“Fuck my cunt, baby!” she yelled. “Oooo, fuck Mother’s hot cunt! I love fucking, Bob! I love a hard cock I love hard cock in my pussy, fucking me wildly!”
Susan was dancing her stiff legs, her ass revolving and twisting. Bob could hardly stay with her, but he dug his hands into his mother’s wildly jerking hips and fucked into her cunt with a frenzy.
“Oooo. I’m going to come!” Susan wailed. “My cunt… it’s on fire! Ohhhh, I’m going to come so good! Fuck me harder, faster! Make me come, baby! Oooo, please, make me come!”
A loud, drawnout wail bubbled from her as her pussy went into tight convulsions. The orgasm made her cunt so tight and strong, Bob seemed to have trouble fucking her. Susan threw her head back, yelling at the top of her lungs as she came. Bob, his ass hunching frantically, leaned over his mother’s back, grabbing her tits with both hands, digging into them as he rammed his cock hard. Susan, in mindless ecstasy, clawed at his balls, her cunt bursting time and again with those wild orgasms. She felt her legs trembling, becoming weak, but she managed to keep her ass up, keep it churning, keep her son’s cock inside her searing cunt.
The harder Bob squeezed her tits, the more she came.
Somehow, through the foggy, sweet torment of orgasm, she remembered that her son had jerked his cock out when he had come outside.
“Don’t take it out!” she yelled. “When you come, Bob, don’t jerk your cock out of my cunt I want it in me… deep in my hot cunt!”
Time and again, her son pounded into her fiery pussy, fucking her wilder than he had outside. His fingers dug into her swollen tits, causing pain, but the sweetest pain Susan had ever felt. She could no longer shake and twist her ass for him now! She was simply too weak, her orgasms draining her strength. The best she could do was to keep bracing herself, letting him fuck as long as he wanted to.
Susan was mewling and sobbing, her body burning with erotic heat. The very idea that it was her son fucking her created intense desire in her mind and body. Somewhere, in the distance, she heard a scream, and at the time it made no sense. Only later would she realize it had been the ecstasy of her young daughter enjoying excruciating orgasms, too.
“I’m almost ready, Mom!” Bob grunted, his hot breath searing her naked back. “I’m about to come!”
“In me!” she yelped. “Please, baby, come in me this time! Let me feel you come… feel you spurt come juice up my hot cunt?”
She felt her son’s cock swell inside her sensitive pussy, felt it throb, stuffing her time and again. She clung to his preciously young balls tightly. His cock gushed. She screamed as it sprayed the satiny walls of her cunt, flooding her very being. As his cock squirted time and again, filling her greedy pussy, Susan could feel his balls writhing in her clenched hand, and she came a final time.
When her son’s cock stopped spurting, she slumped forward on the bed, gasping heavily.
Her legs parted, hanging over. Bob, his own legs shaking, stood there and watched his mother’s creamy, naked ass shivering. The cunt hair could be seen, and it looked to him as if her cunt was seeping a milky thick come juice. Her asscheeks clenched, flexed, and Susan was moaning as she ground her still-tingling cunt into the mattress.
Slowly, Susan turned onto her back, leaving her legs wide open. She grinned happily at her son. She started opening and closing her legs, squeezing her thighs against her cunt. She ran a hand down her quivering stomach, through the thick curls of her pussy, then gently rubbed a finger at her clit.
“Was I good, Bob?” she asked in a low voice. “Am I a good fuck? Do you like me?”
Bob nodded his head, still panting.
“Am I good enough for you to want me again? Am I hot enough for you?”
“Wow!” Bob managed. “You’re the best, Mom.”
She giggled and sat up. “How do you know I’m the best?” she asked, cupping his cock and balls lovingly, fondling tenderly. “Just how many girls have you been sticking this sweet cock into?”
Bob hesitated, not knowing if he should answer.
But Susan pulled at his wet cock, a low, husky laugh coming from her, giving him the answer.
“Is your sister the only one?”
A flush came over his face as he nodded. Again Susan laughed. “Don’t be ashamed of fucking Pamie,” she whispered, rubbing the head of his cock around her tits, poking her nipples at his piss hole. “And don’t be ashamed of fucking me.”
