Karen began opening her son’s shorts; then she pulled them off so her son sat naked on the couch. Susan’s eyes strained at the sight of his prick and balls. Her cunt throbbed in a delicious manner, and she swallowed hard as she gazed at the horny couple.
While Karen once again began to fondle and pump on her son’s prick, Susan noticed that Tom was trying to get one hand inside his mother’s shorts, trying to get at her cunt.
Karen gurgled and said: “Just a minute, darling. Let me take them off.”
Karen stood up and wiggled out of her tight shorts, her back toward Susan. Susan saw Karen’s curvy ass revealed, the whiteness of her asscheeks contrasting against the tan of her thighs. Then Karen sat down again next to her son. She took his throbbing cock in her hand again.
“Now you can play with my pussy,” she said in a husky voice.
Karen spread her thighs wide, and Tom began to feel about his mother’s cunt. Susan could hardly breath as she watched. She was so excited she could hardly stand.
“Oh, baby,” Karen gurgled as her son slipped a finger up and down her hairy twat. “Feel me up! God, it’s good, your hand on my cunt this way! Mmmmmm, and your cock is really anxious! I can feel it pound in my fist!”
“You’re really wet, Mom,” Tom said. “You’re really wet!”
“Of course I am, darling,” Karen laughed. “That’s because I’m hot, hot as hell!”
“Like last night?” Susan heard Tom say.
“That’s right, Tom. Like last night.”
“That was fun, Mom,” Tom said.
Karen laughed again and pulled his head down to her tits. “Suck them, Tom. Suck my tits! I love it when my tits are sucked on.”
Susan watched, horrified, yet excited by what she saw. There was no doubt that her cunt was twitching. When Tom closed his lips around one brown nipple, Susan almost came.
Karen held the back of her son’s head as he began to suck vigorously on her nipple, his hand moving up and down between her thighs. Karen gripped her son’s cock tightly, pumping furiously, now. She made soft, animal-like sounds in her throat, writhing her naked ass on the cushions of the couch.
Tom pulled his face away from her tit, looking up into his mother’s shining face. “Are you gonna jack me off like last night, Mom?” he asked.
So that was what Karen had meant about giving her son a peek into the future, Susan thought. She had jacked her son’s cock off.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Susan heard Karen say. “I know where it would feel better.”
“Do you mean it, Mom?” Tom asked, excitement filling his voice. “Are you gonna let me…”
Karen laughed sexily. “That’s right, Tom. I’m going to let you fuck me.”
“Oh, wow!” Tom yelped with excitement. “Come on, Mom! We better go home fast.”
“What’s wrong with right here?”
“But… Susan, or Robert.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Karen said, and laughed again, taking his balls in her hand and twisting them lightly.
Susan watched in fascination as Karen pressed her son onto the couch, his cock standing straight up in the air. She held her breath when Karen straddled him, and then settled her crotch upon his waving cock. Their position was perfect for Susan to see it all, and she saw Tom’s cock enter his mother’s hairlined cunt with ease.
“Ooohhhh, nice!” Karen gurgled as she lowered her ass. “Ohhh, baby, that’s one hard cock you have! Oh, I’m going to fuck the piss out of you, Tom! I’m going to fuck that hard cock of yours with my hot, wet cunt until you can’t walk! Ohhhh, what a cock!”
Susan listened, watching, her pussy bubbling hotter with each passing second. She saw the way Karen’s round, creamy ass spread, caught a glimpse of Karen’s tight asshole, then Karen spread her long legs out on each side of her son’s, her tits dropping to his chest. Oddly enough, Susan saw that Tom’s face was just above his mother’s tits. She hadn’t realized he was that much shorter than his mother.
She watched as Karen’s ass began to move, writhing from side to side, then pumping up and down. Susan could see the way Tom’s cock penetrated his mother’s hairy, slippery snatch, watch the pink lips cling to the sides of his prick. She could see Tom’s balls draw up in reflex as he slid his hands over his mother’s bouncing hips and asscheeks, groaning with pleasure.
“Oooo, Mom, Mom!” Tom moaned. “Oh, it’s so hot! You feel so hot and wet!”
