“You wanna give me a blowjob, Mom?”
Susan looked up at him again, and a wanton giggle came from her. “Yes, Steve. I want to give you a blowjob!”
“Oh, yeah, Mom!”
“Horny little shit,” she said with affection, then circled the head of his cock with her hot, wet tongue.
She felt her son tremble, her eyes tilted up to watch his face. His fingers dug into her shoulders, his eyes blazing with eagerness.
“Where you heard all that, I don’t care,” she said softly, bushing the wet head of her son’s cock across her lips. “I don’t care about anything but you, honey. And… this hard-on.”
“Suck me, Mom!” Steve grunted, trying to push his cock into his mother’s mouth. “Come on, suck me!”
“Nmmmm, with pleasure,” Susan gurgled, sliding her tongue about his cock, still gripping it with her fist.
She circled her tongue around and around the smooth head, then lapped up the juices coming of his piss hole. Her eyes glazed as she tasted him. She placed her lips over the tip of her son’s cock, sucking it as her tongue flicked up and down, as if she were trying to get it into his piss hole. Steve was holding his breath, clutching his mother’s shoulders tightly, watching her with big, hot eyes.
Sliding her hand to the base of his cock, her other hand cupping the cheek of his ass, Susan followed her hand with her lips. The hardness sliding into her mouth sent her cunt into spasms of ecstasy, and she almost came. The prick in her mouth excited her more than any other time she had sucked cock. Her lips stretched, but she had room inside her mouth to use her tongue, and she did.
When her lips touched her fingers, she pulled her hand away, and smashed her lips against the base of her son’s cock. The smooth head of his cock almost reached her throat. She made a muffled whimper of pleasure, pushing her tongue at his cock so she could feel it on the roof of her mouth. Holding her son’s cock deeply, she dug her fingers into the tight cheek of his ass, her other hand cupping his full, hot balls.
She tried to keep her eyes open, wanting to watch her son’s face, but her ecstasy was too intense. She closed them. She drew back on her son’s cock, her lips tight, creating as much suction as she could, her tongue pressing. She pulled her lips to the head, then swirled her tongue about it. Gulping his cock deeply into her mouth again, she turned loose of his balls and shoved her hand to his ass. Cupping both cheeks of his ass while on her knees in front of him, Susan began to suck her son’s cock hungrily, her head moving back and forth, her lips never leaving it, her tongue never still.
She wished her son would say something, talk to her, but all he was doing was moaning and groaning. His hips moved in time with her mouth, pushing forward as she darted her face to him, then pulling back as she sucked along the length of his very hard, very hot cock.
Steve’s throat was dry and tight, his eyes huge as he stared at his mother’s mouth wrapped about his cock, sucking on it. What he was feeling, what he was seeing, filed his body and mind with sensations he had so far only dreamed of.
Susan purred, sliding her lips off his cock. She ran them up and down the shaft, from the base to the head, then used the flat surface of her tongue on it, licking his cock. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at his face. Her dark eyes twinkled with smoldering passion. She caressed his cock along her cheek, purring with desire.
“So sweet,” Susan purred. “So hard and hot and sweet! Is it good, baby? Do you like it? Do you want mother to make you come… this way?”
Steve nodded, unable to speak.
“With my mouth?”
Again he nodded.
“Ohhhh, yes?” Susan cried out, then swallowed her son’s cock again, taking it as deep as she could, then trying for more.
Her lips nibbled at the base, her tongue twisting. She could almost get the swollen head into her throat.
Clutching the cheeks of his naked ass, Susan began to devour her son’s cock. She sucked back and forth wantonly, making soft sounds of rapture. Darting her mouth back and forth, she was fucking his cock more than sucking it, although she created as much suction as she could, which was plenty.
She moved his hands, placing one palm on her cheek, the other at the back of her head. When she had his hands in place, she again clutched his naked ass tightly. Susan began to suck and gobble her son’s cock in a frenzy now. The feel of his hands on her head and cheek made her feel as if he were helping. Her ass twitched as she sucked at his prick, and her cunt was like a river, the insides of her thighs slipped, and she rubbed them together.
