Joan swung her crotch in frenzy against her son’s fucking cock. Her naked ass twisted violently, revolving smoothly. The sensations that tingled deep inside her fiery cunt drove her hips mindlessly. Her cunt clung to his prick almost desperately, with a power she wasn’t aware she had. Her cunt was clasping at Eric’s cock, flexing in muscular contractions as she came time and again. The orgasms were becoming much stronger, so strong she was clutched in a convulsion. Her tight clit was burning, scraping along the hard shaft of his prick, knotting with the orgasms. Her asshole, too, clenched and flexed. She scissored her hot, creamy thighs about his pounding hips, throwing her feet into the air and spreading them wide, only to close them again on the backs of his thighs. Whimpers gurgled from her constricted throat as words burst from her, words of encouragement, words to inflame her son’s erotic sensitivities. Words that would make his cock harder, stronger, longer… words that would make him gush that sweet, precious come juice she wanted so desperately. Her nipples burned against his chest, her tits flattened by his weight. Her hair fanned about her head, her eyes tightly closed as the ecstasy took complete control of her. Her mind reeled and everything else became unimportant. All her feelings, all her senses, centered in and around her boiling, hairy cunt. Her whole being was now her cunt, a pussy that greedily gnawed at her son’s cock as he fucked her faster and harder. Her hairy cunt became so tight it was becoming difficult to fuck into her pussy. The feeling of Eric’s cock fucking deep into her cunt, the powerful throbbing of his prick, his balls banging deliciously upon her churning ass cheeks — all of it sent Joan into a world of floating, blinding explosions of ecstasy. Her cunt would not release his cock; her pussy sucked and chewed as she came. She was now screaming with the intensity of her orgasms. Her pussy was burning like a roaring flame as she thrashed against him.
“Come… come… come!” Joan was yelling at him now, her fingers digging into the cheeks of his ass in an effort to take more and more of his sweet cock into her body. “Come… come… come, come!” she chanted.
Eric fucked between his mother’s thighs, his cock buried as deep into her hot cunt as he could. Joan felt his body stiffen up, then he trembled. The thick, hot cream of his precious come juice erupted from the flaring of his piss hole, splashing about the satiny walls of her almost-smoking cunt. Joan screamed as her son filled her pussy, drenching her cunt with that thick sweetness. Her body shuddered with one final shattering orgasm. Her cunt clutched at his cock, milking and flexing around the base of his prick, drawing every drop of come juice from his tight balls.
When Eric went limp on top of her, she caressed up and down his back, feeling his smooth flesh, the cheeks of his trembling ass.
She kissed his neck, running the tip of her tongue over his shivering flesh.
“Oh, baby,” she whispered. “Oh, that was so good! Eric, you fucked the piss out of mother’s cunt! My pussy seems drowned with your come juice, darling.”
He pulled from her, sitting on the floor and leaning on the couch. Joan stayed where she was, legs still wide, her hairlined cunt revealed and pulsing. Silvery come juice seeped from her cunt, making tiny rivers on the curvy cheeks of her ass. She ran her hands over her tits, smiling at her son as he sat panting, his eyes gazing unashamedly between her thighs. “Was I a good fuck, Eric?” she murmured. “How was mother’s cunt, darling?”
“Mom, you’re great!” he gasped. “You’re the greatest!”
“Mmmm, do you want more pussy?” she asked, eyeing his cock. His prick glistened wetly, slippery from his come juice and the nectar of her cunt. “Want some more of mother’s hot ass, Eric?”
“I sure as hell do, Mom!”
She laughed, a low, husky, exciting sound. Sifting up, Joan pulled her knees to her tits, hugging them tightly with her chin resting on one knee. She gazed at her son, her face showing the affection she felt. Eric, in turn, kept his eyes trained on his mother’s bushy cunt.
Finally Joan stood up. She leaned over and took her son’s hand, lifting him to his feet. She led him down the hall to her bedroom. When there, she said, “I want you to take all your clothes off, Eric. It’s so much better naked.”
Eric, with his eyes gleaming, quickly removed his clothing. Joan kept her toga-like gown on, knowing the value of it.
