Donna clutched the girls grinding ass with both hands, her tongue darting into the wet heat, sucking and licking with a more furious pace as her erotic desires swelled. She was no longer blushing, but shivering with hunger. She arched her ass up, ramming her cunt into the girl’s face, grinding sideways. She sucked hard at the steamy pussy in her mouth, trying to focus her glassy eyes on her son as he danced about them, his cock protruding with intense hardness, watching them.
Donna was surprised that the girl was coming so soon. She felt the girl’s orgasms rippling around, the hairy cunt lips gripping at her tongue with tight contractions. While she came, the girl sucked and licked at Donna’s cunt like her son never had. There was a different technique this girl had of sucking pussy but it was as exciting and delicious as that of her son.
Donna fucked her tongue in and out of the girl’s contracting cunt, then up across the puckering asshole. Donna found herself wanting this girl to piss, to piss into her face, her mouth.
Donna’s cunt was rumbling with powerful orgasms.
She shot her ass up, smashing her cunt into the girl’s mouth with a muffled squeal. The girl tightened her hands into Donna’s shaking ass as Donna came, her tongue darting swiftly in and out of Donna’s juicy cunt. As the girl came, she smeared her convulsing pussy all over Donna’s face until Donna’s face was wet from forehead to chin. The girl’s cunt was very hot, liquid.
“Ohhh, God!” Donna moaned as the girl crawled from her face. “Ohhh, that was… oh, God!”
The girl laughed. “I told you, didn’t I?” Her blue eyes flashed down at Donna, her lips glistening wetly. “Eating cunt is as good as sucking a hard cock.”
“You’re right!” Donna gasped. “You’re so fucking right!”
“We have to do something about your son’s hard cock, it looks like,” Jill said, shoving Timmy’s hand off his cock and taking his prick into her own. “I can’t stand to see a cock so fucking hard. When I see one like this, I get all tingly and shivery and have to have it!”
The girl leaned over and kissed the dripping piss hole of Timmy’s cock. She drew one knee up and began to rub at her still-bubbling cunt, totally unashamed. Donna wondered how the girl could expose herself in such erotic pleasure without at least them getting to know each other. She didn’t think she could do that at all. It would kill her with embarrassment, make her so ashamed of herself.
Jill pulled Timmy’s cock into her mouth, her free hand cupping his balls. Donna watched the girl working her finger into her cunt, getting it soaked in cunt juices, then bringing the finger to Timmy’s cock, smear the head with her own juices, and once again suck his prick back into her mouth. Before she could think, Donna was spreading on the floor and shoving her face into the girl’s wet cunt for the second time.
“Suck her hairy cunt, Mom,” Timmy urged, watching over the girl’s head. “Eat her hot pussy! You wanted to taste cunt, so taste it!”
Donna made a whimpering sound as the girl lifted to her knees, turning and squatting into her face. Jill kept sucking on Timmy’s cock as Donna began running the flat surface of her tongue from the hairy, juicy cunt, to the pucker of the girl’s asshole. The wet sounds the girl made as she sucked Timmy’s cock inflamed Donna even more than earlier. She shoved a hand up and grasped one of the girl’s big tits. She was only vaguely aware of her son picking up the telephone.
Jill sucked hungrily on his cock, one of her hands stretching down to rub and fuck at Donna’s cunt. Donna sucked hard at the girl’s pussy, lifting her crotch so the girl could fingerfuck her. She listened to what her son was saying into the telephone.
“Joey, bring all the guys with you!” she heard her son say. “These two cunts are too much for me to handle.” Donna suddenly began to come, anxious for Joey and whoever those other boys were to get there.
She did not feel embarrassed anymore.
THE END
PR-3250 MOM’S THE BEST SUCKER
FOREWORD
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under emtremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate traders.
