Judy shook her head, but she had a hunch Jane knew what had happened to her. She dropped her eyes down to look at the lacy panties still revealed at the girl’s crotch, and Jane gave Judy a slow smile, a smile of wanton lust.
Surprised, Judy stared at the girl.
Something was going on, she knew. These three had showed up on purpose! They had never been here at night before. They had been there, of course, to enjoy a barbeque with her son and to wrestle on the green lawns. But they had never been here at this time of night.
She remembered the stories of sex parties out in the desert, and wondered for the first time if any of these were involved, Johnny included. These kids were not the wild ones of the small town, but the more proper, better behaved ones. They would not have been involved in such things.
Johnny’s finger kept moving in and out of her cunt, and Judy’s legs were shaking, becoming weak. She leaned against her son’s shoulder, looking at Jane more than any of the boys. The girl wore a tank-top, cut off just below her perky tits. She had no bra on, Judy thought.
“Well, gang,” she heard her son say, “what’s going on?”
It was Frank who replied, his eyes gazing hotly at Judy. “Not much, just cruising around, seeing what we can find.”
“Not much to find, though,” the short boy said.
They know, Judy thought. They know what Johnny is doing! All those eyes seemed to be looking at her, and Frank’s as usual seemed to penetrate her robe. She glanced at her son again, and he was grinning almost lewdly. Judy could do nothing. She was afraid to move. If she did, her son would be mad at her, and she was sure, if she moved, they would see where he had his hand. Her legs were shaking badly and those eyes looking at her made the robe transparent. She felt as if she were naked before them, everything exposed.
There was a tension surrounding them all. Judy could feel it, pressing down on her. It was a heavy tension, charged electrically, sexually. It seemed as if they were waiting for Johnny to do something, to start something. Those three pairs of eyes moved from Judy to Johnny, and she noticed Frank lifted his eyebrows in question.
Johnny’s finger moved about her cunt, teasing and making her pussy swell, her clitoris rigid with desire. She heard a slight moist sound as he moved his finger in and out of her cunt from behind, wondering if the others heard it, too, knew what the sound was. Judy could not resist letting her eyes move over the front of Frank’s pants. She was not surprised to see his cock bulging there. Scooting her eyes to the short boy, she saw that he, too, seemed to have a hard-on.
Then Johnny pulled his finger out of his mother’s cunt. He placed his hand about her waist, low on her hip, and pulled at her. She glanced at him, but he wasn’t looking up at her. Johnny was staring boldly at Jane. Something in Judy tried to resist as her son pulled her to his lap. One part of her cried “no” and the other part “yes”.
She sat on her son’s lap, feeling his cock pressing in throbbing hardness against her ass. The robe flapped open to reveal her long, creamy thighs almost to her pussy. She started to close it over her thighs, but her son caught her wrist and stopped her.
She knew, now.
His friends were here because he had invited them, to show them his beautiful mother, to expose her uncontrollable desires when she was touched, told, forced! He must have called them that morning as she was outside in the grape arbor, before he came to join her. It was the only explanation for what was happening.
Judy tried to be angry with Johnny, tried to draw enough strength to get off his lap. But she couldn’t. His cock was pressing at her tingling ass, his hands around her waist, holding her there. She sat in frozen expectation, wanting and not wanting this.
She gasped when Johnny brought his hand up and deliberately cupped her tit. He closed his fingers about it, through the robe. Judy saw the gleam in the eyes of those watching, the hot anticipation. She shifted, feeling her cunt burning between her thighs. Her son’s hand squeezed her tit and began to rub and press it, making Judy’s body respond immediately.
Johnny whispered in her ear. “You’re gonna fuck me, Mother.”
“No,” she hissed back, but kept her eyes on the three.
“Yes, you are,” he insisted, squeezing her tit hard.
“Not here, Johnny,” she whispered softly. “Not here, in front of them.”
“All I have to do is tell you,” he reminded his mother. “All I have to do is tell you and you’ll do it, remember?”
“But Johnny, this is…”
She didn’t finish.
