“Oooh, I like it, Mom!” Richard groaned. “Oh, tonguefuck my asshole, Mom! My cock is so fucking hard! You could make me come this way!”
Karen didn’t want her son coming off on his stomach. If he came, she wanted that sweetness inside her, in her cunt, up her asshole, or in her mouth. Unlike Dr. Sissy Reed, Karen wanted her son’s jism directly in her body, and not second-hand. She could imagine the enjoyment Sissy received from sucking the come juice out of Diana’s lovely cunt, but that wasn’t for her.
Karen pulled her tongue from his asshole. She placed her lips hard upon his asshole and kissed him wetly. “I need that hard cock, darling,” she said huskily. “I want that beautiful hard-on inside me, Richard!”
Standing on her knees, she unzipped her skirt, then tossed it to one side. She began to walk on her knees, his thighs between them, her bushy cunt burning. She was gasping by the time she had her cunt near his cock. With a swift adjustment, she sat down on him, his cock going very deep into her cunt. Karen mewled and threw her head back, clutching at her swollen tits. She sat on him for awhile, his cock buried inside her pussy, then she began to move. She rode up and down his cock as he caressed her thighs, her knees almost in his armpits.
“Oooooooh, you’re so hard in my cunt, darling!” she sobbed, her head twisting in passion. “Your cock is so fucking hard, and it goes so deep in mother’s pussy!”
With a squeal, Karen twisted on him, his cock still in her cunt. She swung her legs around until her back was toward his face. She leaned over, her tits smashing on his knees. Richard sucked in an excited gasp as he saw his cock up his mother’s hairy cunt this way, her asscheeks spreading to expose her crinkling asshole. His pulses raced as his mother began to fuck him this way. He stroked her bobbing ass, rubbing the tight heat of her asshole, sending flashing waves of heat through her naked body, making her twist and squirm and bounce on his prick eagerly. When Richard plunged a finger into his mother’s asshole, Karen gave a scream of ecstasy. Richard wasn’t moving his finger, but letting her fuck him with her bouncing, curvy ass. She fucked his cock with her fiery cunt, and his fingers with her intensely sensitive asshole. It was, she thought, as if two cocks had suddenly penetrated her.
She began to fuck her son wildly, listening to his cries of urgency. Her ass banged up and down in a frenzy of orgiastic hunger, the hair lined lips of her cunt grasping his cock tightly, the ring of her asshole drawing on his buried finger. There were some mild kind of explosions around her cunt, and Karen was so aroused, she wasn’t certain if she was coming or not.
“Mom, swing your fucking ass!” Richard yelled. “Fuck my fucking cock… fuck my cock with your hot cunt! Ooooh, you’re gonna make me come like a son of a bitch!”
She cried, “No! Please, don’t come yet, Richard!”
Sitting upright on him, a scream came from her as the orgasms that had been going off inside her cunt burst with the force of a tornado. She threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy, her cunt squeezing and sucking on his hard cock. His finger was no longer up her asshole, and even though she was coming insanely, she missed it.
With a cry, she jerked her still convulsing cunt off his cock. “In my ass!” she screamed. “I want that hard cock up my fucking asshole!”
Hardly had her cunt left his prick than Karen banged it into her tight asshole. She screamed again with a sudden stab of pain, but the pain shifted to ecstasy as his cock went as deep as possible. Still sitting on her son with her back to him, she clutched at his balls and pressed them hard against her convulsing cunt, her asshole fiery hot around his throbbing cock.
“Now, come in me!” she shouted. “Squirt that sweet come up mother’s hot asshole! Ooooh, come in my fucking ass!”
Karen bounced insanely, riding her son’s cock with her tight asshole, almost lifting from his swollen cock head before plunging down again. Her cunt refused to stop coming. Her whole body was shaking violently, the ecstasy driving her out of her mind. It seemed to her as if she was one huge orgasm, every inch of her smooth flesh a ball of mindless pleasure. Her naked ass shook wildly as it bounced. Richard gritted his teeth as her asshole created intense friction on his cock. He was holding his mother’s jerking hips, his eyes glazed in wicked pleasure, watching her curvy ass fucking his cock. His balls were very tight, but she managed to keep pressing them into her spasming cunt.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck!” Karen wailed over and over in a mindless chant of ecstasy. “Fuck my asshole… come up that asshole, darling! Drown my fucking asshole with your sweet, hot come juice! Fill mother’s asshole, Richard! Oh, God, give it to me!”
