That would be nasty.
Her father said she was a nasty girl, her husband said she was sex crazy.
Laura thought it felt good to be nasty, crazy for sex.
She plunged her finger in and out of her juicy cunt, listening to the exciting wet sounds her finger made. She spread her legs wider, arching her cunt to her hand. She squeezed her clit hard, feeling a delicious sort of pain stab through it. She opened her mouth and made soft sounds of rapture, eyes squeezed tightly, her imagination out of control now.
She thrashed her hips about as her finger stabbed and stabbed, reaching for places she had never felt before. Her panties were stretching, ready to tear, but she didn’t care. He cunt was pulling and squeezing at her buried finger, clasping it hotly.
Her finger became a cock, a hard cock.
Then it became her brother’s cock.
And then her son’s cock.
Laura jerked her hand off her tit and stuffed her knuckles into her mouth, stifling the sudden scream of ecstasy as her cunt gripped her finger with a powerful orgasm.
For a long time she shuddered, her body slowly relaxing. She felt the pulsations around her finger as her clit kept twitching. She removed her knuckles from her mouth, now that the threat of a scream was over. She moved it down and cupped her other hand inside her panties, holding her pussy until she recovered a bit of strength.
She had never came so hard before.
That was the hardest orgasm ever, and she wanted more of the same.
Calm now, she swung her leg over the cushions of the couch and sat up, hands at her hips. Her face felt as if it was glowing, and she smiled to the empty room.
Standing, she smoothed her skirt down and adjusted her sweater, then moved slowly to her room, where she undressed and stood beneath the shower. She had just finished rinsing her body of the scented soap when she remembered she was doing just as her ex-husband had done when he finished fucking her.
Laura quickly turned off the shower and stepped from it, drying her body, feeling as if she had performed some ritual to rid her body of its exciting odors… just like her ex-husband.
CHAPTER TWO
Laura lay in bed, in the darkness. She felt a vague sense of apprehension. Her son had watched her carefully all afternoon until they went to bed. His eyes kept glancing at her tits, her tits, her ass. She had been very careful when she sat, making sure her skirt was fucked neatly under her legs, careful not to show anything to her son, not even her knees.
But that wasn’t what she wanted to do. Laura suffered with agonizing desires, but she was honest with herself. What she wanted to do was swing her legs wide open, expose her crotch to her son, watch his young cock become hard again. She wanted to rip her panties off and let her son see her cunt, watch her fuck herself with her wild fingers, see him pull his cock out and jack it off, maybe come over her thighs.
She wanted…
But she didn’t.
When she undressed and pulled her nightgown on, Laura was hotter and more excited and frustrated than ever before. Knowing that her son and brother had seen her being nasty, knowing she had caused those hardons, sent shivers of hunger about her creamy flesh. She climbed into bed and pulled the thin sheet to her neck, and lay there staring at the dark ceiling, her body vibrating, her cunt juicy and steamy.
She wondered if Sammy had a hard-on, lying in his bed, thinking the same things she was. Somehow, him being her son made her feel much more wanton.
Sammy didn’t think moms fucked. He didn’t think his Mom fucked. But his mom wanted to fuck. Sammy’s Mom wanted to fuck very much. Laura couldn’t keep her hands from moving over her body as she remembered the words her brother and son used, saw in her mind again the bulging of those young cocks. Her cunt was on fire and her tits hurt from being so swollen.
“Mom?”
Laura jerked her hands off her body, placing them on the sheet that covered her from neck to toe.
“Sammy?”
“Mom, I’m having trouble getting to sleep,” her son said.
She could barely see him in the darkness as he stood in her doorway. Laura always left her bedroom door open, in case her son needed her.
He needed her now.
“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked softly. “I just can’t get to sleep,” he said, entering her room.
“Here, sit down beside me.” She patted the bed. “Let’s see why you can’t go to sleep.”
Sammy sat down, the back of his hand brushing lightly against her hip. Laura took his hand in hers, holding it tenderly. She could hear her son breathing in the quietness of the night. His hand felt hot, sweaty, in hers. He didn’t say anything.
