Janet gasped as she saw the little girl. Brad, holding his mother's hand, began to giggle.
They had walked past the alleyway between the houses, and the little girl had been squatting near a fence about fifteen feet inside the entrance. Her skirt was up, and she was running her hand up and down between her legs.
"Oh, my God!" Janet hissed.
The girl looked up at them, a grin of pleasure on her face. She didn't pause in rubbing her cunt, but seemed to increase the movements. Then she pulled her hand away and exposed the pink lips of her pussy to them.
"Brad, don't look at her!" Janet said, tugging at her son's hand.
Brad giggled again, and Janet couldn't resist one final look at the girl. The girl had pulled the lips of her cunt open, grinning wickedly at them.
Walking swiftly, her face burning with shame for the little girl, Janet felt the oddest sensation between her open thighs. Heat suddenly flared up, and her cunt became wet. Her nipples felt extra sensitive suddenly, and she could hardly stand the rubbing of her summer sweater against them. She was aware that her son had been excited, too. A glance at the front of his pants showed his young cock straining in hardness.
They hurried home, with Brad trying to drag his feet, and he kept looking back, hoping to see the girl again. She was about his age, and very pretty, with long blonde ponytails and lovely blue eyes. He didn't know who she was. He knew most of the boys and girls in the neighborhood, but he had never seen this girl before.
Janet rushed to her room as soon as they entered the house. Her panties were soaked, uncomfortable, and the insides of her thighs were slippery with the seeping juices of her own pussy. She lifted her skirt and stripped her panties off, tossing them into the laundry hamper. Her cunt felt almost painful, her clitoris inflamed. She stripped her sweater over her head, after making sure Brad wasn't peeking. Naked from her waist up, she entered her adjoining bathroom and sat on the toilet. The tinkle of her piss seemed louder than ever. With her skirt bunched at her lap, pissing, she touched her nipples.
No longer pissing, she opened her thighs and looked down between them. All she could see was the thick mat of fan-shaped cunt hair. But she could definitely feel the pulses racing about her cunt. Spreading her legs wide, she shoved her hand down and began to agitate her distended clit. It had been years since she had fingered herself. Her clit was tightly knotted, juices almost pouring out of her cunt. She moaned and pressed her fingers against the puffy pussy lips, the heel of her hand smashing her inflamed clit.
That look at the little girl had triggered something deep inside Janet, and she began to claw at her cunt frantically. She jerked her ass back and forth on the seat of the toilet, her hand smashing at her clit. She began to wail as the pleasure built almost unbearably. She leaned her head back, sobbing with self-induced ecstasy. With her finger deep inside her cunt, she brought herself to orgasm. The contractions rippled through her hotly, turning all her muscles to liquid. With her hand cupping her convulsing cunt, a finger deep, the heel crushing her throbbing clitoris, Janet closed her thighs tightly.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered as her climax finished. "Oh, God!"
Shame came over her now, and she sat there, burying her face into her hands. Janet didn't want it to come back to her, that insatiable desire for erotic pleasures. She had fought it down for years, and now, one peek at a little girl fucking herself with a finger in an alley had brought it rushing back.
She, too, had been a naughty little girl. She had been a few years older than the girl she had seen. It had happened at school. She had been sitting in the bleachers, watching the boys practice basketball. She had always enjoyed watching them racing back and forth on the court. She had watched in the hopes of seeing a cock, or a pair of balls. All she had ever seen, though, were jock straps. Still, even that would make her tingle, make her cunt moist and hot, and sometimes she would actually come.
Then, one afternoon, as she sat there watching them, her knees together and her elbows resting on them, chin cupped in her hands, she had the strangest urge to reveal herself to them. The desire to expose herself had come on quickly.
She had opened her knees. A couple of the boys had been looking her way, and they had seen the flash of her panties. Janet had clamped her knees together just as quickly as she had opened them, but it had been enough to make her cunt explode with the most delicious orgasm. She sat stiffly until the spasms were over, and when she opened her eyes, she noticed the two boys whispering and pointing at her.
Strangely enough, she didn't feel ashamed of what she had done. The pleasure she had experienced wouldn't let her feel ashamed. With the wet heat still rumbling between her legs, she did it again.
This time she stared directly at the boys as she flung her legs wide, holding them open for almost a full minute. Immediately she came again, her cunt pulsating wet inside the crotch of her panties. She was still coming when she finally closed her legs. Weak from her orgasms, she remained sitting there and hardly knew the time. A sudden grip on her shoulder pulled her upward.
She was taken roughly into the principal's office, where she was told in no uncertain terms what a bad girl she was, that she could not return to school for a week. Afraid of her parents' reaction, she didn't tell them. She pretended illness, always jumping when the phone rang, expecting some school official to be notifying her parents of her wild behavior.
Since that time, she had controlled herself. It took a great deal of effort but she succeeded. When she married, she had been too ashamed to let her husband know, yet had wanted him to share her desire to expose herself. For many years, she had suppressed that wild hunger, but now, today, with the little girl, it all came in on her again. The demand to expose herself to others was strong, very strong.
Getting to her feet, she leaned for a moment against the sink, regaining strength. There was nothing she could do about the burning heat of her cunt except to try and ignore it. She pulled on a thin white blouse, buttoning it, but leaving the two top buttons open. The creamy swell of her rounded, full tits showed, the dark circles of her nipples slightly revealed. The sleeveless blouse revealed the curves of her tits, and that was what she wanted. She pulled on a fresh pair of bikini panties, smoothed her skirt down, and left her room.
She got halfway to the living room.
Brad stepped from the hall bathroom, a towel wrapped about his waist, otherwise naked. His hair was damp from the shower. The towel was a small one, and his legs showed, one all the way to his hip. Janet's hand went to her throat as she looked at him.
"Brad," she said softly.
Her son looked at her quizzically, seeing something different in his mother's eyes, but not knowing what it was.
"Brad," she said again.
She began to tremble, her knees shaking. She reached her other hand out toward her son, but not yet touching him.
"Brad, that girl... " she whispered. "That girl was... "
Brad realized something was different about his mother. Her eyes seemed to be hot, and she had trouble speaking. He stood and waited.
"Brad!" Janet hissed, and her hand grabbed the towel around his waist, jerking it free. "Oh, Brad!"
He stood naked, his cock standing straight up, his young balls dangling. Her eyes devoured her son's cock and balls. She dropped her hand from her throat, clenching both fists tightly at her hips, unable to take her eyes off his cock and balls.
Brad wasn't ashamed of being naked in front of his mother. His cock jerked back and forth, almost smacking his lower stomach. His eyes glowed now, sensing something exciting was about to happen to him.
"You mean, like this, Mom?" He closed his fingers about his cock, squeezing.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Touch it like that!"
Brad squeezed his cock as his mother stared in glazed hunger.
"Move your hand, honey," she urged huskily. "Move your hand on it. Pump it, baby!"
Brad jerked his tight fist up and down his cock.
"Oh, God, so beautiful!" she whimpered. "It's so beautiful, Brad! Do it faster, baby!"
His hand speeded up.
Janet sagged against the wall, her legs shaking badly now as she watched her son jacking off. Her cunt was boiling, clenching and loosening. It was almost as if she were back on those bleachers, watching the boys.
"Come, Brad!" she hissed. "Let me see you come!"
"Come?" he asked, puzzled. "I don't know what you mean, Mom."
"You mean you can't... " She swallowed hard. "You don't know what coming is, darling? You can't come yet?"
"I don't know," he said, not understanding.
Janet suddenly realized how young Brad was. There was no hair around his cock, nor his balls. Yet, his cock was a little bigger than she would have thought.
"But it feels good to play with yourself, don't it?" she asked, nervously.
"Oh, yes, Mom!" he gurgled, squeezing his cock hard. "I like to play with myself. It always feels good."
Janet was struggling to keep her tight fists at her sides. Her cunt was pulsing in desire. "Do you play with yourself a lot?"
Brad nodded, grinning at her. Janet had to know, had to know what her son did with himself, if he liked doing it. She had to know all about it because she was afraid of what she was about to do.
"That girl... did that excite you?" she asked.
"It sure did, Mom!" he replied with a high-pitched voice. "I got real hard!"
"You like to see that? I mean, do you like to look at girls that way?"
"I guess so," he replied. "I never saw one until today."
"But you've thought about it, wondered what a girl would look like between the legs?"
"All the time," he admitted.
"You know what it's called, don't you, honey?"
"Sure, Mom," he said, excited to have his cock hard and his mother looking at him, asking him these questions. "It's a pussy!"
She smiled. "Yes, a pussy," she said softly, with heat in her voice. "It's a pussy, baby. It's also a cunt."
Brad giggled. "I like that best. Cunt."
"Ooooo, say it again!" she groaned.
"Say what again? Pussy?"
"No, cunt!"
"Cunt!"
"Ooooo, baby, again!"
"Cunt," Brad giggled wickedly, his cock straining in his fist. "I saw her cunt, Mom! We both saw her pussy, her cunt!"
"Ohhhh, darling!" The rumble of an orgasm began inside her cunt, and she couldn't stop from smashing her fist against her pussy. "Ohhhhh!"
"What's wrong, Mom?" he asked, watching his mother's hand pressing at the front of her skirt.
"I'm coming!" Janet sobbed.
Brad, not knowing what his mother meant, gripped his cock and watched her shake. Her hand was rubbing at the front of her dress. Whatever "coming" was, his mother seemed to like it.
The spasms passed, and she moved her hand away from her pussy. Her eyes glowed and she was smiling with happiness.
"It was a good come, Brad," she said. "I know you don't know what I mean, but you will one of these days."
Her fingers played with her skirt. She began to inch her skirt upward, very slowly. "Want to peek at me?" she asked, throatily.
"Really, Mom?"
"Just a peek," she said. "No more... one look and that's all, okay?"
She lifted her skirt, watching for his reactions. Her long, slender thighs showed, and she paused when her skirt was almost above the crotch of her panties.
"You're sure you want a peek at me, Brad?" she asked again.
He nodded, his eyes gazing at her legs. "You won't... tell about it, will you?"
"Who would I tell, Mom?"
A shiver moved up and down her spine, and she held her breath as she lifted her skirt quickly. She held it at her waist, letting her son stare at her panties. Then she dropped the skirt, smoothing it over her hips.
"There, you've had a peek," she said.
"Yeah, a quick one," he complained. "I didn't see anything, Mom."
"You saw my legs... you saw my panties. That's enough right now," she said.
Disappointed, his cock still hard, he picked up the towel and started to wrap it about his hips again.
"No," she said.
He looked at her, the towel dangling in his hand.
"Don't put it on just yet," she said. "Let me look at you naked. You're beautiful, Brad. You're very beautiful, naked, and hard. Don't cover it up, not yet." She made up her mind instantly. She had found out her son was receptive, but just how much, she didn't know. There was only one way to find out.
"It's not fair, Mom," he said.
"What isn't, honey?"
"I'm naked, and you gave me just a little old peek," he said. "I didn't even see anything. I saw more of the girl in the alley."
"You're right, and I'm going to... " Her fingers lifted and fumbled at her blouse. "You want to see my... my titties?"
"Yeah, Mom!"
She pulled one side of her blouse open, flashing a flawless tit at him, then covering herself.
"Aw, come on, Mom!"
"Come with me," she said, her voice very low. "I'll show you something really fun, exciting."
She took his hand and pulled him into her bedroom. She had never felt so excited in her life, so hot and erotic.
She sat down on the edge of her bed, making her son stand a few feet before her. "Now, you have to just watch me," she said. "You can't touch, okay? Promise you'll just watch, and we can both have so much fun, Brad."
His cock was still very hard, throbbing up and down. She lay back, but made sure she could see his cock and balls. She moved her hands up to her tits, cupping them both.
"Just watch me, honey," she repeated. "Watch Mother. I like to be watched. You can see everything you want to see, if you'll promise to stand there and watch, and not try to touch me."
Brad agreed to watch, gripping his cock hard as his eyes followed his mother's hands.
Janet slowly opened the remaining buttons of her blouse, and peeled it open. Her tits rose up in spongy whiteness. Her nipples peaked as she circled them with her fingertips. Her eyes began to smolder with heat, gazing directly at her son's cock and balls. She made soft, low, sobbing sounds of pleasure.
"Watch me," she kept repeating. "Watch Mother. Watch what Mother does to herself! Watch me play with myself, darling!"
Leaving her tits exposed, she ran her hands down to the front of her skirt, and began to slowly inch it upward. When it was halfway up her legs, she stopped.
"You're sure you want to see?" she asked again. "You won't ever tell anyone about it, will you?"
"I promise, Mom!" he said, swallowing noisily.
Feeling a shameful excitement, Janet lifted her legs. She raised them high in the air, her toes pointing at the ceiling.
"Watch," she breathed.
Brad was watching, almost choking with excitement. He saw his mother's slim, long thighs, the crotch of her panties pooching from them, the whiteness of her ass cheek where the tan stopped. His balls felt very tight, more than usual. There was a difference in the tingling of his cock.
Janet held her legs in the air for some time, letting her son look at her from behind. Her cunt was throbbing so hotly, her clitoris about to explode. She began to gasp heavily, running her hands along the backs of her thighs, a fingertip of each hand moving along the tight, puffy crotch of her panties. She moved a fingertip along the center of her panties, feeling lightly of her cunt. Her eyes remained fixed upon her son's cock and balls.
Her hand moved up and down the crotch of her panties. She wiggled her ass, then lowered her knee to her tits. Peering between her knees at her son, she hooked a finger into her panties, peeling the crotch away.
"See it! See Mother's pussy, Brad!" she groaned.
"Oh, yes, Mom!"
The wet lips were lined with silky, dark hair, glistening in wetness. Brad was making gulping sounds as he stared at her cunt.
"See Mother's cunt, baby! Watch Mother's cunt!"
Janet was boiling, mindless. Exposing herself to her son was the greatest, but the best was yet to come. She was going to do something she had fantasized about for years.
"Watch me! Watch what I do with my cunt, baby!"
She parted the lips of her pussy, her clit protruding. She began darting a finger down and penetrating her steaming cunt. She wiggled her ass around, groaning as she fingerfucked herself, then twisted and pinched her distended clit. She probed a finger deeply, then removed it, and began to pat her cunt. She made soft, wet panting sounds, her ass shaking from side to side.
"Ohhh, watch me, watch me!" she squealed, drawing her knees along her head, lifting her ass higher. She rubbed and smashed at her cunt, pulling at her clit, then dove a finger into herself and fucked in and out. "Watch my cunt! Brad, watch Mother's hot cunt! Ooooo, I'm going to make myself come! Watch me fingerfuck my cunt, baby! Ohhhhh, honey, hold your beautiful cock tight and watch me fuck myself!"
Brad watched, his young eyes huge, his mouth open. His cock felt hard in his fist and throbbed more than ever before in his life. His balls seemed tight and full for some reason. What his mother was saying, what she was doing in front of him made his mind reel with ecstasy.
Janet's eyes burned. She lifted her ass as high as she could, almost doubling herself up. She shook her ass in a frenzy of self-induced pleasure.
"See my cunt!" she yelped. "Look at Mother's cunt, baby! Watch what Mother can do with her cunt! It's so juicy, Brad! Can you see how juicy my cunt is? Mother's pussy is hot, baby, so fucking hot! I'm going to fuck it with my hands... make myself come! Oooooo, yes, yes I am! Watch me... watch me do it! Ohhhhh! Oooohhh, it's so good!"
Her hips jerked up and down, meeting her fingers. She was fucking herself now with four of her fingers. She twisted her ass frantically, her excitement intense.
"Ahhhh, I'm going to make myself come, baby!" she cried. "Watch me come! I'm about to come! Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
A scream came out of her throat as her cunt convulsed. The hairy pussy lips gripped at her buried fingers, clutching them. She shook her ass wildly, no longer seeing her son. Her eyes were open, but they were filmed over with intense ecstasy. Her cunt clawed at her buried fingers, squeezing them hard.
It seemed to Brad his mother was having a fit. Yet at the same time, it was exciting to see her shaking so hard, wailing with rapture. He wasn't sure what was happening, but it was obvious that his mother loved it.
When the shudders stopped, she slowly pulled her fingers out of her cunt, and lowered her legs. She remained on her back for some time, the crotch of her panties still pulled to one side. Her vision slowly returned and she smiled at her son.
"Did you like that, Brad?"
"Wow, Mom!" he grunted.
"Wasn't it beautiful, seeing me? Watching me do that to myself?"
"Yeah!"
She sat up, her tits jiggling in a tight way. She leaned back on her hands, and arched her hips. The panties moved over her pussy.
"Am I bad?" she asked, her voice a whisper. "Am I a bad woman, Brad? A bad mother?"
"Gosh, no!" he said.
She held her arms out to him. Brad darted into his mother's arms, and she hugged him tightly, feeling his cock smashing at her naked tits. She clutched the cheeks of her son's ass, squirming her tits against his cock and balls, kissing at his chest wetly.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Oh, Mom! I love you!"
"Do you love me more now, after watching me do that?"
"Yes, Mom," he said, hugging her head against his chest, his cock throbbing on her firm tits. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, and dipped her face, pressing her lips to the head of his young cock, kissing.
CHAPTER TWO
The sound smoothness of her son's young cock against her lips sent something like an electric shock through Janet.
She held him with arms around his hips, her hands holding each cheek of his tight, young ass. His cock burned at her lips, scalding them. Back and forth she rubbed her lips, mewling softly. She listened to her son gasping, the sounds of his excitement exciting her. Her cunt, already juicy from her fingerfucking so vigorously, dripped against the bed. She squirmed slightly, pressing her cunt and ass down on the mattress. Her hands tightened on his ass.
Shifting her face slightly, she pressed her lips into his lower stomach, parting them, the tip of her tongue tasting his flesh. The head of his cock probed beneath her chin. Janet felt the hunger rising inside her. She knew she would give in, that she couldn't resist giving in.
"Baby, baby," she moaned against his stomach. "Oh, baby!"
"Mom, it feels so tight!"
"What is tight, honey?"
"My... my balls," he groaned.
"Poor things," Janet whispered, sliding a hand between them, cupping her son's hairless balls. "They do feel tight, baby." They felt tight and hot, as if loaded from pent-up emotions. "They feel very hard, Brad. Hot and tight."
"They hurt, Mom."
"I know, darling," she purred, twisting her tongue against his belly button. "I know they hurt. It's my fault, Brad. Watching me do that made them hurt."
She drew her hands up from his balls, holding the base of his cock. Still gripping his ass in her other hand, Janet rubbed the smooth swollen head of his cock back and forth on her lips. She wanted to take his prick into her mouth, to taste and lick his cock. She wanted to suck on his cock badly.
Pressing his cock against her neck, Janet looked up at him. She felt his hardness throbbing against her flesh, and rubbed her hand up and down.
"I shouldn't have let you watch that, baby," she said softly.
"Oh, I liked it, Mom!"
"But it's made you hurt so badly."
"That's okay," he said. "I don't mind. It's okay if I hurt. Mom, I love to watch you play with yourself. It's okay, Mom."
"Maybe I can make it better," she whispered.
She lowered her face again, drawing him between her thighs. Clutching at one cheek of his ass, she pressed her knees against his legs. Again she brushed his cock across her lips, then her chin. She pressed his prick at her nose, inhaling the fresh, innocent scent. She leaned back, and lowered his cock. Brad was starting to gasp as he saw his mother press the swollen prickhead against one of her nipples. She stroked her fingers along the base.
"Ooooo, it feels very good on my tit, Brad," she said.
"Kiss it again, Mom," he choked.
"Mmmmm, you like that, do you?" she purred.
"Mom, it feels like I'm gonna pee!"
"Oh, baby!"
Janet dug her fingers hard into her son's ass cheek, rubbing her lips back and forth on the head of his cock. She didn't think he would piss, but she wouldn't care if he did. She parted her lips slightly, just enough to touch his piss hole with the tip of her tongue. She felt his small body jerk, and she gave his cock a suck.
"Mom!" Brad groaned, his knees shaking.
"Hush," Janet whispered. She rubbed his cock back and forth across her lips again. She cradled his tender balls for a moment, then used her thumb and finger to jack on the base of his cock.
"Mom!"
Her lips rubbed, and the gushing of his come juice startled them both.
