She kissed his cock, her lips barely covering his pisshole. She created suction, and drew his juices into her mouth, her hand gripping his hot young balls.
“Mom, you better not do that!” Billy cried out, but couldn’t pull away. He was rigid, shaking, but rigid.
Misty drew back, looking up at her son. “Why not? Doesn’t it feel good, darling. It sure tastes good.”
“Because… Mom, because… ohhh!” His cock gushed, spraying his mother in the face. Squirt after squirt splashed over her cheeks, her nose, her chin and forehead.
“Oh, I see,” Misty giggled wantonly, taking his come juice into her face with pleasure.
She manipulated his balls as he came, his cock jerking up and down, spewing rapidly. The wetness of his come juice dripped down her face, onto her sweater, and her cunt began to lurch and squeeze, her cunt knotted.
“Oooooh, my pussy!” she gasped, her hand on his hip suddenly jerking downward, her palm cupping her pantied cunt. “Oh, my pussy! I’m coming, too, Billy! Mother’s pussy… ohhh, squirt it in my face, darling! Come in mother’s face!”
As he finished, Billy’s legs were very weak. He couldn’t stand, and slumped to the floor, his mother’s hand sliding from his balls. He looked between her knees, watching her hand rub up and down swiftly at her cunt. Her panties twisted and moved under her hand, exposing her bushy cunt, then hiding it, showing it again.
As she rubbed her spasming cunt, Misty smeared her son’s come juice over her face, licking her hand and moaning softly with ecstasy.
CHAPTER THREE
Misty had put on a fresh pair of panties, a pale-blue, bikini cut. Otherwise she still had on what she wore earlier, even her sweater with the spots near her tits.
She and Billy sat outside, underneath a large umbrella, at a small drive-in, fast-food place. They were on a corner, and traffic was heavy, both pedestrian and automobile. She sat facing the sidewalk, her son at her side, sipping soft drinks, the remains of hamburgers on the table. She had her legs crossed beneath it, but anyone passing them could see her legs.
It was dusk, and the street lights were coming on.
Billy was as excited as his mother was. He kept asking when she was going to show her pussy, whispering in her ear so no one could overhear his words.
“I’ve already opened my legs a few times, baby,” she said.
“You didn’t tell me, Mom.”
“Well, I did, just the same,” she grinned. “You should go out to the sidewalk if you want to see me do it. How can you see sitting next to me?”
Billy got up and walked to the sidewalk, turning to face her, leaning against a lamp post. Misty smiled at him, spreading her legs under the table, very wide. She saw his eyes light up as she saw her panties, giving him a lewd wink. She noticed a car had been driving by the same corner often, apparently going around the block. She watched it drive by again, and saw the teenaged face of a good-looking boy looking at her. She held her legs very wide, and as the boy paused for the traffic light, slipped her hand down and deliberately rubbed her pantied cunt. Billy thought she was doing it for him, not knowing the boy in the car was behind him, looking hard.
As the boy turned the corner, Misty motioned her son back to the table.
“Did you see me?” she asked, grinning lewdly.
He nodded, grinning back.
“So did the guy in the car behind you,” she told him. “He’s been circling the block to look at me.”
“I didn’t know that, Mom.”
“I told you I was opening my legs.”
As they finished the drinks, Misty saw the car pull into the parking area and stop. Suddenly she was nervous. She had not counted on anyone, especially a teenaged boy, to be so bold after seeing her expose herself.
“Let’s go,” she said, getting up.
She hurried to the car, her son behind her, watching her long legs flash under the short skirt, the exciting bunching of her ass. She climbed under the wheel of her car as Billy got in on the other side. Before she started the car, she looked out the window and saw the teenaged driver leaning on the fender of his car, about two spaces away.
Misty could not miss the bulging hard-on the guy’s jeans. She gripped the steering wheel hard, staring at the boy’s hard-on, her cunt vibrating, drenching her panties. This was exactly what she had wanted to do — make a guy get a nice hard-on by pecking at her. But there was something she had not counted on. She was steaming, burning up, her cunt about to explode with an orgasm. That, too, was what she warned to feel. But as she stared at the boy, who was jutting his hips forward to show off his hard-on, Misty swallowed hard, her tongue moving over her lips.
