Tommy twisted his ass about, and. Donna turned his balls loose. She took a long, hot, quick swipe of her tongue into his ass, scraping it against his crinkled asshole.
Tommy groaned, pushing his ass into her face. At the same time that his mother began to suck and probe his asshole with her tongue, he spread the creamy flesh of her ass, and without hesitation, pressed his lips to her asshole and sucked it hard, his tongue plunging past the ring.
Donna wailed into her son’s ass when she felt him tonguefucking her ass, his chin pushed against the wet, puffy lips of her cunt. She stiffened her tongue and pushed, sending it deep into her son’s asshole.
They clung excitedly to each other, tonguing hot asshole vigorously, in and out, around and around. She liked the way his asshole closed on her tongue, squeezing it, and she wondered if her asshole had done that to his cock.
Feeling her son’s tongue dart in and out of her asshole, she thrashed, legs flung wide apart.
Tommy was on his knees, pushing his asshole to her sucking lips, his balls and cock hot on her chin and swollen tits. His chin was drenched in the juices of his mother’s cunt, sliding about just inside the hairy opening. His tongue started moving from her asshole to her cunt, sucking both, fucking both.
Donna started shaking all over, her ecstasy becoming intense. She pulled her tongue out of his asshole and his balls slid across her thrusting tongue. When the throbbing cock shaft moved along her tongue, she caught the head of his cock and sucked it, her hands clutching his ass.
Tommy, very excited, began to fuck his mother’s mouth, sliding his cock back and forth between her hotly gripping lips. He kept up his relentless tonguefucking of her cunt and asshole, going from one to the other.
Donna sucked hard on his cock as he fucked her face, straining her cunt to his mouth. The sensation of his tongue sliding into her asshole, then her cunt, increased the wild, erotic fire inside her. The muscles of her stomach were rippling now, and a strong orgasm was bubbling deep inside her cunt.
She held her head still, her lips tight, loving the burning tingle of her son’s cock sliding between her lips. She arched and strained her pussy and asshole to his face while swallowing her son’s juices.
Tommy licked from his mother’s bulging clit, across the very juicy slit of her cunt, then to her asshole again. As he plunged his tongue into her asshole. Donna couldn’t hold back.
She let out a muffled scream as her cunt convulsed, the hairy lips trying to suck his chin inside, while her asshole made rippling, squeezing motions about his darting tongue. She flung her uplifted legs very wide, wanting her son’s tongue as far up her asshole as she could get it while she came.
Tommy, his tongue sucked by his mother’s asshole, fucked with even more vigorous strokes into her mouth. His balls bounced along Donna’s eyes and nose. Then, unable to resist the strong urge to push, Tommy went deep into her mouth, the head of his cock against the back of her throat. He came.
The hot gush of Tommy’s come juice burned in her throat, and to her surprise, Donna found she could swallow his juices without any problem while upside down. She sucked hard, draining his balls, her fingers massaging his ass as if this would make him come more. He kept his tongue deep in her ass while he came in her mouth, and Donna’s cunt contracted time and again in a series of fiery, exploding orgasms, her legs flung as wide apart as possible, so her son could bury his face into the expanse of her cunt.
She held his cock in her mouth until it was soft, then caressed it with her tongue gently. Tommy had pulled his tongue out of her asshole, and was now kissing every inch of her flesh from her spine to her clit, sucking at her flesh tenderly.
After a while, Tommy pulled away from her, standing up and looking down at her. “You’re in a very strange position, Mom. How did we get turned around this way?”
“I don’t know,” she said softly, her ass high and legs still wide open. “Do you like seeing me this way, my ass up and legs spread out so my cunt shows?”
He grinned. “I sure do! You’re beautiful from every end, Mom.”
She slowly straightened around, sliding her panties from her body and tossing them to him playfully as she sat down on the couch.
“You almost sucked my asshole raw!” She grinned. “Almost as sore as you made my cunt yesterday.”
Tommy grinned, proud of himself. “Want me to get you something to drink, Mom?”
