“Julie? You mean Tommy’s sister?”
He nodded.
“But, Julie is hardly old enough to know things like that, Richard.”
“You’d be surprised at what Julie knows, Mom,” he said.
“Tell me,” Sandy said.
“Well, there’s not much to tell,” he said. “She always gets me and Tommy someplace, like the garage, and kisses us and takes her panties down and lets us see her, you know.”
“See what?” Sandy wanted to know, though knowing already. The flutter of her heart sent a steamy sort of sensation through her body. She had never suspected such a thing with Julie. Not sweet, innocent little Julie, of all girls.
“You know what she shows us, Mom,” Richard said. “We’re not supposed to tell on her.”
“Her pussy?” Sandy whispered.
“Well, yes,” her son replied.
Sandy felt a thrill bubble through her body, and she squeezed her son’s cock. His prick was swollen again, long and hard. She pulled, then pressed her fist at the base, watching the prick head bulge, the piss hole flare.
“I won’t tell a soul,” she promised. “Do you fuck her, you and her brother both?”
“Naw,” Richard said.
“But you could?”
“She asks us all the time.”
“Then why don’t you, honey?”
“I don’t know, Mom,” he answered. “I guess I was afraid to. I don’t know why Tommy didn’t.”
“Would you be afraid to fuck her now?”
“No,” he grinned. “I want to now.”
Sandy jerked gently on her son’s cock, trying to visualize her son, with Tommy, in the garage with Julie. She tried to imagine what Julie’s cunt would look like, knowing the girl had hardly any titties to speak of. She probably didn’t have a single hair on her little cunt, either. But kids surprised a person sometimes.
She had not thought her son would have hair on his cock, but he had nice bits of fuzz at the base.
“Next time, fuck her,” Sandy said, once more playing with her son’s balls.
“You wouldn’t be mad, Mom?”
“Never,” she gurgled softly. “I’d love to know you had this beautiful cock in her little twat, Richard.”
Her son’s cock was throbbing and dripping again and her fist tightened.
“Twat,” Richard laughed.
“Like twat as in cunt,” Sandy giggled.
“Pussy as in twat.”
“Cunt as in snatch.”
They laughed, using the words they would never have said in front of each other only an hour ago.
“Dick,” Sandy said. “That’s your name. I think it’s very appropriate that you’re named Richard. I can call you Dick and no one would ever know what I mean.”
“Dick as in cock, Mom?”
“Dick as in cock and prick and prong and… oh, there must be a zillion names for a cock and cunt.”
“Like titties and boobs.”
“Like ass and buns.”
“Like fuck and screw.” Richard laughed with his mother.
“Ohhhh, absolutely,” she giggled.
Her fist squeezed his cock hard, watching his prick head head with clear fuck juices. Her hand was slippery with the juices from her cunt and his come juice, sliding up and down his hard cock easily.
Richard shoved his hand between his mother’s thighs, feeling her hairy cunt. He worked a finger in, causing his mother to sigh happily.
“Would you like another piece?” she asked, her voice going husky.
“Piece of what?” Richard asked.
“Don’t you know anything, darling.” She smiled at him. “A piece of ass, that’s what. For instance, would you like to have another piece of your mother’s ass?”
“Why do you call it ass, Mom?” he asked. “It’s your cunt that I fucked, not your ass.”
“I’ve often wondered why they say that, too, but they do. Anyway, would you like to fuck me again… right now?”
“I can?”
“Ooooo, sweetheart!” she cooed, grabbing him around his shoulders and pulling him tightly against her naked tits, kissing his cheeks, the tip of her tongue licking lightly at his face. “You can fuck me anytime now! Anytime you want me, my cunt is ready for you!”
“I’m ready!” he said.
“Ooooo, and so am I!” she squealed. “Your cock is hard and my cunt is wet!”
She pulled back, turning and drawing her knees upon the couch, facing the back, her ass hanging over, arching back.
“This way,” she said. “Fuck me from behind.”
She wiggled her ass for him.
