“Ooooo, that was beautiful!” she cooed and held him tight against her naked tits; “You’re a fantastic cunt licker, baby.”
Marty grinned at his mother. “I wanted to taste your pussy the other day, but I wasn’t sure if you’d let me, Mom.”
“Oh, you darling,” she said, gazing into his eyes. “You can do anything with me, don’t you know that by now? Anything you want, you can do it with me… both you and Eric.”
“Really, Mom?” he asked, excitement in his voice. “You really mean it?”
“You know I mean it.”
Still squatting there, she opened his pants, removing his throbbing cock from the fly. Closing her fingers about it, she grinned wickedly. “I want this beautiful cock constantly, this one and your brother’s prick. I want them fucking me… everywhere!”
“In the… mouth?” Marty asked, his voice cracking with excitement. “In the mouth, too, Mom?”
She laughed. “Now, where in the world did you hear about that?”
“Guys talk,” he said.
“Oh, they do, do they?” She grinned. “Well, girls talk, sometimes. I guess you hear all sorts of wild stories.”
Marty’s face started to fall.
She pulled him tight against her naked tits, resting her cheek on top of his head as she hugged him. “I didn’t mean to tease you, Marty. Of course you can use my mouth, too.”
When she let him go, his eyes were shining. “You’d like that, huh?” She grinned at him. “You’d really like to fuck my mouth, wouldn’t you?”
He nodded his head.
“I’ll make a bargain with you,” she said ma low voice. “You let me do what I’d like to do with you right now, and then you can fuck me in my mouth as long as you want. Okay?”
“Okay!” he yelped.
Giggling, Joan pulled her son’s pants off. She then had him sit on the couch. She drew his ass to the edge, spreading his legs as she knelt on the floor. She shoved Marty’s knees back, causing his crotch to lift. She stared at his cock, standing hard, his balls dangling slightly. The cheeks of his ass parted, and the pucker of his asshole seemed to wink at her. Joan licked her lips, her eyes glazed with wanton desire as she peered at her son’s exposed and vulnerable crotch.
Marty was looking past his legs at his mother, his eyes hot, but wondering as to her intentions. She lifted her eyes to his for a moment, then shoved her face into his crotch, kissing hotly and wetly, making soft sobbing sounds of erotic, almost-perverse pleasure.
The feel of her son’s balls and hard cock pressing against her face sent ripples of pleasure flowing about her naked flesh. She loved having balls and a hard cock against her face, almost as much as she loved having a prick up her cunt. She twisted her face into his cock and balls, moaning hotly, her tongue lapping everywhere. Joan ran her wet, hot tongue along the insides of her son’s thighs, circled it about his balls, then trailed it along the hot, throbbing hardness of his cock to the very tip, where she lapped away the seeping fuck juices at his piss hole.
Going back to his balls, Joan opened her mouth wide and sucked them both inside. She mouthed her son’s balls greedily and noisily, her eyes burning, too glassy to see. Marty’s balls filled her mouth deliciously. She held his thighs pressed back against his chest, and, releasing his balls, she began to race her tongue about the spreading cheeks of his ass. She lapped at the hot inner area, circling in a teasing manner at his tight asshole. Drawing back, she gazed at him, thrilled to see him so vulnerable this way, his cock and balls and that tight puckered asshole so close to her face. She ran her tongue over her lips, then, with a sob, shoved her face tightly against her son’s ass. She ovaled her lips pursing them, and kissed his asshole loudly. Her tongue darted forth, and she began to lick in a frenzy at the tight heat of Marty’s asshole. Her tongue swirled and lapped, probed and thrust against the sensitive asshole, her nose buried in his hairless balls.
Applying pressure, Joan shoved her tongue into Marty’s asshole, past the tight ring. Her son groaned, but he lifted his ass to her face. With her lips tight about his asshole, Joan began to tongue fuck Marty in the ass. Her cunt began to burn again, soft orgasms shooting through her pussy, making the hairy cunt lips twitch, making her clit tingle and throb. She could feel Marty’s asshole clenching around her tongue, holding it, then relaxing. She plunged it deeply, fucking the tip about the ass pucker as her lips sucked.
Withdrawing her tongue, she looked up past his throbbing cock to see his burning eyes staring back at her with surprised delight.