When her son was naked, she cupped his balls, playing with them as she leaned forward. Her hot lips pressing against her son’s mouth, she was delighted when he snaked his tongue between her lips. She sucked at his tongue, her other hand sliding about to squeeze his tight ass cheeks. Turning loose of his balls, she stroked his still-slippery cock, feeling his prick swell so beautifully in her hand. Sucking on his tongue, Joan jacked his swollen cock, her fist tight and hot. Eric’s hands moved all over her hot body, feeling every inch of her creamy skin he could reach, exploring the sensitive flesh eagerly. Then her tongue was in his mouth. Eric sucked greedily at it, his own tongue darting about. Soon Joan was again moaning with burning desire.
She shivered as Eric slipped his hands along the backs of her thighs, then brought them up beneath her toga. He cupped the swelling cheeks of her ass, squeezing. Joan whimpered into her son’s mouth, her legs shaking as bubbling heat flooded her body. She drew Eric’s cock between her thighs, closing them on his prick. The shaft of his cock pressed against the sensitive lips of her hairy cunt, and she shivered with anxiety to have his prick throbbing inside her pussy once more.
She pulled from him, smiling wickedly, her eyes gleaming with lewd delight. Climbing onto the bed, she propped her body up on hands and knees. The short hem of her toga gown lifted to reveal the creamy wetness of her shapely, naked ass, the thick hair of her cunt peeking from between her thighs. She turned and looked at her son over her shoulder, eyes smoldering.
“Fuck that hot ass, Eric!” she murmured, shaking her creamy ass invitingly for him. “Put that sweet cock in my hairy cunt and fuck me again, baby! Oohhh, honey, I’m so fucking hot for it! Mother is so fucking hot for that beautiful cock! Fuck mother, Eric! Fuck your mother’s hot ass!”
Eric, his eyes gazing with eagerness at his mother’s uplifted ass, moved toward the bed, his cock arching out and dripping. He stood at the edge of the bed as his mother scooted her knees back. She felt the head of his cock brush the insides of her thighs, leaving a hot trail of wetness on her flesh. She wiggled her uplifted ass, inviting him to hurry.
Eric stared down at the tight cheeks of her ass, seeing her puckered asshole, sparse hair around it. He placed his hands on her ass, moving his cock forward. The head of his prick moved toward her cunt like a homing device.
“Mmmmm!” Joan whimpered when she felt the smooth head of his cock slip past the tight, hairy lips of her cunt. “Ooo, baby, baby! So hard… so hot… fuck me!”
Eric fucked his cock into his mother’s cunt for the second time, grunting as the liquid heat engulfed him.
“Fuck me, Eric!” Joan screamed, twisting her upraised ass lewdly. “Fuck my pussy, baby! Ohhh, fuck your mother’s so-Goddamn-hot cunt! Fuck me hard and fast again, darling!”
She cried with ecstasy when he started fucking in and out of her pussy. She peered beneath her body, past her slightly jiggling tits. She could see his balls swinging back and forth and felt them brushing at her thighs.
Joan’s naked arching ass began to dance lewdly, swinging in tight circles, then hunching back against him as he fucked deep. Her asshole clenched and flexed as he fucked his cock in and out of her velvety, fiery cunt. Her vision became blurred as the orgasms started again. She felt the hard thrust of Eric’s cock with the sensitive lips of her nibbling cunt, and even the ridges and grooves of his prick were detected by her pussy.
Eric, mesmerized by his mother’s twisting ass, stood still, his hands resting on her ass cheeks. He watched as she fucked him, her ass banging back and forth, her cunt holding his cock tightly. Then he began to really fuck her, digging his fingers into her hips, pulling her back as he plunged forward. The cheeks of her ass slapped at his lower
stomach, his balls swinging as he fucked his cock back and forth into her insatiable cunt. Joan whimpered and sobbed with intense ecstasy as her son’s cock sent pleasure flowing through her body.
Joan shot her hand underneath and between her thighs, grasping him by his balls, twisting and pulling them as she mewled and moaned with increasing ecstasy. Moist sounds of his cock fucking her cunt inflamed her mind.
