The facade of respectability often crumbles to dust with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporations' finances turns up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs.
And what of the facade of righteousness and puritan morality in tree-shaded, picket-and wrought-iron-fenced suburbs of middle and upper-middle-class America?
What really goes on behind those freshly painted doors? Is depravity an exclusive right of the ghetto-dweller, as many of the more fortunate would like to think?
This is the serious and shocking story of one mother and the sexual fascination she develops for her son. The facade of respectability comes quickly crashing down.
HORNY LOVING MOTHER-the story of a woman who could be any mother, in any American town.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jean Laurum leaned over the wood, trying to start the camp fire. She leaned from her waist, tight jeans stretching on her ass.
Sitting in a folding lawn chair, Tommy stared at his mother.
He wasn't doing anything Jean was unaware of. She knew her son looked at her when he felt she wouldn't notice. She didn't mind. She enjoyed being looked at, even by her own son. It made her feel good to be looked at, admired, desired.
She knew this streak of exhibitionism could be dangerous if she wasn't careful, so she was careful. She had exposed herself as a high school girl in various ways that seemed accidental.
It was, in fact, how she had met and married her ex-husband.
But he turned out to be a wimp, an asshole.
Oh, he loved her erotic ways in the beginning, before they were married. She would tease him by showing a long, creamy thigh, or when they were having a drink in a dim-lit bar, she would flash her panties at him, always pretending she was unaware of what she showed. Of course, other men had seen too, and her ex-husband had been very turned on . . . until they were married.
Then he stopped her.
And Jean hated that.
Something inside her forced her to expose her body, something she couldn't control. So, since he stopped her from openly doing it, she would go out during the day, while he was at work, and flash in various ways. She took to going to the public plunge, wearing the skimpiest bikini she could find, letting the silky hairs of her cunt show along the crotch. There, she would sit in innocent postures, but always with the tight crotch of her bikini showing, the slit of her juicy cunt outlined and always the dark hair along the edges.
Eventually, this urge to flash got her into trouble. Not trouble to her way of thinking, but to her husband's way of thinking.
And that brought about the divorce.
Actually, nothing really happened.
There hadn't been time for anything to happen, but Jean was ready for it. She had thought her husband was working late, and had dressed in a tight skirt, slitted almost to her hip, and a sweater that molded her shapely tits. She wasn't going to do anything but enjoy showing herself when she entered the small, intimate cocktail lounge. At first she felt disappointed because there was only one man sitting at the bar, with a female bartender. But when she climbed onto the stool, allowing her knees to part and show one luscious thigh, the man caught the slight exposure and smiled at her.
When he offered to buy her a drink, she accepted, turning toward him on the stool, crossing her thighs. She chatted with him, minor gossip only, while the female bartender commented now and then. She discovered the man and woman were married, and owned the small lounge. Knowing they were man and wife did not dampen Jean's desire to reveal herself. Besides, the woman was on the other side of the bar and couldn't see across. Jean now sat on the high stool with her knees apart, her tight skirt halfway in her lap, talking quietly as the man gazed boldly at her thighs. She glanced often at the front of his pants. She saw his cock swelling along the left side of his pants, and encouraged by that response, she allowed the man to see the crotch of her tight panties by slowly drawing her skirt to her lap, carefully watching the female bartender.
When the man placed his hand on her knee, she encouraged him. She had never allowed this to happen when she flashed herself, but this night she was hot, steaming, very hungry.
When the man's wife went off to the back of the lounge, Jean shoved her hand to the man's cock, feeling how hard his prick was. She squeezed, moaning softly when he shoved his hand between her thighs and felt her bubbling, wet cunt. She flung her legs apart so he could have a good feel of her pussy. Although she jerked her hand away when the wife came back, the man kept his hand under her dress.
While Jean sat with the man's hand cupping her cunt, she looked nervously at the woman.
"Is it hot and wet, dear?" the woman asked her husband, looking boldly into Jean's eyes.
"It's real wet and hot, baby," the man said. "You should have a feel of this pussy yourself."
"I just might do that," the woman said, her voice husky.
Jean trembled as the woman came from behind the bar to stand near her and the man. Jean wasn't frightened; she was excited. The man pulled his hand from her pussy, and his wife slipped her hot palm along Jean's thigh. She pulled at Jean's leg, and Jean opened her knees willingly. The woman ran her palm along Jean's crotch, mewling softly.
"Lovely," the woman whispered, pressuring Jean's cunt.