“You’re damn right I’m hot and wet, Tom!” Karen replied, her hips bouncing furiously now, her cunt sliding up and down her son’s pricks. “I’m hot for your cock, baby! My pussy is hot for that hard prick! I’m going to give you the best fuck you’ll ever get!”
Susan gazed hotly at the way Karen’s naked ass pumped up and down, the cheeks flexing. She watched the dark hairs cling to Tom’s prick. It was the most exciting thing she had ever seen, and she stood there, firmly rooted to the floor, unable to turn her head away. She was breathing hard and fast, and she felt as if she would come just by watching. Her pussy was quivering insanely, and the insides of her thighs were moist. Her hips swayed gently, and she was gripping one of her tits as she watched. It was fascinating to her, intensely exciting.
Karen slowed her hip movements, then stopped. She sat up on her son, her cunt still around his cock.
“Don’t stop now, Mom!” Tom protested. “Don’t stop now!”
Karen laughed. “I’m not going to stop, baby,” she said. “I’m just getting started.”
She sat on him, her ass spreading. Susan saw Karen manipulate her own nipples, the expression on her face twisted in ecstasy. Susan gazed with unfocused eyes at Karen sitting on her son. Although her vision was blurry, she saw in detail the way Tom’s young balls seemed to writhe, the base of his cock being gripped by his mother’s wet cunt.
Then Karen began to bounce her ass again, bracing herself with her hands on each side of her son, her naked tits jiggling. Susan watched Karen’s ass rise and fall slowly at first, then the movement increased in speed. Karen was mewling loudly, her head thrown back and eyes closed as she bounced up and down on Tom’s cock. Tom was grunting, his fingers digging into his mother’s thighs up close to her hips. His lips were clenched tightly.
“Ohhh, baby, baby!” Karen whimpered in a tight voice. “I’m going to come, baby! Oh, God… I’m going to come!”
Her ass began to grind in a frenzy against her son’s deeply buried prick, and then she yelled. The sound came out in painful ecstasy, her naked body shuddering. Susan saw Tom arch his cock upward, and then his balls drew tight against the base. Susan saw his balls flex tightly.
“Mom, I’m coming!” Tom shouted. “I’m coming, Mom!”
“Oh yes! You’re coming, baby!” Karen replied in a voice that sounded strangled. “I feel you coming! I feel your cock… coming! You’re coming in Mother’s cunt… come in my pussy! Oooo… oh, baby, baby! Come in me! Flood my hot fucking cunt! Spurt it into my wet pussy!”
As suddenly as they had come, both mother and son slurped with exhaustion.
Susan watched Karen sprawl atop her son, her ass twitching in the glow of ecstasy. Then she watched as Karen slowly got to her feet. Tom’s cock glistened wetly.
Then Karen turned and saw Susan standing in the doorway.
“Beautiful!” Karen said, going toward Susan. “That was absolutely beautiful, Susan. I told you I was going to fuck my son, and I did. God, was it good!”
Susan was frozen there. She couldn’t even move when Karen touched her arm. All she could do was stand there, staring at Tom’s cock and balls.
Karen noticed this. She laughed in her low way. “Isn’t that a beautiful cock, Susan? Doesn’t it make your pussy twitch?”
Finally Susan found her voice. She turned and stared at Karen. “How could you?” she asked, her voice barely audible. “How could you do that with… with your own son?”
“Damned easy,” Karen said. “It was the easiest thing ever. I told you I thought he was intere
sted, didn’t I?”
“But… he’s your son, Karen!”
“And that makes it all the more exciting, dummy,” Karen said. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get all nice and wet watching. Come on, Susan!”
Tom pulled his cutoffs on, and he didn’t look at Susan as he slipped past them, leaving through the front door.
CHAPTER THREE.
Karen spent two hours talking to Susan.
Susan, although excited by seeing Karen fuck her son so enthusiastically, still felt shame. She shook her head vigorously every time Karen asked her a question about becoming aroused, denying it, but it was so shallow a gesture Karen could see through the lie.