Carol Taylor is an outwardly proper person, quite normal in all respects. Or so she seems. In her lurks a love of the perverse, as her son and niece find out. MOM’S THE BEST SUCKER — a fictional story about a society that refuses toface many of its real problems.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carol Taylor lifted her feet and placed them on the back of the front seat. The open convertible allowed the full heat of the sun to burn on her already-golden flesh, her dark-blonde hair flying back from her head.
The car wasn’t moving, but parked in a clump of trees.
There was no one else with her. She liked being alone, but not all the time. Sometimes she liked being with someone, but she had no one to be with. Not now, since her divorce. She had her son, Roger but he was still a little boy and besides he had his own friends.
Resting her head on the back seat, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift as it usually did when she was alone. By herself, she could pretend, act anyway she liked. She would not be disturbed here in the pine forest, and she could allow her fantasies to run free without fear of being caught.
Carol fantasized a great deal. She fantasized about anything and everything, but most of her fantasies were erotic. She would imagine certain neighbors undressed in a bedroom perhaps, or on the couch, fucking and sucking as she stood watching from some dark window.
Carol loved to fantasize about fucking and sucking. It excited her, made her beautiful tits swell in hardness, caused her nipples to burn and tingle so deliciously. She enjoyed the pulsing heat that would start between her long thighs, grow with intensity until her cunt was juicy and dripping, her clitoris bulging with that sweet pleasurepain. Then, when her cunt was thoroughly juicy, she would let imagination grow wilder, pretending she was being fucked by two or more men, at the same time, or one after the other.
Feeling the sun on her bare legs, she pulled her yellow skirt past her knees, looking at her legs. They were shapely legs, long and slender and the skin so smooth they were unbelievable. She was very sensitive along the inner surfaces, and loved to feel herself there. With her eyes slitted, she watched her hand move slowly from one knee up her thigh. She caressed herself with a light touch, feeling shivers flow through her. She pulled her skirt to her lap, exposing the crotch of her panties. The bikini panties were not designed to be functional, but to arouse.
She enjoyed wearing soft, frilly, sexy clothing, and always chose her panties with extra care. She told herself she never knew when someone would turn her on. When that happened, she wanted to be as sexy looking as she could.
Drawing her fingertip along her thigh, she sighed softly.
Her ass rested at the very edge of the back seat, and she twisted gently as her cunt grew puffy, her clit starting to throb teasingly. She drew light circles about her thigh with the tip of one finger, using her erotic mind to form images of a man, any man, touching her eager body. She could see, with her mind clearly, the man’s body, but not his face. She never concerned herself with faces. The man’s cock was, naturally, very hard, straining out toward her, the piss hole wide open and dripping with eagerness for her wet cunt.
Carol pulled upward on her panties, making the crotch dig into her pussy slit, the cunt lips puffing outward on each side. She looked at herself, seeing the dark blonde curls and pink flesh. She thought her cunt was beautiful. Some women didn’t have beautiful cunts, she thought, but she was one of the lucky ones. Her cunt was very beautiful, with well-defined lips, an unusually long clit.
She knew her cunt was tight because her ex-husband had told he
r so, and she knew because of her own fingers entering it so often. Her cunt had the unusual ability to clamp down on a cock and hold it tightly. Her pussy would do this without any conscious effort on her part, as if it had a mind of its own. She loved that strange ability to grip a cock so very hard. The pressure of her pussy at those times was so delicious, she would often come.
Holding her panties tightly into her cunt, she stroked a finger up and down. The touch of her finger sent her hips to jerking. She gasped hotly as she felt a puffy cunt lip.
“Ohhhh,” she mewled.
Sliding one hand into the waist of her panties, Carol fondled the curls of her pussy hair. The hair was soft, very soft and she loved playing with it. But she seldom played with her cunt hair long. By the time she reached this point, she was highly excited and had to rush to the next point, the next point being her clitoris. She pressed her fingertip upon the throbbing clit and smashed it, not hard, but lightly.
“Oh! Yes!” she sighed as her first orgasm burst.