Bob’s face lit up. “It’s okay, Mom?”
“Okay, my ass,” she said, pulling, stretching his cock. “I think it’s great!”
CHAPTER THREE
Susan found it odd that the evening passed without mention of the day.
Things seemed no different during the evening than they had always been. Pamie watched television, her brothers reading. The only one who seemed excited was Susan. Surely Bob had told Billy and Pamie.
Yet there was no indication from any of them. Susan bathed and climbed into her bed, still wondering.
Bob and Billy had been fucking their sister for a couple of weeks, Bob had told her. But surely they must have been doing a little feeling before that. It could have been going on for a very long time, she decided.
Bob, the oldest, seemed the most shy. Pamie, in the middle, had never so much as hinted she had an erotic side to her bubbling, friendly personality. Billy, the youngest, was much more bolder than his older brother. She wondered who had initiated this fucking, then realized it didn’t matter. What did matter was they were fucking, making Susan’s wild, erotic imaginings come true.
All three were one year apart in ages, all three still in school. Bob would graduate someday, though, and be going off to college. That would leave her with Billy and Pamie, then Pamie would go oft and finally Billy. She would be alone then. Susan didn’t want to think about that.
The next morning, as Billy and Pamie dressed for school, Susan found Bob still in bed. She entered quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him sleep. She had dressed in a becoming house dress, low at the tits, tight at her waist, then flaring around her hips. She pressed a hand to his forehead. It woke Bob up. He grinned up at his mother, his eyes shining.
“Aren’t you going to school today?” she asked softly, resting her hand on his stomach through the sheet.
“I can’t, Mom,” he said.
“Why not?”
“I think I’m disabled.”
“Come on.” She grinned at him. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Get your ass out of bed.”
“No, it’s true,” he said. “I have this stiffness.”
“Where?”
He took his mother’s hand and placed it on his cock. She felt it throbbing beneath the sheet, then grinned at him as she squeezed. “You do have a stiff, or should I give you a hard-on?”
“That’s why I can’t go to school, Mom.”
She pulled the sheet down, seeing his cock standing up very hard. The head of his prick was swollen, his piss hole flaring and already dripping. She pumped a few times, saying softly: “That’s easily fixed, you know. All I have to do is get on it, and, before you know it, it’s gone, nice and soft and no one will ever know how hard it was.”
“But it might get hard again, at school,” he teased, putting his hand on her knee just under her skirt.
“I didn’t think about that,” she gurgled.
“Maybe you better stay home today.”
He slipped his hand up her thigh, beneath her dress. Susan watched, enjoying the way he felt her up. She opened her legs when his fingers touched her panties.
“Not much to feel, is there? Just a pair of panties.”
“Nice, though.”
Susan looked at his cock as he rubbed at the crotch of her panties. The head was very swollen, very smooth, and the clear fuck juices excited her. She ran her fist to the base of her son’s cock, then with tight fingers, drew it up. His piss hole opened wide, a copious amount of clear liquid forming there.
“Bob, has anyone ever kissed your cock?”
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“Kissed my cock?” he asked, shaking his head. “No.”
“Not even Pamie?”
“We just fuck. Mom, that’s all.”
“And you don’t come in her little cunt, either, do you?”
“She said not to.”
“I wonder why?” Susan said, jacking up and down on his cock watching the head and shaft become smeared by the dripping fuck juices. “Did she say?”
“No, it’s just the way we fuck.”
“Don’t you want to come in her little pussy?”
“Sometimes it’s hard to jerk out in time, Mom.”
Susan chuckled. “So that’s why you say I’m a good fuck, because I let you come in me?”
“Yeah!” he grunted, fucking his cock into her fist.
They were silent for a while, with Susan gazing at his cock. Bob’s hand rested between her thighs. Susan shivered and pulled in a deep breath of air. Suddenly she dipped her face, pressing her moist lips to the head of her son’s cock. Bob gasped, his eyes shooting wide as he watched.
