“Let me take my shorts off, Mom,” he grunted.
“No,” she hissed. “I want to lick and kiss through them for a while.”
Hungrily Joan licked and sucked at her son’s cock through his shorts much the same way he had licked her cunt through her gown. It was wickedly exciting to her and to Eric as well.
She finally had him on his knees above her face, and she ran her tongue about his inner thighs, teasing it along his shorts. She pulled his balls into her mouth, the shorts covering them making it difficult. She sucked on his balls through his shorts, then began to lick her hot tongue along the crotch, moving it from his asshole to the head of his cock. By the time she finished this, his shorts were soaked.
Holding his hips, she made Eric sit on her face, his asshole against her mouth. As she tongued about his covered asshole, his balls were rubbing at her nose. Joan’s emotions were flaring hotly, and her cunt was inflamed again. She twisted her ass on the bed as she licked through his shorts at his asshole, some times pulling his balls into her mouth.
Eric was squirming about, shoving his ass into his mother’s face, moaning and grunting with pleasure.
Joan felt her cunt convulse into orgasm as she furiously licked at his ass and balls through those tight shorts. Then, when her orgasm was over, she helped him get out of his shorts. Still wanting him to squat above her, she rubbed her swollen nipples about his ass, shoving them into the crack and pressing them upon his tight asshole. His cock throbbed near her face, and, as he dripped from the piss hole, she felt her face became wet and slippery with the juices. That excited her and she began to lap about his balls and ass cheeks hungrily, moaning in ecstasy.
She twisted her face from side to side, wiping it with his ass cheeks and balls, licking hotly at his inner thighs, then rushing her tongue about the cheeks of his ass, probing his asshole. Her hands were in constant movement, feeling his thighs, his tight ass, his cock and balls while her lips and tongue sucked and licked. This was easy for her to do since he squatted directly above her face. She slithered her tongue from his asshole to his balls, sucked them for a moment, then drew his cock to her lips. She kissed the wet piss hole, sliding her tongue about the swollen, smooth cock head. She sucked at his piss hole, mewling softly as her tongue fluttered there.
With a gurgle of eager delight, Joan closed her hot lips about Eric’s cock, her hands on his ass, pulling his prick into her mouth. She whimpered as she began to suck, bobbing her mouth back and forth. She took the full, hard length of her son’s cock into her mouth, feeling his prick brush at her throat. The throbbing hardness burned her lips, making them tingle, his balls bouncing against her chin. She dug her fingers into his ass cheeks as she sucked vigorously at his hard cock.
Then, almost in the same way his brother had done, Eric held his mother’s head and began to fuck her mouth. Joan wailed in ecstasy as he fucked that sweet, hard cock in and out of her tight, hot, wet lips, her tongue running along the prick shaft, pressing his cock against the roof of her mouth. The hotness of his prick was as good as the hardness to her. She had the eerie feeling that her mouth and throat had a clit, as if she could have an orgasm in her mouth. She sucked, hotly at his fucking cock, her eyes closed as the reeling ecstasy gripped her. She shoved a finger deeper into the crack of his ass, brushing his asshole, urging him to fuck hard and fast and deep into her starving mouth.
Eric was banging his mother’s head against the pillow with the force of his fucking cock, and Joan was thrilled almost out of her mind. If there was one thing she loved better than fucking, it was sucking on a hard cock.
She felt his cock throbbing between her lips, the signal that he would soon gush that sweet, thick come juice. She sucked harder than ever, her lips tight and hot.
But then, suddenly, she shoved her son’s cock out of her mouth and began to rub the swollen prick head about her tits. She enjoyed the wet heat of that dripping fuck juice on her nipples, on the creamy flesh of her tits. She mewled and gurgled as she tried to press a nipple into the piss hole. Then she brought his cock to her face, smearing fuck juice around her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her chin.
