Susan was sobbing, with tears streaming from her eyes now, tears of such ecstasy she would have eagerly accepted Mary’s knowledge of being watched right now, accepted the fact that Mary knew Bobby was fucking her. The ecstasy was so great, she would have, if invited at, this moment, raced down with her son and joined Mary and that nameless man. She would have taken her son out there on the patio and joined in an orgy of fucking and sucking, of hard cocks and wet cunts. At this precise moment, she would have welcomed the tenants of the apartment complex into her apartment for mass fucking and sucking. She would have taken hard cock into her cunt, her mouth, her asshole, in her fists, and even her armpits. At this moment Susan wanted hard cocks surrounding her, fucking her, coming all over her burning flesh until she was drenched by the thick cock cream, her skin glistening with come juice, her face coated with the precious juices.
She would have welcomed it all.
Susan had never been this hot before, never so desperately sensuous, so intensely erotic in mind or body.
Her cunt was gnawing on her son’s penetrating cock, sucking it powerfully. She was danc ing her naked ass up and down, back and forth, still clinging to his sweet balls. She was squealing as she came.
Bobby was no longer looking down at Mary sweet ass, but gazing hotly at the naked beauty of his mother’s creamy ass. He saw the spreading ass cheeks, the pucker of her tight asshole, the way her cunt clung to his fucking cock. It excited him more than watching Mary fuck the man.
Holding her hips tightly, he fucked his cock back and forth vigorously. “Hot!” he mumbled thickly. “You’re so damned hot, Mom! So hot and wet and… ahhh, you’re gonna make me come, Mom!”
“Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” Susan yelped, grinding her cunt in a frenzy against his cock. “Come, baby! Ooo, shoot that sweet come juice up Mary’s cunt!”
Bobby slammed hard, holding his cock deep, feeling the heat of his mother’s cunt against his pain. His body became stiff, and then he grunted loudly. The eruption of his discharge came with the power of a steam locomotive. The thick come juice gushed very deep into his mother’s cunt. In rapid spurts, he flooded her cunt with the thick juices from his tight balls.
Susan, feeling her son’s cock throb as the came juice splashed hotly into her sensitive cunt, screamed, and this time it was loud. Whether Mary and the man fucking her heard, Susan didn’t know. Nor did she care. She didn’t care if the world heard her scream of ecstasy, knew her son was squirting his precious come juice into her overheated cunt.
The only thing she cared about was the orgasm shattering her body, making her weak, making her mind reel, making her soar.
Unable to remain bent over this way, her legs so wobbly they would not hold her up, Susan sank to the floor, leaning against the wall beneath the window. Her eyes, open, saw nothing but bright lights. Her legs, wide apart, rested on the floor. Her tits, still concealed in her dress, heaved up and down, her nipples straining hard. She moaned and sobbed as the ecstasy kept right on burning through her.
Her son was leaning against the wall, looking down into the patio, watching Mary’s squirming ass again. Susan looked directly at her son’s cock and balls, so near her face. She had not truly examined him this close yet, and he fascinated her. His cock, gleaming wetly from being inside her cunt, dangled in a lovely way, his balls loose now. She took his balls in her hand and caressed them gently.
Bobby looked down at his mother, his eyes glinting in a dreamy way. “I think they’re gonna come, Mom,” he said. “Mary is really bouncing her ass now.”
“Mmmm,” Susan murmured, and her face moved slowly to her son’s cock and balls. She pressed his balls against her cheek, nuzzling them lovingly. “Mmmmmm, baby.”
The dampness of his cock brushed her cheek, and she twisted her face against his balls. Pursing her lips, she placed a moist kiss on Bobby’s balls, and with a soft gasp of pleasure, darted her tongue out and began to lick them. Releasing his balls, she kept her tongue swirling about as she caressed his thighs and hips, sliding her hands behind him to cup his tight ass cheeks.
Bobby forgot all about Mary and her bouncing naked ass, looking down at his mother. He saw her long wet tongue swirl and lick, feeling his balls writhe. Susan, too, felt her son’s balls moving in the loose folds, and with a groan, opened her mouth. Bobby gasped when his balls disappeared into his mother’s wet mouth.