Her tits, dangling down, jiggled as she twirled and tossed and thrashed her naked ass wildly. Soft cries of pleasure escaped her lips time and again, whispered words that urged her son to greater speed and effort.
She was anticipating the sweet gush of his come juice, her cunt starving for it. Her naked ass went in every direction possible, doing a lewd, swinging dance. Her cunt was sucking at his cock, the tight muscles flexing, snapping at his cock. With each of her orgasms, her cunt would snap stronger and tighter, drawing at his cock powerfully.
The sensation was too much for Eric.
He was grunting hard as he fucked his cock into his mother’s overheated cunt. He was fucking her fast and frantically, his cock throbbing quickly in approaching discharge.
“I’m gonna come, Mom!” he howled. “I’m gonna come again… in your cunt, Mom!”
“Oooo, yes, yes!” she screeched. “Come in mother’s cunt! Oooo, make that sweet cock come off in my pussy, my hairy, hot twat!”
Eric grunted, and his cock sent spraying come juice into her cunt, triggering another body-shattering orgasm in her. Joan screamed loudly with ecstasy, her body shaking like a leaf.
Then she slumped to the bed, her son’s cock coming free of her gripping cunt. She lay there gasping, her naked ass shivering, her legs spread wide.
She heard the shower going in her bathroom, and, with a smile, stood up on still-trembling legs, pulling the gown from her head.
She entered the bathroom and climbed into the shower with her son, reaching for his cock, a bar of soap in her other hand, laughing with lewd pleasure.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joan felt very happy.
She was happy with herself and, in particular, happy with Eric and Marty. They had jumped into this without any qualms, without shame. That pleased her very much. Yet, what pleased her more then anything else was their total lack of inhibitions. They were so curious about the erotic aspects between men and women, there was nothing they would not do.
The past two days told her that. The morning after she had fucked her oldest son, Joan climbed into her tub and bathed, something she did each morning without fail. She luxuriated in the scented bubbles for over half an hour, then dried herself. She chose a delicate scent, dabbing it at strange areas of her body. By the time she finished, she was bubbling with anticipation.
Her boys were so horny!
It was delicious because they were so horny.
And so was she!
Eric and Marty, she knew without a doubt, would poke and prod those beautiful hard cocks into her body… into any hot hole she presented them with.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling to herself, thinking, Holes… that’s something I certainly have. I’ve got holes for them. Her eyes sparkled with ideas.
Holes…
Plural, not singular.
She smiled at her reflection again. Why, you wicked, erotic cunt, she said to herself. You have enough hot fucking holes in your body for those two horny boys and one left over!
It was close to ten in the morning by the time she finished with her body. She had not heard any sounds coming from the house, and she hoped they had not left. Her cunt was again pulsating with greedy desire. She struck a lewd pose before the mirrored wall, her shapely tits arching out, high and firm, nipples succulent, her pelvis thrust forward and one hand on a hip.
“Okay, you hotassed cunt,” she whispered to her reflection, “go get them!”
With her naked ass swinging seductively, Joan left her bedroom and walked down the hall, peeking into the boys’ rooms. Each room was empty. She entered the living room, finding Marty there alone.
He was on the phone, and she paused to listen to what he was saying.
She smiled softly as she heard Marty say how tight her cunt was, how wild she wiggled her ass when he had his cock up her twat. She heard her youngest son say that her cunt was always hot for a cock. Hearing him, not knowing who he was talking to, Joan felt her pussy bubble with steamy heat. She almost came when she heard her son saying he was going to fuck her when she got out of bed.
She watched him hang the phone up, then grinned as he turned and saw her standing there naked.
“There isn’t any reason to talk about fucking me, baby,” she whispered sensuously. “Especially not when I’m standing here and damn well available for it.”
Marty’s gaze moved over his mother’s glowing, satiny body. He licked his lips as he looked from her tits to the thick triangle of cunt hair. Joan struck an inviting pose, jutting her hip and propping her hand there. Her shapely tits swelled out invitingly. Then Joan slowly spread one long, smooth leg, lifting her foot from the floor so she could reveal her hair-rimmed pussy.
Her gaze moved to the front of his pants.
His cock was starting to bulge up, straining. Joan ran her tongue over her lips suggestively, fingering the edges of her cunt hair with a fingertip.
