“Ooooh, Mom, that’s so fucking good!”
“I know, baby,” she gasped, her cunt working on his cock. “It’s wonderful. Watch my pussy! Watch mother’s cunt fuck your hard cock!”
She lifted and lowered herself a number of times on his prick, hot, slippery juices coating the shaft. The inner flesh of her pussy massaged his cock gently, but urgently.
“Faster, Mom!” Billy gasped, slipping his hands under her ass, cupping the cheeks, staring hotly at her open legs, watching her hairy cunt slide up and down. “Fuck me faster!”
“This fast?” she cried softly, pounding up and down, stabbing herself ecstatically on his cock.
“Oh, yeah!”
“Mmmmmm, God, baby, it’s wonderful!” Misty held her knees spread very wide, her hands on her thighs, using the muscles of them to bounce, riding his cock. Her firm tits swayed, her nipples stiff and tingling. Her eyes glazed as she looked down at his happy face.
“My ass!” she groaned, sliding off his cock, one hand grabbing it to fit the swollen head against the crinkle of her asshole. “I want it up my ass for a minute!”
She pressed down on his cock, holding her breath as she felt the pressure spreading the tightness of her asshole. Her eyes filmed over with wanton excitement, cooing as his cock moved into her ass. She slowly pushed her asshole down onto the shaft of her son’s cock. Billy stared hotly at her, watching his cock sink into her ass, her cunt slitted and dripping, the soft hair matted with her juices. Misty sat down, her son’s cock buried fully up her asshole. She sat and rocked, giggling lewdly as her asshole gripped tightly.
“Oooooh, you’re so deep in mother’s ass, baby!” she mewled. “I love to feel your cock throbbing away deep in my hot asshole!”
Her hand darted to her cunt, her fingers rubbing up and down the wet slit, agitating her pulsating clit. Billy watched her, breathing hard, mouth parted. Her fingers made juicy sounds at her pussy and she began to fuck him with her asshole, slowly. Cramming her fingers into her cunt, she fucked herself. Her body shuddered wildly, the sexual intensity shaking them both. Her asshole clutched and flexed on his cock and she pushed and pulled, her fingers ramming in and out of her pussy, juices dripping to his stomach. She began to cry softly, gasping with ecstasy. Her asshole burned sweetly, stretched around his cock.
“Oh, cum in my cunt now!” she cried, jerking her ass off his cock and thrusting it into her juicy cunt.
“Ahhhh, up my pussy, up my cunt!”
Misty bounced wildly, almost frantic as her cunt burned and pulsated. She closed her eyes, her tongue licking at her lips. Her ass twisted and whipped up and down. Billy held her ass in his palms, staring at her cunt riding his cock. Misty managed to hold her knees wide open so he could see everything. Her mind was reeling with the delicious sensations, her cunt and asshole on fire. She didn’t know where she wanted it when her son came. She wanted his cock in her cunt, spraying her pussy, and she wanted it up her asshole, too, filling her with that hot sweetness.
“Ohhh, I’m getting ready to come!” she cried out.
Jerking off his cock, she rammed it up her asshole, plunged up and down a few times, then stuffed it into her cunt again. She took her son’s cock in her cunt, then her asshole, back to her cunt, squealing out her mindless rapture. Billy was groaning loudly, his prick about to spurt, his balls on fire. He dragged his hands off the cheeks of his mother’s ass and gripped the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, his head lifting up from the bed as the force of his threatening discharge became overwhelming.
Misty screamed, her cunt convulsing as she raced it up and down his prick. She jerked her pussy off his cock while she came, and thrust her ass downward, taking his cock deep into the puckered tightness. She screamed again, coming hard, and began to get his cock into her cunt, then her asshole, back to her cunt, her asshole.
“Mom, I’m gonna come hard!”
Misty wailed loudly, and was in the process of moving his cock out of her asshole to her cunt when her son squirted, the scalding juices of his balls splashing over her cunt and asshole. She gasped as she stuffed his gushing cock into her cunt, feeling his come juice spatter the tissues. With another gasp, she jerked her cunt off him and sat her asshole onto it, caking the rest of his come juice up her ass, her cunt squeezing hard as she came. She smashed onto her son’s cock, grinding hard. One hand held a tit, the other was stuffed into her pussy. Billy was coming hard, the force making his head pound up and down.