Squirt after squirt of young come juice spewed from his piss hole. Janet didn't move. She clung to his ass, her lips against his cock, letting him come. The hot wetness dripped downward from her lips, over her chin, and she felt it drop onto a nipple. Brad was shaking and groaning, almost dancing. He was still coming as she drew her face away. She saw a spurt fly from his piss hole, and gave a low squeal as it struck her nipple. She grasped his throbbing cock in her fingers, and began to jack him swiftly, tightly.
"Ooooo, you're coming, Brad! Look, baby! Look at your cock! You're coming! Ohhhhh, that's beautiful, darling! Your first come... and I'm making it happen for you!"
"I gotta... I gotta... " Brad gasped.
"Just come!" she urged hotly. "Come, Brad! Ooooo, watch your cock squirt! It's so beautiful!"
A final spurt dribbled out, falling downward. Janet twisted her fist on his cock, slowly manipulating it. Her eyes were glittering with bright heat. She moved her tongue out, tasting his come juice on her lips. Her cunt felt swollen.
"Are your balls okay now?" she asked softly, lowering her hand from his cock to his balls. They felt loose and empty now. She massaged them tenderly.
"What was it, Mom?"
"You came, honey," she explained. "You came your first time. Wasn't it wonderful? Didn't it feel so wonderful?"
He grinned shyly at her. "Is that what happened when you played with yourself--you came?"
"Oh, yes!" she squealed. "It's wonderful to come!"
"I thought I was gonna pee."
"It does feel like that, sometimes," she said.
"Your face is a mess," Brad said. "I didn't mean to do that in your face, Mom."
"Oh, I loved it!" Janet cried softly. "It felt good, catching it in my face." A shiver moved through her flesh. "I loved feeling you come off in my face. If only I had realized... knew it was going to happen so fast, I'd have... "
Brad waited.
"Yes, I would have! I'd have fucked you, Brad!"
"Really, Mom?"
"God, yes!"
"Let's do it now, then!"
Janet laughed. "You're very eager, aren't you? I guess seeing that little girl got to you."
"You got to me, Mom," he said. "Watching you playing with yourself got to me."
Janet pretended shyness. "You mean seeing me play with my cunt?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Then say it," she whispered. "Say cunt, Brad!"
He giggled. "Cunt."
"Ooooo, it makes me shiver to hear you say that," she mewled. Wiping her mouth with her hand, she rubbed it on her skirt. Then she wiped her chin, and again on her skirt. She used her blouse to wipe her tit. "I'm going to be your girl, Brad. Mother is going to be your cunt!"
"That means I can kiss you and touch you and, you know, other things?"
"I said I'd have fucked you, didn't I?"
She gently pushed him away. Getting to her feet, she removed her blouse and dropped it. Her tits rose out in firmness. Brad stared hungrily at them.
"You can touch them," she said. "You can play with my tits."
His hands eagerly went to his mother's tits. She shook them as his hands fondled and felt. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet. His cock was turning hard again, and she closed her fist about his prick for a squeeze. Leaving her panties on, she climbed into the center of her bed, bringing her son with her. She sat on her feet, drawing his young face to her tits.
"Suck them, Brad," she urged softly. "I love to have my tits sucked. Suck Mother's tits, honey."
Brad gurgled with young excitement, closing his lips about a nipple and sucking vigorously.
Janet crooned and held his head tightly, watching his mouth suck hungrily. She dropped one hand to his lap, finding his cock. She stroked his prick as he sucked at her tit in a greedy manner. His harsh, hot breaths felt good on her naked flesh.
She rubbed his cock, whispering to him.
"You have a beautiful cock, Brad. It's so hard and sweet looking. I don't mind if you come in my face, baby. You can come on me anywhere you want. You can stick it in Mother, come inside me, anyplace you want to put it."
Her words and her hand had his young body trembling. Janet knew the magic of her words, of her hand.
"You can put your cock in Mother's cunt and fuck it. I'll be your first fuck, Brad. I think that would be sweet, your first piece of ass. Mother's cunt is very hot and wet, and your cock will love it."
Brad sucked hard, drawing her nipple almost to his throat. His mother's words inflamed him to greater desire, and his cock throbbed powerfully in her hand.
"You like to see me fingerfuck myself, don't you?" Janet went on. "You love to see Mother's titties, Mother's cunt. Seeing me feel my pussy makes your beautiful cock hard, and Mother loves a hard cock, Brad."
Brad slipped his mouth from her tit. "Really, Mom? You're gonna let me fuck you? Really?"
Her eyes danced with erotic fire as she nodded.
"When?" Brad asked eagerly. "When are you gonna let me fuck you, Mom?"
"Right now," she said. Lying back, her tits swelling up, Janet parted her legs. "All you have to do is slide my panties to one side, darling, and shove your cock in."
Brad was almost beside himself with excitement. He jumped between his mother's thighs, his fingers fumbling with her panties. Being so near to her cunt with his hands was almost too much for him.
"Let me do it," Janet said, knowing he was too excited.
She drew the crotch of her panties to one side. Brad stared at her cunt, his mouth gaping. His cock throbbed tightly. Janet lifted her hips, twisting them teasingly, understanding his awe.
"Come on," she urged softly. "Put your cock in me."
Brad leaned over, and Janet grasped his young cock. She brought the smooth head to her pussy, rubbing it up and down the slit for a moment. Brad gasped again, and Janet was holding her breath. The first penetration of a cock into her cunt was the most thrilling. She loved the anticipation of the swollen head spreading the lips of her cunt, the slow inward movement. Once the head was between the lips of her cunt, she wanted it shoved hard, rammed deeply and swiftly.
"Ooooo, feel that, Brad?"
The wet lips of her cunt clutched the round head of her son's cock, squeezing.
"Oh, Mom!"
She curled her fingers into his hips, and jerked.
She squealed as she jerked his cock into her cunt, his balls smashing at her ass.
"Oooooo, it's in me, Brad! Ohhhhh, your cock is in Mother's cunt!"
Janet grasped her son's ass in both hands, holding him deep and tight. She twisted her legs about his, squeezing.
"Don't move," she hissed. "Don't move yet, Brad."
Her cunt gripped, flexing on his cock. She felt his prick throbbing inside her pussy, his balls hot on the cheeks of her ass. She felt as if she could lay like this for hours, her cunt sucking and squeezing.
"Hold my tits, darling."
Brad braced his elbows on the bed, covering his mother's tits with both hands. She wiggled her hips, then made an up and down movement.
"Now you can move," she hissed. "Fuck me, Brad! Fuck Mother, baby! Ohhhhh, fuck Mother's cunt! I want your cock... fucking me! Ram it up my pussy, baby! Oooo, Mother's cunt is so fucking hungry for your young cock!"
Brad wasn't sure what to do, and followed his mother's lead. When she bounced her hips, he bounced his. She held his hips and jerked him up and down, making his cock fuck in and out of her cunt. Brad caught the rhythm, and gasping in rapture, began to fuck his mother vigorously. The friction of her cunt lips sent Janet into wild thrashing motions. She swung her legs open, then closed them about his hips, only to swing them wide again. She shoved her hands to his ass, clutching the tight cheeks as hard as she could, digging into them. She threw her cunt up to him powerfully.
"Ooooo, give it to me!" she wailed.
Brad, fully into the rhythm of his first fuck, fucked his cock in and out of his mother's gripping cunt wildly.
Janet squealed with the lunges, lifting her knees, pulling them back, tossing her burning cunt up and down. She wiggled and thrashed her ass while the burning excitement seared through her. Her son's cock felt huge inside her, going deliciously deep. The sensitive lips of her cunt felt the hard throbs. Each time her son fucked into her, her swollen clit scraped along the cockshaft, sending electrical jolts of rapture through her, from head to toe. Moist slapping sounds came from between them as his cock fucked back and forth, his balls slapping upon the twisting, grinding cheeks of her ass.
Brad fucked her hard, buffeting her on the bed. His excitement was great, and knowing she was pleasing her son, giving him this intense pleasure, made it better for her, too. She tossed her ass fast and hard as he came down. He fucked her so powerfully, she was actually scooting on the bed, her back sliding along the sheets. The lips of her cunt, protected by the thick mat of curling hair, were being beaten hard. They were swollen, throbbing as they gripped Brad's cock. Her long, sensitive clit was being scraped and battered painfully, but Janet loved it. She clawed at the clenching cheeks of her son's ass, her fingers squeezing. She squealed and sobbed as her ecstasy increased with each delicious stab of his cock.
"Deep!" she wailed, tears of rapture in her eyes. "Go deep! Ohhhh, baby, fuck me deep! Your cock is so hard, and it fucks me so good! Faster, Brad! Oh, darling, fuck Mother's hot cunt deep and fast! Beat my cunt... stab my cunt... fuck my cunt, my hot, hot cunt!"
Brad heard his mother's wild cries, but he couldn't speak. Not with words. All he could do was grunt and pant and choke. The sensations of his mother's wet cunt holding his cock sent his mind reeling insanely. There was a heat covering his cock that was like nothing he had ever felt before. The feelings in his cock and balls were terrific, and the sensations radiated outward to his thighs, up his back.
Janet threw her head back, eyes closed as the sweet sensations flooded her body, starting in her cunt, going outward along the hairy lips, then steaming up across the fan-shape of her pussy hair. Her muscles twitched as her cunt burned, her thighs melting with heat. She closed them tightly about her son's thighs, locking her ankles there. She clutched at his pumping ass with desperate fingers, jerking him downward hard. She began to sob as her ecstasy became unbearable.
She screamed, the sound shatteringly shrill.
"Ooooo, my cunt, my cunt! Brad, fuck my cunt! Ahhhhh, darling, my cunt is going to explode! Oh, baby, baby! I'm about to come, Brad! Mother's cunt is... is... ohhhh, I'm coming!"
Janet dug harshly into her son's ass, her fingernails almost cutting the flesh. She wasn't aware that she was holding him tightly, making it impossible for her son to move. She wasn't aware of anything except the mindless orgasm that shot through her cunt. The spasms of her pussy gripped Brad's cock like a vise of steel. She bucked her cunt onto his prick, the hairy pussy lips smashed at the hairless base of his cock, working with a strong, flexing suction.
Her pussy rippled with waves of wetness, of scalding heat, from the base of his throbbing cock to the swollen, bulging prickhead.
Janet shrieked insanely, the ecstasy overwhelming her. She clung to her son's shaking ass, her knees riding up his sides to spread her convulsing cunt for more depth. The powerful contractions burned from her pussy to her tits.
Brad couldn't take it.
His head shot upward, his teeth gritted tightly.
Janet sensed, rather than felt, her son's cock jerk inside her spasming cunt. She screamed again as her son's cock spurted. The thick, creamy come juice, for the second time in his young life, splashed along the greedy, smooth walls of her flexing cunt. The short, jerking squirts of his come juice drenched her cunt. Her pussy was so sensitive, she could feel the come juice burning inside it, feel it splash at the very end of her pussy.
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "Oh, God! Yes, baby... Yes!"
CHAPTER THREE
Janet felt the wonderful glow on her flesh for the rest of the day. Her eyes remained bright, her flesh slightly flushed. The tingling of her cunt never left, and she liked the sticky feel of his come juice inside it. She didn't want to wash, especially her cunt.
She loved the way it smelled. The scent of her son's cock and his come juice seemed to linger on her. She wondered if, going outside, others could smell it, know she had been fucking. It was a delightful thought. She wanted everyone to know of her pleasure. The inner flesh of her thighs tingled as well as her cunt. She could still feel her son's hips brushing between them, it seemed.
She sat in the living room, leaning back on the couch, feet lifted to the cushions. Brad was eating a late snack, watching his favorite television series, some stupid action program with a lot of car crashes, firing of guns, fist fights and very little romantic action.
Since fucking her son that afternoon, Janet wasn't surprised to find herself in a perpetual state of arousal. She enjoyed being aroused. She loved to be aroused with words and touches, making it last for a long time.
Brad sat on the floor in his jockey shorts, legs crossed, eating a piece of chocolate cake, absorbed in the action of the television program. She watched him, studying his young face.
There weren't many boys his age who got what he was getting, she knew. There were many young boys running around peeking under the girls' dresses, trying to see what a cunt looked like. There were a lot of them looking at men's magazines, getting a hard cock over the pictures of naked women. She imagined some of them, those who could come, jacking off in some hidden place as they stared glassily at the pictures of naked women. Brad didn't have to do that; he had the real thing for his preciously young cock.
Janet wore a housedress, tight over her tits and at her narrow waist. The skirt was full, though, swirling about her legs when she turned. Now it was spread out around her as she lay on the couch, her head propped on the arm. Beneath her housedress, she was naked, deliciously naked. Brad had been too excited to really look at her, she knew. The best look he had of her cunt was while she fingered herself for him. She trembled as a delicious feeling went through her.
Exposing a thigh, a teasing peek at a tit, wasn't enough.
She wanted to expose her cunt.
To everybody... publicly.
She drew one foot along the couch, bending her knee. The television program was coming to an end, and that usually was the time Brad went off to bed. As her knee lifted, her dress fell back. Her thigh, creamy-smooth and well-tanned, showed.
"Brad," she whispered, sliding a hand into the top of her dress and fondling her tit. "Brad, Darling, look at me."
He turned, cake icing clinging to his upper lip. His eyes turned bright immediately when he saw what his mother was doing. Janet smiled hotly at her son, shoving the top of her dress from one tit. She pressed her hand under her tit, pushing upward. Her brown nipple was long and firm.
"I like feeling my tits," she whispered huskily. "My tits are very sensitive to touch. Look how long my nipple is, baby."
She pulled her nipple, stretching, twisting gently. Her eyes glowed on his face, watching his reaction to what she was doing, saying.
"I can lick my own tit," she said. She lowered her chin and shoved her tongue out. She swirled it about the rigid nipple, licking. She couldn't get her nipple into her own mouth, although she tried many times. "Mmmmmm, it tastes good."
Brad's cock swelled inside his jockey shorts, straining outward. Janet gazed at where the head pressed, watching a bit of moisture form on the white cloth. She flicked her nipple with the tip of her tongue, rapidly, writhing her hips sensuously. Her dress was almost in her lap, and she twisted about so her son could look between her legs.
"Look at Mother's cunt, honey," she murmured, still licking her tit. "See Mother's cunt, baby. Isn't Mother's cunt wet and hairy? How did it feel with your cock in it today, Brad? Did you love the wet heat of Mother's cunt around your cock? Did you love fucking my pussy, baby?"
Brad nodded eagerly, gazing up his mother's slightly parted thighs. The hair-covered cunt looked wet. Beads of glistening moisture clung to the strands of silky hair.
"Your cock is hard, honey," she whispered, opening the top of her dress all the way, showing both her shapely, firm tits. "Does seeing Mother's titties and cunt make your precious cock hard?"
"It sure does, Mom," he replied, his voice almost a husky growl.
Janet turned on the couch until she was sitting with her back resting on it. She moved her ass to the edge of the cushions, her eyes bright and slightly glazed as she opened her knees. She moved a hand along her creamy thigh in a caressing motion. She stared at the strain of her son's cock as she stroked herself. She circled a fingertip about the hairy lips of her cunt, then pulled lightly at the hair, bringing her clit upward. Her clit bulged up, hard and moist. She moaned softly with the feeling.
"I bet you'd like to kiss it," she said, her voice very low. "I bet you'd love to kiss Mother's wet cunt, Brad. Haven't you thought about that? Haven't you ever wondered what Mother's cunt would smell like, taste like?"
Brad hadn't, but he nodded anyway. He hadn't thought of his mother at all this way until she had fingerfucked in front of him. Seeing the little girl in the alley had excited him, made his cock hard, but he had not thought of his mother as someone to fuck, to see so lewdly. Still, he gave her the answers he somehow knew she wanted.
Janet ran the flat of her hand up and down the lips of her cunt, feeling the wetness. She drew her hand upward, starting at the bottom of the slit, along the sensitive lips. Brad's eyes opened a bit when Janice lifted her hand to her face, sniffing.
"It smells so good, Brad! Mother's cunt has a very nice smell to it." She licked the tip of her tongue at the wet palm. "Mmmmm, a nice taste, too. Want to kiss Mother's cunt, darling?"
Janet parted her legs, straining them wide. The pink wetness of her cunt opened. Janet patted her clit with the tips of her fingers, writhing her hips. She moaned softly, then began to run her hands, one at a time, up her cunt, pulling and stretching. Hot fuck juices seeped from the sugary interior, making the cheeks of her ass moist.
"Kiss me, honey," she urged throatily. "Kiss my pussy, Brad. Mother's cunt wants a big kiss."
Brad was intensely aroused. In this one day he was experiencing so many erotic sensations it was unbelievable. In one day, a matter of hours, really, he was learning more than any boy his age. His interest and excitement was intense. He liked the feel of his cock and balls, the tight fullness there, the hardness. His hard-on seemed to be more powerful since discovering his ability to come off, to gush out come juice.
Janet ran her tongue over her lips suggestively, still playing with her revealed cunt. She lifted her hips, gyrating them lewdly for her son's pleasure. She felt insanely lewd, wanting to do so many things at once with her son, the things she had dreamed of doing, but had been unable to even talk about with anyone.
"Come here, and kiss it, Brad," she whispered. "Kiss Mother's cunt, baby! Ooooo, my pussy just loves to be kissed!"
Brad knee-walked toward his mother, his cock outlined by the white of his jockey shorts. Janet wanted to bring his crotch to her face, to smear her mouth and nose and chin into his delicious crotch, to feel his preciously young balls and cock burn through those shorts on her lips. She wanted to lick his balls and cock through them. She wanted to suck his cock off through those shorts, to strain his sweet come juice through them. It was one of her fantasies to suck a cock off through a pair of shorts.
Brad paused between his mother's open knees, his eyes glazed as he watched her press the lips of her cunt together, then pull them wide. Her unusually long clit lifted in knotted hardness. The hood pulled back, revealing the sensitive knot.
"Kiss it," she whispered again.
Brad slipped his hands to his mother's knees. Janet covered the backs of her son's hands, drawing his palms up her thighs.
"Feel me, Brad," she urged hotly. "Feel me all over, honey. You can feel Mother up! Feel Mother's titties, Mother's cunt, Mother's ass, Mother's legs! Feel me anywhere! I love to be touched all over."
She rubbed her son's palms up and down her thighs, then brought one hand to her cunt. She held her son's wrist, moving his fingers through the silky mat of her cunt hair. She mewled softly and slipped his hand downward. She ran his fingers along her clit, her hips jerking with the delicious contact. She turned his hand and curled it into her cunt.
Brad felt the wet heat of his mother's pussy in his hand, and his eyes rolled with pleasure. His cock throbbed powerfully and he started feeling his mother's cunt on his own. She wiggled her ass and brought her hands back up to her tits. She squeezed her tits as she gazed down between her thighs, watching her son feel her up excitedly. When he probed a finger into the steamy wetness of her pussy, she crooned softly and twisted her ass in slow, revolving circles.
"Ooooo, stab me!" she whimpered. "Fingerfuck me a bit, baby! Ooooo, that feels very good! Fuck me with your finger a bit, darling! Ahhhhh, that's what I love! Yes, Brad... fingerfuck my cunt!"
Brad ran his finger deeply, feeling the scalding wetness of his mother's cunt for the first time. He liked the softness of it, the slippery wetness. He liked the way it felt on his finger as he fucked it in and out the way he had his cock earlier. He watched the hair-rimmed lips of his mother's cunt gripping his finger. He could actually see it grip and turn loose.
"Mother's cunt is sucking your finger!" she whimpered. "My cunt can suck your finger, baby!"
While her son knelt there fingerfucking her, Janet shot one of her hands down and began to rub at her inflamed clitoris, clutching her tit tightly in her other hand. She moaned softly as they both agitated her boiling cunt. Her hips revolved, then pumped up and down on his finger. She swung her head from side to side as the urge to come swelled hotly. "Make me come!" she groaned. "Make my cunt explode, Baby! Fuck Mother's cunt with that finger and make me come! I love to come!"
Brad fucked his finger in and out of his mother's cunt wildly, banging his knuckles against the tender pussy lips. The harder he fucked his finger, the better Janet liked it. She shoved her ass up, straining her cunt against his pounding finger.
"Oooooo, hard, baby, hard!" she whimpered. "Beat my cunt! Ohhhh, Brad, beat Mother's cunt! Bruise it... smash it! Ooooo, you're going to make me come! Fuck it, fuck it! Oh, God!"
Brad breathed hard as he rammed his finger brutally into his mother's cunt. The wet sounds drifted upward, and he caught the odor of his mother's pussy. The musky scent was pleasant, arousingly so. He could feel that sweet tingling feeling he had when he came that first time. It was a feeling he wanted to have forever.