Susan sat on the couch, the same couch that Karen had fucked Tom on. Karen sat next to her, still naked, not bothering to slip into her shorts and halter. She spoke in a low, aggressive voice to Susan, urging her to consider their sons as sex partners.
“You aren’t the kind of woman who would climb into bed with just any man who happened to have a hard-on, and neither am I, Susan,” Karen told her. “But on the other hand we’re a couple of hotassed women who want fucking on a regular basis.”
“I won’t!” Susan said loudly. “I won’t do it, Karen.”
“Then don’t do it,” Karen said in exasperation. “Be stubborn about it. Go through the rest of your life playing with yourself. But that isn’t what I’m going to do. You just saw what I plan on doing. Now that I know without a doubt that my son is eager to fuck me, that’s what I’m going to keep right on doing — fucking him.”
Susan leaned over, her face in her hands.
“And something else, Susan,” Karen said, putting her arm around Susan’s shoulders. “I’m taking a good look at Robert.”
Susan sat upright. She turned and stared at Karen. “Robert oh, no!”
“I have a strong hunch that boy is just as eager to get a little pussy as my son was,” Karen said. “I’ve seen him look at you, and me too, for that matter. I believe Tom and Robert are thinking the same things. I know they do a lot of talking about girls, about fucking. I’ve listened in on some of the things they talk about, and let me tell you, your own son is just as horny as mine.”
“Karen, you won’t!” Susan gasped, her eyes wide. “Robert isn’t old enough for that.”
“He’s old enough, Susan,” Karen went on, pulling Susan against her. “Listen, doll I’ve broken the ice for us. I can have all the cock I want now with my son. You can fuck him, too, and I’d love that. But you’ve got to go along with it or it won’t be any good.”
“But they’re so young,” Susan protested.
“Youth has nothing to do with it.” Karen argued. “Besides, they’ll be good for us. Where else could a couple of hotassed girls like us get all the fucking we want with a couple of horny teenagers?”
“It’s incest, Karen.”
“So what?” Karen continued. “Who would ever know except the four of us? We wouldn’t have to keep on using our fingers every night. We could have a ball, Susan!”
At the end of the two hours, Susan was worn down. What Karen said made a great deal of sense to her. She had been on the verge of going out, finding herself some man. But that could lead to problems, she felt.
“But I won’t do it with Robert,” she insisted. “I refuse to let my son fuck me, Karen.”
Karen laughed. “But Tom?”
Susan’s face flushed as she nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. “I’ll think about that.”
Karen hugged her tightly, kissing her lips. “You’ll see, honey,” she said. “You’ll see how much fun we can have.”
“But not with Robert,” Susan insisted.
Karen made no reply. She stood up and began to get into her shorts and halter. Susan sat on the couch, watching, troubled. After she was dressed, Karen leaned over and held Susan’s face up, her fingertip at Susan’s chin. She looked into Susan’s clouded eyes. Then she kissed her again.
“I’ll come over in an hour or so, with Tom,” she said.
Susan watched her friend leave, noticing Karen’s ass seemed to sway in a more pronounced manner. Alone in the house, Susan wondered what had made her agree to such an insane idea. She tried to analyze her feelings, and the vision of Karen fucking her son came to her again. She could not deny the excitement she had felt at the time. She remembered how hard Tom’s cock had been, how beautiful it had looked sliding into Karen’s hairy cunt. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock inside her cunt and she felt a burning twitch of eagerness between her thighs.
What was it Karen had said just before she left? That she would be back in about an hour… with her son. Susan shivered. She had watched Tom grow these past five years, saw him as just another growing boy. But now she realized he was not a little boy any longer. Young, of course, but that cock of his was something else.
Then the thought came to her: Robert.
He would be returning home sometime soon. She became frightened, and started to reach for the phone to call Karen, to tell her she couldn’t bring her son over. But she pulled her hand back from the telephone. She thought, fleetingly, of some way to keep her own son out of the house, at least for a few hours.
Did that mean she was going to do this crazy thing? Susan didn’t know; she was confused. If she wanted to keep Robert away from home, that meant she was willing to do this thing with Karen and her son, didn’t it?
