When she met her little friend in the shed, she had told him about it, although she was secretive enough to say nothing of when or where it happened. She wanted to take the boy’s cock into her mouth, and at first he was reluctant. But Joan was determined. When she had his prick between her lips, it didn’t feel the same, but was still good. This cock didn’t stretch her lips the way that huge one had. But she could get all of this cock into her mouth, right down to the base, and she had sucked for a long time while the excited boy squirmed and danced with surprise and pleasure.
Joan drew her knees up to her tits as she lay on her back in bed, an expression of pleasure on her beautiful face as she recalled those incidents of her childhood. She ran a hand down the back of her thigh and over the smooth, creamy cheek of her ass, then probed at her tight, slippery cunt with her fingers once more.
She saw the boy in the field one time after that, but it had been different. He wanted his cock inside her mouth again, but he did not come off there this time. Instead he asked her to remove her panties, which Joan eagerly did. He then had her recline back on the tall grass and spread her legs. The boy had spent a long time looking at and feeling her cute pussy, her slim thighs, the cheeks of her tightly rounded ass. As his tongue slipped past the tight wet rings of her cunt, she had squealed with the exquisite sensations that ripped through her young body. It had been her second orgasm, and Joan found this feeling so good that she wanted it to happen time and again. So the boy had thrust his tongue back into her sugary cunt and fucked her with it, making Joan come again. She had wiggled her tight little ass about on the grass in wild pleasure, churning her cunt into his mouth and tossing her head about as she clawed at the grass.
After she came a second time, the boy’s cock had become very, very hard, and she had wanted to take his prick back into her mouth. But the boy showed her something else that was exciting. He had moved on top of her without placing his weight upon her smaller body. Telling her to close her thighs together, he inserted his throbbing cock between them and began to fuck up and down. The hardness of his cock brushing at the hot inner thighs, scraping against the puffy sensitive lips of her cunt caused Joan to come again. With her tight thighs holding his cock, because of the way she squirmed and twisted, the boy soon came off, too. The thick, creamy come juice spurted between her pressing thighs, but most of his come juice splashed upon the lips of her sugar-like cunt, and it seemed to sear her flesh and caused a final orgasm to rumble through her body.
Joan never saw the boy again after that.
She initiated other boys, though, into the delicious things she had learned. Her only disappointment was that those boys were unable to splatter her cunt or mouth with come juice. Tiring of this, wanting to feel slippery come juice on her flesh, she sought out older boys. But she found that to be a problem. Most of them knew girls of their own age, girls they could fuck, and they wanted nothing to do with someone so young.
So Joan looked at her father.
It had been easy far her to seduce him. As she remembered it he had been quite willing when she sat on his lap and twisted her little ass about until she felt his cock swell into hardness.
She could not remember where her mother had been that night, although she was sure her mother was out of the house.
She had played with her father’s cock, giggling and laughing with him in a deliciously naughty way. When she placed her lips about the huge, swollen head of her father’s cock, he was surprised, but made no attempt to stop her. She thought her father would fuck her in the mouth as the boy had done, but when he remained still, she began to move her lips up and down the smooth prick instinctively. Her tongue fluttered all about the wide piss hole, and she learned at this time how to swallow without pulling from a cock.
As she sucked on her father’s cock, he caressed her hair and face, watching down his body, a smile of pleasure on his face. Joan could take half of his big cock into her mouth, but no more. Her lips were stretched even more than with the boy in the field.
As her father approached discharge, he attempted to pull his daughter’s face away, but Joan clung to his cock with tight, hot, desperate lips, refusing to release it. Her huge eyes burned with wicked, eager pleasure as his cock unleashed a flood of thick, creamy, sweet come juice. Her tongue lapped furiously about his spewing piss hole as she drew her lips up and down, finally holding them about his piss hole and sucking as she would through a straw. The thick globs of come juice splashed into her mouth, filling it, making her mind soar with ecstasy. Since she had only his piss hole between her lips and her tongue lapping against that, she managed to swallow her father’s come juice easily. Her throat had burned, but it wasn’t a painful burn. It was a burn of intense sweetness, excitement, and of a growing desire to have more of that delicious stuff flowing into her throat.