“You like that?” she whispered hoarsely.
“Ooo, yes, Mom!”
With a soft gurgle, she shoved her face back into his ass. This time she licked about the inner ass cheeks, again circling his asshole. She drew her tongue up to his balls again, licking them and bouncing them with the tip of her tongue. She ran the flat surface of her hungry tongue up the shaft of his throbbing prick, then closed her hot lips about the swollen cock head. She licked, and sucked the head of his cock, her tongue swirling against his dripping piss hole.
She cupped his ass cheeks in her palms as she mouthed the smooth head of his cock, her eyes shining into his, her lips wide about the tasty prick head. When Marty lifted his ass, trying to get more of his cock into her wet, hot mouth, Joan allowed him to slip his prick fully into her mouth. Her lips pressed at the base, the swollen cock head almost reaching her throat. She held his cock this way, her lips working, her body trembling with the ecstasy of having his cock deep in her mouth.
Draping his legs over her shoulders, she squeezed his thighs against her head, then began to suck up and down his prick. When Marty began to hump up and down, she held her head still, letting him fuck her mouth. The burning hardness between her lips set her cunt bursting into orgasms again, and she twisted her naked ass about while Marty fucked his cock up and down.
She let her son fuck her mouth for a while in this position, then pulled away from him. Marty protested but she shushed him and leaned back on the floor. “Come here and get on top of me,” she said.
Marty dropped on top of his mother’s naked body, but, as he started to shove his cock into her cunt, she stopped him.
“I thought you wanted to fuck my mouth.”
“I do, Mom.”
“Then you’ll have to bring that cock up here,” she said, pulling at him.
She helped him into position, his cock now above her face, the liquid dripping from his prick, spattering her lips. She cupped his naked ass and pulled his cock downward, opening her mouth for him.
Taking the head of his cock between her lips again, she began to push and pull at his ass, letting him know she wanted him to fuck her in the mouth this way.
Understanding, Marty began to fuck his cock in and out between his mother’s stretching lips. Joan kept her hands cupping his bunching ass cheeks, feeling his balls bounce about her chin, his cock moving up and down. At he fucked her, she sucked and licked, gurgling with ecstasy. She writhed her naked ass on the carpet, spreading and closing her thighs, her cunt bubbling in that delicious way she loved so much.
Although Marty fucked his cock very deep, he still could not reach her throat. The smooth head would probe close to it, but not so far as to gag her. Joan held his cock with her tight lips as he fucked, his fucking becoming wilder and more excited. She could feel his cock throbbing against her sensitive, hungry lips, and her tongue lapped swiftly with every withdrawal he made, then slid along the cock shaft when he came down. His balls brushed and rubbed at her chin as his movements became more frantic.
She could hear him gasping above her head and her fingers dug harder into the cheeks of his ass as she him to fuck her mouth as hard and brutally as he wanted. She knew the urge to push at the moment of orgasms would be strong when he began to gush that come juice into her mouth. She was prepared for it.
Gurgling with anticipation, Joan closed her lips as tight as she could about her son’s cock. She closed her eyes as ecstasy bubbled through her nak
ed body, her naked ass twisting against the floor, her cunt starting delicious convulsions. Marty’s cock was throbbing much stronger, and he was fucking into her mouth with vigorous strokes now, panting heavily. Joan clung to his ass cheeks, ready to hold his cock in her mouth if he should suddenly try to pull free of her lips.
Marty grunted loudly.
Joan squealed about his cock.
The hot splashing of come juice spurted from Marty’s flaring piss hole. As the sweetness of his come juice coated her tongue, Joan realized she had no reason to cling to his ass; Marty had no intention of jerking his cock from her mouth. The urge to piss when he came held him in place.
Jean swallowed happily, her tongue racing about his spewing prick, sucking greedily. The thick, sweet come juice flooded her hungry mouth. As Joan’s cunt convulsed, she squeezed her thighs together, pressuring her knotted clit between them.
The taste of her son’s come juice sent Joan’s mind reeling with perverse, erotic ecstasy. She loved that sweetness in her mouth, filling it. She swallowed with liquid noises, her tongue never still, his balls writhing against her chin. She dug her fingers ecstatically into his shaking ass cheeks, pressing them down to hold his cock as deep as she could in her mouth.
