His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked along the exciting flesh of his mother’s inner thigh. He licked from her knee to the edge of her panties, then the other thigh. Peggy mewled softly, enjoying the wetness of his eager young tongue. She held his head lightly, looking down at him, watching his tongue as it sent shivers about her flesh. As her son licked at her skin, she imagined one of his friends poking his cock through the hole in the wall, imagined taking it into her mouth and sucking it, with her son behind her, fucking her in the cunt or asshole, she didn’t care which. Her cunt boiled with the erotic thought.
“Oooo, lick at my pussy, baby,” she whispered. “Lick mother’s cunt through those panties!”
Joey’s tongue swung up and down, licking at her panties, tasting the cunt juices seeping through the thin nylon. Peggy twisted her hips, grinding her pantied cunt into her son’s face, cooing as she watched him. With increasing need, she slipped the crotch of her panties to one side, and immediately Joey lapped at the hairy cunt, drawing his tongue up and down the slit, curling it about his mother’s swollen clit.
“Suck it, Joey!”
When her son closed his lips about her cunt and sucked, Peggy squealed with pleasure, pressing her cunt hard into his face, puffing at the back of his head. She began to whimper as his tongue licked the tip of her cunt while his lips sucked it. It felt so good she had to move her hips, and she began banging her cunt into his face.
“Oooo, baby, baby!” she whimpered throatily. “Suck mother’s hot cunt, Joey! Oh, lick mother’s wet pussy! Ohhh, you’ll make me come doing that!”
Joey’s eyes flashed up at his mother’s flushed face, his tongue dipping into the fiery wetness of her cunt, sucking sweet juices from it. Peggy’s back was against her dressing table as she lifted her crotch to him, twisting hotly. She gasped with rapture as his tongue fucked into her cunt, then swirled rapidly about her clit. His hands were under her ass, holding it. Peggy draped her long legs over her son’s shoulder, squeezing his face with her hot, smooth thighs. Her cunt contracted.
“I’m coming, Joey!” she shrieked, her pussy convulsing with wet heat. “Tongue my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Suck mother’s hot, wet cunt! Ooooo, this is so good, baby! I’m coming so fucking hard!”
Her hips jerked and banged into her son’s mouth, his tongue inside her pussy as often as it was licking her clit. Tremors of ecstasy caused her body to shudder, her tits staining upward with very stiff nipples.
She slumped, her legs sliding off her son’s shoulders as she relaxed, a smile spreading over her lovely face. Joey kissed and licked along his mother’s inner thighs until she calmed, then he pulled back, sitting on his heels. His face was smeared with her pussy juice, eyes hot and excited, his cock throbbing up with hardness.
“My turn,” Peggy gurgled, sliding off the dressing bench.
She leaned into her son’s cock, licking about the hard cockshaft with the flat surface of her tongue, her ass waving. With a soft cry of hungry pleasure, she swallowed her son’s cock, taking it deep into her mouth. She pumped her lips up and down, sucking as her tongue licked.
“Mom, let me [missing text].”
Joey slipped his cock out of her mouth and lay back. His cock jutted up so beautifully, Peggy grabbed it once again with her lips, sucking up and down rapidly, her ass wiggling as she drew her knees underneath. Joey watched his mother’s lips stretching about his cock a moment, then pulled at her leg.
“Let me suck your cunt again!” he groaned. “Mom, put your wet cunt in my face! I wanna suck it while you suck my cock!”
Without taking her mouth off his prick, Peggy twisted about, throwing a leg over her son’s head, her hairy pussy moving down to his waiting mouth. But Joey still didn’t start sucking her cunt. He moved his hands about her creamy ass, rubbing her asshole, her cunt.
“Mom, I wanna see you piss.”
Peggy pulled her mouth off his prick. “You want me to piss like this, Joey? Honey, I’d be pissing in your face.”
“I know,” Joey giggled.
“Oh, darling!” Peggy gurgled. “I will! Yes, I’ll piss in your face, baby. But… can you piss for mother, too? I mean, you have this great big hard-on.”
“I can try,” he replied, his voice hoarse, as he peeled his mother’s cunt open, exposing the wet, pink flesh inside.