The man pulled Jean's hand to his hard-on, and Jean eagerly grasped his prick, feeling a rippling desire flooding her slender body.
"Take his cock out," the wife said, sliding her fingers into the crotch of Jean's panties. "Take his cock out and see what a nice one he has."
Jean glanced nervously at the door of the small cocktail lounge.
"Don't worry," the wife said. "It's too early for anyone to come in."
As she spoke, she rubbed at Jean's swollen clitoris.
Jean eagerly opened the man's pants, pulling his huge cock out. She closed her fist around his prick, jacking the man while his wife stood there working a finger into her cunt. Jean turned on the stool, opening her thighs wide to the woman, wanting to lean down and suck the man's throbbing cock, but still nervous.
The wife, using both hands, held Jean's panties to one side, exposing her hairy cunt, which the man gazed at while Jean pumped his cock. When the woman thrust a finger into Jean's cunt, fucking in and out, Jean moaned and squeezed the woman's husband's cock very hard.
"Easy," the man warned. "You want to make me come off before I can fuck you?"
"Oh, no!" Jean sobbed, twisting her ass while the man's wife fucked her finger back and forth.
"You have a lovely cunt," the wife whispered. "Nice, tight, and very juicy. If there's anything I like in my face other than a hard cock, it's a wet, hairy cunt!"
"You going to eat her?" the man asked his wife. "Let me fuck her first, then you can have my come juice with all that pussy juice."
"Ohhhh, this is . . . oh, God!" Jean cried hotly.
Her husband had walked in.
He saw Jean sitting on the high stool, leaning against the bar, the woman fingerfucking her while Jean clung to the man's cock.
"You fucking bitch!" he spat. "You hot-assed, fucking, cocksucking cunt-whore!"
The wife jerked her finger out of Jean's cunt swiftly, whirling around to confront Jean's husband. The man pulled his cock out of Jean's frozen fist.
"Do you know this guy?" the husband asked.
Jean nodded, unable to speak as she stared in horror at her own husband.
The wife retreated behind the bar while her husband stood up, moving back. "We don't want any trouble in here, man," he said.
Jean's husband ignored him, grabbing Jean by her arm roughly and jerking her from the stool. "You're just what I thought-a fucking whore!"
Then he dragged her out of the cocktail lounge and threw her violently into the car. When he climbed in, he began to rip her clothing off in a frenzy.
"This is what you want, so show it!" he snarled, then drove home.
At home, he dragged her from the car and, while Jean tried to cover her nakedness, pushed her into the house. Tommy was there, staring at them with wide eyes. At first Jean blushed to have her son see her so revealed, but when her husband jerked her hair to make her stand up straight, she looked directly at him, defiant and proud.
"See your mother, Tommy," he said. "See what a whore she is? Look at her tits . . . she loves to show her tits."
Tommy turned away, and Jean felt grateful.
That night, her husband left, taking only his clothing, and she had never seen him again.
Almost a year ago, it had been.
Now, she was divorced, happy to be with her son. She had stopped playing her little exposure games for a while, but the urge returned as great as ever. That was when she realized her son was looking at her. She had never exposed herself much to him, but the desire was there.
Now, leaning from her waist over the stacked logs, she knew her son was staring at her ass. Glad she had worn the skin-tight jeans, she felt the seam of her pants draw tight against her cunt and clitoris. Finally she had the fire started, and straightened up to face her son.
"How's that, baby?" she asked, her voice throaty.
"Perfect, Mother," he replied, his eyes fixed upon the way her tits strained against the man's cotton shirt she wore. "Just perfect."
Her son wore cut-off jeans, cut very high. She swallowed when she saw the very tip of her son's cock showing through the frayed crotch.
"You're talking about the fire, aren't you, Tommy?" she asked, licking her lips.
"Well . . . sure, what else, Mother?"
"I thought you meant ..." She swallowed again, allowing her gaze to remain on the tip of his cock, meaningfully. "Well, I thought you meant something else was perfect."
She turned from him and began the evening meal.
They had camped in a nice, clean place, hidden by tall trees, with a small patch of soft, green grass. It was their first outing together since that night her husband had shown her tits to Tommy.
She busied herself, and felt her son's eyes following her. She was nervous, but not with guilt. Her son was old enough to see there was a difference between himself and girls ... between him and her.
Tommy sat at the entrance of the small, three-person tent, his ankle crossed over his knee, watching his mother, watching her body.