Now and then, as she smeared her face, she would take the tip of his cock between her lips, suck and lick his prick, then smear his cock around her face again. Her naked hips were thrashing about, her ass twisting on the bed, her long thighs opening and closing as perverse ecstasy clutched her. She was helplessly caught in a desperate desire, a desire she could not deny herself. This was something she had wanted to experience for a long, long time. Now she had the chance, and she wasn’t going to lose it. She ran her tongue about her son’s balls, up the shaft of his cock, then down again. She probed the tip of her tongue into his ass, licking his asshole furiously, only to rush for his balls again, one hand jerking on his hard cock.
She wanted her face everywhere, wanted Eric’s crotch all over her face. She wanted his balls, his cock, his asshole on her face all at the same time. Her hot lips kissed and sucked as her tongue licked in mindless pleasure. She gurgled and moaned, mewled and grunted as she licked and kissed at his balls, cock and asshole.
What her son thought of her at this moment, she didn’t care. She was involved in her own pleasure, doing something she had wanted to do for years. If Eric didn’t like it, he could tell her later. But right now she was enjoying this very, very much.
The tastes of his crotch, his balls, his cock and asshole were thrilling. Even the clean odor of his crotch sent her mind reeling with mindless passion. She could not get enough of his crotch.
Again she was sucking on his cock, devouring his prick with hungry, starving ecstasy. She felt that sweet cock head almost enter her throat, and she tried hard to swallow. There was an enormous orgasm threatening to burst inside her hairy, steaming cunt, and she couldn’t keep her naked ass still.
The throbbing of Eric’s cock inside her mouth increased again, and again she knew he was about to come off. This time, however, she retained her tight grip on his cock as he began to fuck into her mouth frantically. She sucked as hard as she could, anticipating the hot spurting of his sweet come juice down her throat.
She listened to Eric gasping above her head, and she clutched the cheek of his ass with one hand, her finger pressing at his tightly puckered asshole. Her other hand was at the base of his cock.
Joan tasted the squirt of his sweet come juice as it roared from his cock. Quickly, she shoved at his hips. When his cock came from her lips, she grasped his prick at the base and jerked frantically, feeling his hot, thick come juice spew into her face. The creamy come juice splashed against her fore head, at her eyes and nose. She made it gush on her cheeks and chin, on her lips and tip of her tongue.
The more her face became smeared with her son’s comejuice, the more Joan whimpered in ecstasy.
By the time he finished coming, her face was coated, glistening with the thick come juice. She shoved her face into his crotch, making soft animal-like sounds as she twisted about, rubbing against his balls and cock. Her cunt was erupting in convulsion after convulsion, her body shaking violently.
Eric rested with his weight lightly on her body, looking at his mother. Her tongue moved about her lips, licking and grinning lewdly, her eyes glowing. She writhed her ass against the bed.
Finally Eric moved off his mother, standing at the side of the bed, still looking at her, confused somewhat.
Noticing his expression, she giggled. “Oh, I’m okay, darling,” she said, stroking his cock with a feathery touch. “It’s just that was so fucking good! My God… I never came so much or so strong, in my entire life!”
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She sat up, hugging herself, her face still wet with his come juice. “I’ve never felt better, honey.”
She used the sheet to wipe her face, and, after making sure she was fine, Eric left her.
Joan leaned back, still smiling happily, wiggling her body into a comfortable position, thoughts whirling about in her burning brain.
CHAPTER SIX
Joan hugged herself with pleasure.
The house was empty, but she didn’t mind that right now. The boys would not remain away long, she was sure. They had not taken advantage of this situation so far, and she didn’t feel they would. Of course, she had never had to be overly firm with them, always suggesting that they do certain things about the house. And, although she was fucking them daily, they still did what few jobs assigned them.
Joan was smart enough to know things could have gone the other way; they could have become difficult, demanding, unruly.
But they had not.
They showed her the affection she wanted, same as always. Perhaps more than before.
She danced about the house, her full skirt swirling about her long, exquisitely smooth thighs, her arms hugging her tits tightly. She sang happily. It was almost like the old days when she had been a small girl, playing with her father’s cock, sucking and fucking his prick.
