Inhaling her son’s fragrance, Wendy rammed her cunt as hard as she could into his face.
At the same time, she lowered her own. She kissed wetly at his balls, her tongue shooting out and tasting them. She swirled her tongue about his balls eagerly, then pulled them into her mouth. She sucked her son’s balls gently at first, then harder as the rapture flowed hotter through her. She purred as she sucked his balls deeply, and worked het ass up and down, squirming her cunt at his tongue and lips.
They moaned and whimpered often, making wet sounds with hungry mouths. They squeezed each other’s asscheeks with eager fingers. Wendy spread her knees outward as far as she could, her cunt in her son’s face. She let his balls fall from her mouth, and the tongue lapped about them again. She could feel his cock throbbing against her tits, feel it burn her flesh. She spread his ass wide, and with a moan, shoved her face into the crack. Her lips kissed about his asshole.
Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and slit licked the smoothness of his inner ass, circling his asshole teasingly. She moaned and thrashed on top of him, her cunt squirming at his mouth. She closed her open lips around the crinkle of his asshole and sucked it. Tony gasped into her cunt, and Wendy sucked his asshole as hard as she could. She moved the tip of her tongue about it, her fingers trying to spread his ass wider.
Feverishly, Wendy licked about her son’s asshole. She licked from his balls, over his puckered asshole to the base of his spine, then feverishly back again. The taste of him sent wild, wanton heat through her body. With a moan, she began to suck and lick at her son’s asshole with hot hunger, thrashing her cunt about his face. She lifted her ass, then plunged it down again, fucking at her son’s face. She moaned into his ass with ecstasy. Her hands pulled hard at the cheeks. Burying her mouth as tight as she could into her son’s ass, she pressed her tongue at the tight ring. She wiggled it and pushed, and felt his asshole give. With a muffled cry of pleasure, Wendy pushed her tongue as deep as she could into her son’s asshole, and began to fuck him that way.
Tony was gasping into her juicy cunt, his hands clutching her ass tightly as he sucked and licked with greedy wet sounds. His cock throbbed between her hot tits, dripping until both of them were slippery where the head was Wendy whimpered as she tongue fucked her son in his asshole, her tongue ramming in and out, her lips sucking. She gave soft cries of wanton delight when she felt his asshole grip her tongue. She humped her ass up and down, fucking her cunt at his mouth and tongue, feeling a tremendous orgasm growing in the pit of her stomach. It excited her to feel her son’s hands grip her naked ass, pull her cunt into his face. It excited her to feel his cock throbbing between her tits, but it excited her most of all to have her tongue up his hot, young asshole. His balls were writhing hotly against her neck. She began to strain harder into his mouth as her cunt burned toward orgasm.
Making soft, muffled sobs, Wendy plunged her tongue in and out of her son’s asshole, squirming her crotch hard at his face. She moaned as he pulled the cheeks of her ass open, feeling his nose snorting hot air across the crinkle of her asshole. She stretched her long legs back, straight past his head, and humped her hips up and down fucking his tongue as if it were his cock. Hungrily, she pulled her tongue from his asshole and lapped feverishly about it again.
“Ohhh, I’m about to come, Tony!” she cried out. “Make me come! Ohhhh, lick my cunt! Suck Mother’s hot pussy and wake me come!” She rammed her tongue beck into his asshole, driving it in and out as she pounded her cunt up and down at his mouth. Her fever was so intense, she never considered she might be bruising her son’s mouth. Tony, however, clung to her humping ass tightly, sucking as hard as he could at her cunt. Hot juices rolled past his lips and over his chocks. He tasted the increase of juice in his mother’s cunt, and sucked as hard as he could with his tongue buried deeply.
Wendy cried as she thrashed into his face, her tongue pushing and pulling on his asshole. She hugged him upward, tight into her face. With a hot moan, she smashed her cunt down hard, and came.
Tony felt the spasms of his mother’s cunt on his tongue, and held it deep while her orgasm roared against his face. His cock was jerking between them, and his asshole was pipping her tongue. His balls swelled up tightly, and suddenly he, too, was coming. He was spraying hot comejuice over his mother’s tits and his stomach.
