But when she tried to suck, she found she couldn’t. All she could do was slide her lips back and forth on the throbbing, thick prickshaft. She heard a moan from the faceless man, and without touching him, Molly began fucking him with her mouth. She didn’t have to hold her lips tight; his cock did that for her. Her tongue was pressed downward, and she could feel his swollen cockhead brushing back and forth on the roof of her mouth. She heard the unknown man sigh as she darted her lips back and forth. This time her cunt didn’t swell, although her clit started to throb. It was partly with fear of discovery, but also because she wasn’t very comfortable with the size of this cock.
Her lips felt as if they would split as she pushed and pulled her mouth on the man’s prick. She closed her eyes, and tried to make him come swiftly.
Without a sound, the man came.
Boiling come juice squirted from his huge piss hole, nearly choking Molly. She tried to keep from swallowing it, but it came so fast and hard, it ran down her throat anyway. Her mouth filled time and again, and the creamy juices of his balls seeped from her tightly stretched lips and ran to her chin. She tried once to pull off his cock, but he held her face tightly on it, his prick throbbing with spurt after spurt.
Then the cock was gone.
Molly remained squatting, wiping at her chin and lips. Her lips felt bruised, and she was afraid to sneak from the packed shirts.
“You can come out now, Mother,” she heard her son whisper. “He’s gone.”
Peeking fearfully from the shirts, Molly moved forward, and then stood up, her legs like rubber. She looked around, her face burning with embarrassment. She saw only one man, and he was leaving the store. A young woman lounged near the cashier’s desk, and there was no one else around.
“I told you to warn me,” Molly hissed. “Why didn’t you tell me there was someone watching us?”
“I didn’t have time, Mother,” Davy said. “He was standing behind me when I turned around. I couldn’t warn you. What happened?”
“I got fucked in the mouth, that’s what happened,” Molly said, her face flushed pink. “That son of a bitch made me suck his cock off.”
“I’m sorry, Mother,” Davy said, looking down shyly. “I didn’t have time to let you know he was there.”
“I understand, Davy,” she replied, hugging him quickly. “It isn’t your fault. I should have known better than to try that in a store.”
She found the shorts she wanted to buy for her son. She kept tasting the come juice of the man in her mouth, and there was a quivering in her cunt. The insides of her thighs were slippery with her own juices. She paid for the shorts and hurried out with her son close behind her. She felt as if everyone knew what she had done, and she looked straight ahead of her and walked hurriedly, Davy behind her again.
They were halfway home when she stopped, Davy came up beside her, and Molly giggled suddenly.
“That was crazy,” she said. “Sucking some asshole off in a store, and not knowing who he was.”
Davy grinned. “Did you like it, Mother?”
Molly thought about it for a moment, then with her eyes sparkling, nodded her head. “I liked it, but he was too big. I couldn’t suck him very well at all.”
Davy grinned again. “But you liked it, huh?”
“I was so afraid! I thought I would piss my panties, honey,” she said, laughing in a low sound. “But, yes… I enjoyed it.”
“Did it make your cunt hot, Mother?”
Molly looked about quickly. They were the only ones on the sidewalk. She grabbed her son’s hand, jerked it under her skirt and pressed his palm over her crotch.
“Is that hot enough?” she whispered, smearing his hand into her drenched panties.
Davy giggled as she released his hand. He lifted his hand to his face and kissed his wet fingers. Molly moaned softly, and grabbed his hand again. “We’ve got to hurry home now,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll come right here if we don’t!” She began skipping like a child, gripping her son’s hand tightly. The wind plastered her yellow dress against her slender body, but now she didn’t care if it blew up. She didn’t care if it blew over her head and five dozen people saw her shapely ass.
Turning up the walk to the house, she said: “You better have a hard cock by the time I get the door open, Davy.”
She fumbled with the lock, her fingers shaking so badly she had some trouble. Behind her, Davy was grinning. The wind had her skirt molded against his slender thighs and ass, and his cock was already lifting out of his cutoffs.
With a sudden giggle, Davy flipped his mother’s skirt upward, and the wind pressed it there. He stared at his mother’s pantied ass, exposed to anyone who might be looking.
