Joyce recognized Pamie as a dedicated little cocksucker and wondered, but just briefly, when she had started. She was so young, yet she devoured Jerry’s cock like a woman who had developed a taste for cocksucking over many years. Sliding her hand up and between her son and Pamie, Joyce fondled and caressed the girl’s small tits, her other hand rubbing her bubbling little pussy. Her eyes were straining as she watched Pamie suck vigorously on Jerry’s cock.
“God, you look so beautiful, Pamie,” Joyce whispered throatily. “With my son’s cock in your mouth, you look so beautiful! Suck him, baby! Suck my son’s cock! Taste his hot came juice! You’ll love it, Pamie! Jerry has the sweetest and most jizz of anyone I know! Suck him, you sweet little cocksucker!”
Pamie was groaning softly as she ran her tight lips back and forth on the throbbing hard-on, her eyes opening and closing, her gaze glassy with ecstasy. She dug her fingers into Jerry’s ass, squeezing the ass cheeks and pulling his cock deep into her hot, wet mouth. Joyce lowered her head, shoving it between her son’s legs and Pamie’s body, sucking a pink nipple as she looked up, watching her son’s balls bang upon that young chin. As she sucked Pamie’s tits, Joyce kept her hands busy, roaming about the satiny thighs, the tight little ass, feeling the heat of the fuzzy young cunt.
Pamie pulled her mouth off Jerry’s cock, nuzzling his hard-on against her cheek as she looked up at him.
“Jerry, you can piss in my mouth if you wanna, but don’t say anything to any people at school, okay? I don’t care if you talk about fucking me or that I suck cock, but I don’t want them to know you piss in my mouth.”
“I won’t,” Jerry promised, trying to work his cock back into her fiery mouth.
“Won’t what?” Pamie teased, blinking her eyes at him as she rubbed the wet head of his cock across her lips. “Tell or piss in my mouth?”
“Tell,” he said, arching his hips forward and fucking his cock into her willing mouth.
Pamie began to suck furiously again. Joyce, her lips wrapped around a sweet tit, almost all of the tit in her mouth, watched again with excitement as the little girl sucked with an energetic hunger. Working her middle finger into Pamie’s steamy cunt, she found it to be very tight. Fucking with her finger and sucking that sugary tit, she kept looking upward as Pamie sucked hard on Jerry’s cock.
“You want me to come in your mouth, Pamie?” Jerry asked, his voice cracking with ecstasy. “You want me to fill your little mouth with my jizz?”
Pamie nodded her head, but refused to let his cock go long enough to reply. She nodded and mewled about his prick, her hands digging harder into his ass, her fingers clawing at the crack of his ass as she began to make him fuck her mouth.
“I’m about to come,” Jerry said, grunting and holding the back of her head, pumping his cock in and out of her tight, hot lips. “I’m about to come in your fucking mouth, Pamie!”
Pamie squealed around his cocks sucking very hard.
Joyce, her mouth filled with Pamie’s tit, fingerfucked the girl in a frenzy. She watched her son’s balls, seeing them become tight at the base of his cock, the girl’s lips stretched as his prick penetrated them, fucking her mouth with quick, short strokes. Jerry’s balls writhed as he grunted. Joyce didn’t have to hear the wail of ecstasy Pamie made to know her son was coming off, filling that young mouth with his creamy, sweet come juice. As her son came in Pamie’s mouth, Joyce felt the girl’s little cunt squeezing and tightening around her plunging finger, the hips moving. Pamie was coming almost violently around Joyce’s finger as she began to make wet, gulping sounds, swallowing the thick cock cream spewing into her greedy mouth.
Joyce slipped her finger out of the Pamie’s cunt as the girl sat on her heels, grinning widely, licking her puffy lips.
“I came so hard!” Pamie said happily. “I started, coming when you did, Jerry, and I thought I’d never stop.”
“Don’t I get any credit?” Joyce asked, leaning over and kissing the girl’s come-drenched lips.
“Oh, yes!” Pamie mewled, darting her tongue playfully into Joyce’s mouth.