Wendy felt it, but her cunt was contracting so strongly. She smashed even harder into his mouth as she came. Comejuice from his cock drenched them both. She remained with her cunt pressing into his face until the contractions slowed, then stopped. She shivered with pleasure as she relaxed, and pulled her tongue out of his asshole. She ran her tongue up and down the insides of his thighs, then licked at his empty balls.
Finally, she rolled from him, breathing harshly. Then she sat up and looked at the gleaming juices between her tits and on his stomach. Tony was still breathing hard, his smooth chest lifting and falling. His face was coated with her cunt juices, and he was grinning as if he had accomplished something no one else ever had.
Running her hand over her tits, through his comejuice, Wendy licked her palm and fingers. She giggled.
“It tastes so good,” she purred. “Even if you did come all over my tits, it tastes as good as if you came in my mouth.”
“You’re nasty, Mom,” Tony laughed.
“Oh, you better believe I am!” She grinned wickedly. “I can be real nasty when I’m in the mood.”
She leaned over her son and lapped at the juice on his stomach. His cock had softened by now, and she touched the tip of her tongue to the small pisshole, making her son jerk.
“We don’t need a cloth,” she said, running her tongue through the juices on his flesh. “I can use my tongue like a cloth, see?”
She licked up the juices on his stomach, swirling her tongue through them, swallowing. She licked all over his stomach, dipping into his belly button where comejuice had pooled.
“See what I mean?” she laughed wantonly, her lips glistening.
“I see,” he laughed with her. “But how are you going to lick your tits clean, Mom?”
“I’m not,” she said. “I can’t lick my own tits. But I can do this.”
She cleaned her tits with her hands, then licked them.
“That’s what I mean… you’re nasty,” Tony laughed.
“I can get much nastier,” she purred, fondling his empty balls.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wendy began to dwell on the things she and her father had done when she was young. The more she thought about it, the more unfair it had seemed to her. She was sure her father had been very frustrated, despite the many times he had jacked off onto her stomach, or the times she had taken his thick, long cock in her little hand and jerked him off.
No man could be satisfied for long with a handjob, Wendy felt.
There might be a few, but she had no interest in a man that wanted only a handjob. A cock, hard and ready, belonged inside a hot, wet cunt, or a greedy mouth. She smiled, and added: or a tight asshole.
She bathed for a long time while her son was off at his football practice again. She loved hot water, the feel of a soft, fragrant soap on her skin. Her skin was so smooth and satiny, and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could. She knew her son would eventually start looking at the creamy-fleshed young girls soon enough, and she also knew when it happened, she would be unable to compete with those tight, curvy bodies. But until her son lost interest in her body, she was going to keep it as pliable and exciting as she could.
Drying herself, she slipped into a fresh pair of bikini panties, white ones with delicate pink roses along the front. Sliding a tight skirt over her hips, she zipped it then slipped her arms into a lacy blouse. She looked as good as any tight assed teenaged girl, she was pleased to see in her mirror. For the time being, her tits still stood high and firm, and her ass protruded delicious ly. The slit of her skirt showed an expanse of smooth, slim thigh. Stepping into heels, she then applied a faint coat of lipstick
, using no other makeup. She brushed her long hair until it gleamed. Wendy didn’t think older women were attractive with long hair, but she had a few years to go before she was in that class, she told herself.
Knowing her son would not be home for a couple of hours, she drove to her father’s house for a short visit. She had not seen him in a couple of months, and felt guilty about it. Even though still young, he had time on his hands. He had retired too early, he kept complaining, but when Wendy suggested he find work, he refused, saying no one wanted a man his age. Now, he worked in his flower garden behind the house, growing prize-winning roses.
She found her father in the flower garden. He was sitting on his heels, weeding and fertilizing.
“Daddy,” she said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “I’ve been worried about you. I had to visit.”
“Worried about me?” he asked, his eyes twinkling up at his daughter. “Why worry about me?”
Wendy saw his still-handsome face, and felt love for him. She stood at his side, rubbing her hands through his hair, amazed that there was no sign of gray yet. His hands were dirty from his work, so he didn’t touch her.
