“Now you can lick my cunt, Carol,” she said huskily. “Now you can suck the come juice off my hot pussy!”
“Ohh, I want to!” Carol cried out, shoving her mouth into her sister’s cunt, her tongue licking in a frenzy.
Julie pressed her hand against the back of her sister’s head, twisting her boiling cunt into Carol’s sucking mouth. Carol sucked up the come juice greedily, then began tongue-ticking Julie frantically. The two cocks pounding into her cunt and asshole sent gasps of perverse rapture throughout her naked body.
“Eat me, Carol!” Julie cried wildly. “Eat my hot cunt! Suck Bobby’s come juice off my hairy cunt! Fuck her pussy, Bobby! Brad, ram your cock up your mother’s tight asshole… fuck her hard!”
Carol buried her open mouth into her sister’s juicy cunt, sucking and licking at the sweetness, eyes closed. The sensation of a hard cock fucking into her cunt as another stretched her burning asshole was almost too much, especially after all the orgasms she had been having the past two days. Her cunt ached, yet she wanted more and more. Her asshole burned about her son’s stabbing cock and she felt as if when she came, even her asshole would experience an orgasm.
The harsh breathing filled the room, along with the wet sounds of her tongue and lips buried into her sister’s cunt. Bobby’s cock pounded at her swollen cunt from below while her son’s prick went very deep into her burning asshole.
When the orgasm struck, it went on and on, her cunt and asshole sucking and clawing at the young cocks. Carol had her tongue deeply into her sister’s pussy when Julie shrieked and began to come too. She felt Julie’s pussy squeezing spastically at her fucking tongue while the boiling spurts of come juice flooding her cunt and asshole.
Carol’s mind went into a spin that almost caused her to faint. But every sensation made her naked body shake violently as she devoured her sister’s cuntjuices, her cunt and asshole filling until she wondered how much more juice those young boy’s balls could hold.
After she came, Julie squirmed swiftly from the arm of the couch, rushing to her son’s knees just as his cock oozed out of Carol’s bushy cunt. She shoved her face down, licking at her son’s cock and then up to plunge her tongue into Carol’s come juice-filled cunt. As Brad slipped his cock from his mother’s asshole, Julie plunged her tongue past the ring, licking wildly.
“No more!” Carol sobbed, trying to pull away from her sister’s hungry mouth. “Stop it, Julie! I can’t take any more right now! Please, stop it!”
Julie pulled her wet face away.
“Okay, now we all have to take a hot piss,” she said.
“Wait a minute!” Carol yelped, looking at her sister as she turned onto her back.
Then she realized Julie had talked to both Bobby and Brad before, because the boys stood at each of her hips, holding their cocks. They giggled and began to piss on her cunt. Carol yelped and Julie parted her legs and pulled her pussy open, the hot piss of her pussy splashed along with the boys. They pissed all over Carol’s cunt and, to Carol’s surprise, she began to came in powerful waves of orgasmic ecstasy…
She found she could take more than she thought.
THE END
PR-3258 MOTHER NEEDS IT HOT
FOREWORD
Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite en it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual relationships.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the prime focus of life, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people’s behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The characters in MOTHER NEEDS IT HOT are cases in point. Their story is one of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Hanging onto the strap, swaying with the motion of the subway car, Susan stared at the crudely drawn graffiti on the wall. It excited her, like everything depicting fucking excited her lately. Even the bodies pressing around her excited her.
It was the rush hour, and normally she would not be riding the subway, but today she was on it. The crush of bodies, warm, vibrant bodies, against her, felt good. Maybe that was because she had not, had a human contact — body against body — in a very long time. Whatever the cause, her body was vibrating with long-suppressed hungers. Her tits were pressed against the broad back of a faceless stranger, and it felt good. She didn’t try to draw away; it wouldn’t have been possible anyway.