Susan had intended only to kiss the head of his cock, but the familiar heat, the wet fuck juices seeping from his pies hole forced her to open her lips, sliding them around the smooth cockhead. Her husband had loved to be sucked, and Susan found a hot, hard, throbbing cock in her mouth a treat. She lapped her tongue over her son’s seeping piss hole, tasting those fuck juices. A fire started in her cunt and she slipped her lips lower, thrilling at the stretching sensation, the way Bob’s cock filled her mouth. She held half his cock between her lips, sucking gently, her tongue twisting, then she pulled up, smacking her lips as his cock came free.
“You like that?” she whispered, pumping his cock again.
“Wow, Mom!” he groaned. “That was good. Your mouth was hot and wet, and when you sucked up, I thought I would come.”
Susan pulled his band from under her skirt, patted his full balls lovingly, then stood up.
“Later,” she promised. “Right now you have breakfast. You can stay home from school, though.”
She reached the door when her son called her. She looked over her shoulder at him, saw him gripping his cock hard.
“Don’t you dare jack off,” she said. “I want everything you have, but after breakfast.”
Teasingly, she jutted her ass out toward him, jerking her skirt to her waist. She pulled her panties into the crack of her ass, then shook her ass at him.
“Do that again, Mom, and I’m gonna come,” he laughed.
“As I said, don’t you dare.” She smoothed her skirt down and left him.
Bob ate, then showered. Susan went onto the patio. It was already hot, the sun burning through the trees. She rested on a lounge, drinking coffee. Her body was scrubbed dean, with a light but enticing scent. She was glad Bob was staying home. Yesterday had unleashed the hunger of her body, a hunger dormant by design. She had not wanted to date, pick up men, or anything since her husband had passed on. She couldn’t remember when her thoughts had turned to her two boys and daughter, but it no longer mattered. Bob was fucking her now, and Susan knew it would only be a matter of time before her youngest son would have his cock up her cunt. She wasn’t sure what to do with her daughter, and, when the thought came to her, she shoved it aside with a faint blush on her pretty face.
Leaning back, she lifted her skirt past her knees, enjoying the sun. Bob came out, wear big trunks again. Her face turned radiant as she watched him come toward her.
“Why aren’t you in a bikini, Mom?” he asked, sitting at her side.
“Later,” she said, placing her coffee cup on the table. “That’s what you said in my room.” He grinned.
Susan chuckled. “You remember, do you?”
“How could I forget, Mom? I loved it.” She watched him place his hand on her knee, then slowly move it upward. He toyed with the hem of her dress a moment, acting unsure of himself.
“Feel me if you want,” she murmured.
His hand moved under her skirt, and she parted her legs for him. When his fingers began to move, she slipped her skirt to her waist.
“You look beautiful, Mom,” Bob said, running his fingers along the crotch of her nylon panties. “I mean, with your skirt up, wearing panties. It makes my cock tingle.”
Susan twisted her hips, grinding slowly at his hand. “Stand up a minute, baby.”
Bob stood, and she slipped a hand between his legs, bringing him closer to her face. She shoved his trunks aside, exposing his cock and balls. His prick was half hard, dangling near her face. She gazed at his cock, sliding her hand between his thighs and into the leg of his shorts, touching the cheeks of his ass. She pulled his hips closer and opened her mouth. With her eyes looking up at his delighted face, she took his cock into her mouth. She twisted her lips about, her tongue licking, feeling his cock growing harder. She moaned softly and pressed at his ass, taking his cock deep into her mouth. With her lips pressed at the base of his cock, she used her throat on the prickhead, her tongue pressing on the underside making a tight wetness about his cock.
When his cock was very hard inside her mouth, she gurgled deep in her throat and began to suck. As she sucked, she kept her eyes burning into his pleased face, squirming her ass against the pad of the lounge chair.
Cupping the cheeks of her son’s ass, letting him know to fuck back and forth at her mouth, Susan ran her other hand into her panties and began to rub at her swollen clit knowing this would increase her son’s excitement. His cock tasted so hot and hard between her lips, and his prick dripped so much she had to swallow the juices. She pulled her hand out of her panties, then pulled the crotch very tightly into her cunt. Hair showed, and Bob leaned down, feeling his mother’s cunt.
Susan drew back, turning his cock loose and licking at his young balls, feeling his cock throb along the side of her face. Again she pulled his cock into her mouth, digging her fingers into his ass tightly, lifting her cunt up to his rubbing band.