“Do it!”
Peggy wrapped her arms about her son’s hips, cupping the cheeks of his ass, her face only inches from his cock, her eyes blazing with desire. They, holding the hairy lips of his mother’s pussy wide open, anxiously waited for her to piss. Joey was the first to start. The golden stream came slowly at first. Peggy mewled as she saw it, and slipped her tongue down onto his piss hole, tasting it. While her tongue was licking at his piss hole, the stream grew in force, and when his piss splashed at her throat, Peggy’s cunt almost went into spasms. The hot taste of her son’s piss gushing into her mouth made her mind spin with erotic rapture.
She had no difficulty pissing.
The hot stream of piss spurted out of her cunt and into her son’s face. Joey gurgled softly as his face was quickly drenched in his mother’s hot piss, and he widened his mouth, adjusting his face. Peggy sent a strong stream of golden piss into her son’s mouth, while she held her own wide open, taking his piss into it. The hissing sound, along with pissing into each other’s mouth, caused both of them to shake wildly. Peggy could not resist, and lowered her face, closing her lips about the head of her son’s cock, swallowing his piss thirstily. Joey lifted his face, pressing his lips about his mother’s cunt, taking her piss down his throat. At the same time he rubbed a finger about her crinkled asshole. They swallowed wetly, drinking thirstily.
When the force of her son’s pus slowed, Peggy rammed her mouth down onto her son’s cock, and began sucking with desperate hunger, wanting his come juice to spurt now. At the same time, she pressed her cunt into his face, her own piss stopped. Joey slurped wetly at his mother’s cunt, his tongue fucking in and out. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling her cunt hard into his face. Peggy squeezed her son’s naked ass cheeks, fucking his cock with her mouth as rapidly as she could move, growling and sobbing with pleasure. The taste of his piss in her mouth drove her wild.
Joey, arching his hips up, ran his tongue feverishly about his mother’s hairy cunt, into her asshole, and back again. Peggy’s ass thrashed about as her mouth devoured his delicious, hard cock. She grabbed for, his balls from behind, and began twisting and pulling them. A finger of her other hand pressed at his puckered asshole, and with a senile pressure, she thrust it into his ass. Joey grunted into her cunt, sucking and licking harder than ever.
True orgasm that bubbled in her was the best yet.
She screamed around her son’s cock as she smashed her cunt into his face, coming violently. She kept running her mouth up and down his prick, sucking as hard as she could. Her efforts were quickly rewarded. The boiling splash of cock cream coated her wild tongue, then burned down her throat. Peggy squealed and sobbed as her son’s balls unloaded, squirting hard into her mouth. It seemed that Joey came more than before. Her mouth filled deliciously, the taste of his sweet come juice keeping her orgasm going until the spasm became somewhat painful.
“Oh, my God!” she cried, rolling from her son on the floor. “I can’t ever get enough of your beautiful cock, Joey!”
Despite the power of his discharge, his cock was still hard, not as hard as before, but still hard. Peggy panted as she turned her head and stared at his prick. Her tits were still swollen, her nipples still tingling.
“Oh, I want it again!” she cried out, scrambling about until she was sitting over his cock. “I want it up my cunt, in my mouth, and fucking me in my asshole! Joey, you need three cocks!”
Joey giggled as his mother rammed her ass down, his cock fucking into the tight ass ring swiftly. He enjoyed watching his mother fuck him with her asshole this way. He could see her lovely, hairy cunt and watch his cock disappear into the fiery heat of her asshole
at the same time.
Peggy bounced eagerly, squealing and pulling at her tits.
Joey didn’t move, but lay still, watching his mother fucking onto his cock with her tight, hot asshole. His balls felt full again, and his cock felt as though it had been plunged into a boiling caldron, a very tight ring of fire.
While she fucked her son’s cock with her asshole, Peggy’s eyes burned into his face. “You’ve got to have one of your friends use your bathroom, Joey! I have to watch them in there! I have to see them piss there… I have to see those young cocks! Joey, oh baby! I have to! I want you to fuck me while I suck cock any cock!”