Jean was tall, with slenderness that was attractive, not at all skinny. Her tits were full and widely spaced, with lovely long nipples of a light-brown color. They were firm and tight, and very sensitive. Her waist was small, with rounded hips and tantalizingly long, satiny thighs. She had dark-brown hair, with coppery highlights. She was lovely, and would have made a most attractive model.
There were a few hours left before darkness, and Jean prepared their meal. Her tits swelled with her son watching her, her nipples pressing at the thin shirt. She glanced at her son frequently, watching the tip of his cock, wondering when his prick would become hard and slither out of his shorts.
"I wonder where the restrooms are?" Tommy asked. "I didn't see any when we drove in, did you, Mother?"
"I don't think there are any out here, honey," she answered. "This is real wilderness, you know. I guess we just use the bushes."
"That's kinda open, isn't it?"
Jean looked up at him. "I guess we just have to make do, then, don't we?" she said, her voice very low. "Do you have to go now?"
"Pretty bad," he said.
"Use those bushes," Jean replied, pointing to a low bush about ten feet away. "I don't think there's anyone around to see you."
"You are, Mother," he reminded her.
"And, of course, you're shy." She smiled at him.
"Well ..."
"Go on, baby. I won't look."
Tommy stood up, and her eyes burned at the front of his shorts. She was disappointed not to see his cock. Somehow she had thought his prick would stick out when he stood up.
"I don't care if you look, Mother," Tommy said, his eyes following her fingers.
"You . . . don't?"
"No," he said, and moved toward the bush.
But he didn't go behind the bush. He stood in front of it, looking straight at his mother. He opened his pants, and Jean stood breathless, watching her son pull his cock out.
"Oh, my!" she whispered, her eyes burning as she watched.
Tommy held his cock at the base, still looking at her. Jean moved her fingers downward and cupped her cunt, spreading her thighs slightly, knowing her son was watching her.
The hissing of his piss seemed loud in the stillness, and Jean stared, watching the golden piss gush from the head of her son's cock. She felt her cunt suck inward, felt the wetness seeping at the crotch of her tight jeans. She pressed her hand between her legs, pulling upward on her cunt.
Tommy watched his mother pressing her hand at her cunt, and sent a long, strong stream of hot piss onto the ground. When he finished, he shook his cock, facing her. Then, while buttoning his pants, walked back to where his folding chair was. Tommy sat down again, scooting his ass to the edge of the chair and opening his legs wide. Jean wondered if her son was tempting her, trying to get her to make the next move. The tension between them was intense, a sexual tension.
Still holding her cunt, Jean walked slowly toward the bush. Her son watched her ass, excited by the shape, the swing. Stepping behind the bush, Jean looked at her son as she opened her tight jeans, snicking the zipper down. She pushed them to her knees. When she squatted, she found the bush was not high enough to conceal her completely.
The hissing sound seemed loud.
"Sounds good, Mother," Tommy called.
Jean agreed silently with her son. There was something exciting about pissing behind this bush while looking at him. There was no denying her excitement when he pissed in front of her eyes, his cock showing. She felt as if she could have an orgasm.
Finished, she stood and, like her son, started back while adjusting and zipping her jeans. But she gave her son a quick peek at the dark curls of her pussy before she pulled up the zipper.
"Looks good, too," Tommy said, then giggled.
Jean broke into a laugh. "Then it wasn't the fire you were talking about, huh?"
"No, it wasn't the fire, it was your . . . butt," he said.
"Oh, you think that's perfect?" she asked, looking her son in the eye. "You really think mother's butt-mother's ass-is perfect?"
"Absolutely perfect," he said.
"She looked at her son a long time, then asked: "Tommy, remember that night your father-"
"I remember," he broke in. "I don't wanna talk about that, Mother."
"I was going to ask if you thought my . . . you know, titties, were perfect, too."
"Real perfect." Tommy grinned, and this time Jean saw his cock was swelling inside his ragged cut-offs.
CHAPTER TWO
Jean occupied herself by straightening their camping area, feeling her son's eyes on her. His comments stayed in her mind, burning there.
She squatted, her back to him, knowing he was staring at the spreading cheeks of her rounded ass, seeing the crack where her tight jeans pulled in. She found her cunt bubbling wetly. The seam of her jeans was tight against her clitoris. She reached into their food hamper. After a moment, she peeled a banana, and turned to face her son, still squatting. The head of his cock was almost revealed, and she stared, parting her knees very wide. She began to eat the banana slowly, suggestively.
