Finally, she stopped going out at all, staying home with Jay and Sissy.
Susan was an extremely beautiful woman. She was still as slender as her days before the camera, but her tits were larger. They were not overly large, but too big for fashion modeling. Her nipples were extra long and extremely sensitive. Sometimes she could hardly wear a bra, and she finally gave them up. Even then, the way her nipples brushed at her dresses, blouses, and summer sweaters often was too much for her.
Her tits were firm and shapely, almost pointed. Her flesh was unblemished except for a few light freckles on her shoulders. She tanned very well, especially for a woman with golden-red hair and supposedly fair skin.
Her waist was small, no thicker than when she was fifteen years old. Her hips rounded out beautifully and sloped to tantalizingly long thighs and curvy legs. The flesh of her thighs was as creamy and smooth as the flesh of her lower stomach. Her ass swelled with sloping curves that were a delight to look upon. Her ass cheeks were tight and firm, writhing tightly in her skirts, dresses, designer jeans and body hugging shorts.
The hair of Susan’s cunt was a darker red than the hair on her head. In fact, it was a brown with auburn highlights. Her cunt hair was formed in a perfect triangle of thick growth, with a pencil-line of dark hair growing up to her dimpled belly button. The long curls tucked between her smooth thighs and grew thick along the sides of her puffy cunt lips, finally disappearing into the crack of her ass. But it stopped there, and she had no hair at all anywhere around her crinkled asshole.
Susan’s clit, like her nipples, was extra long. It could almost slip into a cunt, as she had found out. Her clit was long enough to suck on and seemed to throb and tingle in a constant state of ready-to-fuck hardness. She loved to wear very tight designer jeans that pulled into her crotch and pressed upon her clit. She loved the tightness of her thin shorts, loved the way they hugged the round swelling cheeks of her ass and outlined her cunt.
The one thing about most of her shorts was it was impossible to wear them out of the house. The reason for this was her cunt hair was so long it showed along the legs of the shorts. She could have clipped and shaved it but she hated that. She didn’t even have to shave her legs the way so many women did, and she wasn’t going to shave her cunt, either.
Looking out the kitchen window at the small garden, standing there naked with fuck juice on her tits and chin, while five naked teenagers waited for her in the other room, she remembered when and how this wild fucking began. She had been wearing an exceptionally tight and short pair of shorts, the material very thin. She had thought no one was home — that Sissy and Jay were someplace in the neighborhood with friends. So she decided to wear those shorts as she weeded the garden.
Her back was toward the house as she bent over, her legs straight, pulling at weeds. She had not known when her son came out of the house and sprawled on the lawn, watching her.
She had not known he was gazing with interest at the tan of her long slender thighs and the spread of her ass. She had no idea that he could see the contrasting whiteness of her ass cheeks as the shorts pulled high on her thighs. She did not realize that curls of her dark twit hair peeked from the tight legs.
Then she happened to glance behind her as she leaned over and saw Jay there on the lawn. For a moment, she was startled as realization came to her what he was staring at. But before she could so much as blush, a hot tingle began rippling through her body. Her nipples became painfully hard, and her cunt started pulsating.
A slight shiver glowed through her as she came to the startling understanding that she was enjoying her son looking at her body this way. A small orgasm exploded in her cunt and Susan swallowed a soft groan.
On a sudden impulse — an impulse that was so strong she found it impossible to resist — she straightened-up and turned to face her son. He was on his stomach, his chin propped in his hands as he watched her.
“Why don’t you help, Jay?” she asked in a soft voice. “This garden is filled with weeds.”
But Jay shook his head, a grin on his face. “I’d rather watch you, Mom,” he said, his eyes burning as he stared directly at the tight crotch of her shorts.
Susan knew where her son was looking, and instead of blushing, she grew warm with sudden desire. Her gaze moved to his ass, and she saw that he was writhing his cock against the lawn. She knew his prick must be very hard and felt a thrill because it was her body that gave him the hard-on. She knew, without looking, that her tight shorts outlined her curt. They were so tight and so thin, nothing was concealed.
