Eagerly, Judy closed her lips on Donna’s long clit, and she began to suck it vigorously, her hands cupping Donna’s naked ass. Donna arched her cunt high, balanced on her hands and feet, humping against Judy’s young mouth.
Judy was on her knees, leaning into Donna’s cunt, and Tommy knelt behind her, feeling her sweet ass and fiery little cunt with both hands. He watched the puckering of her pink asshole, and he rubbed at it, too, making Judy gurgle into his mother’s cunt.
With a soft yelp, Donna strained her cunt into Judy’s face, those hot little lips sucking very hard on her throbbing clitoris. “Judy, oh baby… that’s it! Ahhh, now, Judy! Ooooh, feel it… feel my cunt coming!”
Her long cunt throbbed like a small cock between Judy’s lips, and Judy sucked very hard. As Donna’s contration slowed, she dipped her tongue down and stabbed it in and out of Donna’s hairy cunt a few times. When she lifted her face, it was coated with glistening wetness, and her eyes flashed with impish delight. She wiped daintily at her puffy lips, then grinned proudly.
Tommy’s cock was rigid from all he had seen and touched. It stood up in throbbing hardness, his young balls full and tight.
Judy grasped his cock and pumped it vigorously, her eyes glassy as she watched a bead or two of juice form on his pisshole. Tommy stood up, and Judy turned to face him, sitting on her heels.
“I think Tommy wants you to suck his cock, Judy,” Keith said, grinning at his daughter.
Judy, with an eager squeal, opened her mouth and sucked Tommy’s hot, hard cock, her hands sliding up his legs to hold his ass. Her pretty face bobbed back and forth, her lips sliding wetly on the hard shaft of Tommy’s cock.
Tommy moaned in pleasure, holding Judy’s head in his hands.
“You can fuck her mouth,” Keith said. “But not very fast.”
Tommy worked his cock back and forth, meeting the thrust of Judy’s sweet mouth. Judy whimpered and squeezed his ass, jerking his cock to the back of her throat. Her suction was strong very strong.
Judy pulled her mouth off his cock, pressing it against her cheek as she looked at her father, her eyes smoldering dreamily.
“Daddy, I wanna fuck it,” she said. “I wanna feel Tommy’s cock in my cunt. Can I fuck him, Daddy? You said I could, remember?”
“I remember, honey,” her father replied. “Well, Donna, what do you say?”
“Judy’s your daughter,” Donna said. “I don’t mind Tommy fucking her, but that’s up to you, Keith.”
Keith looked at his anxious daughter. He gave her a nod.
With giggling delight, Judy flung herself onto her back on the patio, spreading her long, slender legs as wide apart as she could, her tender, virgin cunt looking vulnerable, the slit puffy, her small cunt bulging.
Donna smiled. “Tommy, be gentle with her. She has no experience, honey.”
“Sure she does,” Keith said. “With her mouth, maybe, but she sure has experience.”
“I meant her cunt,” Donna said as she watched Tommy rubbing the swollen head of his cock along the fiery slit of Judy’s succulent cunt.
“I have a hunch Judy won’t let him be gentle.” Keith grinned.
“Put it in, Tommy!” Judy urged, already grinding her hips. “You won’t hurt me! Daddy has his fingers and tongue up there all the time. Come on, push your cock in my cunt!”
Tommy placed the head of his cock against the tight slit of her pussy, then pushed forward.
Judy held her breath, her eyes rolling upward as she felt the pressure against her cunt. She held her hips still, feeling Tommy exert more pressure.
“Now, Tommy!” she squealed, then lunged her ass upward.
Her cunt stretched around the head of his cock. With another squeal, Judy pushed her cunt over the shaft as Tommy stood on his knees, looking down. Keith and Donna saw how Judy’s young, pink pussy swallowed Tommy’s cock.
“Hold my hips!” Judy moaned, already bouncing.
Tommy gripped her hips and began to fuck at her as Judy swung her cunt up and down in a frenzy.