Steve’s breathing was coming in hot pants now, and he was darting his hips back and forth. He held her head, pulling his mother’s face forward.
Susan squeezed his ass and jerked him to her mouth. She was making wet sounds as she sucked, but she didn’t care. She was sucking her son’s hot, hard cock and that was all that mattered right now. The powerful jerking of his cock inside her mouth was creating a painful hardness in her clit and she wanted to get something in her cunt, but she sensed her son was nearing discharge, and there was no way she wanted to lose that thick, sweet juice. She wanted it in her mouth, spraying over her tongue, burning down her throat. She wanted to gobble up his come juice desperately.
“Mom! Ohhh, Mom!”
The sound of his voice sent a wild tremor through her body. She dug her fist into the cheeks of his ass hard, and, as his cock throbbed with increasing power, she rammed her lips to the base, working her tongue.
“I’m gonna do it, Mom!” Steve grunted in a thick voice. “I gotta do it now, Mom!”
The only reply Susan made was to suck harder and faster.
With a moaning cry, Steve jerked her head forward, crushing his mother’s face into his cock, and the first squirt drenched her throat.
Susan’s eyes rolled with ecstasy behind her closed lids, and she dug passionately into his tight shaking ass, her fingers clawing into his ass crack as she pulled him tightly to her face. The rapid gushes of his come juice flooded into her mouth, and she swallowed as fast as she could. But like in the theater, he came copiously. Hot, sugary come juice seeped from her mouth as she tried to swallow it all. Her body burned with passion, and her cunt clenched, the hairy lips drawing in tightly as the ecstatic ripples of orgasm throbbed about her knotted clit. She was coming hard, very, very hard. She gulped at the spraying juices from her son’s balls and cock, clinging to his ass.
When her son finished, she refused to let him go, holding his cock inside her mouth, feeling it deflate slowly. She worked her tongue about his prick as she felt him shaking.
“Can I take it out now, Mom?” he asked, his voice weak.
Susan slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, settling her ass on her heels. Her beautiful face was radiant with pleasure as she smiled at her son. Steve leaned against the refrigerator, weak. He saw his mother’s face, the glistening fuck juice on her chin.
“Did you… did you like it, Mom?” he asked.
Susan nodded her head, unable to trust her voice at the moment.
“Did you… you know, do it, too?”
“Did I come, you mean?” she asked softly, her voice breaking. “Yes, baby, I came too.”
“Oh wow!”
Susan pulled his shorts up, adjusting them over his cock and balls. She gave his balls a gentle pat. “You’re not sorry?”
“No way, Mom!”
Susan pushed her face at his crotch, kissing his prick through his shorts.
“Go to bed,” she whispered.
CHAPTER THREE
It wasn’t until the next day that Susan realized she could have been caught by Judy caught with her son’s cock in her mouth.
Judy must have still been awake, she knew. She had just seen her run through the house in her panties, and her son had come down the hallway only a few minutes later. Then, when she thought about it, Susan realized she didn’t care if Judy had caught them.
Judy would only be with her and Steve for another week, then she would
return to her own home. She was staying while her mother and father took a short vacation. Susan had not minded. She loved her niece.
She looked out into the back yard, watching Steve and Judy. Judy was sitting in the swing that hung from the tree, and Steve was pushing her. Since Judy was facing the house, Steve, whenever he pushed his cousin, placed his hands on her tight ass. Her eyes moved to the front of his shorts, an old, faded pair of jeans that had been hacked off at the crotch. She wondered if her son had a hard-on, but she couldn’t see his crotch from this distance. She also wondered if Steve was touching his cousin’s ass deliberately, or it that was the way he pushed her all the time.
Susan felt heat staffing between her legs again. Being aroused most of the time lately bothered her. She had enjoyed being aroused before, although it was usually her fingers that satisfied her. Still, the feeling of arousal was a good one. But now her cunt bubbled and boiled ever since the night before, almost in a constant state of agitation. Sucking her son off didn’t help, either, she knew.