Donna ran her tongue wickedly over her lips. “I think I just had a drink… out of your cock.”
“I’m thirsty,” he said, peeling his shorts off and dropping them on the floor before he left the room.
Donna watched his ass, still licking her lips. Tasting his whole had been a real turn-on for her. As she sat there, she saw the piece of paper Keith had given her earlier. She looked at it, remembering his pleasure at finding her naked under her tennis skirt. She grinned widely, reaching for the telephone.
When she heard his voice, she smiled. “Hi, would you like to fuck me, suck me, or smell my panties?”
A low chuckle came over the phone. “Whatever turns you on, I’m for it.”
“Somehow I knew you would,” Donna said, fondling her cunt as she spoke to him. “I hope I didn’t catch you doing something, like licking your daughter’s bicycle seat, Keith.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Not a thing that I know of,” she purred. “I just thought a man like you would find something more exciting to lick.”
“Oh? Like what?”
“Cunt.”
“You’re blunt if anything, aren’t you, Donna?” Keith laughed. “But you’re right. There are much nicer things to lick then bicycle seats, like hot-flesh seats.”
“Mmmmm, sounds exciting,” she purred.
“Maybe I could lick your seat,” he suggested.
“Maybe,” she mewled softly into the phone. “But I’m a hot woman, Keith. I might want more than just that.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Oh, I love to have my seat licked,” she said, “but I have something very hot, very wet, and quite hairy that loves a nice tongue in it, too.”
“You do? What would that be, Donna?”
“My cunt, Keith,” she purred. “My hot, wet cunt. It’s hot right now, and I’m sitting here feeling it. Wouldn’t you love to feel my cunt, maybe suck it, Keith?”
As his eager answer came over the phone, Donna saw her son coming back with his soft drink. Tommy arched his eyes in question, and she pointed to the piece of paper with the phone and address on it. He grinned as sat beside her, leaning over when his mother held the phone so they both could hear.
“What if I already have a cunt to suck?” Keith said.
“I bet you do have a cunt to suck,” Donna said softly. “I bet your daughter has a very sweet, soft, hot cunt. Tell me, Keith, is Judy’s pussy smooth and very wet?”
“Very.”
“And do you stick your tongue up your daughter’s tender little cunt and fuck her, make her come?”
“Judy comes easy and quick,” he replied.
“Does she lick your big cock?” Donna asked, reaching for her son’s cock and balls. “Does your daughter suck on your big cock and make you squirt?”
“Donna, this conversation is getting nasty,” Keith said, with a chuckle.
“Ooooh, I know! Isn’t that nice?”
“Where’s your son?”
“Right here with me, his cock in my hand,” she answered. “Where’s your daughter?”
“In the tub.”
“And you’re not with her? Keith, shame on you.”
“I was washing her when I had to answer this dirty phone call.”
“Washing her what?”
“Washing her cunt… with my tongue.”
“Ooooh, Keith! That’s beautiful!”
“Have you thought about meeting us?”
“All the time.” Donna grinned at her son, feeling his cock harden in her pumping hand. “Keith, I have to hang up. Tommy�
��s trying to fuck me, and I can’t talk on the phone and fuck at the same time.”
“Do it, Donna,” Keith urged in a thick voice. “Fuck his young cock dry!”
“Mmmmm, I will,” she purred. “Bye, Keith.”
She turned to Tommy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was very hot, and Donna was sweating lightly as she rode her bike. Tommy was behind her, watching her. He enjoyed seeing her firm, high tits beneath her T-shirt, her nipples pushing out in darker colors at the garment. Of course, in her tennis skirts she never wore the tights that came with them, only her panties, and they too were the skimpiest pair possible.
Today she had on a pair of nylon running shorts, slit along each hip, very high.
The elastic of her panties showed at the top of the slit, and Tommy seemed to like that. Unlike most of her shafts that were very tight at the crotch, the ones she wore today were looser, deliberately looser. When she swung her legs onto the bike leaving the house, she had flashed her hairy cunt to her son, getting a big grin of appreciation from him.