Susan writhed her hot lips, filling her mouth with the preciousness of her son’s balls, her lips tight against the base of his cock. She sucked and licked, her eyes closing as she savored the sweetness, the almost sugary taste of those balls. She sucked on her son’s balls for a long time, mewling and whimpering with pleasure. It had been so long since she had held balls in her mouth.
Finally, she allowed his balls to slip from her mouth. She drew back and gazed at his cock, and with a soft laugh, snaked her tongue out, tapping it at the base. She tasted the juices of her cunt there, along with the residue of his come juice. With eyes open now, sparkling with eager ecstasy, Susan ran the tip of her tongue up and down her son’s cock, enjoying the taste. At the tip of his prick, she lapped almost daintily about the smooth cock head, then wiggled it around his piss hole. Bobby’s cock was dripping, and the slippery juice coated her tongue. Susan’s mouth closed over the head of his cock. She sucked his cock gently, holding her lips just behind the cock head, tightly and hotly, her tongue fluttering. Susan felt her son’s cock swelling again, becoming hard inside her mouth.
Letting his cock spring free, she laughed in a lewd manner, getting to her feet. She pulled her son against her body, his chest smashing her tits almost flat. Kissing him, she worked her crotch against his stomach, then took his hand.
“Want Mary to suck you off, Bobby?” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “Would you like for Mary to suck your cock, Bobby?” He nodded eagerly, grinning.
Susan glanced down into the patio as she held her son’s hand. “They’ve finished.”
Mary and the man were lying side by side, holding hands in the after glow of their fuck. The dark-blonde hair of Mary’s cunt seemed to glow like burnished copper in the sun.
Turning, Susan led her son to the bedroom, where she had him sit on the edge of the bed. She dropped to her knees before him, spreading his legs wide and gazing with hot eyes into his crotch. Bobby’s cock rose up strong and hard, his balls dangling between his spread thighs.
“Mary will suck your prick, darling,” Susan murmured, sliding her face forward.
“I want you to suck my cock, Mom,” Bobby said.
Susan paused, looking up into his face. “Me? I’m your mother, darling. Don’t you want Mary to suck you off?”
“Mom, we can stop pretending now,” her son replied. “It’s you I fuck, not Mary. We both know that.”
Susan gazed at him, then a smile came over her face. “You’re right.”
“I’d rather have you suck me, Mom — not Mary.”
Susan’s eyes glowed as she nodded her head.
“Then mother will suck it, Bobby. Mother will suck your cock off with her hot, wet, cock sucking mouth… mother will make you gush so much! Mother will suck your sweet prick, and you can come in mother’s mouth!”
Bobby lay back on the bed, his ass hanging over the edge. Susan ran her hot hands up and down his thighs, in between them, finally taking his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. She leaned into his crotch and began licking up and down his cock, swirling her tongue, moaning with orgiastic ecstasy.
She was watching her son’s face as she swallowed his cock. She slid her lips all the way onto his cock shaft, holding his prick deeply, thrilled to have that swollen cock head fucking her hot throat. With one hand rolling and twisting his sensitive balls, the other grip ping the cheek of his ass, Susan began to suck his cock, moving her wet lips up and down tightly, her hair fanning out and bouncing. Bobby writhed and twisted under his mother’s mouth, groaning from the ecstasy her sucking mouth gave him.
She was surprised at
how well her son’s cock stuffed her mouth, at how big and thick his prick felt between her lips. Her cunt seemed to pucker as she sucked on him, tingling in a manner that told Susan she, too, would soon come. She was on her knees between his spread thighs, her head bobbing up and down over his cock, and she was shivering with the pleasure that he had given her by saying there was no longer any need to pretend she was Mary.
As she sucked on his cock, she twisted her head about to make her lips circle and slide, creating such an intense ecstasy for her son, he was soon pumping his hips up and down, fucking into her mouth as much as she was sucking.
“Mmmmmmm!” she whimpered softly, her lovely face moving faster and faster until she was sucking Bobby’s cock with frantic movement.