The urge to tease her son was powerful, and she gave in to it, not dreaming where it would lead. Pretending she was unaware of how much of herself she was showing the young boy, she squatted while facing him, jerking at a few weeds. But from beneath lowered lashes, she watched him look at her. Her knees opened, and she knew he could see the tightness of her shorts now, along with the dark cunt curls sticking out on each side. She saw his ass tighten up as she spread her knees.
Jay’s mouth was partly open, and Susan loved the expression on his face. His eyes gleamed with desire, and it made her feel good to know that. Behind her lowered lashes, she found herself wondering what his cock was like — how big it was, if he had much hair on his balls. The image she drew up in her mind was strong enough to make a small orgasm burst in her cunt.
But Susan could not continue this teasing game for long. She became intensely eager and almost weak with desire. She stood up, her legs shaking. She walked past her son, knowing his gaze followed her. She could feel him staring at her tight shorts, and her ass writhed with excitement as she walked across the lawn and in to the house.
In her bedroom, she peeled out of her shorts and light blouse and got into the shower. As she soaped her slender body, she wondered if Jay was someplace now jacking off. She found herself hoping he was.
Toweling herself, she slipped into a pair of panties, lacy and sheer. The panties were hardly more than two triangular patches of lace with two elastic bands about her hips. Then, knowing she was taking a chance, she stepped into the hallway wearing the panties only. Exactly what she was doing and what she thought she would find, she wasn’t sure. At any rate, as she stepped into the hallway, she came face to face with her son.
They looked at each other. Susan’s naked tits arched up in that pointed way, her unusually long nipples almost aimed at the ceiling. That was where Jay looked first, licking at his lips as he did so. Then his gaze went down, and he stared at her panties. The patch of lace concealed nothing, and her dark cunt hair was visible, as it was along each side of the panties.
Susan’s gaze went to her son’s crotch, and she saw the outline of his cock there. His cock strained against his pants, and she could see it jerk.
Then, without speaking, Jay was in his mother’s arms. She held him tightly against her body and felt his hands sliding down her back and cupping the cheeks of her ass. She also felt the throbbing hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh. She was a good six inches taller than her son, and when he lowered his mouth and began to suck at one of her nipples, she mewled softly and held his face tightly against her tit.
Jay pressed and squirmed his cock against his mother’s naked thighs, and she was returning the pressure. One of her hands held his face against her tit as he sucked at it, and her other hand went down to his ass, clutching one cheek with tight fingers.
When Jay pulled off of her nipple and looked up at her face, she pressed her lips to his, and when his tongue suddenly darted into her mouth, she did not hesitate to suck at it.
She sucked wildly on his tongue as his hands squeezed and felt about her swelling ass. She dug her fingers into his ass, holding his throbbing hard cock against her thigh. But this was not enough for her. She wanted bare flesh against her bare flesh.
Her hands slipped between them and she fumbled hotly at the front of his pants. The buckle of his belt came open, then she tugged his zipper down. He stood before her, trembling.
“You aren’t afraid, are you, darling?” Susan asked him as his pants slithered to his feet.
“Gosh no, Mom!” he gurgled.
She stepped back a foot or so and looked down at his cock. His prick was longer and thicker than she had thought. There was hair at his cock base, but not much. His prick head was swollen, and she could see pre-cum drip from his piss hole. She reached down and cupped his balls gently, feeling them, her other hand stroking back and forth on his hard cock.
Susan turned his cock loose and dropped to her knees, then onto her back. She bent her legs and spread them wide. She hooked a finger into the skimpy crotch of her panties and pulled it to one side, revealing her hairy, wet, pulsating cunt to her son.
“Come here, darling,” she mewled in a hot voice.
Jay knelt between his mother’s spread knees, his eyes gazing excitedly at her cunt. Her pink pussy lips were puffy and wet, her clit exposed. He knew what his mother wanted, and he wasn’t going to refuse.
Susan pulled her son on top of her, his face once more at her tits. He held his ass up as she held his cock, guiding it to her cunt. She felt him start to suck at one of her burning nipples as she brought his hard cock to her cunt. Then, the swollen head of his cock was inside her boiling pussy.
