering.
Jerry moved toward her, his cock and balls revealed. Joyce caressed his cock and balls as he stood before her, making his prick swell and throb. When his cock was hard, she stroked it with her fist, licking her lips.
“You know what I’d love, baby?” she asked in a low, throaty voice, pulling on her son’s prick.
“Sure, to fuck my cock, Mother.”
“Always love to fuck you,” she said, “but I would love to have your cock in my mouth. Would you like to fuck Mother in the mouth, Jerry?”
“Really?” he asked, excitement making his voice track.
She nodded, grinning at him.
“But I might come.”
“Mmmm, I hope you do!” she squealed.
“In your mouth? Really, Mother? Come in your mouth?”
Joyce made a gurgling sound, gazing at her son’s cock and balls with hungry eyes. She ran her hand along her skirt, lifting it past, her thigh. She uncrossed her legs and spread her knees, the tight crotch of her panties showing. As her eyes focused on the swollen head of her son’s cock, Jerry stared between his mother’s thighs. Joyce caressed her inner thighs lightly, licking her lips slowly.
“Of course you can come in my mouth,” she said in a throaty murmur. “That’s what it’s for. A girl shouldn’t offer to let a guy fuck her mouth unless she allows him to come in it, just as he comes in her cunt.” She flashed a lewd grin at her son. “I love to feel a cock squirt jizz in my mouth, it tastes heavenly!”
Jerry climbed onto the couch, standing on the cushions at his mother’s side. Joyce noticed her son was short enough so that she could sit on her ass and take his cock into her mouth. She turned to face him, spreading her legs about his feet. Drawing her knees up and rubbing the satiny flesh of her inner thighs close to his knees, she opened his cutoffs and pulled them down past his ass. Her beautiful face was on a perfect level with Jerry’s cock and balls.
“I love to hold a naked ass in my hands if I get fucked in the mouth, darling,” she whispered. “And don’t forget, call me some delicious names while I’m sucking you.”
She cupped her son’s bare ass with her hot palms. Playfully, she rubbed her lips about the tip of his dripping cock, sliding her tongue out to taste the seeping juices.
“Hold my face,” she said in a thick, whispery voice. “Hold my face like you would my ass when you fuck me.”
She shivered when her son placed his trembling hands on her cheeks. “Mmmm, now fuck my face, honey.”
The smoothness of his cock touched her lips and Joyce allowed them to open and slide over that creamy sweet cockhead. Her lips ovaled to take his cock, and they tingled as her son slowly inserted his prick into her mouth. She kept her eyes gazing up at his young, excited face. When, he had half his cock in her mouth, Joyce gave an ecstatic moan and jerked at his ass, pulling his throbbing hard cock deep into her wet, hot mouth, his balls slapping at her chin. Her tongue pressed his cock tightly to the roof of her mouth, the smooth prickhead in her throat. She used her, lips and tongue and throat to make a tight, wet, hot sheath for her son’s cock, her eyes twinkling up at his very excited face.
In a hesitant way, Jerry pulled his cock back, feeling the sucking pressure of his mother’s mouth. He pulled back slowly, then moved forward again, still slowly, as if afraid he would harm her in some way. Joyce let her son fuck her mouth as she wanted for a few moments, then she slipped her lips from his cock, nuzzling his cock tip.
“You don’t have to be so gentle, baby,” she said, squeezing his ass. “You can fuck my mouth as hard and fast as you want. You won’t hurt me… I love it best when you’re so excited and moving fast.” She kissed his balls. “And don’t forget those names!”
She engulfed his cock again, pulling him forward by his has, bringing his cock deep. She moaned softly as her cunt fluttered with that ecstatic sensation, her mouth burning around his cock. She dug her hands into his asscheeks, her fingers deep between them. Jerry began to fuck faster into his mother’s mouth, gazing with hungry excitement down at her, seeing her lips encircling his cock. Then he fucked faster yet, gasping with the sensations her tongue and lips were giving him.
“Mmmm!” Joyce whimpered excitedly as her son fucked her mouth with increasing speed and power, his ass cheeks bunching against her palms. His balls swung against her chin, increasing her delight. She pressed her knees against his legs, squirming her ass on the couch as the heat of her cunt began to boil wetly.
