Bob rubbed at his mother’s cunt, pressing hard, and Susan began to grind at his palm slowly. She clung to his hard cock with tightness, moving her fist up and down, wondering if she could make Bob come off again. In her mind, she was watching Pamie’s small fist jacking on Billy’s cock, and the image increased the fiery heat between her thighs.
All four were leaning their heads on the deck now, pretending nothing was happening.
Then she heard the choking gasp from Billy, accompanied by a giggle from Pamie. With slitted eyes, Susan saw Billy’s come juice float up in strings. She had not been wrong Pamie had jacked Billy off. With her breath held in, she jerked her fist swiftly on Bob’s throbbing cock and felt him spurt in rapid, spewing spasms. She had made him come off again, and as he came, his hand rubbed fast and hard at her cunt. Susan couldn’t stop the whimper as she tame, couldn’t stop the grinding motion of her hips. Her eyes rolled in her head, every part of her body seeming to explode with an amazingly sweet orgasm.
She realized Pamie and her brother were looking strangely at her. Bob was relaxed with a big grin on his face. The come juice floated on the surface of the water, giving mute evidence to what she and Pamie had done for Bob and Billy.
No one mentioned it, and after a while Susan felt she had to get away from them, think this over, figure out where it would lead.
“I’ve had enough,” she said, climbing from the tub. She stood a moment, looking down at them, then turned.
“Wait a minute, Mom,” Bob called.
He climbed from the tub and she felt his hands at her ass. Her breath caught as she felt him adjusting the bottom of her bikini. She realized it had drawn into the crack of her ass, with both cheeks showing, in view of her children. She trembled at Bob’s touch, then he was gone. Without looking back at them, she entered the house and went straight to her bedroom, not caring that she dripped water all the way through the house.
Her huge bedroom window looked out over the patio, and she stood there, looking at her sons and daughter. She peeled her halter off, dropping it on the carpet. Her tits stood out, dark-pink nipple straining upward. She untied the strings at her hips, and let the bikini bottom fall to her feet. She stood nakedly, running her hands over her body as she gazed at Pamie and the boys. They didn’t seem to be doing much except talking, so she turned toward the wall mirror.
Susan retained her youthful look. She had darkbrown hair that shined from many thrashings, round dark eyes, a full pouting mouth. She was slender with creamy smooth flesh. Her tits stood high and wide on her chest, as firm as they had been as a teen. They were perfectly round, arching to points. Her waist was small, her hips flaring. Her legs were very long, slim and satiny to the touch. The bush of her cunt hair was a flawless triangle, thick and curly, with a very fine line leading to het dimpled belly button. Her ass was round and firm, the cheeks swelling out very beautifully, enticingly smooth, with a very deep, tantalizing split.
Naked, she stood before her window again, looking out at Pamie and the boys. They were involved in some horseplay now, but it looked innocent enough to her.
She pulled a terry cloth wraparound from the closet and draped her nakedness. She caught a movement in the window and watched Pamie and the boys get out of the hot tub. Each boy seemed to have a hard-on. Pamie’s bikini bottom clung to her, crawling into the crack of her ass, both sweet asscheeks fully exposed as if she wore nothing at all. She didn’t seem the least bit ashamed or modest.
Susan felt her cunt respond with a hot lurch. Going buck through the house, she met Pamie and Billy as they entered. They smiled at her, going past without speaking. Billy’s cock had been straining against his shorts, she saw, and she turned to watch them walking away. Pamie had not pulled her bikini bottom from the crack of her ass, and Susan stared. She had not realized her daughter had such a lowly little ass.
Walking out onto the patio; she adjusted a redwood lounge and then rested back on it. Bob was sitting at the round table with a colorful umbrella over it. He sat in a straddle, his knees on each side of the bench.
Susan’s eyes went straight to his crotch, looking openly. She saw a hint of his balls, and that sent shivers up and down her spine. She crossed her ankles, noticing the wraparound parted almost to her crotch. She didn’t care; all of them had seen her legs plenty of times. But she was naked under the wraparound. An inch or so more and Bob would have seen her cunt. Susan didn’t care if he did. The palm of her right hand seemed to itch, and the imprint of his hard cock seemed burned there.