The pounding of her ass brought grunts from him as she drove his ass onto the floor. Richard wasn’t sure he could take much more of the fucking. Already his full balls ached, anxious to release that full load of jism. His cock tingled, especially the swollen head around his piss hole. He tried to shove his cock upward into his mother’s asshole, but she was fucking him so wildly, that he couldn’t move.
“Let me have it, darling!” Karen groaned, her naked ass shaking frantically. “Let me have your come juice… up my hot fucking asshole. Oh, baby, give it to mother! I’ll do anything you want… just squirt it up my asshole!”
Richard could hold back no longer.
His cock throbbed, swelling inside his mother’s gripping asshole. His swollen prickhead seemed to expand to the size of an apple. Karen screamed with joy as she felt his cock swell. The boiling come juice was roaring from his piss hole, splashing along the velvet soft walls of her ass. Her cunt erupted into even stronger orgasms, and she was coming more than anytime in her life. Her cunt refused to stop, her hairy cunt lips closing as her asshole began to suck hungrily on his spurting cock.
Richard’s eyes had closed, unable to remain open because of the intense discharge. There was an ache in his balls as they unleashed the thick, dreamy come juice. His fingers gripped his mother’s grinding hips hard.
“Ooooh, God!” Karen wailed, slumping forward toward his toes, so weak she could not remain upright any longer. As she fell forward, his cock came out of her asshole, giving one final spurt of white, creamy jism that splashed directly upon her puckering asshole.
She sprawled on his legs, sliding her feet along his sides until they were scissored around his shoulders. Now that his balls were empty, Richard’s vision came back, and he gazed between his mother’s thighs at her hairy cunt and asshole. Her asshole glistened with come juice, her ass cheeks twitching, clamping and relaxing. She moaned softly for a long time, her body shaking as her ecstasy slowly faded away.
Karen was shook by her passion. Never had it began so intense, so strong. She had felt, and still felt, delightfully lewd. The feeling was one she liked. Her cunt, her asshole, and her mouth were becoming insatiable for her son’s cock, she knew. Many events had caused this, but the single contributing factor was Dr. Sissy Reed. If she had not seen the woman tickle her son’s balls and make him come off, all this might not have happened. But it did happen, and she wasn’t in the least sorry.
Recovering a little, she twisted off her son’s body and rested her cheek on his thigh, her face near his cock and balls. She stroked them lovingly.
“Darling,” she murmured, looking up at his face, “I don’t think I’m ever going to let you go. I don’t ever want this beautiful cock of yours to get away from me. I’m going to need it constantly, I believe.”
“You got it, Mom,” he agreed.
She kissed his balls tenderly, then moved her lips along his cock to his prick head. A bead of come juice lingered there, and she flicked her tongue through it. Twisting her tongue around his smooth cock head, she said, “I meant it when I said I’d do anything for you, Richard. I wouldn’t care if you wanted me to go naked in the streets, I’d do it.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to do that, Mom,” he said, running his fingers through her hair. “I’d never ask you to do anything embarrassing.”
Nuzzling her face into his crotch, Karen wanted to do somethin
g truly erotic, something very perverse and very lewd. She felt lewd, and the feeling pleased her. She pressed her face between his legs, caressing his cock tenderly, watching her thumb and forefinger stroke his cock. She lifted her face and gazed at it.
“Piss, honey,” she whispered.
“You want me to piss, Mom?”
“Oh, yes!”
“On my back?”
“Now… piss right now!”
She held his cock at the base, her eyes becoming glassy with anticipation. A spurt of golden piss came from his cock, then it stopped. Another spurt came, a little more this time.
“Ohhhh!” she purred. “More! Piss some more!”