Susan turned her attention back to her niece, watching her kick those slender thighs as she laughed happily. Susan realized she was trying to see Judy’s crotch, and she turned her head away guiltily. She walked to her bedroom, sitting on the bed, wondering about all these new thoughts in her mind. She had fantasized often, like most women, but kept it under control until now.
She heard the door slam, then footsteps in the hallway. The next sound she heard was piss splashing into the toilet in the hall.
Steve…
Susan jumped to her feet and almost ran from her room to the toilet.
The door was open.
But it was Judy sitting there. Judy looked up, a sweet, shy smile on her lovely face. She had her knees together, her shorts at her thighs. The piss kept tinkling into the toilet, and Judy seemed unconcerned that her aunt was there, watching, neither speaking.
Susan was disappointed that it wasn’t her son. Still, she stood and watched. When Judy finished, she did not use tissues as Susan did. Judy stood and struggled to pull her tight shorts up. Susan found herself gazing at the sugary slit of Judy’s pink cunt. Susan felt a reaction between her thighs, then balled her fists tightly. The quick, unexpected urge to shove her face between those long thighs of her niece and suck that cunt almost overpowered Susan.
Getting her shorts up, Judy squeezed past her aunt, looking up with those sweet eyes.
“Excuse me, Aunt Susan,” she said softly, moving down the hall.
Susan turned and watched, her eyes seeing the cute shape of her niece’s ass and long, long legs.
Returning to her room, Susan wrung her hands. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling so fucking hot lately, but she couldn’t deny the good feeling it gave her. The thought of wanting to suck her niece’s cunt bothered her. Girls had never interested her before, but she had often wondered what it would feel like to push her mouth against a soft, wet pussy.
Standing before her long mirror, Susan gazed at her reflection. She could have almost any man she desired, she knew. But it wasn’t a man she wanted. It was her son, now. It was his strong cock that excited her. There was something that appealed to her about Steve’s body that a man’s never had.
She was wearing shorts and a light, tight sweater. Her nipples showed, stiff against the material. Her shorts were tight, and the puffy outline of her cunt showed, and the lower part of her ass cheeks was exposed.
Looking at herself, Susan thought hard about what had happened so far.
“Okay, girl,” she said to her reflection. “You started it, now what are you going to do about it?”
Her eyes gleamed as she ran her hands over her firm tits and down her stomach, back behind her body to cup her ass, then one hand in front to cup her tightly clad cunt.
“You’re going for it, that’s what you’re going to do, you bitch,” she said to her reflection. “You’re going all the way for it. Steve will… I know he will. But…”
She trembled. The idea of his cock inside her cunt, fucking her, seemed somehow a bit farfetched. Still…
“You crazy cunt,” she told her reflection. “You can suck him off. You don’t have to fuck him, you know.”
Turning from the mirror, her mind made up, Susan started from the room. But the slam of the back door stopped her. Steve came down the hall, looking up at her.
“Hi, Mom,” he said, then went for the bathroom. “I gotta go bad.”
Quickly Susan stepped into the hall and toward the bathroom. Unlike Judy, Steve had closed the door, but when she pushed, it swung open.
Steve was standing over the toilet, his cock pulled from the leg of his frayed shorts. The stream of his piss stopped when he looked up at her.
“Oh, don’t stop,” Susan said, hearing the weakness in her voice. “It’s okay, baby.”
She stood behind her son as she had the night before. Her hand slipped around him, and she pulled his hand off his cock. She held his cock with her finger and thumb, leaning over his shoulder to watch his cock.
“Now do it,” she said in a hoarse sound.
“I don’t know if I can,” Steve said, giggling. “No one ever held my… held it for me.”
“Mother will hold your cock,” Susan replied. Steve giggled, and the golden stream began to flow again, slowly at first, then strongly.
“Ooooh, look at that!” Susan gasped. She moved her son’s cock up and down, playing. “You’re pissing, baby!”
Her son’s reaction delighted her. Steve was letting her hold his cock as he pissed, and she was starting to tremble with excitement. She swung his cock about, making him piss in a circle, then up and down. Her cunt began to pulsate with wet heat and she pushed her pussy against his back.