She felt a delicious stinging between her thighs, a certain throb about the lips of her cunt. Her clit was trying to swell and strain against the crotch of her panties. Susan ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes half-closed and starting to glaze with a dreamy expression.
It had been so very long since she had felt this way. Always before, she would fight the feelings down, bury them. But not now. She allowed those feelings to surface, enjoying the sweetness, the itching of her cunt. Maybe that was why she didn’t try to pull away when she felt something hard pressing against the cheek of her ass. The hardness was throbbing, and whoever it was kept pushing just a bit harder against her.
There were some weird people who rode the subway, she knew. She had heard about some men who got their jollies by rubbing against a warm woman. Perhaps the man behind her was one of those.
Most women might have become frightened, fought through the crowd to get away, but not Susan.
Susan had erotic feelings, very strong erotic feelings. For many years she had suppressed them, because all they did was torment her. Despite her many opportunities to get laid, to feel a hard cock shoving into her cunt, she resisted. Not because she didn’t want to get fucked, but because she was somewhat particular about whose cock went into her cunt. Yet for some reason, this time, as she felt the throb of the hard cock on her ass, a quiver went through her, and she could feel the crotch of her panties becoming wet. The wetter they became, the better it felt to Susan. She gripped the strap hard as she swayed, and with just a slight adjustment of her ass, she made sure the cock was pressing at her asscrack. She heard a soft sigh behind her, and grinned to herself. She flexed the cheeks of her ass, and heard the sigh of pleasure again. She could turn her head and see who it was, but she didn’t want to see what he looked like.
Feeling his cock throb at the crack of her ass, Susan let her imagination flow with the images of who she really wanted to fuck. It was her secret, and had been her secret for two years. She never felt guilty or ashamed of her erotic fantasies. They felt too good to cause her shame or guilt.
With a slight wiggle of her ass, she pretended it was Tommy’s cock pressing against her. She closed her eyes as the image grew, and writhed her ass, flexing her ass cheeks as the cock throbbed between them. In her mind, Tommy’s cock rubbed up and down her ass, so very hard and hot. She wasn’t dressed, in her mind, but wearing panties. Thinking this way, she could almost feel the cock better. Whoever it was behind her was rubbing up and down, sliding his hard-on along the crack of her ass. Susan kept tightening her ass cheeks, letting them relax, then tightening them again.
The subway stopped, hut Susan stood where she was. A few people managed to get off the train, and a few more squeezed in. The man behind her was pressed tighter, and his cock seemed to slip between the cheeks of her ass, through his pants, and her dress and panties. It felt like an enormous cock, but it was difficult to tell for sure.
She arched her ass back a little, and felt th
e returning pressure. A soft sigh came from her mouth as the cock throbbed more and more. She lifted up and down on her tiptoes, sliding the crack of her ass on the man’s hard-on. In her mind, Tommy’s cock was sliding up and down, and she could practically feel the hard flesh of his cock against the nakedness of her flesh. She imagined she was naked, with Tommy’s cock sliding up and down the crack of her smooth, rounded ass. Her cunt throbbed and burned, her cunt pressing at the crotch of her wet panties.
The man pressing up against her ass was jiggling up and down, dry-fucking the crack of her ass. He was encouraged by the sharp backward press of her ass and the way Susan squeezed her asscheeks together. She wondered if it would be possible to get fucked on a crowded subway car, with no one knowing the difference. Crushed so lightly, she felt it was possible. Neither would have to really move, she decided. The sway and jolting of the train would do the work for them.
The gasping behind her was increasing, and Susan wiggled her ass as best she could. It amused her to think she could make this man, this person behind her, come in his pants. He would be satisfied, and although she wouldn’t, it would feel good to cause his cock to gush into his pants. It wasn’t really a cock tease this way, because the man would get something out of it. And it wasn’t as if she was being fucked.
