“Ohhhh, nice,” she whispered, moving her fingertips about the throbbing cock shaft. “You’re very hard, Gary. Very hard.”
She slipped the crotch of his shorts all the way to one side, revealing his hairless balls and hard cock. She cupped her son’s balls gently, her smoldering eyes watching his cock lurch up and down.
“Oh, God, I can’t stand it!” she hissed. “Do it! Do it to me — now!”
Joanie pulled her son on top of her naked body, grabbing his hard cock and stuffing it into her fiery cunt swiftly. She shot her hips up, the puffy wetness of her cunt swallowing the full length of her son’s cock. She felt his balls against her ass and began to come immediately.
Gary felt his mother’s cunt clawing at his cock, squeezing the base. It felt as if he was being sucked on by a hot, wet, hungry mouth.
It felt better than his fist ever had. He held himself up with his hands, staring in awe at his mother’s contorting face. He knew she was coming, he had seen the same expression on his brother Randy’s face when he came off.
After a bit, Joanie hissed up at her son, “Fuck me, Gary! Goddamn, fuck me! Ohhhh, I’m going to come again and you haven’t fucked me yet! Please, please, fuck Mother!”
She grabbed his tight, young ass with both hands, throwing her hot legs around his back and humping her cunt up and down on his cock. She squealed and whined and whimpered, her body shaking with ecstasy.
Gary felt his mother’s hot, wet cunt smashing against him, dropping away, riding his cock. The pleasure of that streaming wetness about his cock thrilled him. He started pumping his ass up and down, driving his cock frantically into his mother’s accepting cunt.
Joanie, feeling the friction of her son’s cock stabbing in and out of her cunt, began to moan softly, digging her fingers into the tightness of his young ass. The roughness of his cutoffs excited her, rubbing at her inner thighs, the sensitive flesh. His cock seemed to stretch the puffy lips of her cunt and her clitoris was being scraped by something. The orgasms started again, each one wilder and hotter and more exquisite than the last. She thrashed beneath her son, biting into her lips to hold back her screams of ecstasy.
Gary pounded into his mother’s cunt, panting and gasping. His eyes, level with her tits, watched them jiggle from the violence of his thrusting cock. Instinctively, he lowered his mouth and began sucking on a hot, tight nipple.
“Ooooo, yes!” Joanie moaned. “Oh, yes, baby! Suck it… suck Mother’s tit! Suck Mother’s tit hard, darling! Ohhhhh, God, fuck me, Gary! Fuck me hard and fast and suck my tit! Oh, I can’t stop coming! I don’t want to stop coming… ever!”
She bucked her hips up, driving her son almost to his knees. She drew her legs back, lifting her cunt high, loving the hard banging of his cock into her burning cunt. She had wanted to be fucked by her son — either of her sons — for so long. She wanted to fuck them both and wallow in fucking with them. She wanted them to fuck her until her naked body was a mass of trembling ecstasy.
“Ohhh, fuck that cunt, baby!” she groaned. “Fuck Mother’s hot, wet cunt! My pussy is so hot and hungry for your beautiful cock, Gary! Ooooo, I’m still coming! Feel Mother’s cunt coming. Cry! Can you feel Mother’s cunt burning your sweet, hard cock! More… fuck me more! Don’t stop fucking me — never!”
Gary sucked hard at her tit, his tongue licking frantically, his cock pounded with a frenzy, his balls slapping his mother’s upraised ass. The higher she pulled her knees, the closer he came to standing up. Joanie was clinging to his hips, jerking him forward with almost brutal force. Through the spasms of her coming cunt, she could still feel the hot throbbing of his prick.
Gary’s gasping grunts excited Joanie and she pressed a hand at the back of his head, smashing his mouth hard onto her tit. His licking tongue swirled about her sensitive nipple, increasing the delicious sensations of orgasm in her cunt. She twisted and wiggled and tossed her ass about wildly, urging her son to fuck harder and faster. She wanted him to come, to feel the boiling squirt of his come juice splashing and filling her greedy cunt.
But Gary’s cock remained hard, banging into her slippery, convulsing cunt. His hips was flying up and down, the wet sounds in the room. Joanie was gasping loudly, becoming weak from the intensity of her multiple orgasms. She had to lower her ass and spread her legs out. She lay shaking as her son continued to fuck her. She lay with legs and arms spread wide, eyes closed, her cunt going through the final convulsions of ecstasy.