"Harder!" Janet screeched, straining her wide-open crotch into his plunging finger.
"Fuck me harder! Oh, Brad, Brad! Beat the piss out of Mother's cunt! Fuck it hard as you can! Beat my cunt... beat my fucking cunt raw!"
His fist smashed hard, crushing the puffy, hairy lips of her cunt. The friction sent Janet into shudders of ecstasy. Brad's fascination was intense as he watched his mother's cunt, his fist dripping with hot fuck juices now. He twisted his knuckles into her pussy as hard as he could.
"Now, baby, now!" Janet wailed, grinding her cunt powerfully into his fist, his finger sucked deeply. "Ooooo, I'm coming! Oh, God... I'm coming!"
Brad stared, fascinated, watching his mother's cunt squeeze his finger. He could see the hairy pussy lips gripping, flexing. He could feel the pull of her inner muscles, a pull so strong it seemed as if her cunt was trying to suck his whole fist inside.
Tears of joy streamed from Janet's eyes, her hips jerking out of control, bucking and churning her cunt onto his fist. The orgasms burned completely through her body. She felt the heat rush to her knees, then back up, roaring hotly in her cunt, and finally racing up to her swollen tits. Her face turned a bright pink as she cried out with bliss.
"Oh! Oh... ohhhh, so fucking good!" she groaned as the heat began to ebb. Her cunt was still throbbing, but the powerful orgasm was over.
Brad wasn't fucking his finger any more, but it was still inside her, his knuckles pressing at the fiery cunt lips.
Janet's cunt began pushing his finger out. She giggled softly. "I guess my cunt wants it out," she said.
Brad withdrew his finger. It was dripping wetly with cunt juices, his hand smeared all the way to his elbow. He seemed confused, not knowing what to do with it. Janet leaned forward, taking his arm with both hands. Looking into her son's hot eyes, she licked her tongue about his wet finger, along his palm and knuckles. Tasting herself, she cooed softly, pulling his pussy-wet finger into her mouth and sucking. Her lips glistened wetly as she pursed them, taking her son's face between her hands and pressing her lips to his. She kissed her son's mouth almost tenderly, her lips parted slightly.
Brad tasted his mother's cunt on her mouth, and his cock almost discharged inside his shorts.
"Mmmmm, now you should kiss my pussy," she said softly. "You would like to kiss Mother's cunt, wouldn't you, Brad?"
"I think so, Mom," he said as she leaned back again. He looked between her thighs. The skin of her inner legs was wet and slippery. Her cunt was juicy, with beads of wetness clinging to the soft hair. "I think I would like that."
"Lick my legs," she instructed. "Lick on my legs first."
Brad lowered his head. The musky scent of his mother's cunt was stronger now, inflaming his young hungers. He kissed the inner flesh of his mother's thigh, and found it hot. Janet mewled as his lips kissed. When the tip of his tongue came out in a tentative lick, she gave a delicious whimper.
Brad ran his tongue up her thigh, tasting the slippery wetness near her cunt. With his tongue licking at her thigh, his cheek was tickled by the moist hair of her cunt.
Janet caught his hands, and rubbed them up and down her thighs and hips as he kissed and licked at her flesh. She jerked her dress to her waist, wanting her lower body fully available to his young, hot mouth and tongue. She drew her son's hands past her hips and curled his fingers into the cheeks of her ass. Then she took his face between her hands once more, guiding his mouth where she wanted.
Brad felt his mother's juicy cunt against his lips, the steamy heat almost blistering his mouth. Janet whimpered and rubbed her cunt up and down against her son's face, smearing with her juices. Her eyes were slitted as she looked down at him, seeing his eyes burning, his nose buried in the thick curls of her cunt.
"Kiss it!" she hissed. "Kiss my hot cunt, Brad!"
Brad kissed, and Janet moaned.
"Lick it!"
Brad's tongue slipped past his lips. He tasted the hot fuck juices seeping from his mother's cunt, and licked his tongue up and down, starting at the bottom and drawing upward. He lapped the creamy pussy slit all the way to her almost-bursting clit. He rolled his tongue about his mother's clit by instinct. Janet's ass bucked upward, grinding at his mouth.
He clutched the tight cheeks of his mother's ass in his hands, his eyes expressing his delight. His tongue twisted and swirled about her long clit. He pulled her clit between his lips and sucked, flicking his tongue back and forth on the tip. Janet cried out with ecstasy and started grinding her cunt into his face. She held him by the back of his head, smashing her cunt into his face. She churned up and down, fucking at his mouth, sliding her cunt from side to side, but Brad's tongue seemed to stay at her clit.
"Oh, God! Ohhhhh, baby!" she wailed. "Lick it for me! Your tongue is so good! Lick Mother's cunt, darling! Suck that hard little button! Oh, yes, that's what I like best!"
Brad sucked hard on his mother's clit, his suction strong.
"Inside!" she squealed. "Shove your tongue inside me! Hurry, baby, shove your tongue up Mother's cunt! Ohhhhh, fuck my pussy with your tongue, Brad!"
Brad lowered his mouth, his lips parted widely. He covered the whole expanse of his mother's fiery cunt with his lips, and thrust his tongue as far up her cunt as he could. Janet's hips jerked into his face, grinding swiftly as she pulled at the back of his head.
"Eat my cunt!" she screamed at her son. "Eat my fucking cunt, Brad! Oh, fuck my cunt with your tongue! Suck my pussy... lick my twat! Ahhhhh, darling, darling, suck Mother's hot, wet, hairy snatch! You like my cunt, baby? You like the taste of my wet cunt in your face, honey?"
Brad didn't answer. He couldn't answer; his mouth was buried into his mother's cunt tightly, his tongue lapping and delving. He sucked the fiery juices from her cunt and into his mouth, swallowing. The taste of her cunt, he found, was so exciting and delicious, he was afraid his cock would squirt off into his jockey shorts. Already his cock was straining with a powerful hardness, the swollen prickhead pushing up past the elastic waist band.
"Suck hard!" Janet sobbed, grinding brutally into her son's face. "Oh, suck my cunt hard! Suck it off... suck my cunt into your mouth! Eat it, chew it, swallow my fucking cunt, Brad!"
Brad tried to suck his mother's cunt into his mouth. He had the hairy pussy lips inside, and his tongue was probing the fiery insides wildly. His upper lip crushed her distended clit. He was sucking and licking and eating his mother's cunt with intense enthusiasm, swallowing the juices as they dripped into his mouth.
Janet closed her thighs about her son's head, smashing his face between them. She was sobbing loudly with ecstasy. She squeezed his head between her hot thighs, then opened them, only to squeeze them again.
"Oooooh! Ohhhhh, baby, baby!" she kept moaning as she churned her cunt up and down, beating it at his mouth and tongue. "You'll make me come again, Brad! You're going to make me come again! Suck hard, shove it deep! Oh, I love to have my cunt sucked! Fuck me with your tongue! Suck me with your mouth! I'm so close to coming again!"
Sucking a cunt for the first time, Brad had no experience, but what he lacked in that department, he was making up for with enthusiasm. His tongue seemed to lick everywhere at her cunt, tasting and probing and sucking. He clutched the swell of her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the hot crack. Janet loved the way he held her naked ass, the way he pulled her cunt into his face. She liked the feel of his fingers in the crack of her ass, so near her asshole. She twisted her ass in an effort to get a finger on her asshole, but wasn't successful. He held the ass cheeks much too tight, and she was getting ready to come and didn't want to turn loose of his head. She lifted her crotch, her stomach muscles bunching.
Brad fucked his tongue in and out of the steamy cunt lips, using his tongue like his cock. The friction on her pussy was intense, and Janet was crying loudly as her orgasm swelled and burned and bubbled upward.
"Now!" she screamed, flinging her legs as wide as she could, smashing her cunt brutally into his sucking mouth.
She screamed again as her orgasm tore through her cunt like a tidal wave. She humped and ground and beat her convulsing cunt into her son's mouth with violence.
Brad's tongue penetrated deeply into his mother's cunt, and he felt her pussy sucking away. The hot waves of her convulsions squeezed his tongue. It was the same feeling when he fucked her, that her cunt was trying to suck his tongue into her stomach.
Janet thrashed in mindless ecstasy, sobbing loudly through a series of orgasms that came time and again. Ripples moved up and down her almost-naked body. Her tits became very tight, painfully tight, her nipples ready to burst. She rammed her contracting cunt into her son's face violently, hardly aware of her movements. Her eyes closed tightly as her cunt kept exploding with wave after wave of intense orgasm.
Slowly, very slowly, she lowered her ass, the muscles of her thighs and stomach relaxing. She quivered a few times, making hissing sounds. Her hands fell away.
Brad pulled his face out of her cunt, grinning proudly.
"Was it okay, Mom?"
"Okay?" she breathed. "Darling, I've never been sucked so gloriously in my whole life! If I didn't know better, I'd swear you've been sucking every little cunt around for years. My God, that was fantastic!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Stand up," she said.
Brad got to his feet, his face gleaming with anticipation.
Janet held her son's hips, staring hungrily at his cock. The prickhead bulged up from the waist band, the cockshaft outlined by the shorts.
Purring, Janet ran her hands feverishly up and down her son's thighs, his hips. She felt the tightness of his ass inside his shorts, squeezing the cheeks, watching his cock pulsate. The piss hole was open, sparkling with wetness. She reached from behind him, her hand sliding between his thighs and cupping his balls. Squeezing her son's balls in one hand, his ass in the other, she mewled and brushed her lips across the head of his hot, moist cock.
"I'm not going to let you come in my face this time," she said, smiling wantonly up at him as she held his balls and ass.
"You didn't like that?" he asked.
"I loved it," she said huskily, brushing her chin on his piss hole, feeling the hot wetness. "And you can come in my face again, but not this time. This time I'm going to fuck it... suck it in my mouth!"
"I might come in your mouth, Mom," Brad warned.
"That's why, I'm going to suck it," she laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I want it in my mouth, baby."
"You want me to come in your mouth, Mom?" he asked, his surprise on his young face. "But that's almost the same as peeing, Mom."
"No, not the same. It's different," she said.
"I might pee," he said.
Janet's eyes turned glassy as she rubbed her chin across the wet piss hole of his cock. "Would you?" she asked. "Would you really pee in... in my mouth?"
"I might," he said.
Janet's eyes burned as she squeezed his balls through his jockey shorts, digging the fingers of her other hand into his ass cheek. She dipped her face and kissed the head of his cock. She had often fantasized about pissing, seeing a cock gush that golden piss. A few times she had fantasized about being pissed on, pissed on her tits and cunt and thighs. During one such fantasy, she had gotten out of bed, leaving her snoring husband, and gone to the bathroom. She had been wearing panties, and her fantasy had been strong. She felt a bit foolish and slightly ashamed, but she couldn't resist the temptation. She had sat on the toilet, leaving her panties about her hips. She had spread her thighs, and leaned over, looking between them.
She couldn't see much, so she took a hand mirror from the sink. Placing it on the floor, she squatted above it. She enjoyed the view of her cunt and ass, encased by the tight panties.
She had pulled the crotch away from her cunt, and looked at the reflection of it. Her cunt was beautiful, she felt. It was quite beautiful with the dark curls, the pink lips. She had parted the lips of her cunt and examined the pink insides.
She wasn't there to fondle herself, to explore her cunt and asshole. She had done that before. She pulled her panties back over her cunt and ass, seeing the exciting way her cunt filled the crotch of her tight panties. She held her knees wide as she squatted, her eyes burning on the reflection.
She pissed.
She drenched the mirror with her piss until it was almost impossible to see her reflection. The urge to push her hand beneath her body and feel the piss was very strong. She cupped her hand, her eyes blazing with perverse pleasure. Piss ran from her hand, and she lightly cupped her cunt as she pissed. The sensations were fantastic. She began rubbing at her pussy, pissing a strong stream.
And she came.
The contractions of her orgasms caused her piss to squirt out, then stop, then squirt again. She came very hard. Her feet slipped from under her and she sat on the floor, in the puddle of hot piss. She jerked the crotch of her panties to one side, tearing them slightly, and fingerfucked herself in a frenzy to orgasm after orgasm. The piss had inflamed her more than her fantasies ever had.
And now, her son was saying he might piss into her mouth.
The idea of that happening sent her cunt into a quick boil.
She ran her tongue across the head of his cock, tasting the juices seeping out of his piss hole. There wasn't much danger of him pissing as long as his cock was so hard, she knew. She had never heard of a man being able to piss with such a raging hard-on. If her son pissed in her mouth, it would be after he came.
"You wouldn't really pee in my mouth, would you?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"I don't know, Mom. I might before I could stop it."
She lowered her face, darting her tongue out and licking up the outline of his cock. She felt the heat of his cock through the stretched shorts. With a soft, hungry whimper, she lowered her face again and lapped at his balls through the cloth. She held the cheeks of his ass again with both hands, brushing her lips and tongue about his covered balls and cock. She drew her head upward, twirling her tongue about the exposed head. The flesh was satiny on her tongue, smooth as cream. She flicked the tip of her tongue at his piss hole, tasting the sweetness of his juices.
"I won't be mad," she said softly. "If you pee, baby, Mother won't get mad at you. I'll understand."
"I'll try not to," he promised.
She kissed his cock. "Want me to suck it? Want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck it for you, Brad?"
"Gosh, Mom! I'd like that!"
"Want to come in my mouth?" she teased gently, licking the head of his cock. "Would you like to come in Mother's mouth?"
"Yeah!" Brad exclaimed, dancing about with excitement. "I won't pee, either, Mom! I promise I won't pee in your mouth!"
Janet didn't want to hear that. She wanted to tell him it was okay, that she would like for him to piss into her mouth. But things had moved very fast in this one day. Although Brad had shown eagerness for everything so far, she didn't want to move too swiftly. She wanted to turn her son on, not off.
She pulled her hands from his ass, tugging his shorts down. His cock thrust up and out. She pulled his shorts to his knees, her eyes glassy as she stared at his strong, young cock and sweet, hairless balls. They looked tight and full, and she knew her son had a huge load of come juice in them. She cupped his balls tenderly, lowering her face and kissing them. They felt hot on her lips, very hot.
"Oh, it's such a beautiful cock, Brad," she mewled. "Such a hard cock! It's lovely without hair all over it!"
She buried her face against it, feeling the hot hardness. She kissed at his crotch, his balls, his cock. She stroked his naked ass, finding the tight ass cheeks a delight to hold.
Brad stood before his mother, his young body shaking with desire, looking down at her face. Janet pulled her son's hips forward, pressing her lips on the head of his cock. Slowly, savoring the taste, she allowed her lips to open, to take the swollen prickhead between them. With the head of his cock inside her mouth, she licked her tongue in swirling circles, mewling softly in her throat. The feel of her son's cock past her lips sent rippling excitement from her tits to her cunt. Her lips tingled and her mouth watered, watered so much she had to swallow.
"Mmmmm," she mewled as her lips gripped his cock just behind the head, her tongue licking his piss hole. "Ahhhmmmm!"
She pulled at his ass, sliding more of his hard cock into her mouth, taking it slowly. The initial penetration of a cock into her mouth was almost like the first push of a cock into her cunt. She slid her lips onto her son's cock. She pressed her tongue at the underside, feeling his prick slide across the roof of her mouth. When her lips pressed at the smooth, hairless base, the head of his cock was brushing her throat. His cock was not huge, and she could hold it inside her mouth very comfortably.
With her mouth filled by his cock, she looked up into his face, seeing his delighted expression. Her tongue worked about, tasting and licking. She held the cheeks of his ass tighter, her cunt boiling in jealousy. Relaxing her grip slightly, she pulled her lips back on his cock, sucking.
Brad groaned with the sensation. "Oh, Mom!"
"Mmmmm," Janet whimpered with pleasure as she pulled her lips along his hard cock until she held the head inside her mouth. Again she swirled her tongue around it, and with a sudden cry, darted her mouth onto his prick again. She bobbed her face back and forth, sucking hard, her tongue licking.
Brad danced about in excitement, his hands gripping his mother's shoulders, staring wide eyed at her lips stretching on his cock. "Mom! Oh, Mom!"
Janet slipped her lips from his cock, kissing his lower stomach.
"Do you like it?" she asked softly.
"Oh, wow! It's good, Mom!"
"Is Mother's mouth hot and wet, like her cunt?"
"Gosh, yes!"
"You'll come, won't you?" she asked. "You promise to come in my mouth, baby? I want to taste your delicious come juice in my mouth. If you don't come in Mother's mouth, I won't suck it."
"I'll come!" he groaned. "I'll come in your mouth, Mom!"
Janet chuckled lewdly. She knew her son would promise anything at this moment, even to piss in her mouth if she asked him to.
"You know, sucking your cock makes my cunt wet and hot, too," she murmured, licking her tongue along the throbbing shaft of his prick. "My pussy has fits when I suck cock. I can come, too. I'll come when you squirt into my mouth."
"Suck me, Mom!" he urged eagerly.
"I will!" Janet stuffed her son's cock into her mouth again. She sucked back and forth swiftly, her eyes rolling with pleasure. She dove onto her son's cock deeply, her throat burning in delight as his cock banged against it. She squeezed her lips as tight as she could, sucking hungrily, anticipating the gush of his come juice across her tongue.
She held his hips with her hands, racing her mouth back and forth, devouring her son's cock with an intense ecstasy. The hot throbbing sent steaming sensations through her body, her cunt flexing with juicy tightness. She pulled him between her legs, bobbing her mouth with greedy motions. She twisted her lips about his cock, sucking from the swollen head to the satiny, hairless base. She gurgled and whimpered softly as she sucked, unable to be quiet.
"Oh, Mom! Ohhhhh, Mom!" Brad grunted, his body shaking. "Suck me, Mom! Oh, your mouth is so hot and wet! Mom, suck me hard! It feels... feels so good!"
Janet pulled his cock deeply, the prickhead at her throat. She crushed her lips into the base, feeling his balls against her chin. She slipped her hand to them, cupping his balls, squeezing them gently. Her other hand moved back to his ass, and she trailed her fingers up and down. Brad trembled. She pushed her hand into the crack of her son's ass, feeling his balls against her chin. She slipped her hand to them, cupping his balls, squeezing them gently. Her other hand moved back to his ass, and she trailed her fingers up and down. Brad trembled. She pushed her hand into the crack of her son's ass, feeling the delicious heat. She sucked back and forth again, mewling with cocksucking delight, and began to rub at the tightness of his asshole. She rubbed his asshole lightly, holding his balls in her other hand.
Janet listened to the choking, gasping sounds her son made. They told her she was sucking him strongly, that she was driving her son out of his mind with ecstasy. His cock pulsated between her wet lips, fuck juices dripping from his piss hole. The taste on her tongue created a powerful throb in her cunt.
Again she gripped the tight cheeks of his ass, both hands clutching them. She dug her fingers into the crack, the tips feeling the heat of his asshole. Jerking with her hands, she forced her son's cock to fuck her mouth.
Brad was clutching the back of her head, humping his hips with spastic movements. The base of his smooth, hairless cock bashed her stretching, sucking lips. Even that thrilled Janet.
His cock swelled into a greater hardness.
"Ooooo, Mom, Mom!" Brad yelped. "Oh, Mom!"
His cries, with the increased pulsations of his cock, informed Janet he was very, very close to coming. She sucked with hunger, her body trembling almost as much as his. Her legs swung open, then closed again. She writhed her ass on the cushions, smashing her wet cunt down hard.
"I'm... Mom, I'm... Mom!"
A heavy pounding went through Brad's cock. Janet gave a muffled cry as the first gush of his come juice splashed out. The spunk was thick as it struck the back of her throat, thick and creamy and very sweet. Her cunt blew apart as that first gush ran down her throat. She quickly sucked back on her son's cock, her lips tight just behind the base. The swollen prickhead filled her mouth as her tongue went wild, licking frantically at his piss hole. The second gush came and spurted across Janet's tongue. Again she sobbed with cocksucking rapture, her cunt contracting in tight heat, her clitoris bursting with sweet orgasm.
Brad was choking as he came, his fingers digging into his mother's hair at the back of her head. She knew he was trying hard to keep from yanking her head forward, his urge to push at the moment of orgasm strong. She dug her hands hard into the cheeks of his ass, squeezing them, then loosening them. His cock spewed and spurted, filling her hungry mouth with creamy, young come juice from her son's precious balls. She began to rub a fingertip rapidly about his tight, flexing asshole, urging him to come and keep coming.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh... ohhhh! Oh! Oh!" Brad moaned.