When Marty finished coming, the squirting come juice only dribbling now, he relaxed where he was, his cock in Joan’s mouth. She didn’t mind the weight of him there; it was exciting to her. She caressed his shaking ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs, then, when he calmed a bit, she pushed him from her face.
Running her tongue over her slightly bruised lips, she grinned at her son as he sprawled next to her, his chest heaving.
“Was that as good as you thought it would be?” she asked, running her fingers about his cock and balls.
“Better!” he gasped.
“Now you know about me,” she giggled. “Now you know that your mother is one damned good cocksucker!”
CHAPTER FIVE
Eric, being a year older than his brother, tried hard to lead. In his older wisdom, he was more aggressive than Marty, but not much. It amused Joan.
Eric came into her bedroom that night, alone.
She was almost asleep, and, when she heard the shuffling footsteps, the dim light from the full moon coming through her window was enough so she knew it was Eric and not her youngest son.
Joan was stretched out on top of the sheets, with her window open to catch the slight breeze. Her gown was a long one, frilly and feminine. She lay with one arm above her head and the other resting on her flat stomach. She watched him enter the room and come close to her bed. Neither said anything. Eric stood near her bed, looking down at her. He was wearing shorts and nothing else.
Joan could see the way his cock strained against the white cotton material. It was obvious why he had come to her; he had gotten a nice hard-on in his room and needed it taken care of. She smiled in the dimness of the room, but kept quiet and didn’t move, waiting for him.
Eric leaned over and placed his hand on one of her upstanding tits, bringing a sigh from Joan. She pulled the hand on her stomach up and placed it on top of his, holding it there. When Eric climbed onto the bed with her, she scooted over, making room for him. Still silent, but with increased breathing, Eric fondled his mother’s tits, going from one to the other with both hands. Her nipples stood firm, pressing against the flimsy fabric of her gown. Joan writhed her body as he caressed her covered tits, but she didn’t reach for him. She knew this was what he wanted to do, to feel hers, to play with her body. His hands on her tits, squeezing the firm flesh, tweaking her sensitive nipples, was making her cunt throb, making her clit become enflamed.
Keeping one hand on her tit, Eric caressed downward, feeling across her now trembling stomach. He fondled with a light touch at the mound of her cunt hair, then stroked one of her thighs, going to her knee and back up again. He dug his fingers into her firm thigh flesh, and Joan made a soft whimper of pleasure. She spread her legs as his hand slipped between them, pressing her gown against her cunt as he cupped her pussy. Joan could not resist arching her pussy into his hand.
Eric leaned down and flicked his tongue about one of her nipples straining at the fabric. Joan trembled when he pulled her nipple between his teeth and bit gently. Now she could not keep from touching him. She slid her hand between his thighs and closed her fingers about his cock, feeling his prick through his tight shorts. Her son’s cock throbbed so deliciously against her hand. She jacked on his prick as best she could through his shorts, feeling a moist spot where his piss hole pressed. Sliding her hand down, she cupped his balls and held them, and she was not at all surprised when Eric moved his hot lips down on her body, licking at the fabric of her gown. As he pressed his lips between her thighs, kissing her cunt through her gown, Joan almost came. She lifted her hips and twisted her cunt into his mouth, mewling softly, squeezing at his covered balls. Her pussy was becoming very wet, and the juices soaked through her gown. When Eric buried his face between her thighs, leaning over her, Joan began to grind slowly, pressing her cunt into his face.
While Eric kissed and licked through her gown, he was drawing it up her thighs. Joan clutched his precious balls with an eager hand, breathing harshly as excitement burned through her.
It was obvious that Marty had told his brother what she and he had done that day. Now Eric was anxious to do the same thing.
When he had her gown almost to her hips, he lifted his face and scooted his mouth along the creamy inner surface of one thigh, shoving her gown higher. Joan lifted her ass and helped him, bringing the gown to her waist. Eric licked and sucked at the softness of her inner thighs, his chin brushing at her hairy, bubbling cunt, making Joan moan with increasing pleasure. She was thrilled to feel the wetness of his tongue moving about her inner thighs, excited when he sucked the sensitive flesh between his lips. He licked at her creamy thighs slowly, his hot breath searing her flesh. Joan kept her grip on his sweet balls, twisting them gently through his shorts.