Tilting her lovely face, she moved the banana into her mouth, holding it there, then slowly pulled it out. With her lips ovaled, Jean began moving the banana in and out of her lips. Jean knew her squatting was lewd, knew what she was doing with the banana was lewd, but she didn't care. She felt good doing this for her son, letting him know something about her.
"What are you gonna do with the fire, Mother?" Tommy asked, his voice shaking.
"I was going to fix us something to eat, but I'm not hungry after all," Jean replied, purring as her tongue ran about the banana.
Jean, licking on the banana, began to hump her ass up and down, then sideways. Her son's cock made a delicious bulge in his shorts, and his piss hole was clearly visible. Jean rubbed the banana about her cheeks, her chin, and then to the opening of her shirt. Tommy's eyes followed. She pushed the end of the banana between her tits.
"Aw, shit, Mother," Tommy moaned, getting up and turning from her.
Jean saw the way his cock pressed at his shorts, and her cunt lurched sweetly. Tommy crawled into the tent, and she stared at his young ass, wondering why he had turned from her.
"Why, 'aw, shit,' honey?" she called softly after him.
"Aw, Mother," he said from inside the tent. "I don't wanna ..."
Jean stood, dropping the banana and going to the tent. She pulled the flap open and looked in. Tommy was on his sleeping bag next to hers. He had shoved his shorts to his knees, and was gripping his young cock very hard. Jean, on her hands and knees, stared at her son's cock with glassy eyes, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue between them. Tommy was squeezing hard, making the cockhead bulge smoothly.
Drawing from the entrance, Jean stood, frowning. She found her son's hard-on delightful. He was hard because of her, she knew. That knowledge made her feel good. She had postured lewdly for him, used the banana in a highly suggestive manner, and flashed the hairs of her cunt at him.
She heard her son breathing hard inside the tent and, with a quick decision, pulled her shirt from her jeans. She opened her jeans and shoved them down. She removed her boots, then draped the jeans over the chair her son had been sitting in. The sun burned on her naked ass, and a cool draft of air flowed about her cunt. She unbuttoned the shirt, but left it on. Then, again on her hands and knees, she shoved her head into the tent.
"Can I help, Tommy?'' she asked in a whispery voice, her eyes fixed on her son's cock.
Tommy jumped, twisting onto his stomach quickly, hiding his hard-on. He started to say something, but his eyes fell upon his mother's beautiful tits. He stared at her rubbery, firm nipples, then into her eyes.
"I asked if I can help you with that?" she murmured.
"With . . . what, Mother?" Tommy swallowed noisily.
"Your hard-on, baby," Jean said bluntly. "Can I help you with it?"
Tommy flushed, not knowing what to say. Jean crawled into the tent, and when he saw his mother had taken her jeans off, he almost came against his sleeping bag. A low groan escaped his tight throat. His eyes followed her as she turned around so her head was near his.
Jean leaned toward her son, pursing her lips. She kissed his mouth, and slowly dragged the tip of her tongue from one corner of his lips to the other. Pulling her face back from his, her eyes gazing directly into his, Jean moved her hand down his back, and rested her palm on one cheek of her son's ass.
Jean cupped her son's ass, squeezing hard, then turned onto her back, lying at his side. Tommy stared at her tits, his eyes glazed with hunger. Jean's tits welled up, round and firm, her succulent nipples throbbing with hardness. Tommy was trying to keep his eyes on her tits and not look down at her body, but Jean wasn't going to have any of that.
"Look at me, baby," she whispered. "Look at me, Tommy."
Tommy's young body shook.
"Tommy, I'm naked," Jean murmured huskily. "I took my jeans off so you could look at me. Look at me, Tommy. I want you to see me ... see all of me."
Tommy's eyes moved downward. He saw his mother's flat stomach, her hips, thighs, and finally stopped at the triangle of lush, soft pussy hair. He was hardly breathing as he looked at her, and Jean felt the heat flow about her body.
"You can touch me," she whispered.
"Mother ..."
"Touch me, baby," she urged, taking his wrist and drawing his hand to her tit. "Feel me . . . it's okay, Tommy. I want you to touch me, feel me all over."
Tommy groaned as he felt her tit burning into his palm. Jean placed her hand on top of his, smashing her tit. She curled her son's fingers into her shapely tit, then dragged his hand downward. She moved slowly, watching his face, seeing his eyes boil, his excited expression.