Joyce faced her son, swirling her tongue about his cock, tasting a drop or two of his come juice that seeped front his piss hole. Pamie watched with glowing eyes. “I guess we’re both cock hungry, huh, Joyce?”
“We sure are, honey,” Joyce replied, “not to mention just a teeny bit cunt hungry, too.”
Panic looked up at Jerry. “Don’t forget,” she said, her eyes flashing, “you want to piss in my mouth.”
“You asked me,” he reminded her.
“You don’t wanna piss for me?”
“Don’t worry,” Joyce said, caressing those tight little tits. “Jerry will piss for you.”
“In my mouth?”
“Wherever you want,” Jerry said.
“My cunt?” Pamie asked, showing excitement. “Will you piss on my cunt?”
“He’s pissed in my asshole,” Joyce said.
Panic’s eyes grew huge. “Really? Ooo, I bet that felt good. Joyce!”
“Well, it made me come, that’s for sure even if it did feel like be gave me an enema.”
“I wanna try that!” Pamie said, her voice low with emotion. “I wanna try it, too.”
“How long can you stay?” Joyce asked.
Pamie looked at the clock above the fireplace. “I’ve got two more hours,” she said. “But I can come back. I wanna come back as often as I can.”
Joyce hugged the girl tightly, smashing her big spongy tits against those small tits. “You can come here as often as you want, baby.”
“And we can do this? We can fuck and suck all the time?”
“Why else?”
“I can’t get enough,” Pamie said, clutching at one cheek of Joyce’s ass, her other hand holding Jerry’s cock tightly. “I don’t know why, but I just want to be fucked all the time.”
“Just fucked, honey?” Joyce asked, laughing lewdly.
“Oh, no! I wanna do everything, Joyce,” the girl said. “I wanna try it all!”
Over Joyce’s shoulder, Pamie pulled Jerry’s cock close to kiss it. At the same time she scrambled about until she was sitting between Joyce’s thighs, her own thighs around Joyce’s hips. Joyce felt the warmth of the girl’s cunt close to hers, and then the wetness.
“You’re pissing!” Joyce mewled.
“Yes,” Pamie whispered.
Joyce felt the golden stream of piss splashing upon her hairy cunt, making her pussy tingle.
“Your gonna get it now, you sweet thing!” Joyce said, and she began pissing all over Pamie’s cunt, too. Pamie leaned back, looking down. Jerry, peering over his mother’s shoulder, could see them pissing on each other’s cunt, and he draped his cock over his mother’s naked shoulder.
Pamie lifted her eyes in time to see Jerry letting go with a strong golden stream of piss, right into her young face. Pamie squealed loudly, opening her mouth wide.
Joyce watched her son pissing into the exciting girl’s mouth, over her face until piss ran down over her small tits, then back into her gurgling mouth again. Joyce’s cunt began to convulse as she felt the warm piss flowing from Pamie’s cunt, spurting upon her clit as she returned the stream to Pamie. She felt her son’s piss splattering back from Pamie’s face and mouth to her swollen tits, running warmly down her belly and drenching her thick cunt hair. Joyce turned her head sideways, her mouth open.
Jerry began to piss alternately into Pamie’s mouth and his mother’s. Pamie pressed her check to Joyce’s and both began to swallow Jerry’s hot piss, their cunts still spurting foaming piss. Jerry shook his cock into their faces when he finished, then sat back on the couch, legs wide, playing with his cock.
Pamie mewled and hugged Joyce, their piss-soaked tits pressed together.
“Oooo, I wish I could live here,” Pamie whispered, licking about Joyce’s face.
“So do I,” Joyce replied. “So does my son.”
“It would be so nice,” Pamie murmured. Jerry stroked his c
ock into hardness. “Hey, which one of you wants to take care of my hard-on?”
Joyce and Pamie giggled, then both turned to him.
“Both of us!” Joyce giggled. She took her son’s cock into her mouth as Pamie began to lick his balls.
“Oh, yes, both of you!” Jerry sighed happily, leaning back and watching his mother and little Pamie devouring his cock and balls hungrily.