“I might come, Mom,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“Mmmmm,” she replied, sucking hard.
“Want me to take it out when I come?”
“Mmmm!” she shook her head, still sucking at the thick cock.
“In your mouth?” he asked, surprised. “You want me to come in your mouth, Mom?”
“Mmmm.” She nodded, her eyes bright.
“Wow!” Bob gurgled, watching her lips grip and slide on his cock.
Susan’s mind spun with erotic pleasure. She sucked hard and tight on her son’s cock, lifting her hips, spreading her thighs wide, making a tight circle, then churning up and down as if she were being fucked. It felt so good to let herself go, to allow her emotions to flow. It was delicious to have a hard, hot cock in her mouth after a year. Her cunt was bubbling, very wet. The crotch of her panties, pulled into her slit, were soaked.
Bob suddenly leaned down, his cock almost coming out of her mouth. Susan purred like a kitten when her son pressed his face between her legs, kissing at her panties.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth.
“Wait, baby,” she gasped. “Just a minute.” She adjusted the lounge chair until she was flat on her back. “Now, climb on… and stick your cock back in my mouth.”
Bob spread his legs over her face, his cock aimed down into her face. For a minute she almost asked him to take the trunks off, but thought it was quite sexy this way. As she opened her mouth and took his cock in again, she wrapped her arias around him, clutching at the cheeks of his ass. She pulled him tightly into her face, his balls resting on her nose, her throat filled by hard cock. She sucked hard, then pushed him up again.
“Fuck my face, Bob!” she hissed passionately. “Fuck Mother’s face — please! Use my mouth just like my cunt! And, baby, come in my mouth! Don’t you date jerk your cock out when you start to come! I want it… want you to squirt your load in my mouth!”
Bob made no reply. He had shoved his face into his mother’s parted cunt, licking in a frenzy. She moved a hand down and pulled
the crotch of her panties to one side as she pulled his cock back into her mouth. Somehow, she wasn’t at all surprised that her son was licking and sucking her hairy cunt so willingly and eagerly. She shot her hands up the legs of his trunks again, clasping the cheeks of his ass, and, when he started fucking her mouth, she gurgled and began to grind her cunt into his face. Bob ran his hands underneath his mother’s ass, cupping the firm asscheeks, lifting her pussy into his open mouth, his tongue darting in and out, fucking and licking as his lips sucked greedily.
Susan whimpered with passion, keeping her lips tight around his stabbing cock, thrilled by the way his balls beat against her nose. She closed her hot thighs against her son’s face, her mouth pulling on his throbbing cock.
The only sounds in the heat of the day were the gasping, panting, slurping noises they made. They squirmed tightly together, both sucking with greedy delight. Susan twisted her cunt into her son’s face as his tongue delved deep into her juicy pussy. The hot air coming from his nose as she panted burned across the cheeks of her ass, and, when he pulled those cheeks wide in his cuntlicking excitement, the air burned her puckered asshole.
She clutched his ass, moving a fingertip about his asshole as he fucked up and down. She kept her eyes wide open, watching his balls bang against bet nose, the head of his swollen cock entering her constricted throat. She shoved the legs of his trunks high, waiting to see his ass, to watch him bang up and down, to see her finger rubbing at his asshole. But his cock was throbbing more than ever, dripping copiously into her throat. He was fast approaching discharge, and she didn’t want to lose any time or a single drop of her son’s come juice when he did come.
Bob’s tongue stabbed deep into his mother’s cunt, his fingers tight on the cheeks of her squirming ass. Susan whimpered as she started to come. The hairy lips of her fiery cunt clawed at his tongue, sucking deep. The convulsion shook her, and she began smashing her mouth up as her son drove his cock hard and fast into her mouth.
With a loud growl into his mother’s cunt, Bob came.
He shoved his cock down hard, forcing the swollen prickhead into his mother’s tight throat. Susan’s eyes rolled and her mind reeled when he came. The hot fuck juice spewed from his cock with a force she had almost forgotten. She felt his balls smash against her nose as Bob tried to fuck deeper. The rapid gush of his come juice went down her throat, and Susan moaned with cock sucking ecstasy. She sucked as hard and fast as she could, pressing a fingertip to his tightly puckered asshole.
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