Bobby was very excited, his cock throbbing powerfully in his mother’s mouth. “Mom! Oh, Mom… that’s good! You want me to come in your mouth? Really, Mom?”
Susan, without leaving his cock, nodded her head. Feeling his cock throbbing faster and harder in her lips, she sucked him in a frenzy, her hair flying and bouncing. She clung to his balls, digging her fingers into the cheek of his hard ass.
When her son grunted, Susan tasted the quick gush of hot, thick come juice boiling in to her mouth. She squealed with bliss as his cock filled her mouth, her tongue racing about the come-spurting piss hole, the taste of his sweet come juice triggering an orgasm in her cunt.
Susan’s mind went blank to everything but her ecstasy. She was sure that even her mouth was going through orgasms as her son spurted his come into it. The muscles of her stomach clenched tightly, and she clung to his balls and ass cheek almost desperately as she gobbled in a greedy manner on his prick.
When she raised her face, her lips were puffy, glistening wetly. Her lovely face was twisted into hot pleasure as she slid along his body and lay beside him. While her son rested, she stroked his body, feeling his naked flesh with the palm of her hand.
It was her, his very own mother, that Bobby wanted to be sucked off by — not Mary.
Susan shivered with happiness as she drew her son tightly against her naked body, hugging him.
“No more pretending,” she whispered, nuzzling into his neck and shoulder. “No more pretending I’m Mary. I’m your mother, darling… your fucking, cocksucking mother.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Susan was aware of the change taking place within her.
She welcomed it, however.
Her son was no longer shy with her, but bold — and even a bit aggressive. She didn’t mind that at all. He was, after all, the man of the house… her man. And a woman, she thought, should always make her man happy, no matter what he wanted of her, no matter how perverse, how wicked. A man’s woman should not be just willing, but totally eager to please him.
Her son, like her, was changing.
They were not so much mother and son any more. They were lovers, erotic, sex-hungry lovers.
Watching Mary on her patio was still very much a part of their enjoyment, though. Both Bobby and his mother found they enjoyed peeping down at the uninhibited beauty. Seeing Mary’s naked body, watching her play with herself — and not a few times with different men — made them both intensely excited, bringing out more and more perverse desires within them.
As they discovered their voyeuristic desires together, so they learned more about themselves.
Some things they learned surprised them, delighted them. And some made them feel wicked, masochistic and slightly sadistic.
But no matter what they did with each other, to each other, it only increased the desire to experiment with further delights. They drew the line at nothing, trying everything they could think of.
Susan went naked before her son, as he did in her presence. Sometimes she wore only her panties, filmy panties designed to excite and arouse Bobby. Other times she wore a bra, and nothing else. Doors were never closed now, but always open, even the bathroom door. Showers were done openly, as was the natural act of taking a piss. Susan found it was deliciously exciting to watch her son stand at the toilet and see him pissing, hearing the tinkle in the water.
She found him pissing one afternoon, and moved up close to hold his cock as he pissed. She giggled like a naughty girl as she played the stream about, watching it splash over the edge of the toilet, not caring that his piss went onto the floor. After he finished, she shook his cock as she had seen him do many times.
Within a week after they had stopped pretending, they found something else that was enjoyable to both.
Susan had been holding her son’s cock often when he pissed, and one afternoon, she did something impulsive.
As her son pissed into the toilet, she pulled his cock around and aimed his cock toward her thighs. The warmth of her son’s piss splashing on her legs sent her cunt into convulsions, and she came standing there. She wore panties, and her hand lifted his cock so the piss soaked the front of them, wetting her cunt hair through the lacy panties. They both giggled like a naughty boy and girl about it, and Susan told him she liked it.
The fact that many people considered such an act abnormal did not bother Susan and her son in the least. They weren’t harming any one with their pleasures, and since both enjoyed it, they kept it up. And so it progressed.
They tried everything they thought about, like two young lovers unsatisfied until they experienced it all, no matter how aberrant it was, how deviant, how disgusting it might seem to others.