Joan now recalled that particular day as the day she had become an avid cock sucker.
From that time on, she and her father found every opportunity to be alone together. Usually she would suck his cock off, and she found out from him that her mother refused to suck his cock. However, he seemed inclined to sucking cunt, too, and would spend long minutes with his face buried between the hot, creamy thighs of his daughter, lapping and sucking her tender cunt, making Joan come and come with squealing, thrashing, churning ecstasy.
Soon, Joan was providing her father with all his sexual needs. Joan was an only child, and her mother always seemed to have something going, some function, some project that kept her out of the house. So Joan and her father were alone a great deal. It worked out perfectly for Joan and probably her father as well. She no longer had any interest in boys her age with their cocks that failed to gush. She devoured her father’s cock constantly, draining his come juice from his hairy balls until he would fall back, exhausted but happy.
And finally her father fucked her.
Joan had a few hairs about her sugary cunt by this time, and there was the promise of having a luxurious, very thick, bush of cunt hair as she grew older. He was delighted with the sparse cunt hair, and would pull at it with his teeth and lips, making Joan giggle and arch her tender sweet cunt against his mouth, pleading with him to stop teasing her and to fuck her with his tongue.
As the boy in the field had done, her father fucked Joan first between her thighs, making her come at the same time he gushed. Once, he jacked off with the head of his cock pressing upon her knotted clit, and, as the hot come juice spurted upon her cunt, Joan came in powerful waves of ecstasy.
It happened when he had been sliding his cock along her pussy. Joan, intensely excited, was arching her crotch up and trying to get more pressure upon her steamy, bubbling cunt.
The head of his cock slipped quickly between the tight lips of her cunt, and Joan yelped. The sound was not one of pain, but of surprised ecstasy. Her fingers, and the fingers of her father, had long since destroyed any possibility of pain.
Joan remembered that first fuck with erotic delight.
At first, her father wanted to pull his cock free, but Joan lifted her crotch up, the tightness of her hot cunt lips clasping him. She screamed at her father to leave his cock inside her, to fuck her. She wrapped her long, slim legs about his, her arms holding him tightly. She held him so he couldn’t get away.
Once he understood Joan was not in any pain, that she wanted to be fucked, he fucked her gloriously. Joan loved the sweet-sensation of his hard cock fucking in and out of her cunt, going deep and spreading those hot cunt lips until she was clutched in the heat of multiple orgasms — orgasms that shattered her young body with ecstasy. As he fucked her, Joan lost count of the times she came, but when the fuck was over, her cunt was drenched with come juice, inside and out. Her naked little body shuddered for ten minutes after he removed his cock, her flesh glowing and her eyes shining with pleasure.
Although her father was partial to having his cock sucked off and liked to lick her tasty, sugary cunt, they fucked often, too. He enjoyed the hot tightness of his daughte
r’s sugary pussy clinging to his hard prick, telling Joan her cunt was almost like her mouth. He told her that she had a hot little pussy that nibbled and sucked on his cock almost in the same way her mouth and tongue did. He had called her cunt, much to her amusement, a snapping pussy.
Joan did not know what caused this unusual ability, but she didn’t question it. All she knew was that she seemed to have been blessed with a cunt that men liked, a cunt that would gnaw and suck on a cock by its own volition, without any effort from her. It was automatic, and every time a cock entered her cunt, her pussy began to perform that feat without conscious thought from her. Joan was aware that her cunt was doing it, but it was totally involuntary on her part.
She remembered all that as she lay on her bed, her feet now drawn underneath so she could arch her hairy cunt high, her knees spread wide. The wall opposite her bed was almost a solid mirror, and she watched her hairlined pussy as she moved a finger about her inflamed clit.
It was a hungry cunt, a greedy cunt, a cunt that demanded fucking by a tongue or cock. It was a cunt that loved hard cock more than anything in the world, and her pussy never seemed to get enough.