Tommy's eyes moved with his hand, and Jean shoved his fingers through the soft hair of her cunt. Tommy moaned and pressed his hard cock into his sleeping bag.
"Oh, Mother!" he gasped when his fingers touched the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Feel me up, Tommy," she urged. "Please, feel mother up! Touch me all over, honey. I want you to feel me, feel me there."
Jean's passion was raging, and she was fighting hard to keep herself under control. She knew her son had never touched a girl before. She couldn't take the chance of scaring him. She had to go slow, be careful and make her son understand she wanted this, wanted him to see her naked, to feel her titties and cunt and everything. She wanted him to cooperate with her. She didn't want to just turn him over, climb on top of him and plunge his cock into her cunt.
Tommy was intensely excited, she could see. His eyes were moist and hot as he stared at his hand on her cunt. She felt his hand shaking, but when she placed her hand on top of his, Tommy moved his fingers downward. Jean purred with delight and parted her thighs for him.
"Feel it!" she hissed, pushing his hand down and curling his palm and fingers about her bubbling, fiery cunt. "Feel that, darling! Feel how hot that is . . . how wet I am?"
Tommy couldn't resist. He moved his hand up and down, feeling his mother's cunt, the heat of it, the wetness. Jean twisted her hips, mewling in delight. Tommy rubbed up and down, feeling the swollen lips of his mother's cunt, gasping, eyes bugging from his head with excitement.
"Push your finger in me," Jean whimpered. "It's okay, Tommy. I want you to stick your finger in there and move it in and out."
Tommy didn't hesitate now. He thrust his finger into the fiery wetness of his mother's cunt. Jean yelped with pleasure, her hips shooting up at his hand. He felt the satiny softness of his mother's cunt clinging to his finger and began to fuck in and out.
"Oh, yes, Tommy!" Jean gurgled, working her hips. "That's nice! That's very nice! Ooooo, go faster, honey!"
Tommy's finger fucked in and out of his mother's gripping cunt, making soft wet sounds. Jean lifted her ass, gyrating her hips and purring softly with exquisite sensations. She wormed her hand under his body, and Tommy, in his excitement, lifted his hips. Jean grasped her son's cock, squeezing hard.
"Oooooh, darling!" she cried, gripping his cock. "You're so hard, Tommy! So very hard!" She whipped her crotch up and down, gliding her hairy cunt on and off her son's finger and pulling at his prick. Her other hand ran through the curls of her cunt, pulling upward on the flesh, her clitoris straining outward. "Oooooh, this is going to make me come, Tommy!"
Her hips swung up and down, and Tommy was no longer shy nor hesitant. He fucked his finger into his mother's wet cunt, lifting himself up on an elbow to watch, eyes unfocused. Jean squeezed his cock real hard, making her son groan. Tommy turned onto his side now, and Jean began to pump and jerk on his throbbing cock in a frenzy, her hips dancing up and down and grinding at his finger.
"Oooooh, I'm going to come, darling! Ohhh, baby, mother is going to come!"
Jean's cunt contracted with steamy orgasm. She rammed her pussy hard onto his finger, jacking frantically on his cock. Tommy felt his mother's cunt close about his buried finger, felt the contractions of her orgasm, watched her clitoris throb and her hips shake. A shudder rippled through her, and Jean moaned. Her ass fell back to the sleeping bag, her eyes dreamy as she smiled at her son.
"You made me come, Tommy," she said huskily, clinging to his cock with a tight fist. "But you're still hard. I don't want you to feel bad, honey. Mother wants to help you with your hard-on."
"Pump it, Mother!" he gasped, his finger still inside her pussy. "Pump it for me!"
"Oh, I will, Tommy!" Jean purred, sitting up and pushing her son onto his back. She cupped his preciously hot balls in her hand, closing her fist around his cock. "You're so big and hard! It feels very hot, too."
She jacked her son's cock as Tommy leaned back, grinning and gasping, feeling his mother's hands on his cock and balls. He stared at her tits, her shirt falling open.
"Can I touch them, Mother?" he asked. "Can I feel your titties while you jack me?"
"Touch me anyplace," Jean moaned as she pulled hard at his cock. "You don't have to ask. Just touch where you want to."