They rode slowly, lazily, along the bike path, Donna wondering if they would see Keith and his pretty daughter again. Tommy was absorbed in watching his mother’s thighs and twisting ass, his cock already half hard inside his shorts. He wasn’t thinking about seeing Judy, only watching his mother.
Donna, remembering her conversation on the phone with Keith, was getting very wet between her thighs. The rub of her cunt on the bike seat helped, and her unusually long clit was vibrating in a delicious tingle. Now and then she glanced back at her son, who would grin and waggle his tongue at her.
Reaching the small rest stop, Donna was disappointed to see it empty. She racked her bike and shoved coins into the soft-drink machine, taking two cans from it.
Tommy sat at one of the benches, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. She stood at his shoulders, sipping her drink, looking up and down the bike trail.
“You wanna see him again, Mom?”
“Am I that obvious?” She smiled at him.
“I think so,” Tommy said, running the cold can over his forehead. “From the way you talked on the phone, it’s only a matter of time.”
“Time for what?”
“Before you fuck him.”
Donna searched her son’s expression for signs of jealousy, but saw none. “Would it bother you if I did, honey?”
Tommy shook his head. “If that’s what you want, I don’t mind, Mom.”
She hugged him against her damp T-shirt, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “He may not want me… if he sees how long my clitoris is.”
“Why?” Tommy asked. “I love to play with it.”
“Some men are turned off by it, baby.”
“Then they’re nuts,” he said, sliding his hand up her thigh from behind, his fingers sliding into her shorts and rubbing at her cunt tenderly, feeling her long clit respond with little throbs. “They don’t know what they’re missing.”
She purred with pleasure while he rubbed her cunt, looking up and down the trail. “I wonder why there’s no one else out today.”
“It must be too hot for them,” Tommy said.
“Not for me. I love it hot.”
“I know, and not just the weather, either, Mom!” Tommy laughed and pushed his finger up her cunt, making her squeal softly.
“Mmmmm, do that to me!” she murmured, spreading her feet.
Tommy fucked his finger in and out of his mother’s cunt as she stood there, her hips swaying in passion. The moist sounds of his finger were exciting to both of them.
“Stop!” she said suddenly, pushing his hand out of her shorts. “Someone’s coming along the path!”
Tommy pulled his finger out of her pussy and licked it. They could hear the sounds of someone riding slowly just around the bend.
Then Keith came into view, sweat glistening on his bare cheat and thighs. Donna’s face lit up as she smiled a greeting to him.
“Hi, gang,” Keith said, racking his bike and sitting at the table across from Donna and Tommy. “I wasn’t sure you’d be out in this heat, but I took a chance.”
“Where’s your daughter?” Donna asked. “Is it too hot for her?”
“She’s spending the day with her mother,” Keith replied, eyeing Donna’s thrusting tits, the way her nipples almost showed through the dampness. “Once a week she visits with her mother.”
“That’s wonderful,” Donna said.
“Not so wonderful,” Keith replied. “Judy can’t stand her mother, but it’s an obligation.”
Donna was still holding her son’s head against one of her tits. She ran her hand through his hair, gazing at Keith.
“You know, Donna, I don’t have your phone number.”
“Or my address,” she remarked. Donna smiled. “Remember the problem I mentioned before?”
Keith nodded.
Tommy knew what his mother was doing, and he pulled his head from her cunt, sipping his soft drink and watching them. Donna stood on the opposite side of the table, her feet still parted slightly.
“Men don’t like it,” she said slowly. “But Tommy loves it.”
“Donna, don’t be so mysterious,” Keith said. “Whatever your problem is, we can work it out.”
“Are you one of those men that will stick it into anything as long as it’s wet and tight and hot, Keith?” Donna asked. “If you are, then we won’t be seeing each other again.”
“I don’t have to chase women,” he said. “I don’t chase women. Why should I? You know my involvement with Judy.”
“But you’re not fucking her, Keith,” Donna said. “Judy and Tommy have already talked, and I know you’re not fucking her.”
Keith smiled. “But we sure do other things.”