It was a bit darker now, and she began to shake when the teenaged boy started moving toward her, his cock pushing out so beautifully in his jeans. He came boldly, stopping at the door, leaning down to look in at her. He glanced at Billy, then at Misty’s sweatered tits. Billy watched him, wondering what his mother was doing. The boy reached in and cupped one of Misty’s tits, causing her to moan softly. She made no effort to push his hand away, but sat there while he felt her tits through her sweater. Her cunt was on fire, about to come, and her ass squirmed on the seat of the car. She felt no fear, only an intense, unbearable excitement. Her son watching this strange teenaged boy feel her tits made it more exciting, too.
The boy turned her tits loose and stepped back. Misty and her son watched as he unzipped his pants, and pulled out a long, thick cock, a very hard cock. Misty’s eyes slitted, and she swallowed wetly, her tongue again moving across her lips as she stared at the big cock.
Then the boy pushed his prick through the window of the car.
Misty made a low, thick gurgling sound, shoving her mouth toward the boy’s cock.
“Mom, are you gonna…” Billy gasped. But by then Misty had her lips around the head of the boy’s cock, sucking hard, moaning deep in her throat, still gripping the steering wheel. Billy watched his mother sucking the boy’s cock. He was so excited to see this that his own cock bulged in his pants.
“Suck it, lady!” the teenaged boy encouraged Misty, his hands gripping the door of the car. “Suck my cock good!”
Misty made a whimpering sound, pushing her mouth far onto the boy’s throbbing cock, feeling it brush her throat, her tongue swirling hungrily. She made wet sounds, bobbing her face back and forth, her lips sliding on the hot cock. Billy, so excited to see his mother sucking a hard cock, slipped close to her, watching with hot eyes. His hand brushed one of his mother’s naked thighs, and Misty shivered as she felt it there. One hand came off the steering wheel, grabbing her sons wrist and puffing his hand under her short skirt, clasping his palm on her pantied cunt.
She spread her legs wide open, sucking on the cock. She rubbed her son’s palm up and down her drenched panties, rubbing her cunt with it. She moaned and whimpered with passion as the boy standing outside the car began to thrust back and forth, fucking her mouth as she sucked him.
Taking her hand off her son’s wrist, she fished blindly at his lap, and found his cock throbbing in his pants. Billy moaned and shoved his hand down the elastic waist of his mother’s panties, through the soft hair of her cunt to the wet slit. Misty sobbed, her mouth filled with hard cock, and freed her son’s cock from his pants. She gripped Billy’s cock hard as she felt her son plunge a finger into her slippery cunt, fucking in and out. Her eyes fluttered, and she saw her son with his face close to hers, watching her mouth gobbling the hard-on. She flung her legs wide, pushing her pussy onto his penetrating finger, and began to jack up and down on her son’s cock.
“Suck my cock, lady!” the teenaged boy urged, reaching into the window and clutching the back of Misty’s head. “Eat my hard prick, you cocksucker! Eat my come… I’m going to come in your fucking hot mouth, lady! You want my cock… my come juice… you’re going to get it!”
Misty sucked frantically, the friction of her son’s finger inside her flexing cunt creating a wildness she wanted. Her fist gripped
her son’s cock very hard, jerking up and down swiftly. The teenaged cock in her mouth was so hot, so hard, and she wanted him to squirt, to spew his juices down her throat. Her eyes opened and closed, seeing her son’s excitement on his face as she sucked wantonly. His finger pounding in and out of her pussy was driving her as wild as sucking this strange cock was.
The boy outside the car grunted, pushing his cock deep into Misty’s mouth. The fiery spurt of his juices splashed into her throat, burning deliciously as she gulped it down. While the boy came in her mouth, her cunt rippled, then exploded. She groaned as her orgasm whipped through her, her pussy clamping about her son’s buried finger. She gulped wetly as the spewing juices of the boy’s cock, no longer jacking on her son’s prick, but clutching it as tightly as she could.
When she had drained the teenaged boy’s balls, he pulled his cock from her mouth, stuffing it into his pants. He leaned down and looked in, seeing Billy’s hand inside her panties, her fist gripping his cock. He grinned at Misty.
“That was damn good blow job, cunt!” he said. “I’ve never had anyone that could suck cock so good. See you around again, maybe.”