“Yeah, Mom!” Joey grunted, feeling his cock throbbing inside his mother’s hot asshole. “We’ll do it! We’ll do it for sure!”
Peggy, sobbing with pleasure, fucked up and down on her son’s cock, her asshole stretching and burning. In her mind, she already had a young cock sticking through the hole in the wall, her mouth around it, sucking hard with her son fucking her.
“Ohhhh, I’m going to come again!” she shouted.
“Me, too!”
Joey’s cock spurted jism deep into his mother’s ass guts, with her cunt lips sucking at the base of his cock and her clit throbbing in orgasm…
THE END
DN-453 COMING MOTHER
CHAPTER ONE
Shellie lay on the small deck of the houseboat, the hot sun burning into her already golden flesh.
She rested on the foam mattress, on her stomach, her bikini top untied and her tits smashed beneath her. The bottoms of her bikini were so skimpy that the luscious sweetness of her swelling ass was half exposed. The sun heated her body, and she writhed sensually, opening her legs to allow the rays to touch her inner thighs.
Shellie was slender, like a fashion model. But still, even though she was slim, she had curves and hollows that excited the beholder. She had rich, darkbrown hair reaching to her shoulders. She was tall, an inch or so above the average woman. Her face was exquisite, her flesh the creamy smoothness that made other women envious.
Shellie’s tits were rounded and firm, the valley between them narrow. They were full tits, yet tilted at the tips, her nipples arching toward the sky when she stood. Her tits had always been firm, tight, and round. Her waist was quite small, easily spanned by the hands of a big man. Her stomach was flat, with only a hint of roundness below her dimpled belly button. Her hips were curvy, flowing into exceptionally long thighs and curvy legs. Perfectly shaped, her legs were outstanding in her bikini or shorts. Her ass, although small, was tight and rounded, the cheeks flawless, the crack deep and tantalizing to the watcher.
Below her belly button was a thick mass of curly, soft hair that excited anyone lucky enough to view it. The lips of her cunt, puffy and tight, were almost hidden by the hair, especially with her legs closed. The only problem with Shellie’s cunt, if such could be called a problem, was her unusually long clit. It was a good inch in length, and she knew there weren’t many women with such a clit.
Although the size of her clit had never caused her a problem, it had caused her ex-husband to complain that it was like a very tiny cock, and he refused to suck or lick it for that reason. But Shellie’s clit was the most sensitive part of her pussy. Not that her cunt itself wasn’t sensitive; it was. She could easily come with a cock inside her cunt, the friction of a hard cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt lips crating a wonderful spasm of orgasm in her. But if her clit was sucked or licked, Shellie would often go out of her mind with ecstasy, and come many times before the spasms would fade away.
Shellie enjoyed her clit.
When she was aroused, her clit swelled and bulged out almost an inch long. She loved to hold it between her finger and thumb, and work it up and down. She had allowed her husband to watch this once, and he had made fun of her, saying it was the same as a boy jacking off. Needless to say, his attitude cut into their relationship, and soon they were sleeping in different beds, and no longer fucking. Since her divorce, Shellie had been stroking her clit and making herself come as her sole means of gratification.
And hating it.
She writhed beneath the hot sun, almost asleep. The background noises were soothing. The soft lapping of the waves against the hull of the houseboat was peaceful, and the soft clatter of her son inside the boat was a comfortable, familiar sound. The river was wide, and clean, not muddy and dirty like so many rivers. The banks were lined with shrubbery and trees, and she had steered into this very small cove and docked for the rest of the afternoon.
The divorce settlement had come at the end of the school year, and now she and her son, Jay, had three wonderful months to enjoy the river before he would return to school. Maybe they would find a nice place to live on the houseboat where he could attend school, too.
The houseboat wasn’t large, but quite luxurious. It contained only one bedroom, but there was fold-out bunk over the queen-sized bottom bed.
“Mom, where’s the damned tea?” Jay called.
“Honey,” Shellie called back in a lazy voice. “You know I don’t like you to use such language. And the tea is on the top shelf above the refrigerator.”
“You want a glass, Mom?” he called, paying not the slightest attention to her very mild complaint.
“That would be nice,” she replied.