THE END
CB-4497 DAVY’S LOVING MOTHER
FOREWORD
A mother’s desire for her son is a subject as old as the world of literature, and its theme, incest, can be traced in the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, and Lot’s scheme to repopulate a supposedly desolate earth by sleeping with his daughters. The subject has been probed by Sophocles, and Freud defined the problem of incest. Eugene O’Neill, a great playwright, encompassed the theme in one of his most important works.
An incestuous desire is now considered normal, healthy, and to be expected, but should this need on the part of a woman to physically possess her son remain unchecked, the possible catastrophe which might follow could be of such dimension that none involved will recover.
DAVY’S LOVING MOTHER is the story of an incestuous relationship between a young housewife and her young son Davy. It is a startling novel with an important message for society.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Molly stood gazing at her son.
Davy was sound asleep, sprawled on his back. His night lamp was still burning, and he had kicked the sheets to the foot of the bed. His pajamas hung low on his hips, the naked flesh of his stomach showing.
She was wearing a long nightgown, a nylon gown that clung to the curves of her slender body. The top of her gown was lace, and the light-brown color of her nipples showed. She entered her son’s room and stood over him, her eyes roaming about his youthful body.
Across his face was a pair of her panties.
This was not the first time she had seen her panties on his face while he slept. She had been peeking in on him for the past week, and each night the panties were either on his face or lying next to his head on the pillow. They were always the same pair of panties. They were pink, trimmed with white lace, the crotch usually turned outward.
Molly was very much aware that some men enjoyed fondling a woman’s panties during times of jerking off. She knew they enjoyed the scent of a woman’s worn panties, and at times wrapped the nylon about their cocks, to jack off. But that was men, not her son. Davy was young, and she felt he shouldn’t know what to do with his cock yet, let alone find pleasure in caressing a pair of panties.
But for a week she had seen him with those same panties near his head or draped over his face while he slept.
She thought the panties had been mysteriously lost while being washed. The washing machine sometimes ate a sock or two, but never panties.
Oddly enough, she didn’t feel anger at her son for having them. She felt an unusual tingling sensation between her thighs as she looked down on his sleeping body. One of his eyes showed through the leg of her panties, and the crotch rested lightly on his lips.
All day she had been wearing the same panties. Molly usually changed her panties at least twice a day, but today was different. Feeling a flush of excitement on her lovely face, she lifted her gown to her waist, and peeled her panties off. She held them up, turning them inside out. They were pink, too, but the whole front was black lace. She brought the panties to her face and sniffed. The scent of her cunt was there, along with two stray dark pussy hairs. Very carefully, she removed the panties from her son’s sleeping face and placed the other panties there.
She looked down at him for a while, her eyes straying toward the crotch of his pajamas. The fly gaped slightly, and she leaned over to look closely. She could see the base of Davy’s cock, the hint of one ball. Her hand began to itch with the desire to fondle him, to feel his cock and precious balls. Fighting the urge, she left his room, her panties balled in her hand. She tossed the panties into the laundry hamper of the hall bathroom where she was sure Davy would see them in the morning. Then, on an impulse, she stripped her gown over her head.
Molly had rich, dark, chestnut-colored hair, with hot green eyes and a full, wide mouth. Her face was beautiful, as beautiful as any cover-girl model. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, creamy to the touch. Her tits were full and wide-spaced, the nipples tilted upward. She had a small waist and a flat stomach, with just a delicious hint of roundness. Her hips were curvy and her thighs very long and shapely. Her ass swelled out in mouth watering firm cheeks, with a deep, inviting asscrack. The hair of her cunt was shaped like an open fan, with a very a faint line of thin hair growing toward her dimpled belly button.
Feeling delicious to be naked in the hall bathroom, the door wide open, Molly giggled with a lewd sound. She ran her hands to her cunt, parting the thick hair to expose the pinkness of her cunt. Pulling at the lips of her cunt, she parted them until her cunt jutted forth. Molly’s cunt was unusual in that it was extra long, perhaps a full inch. It was the most sensitive thing she had ever touched. Now, she rubbed lightly with the tip of finger over it, her hips jerking spastically as she moaned softly.