After the boy drove off, Misty sat there, holding her son’s cock tightly, her pussy pulsating about his still-buried finger. Her lips felt bruised and puffy, the taste of the boy’s come juice lingering in her mouth.
“My God,” she whispered finally. “I didn’t expect anything like that. I… Billy, we better get home.”
She released his cock and lifted his hand from her panties, adjusting them, smoothing the short skirt down, which didn’t cover much of her thighs. She drove quickly home, parking in the drive instead of entering the garage. She turned to her son, who sat there with his cock out of his pants, still very hard.
“You must think I’m a whore,” she said. “But, honey, I had no idea anything like that would happen.”
“You sucked him, Mom,” Billy said accusingly. “He didn’t make you do it. You sucked him off because you wanted to.”
“Oh, baby!” she cried softly, pulling his head down onto her tits, cuddling him. “You’re jealous.”
“You didn’t do that to me,” he pouted. “You just kissed me there.”
Misty lifted her sweater, pushing a nipple to her son’s mouth.
“Suck mother’s tit, darling,” she whispered softly. “I’ll take care of you, Billy. I know how frustrating it must have been for you. Believe me, I had no idea that would happen. Here, suck mother’s tit and I’ll…”
She gripped his cock and pumped it slowly, feeling it throb in her hand. The way he eagerly sucked her tit was getting her cunt wet again. She pulled his hand under her short skirt, and pushed it into her panties as it had been while she sucked the cock.
“Feel me up, Billy,” she mewled. “It’s okay suck mother’s tit and feel my pussy. Push your finger up mother’s pussy if you want to. I’ll play with your hard-on, make it feel good.”
They sat in the car in the drive, her sweater at her neck, with Billy sucking and squeezing her tits, fingerfucking her as she stroked his wonderfully hard cock. But it wasn’t enough for Misty. She gently pushed him up and off her tits, looking into his eyes. It was dark but not so dark that she couldn’t see his expression. “Scoot over a little!” she whispered.
When he did, she leaned down to his lap, and ran her tongue over his cock, finally taking it into her mouth. Billy cried out as the wet heat of his mother’s mouth closed about his cock, and he leaned against the door, pushing his hips upward as his mother swallowed his cock.
But Misty didn’t keep sucking him.
She lifted her head, her eyes smoldering.
“Billy, mother is going to do something very nice for you.”
“You were doing something nice for me, Mom,” he gasped, wanting his cock back in her mouth. “I liked that.”
“I know you did,” she giggled. “But you’re going to like what I do next much better.”
She adjusted her son so he sat with his feet in the floor, his cock upright. She swung her knee over him, sitting in his lap, facing him. She lifted her short skirt, pulling her panties to one side. Her other hand gripped his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you, Billy,” she breathed.
“Ohhh, Mom!”
“Mother is going to fuck you good, darling! I’m going to get your cock inside my cunt and fuck you so good!”
She fit her son’s cock to the slit of her fiery cunt, and slowly settled onto it. She held her breath as she felt his cock spread the lips of her hairy cunt, felt it throb as she pushed her pussy onto the base. With his cock in her cunt, she placed her hands on her son’s shoulders, sitting there and shaking. She looked into his eyes, the darkness becoming more pronounced.
“Do you like the way mother’s cunt feels on your cock, darling?”
“Ooooh, yes, Mom!”
She lifted her ass, the lips of her cunt gripping his cock as she drew upward. She twisted her ass, the head of her son’s cock just inside her cunt, then she slammed down, making her son gasp with ecstasy. Misty’s mind soared, and she began to bounce up and down, fucking her son in the car parked in the drive.
Billy, overwhelmed, shoved his hands up his mother’s thighs to her ass, grasping the cheeks.
“Ohhh, Billy!” Misty cried out, smashing onto his cock and grinding in a frenzy. “Ohhh, baby! Darling!”
When he tried to speak, his mother would plunge down onto his cock, cutting off his words with an explosion of air. He clung to her bouncing ass with both hands, trying to lift his cock to her wild thrusts. Juicy sounds filled the inside of the car, the scent of hot pussy surrounding them. As Misty ran her cunt down onto her son’s cock, it made a squishy sound.