Janet sucked powerfully, taking the rapid squirts against her throat. Then, as the power faded, with small spurts almost bubbling from his cock, she began to race her lips back and forth again, sucking and whimpering. Her tongue caught each of the final squirts, and she rolled the sweet, creamy come juice about in her mouth.
By the time she swallowed his come juice, his cock was starting to deflate between her lips.
Brad's frantic motions stopped, and he stood trembling now, one hand resting on top of his mother's head, the other holding a firm tit. Janet clung to her son's cock with her mouth, feeling it soften. She worked her tongue about, making soft sobbing sounds, the taste of his come juice lingering. She writhed her ass on the couch, her cunt feeling as if it were glowing. She gently rubbed a finger about his asshole, bringing her son down from the intensity of the blow job.
When his cock was fully soft, Janet opened her mouth, but did not pull away. She shoved her tongue down, and managed to get it beneath her son's balls. She scooped them up and pulled them into her mouth along with his cock. She mewled with pleasure, her eyes looking up at her son's face. Her mouth was filled with his soft cock and sweet balls. They were empty now, loose. Brad gazed down at his mother with sparkling eyes.
Janet sucked gently at his cock and balls, her tongue moving. She released the tightness of her hands on his ass, but kept brushing a fingertip up and down his asshole, touching very lightly. With a satisfied grin, Brad grabbed the back of his mother's head and pulled her face tightly onto his cock and balls. Janet made a gurgling sound of delight as his cock and balls totally filled her mouth, her nose smashed at the smooth, hairless base.
Tenderly she pushed him away, her hands on his hips.
She hugged his ass, both arms around his hips, his cock and balls against her cheek.
"Ohhhh, darling," she whispered. "That was good! You were so hard and so eager! Brad, your cock is so beautiful! And when you came! Mmmmmm, delicious, honey!"
"You really sucked my cock hard, Mom."
"Oh, I know!" she gurgled happily. "You came so much, too. Hot and creamy, right down my throat. It was thick and so sweet!"
Brad sat down on the coffee table. Janet lifted her feet on each side of his hips, her knees up and parted. She leaned back, her hands at her sides. Her tits, naked, were round and firm, with rubbery nipples, her dress open to expose them. Her skirt was at her waist, her hairy cunt glistening with wetness.
"I like looking at you this way, Mom," Brad said, gazing between his mother's thighs.
"Seeing my tits and cunt, you mean?"
Brad nodded with a smile.
With her feet propped on the coffee table at his hips, Janet let her knees fall wide. The pink lips of her cunt glowed, her clit showing from the moist flesh. Janet had a pretty cunt, a very pretty cunt. Her pussy lips were slightly pooching, the dark hair curled tightly along each cunt lip. Her pussy didn't flap open, loosely, but was tight and smooth. Janet's pussy was so juicy, she often had to change her panties two and three times a day.
Brad placed a foot on the cushions between her thighs. He kept looking at his mother's cunt. Janet loved the way he looked at her, his eyes so sparkling, so hungry. She took his ankle in one hand, and drew her son's foot to her pussy. She pressed his sole against her pussy, and began to rub her cunt up and down. Brad giggled.
"What's funny?" she asked, her voice starting to become husky again.
"Your pussy hair tickles my foot, Mom."
"Does it feel good?"
He nodded.
Holding her son's ankle with both hands, Janet strained her cunt against his foot, rubbing up and down, her hips lifting and falling. She watched his face as she rubbed, seeing his eyes take on an interested, excited expression. The juices of her pussy smeared the bottom of his foot, and she pressed his heel almost inside her cunt. She pulled at his toes, crushing her clit.
"Oh, I could come this way!"
She shoved her son's foot down and, using two fingers, parted her cunt lips. She stuffed his toes into her pussy, making a soft gurgling sound of pleasure. She felt her cunt lips grip her son's toes.
"Ooooo, I know I could come like this!" She moved her hips, the lips of her cunt sliding onto his toes. "Oh, baby, look at me! I'm fucking your foot, Brad!"
His eyes were glazed with excitement. He watched his mother's hot cunt sink onto his toes, then arch up. The wet heat of her pussy made him wonder if her pussy would scorch his toes, making blisters on them.
Janet began to squeal as she moved her cunt up and down, fucking Brad's foot. She tried to close her thighs, then swung them wide apart. The expanse of her cunt was totally revealed, the lips of her pussy stretching so deliciously about all of her son's toes.
She tried to stuff his foot up her cunt, but wasn't successful. Either her cunt was too tight, or his foot was too big. The best she could do was work her pussy over his toes. She started fucking them, thrusting her hips forward, cooing softly, holding his ankle tightly with both hands. Brad stared at the stretching of his mother's cunt, excitement burning in his eyes. The pussy juices dripped from her cunt, smearing his foot.
"I love the way my cunt is stretched!" Janet whimpered, grinding onto her son's foot. "Ohhhh, I'm going to fuck your toes, Brad! Mother is going to fuck your toes and I'm going to come, too!"
She banged onto his foot very hard, and felt a slicing pain shoot through her pussy. She yelped and jerked up, and began to fuck in short, quick up-and-down motions, not trying to stuff anymore into her cunt. She loved the stretching sensation, but not that sharp pain.
Brad felt his mother's cunt gripping his toes, the juice searing his foot. He could see her clit swelling into a tight knot. He wiggled his toes, making his mother cry out with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good!" she mewled. "Ahhhhh, I'm fucking your foot, Brad! Watch Mother's hot cunt fuck your toes! Oh, I'm going to make myself come, fucking your toes! Wiggle them, honey! Wiggle your toes inside Mother's wet pussy! Oh, yes, that's it! Wiggle them!"
With low moan, Janet crushed her cunt onto his toes, her head arching back, eyes closed. She gave a squeal, and the sound turned into a low volume scream. Her cunt clutched her son's toes as the orgasm struck.
"I'm coming!" Janet wailed. "My cunt... I'm coming, baby!"
Brad could see the hair-lined lips of his mother's cunt flex on his toes, become very tight, then loose, only to tighten up again. Her clitoris was visibly pulsating, a bright-pink color.
Janet thrashed on her son's foot, trying to stuff more and more into her contracting cunt, the rapture of her orgasm sending her mind reeling, uncaring if she hurt herself now. She sobbed as her pussy squeezed his toes, her tits swelling up, her nipples intensely tight. The orgasm kept gripping her body, each spasm stronger than the previous one.
Janet slumped, her hands falling away from her son's foot. Her tits lifted and fell as she gasped heavily. Her hips trembled for a moment, her cunt slipping from his toes. Brad rubbed his foot tenderly and lightly against his mother's cunt as she began to relax slowly.
"I'm worn out," she whispered tiredly, looking at her son, eyes dreamy and moist. "Totally exhausted. Brad, you're the only one that's ever satisfied me this good."
"Really, Mom?" he asked, pleased.
"Most of the time I want more, but not right now," she said, sitting up and pulling his mouth to hers. "I'm very satisfied."
She kissed her son's mouth, darted her tongue playfully into it. She wiggled her tongue about, licking the insides of his cheeks, then pulled away.
"I'm taking a bath, then going to bed." As an afterthought, she added: "Alone."
CHAPTER FIVE
Janet slept hard, without any restlessness.
When she woke up, she was in the same position she had gone to sleep in--curled up, on her side, knees drawn up slightly, her hand still between her legs, cupping her cunt.
Bright sunshine flooded her room, and she smiled at forgetting to draw her drapes.
Climbing out of bed, she stood and stretched, going up on her tiptoes, arms high above her head. Her flawless tits arched and thrust, her back bowed with her shapely ass saucily straining. She sniffed under her arms. She still smelled fresh, but a morning shower was a habit of hers. Besides--she grinned as she thought--she had to be fresh and sweet smelling for her son. For herself, she enjoyed the natural body odors. Especially if a person was excited, aroused. The muskiness of a hard cock, the slightly sweaty scent of balls, always gave her cunt a twitch or two.
After the shower, she brushed her hair until it gleamed. Although Janet really didn't need it, she applied a faint coat of lipstick to her full mouth, and very light daytime eye shadow to her lids. For a moment she looked at her tits, wondering if a bit of lipstick on them would appeal to her son. Deciding to leave her nipples natural, she wrapped a linen skirt about her waist, staying naked above. The freedom of dressing this way appealed to her erotic nature. She had been unable to do this while living with her husband. But, with Brad and her alone in the house, she could go naked or wear anything she wanted.
She passed her son's room and peeked in.
He was sleeping, his back toward her. Like her, he had slept naked. He had one leg straight, the upper one bent at the knee. She entered his room and stood looking down at him. She could see his preciously young balls, but not his cock. The tightness of his ass excited her. Being careful not to awaken him, Janet placed her hands on his bed, leaning over, looking at his sweet, hairless balls and ass cheeks. Immediately she felt her mouth starting to water, and her cunt started pulsing deliciously. She wasn't surprised to feel a mild, quick orgasm shoot through her pussy.
The urge to push her face into his crotch was strong, much stronger than it had been the night before. Her excitement was such that her breath caught in her throat. The view of her son's balls and his young ass was overwhelming, and Janet felt erotic sensations pulling at her emotions strongly.
Being careful, she lowered her face and kissed the cheek of her son's ass. Her lips touched lightly, and Brad didn't stir. She inhaled the musky scent of his crotch, and realized he had not showered the night before. The scent made her shiver with pleasure. The slight odor of his come juice lingered there, and she wondered for a moment why. With that mild scent, there was the odor of shit, not at all unpleasant to her. It was subtle, an exciting smell. She rubbed her lips with feathery lightness on her son's ass, inhaling his odors, becoming more and more excited.
She slipped the tip of her tongue from her mouth, and tasted the flesh of his young ass. Like his cock and balls, it was smooth. Sometimes, at his age, a boy or girl would have a blemish, but there was none on her son's ass, nor his thighs, nor even his face.
She ran the tip of her tongue about the cheek of his ass, keeping her nose toward his balls, the scent thrilling her. Her cunt bubbled wetly, a fire starting in it. She leaned over, her knees now on his bed. She pulled her skirt over her ass, pooching her hairy cunt through her thighs. Sliding a hand between her legs, she fondled her cunt as she licked and kissed at Brad's ass.
She felt him stir.
"Baby," she whispered, "wake up, baby."
"Mmmmm, what is it, Mom?"
"Wake up, darling," she whispered, her breath hot on his ass. "Wake up but don't turn over yet."
"Oh, you're kissing my ass, Mom!" Brad gasped, coming fully awake.
"I am," she said softly. "I couldn't help it. Your ass looked so beautiful, I had to kiss it, Brad."
With a giggle, he waggled his ass.
"Lovely," she mewled, and pressed her parted lips tight against one cheek, sucking at the flesh, the tip of her tongue wiggling. "Mmmmm, shake your ass for me, Brad."
He shook it, his knees still drawn up.
"Make the cheeks tight," she suggested hotly.
Brad squeezed the cheeks of his ass tightly, and Janet moaned in pleasure. When he relaxed them, he arched back. Janet's eyes blazed as she saw his balls, the shaft of his cock, and the spreading of his ass cheeks. She darted her face down, kissing his sweet, smooth balls. Brad made a moaning sound.
"Sweet," Janet murmured. "Your balls are so sweet, Brad. I love the way they smell."
She lapped at his balls, her chin pressing into the crack of his ass. She swirled her tongue about his balls and reached around him, her hand finding his cock. She closed her fingers tightly, squeezing, making his prick bulge. She pulled his balls into her mouth and began to pump her fist on his cock, feeling it swell.
Pulling her face back, but still jacking on his cock, Janet stretched out on the bed, her long thigh draping over her son's shoulder. She adjusted her skirt by pulling it away from her cunt. She pushed her pussy at the back of her son's head.
"Ohhhhh, baby, baby," she whispered, rubbing her cunt at his head. "I'm making your cock hard this morning, darling! I'm going to make it very hard and then you're going to come first thing. It's a beautiful feeling to come first thing when you wake up."
Brad felt his mother's cunt rubbing the back of his head and neck. He felt the wetness on his skin, and his cock throbbed into full, powerful hardness. Janet mewled as she pumped her fist back and forth on his prick, kissing at his inner thigh, drawing her tongue up his leg to the cheeks of his ass. She swirled her tongue about the tight flesh of her son's ass, licking with swiftly increasing desire. She rubbed her cunt hard at the back of his neck and head, squeezing with her thigh on his shoulder. Her tongue darted at the crack of his ass, licking along the inner flesh of his ass, but never touching his asshole directly.
"Oh, Mom, that feels so good!" Brad sighed, arching his ass back into his mother's face. "Wow, your tongue is wet and hot!"
With her fist jacking on his cock, Janet gave a low, husky laugh and moved her tongue to his balls once more. She swirled her tongue hotly and wetly about his balls, then licked just beneath them. She felt her son's cock throb in her fist, felt his prick against her tongue. She strained her bubbling cunt into his neck and the back of his head.
Brad could feel his neck becoming drenched in cunt juices, and pressed his head into his mother's pussy. Janet whimpered softly and dragged her tongue from his balls, along the crack of his ass. This time she licked at the pucker of his hot, tight asshole. Brad yelped, and she felt his asshole sink inward as her tongue probed. The heat of his asshole on her tongue sent a wild, crazy hunger through her body. She smashed her tits at the small of his back, and buried her face between the cheeks of his ass. The subtle scent of shit inflamed her senses, and she lapped at the crinkle of his asshole with eagerness. She clutched his cock tightly, pumping faster and faster. She closed her hot lips around her son's asshole, and sucked hard.
"Mom, you're gonna get it in my ass!" Brad squealed. "Mom, be careful! Your tongue is gonna go up my asshole!"
Again Janet moaned, and pressed as hard as she could with her tongue.
She felt his asshole relaxing slightly. She sucked with her lips as she wiggled her tongue, and the more she did, the more his asshole relaxed. Then, quickly, Janet shot her tongue up Brad's asshole.
"Oh, Mom!" he gulped.
"Mmmmm," Janet whimpered, and began thrusting her tongue in and out of her son's asshole. She felt his asshole gripping, tightening. She could stab her tongue a good inch into his ass, and began to tonguefuck him wildly, tasting, dimly, his shit, inhaling deeply, her eyes burning as she stared at his balls just in front of them.
Janet jacked on his cock, able to see it, too, now. She ran her tongue in and out of his asshole, squirming her hairy cunt at the back of his head, her tits crushed the curve of his back. His cock throbbed in her jacking fist, and her tongue plunged time and again into his asshole. She rubbed her crotch with frantic motions at his head, her cunt boiling and dripping all about his hair and flesh.
Brad pressed his head backward, and Janet drew her other thigh beneath it. She squeezed his head between her legs, her cunt burning at his head. She ran her tongue back and forth rapidly, fucking him in his tight asshole, then slowed the movements. She wiggled her tongue inside his asshole, bringing gurgles of pleasure from him. He shoved a hand behind him, clutching at her rib cage, shoving his ass into her face.
Brad was making choking sounds, squeezing the cheeks of his ass about his mother's face. He felt her tongue flicking in and out of his ass, seemingly deeper than it actually was. His balls throbbed painfully, but with a good feeling.
Janet plunged her tongue as deep as she could up her son's asshole, twisting her wet cunt frantically at the back of his head, squeezing his head between her hot, creamy thighs. She began to cry softly with perverse ecstasy. She felt Brad's asshole clutching her tongue. His cock seemed to become very big and hard in her pumping fist.
"I'm gonna come, Mom!" Brad yelped from between her thighs. "You're gonna make me come all over the fucking bed, Mom! Ohhhh, lick my ass, Mom! Stick your tongue way up my asshole... far up my asshole... please... jack my cock! Suck on my asshole, Mom! Oh, I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"
The words of her son sent wild tremors through her. She strained her tongue into his asshole, reaching deeper, her lips pressing around the ring. She felt his cock about to burst, and jacked in a frenzy.
"Oh... ohhhh, Mom!"
Brad's cock lurched, then began to spurt come juice. Janet felt and saw the creamy white juice gush from his cock, fly almost a foot away, and splash onto the sheets. She felt the contractions of his asshole pulling at her buried tongue. She sucked and fucked his asshole in a frenzy of ecstasy, her cunt exploding against the back of his head. Her pussy lips sucked and clenched, her clit bursting ever so sweetly. Her tongue shot in and out of his gripping asshole as he came all over the sheet. Brad's hips jerked, his ass beating into his mother's face, and Janet stiffened her tongue.
Brad moaned as the discharge stopped.
Janet held her tongue up his ass awhile longer, wanting to make sure he was finished. Brad let her know he was by moving his hips forward, and her tongue pulled free of his asshole. Janet licked with the flat surface of her tongue, soothingly, then made a soft whimper and shoved her face up past his balls and licked the come juice from the dripping piss hole of his cock. Not satisfied with that, she scooted between his thighs and licked and sucked at the puddle of come juice on the sheet, smearing her face with soft cries of pleasure.
The back of his head was wet with the juices of his mother's cunt. Brad watched as she licked up come juice, her face smeared. He grinned at her, feeling one of her tits poking him in his ass.
"You like that, Mom?"
"I loved it!" she replied, finally drawing from him and sitting up on his bed. "How do you like waking up that way?"
"I could go for it every morning," he said, grinning in that innocent yet erotic way that she liked.
Janet ran her tongue over her lips. "You tasted like shit," she said.
"I did?"
She darted her mouth toward his to kiss him, but Brad jerked back. "No you don't," he said. "If I wanna get a taste of shit, I'll lick your asshole, Mom."
"Promise?" she grinned lewdly at him.
"Stick it in the air and I'll show you," he replied.
With eager squeals, Janet turned onto her hands and knees, flipping her wraparound skirt over her ass. She rested her head and shoulders on the bed, waving her creamy naked ass about invitingly.
"My ass is in the air," she said.
Brad peered at his mother's ass. The hairy lips of her cunt pooched past her thighs, wet and puffy. The crinkle of her asshole between the spreading cheeks sank in and pressed out, taunting him. He shoved the tip of a finger against his mother's asshole, bringing a mewl from Janet.
"You're kinda tight, Mom," he said, rubbing her asshole.
"Mmmm, I know," she replied, waggling her ass. "Give it a kiss, Brad."
Brad held back. "You shit through that hole, Mom," he said. "I don't know if I wanna kiss it."
Brad leaned forward. The scent that came to him was clean, fresh, yet exciting. The heady odor of her hot wet cunt mingling with the other smell. Brad gingerly pressed his face into the widely spread cheeks of his mother's ass. The heat of her asshole seemed as hot as her cunt. He pursed his lips and kissed the ring of her ass.
Janet mewled and wiggled her ass into her son's face.
"Oh, Brad! Kiss it again!" she pleaded, straining her ass into his face. "It feels so good! Kiss me right on my asshole, right on the hole!"
Again Brad kissed his mother's asshole. This time he parted his lips as she had done on his. Janet cried out with delight as the tip of his tongue licked the tight crinkle. Her cunt expanded, her clitoris knotting.
"Lick it!" she sobbed. "Lick Mother's asshole!"
Brad was no longer hesitant. He lapped at his mother's asshole, his tongue twisting and swirling. His cock lifted, turning hard again. Spreading his mouth wide, Brad licked and sucked at his mother's asshole in the manner she had on his. His tongue sent a fiery pleasure through her ass, making her cunt grip and loosen, juices starting to seep down the insides of her thighs. She waggled her upturned ass wantonly into his face, whimpering.
Slipping his tongue downward, Brad licked at his mother's cunt, delving his tongue in, then sliding back up to her asshole. Janet waved her ass with growing lewdness, feeling as if she was going to come at any time.
"Suck me, suck me!" she wailed, clawing at the sheets with her fingers. "Suck my ass, baby! Suck Mother's hot fucking asshole! Ooo, my cunt, too! Run your tongue up and down my cunt and asshole! Taste me, suck me!"
Brad lapped the flat surface of his tongue from his mother's knotted, highly inflamed, clitoris, up the slit of her hairy cunt and over her asshole. Up and down his tongue went, and Janet sobbed and writhed into his face. Even her position made her feel lewd.
"Ooooo, my cunt is burning, Brad!" she shrieked. "My pussy is on fire and my asshole is on fire and you're going to make me come! Suck and lick hard! Suck my asshole... suck my cunt! Ohhhh, baby, baby, lick Mother's hairy cunt and suck my asshole!"