She thought of Jay, realizing he was growing up. When her husband had drawn away from her, she had turned her affection toward her son, and Jay accepted her hugs and caresses willingly.
As they drifted down the river that morning, they had passed a smaller houseboat, with three girls, all in very skimpy bikinis. Jay had stared at them with glowing eyes. Shellie had glanced at the front of his swimming trunks. She smiled to see his cock straining in hardness.
She heard her son come out of the cabin, and looked up at him without raising her head. She took the tall glass of iced tea and, as she lifted her arm, the curve of one tit showed all the way to her nipple. She heard her son gasp, but she said nothing. While Jay sat in a deck chair, Shellie put the glass next to her head. She looked at her son with slitted eyes.
He was looking at her, too. She didn’t mind him looking at her; she was used to being looked at, and her son was a man. Well, a boy, really, but he was showing a very intense interest in girls, lately.
The sound of a motor came near, and she lifted her head to see a cruiser slowly going past. It was filled with young girls, all of them wearing practically nothing. One of the girls waved, and Jay waved back. Shellie saw her son watching them.
The girl who had waved stood up and turned her back toward them, sliding her bikini bottoms down and flashing her pretty ass. The girls hooted and hollered, thrusting their middle fingers in the air with the obscene gesture of fuck you.
“They’re not very nice, are they?” Shellie said, sipping her iced tea.
Jay had seen the girl flash her cute ass, but now he was looking at his mother again, his eyes widening slightly as he saw one of her tits. He saw the light-brown nipple, and made a noisy, gulping sound.
Shellie glanced down at herself, then laughed softly. It was okay if her son saw her tit, she felt. Even though she was his mother, her tits were no different from those of any other woman, although firmer and much prettier. She wiggled her hips into a more comfortable position. Her long clit had begun to throb and swell, and it pushed at the pad beneath her.
Jay watched his mother’s ass wiggling, and again he made a swallowing sound. He had caught a glimpse of his mother’s crotch.
Shellie knew what he was seeing, but she didn’t close her thighs. With her unusually long clit swelling into hardness, she found herself becoming excited, her cunt turning wet. With very gentle, almost subtle, movements, she squirmed her crotch at the mat, knowing her son was watching.
Jay was, indeed, watching. He saw the cheeks of his mother’s swelling ass clench in tightness, saw the way she pressed her crotch at the mat. His cock began to throb, and he made no effort to conceal it. Shellie, with her e
yes slitted again, peeked at him, watching his cock press at his wide-legged swim trunks. She found herself growing warmer with desire, and her hips seemed to move of their own accord.
Suddenly Jay turned away and entered the cabin.
Shellie was disappointed in him. She knew she had been teasing her son sexually, making his cock hard, doing things to draw his eye. She considered her actions, and discovered she wasn’t in the least ashamed of it. Her son was interested in girls, and she was girl, although his mother. She closed her eyes and found herself wondering about Jay’s cock, his balls, his young ass. That he was a virgin, she knew. He was far too young to have become close enough to a girl to fuck her, she was sure. She began to see her son in her mind, without his trunks on, his cock and balls exposed to her. She started writhing her ass, pressing her swollen clit at the mat, her cunt bubbling with sweet, wet heat.
From inside the cabin, Jay was watching his mother through a window screen, his cock in his hand. He squeezed and pumped his prick, eyes staring at the exciting movements of her ass and thighs. He knew what his mother was doing, and it sent shivers of pleasure through him. When he first began to jack off a few weeks before, squirting his young cum juice with force, he had started looking at girls with intense desire, wishing he had one to shove his cock into.
Shellie, not knowing her son was watching her, smashed her throbbing clit into the mat, giving a soft cry of delight as she came. When her ass became still, Jay pounded on his cock in a frenzy, not knowing that his mother, now that her excitement was cooling, could hear his gasping breathing. Shellie knew then that her son had been watching her, and that he was inside the cabin, jerking off wildly.
She wiggled her ass for his pleasure, opening her thighs so he could see the bulge of her cunt inside the tight band of her bikini bottoms. At the same time she lifted up, looking out over the river. One of her tits showed now, and she listened to her son’s quick intake of excited breathing.
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