“Not worried, really,” she said. “Just concerned.”
“Where’s that boy of yours?”
“Where else? Football practice.”
“He’s getting big, isn’t he?” her father said. “You better keep a close eye on him, Wendy. One of those cute little girls is going to grab him one of these days.”
“Keep an eye on him?” she teased. “I’d rather let him have fun.”
“Oh?”
Her father looked up at her, his eyes taking in the thrust of her tits, seeing the dark peaks of her nipples, then down at her flat stomach and rounded hips. His eyes paused on the bit of flesh that was exposed by the slit of her skirt.
“You know how boys are,” she said, pleased that he was looking at her body after all this time. “They get horny, Daddy.”
“It’s not just boys that get horny,” he said softly.
“Daddy, why don’t you marry again?”
“I don’t want to,” he replied.
“Then get a girlfriend.”
“I don’t want a girlfriend, either,” he said, turning back to his roses. “Too much trouble. Once you take them out a time or two, the next thing you know, they’re moving in with you, and there it is. A man can end up with a wife before he knows what happened.”
Wendy squatted at his side. She knew it was a provocative squat, but that was her intention. She didn’t keep her knees closed. The skirt fell away from her thigh, almost to her hip. She watched her father trying to avoid looking at her now.
“Daddy,” she said softly, “Is there anything… anything at all, that I can do for you?”
She saw his shoulder shake, and placed her hand on it.
“I’ll do anything you need, Daddy,” she went on softly, a suggestive tone in her voice.
“Maybe you should be the one to marry again, Wendy,” he replied after a time. “Maybe you’re getting a little horny, yourself.”
“No, Daddy.” She smiled. “I’m okay.”
She caressed his shoulder through his shirt, feeling him tremble.
“Daddy, how do you cope?” she asked. “I mean, I know you’re a sensual man. What are you doing for sex?”
Her father shook as his breathing increased, but he poked at the soil and didn’t look at her, not answer her.
“You’re not… you know, playing with yourself, are you?”
“That was a long time ago, Wendy,” he said, his voice very low.
“I know when it was, Daddy,” she purred, rubbing his back.
“But to answer your question…” He didn’t finish. He had turned to look at her, and saw between her thighs. He saw the crotch of his daughter’s panties, saw them puffed out with her cunt. He drew in a deep breath, and stared openly, feeling his cock swell in his pants.
Wendy ran her other hand up her father’s thigh, slowly. She stopped before her fingers touched his obviously hard cock. “Daddy… I’m a big girl now.”
“I know,” he whispered, staring between her thighs.
“And I need more then masturbation now,” she went on. “Remember those times you came on my stomach?”
“Wendy, that was a long time…”
“Daddy, it was fun,” she said, working her fingers higher on his thigh. “I loved doing those things with you, and you know I did. I never once felt ashamed of it, or of you.”
“Wendy…”
Her fingers touched his cock through his pants, and he stopped breathing. She spread her knees wider.
“See how big I am now, Daddy?” she murmured huskily. “I have hair now, Daddy, and nice tits too. I’ve got a son and no husband. But I don’t want a husband, either. You don’t want a girlfriend and I don’t want a boyfriend. What are we to do, Daddy? We still get horny, don’t we?”
Her father started to turn his eyes from her crotch. Wendy caught his chin and held his face toward her. “It’s okay to look at me, Daddy. You’ve been looking at me since I was a young girl. You’ve been jacking off on my stomach. You’ve let me jack you of. I haven’t changed, Daddy. I don’t think you have, either.”
Holding his chin in one hand, Wendy slipped her palm over his cock, closing her fingers, feeling it so hard through his pants.
“Look up my skirt, Daddy.”
When she released his chin, he didn’t turn away, but stared under her skirt at her tight panties. Wendy squeezed her father’s cock hard, making him moan. She drew her other hand between her legs, and ran the tip of a finger along the crotch of her panties, pressing them into her pussy so her father could see the outline of it. She stroked his cock as best she could through his pants, and slipped a finger into her panties, then pulled them to one side, showing her hairy cunt to his steaming eyes.