She wiggled her uplifted ass with lewd abandon, feeling more erotic all the time. At this moment, her son could do anything with her, anything at all. Her cunt was swollen, the hairy pussy lips tight and puffy. Her clit was so distended, she felt as if it was as long as his cock.
"I'm about to come!" she screamed. "Ohhhhh, there! Oooo, I'm coming, Brad! Come so fucking hard! My cunt is... oh, it's ripping apart!"
The contractions of her cunt seared her flesh, making her tits almost burst. Sensation after sensation exploded in her body, flaring lights going off behind her closed eyelids. The convulsions kept going, increasing in power. She didn't know how much longer she could take it.
"Stop!" she screamed. "Oh, God, stop! I can't take anymore, Brad! Please, stop!"
Brad gripped his mother's hips tightly, jerking her ass into his face. His chin smashed into her contracting cunt, his lips sucking at her asshole. He gave a quick plunge of his tongue, and it slithered into the squeezing asshole. Janet screamed with excruciating ecstasy. Her orgasms were turning painful, yet that very pain was providing rapture for her. She felt his tongue thrusting into her asshole.
She was almost out of her mind, her body taut with orgasms, when her son pulled his tongue from her asshole, and she felt a coolness across her cunt as he pulled his face back. She cried with relief, her upraised ass trembling.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Mom!" Brad shouted, his cock straining in hardness. "I gotta fuck you, Mom!"
Before Janet could reply, his cock rammed into her cunt hard. She felt the lips of her pussy being smashed from the power. She cried out with the force of his cock stabbing into her cunt. Brad grabbed her hips, holding them hard, and fucked his cock back and forth violently. His balls swung back and forth, his eyes watching her asshole crinkle and pucker, suck and pooch.
Janet's cunt felt raw, yet the feeling was delightful at the same time. It was so sensitive, so nervy, she could hardly stand it. His balls seemed to beat against her clit with wet sounds. She wanted to tell him she couldn't take anymore, yet she couldn't refuse him. She knew his needs, the power of his young eroticism. She began to swing her ass about in tight circles for him, fucking back with her ass as he lunged forward.
Tears streamed from her eyes, tears of insane rapture, yet of pain, too.
"Fuck me!" she whimpered. "Fuck my cunt hard and come in it! Hurry and come in Mother's cunt, Brad!"
She listened to his grunts, his gasping breath. She liked the way he dug his fingers into her hips, jerking her ass back onto his cock. The brutal fuck he was giving her sent elation throughout her body. She didn't think she would be able to come again, yet the tingling thrill was building up inside her cunt.
She became aware that her face was in the moist spot of the sheet where her son had come off as she had tonguefucked him in the ass. She began to suck at the sheet, drawing the moisture from it. She tasted the come juice on her tongue and, unexpectedly, began to come again.
"Oooooo, God!" she cried, her mouth filled with the come-wet sheet.
She strained her ass onto his cock, her hairy pussy lips sucking with contracting spasms. She shoved her hand swiftly beneath her body and past her thighs. She grabbed her son's swinging balls, holding them tightly.
Brad's cock erupted with squirting come juice.
Janet groaned, unable to scream. Her mouth was stuffed with a wet sheet, her cunt caught in the agony of orgasms. The squeezing of her pussy sucked the come juice from her son's cock.
Somehow, she managed to keep her ass high in the air until his prick began to turn soft. Then she sprawled forward, face down, sobbing as the tremendous rapture slowly faded. Her naked ass trembled for a long time, with Brad sitting between her parted thighs, watching her ass and cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
"We've got to slow down," Janet said after they had finished with breakfast.
"Why, Mom?"
"Because you're making my cunt sore, that's why."
"My cock is fine." He grinned.
"It would be," she replied. "I had no idea a kid your age could be so fucking horny. Don't that cock ever stay soft long?"
Brad shook his head. "Not with your showing off the way you are, Mom." She sat across from him at the small dining table. She still had on the wraparound skirt, and nothing else. She smiled fondly at her son. "You do like seeing me this way, don't you?"
"Damn right!" he said.
"Like that little girl yesterday?"
"Yeah, just like her."
"You know," she said softly, watching for his reaction. "I've wanted to do what she was doing for years."
"You mean let someone see your cunt, Mom?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Would you mind if I did that? Would it make you jealous if I flashed my cunt to someone, some man?"
"Not me, Mom," he said. "It might be fun."
She nodded. "Of course it is, but what if he wanted to fuck me?"
"We could run away," he said.
"Maybe I could just flash from a distance," she said in a low voice. "I don't want to get fucked by them, Brad. All I want to do is expose my cunt to people."
"Would it make you come?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "It makes me come when I think about doing it."
"Let's do it, Mom," he said eagerly. "Let's show your cunt to someone and see if we can make them hard!"
"We'll have to be very careful," she warned her son. "I don't want some asshole grabbing me and raping me."
"We'll be careful," Brad said, his excitement shining in his eyes.
Janet was in a high state of excited eagerness as she straightened up the kitchen. Brad ran off to the shower. Once she had the dishwasher going, she went in and sat on the toilet, watching him. She scrubbed his back for him, and then washed his cock and balls, sliding the edge of her hand up and down the crack of his ass.
"It's a shame to wash you," she said. "I like the smell. It turns me on when your balls are nice and sweaty, with the hint of shit on your ass."
She let him rinse the soap from his body, and then she turned the shower off. Brad started to step from the tub, but she stopped him.
"Piss," she whispered hoarsely. "Let me see you piss, baby."
"I'd feel silly, Mom," he said. "No one has ever watched me pee."
"I want to," she said, her voice stronger insisting. "I want to see you piss, Brad!"
"I don't know if I can."
"Do you want me to suck you off again?" she asked. "If so, then you have to let me see you piss. I won't suck your cock ever again if you don't piss for me."
Brad didn't know if he could piss, but he stood there straining, not knowing if his mother meant what she had said about not sucking him off again.
Janet watched his cock closely, her eyes burning on his piss hole. The expression on her beautiful face was a grimace of perverse anticipation. She sat on the toilet, feeling her cunt throb. Her naked tits lifted in firmness, nipples peaked with hardness.
"Piss," she whispered. "Piss for Mother!"
"I'm trying, Mom."
"Hold your cock, honey. Hold your cock the way you always do when you piss. I want to see you hold it and piss."
Brad placed a thumb and finger at the base of his cock, straining to piss. A few dribbles of golden liquid came from the head of his cock. Janet made a low moan of pleasure. The dribbles became stronger, and, with a sudden gush, Brad was pissing a strong, golden stream. It splashed into the tub, and Janet thought she was going to come.
"Ohhhhh, baby! It's beautiful! Ohhh, honey, piss for me! Piss for Mother! It looks so good, seeing you piss!"
She leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, the corner of her mouth almost, but not quite, feeling his piss. Brad looked down with surprise.
Janet giggled lewdly. Her cunt quivered wetly, eyes glazed with heat.
"Oh, what you done, Mom!"
Janet cupped her tits, lifting them. "On my titties, Brad."
"Aw, come on, Mom," Brad said, not sure his mother meant it.
"Piss on Mother's titties!" she urged with heat in her voice, watching the hot stream of his piss. "Hurry, baby! Piss on my titties! I want to feel your piss on my tits!"
Brad hesitated still longer, but Janet was determined. She thrust her tits forward, holding them up, her nipples long and stiff. She leaned toward his cock, but could not quite get her tits to the stream.
"Brad, do it!" she groaned. "Oh, baby, piss on my tits! Let me feel your hot piss on me! Please, piss on Mother!"
Brad shifted in the tub, and Janet's eyes smoldered with perverse eagerness, staring in a mesmerized way at his cock. Brad lifted his prick, and the golden piss struck her left nipple. Janet made deep gurgling sounds as the hot piss splashed across her sensitive tit. There was a delicious stinging sensation, not unlike a strong spray from the shower, except this was hot, so deliciously hot.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered, watching her son's piss drench her flawlessly shaped tit. "Oh, God, baby! More, Brad! Ooooo, piss on my other tit, too!"
Janet twisted her shoulders, catching the hot piss on her right nipple. Hot piss ran down her tits, onto her trembling stomach and into her lap, soaking her wraparound skirt. Her flesh tingled beneath her son's piss, her nipples stiffening more.
Tucking her chin downward, Janet watched her son's hot piss rain upon her tits. She moved her shoulders from side to side, first one nipple then the other being stung by the lovely, golden color of the steaming piss.
"It's beautiful!" Janet hissed softly. "So beautiful! Watch, baby. Watch how you piss on Mother's tits! Oh, God, it feels good! Piss on me, Brad! Piss all over Mother's fucking titties!"
Brad's eyes glowed, enjoying what he was doing with her. It was so perverse, so wicked and unusual, his young mind expanded with erotic excitement. Playfully, he gave a quick pull on his cock, pissing quickly directly into his mother's face.
Janet gave a yelp as the hot piss struck her nose. She jerked her head back, looking up at him. A smile spread over her lovely face as his piss returned to her tits. She felt piss dripping from her nose and over her cheeks, her lips. The stream was losing power now. She had to shove her tits farther outward.
"Wait!" she gasped. "Stop!"
Brad cut the flow off.
A golden bead clung to his piss hole. With a whimper, Janet darted her tongue for it. Scraping the bead of piss off his cock, she drew it into her mouth, tasting it. Janet's eyes rolled dreamily.
"Now, do it again," she said, and quickly closed her lips about the head of her son's cock.
"In your mouth, Mom?" Brad asked, not believing it.
Janet held the head of his cock tightly between her lips, her eyes blazing with wanton desire up at him. She nodded her head, licking her tongue across his piss hole.
"Pee in your mouth?"
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, nodding again.
Her hands moved to his hips, holding him. She held her lips just behind the head of his cock, waiting anxiously. Brad seemed to have some difficulty starting again. Pulling her lips over the head of his cock until she had them just slightly open around his piss hole, she pleaded with her burning eyes for him to piss into her mouth.
A small spurt shot across her tongue.
Janet's cunt pulled inward tightly, and she almost came. She held the small spurt of piss in her mouth, not swallowing it, tasting it. Her eyes became loose in their sockets, and she dug her fingers into his hips as she groaned in pleasure.
Brad let go with another gush.
Janet tasted it splashing across her tongue, and her ass twisted on the toilet seat as her cunt erupted with a convulsive orgasm. The taste of her son's piss was hot, unexpectedly sweet. She swallowed, her eyes dazed as she kept looking up at him.
"Want some more piss, Mom?"
"Oooomm!" Janet whimpered, nodding her head.
A strong spurt shot from his cock and burned at the back of her throat. Janet sobbed and raced her tongue about his piss hole, the hot piss in her mouth sent tremors of wild, almost mindless, rapture up and down her flesh. Her cunt contracted with muscle-tightening orgasms. She swallowed her son's piss greedily, sliding her lips over the head of his cock.
More piss streamed out of her son's cock and into her mouth. The stream wasn't very strong, and the piss more or less just dripped into her mouth. Janet swallowed noisily, the taste exciting her tremendously.
With a sob of desperate hunger, Janet began to suck on her son's cock, her hands now clutching the cheeks of his ass. The taste of his piss in her mouth was making her crazy for his cock. She cried softly in delight as Brad's cock swelled between her lips, growing deliciously hard. When his prick was fully hard, Janet licked and sucked slowly, savoring the heat burning past her lips, her tongue. She drew his prick to her throat, her lips pressed at the smooth, hairless base. She writhed her lips there, her throat working on his prickhead. Her hands ran about his young ass, feeling and squeezing. She slipped a finger into the crack of her son's ass and rubbed against his asshole.
She had come twice while he pissed into her mouth, and still her cunt seemed to be screaming and demanding more. So excited, hardly realizing what she was doing with her finger, Janet shoved the tip into her son's tightening asshole. Brad gave a yelp, his hips jerking forward in reflex. His balls banged into his mother's chin. Her stretching lips smashed at the base of his cock.
"Mom, what are you doing? That's my asshole!"
Janet pulled her mouth from his cock, but she left the first knuckle of her finger inside his ass. She enjoyed the squeezing of his asshole around her finger, the tight heat of it. Her eyes blazed as she whimpered: "Turn around and let me lick it! I want to lick your sweet asshole!"
"Lay on the floor," Brad said, climbing from the tub.
Janet scrambled swiftly onto the floor of the bathroom, her tits swelling up. She spread her legs, the piss-wet skirt clinging to them. Brad stepped over her head, facing her feet. Janet was sobbing with eagerness as she stared up between her son's thighs. As Brad started squatting, she cupped the cheeks of his ass, licking her lips hungrily as she watched them spreading wide. His asshole was exposed to her, and before he had his ass in her face, Janet was lifting her face to it.
"Suck my ass, Mom!" Brad groaned. "Suck my asshole! I'm gonna jack off on your fucking tits!"
Burying her face into her son's ass, Janet whined softly. The heat of his ass cheeks against her face was thrilling her. His asshole pressing at her mouth sent her hips jerking and grinding. She felt her son's cock on her tits, then his hand as he started jerking. She ran her tongue about his asshole, licking directly at the pucker, wiggling the tip and sucking hard at the same time. She felt her son pulling her skirt apart, revealing her bushy cunt. Flinging her legs wide apart, she arched her lips up, her cunt on fire, bubbling wetly. She sucked and licked his asshole with greed, feeling his fist flying back and forth on his cock. At times Brad would rub the head of his cock across her piss-drenched nipples, sending Janet into a flurry of asshole sucking and licking.
She plunged her tongue into her son's asshole, bringing a yelp from Brad. She felt his asshole clutch at her tongue, and she drove it as deep as she could. She pulled at his hips, trying to smash his ass harder into her face, her cunt straining upward. Her legs were splayed obscenely wide, the hairy lips sucking as her clitoris swelled. Heat seemed to spread outward from her bushy cunt, burning along her inner thighs all the way to her knees. The liquid heat radiated upward to her stomach and tits. The sensation of orgasm was strong, and her tongue darted in and out of her son's asshole wickedly. She was desperate to have his young come juice gushing from his precious cock. She sucked at his asshole with soft, muffled sobs of increasing ecstasy, her tongue racing an inch in and out. Brad was grunting hotly, squirming his ass into his mother's face, gripping his cock hard, beating frantically, the head smashing from one nipple to the other.
Suddenly Brad jerked his ass out of her face.
"Suck me!" he yelled, scooting backward, sliding his asshole across his mother's nose, his balls on her lips. "Suck my cock, Mom! I'm about to come and I want it in your cocksucking mouth!"
Janet screeched with frantic hunger, her lips and tongue scraping across her son's balls, reaching for his cock. She felt a hot spurt of come juice splash on one tit, and then she had the swollen prickhead between her lips and was sucking in a frenzy, pulling the thick, creamy come juice out of his balls and cock with strong force, her tongue licking swiftly at the gushing piss hole.
She gulped his come juice down, feeling it burn her throat. Her cunt lifted higher, her orgasm bursting between her thighs. Brad began to fuck his cock in and out of his mother's sucking mouth, fucking her swiftly as he came. He gasped and trembled, his balls beating against her nose. Janet clung to his cock with hot, wet lips, drinking his come juice and grinding her cunt into the air.
With a final gasp, Brad shoved his ass toward the back of his mother's head, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, leaning against the wall, panting heavily. Janet raced her hands to her cunt, smashing the fuzzy lips together in an effort to keep her orgasms going. She twisted and thrashed on the floor.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, I'm coming so fucking hard! My cunt... Mother's cunt is... ahhhhhhhh, it's so good, Brad!"
Slowly she began to relax. She lay on the floor, legs wide, one hand cupping her cunt, the other holding one thrusting tit. She rolled onto her side and looked at her son, grinning.
Brad stood up, his strength back. "You better shower, Mom," he said. "We've got something to do, remember?"
"I remember," she said, "but first... " She got to her feet. "Wait here just a minute."
She skipped from the bathroom, unwrapping her wet skirt. In her bedroom, she slipped into a pair of tiny bikini panties, adjusting the see-through crotch about her cunt. Returning to the bathroom where her son was waiting, she stood before him, parting her legs. "What are you gonna do, Mom?" he asked, his eyes seeing the thick hair of her pussy through the panties.
"I want you to see me piss," she said. "I want to piss while you watch, piss in my panties."
"Hey, yeah, Mom!"
"Ooo, I've wanted to piss in my panties a long time," she said, framing her cunt with both hands. "I've wanted to piss in my panties and have someone see me for so fucking long!"
"Do it, Mom!" Brad said hotly. "Piss in your panties!"
"Oooooh, yes!" She squealed, and began to piss.
Standing on the floor, her cunt shoved forward, legs open, Janet began to piss. The hot piss quickly soaked through her panties and ran down her thighs. Golden piss streamed from her tight panties and splashed onto the floor. Her eyes burned on her son's cock as she pissed, her hands still framing her crotch. She gave a soft squeal as she saw her son's cock twitch with excitement.
She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, the hot piss arching out. The pleasure this gave her was more than she had thought, and she hissed and cooed, pissing as her son gazed with hot, excited eyes. She pulled the crotch of her panties back over her cunt, all the time pissing hard. She lowered the waist band, exposing the thick, fan-shape of her cunt hair, pissing into her panties this way, then straightened them again.
"Ohhh; it feels good," she murmured. "Pissing in my panties, with you watching me... ohhhh, baby, it feels wonderful! Watch Mother piss, Brad! Watch Mother's cunt piss! Ooo, I could almost come doing this."
Brad cupped his balls, his eyes burning on his mother's cunt. Her wet panties were exciting. Hot piss dripped from the crotch, and her thighs glistened with it. He couldn't resist touching her flesh.
His hand moved up and down one of his mother's thighs, feeling the wetness.
"Hold my cunt!" she urged. "Hold Mother's cunt while I piss!"
Brad cupped his hand between her straining thighs, feeling the hot piss in his palm. It sprayed outward, splashing at her legs. Janet lifted her head, eyes half closed with perverse pleasure, her tongue running about her lips. She pissed for a long time, and her son's fingers rubbing at her panties created a much greater pleasure for her.
"Ooooo, hold Mother's pissing cunt, Baby!" she groaned. "Let me piss in your hand! Oh, it's so hot and wet! I'm pissing for you, darling! Mother is pissing for you... pissing in your hand!"
Brad moved his hips forward, taking his hand from her cunt. Janet saw what he was up to, and spread her legs a bit more. She yanked the drenched crotch of her panties to one side, and sent the arching stream of hot piss over her son's cock.
"Oooo, feel it?" she groaned. "I'm pissing on your cock. Brad! Look at Mother's cunt, pissing on your sweet cock! Don't it feel wonderful?"
Brad could only grunt as he watched his mother's hot piss splash about his cock.
"Oh, baby, it makes your cock get hard!" Janet gurgled. "Mother's piss is making your sweet cock stand up! Look, your cock is getting hard!"
Janet felt the strength go out of her piss stream, and she moaned with disappointment. She wanted to keep pissing until his cock stood up firmly, then ram her cunt onto his prick and fuck him while standing there.
"Shit!" she said as she finished.
"We can do it again, Mom," Brad said. "But let's take a shower together. I wanna watch you show your cunt... out there."
Janet, grinning lewdly, stripped her piss wet panties off. But instead of dropping them, she washed her face with them. Brad laughed, slightly nervously, and took her panties when she held them out.
"Wash your face with my panties," she said.
As Brad washed the crotch of her panties about his mouth, Janet stepped into the shower, laughing with excitement.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dressed in a tight skirt, one that molded her rounded ass, with a slit that she could open as far as she dared, and a lovely light green blouse, her feet in high heels, Janet was ready to leave the house. She was naked under her blouse, and her perky tits strained at the thin material of the blouse, bold and erect.
Beneath her skirt she was naked, completely. She wasn't wearing pantyhose nor panties, and already her cunt was wet with the idea of flashing it to strangers. Brad was in jeans and a t-shirt, ready to go, his eyes glowing with what they were about to do. She had selected her son's jeans, and they were very tight on him.
"We'll walk," she said as they left the house.
Holding her son's hand, Janet felt the cool air beneath her skirt, enjoying the air on her naked cunt. The cool air seemed to tickle the hairs of her pussy, cooling her inner thighs. Her son strutted at her side, and she couldn't keep from glancing at the front of his pants. If only he had a nice hard-on, she thought, a nice hard-on to show off, make the girls drool and wiggle.