A stream came out of his piss hole, a golden stream of piss that arced up and splashed back down on his stomach. With a gurgle of perverse ecstasy, Karen moved her face forward, taking her son’s piss into her face. She moaned as the warm piss drenched her face, getting into her hair. She opened, her lips slightly, aiming his pissing cock at them. The warm taste caused her cunt to twitch, but she didn’t come. Instead, she was pissing on the carpet. She closed her thighs, and widened her lips, letting her son piss into her mouth. But even that didn’t satisfy her.
Richard’s eyes widened as he saw his mother lowering her open mouth, and he gasped when she closed her lips about his cock.
Karen wrapped her lips about the head of her son’s cock, but his surprise had cut the flow. Her eyes begged him, and when he began to piss into her mouth, Karen’s eyes rolled with bliss, her throat working to swallow. Her mouth filled with his warm piss and she drank thirstily, no longer pissing, but clutched with intense orgasms again.
THE END
DN-415 MOM’S NAUGHTY DAUGHTER
CHAPTER ONE
Lynn sat inside the pick-up truck, watching the men as they worked in the orange groves. Most of them had their shirts off, the sun glistening on their muscles.
Her tits strained against the man’s shirt she wore, her nipples tingling. Her dark eyes held a smoldering expression. Her long legs, encased in tight jeans, felt a weakness and her cunt was bubbling.
It was always like this when she watched them working, the scent of oranges filling her nostrils. The smell of orange blossoms, the fresh fruit, had a heady effect upon her erotic emotions. Lynn didn’t understand it she just enjoyed it.
She had inherited the orange grove when her husband passed away two years ago. When they married, he had brought her to this orange ranch right out of the city, and the lovely scents had affected her almost immediately.
For the past year, Lynn had been driving into the grove daily, watching the men work. She was the boss lady so none of the workers ever approached her. Lynn wasn’t sure if she would have accepted a pass from any of them but the possibility always there.
For the past month, she had been taking ice water or lemonade out to the workers. She would haul a couple of huge containers in the back of the pick-up. This endeared her to the workers and she knew they would have done anything for the boss lady.
Lynn was also acutely aware that, if she just crooked her finger, anyone of those well muscled men would come running to her. She was not unaware of how attractive she was.
Not only did she have a beautiful face with bedroom eyes, a full mouth, and long, black hair and a small nose. She also had a fantastic body. And she had money. She was a perfect mate for any man.
As she sat in the truck now she ran her hand up and down on tightly clad thigh, her eyes on the men. They had unloaded the coolers and were back at work. She pulled her hand between her tight thighs, pushing her palm between them. A tingle rippled about her cunt as she applied more pressure at the tight crotch of her jeans. She loved to sit in the truck watching the men and fondling her pussy. She often sat for a long time, fantasizing about one, or even more of them, coming to the truck and peeking in at her when her hand was tight between her thighs.
“All those cocks,” she whispered softly, rubbing up and down at her cunt. “All those beautiful cocks… sticking out… hard.”
She imagined her workers before her, moving up and down the rows of trees, their flies open, all their cocks out and hard. The vision filled her eyes with moist excitement and her hand pressed and rubbed harder. She spread her legs as wide as the truck seat allowed. She could feel her cunt becoming very wet, very hot.
She slumped against the door, her eyes glassy as she watched the men. She had never opened her pants before but today the need seemed more pronounced, more hungry, more eager.
Pulling the zipper down, she opened her pants, running her fingers through the curls of soft cunt hair. She sighed as her excitement increased. The image of the men, their cocks out and throbbing for her cunt filled Lynn’s mind as she shoved her hand down into her pants. She ran her fingers into the tight crotch, stroking at her deliciously inflamed clitoris, her ass writhing on the seat of the truck.
Her clitoris was very hot and she rubbed along the side of it then smashed it with the tip of her finger. The immediate response was an orgasm and her eyes turned glassy as she came, the ripples of ecstasy flooding her body and mind.
“Ooooo, nice,” she murmured. “So nice.”
As the convulsions calmed, she left her hand inside her pants, watching the men again. One orgasm was never enough for Lynn. She often needed more than two. She leaned into the door near the steering wheel, her pants open, and pressed her hand downward until she cupped her cunt.