Laura felt she knew what his problem was. He had seen her, seen her with her legs spread wide lewdly, seen her panties, her hand inside her panties, and he was still excited by it. That had to be his problem, she was sure.
Unconsciously, Laura drew her son’s hand onto her stomach. She was trembling, trying to control her own breathing. She wondered if Sammy had a hard-on. She peeked at his lap, but it was too dark to see. Sammy sat with one knee up on the bed, the other foot on the floor, turned to face her.
“Would you mind if I turned on the light?” she asked him, softly. “It’s just a little light, not bright at all.”
“Okay, Mom,” he said, and she detected a slight quiver in his voice.
She flicked the light on, a soft, dim brightness that cast shadows about the room.
She heard Sammy suck in his breath, and noticed that he was staring at her tits. He couldn’t see her tits, of course, but the sheet molded them, even showing the stiffness of her nipples.
Now she could see her son better. She noticed the fly of his pajamas gaped wide, and she searched for a peek of his cock. Her cunt seemed to throb with wet heat. She was naked under her gown, and she felt wetness on her inner thighs.
Suddenly, Laura knew what she wanted.
She knew what her son wanted.
“Mom,” Sammy said, his voice nervous. “Do you… I mean,” Jason said, “do moms… aw, you know what I mean.”
For a moment Laura couldn’t answer her son. Excitement flooded her body like never before. Her cunt seemed to expand, and then become tight, and she felt as if she were going to come.
“I was awake,” she whispered. Sammy knew what she meant. “You were?”
“Yes, honey,” she said softly, placing her hand on the back of his, pushing his palm tighter against her stomach. “I was awake when you and Jason came home.”
“Then you were I… doing it, Mom?”
“Doing it?” She giggled. “Well, I guess you can say I was doing it, whatever that means.”
“You really were? I didn’t think moms did… you know — that.”
Laura’s eyes grew hot as she tried to see if his cock was hard again.
“Moms do a lot of things, darling,” she said softly, her voice becoming thick with desire. “Moms are girls, you know. Just because they’re moms does not mean they don’t have feelings.”
Sammy didn’t say anything, but she felt his hand shaking on her stomach.
Laura moved one hand to her son’s knee, and slipped it slowly up his thigh. At the same time, she pulled his hand up her stomach, stopping as his fingers barely touched the curve of her tit. She heard her son make a gasping sound. She knew he would not touch her tits by himself. She knew her son would draw his hand away if she didn’t hold it there. He wanted to, she knew, but the would have to let him know she wanted it as much as he did.
“Sammy,” she said in a low, throaty voice, “want to be… you know, nasty, with me?”
“Oh, Mom!” he moaned.
“Please, let’s be nasty with each other, darling,” she mewled.
She slipped her palm higher on his thigh, and at the same time drew his other hand upward until she had it resting on her firm tit. She closed his fingers about her tit, pawing to see what his reaction would be.
Sammy’s reaction was to squeez
e his mother’s tit.
“Ooooh, baby,” she moaned softly. “That feels so good!”
Her hand moved up his thigh, and her fingers touched the hardness of his young cock inside his pajamas. She moved her fingers along the throbbing shaft, toward the swollen head, very slowly. At the same time, she pressed his hand hard onto her tit, feeling her nipple strain into his palm through her gown and the thin sheet.
Laura fought off the urge to shove her hand into his pajama fly and grip his cock. She dragged the tips of her fingers along the cockshaft, feeling the hardness of it, the eager, way it throbbed.
She pulled his hand to her other tit, holding his wrist and moving his palm from one tit to the other. Her nipples bulged in rubbery tightness, and her cunt was dripping like a leaking faucet. She squeezed her thighs together, moaning softly as the pressure on her cunt sent a wild, fiery ripple of desire up her body.
“Sammy, be nasty with Mother,” she cried softly. “I want to be real nasty, darling! I want you and me to do nasty things to each other.”
“Mom, I don’t know how!” Sammy gasped.
“Mother will show you,” she said, a catch in her voice. “Mother will show you how we can be so nasty, so deliciously nasty with each other.”