Gary finally stopped fucking her, resting heavily on top of his mother.
“You didn’t come,” she whispered. “What’s wrong, Gary? Isn’t it good?”
“I can’t, Mom,” he said, sounding ashamed. “I can’t come.”
Joanie understood immediately. He was still too young to come. She caressed his back. “Don’t worry. When the time comes, you’re going to really come. Don’t worry about it, baby.”
“Randy can come,” he said.
“Oh, he can, can he?”
“He told me you’d never let me do this with you,” Gary said.
“I guess we showed him, didn’t we?”
“Wait until he finds out!” Gary said.
“You’re going to tell him?”
Gary lifted his face and looked at his mother. Her eyes seemed moist and very bright. “You don’t want me to tell him?”
“Oh, I don’t mind, Gary,” she said, pulling her son’s face back to her tits, smiling at the ceiling. “I wouldn’t mind at all. Sure, tell him we’re fucking.”
CHAPTER TWO
Joanie sat on the couch, her feet up and leaning back on the arm rest. She was dressed in an attractive nylon blouse, with the top three buttons open, the swell of her succulent tits slightly revealed. She was not wearing a bra and the dark points of her nipples thrust against the thin blouse.
Her cotton skirt, pleated, covered her knees. But it did not cover much of anything else. The backs of her thighs, so slender and creamy, the flesh smooth, were teasing, inviting. Although Joanie wore panties, they were skimpy and lacy, her dark cunt hair visible. The crotch of the panties bulged with the puffiness of her cunt and the sweet curves of her ass appeared lickable, kissable.
She was looking at Randy, her oldest son, as he sat on the floor, doing his best to not peek at his mother and failing. His eyes flicked at her often, gazing for just a second at her pantied cunt, then turning away quickly. Joanie was amused by his nervousness, of his hunger.
“Where did Gary run off to, honey?” she asked in a low, seductive voice.
“Around,” Randy said, averting his eyes.
“Did he say anything to you?”
“When?”
“Yesterday,” she replied, her voice a whisper. “Did he… tell you anything?”
Randy glanced at his mother, his eyes going to her revealed crotch. He was doing everything he could to hide his throbbing hard-on from her. He found his voice wouldn’t work and he nodded.
“What did he tell you, Randy?”
Joanie felt a throbbing around her cunt and the urge to rub it was strong. She could feel the hairy lips starting to pulsate, as if they were opening and closing. She watched her son swallow.
“Tell me what he said,” she insisted. “I want to know what he told you.”
“Aw, just some kind of bullshit…” He stopped quickly, blushing.
“Bullshit?” she smiled. “He told you some kind of bullshit?”
Randy nodded, his face red.
“What bullshit?” Joanie asked. “Are you sure it was bullshit, darling? What if he told you the truth?”
Randy squirmed on the carpet, peeking at his mother from lowered lashes. “It was,” he mumbled. “You wouldn’t do anything like that, Mom, not with Gary.”
“Are you sure about that?” she teased, licking at the tip of her finger. “Are you really sure I wouldn’t?”
“Would you?” he asked, his voice so low she could hardly hear him.
“Mmmmmmm,” Joanie responded, sucking on
the tip of her finger, swinging her closed knees from side to side, her pleated skirt riding past her knees. “Maybe.”
Randy’s eyes opened a bit and he gazed at her, watching her knees move slowly from side to side, seeing her thighs and the way her cunt puffed against her panties, the dark shadow of pussy hair, the creamy halves of her pretty ass cheeks. His cock was so hard inside his pants, so very hard.
“What if I ask you?” she whispered very softly. “What if I asked you to do it, too?”
“Really, Mom?”
With her finger in her mouth, she slipped her skirt down on her thighs, nodding her head. Randy forgot about concealing his hard-on. He stared hard when his mother parted her knees now. The crotch of her flimsy panties was stretched, with dark hair sticking from the edges. Joanie pulled her finger from her mouth and began to circle one straining nipple through her blouse, her eyes smoldering with steam. She saw her son’s cock along his left thigh, outlined by the tightness of his jeans. The view made her breath catch.