She resisted the powerful urge to stab a finger up her cunt and work it in and out, bringing herself to orgasm. As much fun as it was to fingerfuck, she wanted more than a stiff finger up her pussy.
Sighing, she picked her gown up, draped it over her shoulder, and nakedly stepped into the hall. She walked to her room, pausing at Davy’s door and looking in at him. If he was awake, he would have seen his naked mother standing there, her green eyes smoldering at the front of his pajamas. Molly trembled with strange hungers, and turned to her room.
The next morning, Davy said nothing.
Molly watched him carefully. Surely he knew there was a different pair of panties on his face than those he went to sleep with. But Davy gave no indication he knew. Dressed in her light summer robe, with a fresh pair of panties on, but her tits naked, Molly prepared his breakfast as he sat at the table. Davy wore his cutoffs, with sneakers on his feet. Cutoffs and sneakers seemed to be the summer uniform of the boys and girls, she thought.
As she turned from the stove, her robe swirled and her thighs were exposed briefly. But Davy had seen her legs, and Molly noticed a quick flare of interest in his young eyes. She wondered what he would do if she untied the robe, let it hang open so he could see her in the panties, her tits pointing at him suggestively.
Sitting across the table from her son as they ate, she asked: “What are you doing today, honey?”
“Nothing,” he replied.
“You mean you’re going to stay home today?” she asked, pleased. “With me?”
Davy nodded.
This was a change, she knew. Davy usually couldn’t wait to finish breakfast and leave, going off and doing whatever it was he did with his friends around the neighborhood.
“What brought this on, baby?” she asked, finishing her coffee. “Don’t tell me all your little friends are going out of town today.”
“I don’t know about them,” Davy said, raising his eyes. For a moment they fixed on the strain of his mother’s tits. The robe exposed the creamy, tantalizing valley between them. “I just feel like staying in today, Mother.”
“You’re not sick, are you?” she asked, unable to keep the sparkle out of her eyes.
Davy shook his head. He had lowered his gaze again to her tits. This time he looked boldly at them.
Molly found her breath catching in her throat. A warm flush crept over her face, down her neck. She sat still, feeling the heat growing between her thighs.
“Did you… find something different this morning?” she managed to ask, her voice low.
Davy nodded.
“Do you mind?”
His eyes came up to hers, and they gazed at each other for a long time.
“No,” he finally said, softly. “How long have you known, Mother?”
“All along
,” she said, stretching the truth.
Suddenly Davy giggled. “What’s funny?” she asked. “Nothing,” he said. “Just… golly, Mother.”
Molly reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his. Her eyes were moist, a nervous smile playing about her full lips.
“Did you mind?” she asked again.
“Mind what, Mother?”
“That I changed… panties,” she said, her voice throaty.
Davy’s young eyes flared hotly as a grin spread over his face. He turned his hand beneath hers, and they held hands tightly across the table.
“I liked it, Mother,” he said, his voice going from high to low, as it usually did when he was excited. “Why did you do it?”
“You like my panties, don’t you, baby?” she asked. “What do you do with Mother’s panties, anyway?”
“I… like to feel them,” he said shyly. “And smell them?” she asked, unable to resist.
Davy nodded his head, lowering his eyes shyly for the first time.
Molly stood up and moved around the table to her son’s side. She placed his head against her stomach, hugging him there, brushing his hair.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” she said softly. “I understand. I’m not mad at you. If you like playing with my panties, I don’t mind.”
Davy wrapped his hands about his mother’s waist and hugged her tightly as he pressed his face into her stomach.
“Davy,” she whispered, pulling his head from her stomach and tilting his face up to hers. “Oh, Davy,” she whispered again.
She leaned down to kiss his forehead, but at the last moment, pressed her lips to his. She had meant to give him a quick peck, but the feel of her son’s lips against hers sent a wild, blazing fire through her body. With a moan, Molly thrust her tongue past her son’s lips, deep into his mouth. A muffled gasp came from Davy, but his arms went about his mother’s neck tightly.
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