“Look at that, would you?” Donna gasped, her hand sliding to Keith’s cock and balls. “Isn’t that lovely? See how her little cunt takes his cock right in?”
“I wish my cock would go right in her little cunt,” Keith said, lowering to his knees as he watched Tommy fucking his daughter. “I’ve tried to get my cock in there, but she’s still too small.”
“You will,” Donna said as she parted her legs for his mouth. “You’ll be fucking her soon, Keith.”
As she swung her little ass about with ecstasy, riding her cunt on Tommy’s cock, Judy saw her father leaning into Donna’s pussy. She grabbed his hairy balls, twisting them while he licked at Donna’s cunt. Donna draped a leg over Keith’s shoulder, watching her son’s cock sliding into Judy’s very receptive, young pussy.
“Ooooh, Daddy’s getting a hard-on again!” Judy exclaimed, pumping on his cock as Tommy banged into her cunt. “Daddy is getting a big hard-on!”
Tommy could see Judy jacking her father’s cock. He dug his hands into her small, swinging hips and rammed his cock hard and deep into the fiery grip of her sweet cunt. He could see Keith’s tongue lapping at his mother’s hairy slit, hear the wet sounds, see his mother’s ecstatic expression as she watched him fuck Judy.
“Fuck me, Tommy!” Judy sobbed. “Oh, I love a big hard-on in my cunt, fucking me! It feels so good… as good as Daddy’s tongue! Are you gonna come in my pussy, Tommy? I wanna feel it come in my cunt! Daddy comes all over my cunt, but not in me.”
“He will, Judy!” Donna whimpered, feeling Keith sucking hard at her long clit. “He’ll get his big cock in your tight little cunt and fuck it and come in it, too. He will, I know he will!”
Tommy’s eyes were glazed, his body shaking as Judy’s tight cunt seemed to become tighter and hotter around his cock.
“Judy, you’re gonna make me come!”
“Ooooh, I wanna make you come!” Judy responded breathlessly, jacking her father’s cock faster. “I wanna make you come in my cunt and make my Daddy come, too!”
Donna screamed as her cunt convulsed against Keith’s mouth. She pressed at the back of his head as she ground hard at his mouth, coming in strong waves of intense pleasure.
Tommy thrust his cock faster and faster, feeling the flexing suction of Judy’s cunt as she burst into orgasm. He gritted his teeth and rammed his cock as deep as he could into her contracting pussy, then he sprayed hot come… juice along the velvety walls of her pussy.
Keith, with a grunt, pulled his face out of Donna’s hairy cunt, turning on his knees. “Judy, you’re going to make me come, baby!”
Donna dropped to her knees and began to lick at the come juice on Judy’s face, their tongues meeting and swirling together.
Keith and Tommy watched them.
“Well, Tommy.” Keith grinned. “I’d say we now have two hot cunts on our hands. What are we going to do with them?”
“Fuck us!” Judy exclaimed.
Donna smiled. “You don’t have to go around smelling bicycle seats anymore, Keith.”
“But I like to smell bicycle seats, yours and Judy’s!”
“Then you can smell them,” Donna said, while Judy nodded in agreement. “But you two will be busy enough smelling these two cunts fucking them, sucking them.”
“What do we get in return, Mom?”
“That depends on how well you fuck and suck us.” Donna grinned.
THE END
DN-521 MOM’S ON THE MAKE
FOREWORD
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who surreptitiously join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Misty Adams is one o
f these outwardly proper and quite normal people. Rut within her lurk passions that are contrary to many of society’s most ancient taboos, passions waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
MOM’S ON THE MAKE — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sitting in the car waiting for her son as he bought a soft drink at the drive-in window, Misty had the most powerful urge to expose herself.
There was a group of teenagers, boys and girls, sifting about twenty feet away at a small table, sipping soft drinks. There was no one else around, and the urge to flash her legs, her crotch, at the boys and girls was almost overpowering.