Their moans and cries mingled as they came, and finally Misty slumped forward, head hanging, panting for air. She felt her son’s cock soften inside her asshole while her cunt rested on his lower stomach. Her tits lost some of their tightness, her nipples turning wrinkled. Billy lay in loose-limbed relaxation, a big grin on his face.
“God, that was so good,” Misty finally sighed, climbing off her son, his cock pulling from her asshole. “I didn’t know we could do that, did you? It was almost like fucking two cocks.”
She spread out beside him, one arm over his chest, nuzzling at his neck. Her hand moved down his chest to his stomach, then lower, feeling the wetness her cunt had left there. She lifted her head, kissing his chest, then licked at his tiny nipples. Cupping his cock and balls, she ran her tongue down his flesh, to his lower stomach. Her tongue licked at the pussy juices on his flesh, swirling around the wiry hairs at the base of his cock. She lifted his balls, kissing them affectionately, then running her tongue over them. Tenderly, Misty took her son’s cock and balls into her mouth, holding them there as her tongue worked slowly.
Billy watched her, shivering often as her tongue swished over his cock and balls. Her mouth was hot and wet, and the feeling was very good for him.
“Mmmmm, I could keep you in my mouth all day,” she purred as his cock and balls fell from her lips. She lapped back up his flesh to his chest, biting at his small nipples. “I’d love to suck and fuck you constantly, but we have td eat something besides each other, don’t we? Like food, regular food.”
“I’m not hungry,” he said, fondling his mother’s tits.
“Maybe not now, but you will be,” she said, pulling his cock playfully. “So let’s find us a couple of nice steaks, okay? There are two in the freezer. You get them out and I’ll take a shower.”
She watched him leave reluctantly, smiling at his back. His ass appealed to her very much. She slipped into the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature, then stood under the invigorating spray, the needles of the water restoring her strength.
As much fun as she was having with her son, Misty wished he would agree to other things. Taking his cock into her asshole and cunt that way had thrilled her, and she wanted to feel two big, hard, lovely cocks pounding into her at the same time. If only Billy would forget about being jealous, realize it was only for fun, for orgasms, they could broaden their experiences. She could only wait and see if he would become aroused enough while she flashed herself to someone. Perhaps, then, she could experience two hard cocks in her at the same time. If she could get her son’s balls hot enough, he might do it with her.
Misty trembled with excitement. Maybe she could get him hot enough to fuck a little girl. Maybe find a little girl who was ready for a fuck, a hard cock. But Misty wasn’t sure that would work, either. Billy was perfectly content with her, and she was with him, except she wanted to try other things, too.
He loved it when she showed her legs, her panties or her cunt in public, and she was sure he would love it if he saw another girl doing it, too. But how could she accomplish that? Misty didn’t know. She had not looked around to see if any other woman was showing herself off. Surely there were others like her. Other women. There were men, because she had seen them.
She toweled her slender body, then slipped into a pair of skimpy panties, panties cut high on her hips to reveal the enticing length of her long legs. She pulled a sleeveless sweater on, her tits molded by the soft garment, nipples protruding. She then slipped into a short skirt, the hem halfway up he
r thighs. Sliding her feet into leather sandals, she went in search of her son.
Billy had two steaks thawing in the microwave. He was still undressed.
She pressed at his back, cupping his balls in one hand, his cock in the other, kissing his shoulder.
“You take a shower now while I prepare those steaks,” she said, slapping him playfully on the ass.
“You’re beautiful, Mom,” he said at the door, looking at her.
“You’re sweet,” she smiled at him, pleased to be complimented. “Now, go shower.”
She prepared the steaks as she heard the shower turn on, and placed them in the oven to broil. She wrapped two potatoes and set them beside the steaks, then made two slices of herb toast, singing softly to herself as she sat down to wait. She cupped her chin in her hand, eyes closed as she fantasized about two hard cocks pounding into her body, ramming into her asshole and cunt together.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Misty wandered through the racks of clothing, stopping now and then to look at a particular dress or skirt. Behind her, Billy was bored. He hated to go with her when she shopped for clothing.