The stream stopped, and Susan shook his prick, sending a golden drop from the head.
“You know about shaking a guy’s cock, Mom?” Steve asked.
“Of course,” she murmured. “Mother knows many things… about cocks.”
“You do?”
“I do,” she said, then turned her son to face her, still holding his cock. She went down into a squatting position, and used her tongue to flick the last drop of his piss away.
“You gonna suck me off again, Mom?”
“Would you like that?” she asked, nuzzling his cock against her face.
“Yeah!”
She stood up, still holding his cock. “Let’s go to my room.”
She entered her room and turned to face him. She was pleased that his cock was half hard.
Susan slipped her hands behind her, tugging at the zipper of her shorts, her eyes never mow big from her son’s cock. She unzipped her tight shorts and began to push them down. Steve’s eyes became huge as he watched.
“Would you like to see mother’s pussy?”
Susan asked. “Want to see my cunt, Steve?” Steve’s head bobbed up and down.
Susan wriggled her hips as she shoved her shorts down, kicking them from her feet. She straightened up, naked from the waist down. She placed her fingers along the edge of her cunt hair, framing it, watching her son’s cock jerk up into a full hardness, restrained by his shorts.
“Take them off,” Susan hissed body.
Steve scrambled out of his shorts, staring hotly at his mother’s pussy. He couldn’t see her cunt, but the silky hair was almost enough to make him ready to come. When he stood naked before her, his cock arching up toward the ceiling, Susan sat on the edge of her bed, and slowly spread her knees apart.
Steve’s eyes became very big.
“That’s mother’s cunt, baby,” Susan whispered, spreading the wet, pink lips of her cunt open for her son. “That’s my pussy.”
“Ohhhh, Mom!”
“Touch mother’s cunt,” she offered. “Play with mother’s tit… feel me up!”
Panting hotly, Steve almost jumped eagerly at her. He leaned down and placed his hand on her pussy, feeling the hot wetness of it. Susan held his wrist, rubbing his hand up and down, cooing softly. Her o
ther hand went to his cock, gripping it hard.
“Stick your fingers in me!!” she instructed. “Stick your fingers inside my cunt, baby!”
Steve thrust his fingers into his mother’s cunt, and Susan let out an ecstatic cry. Holding his wrist, she stabbed his fingers in and out of her pussy, twisting her naked ass on the edge of the bed. Her other hand pumped at his throbbing hard-on.
But it was too much for Susan. She was about to come already.
“Here,” she hissed, drawing her son between her thighs.
She removed his fingers from her cunt and lifted them to her face. Her tongue swirled about the wetness, her eyes gazing at his excited face. After she licked his fingers, she leaned back, her legs spread wide. Her soft brown hair fanned about her glowing face on the bed. As her son stood and looked at her cunt, Susan lifted her hips and twisted them lewdly, adding to her son’s excitement.
She lifted her cunt high, shoving her hands beneath her ass to hold herself up. Then she drew her knees back, wrapping her arms behind them when they touched her titties. She offered her cunt to her son’s eyes, pleased with his interest. Steve saw his mother’s cunt, framed by the soft brown hair, the pink lips and her straining clit, then lower, to the ring of her crinkled asshole.
No one had ever looked at her crotch so intently, so hotly. Susan knew it was going to be just fine now, that her son wanted this as much as she did.
“Come close,” she hissed. Steve stepped closer.
“Kiss it.”
Steve hesitated.
“Kiss mother’s cunt!”
“But it’s hairy and wet, Mom.”
“Kiss my cunt!”
Steve leaned down, getting the scent of the most exciting thing in his life. He pressed his lips to his mother’s cunt, kissing it, feeling her juices smear his mouth. The soft hair tickled his cheeks and nose. He stuck his tongue out, licking up and down the slit of his mater’s juicy cunt, once, and fast.
“Ooooh, baby, that’s nice!” Susan purred.
Steve lifted his head, looking up at his mother. His cock was about to go off, and he gripped it very hard in his hand.
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