Richard stood behind his mother, gazing at her rounded ass. Hers was the most beautiful ass ever, he thought. Her ass cheeks were round and smooth, parted in the middle. His cock jerked up and down as he looked. Sandy lifted to her knees, putting her hands on the cheeks of her ass. She arched up, pulling the ass cheeks apart. Richard leaned down, seeing his mother’s cunt pooching back at him, looking at the tight pink pucker of her asshole just above.
Sandy felt so lewd, so very lewd and delighted with what she was doing. Her excitement rose as her son locked at her cunt, at her ass. She rolled her ass for his pleasure, and felt her pussy quiver.
“Oh, baby, shove it to me!” Sandy squealed. “Give me your cock! Oooo, mother’s cunt is so hot and hungry, so fucking wet… it wants your sweet cock, darling! Fuck me, Richard! Oh, God, fuck that cunt now!”
Richard rubbed the head of his cock along the creamy surface of his mother’s ass cheek.
Sandy gurgled and twisted her ass, searching with her cunt for his prick. Richard pressed his cock down, and she felt his prick sear the slit of her pussy. She arched her ass, and the head of his cock slipped into the hot wetness.
“Oooooo, so fucking good!” Sandy purred, feeling her son’s cock move deeply into her pussy again. “Ahhhhh, Richard, I just love your cock! Mother’s cunt loves your cock! Fuck it, baby! Ohhhh, yes… fuck mother now!”
She rocked her ass about, shoving back against him. Richard clutched his mother’s hips, looking down at her wriggling ass. He could see his cock, just barely, with the hairy lips of his mother’s cunt clutching. Her asshole puckered in and out as he began to fuck her.
“Do you like it, Richard?” she groaned. “Do you like how it feels? Is mother’s cunt nice and tight and wet for your hard cock? Do you really like to fuck me?”
“It’s fantastic, Mom!” he grunted, fucking into her pussy hard, his lower stomach smacking at her smooth ass. “I could fuck you all night!”
“Ohhhh, I wish!” she gurgled, wiggling.
She ran a hand between her thighs, grabbing his swinging balls. She twisted them, pressing them against her body as his cock went deep. She held her hand so his balls could rub along her palm. Her tits smashed at the back of the couch as she tried to shove her ass back more. Her cunt clawed at her son’s cock, the hairy pussy lips gripping and opening. She gurgled as sensation after sensation spread through her body. If only she didn’t have the wrapper still on, she thought, her son could see her totally naked. She managed to squirm her arms from it, and tossed it onto the couch.
“I’m naked!” she squealed. “I’m all naked for you, Richard!”
He grunted and leaned over, sliding his hands beneath her body, grabbing his mother’s tits. He dug into the firm, yet spongy masses, feeling her nipples burn into the palms of his hands. His hips banged swiftly against her ass. Sandy loved the power of his fucking, loved the way each lunge caused her breath to hiss out of her lungs.
“Talk to me, Richard!” she begged, swinging her ass to and fro. “Talk to me, please!”
“How, Mom?” he gasped.
“Dirty!” she shouted. “Talk to me real dirty!”
“But I don’t know what to say,” he gasped, lunging his cock back and forth.
“Anything! Ohhhhh, anything you want to say!”
“Fuck,” he said, his breath burning at her back. “Fuck and cock and c
unt and… your pussy is so fucking hot!”
“Yes, that’s it!”
“I’m gonna fuck your cunt, Mom! I’m gonna fuck my cock in your cunt and I’m gonna come in your pussy, and then I’m going to fuck it again! Your cunt is wet and hairy and tight!”
“Yes, it is!”
“I’m gonna come in your fucking hot cunt, Mom!”
“Fuck me!” she screeched as she slammed her ass back at him. “Fuck mother’s hot cunt with your beautiful hard cock! Ooooo, such a sweet, young cock! Fuck mother’s cunt with your hard cock and make my cunt come!”
Richard’s excitement increased with the words his mother said, with the words he said. Her hand was still clinging to his balls, squeezing them. He felt no pain, just more pleasure. The wet sounds her cunt made sent his excitement higher yet.
“Oooooo, so fucking good!” Sandy hissed. “Ram it to me, Richard! Oh, God, what a fuck!”
Her cunt seemed to tighten up on his cock, and he dug his fingers into her tits almost brutally. The harder he squeezed her tits, the more his mother seemed to enjoy it. Her ass swung about, but always with humping motions as he fucked her. Sometimes his cock almost left her burning pussy, their fuck was so furious.