“And if you’re not getting it into her little twat,” Donna went on boldly, “then you could be pussy-deprived.”
“And therefore I chase women, right?”
Donna nodded.
“Which means that if you don’t like what my problem is, you don’t need me, and we can’t work it out. You have enough pussy.”
Keith glanced at Tommy, then back at Donna. “I’d say you were getting plenty as it is, Donna. Tommy knows what this mysterious problem is, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.”
“Tommy is my son,” she said as if that explained it all.
“Will you ever get around to telling me what it is?” he asked. “Or are you going to keep up the mystery?”
Donna lifted her foot, placing it on the bench. Keith’s eyes looked along the satiny flesh of her inner thigh right at her crotch. The crotch of her shorts was pulled slightly to one side, exposing some enticing curls of pussy hair, but not her cunt.
“Maybe you’d prefer to see,” she said, sliding her finger along the leg of her shorts.
Keith held his breath, gazing steadily at her finger, not knowing what to expect. Tommy, too, was watching his reaction.
Donna shivered as she toyed with the leg of her shorts. She slowly pulled her shorts aside, exposing the lush curls of her cunt. Keith sucked in his breath, his eyes taking on a gleam of hunger. Holding her shorts to one side, Donna slipped her other hand through the soft hair of her cunt, then slowly parted the moist, pink lips of her pussy.
Keith gasped as be stared at Donna’s long clit. “That’s the problem,” she said softly, making her clit bulge even more by pressing along the sides of it. “Now you know.”
“That’s a problem?” Keith asked in low voice.
“Isn’t it enough?” Donna asked, starting to cover her cunt.
“No, wait!” he said quickly. “Let me look!” Donna jerked her shorts wide, flinging her bent knee outward and jutting her cunt forward. “Then look! Isn’t it disgusting?”
“God, no!” Keith gasped. “It’s beautiful, Donna!”
“Sure it is, until you find it in your mouth, then you think it’s like a cock.”
“I get a banana in my mouth, too, but I never t
hought of it as a cock, Donna. Pussy is pussy, and your pussy is gorgeous.”
“Do you mean that?” she asked. “Really mean it?”
Keith glanced at Tommy, then back at Donna. “Want me to show you what I think of it?”
Donna began to tremble. She climbed onto the table, holding her shorts to one side, pushing her cunt toward, him. “Show me! Suck it and show me!”
Keith ran his hands up the backs of Donna’s thighs and pushed his face into her cunt, sucking at her long cunt, his tongue darting and licking.
As his hands moved into her shorts to cup her naked ass, Donna gasped loudly, grabbing the back of his head and whipping her cunt back and forth against his sucking mouth.
Tommy watched, his cock becoming very hard.
Keith’s tongue made juicy sounds as he lapped Donna’s cunt, delving inside. Donna gasped and whimpered with delight, staring down at the top of his head with slitted eyes.
“Ohhhh, Keith!” she wailed, grinding wantonly. “You’re going to make me come so soon! Lick me… suck me!”
Keith wrapped his lips about her long clitoris, sucking hard, his tongue whipping back and forth on the tip. Donna yelped as the strong suction on her clit sent a hot jolt of ecstasy through her body.
When Keith dug into her ass tightly, puffing as hard as he could on her clitoris, Donna came. Her cunt contracted so quickly, so powerfully, she was unprepared for it. She screamed, and her knees weakened.
Keith’s tongue slid up through the sift hairs of her cunt over her rippling shorts, then as she squatted lewdly on the table, Donna pulled her T-shirt up and outward, over her head. Keith quickly began sucking at one of her stiff nipples, one of his hands still holding her ass, the other at her cunt, rubbing at the hot wetness until she started calming down.
“Oh, that was so good, Keith!” Donna sighed. She cupped his face and smashed her lips against his, kissing him wetly for the first time. “But it was too fast. You made me come too fast.”
Keith looked at her, his eyes bright, grinning. “If that’s your problem, Donna, I’d say you were one lucky woman.”
“You mean that?”
“I mean it,” he replied, puffing at her clit gently.
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