The boy gazed at her exposed cunt with hot, eager eyes. Sliding her panties down, Marian kicked them from her feet. Reaching behind, she opened her dress, then slipped it past her hips and finally stood before the young boys, naked.
“Ohhh, shit!” Stew grunted, his cock lurching inside his pants. “Now, Jack?”
“It looks like it,” Marian beard her son reply as he began opening his pants.
“Yes, now,” Marian cooed, spreading her legs and framing her cunt with both hands.
She watched as her son and Stew stripped hurriedly. She gazed at the boy’s cock, seeing a great deal more hair on his balls than she would have suspected.
Marian went to her knees as her hands reached out for the cocks of her son and his young friend. As they stepped closer to her, Marian made a soft whimper as she closed her hands around both their pricks. She jerked their cocks, for a moment, squeezing and gazing at them hungrily. Then she moved her head forward, kissing each prick in turn and running her tongue around their now dripping piss holes.
Finally she sucked Stew’s cock into her mouth, making the boy moan with pleasure.
Marian sucked back and forth on Stew’s cock, jacking her son’s prick with her other hand. Then she turned to her son and gulped his cock deep into her mouth. Stew was amazed at her hunger and his cock throbbed powerfully in her fist.
“Ooo, I want to fuck!” Marian hissed up at the boys, swiftly jerking her fist on their two hard pricks. “I want your cocks in me, fucking me!”
She twisted about on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at them and waving her naked ass with lewd invitation. “Come on,” she urged in a thick voice. “One of you, stick a cock up my cunt and fuck me! Ohhh, even my asshole! I just want a hard cock in my pussy or asshole! Hurry, damn it!”
Stew was quick to drop to his knees behind Marian’s waving ass. He cupped the creamy swells of her ass cheeks for just a moment and then felt about them. But Marian wasn’t interested in any such play.
“I want to fuck!” she shouted. “You can play with my ass all you want later! Play with all of me later — but fuck me now!”
Stew suddenly jammed his cock into her cunt. Marian grunted when the force of his prick plunged quickly into her pussy. She arched her back, shoving her cunt onto him.
She writhed her ass about as he began to lunge back and forth.
Jack stood to one side, watching his mother being fucked by this friend of his. His cock stood tall and hard, throbbing with power. He leaned over his mother and slipped a hand under her to clutch one dangling tit. He manipulated her tits as he watched Stew excitedly fuck his cock back and forth into her hairy, gripping cunt.
Marian murmured with delight to feel a different cock driving into her boiling pussy. She rocked and churned her naked ass, meeting each of Stew’s lunges with a lunge of her own. Her pussy was gripping the boy’s cock in those now common flexing waves of spasms.
Lowering her head, she pressed her cheek on the carpet and shoved her naked, creamy ass high into the air. She loved the way this new cock throbbed as it filled her hungry cunt. She could feel her son’s hot hands moving about her ass and digging into the firm, springy flesh of her tits. There was something exciting about a strange cock fucking her, something that was perversely wicked and made her passions soar.
“OOOO, I love it!” she whispered in thick voice. “I love that cock! Oh, God… I love fucking! Give it to me! Oh, fuck me hard!”
Marian knew the words excited Stew as well as her son and she kept it up, using a continuous stream of words. Her verbal urging sent ripples through her body and into her pussy, making it squeeze the hard cock driving into her.
With Stew’s cock pounding violently into her cunt, Marian knew that she and her son were going to slide into the depths of perverse sex. She knew there would be no stopping them now. Both of them were caught in the grips of ecstasy and she knew where that ecstasy came from her son’s friends. The boys he played baseball with, the girls he would fuck. They would all be partners for her as well.
As the pleasure boiled through her body, Marian was already beginning to make a decision that she would tell her son soon. But first she was going to let this strange boy fuck her and come in her. She knew Stew’s come juice would be as sweet and thick as Jack’s.