Watching her reflected cunt in the mirrored wall, her knees very wide, seeing the cheeks of her creamy, rounded, tight ass clench, she fucked her finger in and out, making herself come in a series of explosive orgasms.
As she produced these exquisite ripples of delight, she let her mind return to the present, and to the cocks of Eric and Marty, her two sons…
CHAPTER TWO
It was a beautiful, warm summer day, and Joan was going to get some cock.
She had not had a nice hard cock inside her cunt for over three months, and she wanted one desperately. She had gone the usual route of the divorcee — found a decent cocktail lounge, allowed herself to be picked up by some man, got fucked in some dingy motel room that made her feel like some five-dollar whore, then forgot the guy.
Those quick fucks were okay as far as they went. Most of them were satisfying enough, from a physical standpoint, but Joan wanted a great deal more than one-night stands. She required a closeness she had not found in any of those men, an emotional closeness. Without that, fucking was not nearly as good. But Joan did not want to become so emotionally involved with a man that it would lead to marriage.
She was quite content and happy enough to be alone with her two boys, Eric and Marty.
Both her boys were caring of her, showing their affection in many ways. They, unlike most boys of those ages, would find and bring her wild flowers as they came home from school. They were not wild boys, causing her no trouble at all. She was very proud of them, and rightly so.
The boys were one year apart in age, and Eric, the oldest, was doing his best to cultivate a few hairs on his upper lip. Marty was almost beside himself with envy because he had not a single hair he could point to.
The boys seldom squabbled among themselves as most brothers do. They even helped her about the house. Most boys thought wash big dishes was a girl’s job, but not her Eric and Marty. They often surprised her by cleaning the whole house as she slept late.
Somehow, a sixth sense told her she would have no difficulty in seducing either of her sons. It was nothing she could place a finger on, but was just a feeling, a hunch. There had been a few times when she was certain they had tried to peek under her dress. She knew, however, that they had been looking at her body in the way boys did when they wanted some pussy from a woman. She had, too, seen the sweet lumps inside their jeans when they had hardons. She suspected they were jacking off, either alone or together. With her knowledge, she knew boys did those things when erotic desires began to bubble hotly in those young balls.
She had gone through it.
She knew…
Boys, like girls, were very curious. She, even though older and a mother, was still as curious as she had been at their age.
It did not require much courage for Joan to select and seduce. It did not require a great deal of intelligence to know she could easily seduce Eric and Marty. Although she was not really an aggressive woman, she could take matters into hand when necessary. She could, when called upon, be the aggressor, the instigator, the teacher.
And it was called for now, she felt.
The boys would never make a pass unless she let them know she was willing.
Eric was not home, but Marty was.
So her youngest son was selected first.
“Marty,” she called from the kitchen, “please come and give me a hand, honey.”
He came in, and she told him to brace the high stool as she wiped the top of the cupboard down. When her son was holding the stool, Joan climbed up, making sure her dress came up to reveal her creamy thighs. Standing on the very top of the stool she went up on tiptoe, pretending to wipe at the shelves. Her skirt moved past her knees, and she glanced down to see if her son was peeking.
He was.
Oh, how he was, she thought with a rush of pleasure.
Marty’s head came to the bottom of his mother’s skirt, and he was looking up underneath it. Joan saw the hot gleam in his dark eyes and recognized the desire there.
Marty was looking hotly under his mother’s dress, seeing her long, tantalizing thighs, her lacy panties. The panties were bikini, sheer with frilly lace all about them. The dark shadow of her cunt hair could be seen easily past the sheer material. The sight was giving Marty a powerful hard-on.
“Oh, hold my legs, honey!” Joan said, pretending to shake. “Don’t let me fall.”
His hands gripped his mother’s knees, and he kept his gaze turned up under her dress. Joan lifted a foot, bending at the knee and pretending to reach higher. She swung her uplifted foot wide, and Marty stared directly into the lovely crotch of his mother.
That was enough to excite him, she thought. Placing her foot back on the stool, she said, softly, “Help me down, baby, don’t let me fall.”