As she moved around the house, her cunt was pulsating between her thighs, her clit tingling in that most delicious manner. Her tits were aching for the hands of Eric and Marty, her nipples rigid with anticipation of their mouths.
She paused before the television set, watching for just a moment as the newscaster spoke. What he said was not important but Joan lifted her skirt to her waist and arched her pelvis forward, offering her bushy cunt to the television screen, to the newscaster.
“Ooo, eat on this, asshole,” she murmured softly, feeling very wicked. A shiver ran up and down her spine, a shiver of pleasure as she spread her legs and caressed her fingers along the thick triangle of curly cunt hair.
“Suck this cunt, you old fart… lick this honey box.”
She stood still, her skirt hiked at her waist, wondering why she had done this. She knew it felt good, but it made no sense to her. It was something a child would do, she thought.
Guiltily, she looked around, feeling as if someone had seen her childish gesture. But she was still the only one home. Smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs, she sat on the couch, almost demure now.
But her cunt wasn’t demure.
Her cunt was throbbing with heat again, and she crossed her knees, her inner thighs pressing against her swollen clit. Behind her eyes she saw the cocks of her sons — thick, hard, dripping, pointed at her. She ran her tongue over her lips, a small mewl coming from her. She was hardly aware of writhing her ass into the cushions.
She wanted cock, and she wanted cock now. She watched the door, trying to will Eric and Marty to come through it. Her palms itched to stroke those sweet hard pricks, to fondle those tight ass cheeks, to run her tongue over their hairless balls, to taste them… suck them… eat them.
A mild convulsion rippled through her cunt, setting her pussy on fire. The flaming heat of her pussy was becoming so hot, so damned hot.
She inched her skirt up, turning on the couch and drawing her knees up. Opening her legs, she pulled her skirt into her lap. She was not wearing panties, and she gazed down her body, looking at the thick curls of her pussy. She tugged at the strands, sliding her fingers down over her throbbing clit, feeling the slippery wetness of her cunt. She pinched and twisted her clit, causing tremors of pleasure to race about her body. She pulled one tit free, tweaking the sensitive nipple as she caressed up and down her cunt. When she had her hand thoroughly smeared with the juices of her pussy, she lifted it to her mouth and licked at it.
Joan did this time and again, tasting her cunt. She thrust two fingers into her velvety cunt and fucked herself, then brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking at them as she would a hard, delicious cock, her tongue swirling.
Soon, she was fucking her fingers into her pussy swiftly, bringing them to her mouth to suck and lick as her other hand fucked the steaming cunt. She alternated this way, her mind reeling with erotic yearning, mewls of desire bubbling from her. She wiggled her ass, arching it up, spreading her knees, thrashing and churning her hips.
Although she produced a few orgasms, they were mild, and left her feeling more than ever as though she needed a cock badly.
Once more she moved about the house, only now she was walking slowly, anxious to fuck her sons, or for at least one of them to return home. She stood and gazed out the window into the front yard, trying to will one of them to come home.
Her pulse raced when she saw Marty coming down the walk. As she watched him, love for the boy filled her eyes, and there was a burning throb deep inside her cunt. She lowered her gaze to the front of his pants as he turned into the walk. Her imagination was intense, and in her mind she saw him naked, his cock waving in hardness before him.
As Marty came through the door, she was there. Her arms went about him swiftly, holding him tightly against her tits. As Marty closed his arms about her waist, Joan pressed her pelvis against him, writhing.
“Oh, I’m so glad you came home, darling,” she murmured against the top of his head.
Marty lowered his hands to his mother’s swelling ass, cupping the ass cheeks and squeezing. Joan bubbled with pleasure as she gripped one of his tight ass cheeks. The insides of her thighs were slippery from her seeping cunt. She was so hot, so eager. She began to fumble with his belt hurriedly. After she shoved his pants down, his cock flipped out and up, swelling into beautiful hardness.