The door opened, and Molly darted into the house, shrieking in alarm.
CHAPTER FIVE
Slamming the door as soon as her son was in the house, Molly whirled on him.
“You little sneak!” she cried, and immediately jerked his cutoffs down. His cock swung free, jutting upward. “You want everyone to see my ass, do you?”
She was laughing as she clutched at his cock. With her free hand, she was trying to get out of her dress. Davy pulled the straps off her shoulders, and somehow, between the two of them, with Molly, clinging to his cock, they managed to unzip the dress. It fell at her feet, and she stood in her flimsy panties. Davy’s fingers jerked the soaked crotch of his mother’s panties aside, and Molly pressed her naked son backward until he leaned against the door. She spread her legs and fitted his hard cock to her bushy cunt. She was just tall enough, Davy just short enough, so that his cock fit into her hairy cunt as they stood there.
With a gurgle of pleasure, Molly stuffed her son’s cock into her cunt and began jiggling her ass up and down, fucking him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh. She hissed and whimpered as she squirmed her hips up and down, her cunt riding his cock. Davy leaned against the door, gasping with pleasure.
“Flip my dress up outside, would you!” Molly panted, thrusting her cunt onto his cock hard. “Show Mother’s ass, would you? Not tell me some fucking strange man was watching me suck your cock, would you? Walk off while I have to suck that fucking cock in the store, would you? I’ll show you, Davy! I’ll fuck your young cock off! Mother’s cunt will burn your fucking cock off!”
“Do it, Mother!” he gasped, grabbing for her hips. “Fuck my cock off, Mother! Fuck it hard, Mother!”
But Molly yanked her ass backwards.
With a single motion, she stripped her panties off. Then she once again spread her thighs and pulled her son’s cock into her cunt. She churned her naked ass furiously, fucking him easily as they stood there. She brought her panties to his face, smearing the pussywet crotch about his mouth.
“Taste my panties,” she hissed hotly. “Suck on the crotch of my pussywet panties, Davy!”
She stuffed her panties into his mouth, and seeing him sucking at the crotch so eagerly sent wild fire through Molly. She humped her hips powerfully, the upper part of her body almost rigid. She watched his young face contort with rapture.
“Hold my hips, Davy!” she urged. “Hold Mother’s hips, because I’m going to fuck your hard cock so fast! Ohhh, hang on, Davy! Suck on my panties and hang on tight!”
She could feel his cock throbbing with the sensitive lips of her hairy cunt. Her extra-long clit seemed to become the size of his cock as she smashed it time and again at his cockroot. She shoved her hand down and squeezed his tight balls, squealing with ecstasy. Leaving his balls, she scooted her hand feverishly behind him. Cupping a tight cheek of her son’s ass, she strained her cunt to him, whimpering hotly. Davy’s knees bent as he tried to hump his cock up and down in his mother’s thrashing cunt. He had sucked half her panties into his mouth, and his eyes rolled about with rapture. Molly gasped and clung to his shoulder with one hand, the other clasping a naked cheek of his ass. She pounded frantically on his cock, feeling an orgasm
starting to burn and bubble deep inside her cunt.
“I’m going to come, darling!”
Davy only panted in reply.
Molly’s tits jiggled as she increased the fury of her pumping motions, riding her son’s cock desperately. She made a few choking sounds, her head lifted high, eyes tight. Her lips parted and a scream exploded from her throat. The hairy lips of her cunt began contracting on Davy’s cock, squeezing and rippling wetly.
“Ohhhh, Lord! Oh, baby!” Molly sobbed. As her cunt convulsed, she smashed it hard onto his prick, no longer thrusting, but grinding now.
“Davy, come in me!” she squealed. “Please, give it to me! My cunt is so hot, darling! Give Mother’s cunt your come juice!”
With a grunt, Davy came.
The hot splashing of his young come juice into her pussy made Molly’s mind reel. Her cunt kept a tight grip around his cock as he came, the throbbing squirts making her flesh shiver with ecstasy.
“Oooooh, baby!” Molly cried. “Can you feel it? Can you feel my cunt sucking your cock, drawing your come juice out of your sweet, sweet balls?”