Marian was coming in waves of heat, the convulsions causing her cunt to suck and squeeze Stew’s cock. The sounds she made became louder, filling the room with the ecstasy that flowed through her. Whether it was the actions of her hot cunt or the pleasure the boy felt by fucking her in this manner, Marian didn’t know nor care. She felt his cock suddenly erupt, spewing come juice into her greedy cunt. She twirled and churned her naked, uplifted ass for him, draining his balls. She did not move until he had finished, then she slipped her hairy cunt from him gently, turning about to sit on the floor, her cunt dripping.
Her son’s cock arched up high, dripping from his piss hole. She reached for it. “Poor baby,” she murmured as she stroked Jack’s cock. “Mother had better take care of this, and fast.”
Jack moved his cock to her face. Using her hand, Marian brushed his dripping piss hole back and forth across her lips. Stew watched his eyes hot and excited. When Marian opened her lips and sucked her son’s cock deep into her mouth, the boy gasped with awed pleasure.
“You’re going to suck him off?” Stew asked.
Marian pulled her mouth from Jack’s cock. “You’re fucking right I’m going to suck him off!” she said. “And then I’m going to suck your cock off, too, so get it up hard for me!”
She turned and began to gobble at her son’s cock furiously, her beautiful face, bobbing back and forth, her dark hair fanning out. She gripped her son’s balls in her hand and tugged on them, her other hand sliding around his hip to clutch one firm cheek of his ass. Her tongue swirled greedily as she pulled the full length of hi prick deep into her hungry mouth. Her lips were wet and hot as they slid back and forth on her son’s prick, her tongue flying wildly. She pulled his balls against her chin, rubbing than around as she gurgled with hot desire.
Stew was close to her and she pulled a hand from her son’s ass and grabbed Stew’s cock, her fist squeezing it as she jerked him. She felt her son’s cock throbbing powerfully inside her hot mouth, stretching her lips as she sucked. Her eyes were open, and she glanced over to Stew’s cock in her fist, watching it swell into hardness again. This was what she loved most about these young boys — they became hard so quickly after coming off.
Jack was holding his mother’s head, grunting with pleasure as he began to fuck back and forth into her sucking mouth. Marian knew that he was quite excited and that he would soon be gushing his sweet come juice down her hungry throat. She devoured her son’s cock with lewd ecstasy, greedy to have his thick, sweet come juice splashing against her tongue and filling her mouth again. She closed her lips tightly about his prick, holding her head still and letting her son fuck her mouth with his almost violent motions. Turning loose of his balls, she allowed them to bang against her chin.
Within a few moments, her son was filling her mouth with his come juice. Marian wailed around his cock, her lips as tight as she could get them. She held his cock deep inside her mouth with his balls resting on her chin, her eyes shining up at both him and Stew. Stew could hardly believe she was letting her son come into her mouth!
“I never came in a girl’s mouth before!” Stew said with an excited voice when Marian pulled her lips from Jack’s cock. “I didn’t know a girl would let me do it.”
“This girl will not only let you come in her mouth,” Marian gurgled, “but you damn well better come in my fucking mouth! There isn’t any sense in sucking cock if you don’t come in the mouth.”
“You said you’d suck me off,” Stew reminded her.
“I always keep a promise,” Marian laughed huskily, “especially a promise to suck cock.”
Stew arched his cock toward her mouth eagerly, but Marian held him back with her hands on
his balls. “Don’t be so anxious,” she laughed. “I’ll suck that cock, don’t worry.”
Holding Stew’s cock tightly in her fist, she looked up at her son, her eyes hot and filled with liquid desire. “Jack,” she said in a whisper, “do you think you can find Paul and Judy?”
“Hell, yes!” he said. “They’ve been asking when we’d do it again.”
“Get them!” she hissed urgently. “Go bring them here! We’ll have a fucking party that won’t stop! Hurry, baby… oh, please hurry!”
As her son began to dress, Marian turned to Stew. Taking his young cock into her hungry mouth, she clutched the boy’s naked ass cheeks with her fingers, urging him to fuck her mouth as her son had just done.
As she began licking and sucking on his cock as he started fucking her mouth, Marian began to draw up wild, often impossible, images of the things she would do with the four youngsters when her son returned with them.