They strolled slowly, searching for someplace where Janet could expose her cunt in some accidental way. The only place that appeared available was near a corner bus stop. There was a bench they could sit on, as if waiting for a bus. Sitting there, Janet crossed her legs, letting the slit of her skirt open. She had unbuttoned it to her hip, and her creamy thigh was a tantalizing sight. She drew the appreciative eyes of men as they went past, and Janet was amused at the way they looked, as if shy and pretending not to see. Only a few looked boldly at her thigh.
"There's a man looking from across the street, Mom," Brad said.
Janet uncrossed her legs, parting them very wide for a brief moment, her hairy cunt flashing in the sunlight. Then she recrossed them. She felt a delicious heat spreading outward from her cunt, and gave a throaty laugh that only her son could hear.
"He saw it," Brad said. "He saw your cunt, Mom."
Janet lifted her eyes and stared boldly at the man. He had a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.
"I'm going to do it again," she whispered.
Uncrossing her knees a second time, Janet deliberately pretended to lean over the bench as if to pick up something she had dropped on the sidewalk. She lifted one leg, keeping them parted. Her hairy cunt gleamed in the man's direction, and from the corner of her eye, she noticed him make a quick brush across the front of his pants.
"I gave him a good look at my cunt that time," she said, sitting upright again, avoiding looking at the man.
"I know, Mom," Brad said. "I almost saw your pussy, too."
"Really?" she flashed a smile at him. "Maybe I have the slit too high."
"It's just right," Brad said. "Oh-oh."
The man was crossing the street toward them now.
Janet avoided the man as if he wasn't there when he stood behind them, as if waiting for a bus, too. There was one coming down the street, and Janet said, wanting to get away from the man, "Let's take this bus, Brad."
Brad understood immediately, and as the bus stopped with a hiss of air brakes, he and his mother climbed on. The man boarded too. The bus was crowded, with people standing packed tightly. They wormed their way into the crowd, clutching at straps.
Janet looked straight ahead, a slight flush on her face. She clung to a strap with one hand, her other holding Brad's hand tightly between their crushed bodies. She pressed her son's palm against her exposed thigh, and Brad slowly worked his hand into the slit of his mother's skirt. She glanced down at him, smiling. She shifted her hips slightly, intending to move so her son's hand would be in the hair of her cunt.
She felt the throb of a cock behind her, pressing harder at her ass. It was the man who had followed them onto the bus, she knew.
Brad's hand never got to her cunt.
She slipped her hand toward his cock, and gripped it inside his pants as they swayed tightly together with the movement of the bus. Feeling intensely wicked, gripping her son's cock, feeling his prick harden, Janet pressed her ass back at the man's hard cock, wiggling suggestingly with slow motions. She heard the man gasp near her shoulder, and she almost giggled with delight.
Unable to resist, Janet turned loose of her son's cock and, pretending total innocence, squirmed her hand behind her. She placed her palm on the man's throbbing cock. She heard the man gasp again with surprise.
Janet squeezed the unknown man's cock.
Sliding her hand away, she cupped her son's cock again. Then, with a very soft giggle, she managed to get her son's cock out of his pants. He was standing facing a woman about Janet's age, and if the woman felt what she was doing, she gave no indication. With her son's cock out of his pants, Janet squeezed. The prick head was pressing at the woman before him, and the woman looked straight over Brad's head, the only sign she gave of awareness was a glassy expression in her eyes and a slight flush on her face. The woman held the strap with both hands, swaying with the bus.
Impishly, Janet began to jerk on her son's cock, moving her fist deliberately so the young woman couldn't possibly misunderstand. She jacked Brad's cock slowly and pressed the head and her fist at the woman's crotch. The only sign the woman gave that she could feel what was going on was a soft intake of air.
Brad glanced up at his mother, his eyes shining with excitement, but he saw the expression in her eyes, and kept quiet. He glanced secretly up at the woman's face, then lowered his eyes. The man behind Janet had become brave now. The squeeze she had given his cock made him bold. She felt his hand move down her hip, and then on to her smooth thigh, slipping under her skirt. She felt his fingers rub through the soft, thick hair of her pussy, and she squirmed her ass back against his throbbing cock.
Her eyes began to glaze when she felt the man's other hand between her ass and his cock. He fumbled about, then was inching her skirt up behind her. She knew if she didn't stop it now, her ass would be naked in the crowded bus. But no one could see, she decided. They were packed in much too tightly. She gripped her son's cock hard as the man lifted her skirt. She felt the head of his cock burning down along the crack of her ass. Now it was her turn to take a hot gasp. The man was inching his cock between her thighs from behind. Janet lifted to her toes, arching her ass into him. She felt his cock slide between her thighs, rubbing with hardness at the slit of her hairy, wet cunt. At the same time she was feeling the man fucking between her thighs, the woman facing her son dropped her hand. Janet felt the woman's hand pulling at hers, and she released her son's cock. The woman wrapped her hot fist about Brad's cock and began to jack him, still staring glassy-eyed above Brad's head, ever so innocent.
Thrilled with what was going on, Janet lifted herself as high as she could on her tiptoes, and somehow the head of the man's cock slipped into her fiery cunt. Janet swallowed an excited moan. The movement of the bus, the sway of the packed bodies, gave Janet the opportunity, and she began to move her ass slightly, fucking the man's cock. His prick was thick, stretching her cunt wide. She couldn't get the full length up her pussy, but half of it was running in and out of her cunt slowly, using the motion of the bus to fuck her.
The woman facing her son clung to the strap with one hand, jacking off Brad with the other, using the same bus motions, still trying to pretend nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Janet wanted to get a rise out of the woman, to make her give some sign. She wiggled her ass as the man behind her kept probing her cunt with half his cock, fucking slowly. The only sign was the slight increase of his breathing.
Deliberately, with the man fucking her, Janet began to lift the woman's dress in front. She felt nylons high on the thigh. The woman kept gazing in glassy-eyed excitement above Brad's head, not trying to stop what Janet was doing. Janet felt the woman's garter belt, then the nylon panties. She ran her hand between the woman's thighs, and began to feel and rub at her cunt. The only sign the woman gave that she knew Janet was feeling her up was a soft gasp, a quick jerk of her hips forward. The woman kept jacking on Brad's cock.
Janet felt the wet heat of the woman's cunt through the panties, and rubbed and pressed, feeling the throb of the woman's clit against her fingertips. Then Janet worked her finger into the crotch of the woman's panties, and slipped it up and down the wet slit, feeling the pussy. She moved a finger into the woman's cunt, and fingerfucked her. Like the woman, she pretended to look above the heads of the crowded people. The woman was jacking on Brad's young cock faster as her hips writhed, her hairy, juicy cunt working on Janet's plunging finger.
The man fucking her from behind had no idea Janet was playing and feeling with the woman's cunt, nor any idea that the woman was jacking Brad's cock. She arched her ass into the man, stretching high on her tiptoes, trying to take more of his throbbing cock into her cunt. She thought she heard a slight wet sound, but it could have been her overactive imagination. There was a scent of hot cunt drifting up to her nose, and she wondered if anyone else could detect and identify the odor, but didn't care if they did. If the woman before Brad knew Janet was taking a man's cock up her cunt from behind, she didn't give any indication.
Janet pulled the crotch of the woman's panties to one side, and the woman glanced at her. Janet gave a slight nod of her head, and the woman moved her cunt forward. Brad was just short enough so that his cock fit the woman's cunt lips as she lowered herself a little. A soft gasp came from the woman as she fitted Brad's cock into her cunt, and Janet felt Brad's cock slither into the hairy wetness of the woman. For a long moment, Janet and the unknown woman looked into each other's eyes, and then Brad was fucking the woman. Janet held the woman's panties to one side for her son, and now that the woman wasn't holding his cock in her hand, Janet felt it move to her skirt, slipping past the slit. When the woman felt a hard cock driving into Janet's cunt, her eyes widened briefly, darting to the man's face above Janet's shoulder, then at Janet's face. Janet smiled, a Mona Lisa kind of smile.
The woman returned the smile, just as faint.
Janet spread two fingers about her son's cock, pressing them at the lips of the woman's hairy cunt, feeling her son fucking. The woman did the same to Janet, then began to rub at Janet's intensely inflamed clit. Both women stood pretending innocence of what was happening to them, yet feeling each other as they were fucked by stiff cocks.
Brad's face pushed into the woman's tits, and got away with it because of the crowd. The woman jiggled her hips, her cunt sucking at the head of his young cock. Her eyes burned with glassy rapture, rubbing harder and faster at Janet's clit. Brad fucked the woman, using the motion of the bus, just as the man behind his mother was doing.
A soft, swallowed sigh came from the woman, and Janet felt the woman's hairy cunt gripping her son's cock with orgasm. Her own cunt burst into a squeezing contraction of orgasm on the man's thick cock. She heard the man make a choking sound, and felt him try to get his cock deep into her convulsing cunt. She helped him as much as she could, but still could take only half of it. She felt his prick throbbing powerfully with the sensitive lips of her spasming cunt, and then the quick squirts of his come juice spurted up the velvety walls of her hungry pussy. The man's body shook against her as he came, and Janet fought to keep down the threatened scream of ecstasy.
Brad, the woman's cunt sucking and squeezing his cock with orgasm, was not as successful as his mother. He gave a strangling sound as he came, shooting his young come juice into the woman's receptive cunt forcefully. The woman made a sobbing sound, and her eyes glazed over as her knees almost gave way. As Brad came up her pussy, the woman smashed Janet's clit almost brutally. All that did was increase the power of Janet's orgasm, causing her cunt to suck the creamy juice from the man's cock.
Making sure her son was finished, his cock pulling free, Janet adjusted the woman's panty crotch, cupped her cunt for a brief squeeze, then withdrew her hand. The woman pulled her hand away from Janet's cunt as the man pulled his cock from Janet's pussy. The bus was pulling to a stop, and Janet watched the woman lift her hand to her face. She saw a brief glimpse of wetness before the woman quickly smeared the wetness across her lips.
As the bus stopped, the woman slipped past the crowd and stepped off, with Janet and Brad behind her. The man remained on the bus.
"Thank you," the woman looked at Janet, then at Brad. "You're a wonderful young man. You made me feel good."
Then she turned and walked off.
Brad giggled. "I got fucked!" he said.
"We got fucked, you mean." Janet laughed throatily. "I've got come juice dripping out of my cunt and down my legs." Brad watched the retreating ass of the woman. "That's a nice ass, Mom," he said. "Her cunt sure was ready for a fuck."
Janet watched the swaying ass of the woman until she turned the far corner. "Yes, it is a nice ass," she said. "Her cunt was pretty hot, wasn't it?"
"Almost burned my cock off," he giggled.
"I wonder who she is," Janet said, taking her son's hand as they started down the sidewalk. "I'd love to set something up with her." She lifted her hand to her face, sniffing. "Her cunt smells wonderful."
She gave her son a smell, and he licked at his mother's finger.
"I'd like to suck her pussy," he said.
Janet felt come juice dripping down her inner thighs, and stepped into an alley way. She found some tissues in her purse, and, as her son watched, cleaned her thighs and cunt as best she could without water. "I can't walk around with come juice dripping out of my pussy," she said, tossing the tissue away. "Somebody could see I've been fucking."
"You have, Mom," he laughed.
"Well, if you don't zip up," she said, pointing to his pants, "people will see that cock, too."
"I forgot," he said, pulling the zipper of his fly up. "But I don't care who sees my cock."
"Listen," she said, warningly. "A woman can get away with it, but a boy can't. Maybe you could, because you're so young, but we can't take a chance."
"What are we gonna do now, Mom?" he asked as they returned to the sidewalk. "See if we can get fucked again?"
"I'd love it, but something like that happens once in a lifetime," she replied, her thigh peeking as she walked holding his hand. "It will never happen again, I'm sure. We just ran across a woman ready for it, that's all."
They found a small ice cream shop, and entered.
They sat at a tiny table, eating scoops of ice cream. Janet crossed her legs so her thigh was exposed to her hip, with her and her son on the lookout for someone peeking. The only ones peeking were the teenage girls working the fountain, and they giggled and paid hardly any attention.
Leaving the ice cream shop, they walked awhile longer, looking in windows at displays. They came to a dress shop, and a young woman was dressing a mannequin. She had a blouse on the mannequin but not the skirt or shoes. Someone had drawn hair and a slit on the female dummy. They stopped and watched, with Brad's eyes on the dummy.
"That won't do you any good," Janet said, amused. "You want a real cunt, not anything like that."
"I wouldn't mind having that, though," Brad said as the young girl bent over. Her back was toward the window, and her short skirt came up high. Janet and her son watched the girl's slender thighs, and then they saw her panties. A few stray hairs could be seen outside the tight crotch, and Janet glanced at her son's bug-eyed expression.
"Lovely, isn't it," Janet said. "Wouldn't you love to bury your face into that sweet cunt, Brad?"
"I wanna fuck it," he said, pressing a hand at his cock. "Then I'd eat it."
"Or eat it and then fuck it?" she asked, amused.
"Either way," he said, and watched the girl straighten up.
A surprised expression came over the girl's face as she caught Janet and Brad looking at her, realizing she had exposed herself. A blush came over the girl's face. Janet winked lewdly at the girl, and gave her son's cock a pat as the girl seemed to be gasping. The girl turned quickly and fled from the window.
"Let's go home," Janet said. "I think I have to piss, and I hate public rest rooms."
Holding her son's hand, her thigh flashing, Janet had a good feeling. Fucking the unknown man while her son fucked the unknown woman had been exciting, and she wanted to do it again. Her cunt kept quivering as they walked, and she was certain, if she tried and fantasized hard, she would come again before they got home. Passing some shrubbery, Janet suddenly pulled her son off the sidewalk and into the bushes.
"I want to suck it!" she hissed, dropping to her knees and fumbling with her son's pants. "I've got to suck your cock now!"
Brad didn't try to stop her. He was just as eager as his mother. Janet lifted his cock from his pants, and closed her lips about his prick swiftly. She tasted the moistness of the unknown woman's cunt on his prick, and began to suck greedily, thrilled to taste a cunt on his cock. She gripped his hips tightly, her lips sucking back and forth. Brad's prick swelled inside his mother's mouth, and he grabbed the back of her head, jerking her face tightly into his crotch.
Janet whimpered in pleasure, her tongue licking the pussy juices off his cock, inhaling the arousing scent.
She pulled from his cock.
"Fuck my mouth!" she hissed up at him. "Fuck Mother's mouth! Fuck my lips the way you did that woman's hot cunt! Use my mouth like it was her hairy, wet cunt, Brad!"
Brad, holding his mother's head, thrust his cock into her mouth and fucked back and forth vigorously. Janet sobbed with the brutal mouth fucking, her lips burning in a delicious manner, tight on his throbbing cock. She made soft growling sounds deep in her throat as she rushed her lips forward. She fished his balls out of his fly, rubbing them at her chin frantically. She rammed her cunt down onto one heel, twisting and squirming on it, pressuring her cunt. Her son fucked back and forth into her hungry, hot mouth, and Janet had the odd sensation that her mouth was a cunt, being fucked by her son. The odor of the woman's pussy on his prick increased her wild, burning hunger, her tongue pressing his cock to the roof of her mouth, making it tight for him. The head banged at her throat, and she began to shake with intense ecstasy, her cunt juicy on her heel.
"Suck it, suck it!" Brad yelped. "Suck my cock, Mom! Oh, your mouth is so fucking wet and hot! Suck me hard!"
Janet was gobbling in a frenzy on his cock, gripping his pounding hips, jerking him forward into her mouth. She moved her cunt from her heel, spreading her knees widely on the soft grass.
"Ooommmm!" she cried, and began to piss. The pissing sound made Brad fuck into her mouth faster yet.
"Piss!" he urged hoarsely. "Piss, Mom! Piss all over the fucking ground and suck my cock and... ohhhh, eat me, eat me!"
Janet's cunt spewed hot piss between her thighs while she sucked as hard as she could on her son's cock.
"I'm gonna come, Mom!"
"Mmmm!"
The powerful throbbing of his cock sent steaming spurts of come juice into her mouth. Janet sucked it up greedily, her cunt spurting piss as she, too, came. She sobbed with delight, her throat drinking the thick, creamy sweetness out of her son's cock, his balls smashed at her chin.
She pulled her lips from his cock, kissing at his crotch hotly as her cunt sent a final squirt of piss to the ground.
"I couldn't wait," she whispered. "I had to piss right here."
"I liked the sound of it, Mom," he said, stuffing his cock back into his pants. "I'd rather see you piss, but I was sort of busy."
"Mmmm, you sure as hell were!" she bubbled, getting to her feet and checking if her skirt was wet. "You fucked the piss out of me!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brad chattered away about the event on the bus.
He was excited, but not as much as his mother was. Janet had never done anything like that in her life. Even if her mind was intensely erotic, her fantasies outrageous, she would never have had the nerve before. Alone, she didn't think she could do it again, but with her son anything was possible.
The urge to suck him off as they walked home had been very strong, and she had been unable to resist. It was the fact he had fucked that unknown woman that had brought it on, she knew. Getting fucked herself on the crowded bus was okay, but most of her excitement was due to her son fucking the woman. She didn't feel any shame about a strange cock in her cunt, in a public place. Janet simply was unable to resist a hard cock once that prick touched her, or she had touched one or saw one.
She climbed out of the shower, realizing she was taking an awful lot of showers the past few days. Janet was normally an exceptionally clean woman, but she was in the shower or bath more than ever before lately. The value of a clean body was known to her, yet she didn't care if her son showered or not. She was turned on by his bodily odors, but wasn't sure what Brad thought about hers. The scent of his cock and balls, all sweaty, would tickle her clit. The odor of fresh piss on him would almost cause her to come. What she did know Brad liked, however, was to see her in panties, the skimpier the better.
Selecting one of her flimsiest pair, she pulled them on. The tiny triangular patch wasn't quite large enough to cover the thick mat of her cunt hair, nor did the seat conceal the lovely cheeks of her round ass. The tiny elastic straps around her hips looked much too fragile to hold them up. They were a novelty pair of panties she had found someplace a long time ago. Directly on the front was a caricature of a long tongue, salivating, the tip wrapping toward her cunt. On the seat was a drawing of an erect cock, gushing gobs of come juice. On the front near the tongue were the words "Suck or... " and near the cock was the word, "Fuck."
This was the first time she had worn them.
Brad was in the kitchen when she entered, drinking a cold glass of milk. His eyes opened with delight when he saw his mother's panties. She twirled for him, showing them--and herself--off.
"Like my panties?" she asked.
"Great, Mom." He grinned, wiping his upper lip.
She presented her ass to him. "Doesn't it give you any ideas?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him, eyes starting to gleam already.
"What kind of ideas?" he asked.
"Use your imagination, darling," she murmured, waggling her flawless ass at him sexily. "I know you've got one."
They had been back home less than an hour, but Brad's cock began to stiffen as he looked at his mother. With deliberate moves, Janet ran her hands over the cheeks of her ass while leaning forward. She caressed her ass for a moment, then pulled the seat of the pants into the crack. That caused the head of the drawn cock to appear as if fucking her asshole.
"Well, what do you think, honey?" she whispered, sliding her fingertip underneath her panties. She rubbed the tip along the crack of her ass, and, when she probed at her asshole, her other hand pulled the panties far to one side. The hair of her pussy glistened, but Brad's eyes were gazing at her finger, watching his mother feeling her asshole. His cock strained inside his pants, pressing outward. "Surely this gives you some ideas, don't it?"
"It makes my cock hard, Mom." He grinned, rubbing his hand along the protruding hardness inside his pants.
"I can see," she mewled, standing up and facing her son. "But I don't like it in your pants. Take it out of your fucking pants!" Her voice had gone low and throaty suddenly. Her full tits thrust outward, and she wiggled her shoulders, making her tits dance tightly. "In fact, take everything off."
Although Brad had seen his mother's body naked almost constantly lately, the sight still never failed to excite him. He stripped from his clothes quickly, kicking his jeans away. His young cock rose upward, the head of his prick smooth and swollen tight, jerking toward the ceiling.
Janet's eyes were fiery as she looked at him. Her cunt was responding as expected, throbbing with a hot, deep pulsation and turning wetter.
"Get on the table, baby," she said.