“That’s good, Mother!” Jerry yelped, fucking his cock back and forth. “That’s so good! Your mouth is hot and wet and you’re gonna suck my cock right off me! Ohhh, Mother, suck me! Suck my cock, Mother, suck me!”
Joyce’s eyes rolled, her soft mewls bubbling around his throbbing prick.
“It feels almost like your cunt, Mother!” Jerry was groaning. “No hair, but as wet and hot as your fucking cunt! Eat my cock, Mother! Ohhh, suck my prick, cocksucker! Oh, you suck cock so fucking good! Cocksucker mother… mother cocksucker… cuntface… cunt cocksucker! Ohhh, you hot cunt bitch cocksucker mother!”
Jerry was fucking her mouth wildly now, plunging his prick into her mouth with short, jerky strokes. Joyce moaned with intense delight, sucking on his cock with greedy determination. His words bounced around inside her burning, erotically oriented mind, sending hot flashes to her cunt.
“Fucking cocksucker! Cocksucking cunt face!” Jerry was yelling down at her now, fucking fast, his balls beating at her chin rapidly. “Eat my fucking hard cock, you cocksucking cunt! I’m gonna fuck your cocksucking cunt mouth and come down your fucking hot cocksucking throat!”
Spasm after spasm began to erupt inside Joyce’s fiery cunt, the convulsions spreading that tremendous, ecstatic heat along her inner thighs and lower stomach. She clutched at his naked ass, trying to force him to fuck her mouth faster yet. It wasn’t that she had a special preference for fast mouthfucking, she loved to give slow, lingering blowjobs, too. But that would come later. She knew her son would become this excited their first time, and this one was more for him than her.
Joyce gripped
his ass hard as he fucked into her mouth, relaxing her fingers when he pulled back, until it was as though she were forcing his hips back and forth. His sock plunged deep, then drew back until only the cockhead was between her lips, then he fucked in again, deep. His body was shaking and his eyes unfocused as she gazed heatedly up at him, her mouth filled with his precious cock. It was throbbing more and more, and the juices dripping out of his piss hole burned on her tongue, making her hungry for the thickness of his sweet come juice.
The words her son used came easily to him now, and they made her cunt twitch as she kept coming, her clit swollen painfully. The orgasms steamed one after the other, in a never-ending wave of orgiastic ecstasy, her ass twisting as she moaned around his cock.
“Cocksucker… cocksucker… cocksucker,” Jerry was chanting over and over, ramming his prick in and out of his mother’s wet, sucking mouth.
Joyce felt his cock becoming even harder. She knew the signs a cock made with impending climax, and she began to suck at his cock with wet, hungry moans, her tongue fluttering and licking eagerly. Again her eyes rolled as she anticipated the flood of his creamy come juice, her lips very tight. Sliding her right hand to his balls, she gripped them and twisted gently, tugging as his cock fucked in and out of her hot mouth. She felt her son’s body trembling as his climax swelled, felt in his balls and his throbbing cock shaft, and the increase of those juices at his piss hole slimed her tongue.
The sudden eruption of her son’s jism was accompanied by a wild, choking yell. Her eyes closed dreamily as his cock squirted into her mouth, the sweetness of his come juice coating her tongue, then running into her throat. Jerry’s body had become stiff as he came, and Joyce moved her lips hotly on his cock, finally gripping his cock shaft, her tongue lapping about his jizzgushing piss hole.
The taste of his come juice filling her mouth sent her cunt into a shattering and final orgasm, causing her ass to grind into the cushions of the couch. She was wailing with the intensity of her ecstasy as her mouth filled time and again with her son’s come juice. She did not swallow immediately, but kept his come juice in her mouth and on her tongue. She thought he had finished, and was starting to suck him off, when a final spurt of thick jism bubbled from his piss hole. She moaned and gazed glassy-eyed at his contorted face, his hands tight on her cheeks. She held her lips tight as he pulled his prick out of her mouth, sitting on the back of the couch and leaning on the wall, gasping and still moaning. Joyce rolled her son’s come juice about in her mouth, her eyes dreamy, and she began to swallow his warm jism.
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