“Ahhh!” she hissed with pleasure as his cock slipped into her pussy. “Oooo, darling! That feels so good! Oh, Jay, that feels wonderful! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your mother!”
Susan’s cunt clung to her son’s cock as he thrust it deeply into her. She felt the burning throbbing of it, the hard ridges of his swollen cock head. His hairless balls brushed at her ass, and she lifted her hips up for him.
She hooked one leg about his hips, her ankle between his legs. She hugged him against her body as she began to churn her cunt up and down on his cock. The depth his prick went and the slapping of his balk on her ass sent shivers of wild, erotic, delight through her.
“Oh, God! Oh, baby! Oh, honey?” Susan whimpered as her son began to fuck into her cunt. “Ahhh, that’s so good, Jay! I love it! Fuck me, darling! Oh, God…! Fuck Mother! Fuck me, Jay! God, but your cock is so hard! Fuck Mother with your hard cock, baby!”
Jay sucked strongly at her tits as he stabbed his prick in and out of her cunt. She wailed and tossed her head about on the floor. She bounced her naked ass up and down, twisting excitedly, fucking him as much as he was fucking her.
She clawed at his tight ass cheeks with both hands now, humping up and down in a frenzy. She spread her legs wide, then scissored them tightly along his pumping hips. Her fingers dug at his flexing ass cheeks as he grunted against her tits.
As often as Susan had gotten fucked, as much as she loved a hard cock driving into her tight, hot cunt, she was more trilled at this moment than ever in her life. The rippling tingles of ecstasy filled every pore of her body. Her eyes, although wide open, saw nothing. They were glazed with the intensity of her pleasure. She made soft mewling sounds.
Her ass kept up a relentless bouncing on the floor, slamming her slippery, steaming cunt along her son’s throbbing cock furiously. She could feel his cock scraping at her long, sensitive clit, and wave after wave of orgasms were shooting through her, making her cunt suck in a flexing motion on her son’s stabbing cock. Every inch of her body was shaking with the power of the pleasure.
Jay was fucking her so hard and fast, she was sliding on the floor, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to fuck her hard, bruise her hot cunt, scoot her writhing, twisting ass along the harshness of the carpet. She wanted a fast and hard fuck, and she was getting it.
Jay was grunting against her tits, and he slid his hands underneath her churning ass. He now held her tightening ass in both hands, pulling her cunt tight and hard against his pounding cock.
“Oh yes, Jay!” she yelped. “That’s it, darling. Fuck me hard! Hold my ass, Jay! Hold Mother’s ass and fuck the piss out of her cunt! Ohhhh baby! Fuck your cock up my hot pussy! Fuck me hard and fast! Ohhh, honey, you’re so sweet! You’re going to make Mother come, Jay. That sweet cock of yours is going to make my cunt come so… so… fucking strong!”
Susan dug her fingers into her son’s naked, bouncing ass, squeezing him tightly as she twisted and tossed her around his driving cock. Her orgasms whipped through her, getting stronger and more powerful. The sounds coming her were wails and whimpers and moans of ecstasy.
“Mom!” Jay shouted, lifting his head and gritting his teeth. “Mom, I gotta do it! I gotta come, Mom!”
“Yes, do it, Jay! Come baby! Oh, please come! I want to feel you coming in my cunt! Let it go, darling! Flood my cunt with your jism! Hurry, Jay. Let your cock come inside my hot cunt. Let me have your fuck juice, darling!”
Jay thrust his prick as deep as he could into Susan’s boiling pussy. She felt his balls tighten against her uplifted ass, his cock throbbing and lurching inside the squeezing lips of her cunt. The gush of his cum spurted in rapid waves, filling her greedy cunt swiftly.
Susan yelled with the ecstasy of feeling her son come inside her pussy, and her body shuddered as a final orgasm exploded inside her. Her cunt gripped her son’s cock tightly, flexing about it the way her fist would do. Her pussy was sucking at his gushing prick, making him groan with the most pleasure he had ever experienced.