Her first orgasm was usually mild. It was the next orgasm she wanted, the second one that would burn and explode and rip through her lovely body with such rapture, she often felt lightheaded and close to fainting with ecstasy.
With a twist of her hips, Carol began to agitate her clit. She rubbed along the sides with two fingers then squeezed the sensitive swelling. Taking her clit between a thumb and forefinger, she twisted, turning and pinching and letting the delight swell higher. Then, as her ecstasy was almost at its peak, Carol darted her middle finger into her cunt, deep and hard.
“Oooo, fuck me!” she wailed softly as her finger fucked in and out of her cunt, the heel of her hand smashing at her clitoris. Her hips lifted to take the finger deeper yet. “Fuck me! Please, pleas… fuck me!”
Her cunt closed tightly about her finger, and Carol arched her body, her tits straining in her blouse. She closed her eyes tightly as the rippling heat flowed outward from her cunt, spreading toward the bones of her hips. Then her cunt convulsed, sucking and clinging to her finger with wet fire.
Usually she jerked and thrashed as she came, screaming with the wild raptures that filled her. She struggled to control the sounds. She didn’t want anyone to catch her, not really. It was fun to think of being caught fingerfucking herself, but she didn’t want it to happen in reality.
Her body slumped as the orgasm faded, her finger still inside her cunt. She enjoyed the pulsations of her cunt around her finger awhile then pulled it free. As always, her finger and half her hand were drenched with the hot juices of her cunt.
As usual, Carol gazed at her hand and finger. She had been curious for years about the taste, the scent. Sometimes she had come close to licking her cunt-wet hand, but her courage failed at the last minute. Now, seeing the glistening wetness, she pulled her hand close to her face. She smelled, and detected an exciting odor. This was as close as she had ever come to tasting herself and it was when she usually lost her nerve.
This time, she didn’t lose it.
With a whimper, Carol snaked her tongue out fast, before she could change her mind. She ran her tongue through the wetness, tasting. The juices were hot and she was surprised at the taste. With another whimper, Carol plunged her middle finger into her mouth, closing her lips tightly, sucking and licking.
And, to her surprise, she came again.
Carol jerked her finger out of her mouth and sat up on the seat, dropping her feet to the floor of the car.
For a moment she almost sucked the finger again, and then felt the heat of guilt and shame spread over her face.
It was always this way.
After it was over, she felt shameful for what she had done.
As erotic-minded as Carol was, she had little experience sexually.
She had not done any of the things she fantasized about. Even while married she allowed nothing but fucking between her and her husband.
Thirty years old, and almost as shy and virginal as she had been as a young girl. Carol dreamed of sucking a hard cock, of licking at heavy, loaded balls, of burying her face into the cheeks of a tight ass, probing the ring of an asshole. She fantasized of tonguing a sweet, soft, wet cunt, or of being tonguefucked by someone else.
It wasn’t because she wasn’t attractive enough. Carol was indeed a beautiful woman, an inch or so taller than average, with long, silky, dark-blonde hair and sparking green eyes. She had the face that would have launched a thousand ships in olden days. She was slender and well built with shapely tits as tight and firm as always, with nipples straining out, pointing upward.
And she had a hot, juicy cunt.
Her lack of experience was due to her shyness, and that alone.
Even when her husband spoke of some erotic thing he would enjoy, she would turn from him with a burning face and refuse. But in her mind she was screaming for him to do those exciting things to her, to make her — force her — to do them.
Stepping from the car, Carol smoothed her skirt over her hips and thighs, feeling the wetness in the crotch of her panties. Sliding under the wheel of the convertible, she backed out carefully. When she got home, the panties would be hidden in her drawer, with the rest of them. She would bathe and change into her other panties, probably put on a bra, then a housedress. Her other panties, although bikini style, were simply utilitarian and not sexy at all. Her pretty, frilly panties were to be worn only when she fantasized and fingerfucked herself.