Susan shivered, hugging herself tightly. She leaned back on the couch, her eyes closed, her mind in a turmoil. How had she gotten involved? she wondered. Why had she allowed Karen to talk her into this? But had she? No, she had only said she would think about it. And she was thinking about it… and getting hotter by the fucking minute!
She was startled by the sound of the front door opening. She looked up to see her son coming in. Instantly Susan began trying to think of some way to send him away for a while. But Robert solved her problem.
“Mom, I’m gonna go down to the school gym for a while,” he said. “Shoot a few baskets. What time should I be home?”
Susan knew her face was warm and slightly flushed, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her eyes ran over his slim body, and then she looked directly at the front of his pants. She didn’t know if it was due to a suddenly vivid imagination or not, but she was certain there was a lump there, the bulge of his cock and balls. She shook herself and lifted her eyes to his young, beardless face.
“Be home for dinner, darling,” she said, her voice hardly under control. “About six, perhaps seven.”
She glanced at the clock. It was now two in the afternoon. At least four hours, she thought. Four hours, alone with Karen and Tom…
Robert raced from the house, and she was alone again. But not for long. Robert had been gone hardly fifteen minutes when Karen came walking in without knocking, as usual. She had changed from her shorts to a becoming skirt and blouse. Behind her was Tom, still in his cut-off jeans. The legs were frayed, and quite short, shorter than she had seen before. Then Susan realized that he had put on a different pair of cutoffs.
She didn’t say anything as they came into the living room. Tom sat in a chair, slumped with his ass almost over the cushions, legs apart. He was looking at Susan with interest.
Karen sat beside Susan. “Well, here we are, honey,” she said. “Just as I said.”
Susan swallowed hard, glancing at Tom quickly and then lowering her eyes bashfully. She had seen him gazing steadily at her thighs, and she crossed them hurriedly.
“Don’t be bashful, baby,” Karen murmured, putting her arm around Susan’s trembling shoulders. “Tom knows that I sucked your pussy last night. I told him all about it.”
“Karen, you didn’t!” Susan groaned, her face turning red. “Oh, God! Why did you…”
“I wanted to tell him,” Karen replied. “My son is just like me, Susan. He thought it was great.”
Susan felt Karen’s lips brushing her cheek, and she tried to pull away, but not very succ
essfully. She felt and saw Karen’s hand moving up and down her thigh, and when Karen urged her to uncross her legs, she allowed it to happen. She glanced at Tom sitting across from her. He was watching with interest, and Susan saw that his cock was getting hard. His cutoffs were bulging up now, and when she looked closely, she realized she could see his pubic hair around the frayed edges. She strained her eyes and realized she could see one of his balls, too.
As Karen began to caress her thigh, Susan’s cunt swelled and her clit enlarged. She was not aware that she was writhing her ass on the couch. She made no protest when Karen slipped a thin strap from her shoulder, and one of her tits became exposed to Tom. She shivered as Karen began to fondle it gently, twisting and pinching lightly at her rubbery nipple.
Susan saw Tom adjust his shorts, then the head of his cock was visible. Susan’s breath caught in her lungs as she watched his cock grow, swell smoothly. Tom pulled his shorts to one side, and his cock stood up straight, one ball exposed.
Karen dropped her hand to Susan’s lap, and involuntarily Susan spread her knees until her legs were stretched out. She felt Karen’s hand on the leg of her shorts, then at the crotch. She looked down and saw Karen pulling the crotch to one side. She knew Tom could see the crotch band of her panties now.
“Karen,” she whimpered. “Please, don’t!”
“It’s too late, baby,” Karen said. “Don’t you know Tom and Robert have been peeking under your dress for quite some time? Both of them have already seen your panties plenty of times.”
“Please, I don’t want…”
“Bullshit!” Karen snorted, her fingers pulling at the crotch of Susan’s panties. “Let my son have a look at your hot cunt.”
Karen pulled the crotch of Susan’s shorts and panties to one side, and Susan blushed furiously. She couldn’t stop this. She couldn’t move her hands. They lay limply at her sides, and she leaned against the couch and shivered.
Tom was looking directly at Susan’s cunt now as his mother held the crotch wide.
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