Susan’s asshole tightened up as the shattering ecstasy flooded her body. Her hands dug brutally into her son’s naked ass cheeks, her fingers clawing and leaving marks on his ass. But neither knew nor cared about that.
Susan’s cunt filled with her son’s thick jism, and she could feel it seeping from her, making the cheeks of her ass slippery against his balls. She was surprised and so very happy that he could come so much. She loved it when a cock squirted so much sweet fuck juice, and her son was coming more than any man she had ever fucked.
When it was over, Jay slumped on top of Susan; and she held him for a long time, running her hand up and down his body and under his shirt. His cock was still clasped in side her cunt and they gasped loudly for a time.
His cock went deep inside the tightness of her pussy. He went stiff between his mother’s tightly gripping thighs, and his cock spurted jizz.
Susan gave a loud yelp as her cunt convulsed around her son’s gushing cock, being filled once again by the sweetness of his thick, creamy fuck juice.
And again, they lay there on the carpet, breathing in heavy gasps. Then Susan pushed at her son.
“Oh my God, Jay,” she said. “You better get off me, and let me up. I forgot about Sissy! She might come home and see this. Get off, baby, please.”
Jay pulled his cock out of her cunt and got to his feet. She gazed fondly at his prick and balls, seeing them glisten wetly as he picked up his pants when he had kicked them off. He stood looking down at his mother and she lay for a moment longer, her tits standing up, with her legs spread wide so he could look all he wanted. Then she smiled at him and stood up, kissing him quickly. She brushed her hand over his cock and balls.
“Now scoot, honey,” she said, and she went back into her bedroom.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan was delighted with Jay’s attitude.
He showed no shame or guilt about fucking her in the hallway. On the contrary, he seemed as pleased about it as she had been. However, he did not openly touch her — caress even her arm when she was near. She could understand that. He was still very young and probably knew nothing about girls.
One thing she did know was that Jay was jacking off more than he had before. She had gone into the hall bathroom two days later and had seen the evidence of his jacking off. He had come and left a few drops of jism on the seat. She touched the still warm fuck juice with the tip of her finger and smiled, knowing he had been reliving that fuck in the hallway with her. And although he did not touch her, his gaze followed her constantly, shining, waiting, and anticipating.
She, too, was anticipating. She knew that if Jay fucked her again, she would have to start it. So, with her cunt steaming as always, she decided it was
time for her son to have himself another piece of ass — her ass.
Knowing the value of clothing, Susan was wearing a pair of very lacy, very sheer, very tight bikini panties. But she still could not tolerate a bra. She put on a man’s shirt, leaving the buttons open and tying it together beneath her tits.
This left the creamy, succulent swells of her flawlessly shaped tits partially revealed almost to the nipples. A wraparound skirt that flared and parted on her thighs was teasing enough, she decided.
Sissy had gone with her friend, Judy, someplace. Jay, in the past few days, had been hanging about the house. Susan knew he was there waiting for another opportunity to fuck her, and she was going to provide that now.
She saw him enter the bathroom, his cock straining against his pants. She knew he would soon be jacking off his beautiful hard cock. She had flashed her long, tanned thighs at him and leaned over so he could peek at her tits, and his cock had become swollen. So he went to the bathroom, and she knew it was not to piss — not with his cock so sweetly bulging at his pants.
Susan waited outside the door of the bathroom, listening as. Jay’s pants slithered to his feet. Then she heard him making soft grunts as he began to run his fist up and down his cock. The sounds excited her, making her tits swell and her moist cunt pulsate eagerly. After she felt he was pumping up and down on his cock with intense pleasure, she shoved the door open and walked in.
Jay was sitting on the toilet, his ass shoved forward. His legs were spread wide and his cock was standing up very hard with a sweetly swollen head already dripping. His balls, sweet, succulent and hairless, dangled between his spread thighs.
Seeing his cock in his fist sent a ripple of desire flowing through Susan’s body, and her cunt twitched with hunger.
“Don’t stop jacking off, darling,” she said in a low voice, flashing her son a radiant smile. “It’s all right to jack off. I would love to watch you jack off sometime — see you squirt your fuck juice. But not now, honey.”
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