“Ooo, wonderful!” she mewled, closing her hot hand about his prick, stroking lovingly. “Oh God, baby!”
With a sob, Joan dropped to her knees before her son and began to gobble frantically at his cock. Her lips held his prick very tightly, very hotly, sucking vigorously back and forth, her tongue licking in frenzy.
Marty leaned against the wall, his hips arched forward, looking down at his mother, his expression showing pleasure. He could see her lips stretched around his prick, and her eyes glowed with heat into his.
Joan gripped her son’s tight ass cheeks, her fingers digging into the ass crack, her mouth fucking his cock furiously. She made sounds like a dog lapping at a bowl of water, hungry and wet. The smooth head of his cock scraped along the roof of her mouth, along her tongue, probing almost into her throat. Her ass swayed to and fro as she sucked, her cunt steaming and causing the insides of her thighs to become even more wet.
When she sucked in on his cock, her lips writhed at the base, tickled by the few wiry hairs, his balls resting on her chin. Holding her son’s cock this way, she quickly opened her blouse, pressing her naked tits against his thighs, her nipples tingling with the contact. Now, with her tits against his thighs, she again gripped the tight cheeks of his ass with both hands, her fingers moving into the deep ass crack. As she filled her mouth time and again with the hard heat of his dripping cock, she began to rub against his asshole. The tight pucker of his asshole fascinated Joan, and she probed it with the tip of her finger.
She heard her son grunt, but it was a grunt of delight. Swirling her tongue about his hard cock, she began to press her finger against his asshole. At first there was resistance, but she kept up a steady pressure. And, while doing it, her hot, wet mouth devoured his sweet cock energetically, her tongue licking hungrily.
She wanted his precious, sweet come juice very much. Like a starving woman, she sucked as hard as she could, trying to draw that sweetness from his tender balls, through his delicious cock and into her mouth.
Her finger slipped into his asshole, and Marty grunted. Joan felt the tightness of his asshole about her finger as she moved deep. Her finger seemed to make his cock lurch and swell inside her mouth. With a wet gurgle of erotic delight, Joan began to fuck her son up his tight asshole while she sucked vigorously on his cock. Her finger moved in and out, causing Marty to squirm and groan with perverse pleasure. She loved the way his asshole drew on her fucking finger, clinging to it. His cock was dripping even more with her finger plunging into his asshole, and her tongue became coated with the sweetness, and she swallowed frequently, her eyes blazing with intense pleasure.
The round head of his cock was so smooth
against her tongue, so pleasant there. His prick could not reach her throat, but almost, and she sucked his cock with ease, comfortably. The hard heat of his prick against her tingling lips sent shivers of ecstasy through her, her stomach trembling and her cunt bubbling with small explosions that made her whimper around her cock.
The pulsating between her tightly clinging lips told her she was about to get what she wanted desperately. She sucked harder, more hungry, her finger plunging in and out of her son’s gripping asshole in a frenzy as Joan felt his approaching discharge.
A laud grunt came from Marty.
A glob of sweet come juice squirted from his cock, and she felt his asshole convulse about her finger. Joan sucked back quickly on his prick, holding only that smooth head between her lips, then just the piss hole. Sucking at his spurting piss hole only, her tongue flapping up and down it, she allowed her son to flood her hungry mouth with his thick, creamy come juice. The taste of it as it gushed into her mouth caused her eyes to become dreamy, glassy. Her cunt went into tight spasms, orgasms rippling through her body swiftly and deliciously.
She sucked at his piss hole as if it were a straw, her tongue licking quickly as her mouth filled time and again. Her slender throat worked desperately to swallow it all, but some of the slippery come juice escaped her tight lips and dripped from the corners to her chin. Her finger continued to fuck into his tight asshole swiftly, somehow causing her son to come hard, more than ever before.
Drawing her mouth off his cock, she gazed up at him, pressing her cheek against his cock and balls, her finger still buried in his asshole.
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