Johnny quickly shoved his hand into her robe and held her naked tit in one hand, drawing the robe away with his other. Judy’s face flamed with embarrassment — not shame.
Her tits were revealed in the harsh light, her son holding one. The other was fully exposed, the rigid nipple tilted upward in desire. She saw the heat in the eyes of Frank and Jane and the short boy. All three were staring in open admiration of her naked tits. Judy experienced a burning orgasm with such suddenness, she moaned loud enough for all to hear.
Johnny unbelted her robe, then he pulled it wide. Judy sat on her son’s lap, her body revealed, legs pressed close together. She pressed her face onto his shoulder, trying to hide her embarrassment. She heard the gulping sounds coming from the short boy, and the garbled words that made no sense come from Frank. There was a lewd giggle from Jane.
Johnny was moving her, positioning her. She was turned so her back was to his chest, and she closed her eyes, hoping his friends would not see the inflamed passion in them. She was powerless to resist her son. She sat on his lap, facing his friends, her body naked. The robe had been pulled from her shoulders and now lay on the lawn.
She felt her legs being parted around her son’s, and her cunt was visible. Judy whimpered with mindless desire and leaned back against Johnny’s chest, her legs now wide over his. She felt her son’s cock pressing up past her cunt and against the thick pussy hair. She opened her eyes as Johnny reached down and positioned his cock.
“Lift your ass a minute, Mother,” he said, no longer whispering.
She lifted.
Then her son’s cock entered her cunt!
“Oh, God!” she wailed. It was a sound of ecstasy, not of shame.
She knew his friends could see it all, could all see her son’s cock penetrating her wet, hairy cunt. Her legs were spread on either side of his, her crotch open, the pink flesh of her pussy surrounded by dark hair, her clitoris inflamed. It was there for them to see, Johnny’s cock deep inside her pussy.
Although her eyes were open, Judy saw only vague outlines of the two boys and girl. Her vision was clouded with the intensity of her lust now.
“Fuck me, Mother,” she heard her son say, his voice loud. “Fuck me with your hot cunt, Mother!”
Gasping hotly, Judy found herself lifting and lowering her naked ass, riding her son’s cock, straddling it, while his friends watched with steamy excitement. She could not stop. There was no way she could stop fucking her son now. His cock was inside her, stretching her cunt as she bounced up and down on it.
The exquisite sensations flooding her were powerful and her passion now had control once again.
She bounced up and down on her son’s cock, mewling, groaning, sighing, sobbing. She held the arms of his wrought iron chair tightly, banging her cunt onto his cock with a total lack of shame or guilt. She knew his friends could see the way her cunt gripped Johnny’s prick, his balls below, her triangular shaped cunt hair, the throbbing hardness of her clitoris, her jiggling tits… and Judy’s erotic emotions went into high gear.
She plunged her ass up and down, bouncing on her son’s cock with gurgles of delight. At the moment, with her son’s cock fucking her fiery cunt, Judy felt more excitement growing within her naked body because they were being seen, being watched as she fucked her son insanely, enthusiastically, by his friends.
She twirled her ass in tight circles, grinding powerfully down on his piercing cock, wanting more and more inside her now
convulsing cunt. She was sobbing loudly with the ecstasy now, not caring that they all heard her wanton lust. She was on display, on a lewd display, and she was enjoying it right now. Her son was showing his friends the sexual control he had over her and she didn’t care.
“I’m coming!” she gurgled. “Oh, God, baby… I’m coming so hard! So fucking hard!”
Through it she heard Jane giggle again. There were words of encouragement coming from Frank and the short boy, but they made no sense to Judy. She was in the clutches of a powerful orgasm, a series of orgasms. Her naked body was melting, seared by the strength of her son’s cock.
“Ohhh, Johnny,” she wailed, as if they were alone. “Come, Johnny! Please, please come in my hot cunt!”
Again there were giggles from Jane.
Then she heard Frank, clearly.
“Fuck that hot cunt, Johnny boy! Give your mother some hot come juice!”