And then Eric kissed her cunt.
His wet lips pressed into the hairy crotch, burning the flesh of her cunt lips and swollen clit. Joan gave a soft gasp of delight, pressing her cunt upwards. Her son shoved his hands underneath her ass, cupping the round, firm ass cheeks as he buried his mouth eagerly into her pussy. He was on his knees, and she could keep her grip on his balls as he began to lick his tongue up and down the throbbing wetness of her cunt. It seemed to Joan that Eric would lick one sensitive cunt lip, then the other. Sometimes his tongue would flick about her distended clit, sending a shudder of ecstasy through her. The way he squeezed her naked ass cheeks served only to bring her passions to a boil.
While still licking at her hairy cunt, Eric kept a tight grip on one cheek of his mother’s ass, the other hand moving about the swell of the other, over the back of her thighs, then returning to that creamy ass check again. She could hear the soft sounds of his sucking, his licking. She lifted her crotch higher, urging her son to thrust his tongue into her inflamed cunt.
Releasing his balls for a while, Joan fondled up and down the backs of his thighs, over his ass cheeks and between his legs. Her hand became feverish with movement as her son darted his tongue in and out of her slippery pussy. She squeezed his hard cock, twisted at his balls, dug her hands into the cheeks of his ass and kept up a twisting, gyrating motion with her crotch against his mouth and tongue. She was burning up because of the way Eric licked at her pussy. He would swipe his tongue along one cunt lip, trace it to her clit and then lick down the other pussy lip, almost to her asshole. He swirled his tongue about a curvy cheek of her ass, then dipped his tongue deeply into her eager pussy, thrust back and forth and repeated the same thing again.
When her orgasms began, they started softly, pleasantly. But, as each succeeding one burst, followed by another, they became stronger, more exciting. She twisted her hips about, pressing her cunt up into her son’s mouth as she came. He clung to her thrashing ass cheeks with both hands now, holding those round, fi
rm ass cheeks tightly, his face buried into her hot hairy cunt, lapping and thrusting, his nose almost between the cheeks of her ass, near her twinkling asshole. His heavy, gasping breathing fanned her asshole like a searing flame, and Joan began to gurgle a bit louder in ecstasy.
Eric thrust his tongue as deep as he could into his mother’s sugary cunt, and, as she came, those, wet pussy lips squeezed and sucked on his tongue. Joan clutched at Eric’s ass, then his balls, then his cock, as if not satisfied no matter what she held in her palm.
With a final explosion, while Eric sucked harshly at her clit, his tongue flicking the tip, Joan shuddered in complete ecstasy, then became limp. Her ass dropped to the bed as Eric lifted his now-smeared face from her cunt. He sat on his heels, knees wide apart. Joan still held his balls, but her fingers were loose now as she breathed deeply, her tits rising and falling.
“Oh, God!” she murmured. “That was so good, darling!”
“I knew you’d love that, Mom,” he said, again fondling her tits, but gently now.
“You’ve been talking to Marty,” she said.
“We talk about everything, you know that.”
“I know, and I’m so glad you do. If you didn’t, this might not have happened.”
His cock throbbed along her arm, and she drew her hand from his balls, tracing a finger along that sweet hardness to where the swollen head stretched his shorts. The spot there was so much wetter now.
“Sit on my stomach, baby,” she said in a hoarse voice. “I want to feel you sitting on me.”
Eric threw a leg over his mother and sat upon her stomach. She could feel his thighs at her sides and, through the gown, the heat of his ass and balls. She stroked his thighs, moving her fingers about the tight leg-holes of his shorts, again tracing the outline of his hard cock. Finally she pulled her gown from her shoulders, revealing her succulent tits in the dim moonlight coming through her window. Placing her hands on his hips, she urged him to scoot up her body. Eric scooted, and Joan maneuvered him so that his ass was pressing upon her naked tits. Eric squirmed his ass about his mother’s tits, and she lifted her head to kiss the hardness of his cock through those white shorts. She trailed the tip of her tongue along the outline to the wet spot, and there she fluttered her tongue about, tasting the sweetness that soaked through the cloth. She closed her lips about his covered cock head, sucking on it. Then she moved her hot, open lips up and down the prick shaft, moving finally to his balls.
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