Tommy curled his fingers around her tit, squeezing, pulling and twisting her nipple, making his mother gurgle and mewl with delight. Jean pounded her fist up and down on his cock, watching the prickhead swell, clinging to his loaded, hot balls. She watched the fuck juices seep from his piss hole, and smeared her palm over it, making her fist slippery.
"Honey, if you really want me to, I'll jack you off," Jean said as she looked at his excited face. "I'll jack you off and make you come. But if you'd rather . . . well, wouldn't you like to put it in me?"
"You mean ..." Tommy choked, not believing what his mother was offering.
"Yes, darling," she mewled and squeezed his cock. "That's what I mean."
"Oh, Mother! Can I? Ohhh, let me do that, Mother!"
"You do want to?" she asked, making certain. "You do want to put this in me?" "Oh, yes, Mother!"
"You know what . . . you understand we'd be . . . fucking, don't you?"
"I understand, Mother," he said, his cock feeling about to explode. "I know we'd be . . . what you said."
"Fucking," Jean giggled. "You'd be fucking me, fucking your mother. You want to fuck your mother?" "Gosh, yes!"
"Tell me, Tommy!" Jean hissed, squeezing his cock hard. "Tell me you want to fuck me!"
"I want to fu ... to fuck you, Mother!"
She lifted to her knees, still grasping his cock. She swung a long, creamy thigh over his hips, her bushy cunt hovering a few inches over the head of his prick. She twisted her hips lewdly, then giggled.
"I'm going to sit down on it, Tommy," she cried softly. "Mother is going to sit down on your cock and get it inside me. We're going to fuck each other, darling! I'm going to sit on your cock, baby!"
Tommy gasped as he listened to his mother. He could see the wet, pink lips of her cunt framed by thick, long hair. His cock throbbed, and he fought desperately to keep from coming.
"Don't do it," Jean sobbed in delight, understanding her excited son. "Don't come. Not yet, Tommy! Let me get your cock inside me before you come! Watch, Tommy! Watch me put your cock in my pussy!"
Jean lowered herself, and rubbed the head of her son's swollen cock along the fiery lips of her cunt. She smashed his piss hole against her straining clitoris, bringing a soft yelp of pleasure from her throat. Tommy stared hard at what she was doing, then held his breath as his mother placed the head of his cock just inside her cunt.
She sank down slowly, savoring the penetration. She felt her son's cock spreading her pussy, going deeper. She gave a little sob as Tommy's cock throbbed. She settled on him, her hairy pussy crushed at the base of his cock.
"Ohhh, you feel so good in me, baby!" she mewled, wiggling her hips, sliding back and forth. "Can you feel how hot and wet mother is? Am I wet on your cock, darling!"
"Ooooo, Mother!" Tommy gasped, the sensations almost causing his balls to unload into his mother's cunt. "It's very wet and hot! Oh, I like it, Mother!"
Jean leaned forward, her hands on either side of her son's head. She gazed into his eyes and began to slowly lift her ass, her cunt pulling up on his cock. Her naked tits dangled, her nipples rigid. Her eyes were glassy with steaming hunger as she held the head of her son's cock inside her cunt and twisted her ass in tight circles.
"So good!" she cried softly and plunged her cunt down hard onto his cock again. "Baby, mother is going to fuck you . . . fuck your sweet, hard cock! I'm going to fuck you and you're going to come and you'll feel better!"
She began bouncing her ass up and down. Her cunt made wet sounds as she slapped onto his cock. She lifted her head, closing her eyes, making soft, animal-like whimpers, riding her son's cock with frantic desire. She twisted her ass, grinding lewdly on him. Tommy, gasping and shoving his hips upward, driving his cock into his mother's pussy as she smashed down, gripping her flexing thighs near her hips. His balls swelled and tightened.
Jean cried out softly with each upward lunge of her son's cock. She felt his prick sliding in and out of her fiery cunt. Her clitoris bulged, scraping along the shaft of Tommy's thrusting prick. She mewled and sobbed, shaking her naked ass.
"Ohhhh, it's wonderful, darling! Ohhhh, baby, your cock is so hard in me! Fuck me, Tommy! Fuck mother . . . fuck mother in that hot, wet cunt! Oh, yes, fuck that cunt!"
One of her sugary tits was near Tommy's face, and he couldn't resist. He sucked her tit into his mouth, pulling his mother's nipple into his throat. Jean cried out with ecstasy and banged her cunt up and down his cock with insane desire. She felt the ridges of his prick. She felt his loaded balls brush the cheeks of her hot ass when she came down on him. Her arms trembled, and her son sucked greedily at her tit. She moved her ass, pounding onto his cock as much as he fucked into her cunt. The smashing of her pussy lips sent jolts of amazing rapture rolling through her body, increasing her erotic hungers.