“I’m coming, baby!” she shrieked. “I’m coming so soon! More, Richard! Ohhhh, give me more and more!”
As her cunt contracted, Sandy slammed her ass back against him, trying hard to get his cock deep, wanting to feel his prick in her stomach. She lifted her head, twisting from side to side in frenzy, her dark hair flying in wildness.
For the first time in her life, Sandy was experiencing a series of burning, crazy orgasms. They came one after the other. The lips of her cunt squeezed hard around her son’s cock. She had never felt anything like this and thought she would go out of her mind with the intensity of her ecstasy.
“Oh, God, hurry!” she urged her son. “Hurry and come before I go insane!”
“I am, Mom!” he shouted.
He plunged his cock deep and hard. Sandy squeezed his balls. The come juice erupted from his cock, searing far up her cunt. She felt his balls pulsating as he gushed into her, and her cunt exploded with a final overwhelming orgasm that almost shattered her body to pieces.
Richard slumped over his mother’s body, gasping, struggling to breathe.
Sandy rested her head on the back of the couch, panting. Her body still burned with that delicious feeling and her cunt seemed to retain its grip on his slowly softening cock.
After awhile, she murmured. “Take it out now, darling. Let’s go to bed now… together.”
CHAPTER THREE
It was almost noon, and Sandy stood on the highest part of the ladder. She was scraping at paint on the garage, getting the building ready for fresh painting.
She wore a dress, deliberately, because her son stood at the base of the ladder, looking up. She wished she had not worn panties because Richard loved to see her cunt, her rounded ass. But she knew that he also liked seeing her in panties. They had gone to bed the night before and spent half of it fucking once again.
It had been decided between them that since neither felt shame, that they had found each other erotic, there would be many ways in which they could excite each other.
It was one of the reasons Sandy was on the ladder now instead of her son. She stood with her feet about half a foot apart, letting him just see the lacy crotch of her panties. Her cunt pulsated, and her mind certainly wasn’t on scraping paint. She looked down at her son, grinning, noticing his cock pressing at his jeans.
“You like the view, huh?” she asked.
“It’s beautiful, Mom.”
“If that bulge in your pants is any indication,” she replied, “you can always look under my dress.”
She arched her ass back a bit, giving her son a nice look.
“You’re getting my panties wet,” she giggled. “Can you see?”
He nodded, his eyes bright. “Just getting back at you for making my cock hard,” he said.
“Why don’t you climb up here and do something about it?”
“We’d break our ass, that’s why,” he laughed, stroking her lower leg. “Why don’t you come down here and do something, Mom?”
“Mmmmmm, that’s a thought,” she said. “What do you have in mind?”
“Fucking you!” he giggled.
Sandy had started to come down the ladder when Julie rounded the corner.
“Oh, shit,” Sandy whispered.
Julie, with her beautiful blonde pony tails, her huge blue eyes, and sweet face, was dressed in a lovely little dress. She greeted Sandy, then said to Richard, “Wanna ride bikes?”
“Well, I was gonna help Mom,” he said, looking up at his mother, trying to conceal his hard-on from Julie.
Sandy had closed her legs, looking down at Julie. She saw a sparkle in those blue eyes she had sat seen, nor noticed before. But alter what Richard had said about the girl, Sandy realized those eyes indicated afire of erotic lust.
“Go on, honey,” she said. “I can manage alone.”
Richard looked up with a protest on his lips, but his mother winked at him. Sandy shoved her ass back from the ladder, giving her son one final peek at her lacy panties. He grinned at her, then walked into the garage to get his bike. She remained on the ladder and watched him wheel it beside Julie, then follow her back to her house to get her bike.
She began to scrape at the old paint again, her mind going over the things Richard had said about the girl. Perhaps, she thought with a smile, he would fuck Julie today. She wanted to hear all the juicy details if he did, and she was sure they would fuck.
“Have you seen my sister?”
Sandy jumped. She had been deep in thought about her son fucking Julie, and, when Tommy came up and spoke, she damn near pissed in her panties.
“Oh!” she said. “Tommy, you frightened me.”