Bob’s eyes glowed upon his mother’s exposed thighs, and Susan loved it. Even his eyes seemed to heat up her flesh. She crossed her hands on her stomach, the checks of her ass clenching on the pad. Her eyes went from his face to his crotch, peeking past the leg of his trunks, seeing his young balls. The heat in her pussy increased, and she felt herself becoming wet.
Bob stood up, looking at his mother.
Susan saw his cock straining at his trunks, with the swollen head almost slipping from one leg. When he started toward her, she couldn’t take her eyes from that sweet, exciting outline.
CHAPTER TWO
Bob stood at her side.
Susan continued to stare at her son’s outlined cock.
She lifted her eyes to his face, licking her lips in a nervous gesture, her body trembling. Her tits rose and fell as she breathed. Bob didn’t make a mow, but just stood there, looking down at her legs, his hips arched forward suggestively.
“Ohhh, baby,” Susan murmured, sliding her hand between her son’s knees.
She squeezed his knee, then moved her hand up his thigh. When she almost touched the leg of his trunks, she paused. She was sure she could feel the heat of his young balls.
Bob leaned down, and Susan made no protest as he opened her wraparound. The sun burned down upon Susan’s body. Her son gazed, seeing her upstanding tits and rigid nipples, the flatness of her stomach, the thick hair of her cunt. Susan dug her fingers into his thigh, barely breathing as he looked at her.
Susan uncrossed her ankles and slowly opened her legs.
Bob gasped as he gazed between them, seeing the pink lips of his mother’s cunt, seeing them glistening wetly. The tip of her clit showed from the cunt slit, throbbing in a visible way.
“Like me?” Susan whispered huskily.
Bob nodded, swallowing hard.
Susan slipped her hand into the leg of her son’s shorts, tracing her fingertips along the shaft of his cock. Then she wrapped her hand about his prick, squeezing. Shoving his trunks to one side, Susan exposed her son’s cock and balls. She gazed hard at them, seeing the thickness, the swollen head, the pin hole seeping that clear fuck fluid. She looked at his balls, and realized Bob wasn’t old enough to have very much hair on them.
With his cock sticking from his trunks, she began to stroke his prick, writhing her hips as he watched.
“Please,” she murmured. “Please.”
She pulled at his cock, indicating to her son where she wanted him.
Bob knelt on the lounge between his mother’s thighs. Susan spread her thighs very wide, watching his cock lurch up and down. Bob knelt there for what seemed hours to her, just staring at her cunt. His hands rested on his thighs, and his eyes were glowing like embers. Her cunt was juicy, very juicy now. The curly hair spread along each puffy cunt lip, disappearing into the crack of her ass. Susan placed her hands on her naked tits, gently squeezing them, her nipples pressing between her fingers. She lifted her ass and twisted, offering her steaming cunt to her son.
Bob slid his hand along the smoothness of his mother’s thigh, then poked tenderly at her clit. Susan’s hips jerked upward as a small whimper came from her mouth. She almost came.
“Inside,” she whispered, her voice throaty.
Bob pressed a finger into his mother’s cunt. Susan mewled as she felt it. The lips of her cunt gripped his finger as his knuckles pressed them. Bob fucked his finger back and forth a few times, and Susan rotated her hips, arching her c
unt to his finger.
“Inside,” she whispered again.
“It is, Mom,” he replied, croaking.
“Not your finger,” she said, a slight blush on her lovely face. “That.” She pointed to his upstanding cock. “I want that inside, baby.”
“Really, Mom?” Bob asked, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. “Really?”
Susan grinned nervously, nodding her head. She opened her legs as wide as they would go, bet feet hanging on each side of the lounge, her pint lifted up. She held her arms up to him.
“Oh, wow!” Bob grunted, and fell across his mother’s naked body. His cock moved right into Susan’s cunt without assistance.
He felt the head penetrate her cunt, and she growled in delight as she hugged him to her naked tits. She lifted her hips, sucking her son’s cock completely into her juicy cunt. His hard cock almost sent her into orgasm immediately. After a year of not having a cock, Susan’s ain’t was greedy. She lifted her long legs, then wrapped them about her son’s hips, locking her ankles across his ass.