They were in a huge store, a two-level shop that sold more than clothing, but clothing was all Misty was interested in at the moment. The store was not expensive, nor was it cheap. There was a men’s department as well as a women’s department, and Misty paused near a display of panties and bras. She felt of the material, asking her son what he thought of the panties, particularly the skimpier style. But Billy was watching a teenaged girl, a lovely blonde girl wearing a very short jean skirt and white blouse. She had long legs, tanned sweetly, and a pretty little ass that made Misty want to bury her face in it and take a nice bite out of her ass.
She noticed Billy had a hard-on from looking at the girl. She pressed her own ass back against him, rubbing in a subtle way, feeling his cock respond with a throb.
“You like her?” Misty whispered.
Billy’s eyes rolled as he nodded his head.
Misty laughed softly, sliding a hand behind and squeezing her son’s cock between them. “Don’t let her make you come off in your pants, honey,” she teased.
“Ahhh, Mom,” he protested.
They watched the girl select a dress from the rack, and take it to the dressing rooms. An idea came to Misty, and she pulled a garment from the rack and, taking her son’s hand, pulled him with her to the dressing rooms. They entered a small cubicle next to the one the teenaged girl had taken, and to Misty’s delight, found that the thin partition between the cubicles had holes in it. Someone, she thought, had found a way to peek at women and girls trying on clothing. Billy, too, had seen the holes. He leaned down and peered into the next cubicle, and watched the girl remove her short skirt and blouse. At his side, Misty, too, was peeking. The girl had on a tight pair of blue bikini panties with a matching bra. When she peeled her panties off, Billy gasped, but his mother covered his mouth with her hand. Obviously the pretty girl was wanting to do more than just try on a dress.
The cubicles had small stools in them, and the girl, wearing only her bra, sat on it, spreading her legs apart. Billy and his mother stared at the honey-blonde fuzz around the sugary slit of the girl’s cunt. Billy’s cock swelled when his mother ran her hand over it. The girl leaned back, closing her eyes, opening her legs wide, and began to fondle her pussy. Misty’s cunt turned wet as they watched, and her hand gripped her son’s cock tightly.
The blonde girl stroked a finger up and down her slit slowly, then parted the lips to reveal delicious, pink wetness, a clit that was throbbing with hardness. Holding her cunt open, the girl used the fingers of her other hand to rub it, twisting and puffing. Her small ass writhed on the stool, but she held her thighs as wide apart as she could. The sound of her breathing reached Misty and Billy.
Slipping a finger into her cunt, the girl let out a muffled squeal.
Misty clutched her son’s cock hard, her cunt clamping wetly.
The girl worked her finger in and out of her cunt, fingerfucking herself slowly but deeply. Her face was flushed now, eyes still closed, pouty lips parted with the tip of her tongue flicking them.
Misty stared hotly, wanting to taste the girl’s sweet cunt as much as her son did. Watching this wanton display of erotic pleasure made her pussy bubble, her asshole crinkle. She could feel her son’s cock throbbing with hardness inside his pants, and she squeezed and stroked it. Billy was struggling to hold his breathing quiet, not wanting to startle the pretty girl. They could see her pretty asscheeks writhe on the stool as she began to swing her legs open and closed, her finger delving deeply into her juicy, pink cunt. Billy ran his hand up the back of his mother’s thigh to her pantied ass, clutching an asscheek. Misty waggled her ass for him, and was about to whisper for him to push his hand into her panties when the soft gasps of ecstasy from the girl increased.
“Oooooh… ahhhh!” she moaned.
The girl’s fingers flew in and out of her cunt, fucking deeply, her head twisting now. With a long, drawnout moan, the girl’s body shuddered as she came, and Misty and Billy gazed at her juicy cunt squeezing her buried fingers.
The girl, as if ashamed of herself now, pulled her fingers out of her cunt and stepped into her panties. Misty and Billy watched her dress in her jean skirt and blouse, and picking up the dress she had brought into the cubicle with her leave.
“My God, that was beautiful,” Misty whispered to her son.
“It sure was, Mom,” Billy breathed.