“I’m sorry, Sandy,” the boy said.
He was standing at the base of the ladder, trying hard not to look up. That one brief peek had shown him this lovely woman’s thighs and panties, and now he was embarrassed.
Sandy smiled, knowing what he had seen. Recalling that Tommy, too, had come close to being seduced by his sister, Sandy made certain her skirt swung out in case he peeked again.
“Julie went off bike riding with Richard,” she said. “Didn’t they invite you, Tommy?”
“Julie is always doing this to me,” he said.
“Well, why don’t you stay here and wait for them to come back? You can help me scrape paint.”
“I guess so, Sandy,” he said, looking at his feet. “What do you want me to do?”
“I’m getting tired,” she replied, coming down the ladder. “Why don’t you scrape awhile.”
“Okay,” he agreed.
Sandy looked at his pants and grinned. He had gotten enough of a peek under her dress to make his cock hard. She handed him the scraper, hoping that what she had in mind wouldn’t shock the shit out of him. But if he was messing with his sister, too, he needed what she was ready to give him — her hot cunt!
Tommy went up the ladder, and Sandy stood at the base looking up at him. He wore jogging shorts, and his thighs were smooth and hairless. When he started scraping, her eyes fixed upon his small ass and Sandy pressed her hand against her cunt.
She stepped up on the two bottom rungs of the ladder and placed her hands on his thighs. She felt Tommy tremble but he didn’t look down at her. He began to scrape paint furiously. Sandy knew she could do it now.
Tommy wouldn’t make a sound.
She stroked his thighs, moving her fingers to the edges of his shorts. Her eyes blazed with hunger as she placed her palms on the cheeks of his ass, outside his shorts. She began to feel his ass, squeezing his ass checks. Tommy gasped, but remained still, trembling as her hands fondled him. She slipped one hand underneath his shorts, finding the leg of his jockey shorts.
“Sandy, what are you doing?”
“Hush, baby,” she wh
ispered, digging her fingers into the flesh of his ass. “Just hush and enjoy it.”
She felt his ass tighten, and squeezed it.
“Nice,” she whispered. “Very nice, Tommy!”
She leaned in, kissing the back of his leg, darting the tip of her tongue against his flesh. When she started licking his thigh, she slipped her other hand in front of him, feeling his cock.
“Golly, Sandy,” he grunted, dropping the scraper and leaning against the ladder.
She squeezed his cock and ass.
“You like what I’m doing, Tommy?” she whispered, running her tongue near the edge of his shorts.
“Yes, I like it, Sandy, but…”
“Then hush and enjoy it.”
She shoved the leg of his shorts up, seeing the crease of his ass crack blending with his thigh. At the same time, she shoved her other hand into his shorts, trying to get his cock free.
“Help me, Tommy,” she hissed.
With his help, she got his cock out of the side of his shorts. Gripping his prick tightly, she began to pump, to jack his cock. She dug her fingers into his ass cheek as she jerked his prick, her tongue flicking at his thigh, licking at the crease.
“Such a big hard-on,” she murmured. “I love it when a boy has a hard-on, Tommy. It feels so good, touching a cock when it’s so hard. Can you come, Tommy? I’d love to make you come.”
Holding his cock tight, jacking back and forth, she felt her cunt start to bubbling with juicy heat. She knew neighbors could see them but she didn’t care. She felt driven to jack Tommy off. She never felt this way before yesterday, would never in the world do such a thing, but after fucking her son, Sandy knew what she wanted and she was going for it.
Her fist pumped at his cock, her hands at his ass shoving his shorts as far away as she could. She stared at the exposed cheek of his ass, then began to kiss and lick feverishly, jerking swiftly on his pulsating prick.
Tommy was hanging onto the ladder, his legs shaking, not understanding but not wanting to stop.
“We’ve got to hurry before someone sees us,” Sandy said, breathing hotly against the exposed cheek of his ass. “We’ve got to make you come quickly, baby.”
She pounded hard and fast on his cock, wishing he was naked, wanting to watch his young balls swing, to see and lick at his young ass. Never had she done such a thing as kiss an ass, or even considered doing so, but that was before. She was different now, a changed woman — an erotic woman.
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