She felt her son’s cock lurch inside her cunt and then he was spraying the walls of her fiery, sensitive cunt with thick come juice, filling her pussy with it until she was drenched. She was aware, vaguely, of the come juice seeping past his cock and her cunt lips, making her legs slippery. Her cunt gnawed on her son’s spewing cock, sucking it, draining it. Judy quickly grasped her son’s balls, holding them in a hot, tight palm, feeling them writhe as he squirted his come juice into her greedy cunt.
Feeling her son’s come juice splashing into her hot cunt created a final, shattering orgasm to rip through Judy’s body. She cried out with the intensity of it, then slumped back onto his chest, her legs spread about his, his cock still inside her pussy, her tits tilted up as she struggled to breathe. Slowly, her body relaxed from the tautness of her orgasms.
When she felt strong enough, she slipped from his lap, leaned over and picked up her robe. Flinging it over her shoulder, she stood for a moment facing the three boys and one girl. She posed saucily, arching her hairy cunt outward and her shoulders back, her tits lifting.
“I hope every one of you has been entertained,” she said, archly. “Now perhaps you can all enjoy a jerk circle or…” she looked at Jane’s glowing face, “or you can all gangbang that hot little cunt.”
With those words, Judy turned and walked away, swinging her ass in a saucy manner, feeling their eyes on her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Inside the house, Judy felt like bawling.
She threw her robe over the couch and entered the kitchen, where she got herself a beer from the refrigerator. She knew her son had set this up. It was the only thing that made sense to her. He must have called his friends that morning.
Leaning against the kitchen sink and sipping the beer, Judy tried to find anger against her son, but there was none. It was her fault, not his. She had told him, on the drive home, that she would do anything he told her to do — even with his friends. She remembered saying that clearly now. But she had not really meant that, at least she didn’t think she had. She had spoken out of sexual desire and need.
But it had been good, she admitted, fucking her son as they sat watching. Somehow, exposing herself that way to her son’s friends had felt good. It had made her very hot, very eager, ready and willing to fuck him.
Taking her beer along, she went into the living room and looked out the window. They were still sitting there, and her son, it seemed was the only one with his cock out. His robe was open, but still on. Those stories about sexual orgies in the desert had to be true, she thought. And her son was involved. She thought she had given him his first fuck, but she obviously was wrong. Her son was as experienced as she was… it was clear now. He had fucked Jane, for certain. Perhaps they all fucked Jane. Perhaps she was the only girl in the desert, taking the guys on one by one or two together or three together or whatever. Maybe there was no other girl, maybe there was no real orgy of teenagers. Perhaps it was just Jane and those three boys!
Maybe Jane was an orgy in herself.
Maybe it was just Jane and any boy that wanted to come along. The stories she had heard were of orgies, but she had never heard how many people were involved. Maybe there was nothing going on at all.
She turned away from the window and went back to the kitchen for another beer. Then, after opening it, decided she didn’t want it after all.
She wanted Johnny.
Alone.
Her and him.
She heard the car start. Curious, she left the kitchen and returned to the living room. Johnny came in, his robe flapping about his body.
She confronted him.
“Well, were your friends sufficiently entertained, Johnny?” she asked, lifting her eyebrows at him. “Was I good enough? Was the show good enough to run a few weeks longer?”
He looked at his mother in surprise. “What’s wrong, Mother?” he asked.
“Just that you fucked me right there so they could all see, that’s all!”
“But you told me, Mother.”
“I know,” she admitted, biting her bottom lip. “I didn’t know you’d do it, though.”
He wrapped his arms about her, his chest smashing at her firm tits. When he kissed her, she found herself melting again. She could not resist it when he touched her, kissed her. The lightest touch of his hands or lips sent flames of heat roaring through her. She closed her arms about his neck and pressed her naked body tight against his, wiggling sensuously.
“You’re mad at me,” he whispered after the kiss.
“No, I’m not,” she replied, rubbing her hairy pelvis back and forth against him. “I did tell you that. It’s not your fault.”