She was still feeling ashamed of herself by the time she parked the car and entered the house. Sometimes this sense of guilt lasted for hours. She hated the feeling.
The house was quiet as she walked to her room. She wondered where Roger was, but wasn’t worried. He was usually down the street with his cousin, Ginger. She could call later and have him come home. She was glad her sister and brother-in-law lived so close. It not only gave Roger someone to play with that she liked, too, but she could always talk with her sister. Roger and Ginger had used both houses as if they lived in them, running in and out and doing whatever they pleased.
She sat on the toilet, knees closed, elbows propped there. She cupped her chin in her hand and her mind started to build a fantasy once more. She thought of being in the open, naked as she was now, taking a piss as a group of boys and girls surrounded her, watching and listening to the tinkling sounds of piss splashing into water. Carol didn’t know why this should make her feel good, but it did. It was simply an extension of her erotic fantasies.
This particular erotic dream suddenly became a reality.
“Oh! Roger!” Carol gasped, covering her tits quickly, the stream of piss cutting off.
Her son stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at her. He didn’t seem the least bit ashamed of catching her on the toilet, naked and pissing.
“Go away!” Carol gasped.
She covered her tits and leaned over, looking at her son with fear-filled eyes. Not fear, not really, but with embarrassment.
Roger laughed, more a giggle than anything. Carol watched her son’s eyes move up and down her body. She flushed even more, and found she couldn’t say anything. She wanted to shout at him to leave her alone, but her throat was constricted. Her cunt was gripped with orgasm.
“Go away, Roger,” she finally said, her voice very low, without force. “Please, don’t look at me.” Carol saw a small face peering over her son’s shoulder, and she gasped again.
Ginger’s blue eyes were wide, and she giggled in a lewd sound.
“Ginger! Roger! Go away! Please!”
She was relieved when they did go away.
She shoved her foot out, trying to kick the door shut, but couldn’t quite reach it. She looked around carefully then stood up. With a quick motion, she grabbed the damp towel and twisted it about her body. She tucked it securely to her armpits, not knowing almost half of her ass was showing, with the hint of pussy hair in front. She was rattled, otherwise she might have known she was exposed.
Believing she was well covered, she went into the
living room, and found her son and niece sitting on the floor. They had turned on the television and afternoon shows were going through those stupid antics. She walked past them and, before she reached the kitchen, felt eyes on her. She peeked over her shoulder and sure enough Roger and Ginger were staring at her. She followed their eyes with one hand, and then gasped with a hot blush on her face when she felt the naked cheeks of her ass.
She moved quickly into the kitchen, drinking a glass of cold water. She felt trapped now. There was no way she could go back through the living room, not with the towel showing everything she had. And she couldn’t stay in the kitchen until Roger and Ginger decided to go back outside, either.
She peeked to see if she could sneak past them.
Ginger was standing up, her dress pulled up behind, with the seat of her white cotton panties showing. She was prancing before Roger, shaking her slim hips in a parody of Carol going into the kitchen.
Carol felt so ashamed she could die.
“Don’t look at me,” Ginger said, trying to imitate Carol’s voice. “You’re not supposed to see my butt, you know. Even if I show it, you’re not supposed to see my ass, Roger.”
Carol gasped when she heard her niece. The impulse to say something about her language was strong, but Carol had to swallow it. If she said anything, it would make matters worse, she felt.
And Roger! He was playing along with Ginger.
“Oh, Mother,” she heard her son say, his voice childish. “I see your ass, Mother! Why are you showing your ass to me, Mother?”
“So you can see it, you bad boy,” Ginger replied, shaking her little ass saucily. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to look at Mother’s ass? Even if I show you my ass, you’re supposed to look away.”
“But, Mother,” she heard her son giggle. “It’s so pretty. I can’t help looking at it!”
“Well, you can look awhile,” Ginger said, still pretending to be her aunt, “but you don’t try to touch my ass, you hear me, young man?”
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