Davy groaned a reply, slumping against the door as he finished. His knees buckled and he slipped down, his cock leaving her cunt. Molly stood spraddle-legged, bracing herself with her hands on the door, breathing harshly, her tits lifting and falling. Davy, sitting on the floor, looked into his mother’s cunt with unfocused eyes, seeing her long clit, watching the hairlined lips of her pussy twitch.
“That was fantastic!” Molly gasped. “That was the best fuck yet, baby.”
Weakly, she squatted before him, gently removing her panties from his mouth. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him almost tenderly. The kiss became harder, and her tongue moved past his lips and teeth. She licked the insides of her son’s mouth, then pulled back. She remained squatting in front of him, her eyes taking on a glowing expression.
She began to piss.
“Mother!” Davy yelped, trying to move out of the way.
But Molly prevented him from moving. She sent hot, golden piss over his thighs, then shifted her hips slightly and pissed all over his cock and balls.
Davy, squealing, stared between his mother’s thighs, watching the golden piss spewing with a hissing sound. He felt it splashing over his cock and balls, then lifted his eyes to stare into his mother’s face.
Molly was grinning wickedly at him, moving her squatting hips slightly to keep the spurting piss raining dawn on his balls and prick. She drowned his crotch in her hot piss, her fingers digging into his shoulders to prevent him from moving away.
“That will teach you,” she said, grunting as she squirted a final gush of piss over his thigh. “Make me suck some strange cock off, jerk my dress up outside, will you? Well, piss on you, baby! I’ll piss all over you, you little fuck face!”
Suddenly Davy giggled.
“Okay,” he said.
Molly dropped her hands from his shoulders, cupping her tits. “What do you mean, ‘okay’?”
“Piss on me, I don’t care, Mother.”
“You don’t?” she asked, surprised.
“No,” Davy said. “It feels kind of good.”
She remembered watching him piss as she sat in the bathtub. She recalled now what she had felt, the excitement of seeing his hot piss gushing out of his young cock. She had thought nothing more of it once she began to fingerfuck while he jacked himself wrapped in her panties. She had pissed on her son now only as a joke, not realizing he would enjoy it. “It does?” she asked.
“Sure, hot and wet,” Davy giggled, sliding a hand to his cock and balls. “I liked it, Mother.”
Molly’s mind whirled with images of pissing over her son’s body. She gazed down at his cock and balls, his thighs. He was glistening with her piss from his waist down, and the sight excited her. She spread her knees as far apart as she could, her cunt fully revealed to her son’s eyes. Sliding a hand from one tit, she shoved it downward. With her fingers, she parted the hairy lips of her cunt, her clit sticking out. She strained, and managed to let go with another spurt of piss. It was a weak squirt, but splashed across the head of Davy’s cock.
“I like that, Mother,” he giggled lewdly. “Can you do it again?”
“I don’t think so,” she said, her voice husky. “I’m pissed out right now.”
Davy gazed at the wet, pink lips of his mother’s cunt as she held it open. He held his cock at the base, aiming his cockhead toward her pussy. “I bet I can piss,” he said.
“Oh, Davy, don’t!” she moaned, but didn’t move. She was looking down at his cock, shivering. “You wouldn’t do it, would you? You wouldn’t piss on Mother, would you?”
“You pissed on me,” he said, and sent a gush of hot piss out of his cock.
“Ohhh, you did!” Molly squealed, feeling the hot piss spattering across her cunt, then the lips of her open pussy. “Davy, Davy!”
The hot piss soaked her cunt as her son moved his cock up and down. The thick hair of her cunt became matted wetly. She clawed at her pussy, rushing her other hand down. She peeled her cunt open as far as she could, crying out with surprising delight. She felt the heat of his piss burning the inner smoothness of her cunt, and wished his cock was deep inside it. She twisted her ass, and felt the stream tingle the full expanse of her crotch, and then he pissed across her asshole. Molly gasped with surprised rapture.
“Oh, Lord, Davy! I know what you mean! Piss on it… piss on Mother’s cunt! It feels good!”