Feeling the tight heat of his mother’s cunt holding his cock, Bob groaned next to her ear. He fought to keep from coming right away, and, when the feeling subsided, he moved his hips up and down very slowly, fucking his cock in and out of those hairy, wet, steaming cunt lips.
Her son’s weight smashed her firm tits almost flat, and Susan mewled as he started fucking her. She arched her crotch up and down, matching his slow rhythm. His cock went deep, and even the harsh scratching of his trunks on her inner thighs felt good. She hugged him tightly, kissing at his shoulder and neck, licking his flesh with her tongue. She twisted her ass with ecstasy.
Slipping her hands down his back, she clutched the checks of her son’s ass, digging her fingers through the trunks as he fucked up and down. She began to pant and gasp, arching hard into his cock. The wet sounds of his fucking thrilled her, and she drew her knees up his sides, placing them at his shoulders. This lifted her ass very high, and Bob was almost on his knees, fucking her faster and faster. She loved the way his cock fucked in hard, smashing the hot lips of her cunt, her throbbing clit.
When Bob began to fuck hard and fast, Susan churned her crotch with him, gasping softly, making tiny squeals as her ecstasy increased significantly. Her cunt gripped his cock in a waving motion.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “Oh, baby!”
“Mom!” he grunted, banging his cock almost frantically into her cunt. “Oh, Mom!”
“Hard, Bob!” she gasped. “Real hard! Ooo, harder, harder, and faster… oh, God, hard and fast!”
Her eyes closed as they rolled. She swallowed the scream that came to her throat as her boiling orgasm began. She came with shuddering whimpers, clinging to her son’s ass with tight fingers, ramming her convulsing cunt up and down, riding his throbbing cock in a frenzy of sweet ecstasy.
“Ohhh, again!” she yelped in surprise. “I’m doing it again, darling! Ohhh… oooo, I’m coming — again!”
Her second orgasm was even stronger. It was so strong, she felt as if her cunt was exploding. Her mind went blank, and she wondered if she was going to faint and miss his squirting come juice. She wanted that… to feel her son’s cock exploding inside her squeezing cunt, feel the hot spray of his come juice splash the velvety walls of her hungry pussy.
She was still coming violently when her son suddenly and unexpectedly jerked his cock from her holding cunt.
“No!” she yelped. “Nooo, please!”
But it was too late.
Bob had yanked his cock out of her cunt, sliding his prick through the hair of her pussy, squirting in rapid jerks, sending thick come juice through her cunt hair and over her trembling stomach.
“Oh, I wanted it!” she wailed. “I want it so badly, baby!”
Bob rested like dead weight on top of her. With frustrated tears in her eyes, she stroked his trembling back, running her bands from his shoulders to his as. Her long legs spread around him.
Bob lifted his head up, looking into his mother’s teary eyes. She held the checks of his ass, gazing up at him.
“I wanted it, darling,” she whispered. “Why did you take it out?”
“Wasn’t I supposed to, Mom?” he asked.
“Oh no!” she said. “Never take it out, not when you’re going to… come.”
“But I thought…”
“Baby, that’s one of the best parts,” she said, sliding her hands into the waist of his trunks to feel the skin of his young ass. “It feels good, and it makes me… you know, come very hard.”
Bob pulled his cock from his mother’s cunt, sitting back on his heels. He looked at her pussy, seeing her cunt still quiver. Susan sat up, stradling the lounge. She held his wet cock a moment, then leaned forward and kissed his lips in a tender way.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped, quickly pulling her wraparound about her shoulders. “I forgot about Pamie and Billy. Oh, I hope they weren’t watching.”
“They weren’t,” Bob said.
“How can you be so sure?” Susan looked toward the house, searching the windows.
“I’ll show you, Mom,” he said, standing up. His trunks were caught to one side, his cock and balls showing, but he didn’t seem to mind. Taking her hand, he led her into the house and down the hall.
Susan thought she knew why by the time they stopped at her daughter’s bedroom door. Bob pressed the door open, and Susan shoved a hand to her throat.
There, an Pamie’s bed, was her daughter and other son. Pamie had remembered her bikini and was totally naked. She was on her hands and knees, and Billy, his trunks dangling from one knee, was fucking his sister.