She looked at her son as he stood leaning into the window. He wore jogging shorts, bright red with a yellow strip up the sides, and was bare chested. His body looked good to her. It was not the first time she had admired his body. She had been admiring it since he had been very little, and more now that he was a teenager. It wasn’t that Misty was turned on by teenagers, she was just one hell of a hot woman, a very erotic woman.
This desire to expose herself was something new.
She had never thought of doing it before, although she knew the boys in school would get turned on by her high kicks, and the truth be known, so had she.
As she resisted the urge to expose her crotch to the teenagers, watching her son’s back, she cursed her husband, her dead husband. If he had only been more careful in that new sports car, maybe she wouldn’t be having these crazy urges, wanting to expose herself, eyeing her son as if she wanted to devour his body. If he was still alive, he would take care of this almost uncontrollable heat between her slim thighs.
But he was dead. Almost a year dead now. She looked down at her body. She wore a sleeveless sweater, and if she held her arms just right, the creamy curves of her naked tits could be seen, maybe even her nipples. The white, pleated skirt was above her knees as she sat under the wheel of the car, her nyloned legs parted just a little. She wondered what the reaction would be from the group of boys and girls if she opened the door and spread her legs wide apart. They wouldn’t see much, really. She had on a pair of white bikini panties, but they were very sheer. All they would see would be the darkened outline of her pussy hair, her legs. It wouldn’t be as if she was actually showing her cunt to them, she thought.
She turned her attention back to her son, who was scratching at his upper thigh. As she watched him, he lifted his shorts just enough so the cheek of his ass showed, and scratched briefly. It had been enough to tell her that Billy wasn’t wearing underwear beneath his shorts, and the idea sent a gentle pulsation through her pussy.
She wondered what Billy would say if she opened the door and spread her legs as he came back to the car. She wondered if he would look at her, or turn his eyes away, blushing because he had seen his mother’s panties.
The urge was stronger, and she tried to think of something else, anything not erotic.
Billy, carrying his soft drink, turned from the window. He started toward the car, but stopped when one of the teenagers called out to him. He waved, then turned toward his waiting mother again. Misty watched the front of his shorts, and then, before she could stop herself, opened the door of the car, swinging her left foot out, leaving the right inside. Her white skirt slipped along her thighs, high.
“Billy, get me one, too,” she called.
Billy looked at her and almost dropped his cup.
His mother had that leg out, wide, and he could look up her dress, see the creamy softness of her thighs above her nylons, and the white crotch of her tight panties. For a moment he seemed stunned, unable to move. Misty held her leg wide, then drew it into the car, shutting the door.
As he watched her son turn back to the window, she wondered why she didn’t feel ashamed of herself, or even embarrassed. What she felt instead, was delicious burning between her thighs, a tingling in and around her cunt as if she was on the verge of coming off.
He saw me, she thought. He saw my panties. When Billy came to the car, carrying the two paper cups of soft drinks, Misty reached across and opened the door for him, her skirt sliding high on her slender thighs, above the tops of her nylons, exposing her white flesh. She left it there as her son sat beside her, handing her the cup, his eyes feverish as he stared at her legs.
“Mmmmm, nice,” she purred as she sipped the icy drink. “God, but it’s so hot today, isn’t it, baby?”
Billy nodded, unable to trust his voice.
He had, of course, seen his mother in tight shorts often, but this was different. Very different. He was excited, and trying hard to keep his cock soft. He finally pulled his eyes from her legs and looked at the group of teenagers. One pretty girl was standing, a slim leg bent as she rested her foot on the bench. The creamy cheek of her tight ass showed, and that was where he stared.
And his cock swelled inside his red shorts. “Pretty, isn’t she?” Misty said. “Do you know her?”
Billy shook his head, trying to keep from looking at his mother’s legs, hoping she wouldn’t notice that his cock was hard.
But Misty did notice.
There was no way she could help but notice. It stuck up, a spot of wetness forming where the head was. She trembled, almost spilling her drink as she turned away.
“Here, hold this for me,” she said, handing him her cup.