Brad climbed eagerly onto the top. When his mother suggested he get on his hands and knees, he did. By touch and words, she had him rest his head and shoulders down, knees drawn up, his beautiful young ass sticking in the air. Standing behind him, Janet was hardly breathing as she drank in the erotic view of his ass, his asshole, his balls dangling between his legs, his cock throbbing ever so beautifully. She stood looking at him in his erotic posture, hardly breathing as her cunt bubbled and twitched. Her long nipples were stiff.
For a moment, to excite herself to a higher pitch, Janet stroked her son's tight ass, feeling his young, smooth flesh. She felt about his ass cheeks, cupping them, pulling them wider apart yet. She made soft gasping sounds of delight as she peered at him. She ran a hand to his balls, cupping them, her other hand still fondling his naked, upthrust ass. Brad groaned and grunted as his mother's hands touched and felt.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," she murmured. "I could feel you all day. I love the shape of your little ass, Brad. I love to hold your precious balls in my hand."
Still clutching his balls, she moved her other hand between his thighs and wrapped about his cock. She stroked his prick gently, twisting her fingers back and forth. The cock head was swollen, and dripped into her palm. Leaning down, she kissed a cheek of her son's ass, her lips hot and moist. She mewled deep in her throat as she lowered her face, inhaling the exciting sweaty scent of his balls. She drew his balls back and rubbed them about her lips, her nose touching the crinkle of his tight asshole. The tip of her tongue flicked out, tasting his hairless balls.
"Mmmmm, nice, Brad," she whispered. "You taste very nice."
She stroked his cock as she slipped his balls into her mouth, sucking tenderly, her tongue moving slowly. The taste of his sweat on them sent a burning sensation through her cunt. Dropping his balls from her mouth, she dragged the flat surface of her tongue upward, licking in slow motion at the cheeks of his shaking ass. She teased him by circling her tongue about his tight asshole. Then, with a soft squeal, she began to lick up and down her son's asshole. Her tongue twisted and twirled, and Brad moaned with sensation.
"Oh, God, baby!" she moaned with wanton desire. "You taste good all over! Your sweet balls, your hard cock, your tight little asshole! Mmmmm, I could lick you all over, just eat you up! Eat your cock, your balls, your sweet asshole!"
"Oh, Mom! You're sure making me feel good!" Brad grunted, arching his ass back into her face.
"Mother can always make you feel good," she replied, pressing her parted lips against his asshole and sucking as hard as she could. Drawing back, she gazed with a hot, dreamy expression at his upturned ass.
She released his balls and squeezed one of her tits with both hands, shoving the nipple to his ass. She rubbed her long, stiff nipple up and down his asshole, whimpering softly as she saw his asshole pucker and appear to try to suck her nipple in.
"You like this, darling?" she gasped with increasing hunger. "You like the way I rub my tit in your ass? Don't it feel good, Brad? Oooo, I wish I could stick my nipple up your asshole! I'd fuck you in your tight asshole if I could... fuck you with my tit!"
She smashed her tit into the crack of his ass, her nipple pressing on the gripping asshole, and squeezed the cheeks of his ass around her tit. She mewled as a throbbing feeling of ecstasy boiled inside her cunt. She had been dripping slippery fuck juices for some time now, and the crotch of her tiny novelty panties was drenched. She moved her hands to them, and shoved her face into her son's ass while she removed her panties. Her tongue flicked and darted with eager wetness, and when she had her panties off, she drew back. Turning her panties inside out, she smeared the soaked crotch about his ass, between the cheeks and over his asshole and balls. The juices of her cunt glistened on his flesh, and, with a hot little cry, she began to lick at his flesh.
"I love the taste of my cunt on you," she moaned into her son's asshole. "My cunt tastes wonderful on your asshole, your balls!"
She lapped at his flesh, her tongue going from his asshole to his balls, licking all the juices up.
"I'd love to smear my cunt juices all over you, from head to toe," she sobbed softly, "and then lick you, all over, taste my pussy on you!"
She drew her other hand to her son's ass, and began to slowly work her finger in. Brad grunted as his mother's finger slipped into his ass. Janet hissed and cried softly as she watched her finger move back and forth in her son's asshole. She loved to see that small hole clamping at her finger, loved the feel of scalding heat inside. With her finger up his ass, she leaned forward and thrust her tongue out, licking about her buried finger, tasting his asshole. She pulled her hand out of her cunt and cupped his balls, squeezing and twisting, then grasped his throbbing cock and jacked. "Oh, Mom!" he moaned. "You'll make me come!"
"That's the object, honey," she said, her tongue rolling at his stretching asshole. "To make you come. I love it when your beautiful cock squirts that sweet, hot come juice! I just love it!"
She gripped his cock as hard as she could, jerking her fist back and forth, driving her finger in and out of his asshole. Then, without warning, she jerked her finger from his ass, and stabbed her tongue in. She thrust her tongue in and out of her son's asshole, fucking him wickedly while jacking on his cock almost in a frenzy.
"Oooo, baby!" she groaned, pulling her tongue from his asshole. "I'm so fucking hot for it now! Turn over, Brad! Hurry and turn over!"
He flipped onto his back, his cock standing straight up in the air, his lower legs dangling over the edge of the table. Janet gave a sob and shot her mouth to his cock. She pulled his young prick into her mouth and sucked up and down frantically, her lips tight. She stuffed her son's cock into her mouth deeply, thrilled as always to feel the smoothness at the base of her lips.
"Ohhhh, yes, Mom!" Brad groaned, watching his mother's mouth slide up and down his hard cock swiftly, hungrily. "Suck my cock, Mom! Oh, your mouth is so fucking hot and wet! Suck me! Suck my cock, Mom!"
For a moment longer, Janet raced her hot lips up and down her son's cock, feeling the hardness burn at her lips, feeling his prick slide across her tongue to her throat.
Then she lifted her head, eyes blazing in passion.
"I have something else hot and wet," she cried softly. "My cunt!"
"Fuck me, Mom!" Brad urged, leaning up and grabbing his mother's tits. "Fuck me with your cunt, Mom!"
"Oh, baby, will I!"
Janet climbed quickly onto the table, sliding her hot and hairy cunt along his thigh. She straddled him, on her knees. Taking his cock at the base, she stuffed the swollen prickhead into her pussy. She gasped with the thrill of that first penetration, then squealed as she settled her cunt onto him. His cock felt deep inside her cunt, his balls smashed against her ass. For a long moment, she simply sat there. Then she thrust her hips back and forth, smashing her clit at the base of his hairless prick, sliding his balls at the crack of her hot ass. She lifted her shoulders and squeezed her tits hard, the nipples bulging between her fingers.
"You feel so hard inside me," she crooned. "I can feel your cock throbbing away inside my cunt, darling. Oooooo, can you feel Mother's cunt sucking your cock, Brad?"
Brad nodded his head, his eyes watching her bushy cunt.
Janet drew her feet beneath her body, squatting on top of him. She lifted her ass until her cunt gripped only the head of her son's cock. "Watch me fuck you!" she yelped. "Watch Mother's cunt fuck your cock, Brad! Oh, baby, watch Mother fuck your beautiful cock! My cunt is so hot, and it's going to eat your cock off, darling! Watch... watch Mother's cunt!"
Janet began to fuck up and down, riding him.
She sobbed and cried out softly as she fucked herself up the cunt time and again with his strong, young cock. The lips of her pussy, fiery hot and juicy, gripped his prick with a flexing sensation. She bounced up and down wildly, making wet sounds with her pussy. Her tits jiggled as her ass danced lewdly.
She leaned over, bracing herself with her hands on either side of his face. Her tits jiggled as her ass bounced.
"Suck my tits!" she cried. "Suck Mother's fucking tits, Brad! Oh, baby, Mother's cunt is going to give you a better fuck than that woman on the bus! Suck my tits and I'll fuck your sweet little cock!"
Brad opened his mouth and drew one of his mother's nipples in. He couldn't watch her fuck him, but he felt every sensation possible. Janet cried with hot, ecstatic tears streaming from her eyes, her ass darting up and down with a frenzy of motion, circling and thrusting. The wet sounds of her cunt smacking the base of his hairless cock was loud, and she could smell the heat of her cunt and his cock strongly.
"Oooo, I'm fucking you good!" she sobbed. "Mother's cunt is fucking you, Brad! Oh, God... you go so fucking deep! You're so fucking hard and I love it, love it, love it!"
She began to shake as her orgasm swelled. The more her orgasm ballooned inside her pussy, the tighter her cunt gripped her son's cock. The hairy pussy lips squeezed in a sucking motion, drawing up on his prick, then expanding as she raced back down.
"Listen!" she squealed. "Listen to Mother's cunt fucking your cock! Hear it... hear how juicy my pussy is, Brad!"
Brad grunted, sucking hard on her tit. He was digging his fingers into her mother's straining thigh, his other hand squeezing almost painfully into her free tit. But Janet felt no pain; she felt only mindless ecstasy.
"Ohhh, give it to me!" she whimpered. "Give me that cock, Brad! Mother's cunt wants your hard cock... needs your sweet cock! Ooooo, fuck Mother's hot pussy, baby! Fuck it! Ahhhh, I'm about to come, Brad! My cunt is... oh, God, it's burning up!"
Brad tried to meet the down-thrust of his mother's cunt with his cock, but she was fucking up and down so violently he couldn't. She kept beating her cunt on his prick, grinding against him.
With a screech, Janet slammed her cunt down onto her son's cock hard, grinding, then she went stiff.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her beautiful face a grimace of tortured rapture.
Her hairy cunt gripped his cock in waves of wet heat, the inner muscles rippling up and down, squeezing and sucking. It seemed to go on for a long time, and then Janet began to fuck up and down again, panting hotly.
"Once more!" she cried. "Make me come once more, baby!"
Each thrust of her cunt was hard enough to drive the air from his lungs. He was no longer sucking at her tit. His mother's cunt seemed to be searing the shaft of his prick. She grunted in her efforts, her naked ass flying up and down, her hairy cunt slapping wetly against the base of his young, hairless cock.
"Ooooo, I'm going to come again!" she shouted.
As she rammed her cunt down onto his cock, the orgasm creating a hot, wet grip on his cock, Brad gritted his teeth, his own eyes closed. His young face contorted, and his ass jerked.
"Now!" Janet screamed. "Come, Brad! Come now! Ohhh, shoot that sweet come juice up Mother's cunt! Squirt it... squirt it up my fucking pussy! Brad, hurry! Ohhhhhh! Give it to me! Give Mother's cunt that sweet, thick, hot come juice!"
A long, drawn-out wail came from Brad, his cock gushing into his mother's cunt with force. He came rapidly, his small body jerking about as if in a seizure. His fingers dug painfully into her thighs. Janet screamed as she felt his come juice splash about the steamy walls of her cunt, her orgasm sending her into mindless ecstasy.
CHAPTER NINE
For the next two days, they didn't leave the house.
Janet fucked and sucked her son constantly, feeding the gnawing hunger of her insatiable cunt and mouth. Brad remained up to it, always ready for what his mother wanted. Janet's cunt felt a bit sore and raw, yet she pulled his cock in time and again, fucking her son with wild, greedy pleasure.
When Brad thought his cock wouldn't get hard again, Janet would take his prick into her mouth and prove him wrong. The stamina of youth was on his side, and he never failed his mother.
One of Janet's favorite activities was to piss in a pair of panties, then rub her crotch against her son. She loved the feel of wet panties on her body, and Brad was showing signs of loving it, too. He enjoyed having his mother wipe her piss-wet panties about his cock and into his face. He loved it when she rubbed her wet cunt about his chest, or his thighs. Janet had talked her son into pissing while wearing his shorts, and she had knelt before him, watching as it ran along his flesh, and buried her face into the piss-wet crotch of his shorts, moaning with orgasm time and again.
Janet didn't consider such a thing a perversion. She saw nothing wrong with it. She made no judgment on anyone, because she didn't want any judgment made on her or her son.
Although her cunt felt slightly raw, Janet couldn't get enough of her son's hand on her pussy, or his cock inside. After two days, though, even her jaw ached slightly from sucking his cock so much. She had had no idea a boy could come as often, with such volume, as her son did. He could come again well within an hour of discharge, with the juice just as creamy as ever. She found a particular enjoyment in having her son jack off into her face, feeling that hot come juice spatter across her nose, her cheeks, chin and lips. Then, as she licked her lips free of come juice, if Brad would piss across them at the same time, her cunt would erupt into multiple orgasms that often drove her almost insane with ecstasy.
They were lounging in her bed, both almost exhausted from fucking, yet still wanting more.
"Piss on my ass," Janet said, suddenly.
"I've pissed on you everywhere, Mom."
"Not on my ass, you haven't," she said, wiggling his cock with her fingers. "You've pissed in my face, and on my cunt, but not on my ass."
They went into the bathroom, and Janet climbed into the tub. She drew her knees underneath her body, sticking her ass in the air. With her head and shoulders down, she clawed the cheeks of her shapely ass wide open, exposing her asshole.
"Piss right on my asshole," she breathed.
Brad climbed into the tub with his mother, standing up behind her. He wasn't in the least reluctant to piss on her. He enjoyed pissing on his mother.
"Piss on that fucking asshole!" she urged hotly. "But don't piss all the way. Save some piss for my face!"
Brad leaned down and kissed his mother's asshole quickly, then stood up straight. He held his cock at the base, and aimed at his mother's ass. The hot piss splashed against her asshole, and Janet whined with the wet, hot sensation. The stream of piss tickled and burned the puckering ring of her asshole, and her cunt began to suck inward with pulsing sweetness. She shot a hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt.
"Oooo, piss on me, piss on me!" she whimpered.
Her ass was drenched in her son's hot piss, most of it on her fiery asshole and cunt. The rounded, creamy ass cheeks were dripping piss down the backs of her thighs, and Janet's cunt was expanding. She worked a finger into her pussy and fucked herself as her son pissed about her cunt and Brad giggled lewdly as his mother thrust it into her asshole.
"Oh, it's so good!" Janet wailed, fucking her finger in and out of her asshole, her son's piss burning her hand. She rammed a thumb into her cunt, and began to vigorously fingerfuck herself in the ass and pussy at the same time. "Piss on me... piss all over my ass and cunt, baby! Ooooo, piss, piss, piss!"
Remembering what she had said, Brad stopped the flow of his piss.
Janet quickly turned and stood on her knees, opening her lips wide. Her eyes glittered up at her son's face, rapture making them shine brightly. Brad lifted his cock, aiming at her mouth. The hot piss flowed again, and Janet moaned as pee splashed into the back of her throat. Her mouth filled with his hot piss, running freely from her lips. Pee ran down her chin and over her tits, and within moments her body was soaked in piss.
While her son continued to piss strongly, she shoved her mouth over his prick head, and began to swallow, drinking his piss greedily. Before he finished, she pulled her mouth back again, and let him send the final squirt into her mouth that way. Janet was clawing at her cunt, the contractions ripping through her body with fierce heat. Every time her son pissed on her, she came.
She knelt in the tub, her naked body shaking with orgasm, her head still turned upward. Piss had splashed onto his precious balls and cock, and Janet rammed her face into his crotch, licking and sucking hungrily, moaning with a mindless greed. She lapped the piss off his balls and pulled them into her mouth to suck awhile. Finally she closed her lips about the head of his cock and grabbed his naked ass. She jerked his hips forward, and began to suck on his prick wildly, sobbing with delight. The taste of his piss in her mouth sent rippling thrills up and down her flesh as she strived to draw his sweet, thick come juice out of his tight balls.
There was something about the taste of her son's piss with his come juice that drove Janet wild. Piss and come juice were the greatest tastes in the world, she was beginning to think. It was better than ice cream, better than the tastiest drink in the world.
She sucked frantically on his cock, feeling his prick swell into a beautiful hardness inside her mouth. All the time she sucked, her cunt was going through contractions. She made her tits rub at his thighs, her nipples tingling. She pulled him into her face, and shoved her tongue past his balls, licking at his asshole, then dragged her tongue past his balls again, up the throbbing shaft of his prick, and then swallowed that lovely sweet hardness. Brad moved his hands down and grasped his mother's tits in his hands, pulling at them as his hips pumped back and forth, fucking into his mother's sucking mouth the way she seemed to like best.
Her eyes glittered up at him, pleading in silence for his cock to gush, for his balls to unload into her hungry mouth. She gripped one cheek of his ass, squeezing hard, her other hand twisting at his young balls, her tongue like liquid fire as she licked vigorously. She moaned in pleasure when her son squeezed her full, spongy tits, eyes half closing with ecstasy.
"Here it comes, Mom!" Brad grunted.
The hot flood of come juice across her tongue sent her eyes to rolling as her cunt erupted into a final, tight orgasm. The thick come juice splashed over her tongue, mixing with the taste of his piss. Janet swallowed with a gulping sound, her ass twisting as she knelt with her son's spurting cock held tightly between her lips. Just before he finished coming, she pulled her mouth away, her lips stretched wide, and took the final squirt across her tongue so her son could watch. Then she licked his piss hole clean.
"How was that, Mom?" he asked, stepping out of the tub.
"Beautiful!" she whispered. "I came so much, my cunt still feels tight."
She handed him a towel. After pissing, she wanted him to dry himself off, but not shower. The scent of his piss was erotic to her, and she wanted the odor to stay on him as long as possible.
For herself, she stood in the tub and turned the shower on. Although her son enjoyed her wet panties, the taste of them, even pushing his face between her thighs when she pissed, she knew he didn't particularly enjoy the odor. She arched and stretched beneath the shower, her son watching as he sat on the toilet. He enjoyed watching her bathe, and she always invited him to watch. Showing her body off excited her no matter how exhausted they became from fucking and sucking each other.
Back in her bedroom, she selected a fresh pair of flimsy panties, drawing them up her slim thighs and adjusting them on her ass and at her cunt. Brad enjoyed the way she had to wiggle her ass when she stepped into her panties, and she always made sure he could watch.
As she snapped them tightly, the door bell rang.
"You answer it, honey," she said.
"I'm naked, Mom."
She reached for her robe.
With a sudden giggle of mischief, Brad stopped her. "Answer it like that, Mom."
She stared at her son. "In my panties? You men, no robe?"
"Why not?" he giggled. "You like to show your ass, don't you?"
"But... " A twinkle came into her eyes. "Why not?" she said, and started from her room, feeling a wicked thrill in the pit of her stomach.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Janet opened the door.
The man standing there almost swallowed his eyeballs. He had a package in his hand, and almost dropped it. When he tried to talk, all that came out was a gasp. His face was red, and she was amused at his efforts not to stare.
"You have the wrong address," she said sweetly, seeing the label on the package. "You want across the street."
"Uh... uh... " The man couldn't talk.
Janet stood, holding the door, legs apart slightly, her rounded tits upthrust, one hand on her hip. It was a wanton, lewd pose, and she grinned wickedly at the man.
She closed the door, laughing as her son came into the living room.
"He almost came in his fucking pants!" she laughed.
"What about you, Mom?" Brad asked. "What did you feel?"
"God, I almost came in my fucking panties, too!"
Immediately Brad went to his knees before his mother. He grabbed her hips and buried his face into her crotch. He sucked at her panties, his tongue tasting the wetness.
"Oooo, eat it, Brad!" she encouraged, spreading her thighs about his face and holding the back of his head. "Eat my pussy! Suck Mother's cunt, darling! Oh, that man! I'd have fucked him in the door if he had touched me!"
"Mmmm, hot and wet!" Brad said, his face buried into his mother's cunt.
"It is!" she moaned. "My pussy is wet and hot, and it's all for you, Brad! Lick me off, honey! That man... seeing me this way, made me hot so fucking fast! Tongue fuck me, darling! Tongue fuck Mother's cunt!"
She pressed into his face, and Brad had to lean back. When he was on the floor, Janet sat in his face. She jerked the crotch of her panties to one side and began rubbing her cunt back and forth, smearing his face, his mouth. Brad's lips and tongue tasted and sucked and licked, and when his mother squirmed her ass into his face, he didn't hesitate to lick at her asshole. He lapped from her asshole to her clit, sucking eagerly, darting his hands up her stomach to clasp her tight tits. All of his face was buried into the thick pussy hair except his eyes, which flamed up at her face.
"I'm going to fuck your face with my cunt!" she squealed. "Mother is going to fuck your cunt sucking face with her hot, hairy, juicy cunt!"
Brad gurgled as juices dripped into his open mouth. His tongue thrust deep into her cunt, wiggling and stabbing, then, as Janet shifted, his tongue slithered up her asshole.