Her station was coming up, and she felt she had to hurry if she wanted to accomplish this. She pushed her ass backward as hard as she could, and felt the return pressure of that throbbing hard-on. Her panties and skirt were right in the crack of her asshole now, and she could actually feel the unknown cock throbbing against her assbud.
Then it happened. The man gave a strangling gurgle, and Susan felt the spasms of his cock between the cheeks of her ass. She hoped he didn’t come so much it seeped through his pants and got her skirt wet.
It was over just as the doors hissed open, and Susan squeezed past the bodies and outside. Without looking back, she began walking to the stairs. Reaching the turnstile, she saw people being helped over, while others climbed the steel railings.
“Careful, Ma’am,” said a man. “Damn thing is broken. I’ll help you over.”
Susan allowed the man to take her arm and help her. She swung her leg over, and caught sight of a young man sitting off by himself, leaning against the wall, watching. His eyes gleamed as Susan lifted her leg, and she knew he had positioned himself to see up all the dresses of the women being helped across the turnstile. She impulsively gave him a fine peek at her crotch, and winked at him as she hurried past. The man returned a grin, and she noticed he had a hard-on bulging up from his pants.
Some people got their kicks in strange ways, she thought.
Walking quickly, her heels tapping on the sidewalk, Susan didn’t delay on her way home. Tommy was there, and she was anxious to be with him. It was getting to the point where she hated to go to work and leave him in the apartment alone. Not just when he was alone, either, for she hated to be away from for any length of time.
Men gazed after her as she walked, her rich brown hair dancing about her shoulders, her tits jiggling tightly inside her blouse. Her ass rippled and twisted as her long legs made quick strides.
Today was the day her sister was to arrive. Susan had been looking forward to her sister coming. She had not seen her sister in almost two years, and wondered how she was now. She had agreed with reluctance to let Wanda stay with her and Tommy, and had agreed to help her get a job. But she felt Wanda would be a hindrance to her.
For the past few months, Susan had felt a growing change between her and Tommy. The atmosphere between them was taking on a new meaning, and Susan was waiting almost breathlessly to see what would happen. She had felt such tension between herself and men before, and knew it was erotic. This feeling was different only in that Tommy was her son.
She simply felt her son would be a fantastic fucking partner, and because he was her son, Susan refused to let that sway her judgment. She had no hang-ups about fucking Tommy, none at all.
But now, with Wanda staying awhile, it would be sure to put a damper on the growing attraction she and Tommy were feeling for each other. So far, her son looked openly at her, gazing at her flawless, firm tits, staring at her ass, or peeking at her knees. Not that Susan had exposed anything to him yet, but he looked and his expression was hungry. Once, just a day or so before, he had, touched her on her hip, and both of them had gasped and frozen far a moment. She had glanced down at his hand touching her hip, then into her son’s hungry eyes. Then they pulled away, and there was no further mention of the incident, yet they both had felt the electrical charge whipping through the air.
Tommy was a virgin, she was sure. She had never seen him with a girl, and he seldom went anywhere. She didn’t like him to go outside very often. It was getting dangerous to be alone on the streets, with the gangs roaming about, muggings and so on. She was lucky that Tommy didn’t associate himself with a gang, she thought.
Entering her apartment building, she took the elevator to the tenth floor, and quietly opened the door to her apartment.
Tommy and Wanda didn’t see or hear her enter; they sat on the couch, pressing lightly together. Susan saw that Tommy had his hand under his aunt’s dress and his tongue was down her throat. The next thing she saw was her sister gripping Tommy’s cock very hard. She could see the head of her son’s cock bulging up, very swollen and very smooth, and the glistening beads of wetness on his pinhole. Susan stood still, her eyes wide and hot, staring at her son’s cock. She was afraid to breathe, afraid to make a sound. Not because she would startle them, but because she didn’t want her son’s cock to disappear.