Marty was on the floor, his back against the cushions of the couch. He straightened his legs out, his cock bulging against his pants. Joan began moving toward her son, her hips swaying as she twisted gently at her swollen nipples.
She stood before Marty, legs wide, hips arching forward. Marty gazed at his mother, his head turned back, looking between her creamy thighs. The pinkness of her cunt was moist and slippery looking, the tip of her clit peeking at him. Spreading her feet on each side of her son’s legs, Joan began to move slowly, inching her way toward his face. She stood with her cunt hovering a few inches above his face now, her inner thighs against his shoulders. She parted the thick cunt hair with two fingers, placing her other hand on the back of his head.
“Kiss it,” she murmured, seeing his eyes glowing. “Kiss mother’s cunt, baby.”
Marty licked his lips, glanced up at her passionate expression. He placed his hands on her hips, watching as his mother moved that hairy, wet pussy closer to his mouth.
“Kiss it,” she said throatily.
Joan pulled her son’s face between her thighs, but slowly and gently. She twisted her crotch erotically and finally felt his mouth at her cunt. She gave a soft cry of delight and held his head with both hands, moving her cunt about his mouth. She saw haw the thick hair of her cunt almost concealed his young face. His nose was buried, as were his cheeks, and only his eyes flamed up from her cunt hair. Pressing her hot inner thighs against his face, she moved his head about, smearing his young mouth, chin, and checks with the heat of her wet cunt.
“Kiss it, Marty,” she said again, her voice low and husky. “Kiss it for me, please!”
She felt her son’s lips part, and then he was kissing her pussy. Joan gurgled with pleasure when his lips grasped the tingling knot of her clit. She wiggled her naked ass, pressing her cunt harder into his face, still holding him by the back of his head.
“Use your tongue!” she cried with passion. “Marty, lick it with your tongue!”
She felt his tongue swipe along the fiery lips of her cunt, and her naked body shivered in ecstasy. She drew his face tighter into her cunt as he licked, and then she squealed as his tongue thrust between the tight, hairy lips.
“Oooo, yes, yes!” she whimpered, grinding her naked ass now. “Use that tongue on mother’s cunt, baby! Oh, God! Tongue mother’s cunt! Eat it… lick it… OOOO, suck my hot pussy, Marty!”
She felt her son’s hands slide up the backs of her shaking thighs, soft yet eager. His hands cupped the cheeks of her bunching ass, holding her, shoving his face harder into her very wet cunt. Although she knew there was no reason to hold his head now, she continued to do so. Her hips would not be s
till; they moved and slipped and revolved into his face as he licked and sucked noisily. She could feel his tongue plunging into her cunt the way she felt his cock. She was making soft mewling sounds as her son sucked and licked hungrily.
“Tongue fuck… tongue fuck me! Oohhh, fuck my hairy, hot cunt with your sweet, sweet tongue! Lick mother’s hot pussy, eat my twat… suck my snatch, Marty!”
Holding his head tightly, she began to grind her cunt into his face mindlessly, already clutched by those delicious orgasms desired above all else. Her tight tits jiggled as she humped her cunt into his face, her nipples swollen, throbbing sweetly. She felt her son dig his fingers into the tight flesh of her rounded ass, as if he were trying to pull her cunt tighter against his devouring mouth. Her knees were bent slightly, yet her silky inner thighs brushed his cheeks. The orgasms grew in strength, and she threw her head back, wailing with ecstasy as his tongue plunged up and down. The orgasms were creating a strong suction with her cunt lips, drawing at Marty’s tongue the way her pussy did on a cock.
Finally her naked body shuddered with one long drawnout orgasm. She remained over her son’s face for a while, his lips kissing and his tongue licking in a gentle way now, not frantically plunging into her cunt. Her vision cleared, and she looked down into his glassy eyes, seeing the expressions of his pleasure.
Pulling her clit from his face, she saw that his cheeks and his were smeared with the slippery fluids of her cunt. She squatted quickly, holding his head as she pressed her lips to his cunt-wet mouth, kissing him passionately. Then, to Marty’s surprise, his mother began licking at his face, lapping the cunt fluids from him.
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