“I wouldn’t have done it, Mother,” he said.
“I know, darling. Don’t worry about it.”
But she could sense her son drawing from her. She clung to him desperately. Although he held her in his arms, she felt her son pulling away emotionally.
Disturbed, she released herself from his arms and went for the beer she hadn’t wanted earlier. Johnny followed her to the kitchen, belting his robe. She didn’t want to see him do that. She wanted to see his cock and balls flapping around. He had not paid any attention to his nakedness until now. She leaned against the sink and sipped the beer, watching him.
Johnny sat at the table, carefully keeping his robe tight. Judy’s heart felt like lead. Johnny, she knew, thought she had told him a lie, lied to him completely. She had promised him she would do anything he wanted of her, if he told her to do it, no matter what it was. Now, by her actions through embarrassment, she was turning him away.
She had been embarrassed outside when he fucked her in front of his friends, and that was all. She had not felt ashamed of it, oddly enough. She had acted out of embarrassment only. Judy knew, or thought she knew, that if her son had prepared her, told her what he was going to do, she would not have been embarrassed.
It was the surprise of it, and she tried to explain it this way to Johnny. But he looked at her with those accusing eyes, not believing her.
“I thought we had it going, Mother,” he said. “I really believed what you told me. Maybe everything is a lie. Maybe you won’t do what I say. Maybe you won’t be my fuck-slave, like you promised.”
“Darling,” she said softly, but with desperation in her voice, “I will! I will be your fuck-slave. I just didn’t want that kind of surprise, that’s all. You should have warned me what was going to happen.”
“It wouldn’t have made any difference, Mother,” he said. “If I had told you, you would have refused.”
“Oh, honey,” she said, kneeling at his side and slipping her hand into his robe. She held his cock, working on it, feeling the wetness still there from her cunt. “Try me! Johnny, tell me to do something. You’ll see… I’ll do it, baby! For you, I’d do anything.”
“I know you will,” he said. “But only when we’re alone. You won’t if any one is with us. You won’t fuck my friends, Mother.”
“Fuck your friends?” she asked. “Is that what you want me to do? Fuck those guys?”
“They’
re my friends, Mother,” he said as if that was all the answer required. “You made me a liar to them.”
“How did I do that?”
“I told them they could fuck you,” he said.
Judy looked up into his face, stroking his cock up and down, feeling it growing in her fist.
“Do you fuck Jane?” she asked.
Johnny nodded his head. “We all fuck Jane.”
“Aren’t there any other girls?”
“Sure, there’s half a dozen,” he replied. “And we fuck all of them, too.”
“Then it’s true, the things I’ve heard.”
He nodded. “I kind of thought you’d go with me sometime, Mother. After yesterday, I was sure you’d go with me sometime.”
She pulled his robe open and lifted his balls in her hand. Leaning down, Judy kissed those precious balls tenderly, then stroked her tongue along his throbbing hard cock. She swiped her tongue about the piss hole, tasting those sweet juices she loved so much. She took her son’s cock into her mouth, sucking it slowly, her mouth wet and hot. She sighed softly when she felt his hand on the top of her head, his ass lifting.
Johnny sat without speaking, letting his mother suck on his cock. He wasn’t helping her and he wasn’t stopping her, but Judy felt he was holding something back from her. He was not as enthusiastic as before.
She lifted her mouth, looking up at him with her cheek resting on his hot, hard cock.
“I want to suck you off, darling.” Murmuring softly, she looked into his face. “I want to suck your sweet cock and have you come in my mouth. I’m a cocksucker, you know. Your mother is a good, hungry cocksucker, darling. I’ll fuck you and suck you and keep you so happy! You can do anything to me you want, darling. Anything.”
She lowered her mouth to his cock again, taking it deep. She rolled his balls about her cheek as she writhed her lips at the base, the swollen head of his prick in her tight throat.
With desperation born of desire to have her son believe her, to love her, Judy began to suck frantically on his cock, bobbing her face up and down swiftly, devouring him like a demented, cock-starved woman — which she was.
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