“See, I’ve grown up a lot,” she said in a breathless voice. “I’ve got a lot of soft hair on my pussy now.” She exposed her clit. “You never touched me, Daddy. Not once did you ever touch my cunt. Oh, I wanted you to touch my pussy and feel it and play with it so much, but you never did. Daddy… feel my cunt now.”
Her father began to tremble, but his cock seemed to increase with hardness in her hand. Knowing she was going to have to urge him more, she began to open his pants. He didn’t resist her, nor protest. He stared up between her legs at her cunt, her panties caught to one side, as she opened his pants and pulled his thick cock out. With a soft moan of remembered pleasure, Wendy clutched her father’s cock hard, seeing the head bulge up, his pisshole leaking juicily. She pumped her fist up and down.
“Daddy, you’re just like I remember… so hard, so long, so thick.”
“Wendy…” he moaned.
Holding his cock, Wendy grabbed his hand, ignoring the dirt. She drew it up her thigh, smearing her flesh with the dirt.
“Touch me, Daddy,” she urged in a hot whisper.
“My hands are dirty, Wendy,” he groaned. “I don’t care,” she answered, pulling his hand to her cunt. “Feel me, Daddy. Feel me up… feel my cunt!”
She pumped his cock as she drew his fingers to her pussy. She pressed his palm into her cunt, her hand covering his to hold it there. “See how hot my cunt is, Daddy? It’s always been a hot cunt. God, I wanted you to feel my cunt so many time, and you wouldn’t do it. Feel, it now, Daddy. Rub my pussy… play with it. You want to touch my cunt, Daddy. You wanted to touch my cunt a long time ago. Touch it and play with it, feel of it. See how hot and wet my cunt is, Daddy?”
“God, Wendy!” he gasped, pressing his palm into her pussy. “I’m getting you dirty.”
“I don’t care,” she purred, jacking on his throbbing cock. “I can wash later, I just want you to feel me up, to play with my cunt. Please, Daddy, play with my cunt!”
While her father rubbed at her cunt, she stroked his cock, running her palm over the big head, feeling him drip. She breathed with excitement as she stroked his prick,
squeezing it.
“Put your hand inside my panties, Daddy,” she urged hotly.
His hand shaking, he slipped it into her panties, and ran his fingers through the lush, soft hair, then across her clit.
“Oooohhh, Daddy!” Wendy squealed.
Her cunt immediately went into contractions.
“You’re making me come, Daddy!”
He felt his daughter’s cunt in spasms, and rubbed at her clit firmly to keep her orgasm going. He stared between her shaking thighs, his cock almost ready to burst into her hand. While she came, Wendy clutched her father’s cock tightly, but not moving up and down. Her orgasm was intense, making he weak, her eyes half closed as she squealed.
When the spasms slowed, she looked into her father’s face with glowing eyes. “That’s the first time you ever touched my cunt, Daddy, and you see what happens? I come!”
He grinned at her. “I should have played with your little pussy long ago, Wendy. I sure wanted to.”
“I know you should have, Daddy,” she said, and kissed him, stroking his cock again. “Now you have to make up for all those times you didn’t.”
She squatted with her knees wide, and looked dawn as her father’s hand, inside her panties, rubbed at her pussy. She held her breath as he pushed his middle finger into her cunt.
“Oohhh, Daddy, fingerfuck it!”
He stabbed his finger in and out, listening to the juicy sounds. His cock throbbed with hardness as she pumped it.
“Hot little cunt, baby,” he said softly. “Such a hot little cunt!”
“It’s always been a hot cunt,” she answered, “ever since you jacked off on my stomach in the shower.”
He looked up at the sun. “We shouldn’t be doing this out here,” he said. “Let’s go in the house, Wendy.”
“No!” she hissed. “I don’t want to stop. I want to make you come now, Daddy. You made me come, and now it’s my turn to make you come.”
Her father, still sitting on his heels, panted as she pumped on his cock. He was dripping so much the shaft was slippery with juices, and her fist jerked up and down easily. Wendy gazed at the swollen head, watching his pisshole flare, gleam in the sunlight.
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