Marian knew, as she gobbled this cock, that she would never feel jealousy about her son ever again. She had discovered a deeper, more erotic aspect about herself. And now she understood that Jack was of the same mind.
She and her son, she knew without a doubt, would enjoy their sexuality to the utmost limits. And, since Jack knew so many young boys and girls, Marian’s erotic nature would grow and grow.
THE END
DN-379 MEET MY HOT MOM
FOREWORD
MEET MY HOT MOM is the story of a teenage boy and his mother. They find themselves victims of the ravages of sexual need, and seek release in the heat of each other’s body. They have no trouble setting aside the traditional taboo against incest after a young lusty girl enters their lives.
Once they break the taboo, one perversion leads to another until they are enmeshed in a sordid imbroglio of lasciviousness. All three are drawn into the web of carnal delight and their lives are devoted to greater and greater pleasures.
This account of sexual aberration is strictly fictional, but we all know that some of our neighbors and acquaintances are acting out these scenes in their real, everyday lives. In these pages, those of us who’ve had no firsthand knowledge of these practices can get a glimpse of what goes on behind the drawn drapes of Middle America.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Donna Kirby was not sure the idea was good, allowing Kathy to stay with them.
For one thing, Kathy was quite young and, for another thing, she seemed to have run away from home. It was the third reason that bothered her most: Kathy seemed to be very seductive.
It was in her blue eyes, on her exquisite face, even in her posture. The first time Donna saw the girl, which was the day before, she had seen something in those wide, not-so-innocent eyes. Despite the youth of the girl, those eyes were hot. They literally steamed with an inner eroticism that was bold, blatant.
There was something about Kathy’s eyes that told Donna she was actually boiling with sexual heat. Some girls have it and some don’t, but Donna thought Kathy had more than her share. Erotic desire seemed to ooze from the girl, seemed to envelop her with a sort of scent that drew boys like magnets. There was an aura of sexuality that clung to Kathy that radiated outward.
Kathy was small, quite small for her age, yet she was beautifully shaped, with small, tight tits that were capped with twin nipples. She had an exciting little ass, twin bubbles of firm flesh which writhed inside the tightness of her jeans as she walked. And Kathy did not seem to be concerned that the crotch of those jeans molded and outlined the puffiness of her cunt.
Kathy had arrived in tow, with her son, Bobby, wearing those tight jeans and a T-shirt, and very little else. She had no luggage, no change of clothing, nothing. She had not been wearing a bra, and her nipples were bold against the T-shirt.
The story had been plausible; the girl had no home and no place to go. When Donna questioned Kathy, the girl said she had left her foster home two weeks previous after a beating by her foster mother. She had no parents, she explained, and the only homes she had ever known were foster homes. Kathy had told Donna she never had any choice in where she was sent, but everyplace she lived people used her, were cruel to her, made her do all the work.
Bobby had found Kathy inside an old crumbling abandoned warehouse and had brought her home with him. Donna could not blame her son; he was always bringing home stray animals. And that was what Kathy reminded Donna of a stray kitten.
If Kathy’s story were true, then Donna would help the little girl all she could. But if it weren’t, then she would have to locate her parents and return the girl to her home.
Donna sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, thinking about the night before. It was close to noon, and her son, with Kathy, was in the back yard.
Kathy had been filthy from sleeping in the abandoned warehouse, and Donna insisted she bathe. Kathy did not argue the matter and eagerly jumped into the tub of scented bubbles, cooing with pleasure. Donna sat on the toilet, still talking to the girl. Kathy was not in the least embarrassed to undress before Donna, and, when she pulled her T-shirt over her head, Donna was amazed at the beauty of those small tits. The flesh looked like satin. The small nipples were pale pink, and they were rigid. Donna was surprised at her feelings as she watched the girl open her jeans and wiggled her hips from them.
Before Kathy slipped into the tub, she stood straight, her arms up and fluffed her dark blonde hair for a moment. Donna looked at the naked girl, seeing the small waist, the dimple of her belly button, and, below, the promise of a thick bush of cunt hair. Kathy’s thighs were long, shapely, yet not fully filled out.