“My God, I’m so wet!” she hissed, her ass moving up and down. “Mother’s cunt is so fucking wet, baby! Hear my pussy?”
“Yeah!” Billy managed to gasp.
Misty was digging her fingers into his shoulders painfully, her thighs tight around his. Billy slipped his hands into his mother’s panties from behind, feeling the satiny smoothness of her ass. He clawed at her asscheeks, spreading them, pressing them together, not knowing he was doing it. But Misty knew his hands on her ass that way increased the already fiery ecstasy she was experiencing. While she bounced her cunt up and down on his prick, her titties, still exposed, rubbed and caressed his face. Billy tilted his head, and caught one of his mother’s stiff nipples with his lips, sucking it deeply.
“Ahhhh, baby, baby!” Misty cried out, one hand at the back of his head to hold his mouth tight on her tit. “Suck it! Suck that fucking tit, baby! Oh, yes, suck mother’s tit! Ahhhh, my cunt, Billy, is on fire! God, what a hard-on you have!”
The other hand on his shoulder moved down and behind her. She felt his balls, still inside his pants. Feverishly she pulled them free, and smashed them into the steamy crack of her ass. She gurgled with delight to feel his young balls against her asshole, his cock throbbing so deliciously inside her squeezing cunt.
“Fuck me!” she moaned. “Ohhh, Billy, fuck me!”
Her son moaned around her tit, sucking wetly, lifting his cock up to her cunt. The fiery softness excited him, the satiny flesh inside stroking the shaft of his cock. There was a soft ripping sound as he tried to take a hand out of her panties.
“It’s okay!” she breathed. “I don’t care if you tear my panties, baby! Tear the fucking things off mother’s ass if you want! Just don’t take your big, hard cock out of my cunt! God, do I love it, Billy! Ooooh, mother’s cunt is eating your cock up! My cunt loves you hard cock, darling!”
Suddenly Misty shrieked, almost scaring Billy.
She slammed down hard on him, his cock buried as deep as it would go. She screamed once more, and the convulsions exploded. The already tight lips of her cunt became tighter around his cock, squeezing and relaxing, squeezing again. Her ass strained on him.
“I’m coming!” she cried out with rapture. “Oooooh, my pussy… Billy, you’re making me come! Ah
hhh, it’s so beautiful!”
Her cunt contracted over and over, gripping her son’s cock wetly. Since she was still pressing his young balls into the crack of her ass, he could feel the crinkling motion of her asshole on them. He spread his mouth wider, taking as much of his mother’s tit as he could into it, his tongue swirling. He pulled at her ass, opening the cheeks and Misty, squealing as her orgasm went on and on, crushed his hot balls against her puckering asshole. His cock was throbbing and his balls ached with fullness.
The spasms of her cunt slowed, and she felt her son’s cock throbbing more than ever. She made a hissing sound, and began to thrust up and down again, fucking him, but without her initial frenzy. She pulled the hot, wet lips of her cunt to the swollen head of his cock, sliding back down, rising her son’s prick with soft, delicious squeals.
“You’re going to come, Billy,” she breathed. “I can feel your cock swell… throbbing. You’re about to come, and in mother’s cunt!”
Thinking his mother didn’t want that, he tried to pull free of her cunt, but she rammed her ass down tightly, grinding in hot circles.
“Oh, no you don’t!” she gasped. “You’re going to come in me, come right up mother’s cunt, Billy! Don’t you take it out!”
He was losing control, about to discharge. He almost pulled his mother’s nipple into his throat as the irresistible urge to push came over him. He lifted his ass off the seat of the car, and his mother pushed down on him.
“Do it!” she hissed. “Squirt it to me, Billy! Oh, baby, squirt that hot juice up mother’s cunt! Don’t stop it… come in my pussy!”
A low, throaty grunt came from Billy.
“Now, Billy! Now!”
His cock gushed, spraying the satiny walls of his mother’s greedy cunt, filling her with the powerful, rapid spurts. Misty lifted her head, eyes squeezed shut.
“Ohhhh, me, too! I’m coming again, darling!” Her cunt grabbed at his spewing cock, sucking at the base, the hairy lips pulling the juice out of his hot balls. She felt each spurt of her son’s juices despite the power of her own orgasm.
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