Wanda was moaning softly as she sucked Tommy’s tongue writhing her ass on the couch, opening and closing her legs. Susan saw her son had his hand inside Wanda’s panties. She watched as her sister pumped her fist up and down Tommy’s cock, and listened to the groan of pleasure he made. She had not seen his cock before, not like this. She had seen it pressing in hardness against the front of his pants, but never standing free and naked. It was larger than she had expected.
“Well?” she finally said.
There was an immediate reaction from Tommy and Wanda. Wanda gave a little scream as she jerked her mouth away from Tommy’s tongue, pulling his hand from her panties at the same time. Wanda sat upright quickly, clamping her knees together and flushing with shyness. Tommy, seeing his mother standing in the doorway, stuffed his cock into his pants. Susan almost laughed at the trouble he had because it remained hard.
“I see I got home just in time,” Susan said, closing the door. She was trembling, and her cunt seemed to be throbbing with heat.
Tommy didn’t appear embarrassed at all. It was Wanda who blushed and couldn’t look at Susan. Susan placed her purse on a table and turned to look at her son and sister. Wanda was only a few years older than Tommy, about the prettiest blonde in their old hometown. She was sweet and cuddly and shy, with an innocent way of looking at a person that said she wasn’t as innocent as she appeared. Her sky-blue eyes promised and teased. She was curvy and slender, like Susan.
“When did you get in, Wanda?” she asked. Wanda whispered something, but it was Tommy who answered. “She got here about an hour ago, Mom.”
“Only an hour ago,” Susan asked, arching her eyebrows. “And already you’ve got your hand in her panties, Tommy?”
Tommy almost blushed. Almost, but not quite. This was the boldest Susan had spoken to him.
“And you, Wanda,” Susan said, facing her sister. “I’m surprised at you. I really am.”
“I’m sorry,” Wanda whispered, gazing down at her lap, her hands folded there. “I didn’t mean to do it, Susan.”
“Oh, is that right?” Susan asked, but her voice was not unkind. “If you didn’t mean to, why were you?”
“Mom,” Tommy said. “It wasn’t Wanda’s fault. I’m the one.”
“The one what?”
“I started it, Mom, not Wanda.”
“I suppose you put her hand on y
our cock,” Susan said.
Tommy’s eyes grew hot, and Wanda’s head jerked up, her blush making her face a deep pink.
“That’s right — cock,” Susan said, but there was no anger in her voice. “If you’re old enough to play with a girl, you’re old enough to hear the word, Tommy.”
Susan noticed her son’s cock was still very hard, outlined against his pants. That pleased her. She looked at it openly, her own eyes growing wet with desire. Tommy made no effort to try and hide his hard-on, but sat there with his knees open, hands at his sides on the cushions. Although she had her knees clamped together, Wanda’s skirt was halfway up her thighs.
“Wanda, do you mind if I talk to Tommy in private for a moment?” Susan asked.
Wanda got up and, averting her face from her older sister, disappeared down the hall. Susan watched her son, who was watching the swelling cheeks of Wanda’s cute ass.
“I don’t care who started it, Tommy,” Susan said, lowering her eyes to her son’s bulging hard-on meaningfully. “That isn’t important to me. What I want to know is this; you know Wanda is my sister, your aunt. Don’t you feel strange about feeling her up?”
Tommy shivered with excitement, listening to his mother talk to him as if he was a grownup, using the words boys and girls did at school. Like his mother, he had sensed the changing atmosphere between them. He wanted to feel his mother’s body badly, to touch her in all those secret places. If he had gotten some sort of sign from his mother, he would have been feeling her up a long time ago.
“I don’t feel strange at all, Mom,” he said after a brief pause.
Susan felt a thrill grow inside her body. Her cunt twitched hotly, and she flashed a smile at her son. “That’s what I hoped to hear.”
She stepped close to her son, holding her hand out. Tommy took her hand and stood up. Susan was six inches taller than her son, and he tilted his head to look into her eyes. Susan held his hand tightly, and brought her other hand between them.
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