The stream of piss was weakening, and Molly squirmed her crotch downward. Davy rubbed the head of his cock along the fiery lips of his mother’s cunt, still pissing. Molly squealed and whimpered as she tried to lean over, wanting to watch his piss at her cunt. With a wail, her ass shook. Her cunt erupted with a wild, crazy, consuming orgasm.
“I’m coming!” she cried out. “This is making me come, baby!”
Davy managed to stuff the head of his cock into his mother’s cunt before he stopped pissing. Molly felt the last of his piss fill her pussy, and her naked body shuddered with an amazing orgasm.
“Oooooh, too much!” she sobbed, her feet sliding out from under her. She sat on the floor, her legs alongside her son’s hips. She leaned back, lifting her crotch and trying to pull his cock into her cunt. “I had no idea it would feel so good, Davy!”
Davy, sitting on the floor, gazed at his mother’s hairy cunt twisting and trying to pull his cock inside. He shoved a finger against her cunt, and Molly’s hips jerked.
“Ohhhh, don’t!” she gasped. “It’s too sensitive right now to touch!”
After a while, she got weakly to her feet. “We made a hell of a mess, didn’t we?” she breathed, her naked tits lifting enticingly. “But it was fun.”
She turned her back to her son, shaking her ass wantonly. “You can sit in that piss all day if you want, but I’m going to shower.”
She swung her hips invitingly as she left her son, knowing he was watching the cheeks of her naked ass ripple and bunch.
As she showered, Molly tried to understand this wild thing they had done. The desire to suck his cock off inside that store had been so powerful, she had been unable to resist. Then that man she wonder I vaguely who he was. She knew she would have loved it if his cock had been just a bit smaller. As it was, her lips still felt bruised.
She had pissed on her son playfully, getting back at him for jerking her dress up outside the door, yet discovered they both enjoyed it. No matter what they did, Davy loved it, she thought.
When she turned off her shower, she heard the one in the hallway going, and grinned. She found herself a fresh pair of panties and slipped them on, adjusting them at her crotch. Like alt her panties, they were skimpy and frilly and flimsy. The bulge of her cunt was defined in the panties, the thick hair making a becoming mound.
Passing the hall bathroom, she peeked in. She saw her son through the shower doors, working on his cock and balls with a bar of soap. She resisted the impulse to go in and wash him h
erself. She went on to the kitchen and made herself a glass of iced tea. She leaned against the sink and looked out at the back yard as she sipped it. The sun was fading now, but it was still light. The wind had died away, and everything was calm. That is, except her cunt.
The sound of her son entering caused her to turn. Davy wore a pair of his new shorts. He looked delicious in them. They rode low on his hips, his cock and balls lumping opt with a mouthwatering bulge. She gazed at his crotch, running her tongue about the rim of her glass suggestively. “Now those are better,” she said softly.
Davy looked over his mother’s panties, seeing the outline of her cunt hair, the slight bulge of her pussy in the crotch.
“You know what I’d like to do, honey?” she asked in a soft voice. “I’d love to eat those shorts off you.”
“If I can eat those panties off you, Mother,” Davy replied, his eyes taking on a glaze.
“You really love my panties, don’t you?” Davy nodded, moving close to her. He ran his hands about his mother’s hips, over her ass, then in front to feel the tight band of her crotch.
“I like the smell, Mother,” he said. “I like to smell them and taste them. It makes my cock hard.”
“Especially if I’ve worn them, huh?” she grinned.
“Yeah,” Davy replied. “I like to smell your cunt on them.”
Molly glanced out the window again. “Want to go out back?”
“Now?”
“Why not?” she said. “You didn’t seem to mind if someone saw my ass earlier, did you?”
“That was your ass, Mother, not mine,” Davy laughed. He pressed his palm into her cunt, feeling the heat bubbling against her panties.
“Oh, is that right?” Molly arched her eyebrows at him. “You don’t want anyone seeing your ass, huh?”
Davy shook his head, but his young eyes were sparkling.
“Well, you little fuck face,” she said, grabbing his wrist and putting her glass down at the same time. “You’re going outside anyway!”
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