She started the car and pulled from the drive-in smoothly. Once on the street, she took her cup from him, sipping as she drove. She knew her son was trying to look at her legs and keep her from noticing. She pushed her left knee outward against the door, spreading the hem of her high skirt. The creamy flesh just above her nylons showed.
Misty could hardly believe she was doing this. Not exposing her legs this way, but to her own son. The desire to expose herself had been there for some time, but not to her son. Yet, she could not deny the certain lewd thrill she was getting by it. Billy would look — all boys would look, but she didn’t think he would try anything with her, like feeling her or anything.
She sat behind the wheel as her son climbed out. She watched him trying to walk so his cock wouldn’t show, and was amused. He wasn’t shy, he just didn’t want her, his mother, to know she had given him a hard-on, she thought.
Before he opened the door leading into the house, she opened her side of the car and started to step out and spilled her soft drink on her white skirt.
“Shit!” she said, getting out of the car, flapping her dress up and down. “I’ve spilled it all over my skirt.”
Billy had turned when she heard her say shit, and now watched as she flapped her skirt up and down. He was seeing his mother’s long legs, above her nylons, even her panties, and his cock almost came out of the leg of his jogging shorts. He wanted to stop staring, but couldn’t.
Misty held her dress high, frowning, pretending she didn’t know her son could see her panties.
“Now I’ve got to send it to the cleaners, and I just got it out.”
When she lifted her eyes, she saw the head of her son’s cock pushing just under the leg of his red shorts. Billy quickly turned, entering the house fast.
Misty sat back on the seat of the car, the door opened, her legs outside. She wondered about what she had done. She knew she had done it without thinking, but she had done it in front of her son. Obviously, it turned him on. His cock was so hard. The heat between her legs was tormenting her, and without pressing the button to lower the garage door, she parted her legs and began to fondle the insides of them, working her hands up to her panties, to her cunt. She looked out the lifted door at the quiet, well-kept street and the lawn across the way. She couldn’t stop feeling herself, and finally she slipped her hand into her panties and began to stroke her cunt, sliding her fingers along the juicy slit, rubbing her swollen clit.
At the moment she didn’t care if someone saw her. She wanted someone to watch her, to see her play with her hot cunt and stroke it and
rub it. She wanted someone to see how hot she was, how lewd, how wanton, she felt. She wanted to act on a stage, naked, playing with her slender, but curvy body as men and women watched, getting turned on by her.
She rubbed and twisted at her clit, her hands inside her panties, working a finger of her other hand into her cunt. She bunched her ass on the seat of the car, moaning softly in her self-induced ecstasy. She wanted her son to come back and watch her to see her as she made herself come, to stare at her finger darting in and out of her pussy, watch his cock harden with excitement.
The sudden orgasm exploded around her fingers and she sighed, biting her bottom lip to hold back the scream of rapture.
When her orgasm was over, she stood up weakly, and smoothed the stained skirt over her legs. Slamming the car door, she entered the house. She was disappointed that no one had seen her. Still, it had been exciting to sit there fingerfucking herself, with the possibility of someone walking by and looking at her, or better yet, her son coming back and catching her at it.
Billy was watching television, and a quick glance at the front of his shorts told her he no longer had a hard-on. She stood there at the door between the living room and the kitchen, watching her son.
He confirmed that he knew she was there when he said, not looking up at her but staring at the television, “You’re very pretty, too, Mom.”
“Too?” she asked. “I don’t understand.”
“That girl,” he said, his voice sounding funny. “You know, where we got the drinks. You’re even prettier than she is.”
Misty felt a tingle grow across her flesh. “Oh, that girl. Am I, really?”
He nodded, still not looking at her. She saw his young body tremble.
“What’s wrong, Billy?”
“Mom, why did you do that?”
“Do what, honey?”
“You know,” he said, a hoarse whisper. “Your dress.”
Misty had not moved from the doorway. “My dress? Oh, I didn’t spill the drink on purpose, honey.”
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