“I want… Mom, I want to…”
“I know,” she murmured, sliding her palm along his cock now. “I do, too.”
She pushed the sheet down, jerking a shoulder strap down her arm, her tit swelling up, naked, sugary white, peaked with a candy-pink nipple that was very rigid Sammy’s eyes bulged as he stared at his mother’s exposed tit. Laura pressed on his cock, making him moan softly.
“Touch it!” she breathed. “Touch it and feel it, baby!”
Sammy’s hand wrapped about his mother’s tit tightly.
With a whimper, Laura thrust her hand into the fly of her son’s pajamas, and she pulled his cock out. In the dim light, she tired at it, seeing the swollen head, the glistening wetness on his pulsating pisshole. She held his cock lightly, flexing her fingers. Her ex-husband had never let her feel his cock, and she found the throbbing hotness in her hand intensely exciting.
“Mom!” Sammy groaned, clutching her naked tit.
“Baby, baby!” she gasped, and jerked up and down on his cock. “You’re so hard, darling! So very hard!”
Her fist pounded up and down wildly on her son’s cock, her hips writhing beneath the sheet, her cunt boiling with wetness. She made soft hissing sounds as she stared at the head of his cock.
“Be nasty with me!” she moaned. “Oh, honey, be real nasty with Mother!”
“I don’t know how, Mom!” he wailed, digging at her tit.
Laura’s free hand jerked the sheet from her body, flinging it to one side. She yanked her gown to her waist, and before Sammy could see her fuzzy cunt, she had pulled him on top of her, pressing his cock along the slit of her fiery cunt. She pressed her cunt onto his prick, and grasped the cheeks of his ass outside his pajama bottoms, pulling him down as tight as she could, grinding as her legs wrapped about him.
Sammy was panting, his face hovering over his mother’s naked tit, his eyes huge and hot, his tongue licking his lips with pleasure.
“Suck it!” Laura demanded. “Suck Mother’s tit!”
With a growl, Sammy’s hot mouth closed about her pink nipple and began to suck wildly and hungrily, making wet sounds in his eagerness. The pull on her nipple brought a gurgle of delight from Laura, and her hands shot into her son’s pajamas, clutching at his naked ass beneath them. She whipped her pussy up and down, sliding the swollen lips against the shaft of his cock, her clit rubbing.
“Oohhh!” she moaned, an orgasm bursting wetly inside her pussy.
Sammy felt the wet heat of his mother’s cunt pulsating in orgasm against his cock, and he made humping movements, sliding his cock up and don the steamy slit. Laura cried out, as her orgasm increased in power, and it was a long moment before she realized she was having a whole series of orgasms and not just one.
Sammy sucked hard on her tit, and his hot breath scared the milky flesh as he cried out. His cock gushed, sending hot spurts of comejuice spraying over the cheeks of her ass, smearing into the soft curls of her cunt. Laura sobbed. She felt her son come over her crotch, and rammed hard against him. The boiling comejuice ran along the crack of her ass, inking a mess on the sheet beneath it, but she kept up a wild grinding motion, her skin on fire with delicious wetness. Slowly, very slowly, they calmed down.
Laura held her son’s naked ass in her palms, and purred as he continued to suck at her tit, but with more gentleness now. She drew one hand out of his pajamas and caressed up his back until she held the back of his head, holding his mouth in place.
“You came, honey,” she whispered in a throaty voice.
Sammy grunted a reply, not wanting to take his mouth off her tit.
“You came very good,” she said, still breathless from her searing orgasm. “I felt you come, Sammy. I felt it squirt all over me down there.”
Sammy started to lift his ass, but she pushed down on it with her hand.
“No, leave it there,” she mewled. “I love the way it feels against me.” She pushed his face harder into her tit. “Keep sucking me right there, darling. I like to have my titties sucked!” The more he sucked her tit, the more excited.
Laura became. She wasn’t surprised at this; she stayed excited anyway, and with his hot, wet mouth pulling and licking so hungrily, all it did was increase her desire.
“Oooooh, again,” she purred, feeling his cock starting to harden against the lips of her cunt once more. “Baby, you’re getting hard again!”