When Kathy turned her back to step into the fragrant water, Donna looked upon the sweetest, tightest little ass she had ever seen.
Donna had never been attracted to another girl in a sexual way, she felt something strange pulling at her. She felt the desire to touch Kathy, to fondle those succulent little tits and caress the creamy tight ass, to stroke those smooth thighs, to hold that sugary cunt.
She continued to sit and watch Kathy while the girl soaped herself, then used a thick, soft cloth to scrub at her arms and legs. Kathy lifted her legs, one at a time, from the tub, teasingly, to wash them. Then, with her gaze on Donna, she handed her the cloth. For a moment Donna almost refused, then she took it and dropped to her knees beside the tub and began to wash Kathy’s back. She could not understand the tingling heat that, seemed to burn at her hand when she touched Kathy’s flesh. She trembled slightly, but Kathy didn’t appear to notice.
Then, on her own, Donna dried the girl as she stood up in the tub. Kathy wiggled and mewled as Donna roughly ran the towel over the skin.
Since Kathy could not possibly put those dirty jeans and T-shirt back on, Donna rummaged about in her closet for something to cover the girl with. None of her clothing would fit, of course, and she had to settle for an old faded man’s shirt that Donna often wore during yard work.
Although the shirt was much too large, it had to do for the time being. It hung on Kathy the way an overly large nightgown would, the sleeves rolled up.
As Kathy joined Bobby in the living room, Donna took the soiled jeans and T-shirt to the washer and tossed them in, setting the machine.
When she returned to the living room, she saw Bobby and Kathy sitting on the floor, facing each other, some game board between them. Since it was not yet time for bed, Kathy picked up a magazine and sat on the couch to read a bit.
Kathy was facing her, and Donna almost choked when she saw the girl’s pink cunt exposed under the shirt. She had not thought about panties, and now it was too late. Donna glanced at her son to see if he could see Kathy’s cunt, too. Either he paid no attention or was trying not to peek. That fuzzy little cunt was like a beacon to Donna. Kathy’s pussy drew her gaze time and again. She licked at her lips nervously, and once her gaze caught the attention of Kathy. For a moment, Kathy gazed steadily back at Donna, and the heat from the girl seemed to reach out for her. That unseen heat felt as if it lapped at Donna’s cun
t. There was a deep tingling in Donna’s pussy, and her clitoris had suddenly became swollen and hard.
Before long, Donna called it a night. When she told Bobby and Kathy it was time for bed, she watched the girl stand, and, while gazing at Donna, Kathy brushed her hand over Bobby’s head, then went to the extra bedroom without a word. When Bobby stood, Donna saw the lump in his pants and knew her son had a hard-on. So, she thought, Bobby had seen Kathy’s cunt, too.
Now, drinking coffee, she wondered what to do about Kathy. She could not very well send her off. Where would she go? Back to the warehouse? That would be dangerous. She could call the authorities, if she knew which authorities to call. But, as she finished her coffee and rinsed her cup, Donna knew she would not contact anyone, not yet.
But, if she allowed Kathy to stay, the girl would need something to wear. Those jeans and that T-shirt would not do. Deciding, she called the boy and girl into the house.
“We’re going shopping,” she said. “You can come with us Bobby, if you want. Kathy has to have something to wear.”
Bobby’s eyes shined. “You’re gonna let Kathy stay with us, Mom? She’s gonna live with us?”
“For the time being,” Donna replied.
She was not prepared for Kathy’s reaction. Kathy gave a squeal and flung her arms about Donna’s waist, hugging her tightly. Donna, surprised, put her arms about the small girl. Then she felt Kathy’s face pressing into her tits, and the girl’s breath was hot, searing at her nipples through the dress. Donna felt her nipples become stiff, and they tingled with a strange desire.
“Oh, Donna!” Kathy squealed, raising her face and looking up into Donna’s eyes. “You won’t be sorry. I promise you won’t be sorry for letting me stay.”
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