Randy watched her, mesmerized, his cock throbbing inside his pants. When he saw his mother drag a finger along the stretched crotch of her panties, he groaned.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Joanie whispered.
“Mom, don’t do that!” he gulped.
“Why? It’s fun.”
“I think I might…”
“Come?” she supplied when he paused. “Seeing me do this might make YOU come in your pants?”
Randy nodded, his eyes fixed on her finger as it moved up and down the puffy slit of his mother’s cunt.
“You don’t have to do that, baby,” she murmured, pressing the tip of her finger inward and shoving her panties into her pussy. “I can think of a better place for you to come.”
Randy couldn’t believe it.
Joanie hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it to the side and showing her pink, wet, hairy cunt to her son. Her eyes were hot and moist as she watched him. Her knees were still spread wide and using her other hand, she stroked the tip of her forefinger about her puffy cunt lips, teasing him.
“Don’t, Mom!” he groaned.
“You touch it, honey,” she whispered, her voice very low. “You touch my pussy, then.”
Randy sat staring at his mother’s cunt, almost frozen. Then his body jerked and he scooted toward her, sliding his ass on the floor. His face was near her foot, gazing up between his mother’s spreading thighs. The dark hair of her cunt was tightly curled as it ran along each side of those succulent lips and disappeared into the crack of her ass. Joanie lifted her hips slightly and writhed her ass, watching her son with steaming eyes. Then slowly, very slowly, she slipped the tip of her finger into her cunt, pressing it deeper and deeper until her knuckles were against the lips.
“Mmmmmrn,” she sighed. “I know what would feel even better in there, Randy. Something hard and long and throbbing would feel so much better.”
Randy placed a hand on his mother’s knee. His hand was trembling and she felt the heat of his palm. Joanie pulled her son’s hand along her thigh, bringing it closer to her cunt.
“Touch me, Randy,” she urged in a throaty voice. “Touch me there. Don’t be afraid, baby. I want you to touch my pussy.”
His fingertips felt the curly cunt hair and then the puffy wetness of one pussy lip. Joanie still had her finger inside her cunt and Randy gulped as his mother inserted his finger alongside hers.
“Warm, isn’t it?” Joanie hissed. “Mother’s cunt is so warm and wet. Feel how slippery Mother’s cunt is? Mmmmm, we’ve got both our fingers in there now. Let’s fuck it together, Randy.”
Holding her son’s wrist, she moved his finger in and out of her cunt along with hers. Randy was awed and so excited he was about to come. While the fingers moved back and forth in her cunt, Joanie twisted in her ass slowly, arching it upwards a little more.
“I don’t want it this way, Randy,” she said, pulling their fingers out of her cunt.
She placed his hand on her inner thigh and he watched with surprise as his mother lifted her glistening finger to her lips and smeared the juices of her cunt slowly about them.
“Kiss me, Randy,” she moaned, her lips glistening with the juices of her cunt. “Kiss Mother, darling! Please, kiss me!”
Randy got to his knees and moved up toward his mother. He stared at her wet lips and as his mother drew her head down, he felt the wetness upon his mouth. As his lips contacted hers, Joanie held the back of her son’s head and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She felt Randy shudder and he drew his hand over her straining tits, then ran it down her stomach until she curled his hand into her cunt. The hand at his head moved across his back, no longer having to hold him down. She slipped her hand in front of him and closed her fingers around his throbbing cock. Feeling it through his pants, she squeezed hard and tried to jack him. Randy moaned around his mother’s tongue and his hand pressed harder into her cunt. Joanie lifted her crotch into his hand, twisting as she squeezed his cock.
“OOOOO, don’t come,” she mewled, taking her tongue out of his mouth. “God, you’re so hard, Randy!”
Randy tasted the juices of his mother’s cunt on her lips and his cock had grown a bit harder as she squeezed. His hand between her thighs was moving now, sliding up and down with increasing pressure. He could feel that the tight crotch of her panties was moist now.
“Take it out!” Joanie hissed suddenly, trying to open his pants with her hand. “Oh, Randy… take it out for me!”