Sammy was making humping movements, sliding his cock up and down her cunt as he had before. Laura purred with pleasure, feeling his cock move against her. She spread her legs wide, her heels digging into the mattress, returning the pressure against him with her juicy pussy. She held his face down tight on her tit, rocking her hips, moving up and down, feeling his cock as it throbbed along the slit of her pussy.
“Ohhhh!” she gasped.
Sammy, sliding his cock upward, suddenly plunged downward, and entered his mother’s slippery cunt.
Sammy froze.
Laura’s eyes widened, and then she let out a soft scream.
Her cunt exploded into an orgasm, squeezing at his cock, the satiny flesh inside sucking and pulling as she came. Her fingers dug into his ass hard, her nails in the crack. Out of ecstasy, she pushed her convulsing cunt up hard, and smashed the hair-rimmed lips of her cunt at the base of her son’s cock.
“Ohhhh, God!” she cried, clutching her son tightly. “I’m coming, Sammy! Ohhh, my God, I’m coming!”
The spasms went on and on, until Laura wondered if they would stop, not wanting them to stop.
The orgasm faded, leaving behind a glow that Laura couldn’t believe. Her flesh, all of it, felt seared. She clung to her son tightly, her body still throbbing from the intensity of her ecstasy. Her cunt flexed aver and over, squeezing her son’s cock with the soft wetless. They were silent for a long time. Sammy wasn’t quite sure if it had been his cock that brought his mother to such a powerful orgasm. His balls were very hot again, and his prick felt as big as if he had not come over her crotch earlier.
“Mmmmm, that was very nice,” Laura finally mewled. “I’ve never felt it like that before, Sammy.”
“Is it still happening, Mom?” he asked.
“It’s over,” she breathed.
“But it’s… you’re still squeezing.”
“Mmmmm, I know,” she whispered. “Don’t you like it?”
Sammy’s answer was to start sucking on her tit again. Laura purred and held his head down, sliding her other hand about his ass, from cheek to cheek. His pajamas, although cotton, felt rough along her tender, inside thighs, yet it felt good, too. Placing both her hands on his ass, she pulled him down, his cock so deliciously hard inside her pussy. She felt his hot balls resting at the crack of her ass.
“Wan
t to do it now?” she whispered softly. “I thought you already did, Mom,” he said around her nipple.
“I did, but you didn’t,” she replied, and made a slow grinding motion with her hips. “It isn’t fair that I come and you don’t.”
“I already did,” he said. “All over your down there.”
Laura giggled. “All over Mother’s pussy?”
“Yeah!” Sammy laughed shyly.
“But not inside,” she said. “You can come off inside me… inside Mother’s pussy. It’s best when you come inside me.”
Sammy, his mouth full of his mother’s saucy tit, lifted his ass, sliding his cock upward. Laura purred again with sensation. But when he moved his cock down, she gasped with ecstasy.
“That’s it, darling!” She gurgled, humping her hips with him. “Keep it up just like that.”
Sammy thrust slowly, enjoying the wet heat of a cunt wrapped about his young cock. His mother’s pussy kept vibrating around his prick, and his balls brushed at the crack of her ass each time he moved downward. Laura moaned with growing delight. She clung to her son’s ass, drawing her knees up along his sides, very high, almost touching her own shoulders. This lifted her ass, and Sammy found himself going deeper yet.
She waggled her ass from side to side, whimpering softly as she squeezed his bunching ass. Sammy was awed by having his cock inside his mother’s cunt. He would have been awed to have it inside any cunt, but this pussy, this fiery wet, tight pussy belonged to his mother, and that made it a special cunt for him.
Laura loved the feeling of her sensitive cunt spreading about her son’s hardness. She loved the hard way it throbbed, the depth he could push it, the way his balls burned against her naked ass. She lifted her ass higher, and Sammy was almost on his feet, leaning across her crotch to keep sucking on her delicious tits. He moved from one tit to the other, plunging his cock up and down a little faster.
“Ooooh, that’s nice!” Laura gurgled, arching and lowering her ass with his movement. “That’s very nice, Sammy!”
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