Marty’s hands slid along his mother’s thighs as she squatted on the stool, preparing to slide her feet off. His hands touched the lacy panties, and Joan gave a husky laugh but said nothing. She slipped her feet from the stool, and his hands failed to move. She felt the back of her skirt catch on the stool so that when she was on her feet the dress was caught at her hips, her long, beautiful thighs exposed. She placed her hands on Marty’s shoulders as he pulled his hands from her hips.
Looking down into his face, she said very softly, “You got yourself an eyeful that time, didn’t you, darling?”
“Yeah!” Marty said, grinning, not at all embarrassed. “I sure did, Mom.”
She kissed his cheek quickly. “You little shit,” she whispered affectionately. “Peeking up mother’s skirt that way.”
“You didn’t mind,” he said.
“That’s right, I didn’t care,” Joan laughed, the sound throaty. “I’ll even let you see more.”
With that, she pulled her dress to her waist and leaned against the stool.
“Look all you want, honey,” she whispered in a thick voice, her eyes hot as she looked to the straining front of his pants. “Take a very good look at me.”
Marty gazed down at his mother, seeing those tight panties. Suddenly, Joan cupped his cock.
“Fair is fair,” she laughed, pressing against his prick. “You see me… I get to see you.”
“But I haven’t seen anything, Mom,” he protested. “Just those silly old panties, that’s all.”
“I can fix that easily enough,” she said. Joan hooked a thumb into the elastic waistband of her bikini panties and shoved them downward. “Now take a peek.”
Marty’s eyes rolled as he stared, seeing the thick curls of her pussy. Joan felt his cock jerk against her hand, and she fumbled with the zipper.
“Like I said, honey… fair is fair, so I get to see you, too…”
Marty was trembling with excitement as his mother slipped her hand into his pants and pulled his throbbing hard-on free. Looking down at his prick, Joan gasped with desire. “O
ooo, honey, that is so beautiful!”
Joan closed her eager fingers around her son’s cock, squeezing tightly, making him moan with delight, feeling his prick throb in her fist. She began to work her fist back and forth, pumping Marty’s cock slowly, her eyes hot, soft hisses coming from her mouth.
“Ohh, baby, you’re so hard!” she cooed. “Touch me, too, Marty! You can feel me up, honey. Play with me, too!”
Eagerly, his hand went into her panties and through that thick bush of cunt hair. Joan spread her thighs when Marty pressed his hand between them, cupping her burning cunt. She wiggled her ass when Marty slipped his finger into her cunt.
But she wanted his cock in her pussy.
“Oh, darling,” she whimpered softly, passionately pumping on his prick swiftly. “I want this in me! Ooo, I’ve got to have this inside me, baby!”
Joan stood with her long, slim thighs spread wide, her pelvis arched forward, drawing her son’s cock closer to her boiling cunt. He was short enough for her to rub that swollen, smooth cock head along the steamy, hairy cunt lips and along her inflamed clit. With her panties stretched now about her knees, she bent a bit, and pulled her son’s cock between the lips of her searing cunt.
“Oooo, nice, so nice!” she gurgled as the hot, wet, puffy lips of her hairy cunt closed about the head of his cock. “Put it all the way in me, Marty! Oh, I want all of this inside me, darling!”
Marty was holding her hips now, his fingers digging into the firm flesh eagerly, lunging his cock forward. Joan gave a yelp of ecstasy as the full, thick length of her son’s cock fucked deeply into her burning cunt. She clutched at Marty’s hips, then began to push and pull at them, making her son’s cock fuck back and forth. The position was not the best, but Joan was in a hurry now.
With her cunt boiling hungrily, she held his hips still, and began to pump her ass back and forth, fucking her son. Marty was mindlessly excited, feeling his mother’s scalding cunt holding his throbbing cock, riding back and forth on his prick. He began gasping and moaning with delight, his voice louder than hers. Joan fucked her son with gasping pleasure, trying to look between their bodies, wanting to see his young cock fucking her hairy cunt. She couldn’t see much of anything, but she could feel each throb of his cock with the tight, sensitive lips of her cunt. Joan almost immediately began to come, her cunt gnawing and sucking and squeezing on her son’s cock.
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