“Fuck me, Billy,” Misty moaned, clutching at her son.
But he was leaving the cubicle, following the teenaged girl, ignoring the fact that his cock was pushing at his pants.
Following her son, Misty watched him trail along behind the girl. The gin moved to the escalators, and they were right behind her. She didn’t know what her son was up to but she knew he wouldn’t approach the girl directly. The girl was above them on the escalator, and Billy was bending down, peering under the girl’s dress, gazing at her pretty ass with hot eyes, Misty was amused, ready to giggle, but didn’t want to embarrass him.
On the second floor, the girl looked around the jewelry department, never knowing Misty and Billy were watching her. When the girl wandered to the men’s department and looked at the display of jockey shorts, Billy moved up beside her while Misty stood back. She saw her son say something to the girl, who blushed and rushed away quickly.
“Billy, what in the world did you say to her?” Billy grinned. “I asked if she wanted to fuck, Mom.”
“Honey, you can’t just walk up to a girl and ask that.”
“I just found out,” he said, sheepishly.
They left the store and strolled along the sidewalk, looking into shop windows. Misty knew her son was horny, hot and ready after watching the girl fingerfuck herself.
“Ready to go home?” she asked.
“I’m ready to go anywhere,” he replied, “so long as I can get a piece of ass, Mom.”
“Now, you can ask me, but not other girls,” she said. “Come on, I’ll fuck your brains out!”
They rushed to the car, and Misty drove home fast. Her son had taken his cock out of his pants and stroked it as she drove, and she had a hard time keeping her eyes off it. His response to the pretty teenaged girl excited her, and she began to think perhaps he would allow her to get fucked by another boy, as lang as he was getting his, too.
Inside the house, Billy was on her before she could undress. He pulled her skirt up and stuffed his cock into her cunt while they stood near the door, humping hard, the crotch of her panties pushed to one side. Misty clung to her son’s shoulders, lifting one leg and wrapping it around him.
“Fuck that cunt, Billy!” she urged hotly. “Ohhh, baby, ram it up mother’s cunt! Fuck me, darling! God, fuck my cunt hard!”
Billy held his mother’s ass, his hands under her skin. He was trying to suck on her tits through her sweater, and Misty yanked it to her chin. Billy clamped his hot mouth on her tit, sucking hard as
his cock rammed in and out of her pussy. Misty grunted and clung to him tightly, her ass whipping back and forth to the thrust of his hard cock. That his cock was, so hard and fucking her so fast was caused by the pretty teenaged girl mattered not at all to Misty. She was excited that it had made her son so damned ready to fuck her.
“Fuck me, fuck me!” she groaned.
Billy pulled one of her tits deep into his mouth, his hands clawing at her pantied ass, his cock stabbing vigorously into her juicy, gripping cunt. Misty whimpered and gasped in delight, her shoulders braced against the door. She was about to come already, and didn’t fight it.
“Ooooh, baby, you’re so fucking hard and my cunt is so fucking wet and I’m about to come!”
A squeal came out of her mouth when her pussy contracted. The convulsions running through her cunt dragged on Billy’s cock, and with a hot grunt, he spewed, sending boiling spurts of come juice into her pussy. The rapid spray increased Misty’s orgasm until she was coming over and over, squealing and shaking, about to fall to the floor.
“Oh, my God, Billy!” she breathed when things calmed. She lowered her leg that had been wrapped around him, his cock sliding out of her cunt. “That girl really turned you on, didn’t she?”
Billy, gasping, hugged his mother tightly, his hands under her skirt and on her pantied ass, his cock squeezed between her still hot thighs. He buried his face in her tits as she rested. Misty wrapped her arms around him, giggling softly as he nuzzled at her tits. When he didn’t answer, she said, “I was turned on, too.”
“I know you were, Mom,” he said, his face between her tits.
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“You were breathing kind of heavy,” Billy said, lifting his face and smiling up at her. “And your cunt was sure wet.”
“So what if she did turn me on, too?”
“It was… you know, exciting.”
“Yes, it sure was.” Misty kissed him, then pushed him away. “Leave me alone for a minute. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’re more horny than ever. I swear you’re going to fuck mother’s cunt sore.”
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