"Ohhhh, eat my ass!" Janet cried, grinding into his face. "Eat Mother's asshole! Once, fuck it, baby! Fuck my hot asshole with your tongue!"
Brad didn't stay at her asshole, though. He raced his tongue about her crotch, plunging into her juicy cunt time and again, then up her ass. Back and forth his tongue went, driving his mother insane with sensation. She twisted and squirmed, rubbing her hairy crotch all over his young and willing face.
Twisting her head over her shoulder, she saw his cock standing straight up. With a cry of pleasure, she twisted about, screwing her cunt around in her son's face. She pressed her knees at his shoulders and shoved her face down, taking his cock into her mouth. She shoved her hands under his ass, cupping each ass cheek, and began to suck hungrily at his cock. At the same time she pounded her hairy, fiery cunt into her son's face, banging down and not caring if she bruised his lips.
Brad grasped his mother's churning ass, smashing his sucking mouth into her cunt, drawing the creamy fuck juices with his tongue, swallowing, and dipping back for more. They rolled about on the floor, sometimes with Janet on the bottom, with her son fucking up and down into her mouth. They went from top to bottom to sideways, not once losing the suction they had each other by.
Janet liked it better when she was on bottom, because she could let her son fuck her mouth, and she could pull the cheeks of his ass open and gaze at his asshole. She drew her knees back, bending her back until her cunt was in the air, legs wide. She gobbled at his cock frantically as her son's mouth and tongue devoured her boiling pussy. Their grunts and cries of ecstasy filled the room.
Janet knew her son was close to spurting into her mouth when he fucked his cock deep, the prickhead almost entering her throat. She pulled powerfully at his cock and without warning shot a finger into his asshole. Brad groaned into his mother's cunt as she stabbed his ass vigorously, his cock fucking in and out of her mouth.
The come juice in his balls erupted in a thick boil, gushing into her mouth with quick, short squirts. Janet swallowed, smashing her bubbling cunt furiously into her son's mouth. She felt his asshole gripping her finger as he came, and, with a wet sob, her cunt exploded against Brad's face.
Brad rolled off his mother, sprawling on his back, his chest heaving.
Janet remained where she was, licking her lips and panting, opening and closing her slender thighs, her orgasm sending a delicious glow about her naked flesh.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered. "Will it ever stop?"
"What stop?" he gasped.
"We're going to kill each other, baby." She breathed deeply. "If we don't stop being so fucking greedy, we're going to die with pleasure."
"Fine with me," he said.
Janet turned onto her side, hugging his hips and burying her face into his crotch. The scent sent her brain to reeling with pleasure. She didn't understand this wild desire to smell his crotch when there was the scent of sweat, or piss, or come juice on him. She didn't want to understand it, either. All she wanted to do was enjoy it. With her face between his thighs, she kissed his balls, then pulled the cheeks of his ass wide apart. She gazed a moment at his asshole, then, with a soft squeal, began to kiss at the tight ring hotly.
She closed his thighs tight about her neck, burying her face into the crack of her son's ass, licking and kissing his asshole.
After a short time, she pulled her head back. "Want to fuck me in the ass, Brad?"
CHAPTER TEN
Brad sat up, looking at his mother.
"Fuck you where, Mom?"
"In my ass," Janet repeated, smiling at him, her eyes, despite the tremendous orgasms she had just gone through, shined brightly.
A slow grin spread over his face. He ran his eyes down his mother's body and paused on her ass. Janet's ass swelled in creamy roundness, the cheeks flawless in shape. Her ass was soft, yet firm at the same time. Janet turned onto her stomach, wiggling her ass for his pleasure.
"I like my tongue in your asshole," she said huskily, "and I sure love your tongue up my asshole. Your cock is bigger than your tongue, and I bet your prick would feel so good up my ass."
She made fucking movements on the floor, her ass twisting sensuously. Her clit brushed the carpet, making her murmur softly. A shiver went through her body, a shiver of anticipating desire. "Rub your cock on my ass," she mewled, arching her creamy ass cheeks up. "Rub it over Mother's ass, baby."
She spread her legs as Brad moved between them. She cooed as she felt his cock resting on the crack of her ass. She felt his prick starting to swell again, and then her son was rubbing his cock up and down the crack. The prickhead slipped between the cheeks of her ass, and Janet tightened them. She murmured softly as her ass wiggled while Brad pushed his cock back and forth in the heat of her asscrack.
"You feel so hot, Mom," Brad said.
"I am hot, darling," she replied. "I think I stay hot. That girl... that sweet pretty girl in the alley, fingerfucking her sugary cunt. It made me so fucking hot, and now I stay that way."
"Me, too," her son grunted as he pressed the rounded tip of his prick against her asshole. "I wanna suck her little cunt. I wish we knew who she was. I'd suck her pretty pussy and fuck it!"
"Ohhh, yes, baby!" Janet gasped, lifting her ass up as her son applied more pressure to her asshole. "I'd love to see you suck her little cunt and put your cock in it and fuck her. Ohhhh, I'd suck her sweet cunt, too!"
She drew her knees beneath her body. Brad's cock pressed harder against her tight asshole.
"Would you stick your tongue up her cunt, Mom?"
"God, yes!"
"Tonguefuck her pretty cunt and make her come?"
"Yes! Oh, I would!"
"Eat her asshole?"
"I'd eat everything, Brad!" Janet sobbed with increasing hunger. "I'd eat her asshole and suck her cunt and drink her sweet piss!"
The head of her son's cock seemed enormous upon the tight, resisting pucker of her asshole. Janet clawed at the carpet with her fingers, holding her breath with the anticipation of his cock penetrating her ass. She knew what she was saying inflamed his young senses, just as what he said burned hotly inside her mind.
Brad seemed to be having some difficulty fucking his cock up her asshole. She strained back, even moved her hands to her ass and pulled hard at the already-spread ass cheeks. Still his cock had trouble.
"Let me do it," she said, pulling away from him. "Lie back, honey."
Brad lay on his back, his cock throbbing up with intense hardness. On her hands and knees, Janet shoved her face down and pulled his prick into her mouth, unable to resist the sudden urge to suck it a moment, to feel that hot hardness again between her lips. Her sensitive lips tingled as she closed them tight, bobbing her face up and down, her tongue swirling as she made low, throaty whimpers.
Lifting her face, she shot the flat surface of her tongue to his preciously young balls. She loved the hairless feel of them on her tongue, the way they felt so full, so loaded. For just a moment, she nuzzled into her son's crotch, inhaling the scent.
She grasped his cock in her fist, and pumped frantically a few times, bringing a bead of clear fuck juice to his piss hole. With a hungry moan, she licked it away, then tossed a leg across him. She squealed above his cock, facing him. Her beautiful face was radiant with wanton passion, her eyes sparkling with the erotic inner heat. Holding the base of his cock, she rubbed the smooth prickhead along the slit of her hairy cunt, smashing her inflamed clit, then back to her asshole. She tickled herself there with his prick, then positioned his cock to her cunt, sliding down slowly, hissing with delight as her son's cock stretched the sensitive lips of her cunt, filling her. For a few moments, she bounced up and down, fucking only the head of his cock, no more.
Brad stared between his mother's parted knees, watching her hairy, juicy cunt tease his cock. Hers was a beautiful cunt, he thought. He loved the thick mat of pussy hair, especially with his cock deep inside, the hair tickling the smooth base of his prick. But Janet didn't settle her cunt down on him. She kept fucking just the swollen prickhead, twisting her ass in slow, tight circles as she lifted and lowered herself.
"Would you like to do this with the girl, darling?" she asked in a whispery voice. "Would you like to see your cock inside her pretty little cunt this way?"
"Yeah, Mom!" Brad groaned.
"It was such a little cunt," Janet kept whispering. "So creamy and smooth, and no hair, just like your cock and balls. Would you suck her pussy, baby?"
"I'd suck it and tonguefuck it!"
"And make her come in your mouth?"
"Twenty times!" Brad groaned.
"And watch me eat her pussy?"
"Yeah!"
"Ooooo, I'd love that!" Janet sobbed, sliding her son's cock from her cunt and toward her tight asshole. "Letting you see me suck her pussy, lick it, eat it, tongue it!"
"Yeah, Mom!"
"And you could fuck her little mouth while I suck her cunt, and then you could fuck her pussy and I'd let her lick my cunt and... ohhhh, I'm going to take your cock in my ass, Brad!"
"Hurry, Mom!"
Janet wiggled her ass at the head of his cock, feeling the pressure as she lowered herself down.
"I'm going to sit on you!" she cried softly. "Mother is going to sit down on your cock, and fuck it!"
Brad was almost beside himself with excitement. He could see the juicy slit of her mother's cunt. It was exciting to see her cunt framed by that dark hair. He watched a bead of pussy juice drip out of her cunt and land at the base of his cock. The way his mother was squatting on him, he could see the head of his cock pressing at her asshole, too.
The more pressure she applied, the greater it felt. She pressed her asshole down on the head, and twisted gently. "Oooooo, it feels like I'm going to shit!"
"I don't care, Mom!" Brad grunted, digging his fingers into her spread knees. "I don't care if you shit! I want my cock up your tight asshole!"
"Ooooo, so do I!"
"Push hard, Mom!" Brad lifted his ass, trying to ram his cock up the tight, boiling asshole.
"Be still," she hissed. "Let me do it."
Fighting to control himself, Brad waited stiffly, his eyes burning between his mother's legs, watching his cock, her cunt and asshole.
The head of his prick was slippery with the juices of her cunt, and Janet worked her ass downward slowly, her eyes clouding with the unusual pressure. It really felt as if she was going to shit, but she knew she wouldn't. Sliding her hands beneath her ass, Janet cupped her ass cheeks. She pulled them wide apart, the head of his cock almost permeating her asshole. Her eyes rolled with the ecstasy.
"Oh!" she whimpered. "It's... it hurts!"
"Mom, maybe we better not do this," Brad said, suddenly concerned.
"I want to!" Janet hissed. "I want it up my ass! I want you to fuck me up my ass, Brad! I want your lovely hard cock in my hot fucking asshole! I've had it every place else, every hole I've got, and now I'm going to get it inside my asshole if it kills me!"
Sitting upright, shoulders back, her lovely tits straining outward with nipples toward the ceiling, Janet pressed harder yet on her son's cock. The pressure increased, a burning sensation that was not unpleasant.
She gave a harder thrust with her ass. Her eyes popped wide, and her mouth ovaled, but the only sound that came out was a gurgling hiss.
"Ohhhh, it's in me!" she then whispered, almost awed that her son's cock was up her asshole. "I've got the head in my ass now! Can you see it? Can you see it, Brad? Can you see your cock in my asshole?"
Brad barely could. He saw the stretching ring of his mother's asshole, felt the tightness, the searing heat. He was holding his breath.
Janet gasped softly, and slowly slithered down onto his cock. The deeper it went, the less pain she felt. She paused with half her son's cock up her ass, feeling the powerful throbs of it. Her asshole squeezed, and Janet whimpered with the strange, but ever so delicious, feeling.
Then she moved her ass down until every inch of his hard cock was in her asshole. She sat there, knees up, her asshole flexing around the base of his cock.
"It's so deep," she hissed. "Your cock is so fucking deep inside my ass now, Brad! I like the way it feels! It makes me feel full, very full!"
Turning loose of her ass cheeks, she slipped her hands between her thighs and pulled at her cunt. Her eyes glowed with a sparkling pleasure as she watched her son's face.
"You like my ass, baby? Do you like the way your cock feels up Mother's tight asshole?"
"Fuck me, Mom!" Brad groaned, his balls tight. "Fuck my cock because... because you're so fucking tight and hot, I might come too fast!"
"No you won't," she hissed. "I won't let you come, not until I'm ready for it."
Using the muscles of her thighs, Janet lifted her ass up, feeling the sucking motion around the stretched ring of her asshole, the hardness of his cock. She breathed deeply as she held herself with his swollen prickhead just inside the ring of her ass. A fire was burning there, a delicious fire that sent a shudder of rapture trembling through her. She moved her ass down again, and pulled the hairy lips of her juicy cunt wide apart to feel his flesh as she sat down with his cock deep once again. She jiggled her hips, grinding onto his cock for a moment. His lower stomach turned slippery with her pussy juices, which gleamed erotically on his flesh. Sliding her ass up again, she began to agitate her distended clit with two fingers, hissing and sobbing as pleasure increased deep in her body.
"Now!" she yelled.
She bounced up and down, fucking his strong cock with her asshole. The friction felt hot and searing. The faster she ran her ass up and down, the more she loved it. There was a slight slicing pain, but the very sensation of pain was now part of her ecstasy. Her asshole held his cock tightly, sliding up and down from the swollen head of his prick to the base.
"Watch me!" she yelped. "Watch Mother fuck your cock with her asshole! Watch me take your hard cock up the ass, and watch me finger-fuck myself, too! Ohhhhhhhhh, this is... is fantastic!"
The muscles of her slender thighs rippled as she fucked up and down. She held her shoulders straight, her beautiful tits jiggling slightly as she rose and fell. Her breath hissed from her lungs with excitement. Her cunt began to clench and suck inward, her fingers brutalizing her inflamed clitoris in almost-mindless rapture.
Brad's eyes burned from his head, watching his mother, fixed upon her crotch. He could see the way her fingers agitated her clit, see the dripping juices from her cunt. His lower stomach was slippery with the fuck juices now. He could barely see her asshole stretching about his cock. The feel was intense, his cock clutched tighter than ever. The ring of his mother's asshole gripped and loosened about his prick, like a squeezing band.
Janet bounced wildly, her asshole fucking up and down on her son's cock with short, jerking motions. She swung her ass in tight circles as she came up, then plunged down violently. She was sobbing, tears of rapture streaming from her eyes, a soft scream boiling from her throat now and then. She clutched one of her firm tits in the palm of one hand, her nipple bulging from her fingers, the other hand rubbing and twisting and pulling at her sensitive clit. Her stomach churned as she banged onto her son's throbbing cock. Fucking him with her cunt and sucking him off into her mouth had been fantastic, but taking his cock up her ass was something else. There was something even more exciting about that, a perverse feeling of beautiful bliss. Being fucked in the ass was, to some extent, humiliating, degrading, yet that very sensation of degradation was what gave her the most feeling of pleasure.
"Ooooo, your cock feels so good up my hot asshole!" she gasped. "It's so fucking hard, and goes so fucking deep! Come in Mother's asshole, Brad! I want to feel your cock squirting that sweet come juice up my hot asshole!"
Brad began to grit his teeth, the ecstasy almost unbearable. His balls felt full and tight, and, each time his mother banged her asshole downward, her ass cheeks touched his balls, sending a fiery jolt through him. The way her asshole clutched so tightly, as if sucking on his cock, made Brad think, insanely, that his mother was going to suck his balls up through his prick.
Janet's ass danced up and down lewdly. She had never felt so lewd, so downright wanton before. The only thing that compared with this feeling was while they were on that crowded bus. Every nerve of her slender, exciting body was being agitated and seared with passion. Taking a hard cock up her ass was the most delicious, most beautiful, most humiliating feeling ever. She leaned back so her son could see how his cock stretched her asshole, her wet cunt twinkling at him. She leaned on her hand, her head toward the ceiling, grinding her asshole onto him so he could see, and agitated her cunt with two brutal fingers. She rammed the fingers into her cunt, fucking them in and out as her asshole gripped and squeezed his cock.
"I'm about to come!" she shrieked suddenly, her ass jerking. "Ohhhh, my cunt... my asshole... everything is about to come, darling! My tits are so fucking hard! My cunt is so fucking wet! My asshole is so fucking tight and full and I'm going to come all over the fucking place and all over you and... ohhhhhh!"
Janet came.
Her whole naked body trembled with violence as a tortured scream boiled from her throat. Her hips jerked spastically as the convulsion raced through her flesh like wildfire. She was pulling and twisting at her pulsing clit as if to tear it loose from her cunt. Her cunt lips contracted visibly as the spasms burned through her. Her asshole clutched so tightly, Brad wondered if it was possible for an asshole to slice his cock off.
"Ohhhh! Oooooo! Ahhhh, I'm coming so fucking hard!" Janet wailed, grinding in a frenzy on her son's throbbing cock. She couldn't feel the powerful pulsations of his cock right now--her own orgasm was too intense.
The spasms seemed to go on forever, and Janet was starting to feel drained. The orgasms did not turn painful as before, however. The more she came, the better the orgasms got.
She kept leaning back on her arm, but she was no longer twisting her clit. She thrust her fingers into her cunt, feeling the power of her contractions gripping them, her asshole sucking and squeezing at her son's cock. Her tits felt swollen, her nipples about to burst.
The convulsions began to slow, and Janet cried softly. As the spasms began to fade, she sat upright again and began to slowly fuck her son's cock with her asshole, grinning lewdly down at him.
"You didn't come," she said. "Why didn't you come in my ass, Brad?"
Brad didn't answer. His eyes were bulging as he stared between their bodies.
"I'll make you come," she said. "Mother's asshole will make that hard cock squirt! My asshole will suck your cock off and you're going to come up that ass!"
Janet began to race her asshole up and down her son's cock, fucking with greedy ecstasy. The burning sensation was gone now, replaced by that amazingly delicious stretching and filling sensation. With her hands on her knees, she churned and thrashed her ass up and down, her cunt gleaming in wetness. She twisted and bounced, gasping with effort and delight. She flung her hands up to her tits, and began to smash and squeeze at them.
"I'm going to come again!" she shouted. "I'm about to come again, baby!"
"Now, Mom!" Brad shouted.
"Yes!" Janet screamed.
She rammed her asshole down tightly, grinding frantically, her orgasms burning her cunt again. This time she felt the deep throbs of her son's cock, and then she felt the rush of his come juice gushing along the walls of her thirsty asshole. She screamed her ecstasy, one hand pulling and twisting a rigid nipple as the other hand began to fuck in and out of her cunt once more. She fingerfucked herself wildly, her asshole sucking the creamy come juice from her son's cock. She thought she could feel each powerful gush of his come juice inside her ass, but wasn't certain. All that mattered was that she was taking his come juice up her tight asshole and that it would not be the last time, either.
Brad grunted and almost doubled up with the power of his discharge. His shoulders and head came off the floor, and his face moved between his mother's knees, about a foot from her cunt. Janet leaned back, both hands behind her now as her hips whipped about in a frenzy of orgasm. Brad's hands shoved along his mother's thighs and underneath her ass. He clung to the spreading ass cheeks as his cock spurted time and again into the boiling heat of his mother's gripping asshole.
With a moan, he fell back onto the floor, his discharge finished.
For a moment, Janet kept leaning back, gasping as her final orgasm ran its course. Then, laughing wickedly, she sat up on him, his cock still buried up her asshole.
"Watch," Janet whispered and began to piss.
Brad giggled as the hot piss flowed upward on his stomach. The golden piss climbed higher, and then it splashed along his chest.
"I'm pissing on you!" Janet laughed lewdly. "Your cock is still in my asshole and I'm pissing on you!"
Brad, too, laughed, feeling the hot piss of his mother drenching his chest and then his neck. With a grunt, he lifted his head and caught the stream on his lips.
"Drink, Baby!" Janet urged. "Drink my piss!"
Brad parted his lips, feeling the scalding wetness of his mother's golden piss splash into his mouth.
"You, too!" Janet shouted. "Piss up my ass!"
Brad no longer had to strain to piss. His cock softened a little.
With his mouth wide open, tasting his mother's hot piss flooding his mouth, he started pissing up her ass. Janet felt his piss washing along the walls of her asshole, filling her ass deliciously. She strained to keep the stream of her own piss strong, her eyes blazing as she watched it spew into her son's mouth.
"Oh, God!" she breathed when they could no longer piss.
She lifted her ass off his cock, feeling his piss running from her asshole. She sat on her heels, sliding a hand along her cunt and to her asshole.
"I don't know how we managed that," she laughed wickedly, "but it was great!"
His cock flopped loosely, and Janet leaned down. She pulled the head between her lips, swirling her tongue. Then she sucked his cock completely into her mouth, sucking gently.
"You taste like shit," she giggled, pulling up.
"I should," Brad replied. "It's been up your fucking asshole."
"Ooooo, I know," Janet gurgled, "and I love it! I don't mind tasting shit after you fuck me in the ass." She stood up. "Let's clean up, honey. I have an idea."
"What?"
"Let's see if we can find that pretty little girl."
"Yeah!"
They raced each other to the bathroom, giggling and slapping at each other's naked ass...