If just one man would come to the truck and look in at her with her hand in the dark curls of her cunt, Lynn knew she would come very strongly. But she didn’t have the nerve to call one of them. She wasn’t sure what she would do if a man did actually look in at her.
“Come see my cunt you guys,” she whispered, her eyes on the men, her finger fucking her cunt. She loved it when the men bent over, their pants tight on their hard asses. “Come and look at my cunt… see how hot and wet my cunt is. Show me your hard cocks! Let me hold your cocks. Let me feel that lovely hardness in my hands. Oooo, I’d love to jack everyone of you hard-cocked fuckers off! Jack all of you off at the same time!”
Her finger moved faster, her words increasing her passion. The moist, wet sounds in the cab of the pick-up excited her.
“Oooo, play with my cunt you guys,” she whispered, driving her middle finger in and out of her gripping cunt. “Play with my hot cunt… make me come! Oh, fingerfuck my pussy… fuck my cunt with those hard, sweet cocks! Oh, God… fill my cunt with come juice!”
Her hand whipped frantically inside the tightness of her jeans, her cunt boiling again. She saw a man lift his hand to wave at her and as she weakly waved back, her cunt exploded into a tremendous orgasm. Her ass twisted against the seat, moans bubbling from her lips.
Her vision cleared and she jumped. The man who had waved at her was walking toward the truck. Lynn pulled her hand from her pants trying to zip them up before he arrived. She managed to conceal her open fly with the tail of her shirt.
“Something wrong, Miss Lynn?” he asked, concerned.
“No,” she said, feeling a flush on her pretty face. “Nothing is wrong, Jake.”
“I thought I heard you moan,” he said, tipping his hat.
“It wasn’t me,” she said.
“Well, I guess I better get back to work, then. Sure you don’t want me to drive you back to the house?” he said, looking at her closely. “You seem a little pale.”
“No, l’m just fine,” she replied, flashing him a grin. “I’ll be okay. Thank you anyway.”
She watched him return to work then started the pick-up. As she drove down the narrow, dusty road, she laughed out loud. If Jake had gotten in the truck to drive her to the house, he would have seen her open pants and the dark curls of her cunt. She stopped in front of the house, pulling up the zipper on her jeans then climbed out.
The house was old, but very well kept. It had two floors, and was huge, with three fireplaces. It had been in her husband’s family for over a hundred years. The old-fashi
oned clock on the mantle told her that Carolyn and Bobby would be home from school soon. Lynn had just enough time to get a bath. She felt happy as she soaked in the huge, claw-footed tub.
She had been fingerfucking herself in the pick-up, watching the men, for some time now. It bad been very exciting at first and it was still exciting but it seemed to be losing some of its appeal. She still wasn’t certain what her reaction would be if any of them made a pass at her or saw what she was doing.
Maybe Jake…
Jake was about her age and quite good-looking. He didn’t talk like the other workers. His speech and mannerisms indicated his intelligence. She was certain he didn’t belong in the groves, even though she had made him foreman of the crews.
He had showed up one day when she was desperate for men, and hired him with some misgivings. He was too well dressed, his hands too soft. He didn’t give her the impression of a man used to working with his hands. Still, she needed every worker she could get. He proved to be a hard worker and he was good with the other men. He knew how to get more work out of them without making anyone mad.
Within six months. Lynn had offered him the small one-bedroom house used by the previous foreman. Jake never seemed to go any place, although he had access to a pick-up. And he didn’t drink or run around the way the other workers did.
Wearing just her robe, Lynn went downstairs. The school bus was stopped on the highway and she smiled as she watched Bobby and Carolyn get off. They started up the driveway as usual, and they seemed to be bickering.
Lynn was proud, of her son and daughter. They were both doing well in high school and despite their constant bickering, they were fine children. Growing up on the ranch had been good for them, forcing them to get along because they were too far out in the country to play with other boys and girls. They always managed to entertain themselves. Carolyn had just received her driver’s license and every day she asked when she could start driving to school.
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