Her son got shakily to his feet, fumbling with the zipper hurriedly. His cock shot out of his pants and Joanie made a low purring sound as her eyes fastened on it. Randy, as he removed his cock, had been staring down at his mother’s writhing hips and cunt. He jerked his eyes toward his mother’s face when she gripped his cock, jerking it back and forth.
“Don’t come!” Joanie gasped, jacking her son’s cock swiftly. “Don’t come! Oh, please don’t come!”
“You gotta stop, Mom!” he growled.
Joanie’s eyes seemed vacant with lust as she stared at her son’s cock, her fist jacking tightly. Her lips were parted and her breathing was heavy and fast, her tits lifting and falling visibly.
“Mom, be careful!” he warned.
Thick, creamy, hot come juice suddenly gushed out of his flaring piss hole. Joanie gave a low yelp as the creamy come splashed onto her forehead, her fist beating on his cock faster yet. Her eyes remained wide, watching her son come. Spurt after spurt squirted from his cock and hit her cheek, her chin, the tip of her nose. Her fist gripped his cock as hard as she could, pumping frantically, making him come.
“Oooooo, beautiful,” she murmured, his cock drooping slightly in her fist when he finished coming. “Right in my face, baby! I love it! Oh, God, how I love it!”
A drop of come juice was beaded on his piss hole, his cock still almost hard. Joanie leaned forward and flicked the drop of come from the tip of his cock with her tongue.
“Fuck me, Randy,” Joanie murmured, her eyes shining up at his face. “Fuck Mother now. Please, fuck me!”
Joanie lifted her legs high, her hands almost tearing her flimsy panties in her haste to get them off. Tossing the panties onto the floor, she lay back on the couch again, her legs spread as wide as they could go. Her cunt was glistening and pulsating.
Randy, more excited than he had ever been, was no longer in awe. His cock quickly jerked back into full hardness, standing almost against his stomach. For just a moment, all he could do was stare at his mother’s deliciously exposed cunt.
“Fuck me now, Randy,” Joanie pleaded. “Oh, baby, fuck my Goddamn cunt! Mother’s cunt is so fucking hot! Shove your cock in my wet pussy and fuck me — now!”
Randy moved. He crawled between his mother’s legs, his cock jerking up and dawn. Joanie grasped his prick, and shoved the head to her greedy pussy. As it rubbed over her clitoris, she gasped in pleasure. Then she fit her son’s cock between the fiery lips of her cunt, sucking in her breath as
the head spread the hairy lips.
She lifted her hips, sliding her cunt onto her son’s cock, hissing as her cunt stretched around that throbbing hardness. Her eyes rolled as Randy’s cock penetrated her cunt completely. The roughness of his pants excited her, scratching along her inner thighs.
With his cock deep inside her boiling cunt, Joanie wrapped her legs about her son, locking her heels across his back. She bugged his shoulders, his face pressing against her still hidden tits. She held him tight for a long minute, her cunt working, flexing at the base of his cock, nibbling with soft heat. Her son’s breath fanned through her blouse, searing her tits.
“Now!” she moaned.
Joanie’s hips began thrusting up and down, her cunt sliding lightly on his cock. For a minute Randy just went stiff, the pleasure flooding his senses, then he started moving, fucking his mother, his cock rushing down to meet her up thrusting cunt. Matching the rhythm, Randy began pounding his cock into his mother’s hungry cunt with a frenzy. The moist, sucking sounds sent erotic enjoyment flowing through Joanie. The sounds increased her own passions and she began banging her hips frantically against her son, her cunt gripping at his stabbing cock.
Joanie ripped her blouse open, tearing away the buttons. Her full, round, firm tits were free and she pulled Randy’s face into them. As her son pounded into her cunt, she grunted from the force. She wanted to scream and yell and urge him on, but her voice didn’t seem to work. All she could do was grunt and moan and whimper and shake, her ass rolling and twisting and pumping.
Randy had shoved his hands down his mother’s sides, grabbing at her churning, naked ass. He dug his fingers into the stretched flesh of her ass, holding on tightly. Joanie felt his cock growing inside her cunt. Her mind whirled, her eyes rolling about. Her son’s cock, banging powerfully into her cunt, caused her tits to jiggle and her head to bang against the arm of the couch. She had never been fucked so powerfully in her life!
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