Susan was in the tub, bubbles breaking around her body, her shapely tits uptilted with tingling nipples. She had been in the tub only a short time when her son came in, his cock dangling from his shorts. Susan watched her son as he started to piss into the toilet.
“Wait!” she cried out. “Piss here!”
She cupped her tits in both hands, pressing them together.
Bobby looked down at his mother. “You want me to piss on your tits, Mom?”
She nodded her head, her eyes gleaming and a huge smile of anticipation on her lovely face. “Yes, piss on my fucking tits, baby!”
Bobby turned and faced her, letting go.
“Oooo,” Susan mewled as he pissed onto her tits, wetting them thoroughly, along with her hands.
Her eyes became glassy as she watched his cock. Before he finished, she raised her cunt from the water, knees wide. Bobby aimed there, and pissed on his mother’s cunt. The triangle of cunt hair and the lips of her pussy were widely exposed to him. Susan whimpered as a sudden orgasm convulsed through her.
She didn’t want him to stop, enjoying the warmth of his piss very much as it streamed down upon her cunt. But stop it did.
When Bobby shook his prick, a few drops landed on his mother’s face. Before he had time to react, Susan sat up quickly, closing her mouth about his prick, tasting the few drops of piss there. She grabbed his ass with both hands and began to suck his cock rapidly.
With an animal-like growl, she looked up at him, her eyes glazed in lust. “Fuck my mouth, Bobby! Fuck mother in the cocksucking mouth I’ll use my hot mouth like you do my wet cunt! Fuck my cuntmouth, baby! Ohhhhhh, darling, fuck mother in the cocksucking mouth!”
Bobby fucked his cock into his mother’s mouth, grabbing the back of her head and going deep. He ground his hips into her face while Susan moaned in mindless ecstasy. Bobby banged into his mother’s face wildly, fucking her in the mouth in a brutal, harsh manner. Susan felt his balls slapping her chin, and she kept her lips as tight as she could around his throbbing, fucking cock. She gurgled around his cock, her fingers digging at his tight asss, clawing into the ass crack. She was starved for his cock, very eager to have him fuck her mouth the way he fucked her cunt.
Bobby held his mother’s head tightly so she couldn’t move, and fucked swiftly, bruising her stretching lips.
And the harder he fucked her mouth, the better Susan liked it.
When her son came, his climax was powerful.
Susan choked on his thick come juice. She choked because her son held her head so tightly, his c
ock almost penetrating her throat, and she was unable to swallow. She had to let his jizz run, burningly, down her throat and into her stomach. He pressed hard into her mouth, her lips at the base of his prick, his balls against her chin, and he came copiously.
Susan touched her lips gingerly, grinning at her son. “You little motherfucker! You almost choked me that way.”
“Well, you said you wanted me to fuck you in the mouth, Mom,” he replied. “You said to fuck your mouth like I do your cunt, so I did.”
“And I loved it, you little shit!”
“Cocksucker,” he replied.
“Motherfucker,” she retorted playfully.
“Cunt!”
“Prick!”
“Asshole,” Bobby said.
“Cuntlicker,” she laughed.
“Not yet,” Bobby said.
“You’re right,” Susan frowned. “How did we miss that?”
“Just haven’t thought about it, I guess,” Bobby said. “If you didn’t have soap all over your cunt, Mom, I’d suck it now.”
“I can take care of that,” she said, getting out of the tub, dripping water everywhere.
She toweled her thighs, then rubbed it between her legs, feeling her cunt tingle with eagerness to have her son’s mouth on it.
Still naked, she almost ran to the bedroom, with her son behind her, laughing and slapping at her tightly wiggling, wet ass cheeks. Susan fell across the bed, spreading her legs wide, lifting her hips, her cunt totally and deliciously accessible to her son.
“Eat me, you motherfucker!” she laughed huskily. “Eat mother’s hot cunt! Suck my hairy pussy, you asshole!”
“I’ll eat your pussy, you fucking cocksucker,” Bobby laughed, enjoying himself. “I’ll eat your fucking cunt until you beg me to stop!”
“Brag, brag,” she taunted.
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