Susan couldn’t breathe. She stared fixedly at Billy’s cock fucking back and forth. She seemed mesmerized, watching her young daughter tossing her uplifted ass about and squealing with ecstasy. She was pushing her naked ass back to meet Billy’s cock, twisting very lewdly. Susan’s eyes became glazed, but focused clearly upon her daughter’s grinding, naked ass, upon her youngest son’s cock poking into the little cunt. Billy was pipping his sister’s twisting hips, his mouth open as he watched his cock fucking into her pussy. She could hear their heavy breathing, the squeals of her daughter. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. It was as if some of her erotic thoughts were coming true. She began to tremble as the heat swelled inside her cunt again. She slipped her hand into her wraparound and smeared Bob’s come juice about her stomach and through her silky cunt hair.
Bob turned to look at his mother.
Taking her other hand, he pulled her away, pulling the door almost closed.
“That’s why they didn’t see us, Mom,” he said softly.
Susan squeezed her son’s hand, looking at him with shining eyes. “How… long?” she asked.
“Not long,” Bob replied.
“And you?”
He nodded his head.
“My God!”
Walking as if dazed, she let her son lead her to her bedroom. Her thoughts were in a turmoil she was seeing her daughter on her hands and knees, her youngest son fucking her with vigor, and Pamie loving it. She felt Bob pull her wraparound from her body, and she knew she was standing there completely naked, yet it seemed unreal. The rustle of Bob’s shorts came to her, and she turned, looking at him.
Again his cock was hard, standing straight out, jerking slightly. Standing close to his mother, he cupped her tits in his hands, squeezing gently at them. When he pressed his lips to a nipple, Susan’s body jerked. She clutched at her son’s shoulders when he started sucking her tits, going from one to the other. She lifted her head up, moaning as his tongue licked, sending fire through her sensitive tits. She felt his cock probing at the hair of her cunt. Her legs opened. As his cock slipped along the slit of her cunt, she squeezed her thighs tightly. As he sucked at her tits he began sliding his cock back and forth. Susan felt his prick hot and hard between her thighs, sliding along the slit of her cunt. Yet it didn’t seem real. This was what she had been imagining f
or weeks, never dreaming it would be so real.
“Not this way,” she whispered, pulling from her son.
She moved toward her bed, with Bob watching. His eyes took in the lovely shape of her naked ass, her long thighs. Susan paused, her knees touching her bed, her gaze looking across it and out the window.
Suddenly, she giggled, shaking her ass.
“This way,” she said, leaning over the bed, shoving her ass back, inviting her son. She twisted her naked body lewdly, braced with her hands on the mattress. She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes smoldering and glittering with intense desire. “Fuck me this way, the way Billy is fucking Pamie.”
Bob moved eagerly to his mother. Gripping his cock, he dragged his prick up and down the crack of her ass, then shoved his cock lower, pressing at her cunt. Susan felt his prick and groaned with eagerness. She shivered as he placed his hands on her hips.
“Now!” she yelped, ramming her ass back. Bob’s cock fucked deep, bringing a low whimper of delight from Susan. She shot one hand between her thighs and clutched at his young balls, her cunt already sucking at his throbbing cock.
The gates of perverse passion opened, and the dam was released.
“Fuck me!” Susan gasped loudly, no longer bashful. “Fuck me, Bob! Ohhh, baby, fuck Mother! God, I’ve wanted you to fuck me forever, it seems! Oooo such a hard cock, Bob! I love it, baby! So hard — so long — fuck me, fuck me!”
The things his mother was saying seemed to make his cock harder than ever. He loved the way his mother clung to his balls, and he began to fuck his cock in and out of her hairy, clenching cunt. His lower stomach slapped at her naked ass. He looked down, excited by the twisting, lurching churning she made. Even the way his mother pulled and twisted at his balls felt good.
Susan was no longer hesitant to let her passions go, to allow herself to screw and talk and feel the ecstasy she desired so much. She shook her ass wantonly, lewdly, her tits dangling as her son fucked hard into her cunt from behind. She was buffeted forward, but she held herself up, her head twisting, dark hair flying.
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