"Ooooh, so good, so good!" she cried. "Fuck me, Tommy! Oh, darling, fuck mother's cunt! Beat my cunt . . . ram my cunt . . . fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"
Tommy slurped at her tit, his fingers clutching her thighs tightly as he fucked his cock up and down. He was moaning with desperation, his balls aching, his cock ready to burst from the hardness. Jean thrashed with wanton delight, fucking her son shamelessly, her ass twisting and grinding, her pussy gripping hard with flexing waves of heat.
"Tommy!" Jean screamed. "Tommy, Tommy! I'm ... my pussy . . . baby, I'm going to come again! Ohhhh, I can't hold back! I'm going to come, and come so hard!"
Jean shrieked with orgasm, straining her cunt down onto his cock as hard as she could. Tommy pulled on his mother's tit hard, feeling his balls churning, his cock tingling. He fucked at his mother's straining cunt, and began to make choking sounds.
"Yes, baby, yes!" Jean screamed, feeling his cock ready to spurt. "Let it go, Tommy! Do it! Come, baby! Ohhhh, give it to me! I want it, Tommy! Give it to mother! Come . . . damn you, come in me!"
Tommy couldn't stop, couldn't hold back.
The fiery squirt of his come juice splashed into his mother's cunt, and Jean shouted with ecstasy.
"Ohhh, give it to me! That's it, darling, squirt it to me . . . spurt your come juice into mother's cunt! Come, Tommy, come, come!"
Tommy made strangling sounds as he came. His cock sent spurt after spurt of creamy come juice into Jean's greedy cunt. Jean cried out and smashed hard onto him, her pussy flexing, sucking at his prick. Tommy lost hold of his mother's tit when he started coming, but Jean didn't even know it. Although she had been coming before he started, the boiling sensation, created by her son coming in her pussy so powerfully, sent her into a trembling orgasm.
She was pushing her cunt so hard onto his cock, Tommy's ass was back on the sleeping bag. When his balls were empty, she felt him relax under her, and she stared at his face.
"Was it okay, Tommy?" she asked, anxiously.
"It was great, Mother," he said, still breathing hard.
"You're not ashamed, are you?"
"Not me." He grinned up at her, moving his hands up her sides and cupping her tits. He wiggled his ass. "I wanna do it again."
Jean felt better now. "Do what again?" she asked, arching an eyebrow down at him.
"You know, Mother."
"Tell me anyway," she insisted, smiling and grinding her crotch at him. "I like to hear it."
"I wanna fuck again," he said.
"Oh, you want to fuck again, huh?" she eased. "And who is it you want to fuck, baby?"
"You, Mother!" he groaned. "I wanna fuck you again."
"You're certainly eager, I'll say that," Jean laughed, lifting her cunt from his cock. "I'll tell you what. I'll fix us a nice dinner, and we can talk about this. If you want to fuck me again, I'll let you fuck my pussy all night long."
"Promise?"
"Promise," Jean said, smearing his young ace with hot kisses.
CHAPTER THREE
Darkness was closing in.
Jean and her son sat in folding lawn chairs, watching the camp fire. Tommy had devoured the meal, eating everything. Jean was pleased with her son, pleased because he wasn't ashamed of fucking her. Unlike her ex-husband, Tommy seemed delighted with his mother's erotic nature. When she told him of her urges to expose herself, she found her son becoming excited. And because of his excitement, she told him of the many times she had flashed herself, where it had been, and to whom.
She was wearing shorts and a halter, and her son was back in a fresh pair of cut-offs. They sat close to each other, holding hands like lovers as the darkness came on them.
When she told her son of the episode in the cocktail lounge, Tommy wanted to know all the details. Jean explained to him that she didn't always get involved with those she exposed herself to, but it had happened that evening because she had been so hot.
"Do you think you would have fucked the guy, Mother?" he asked. "And would you have let that woman put her mouth on you?"
"Probably," Jean answered. "I was very hot, you know."
Tommy felt his mother rubbing the back of his hand along her naked thigh.
"Does it bother you because I have this crazy urge to show myself, darling?" she asked.
"Gosh, no, Mother," he said. "I think it's fun."
"Really?" she asked, pleased with his reply.
"Oh, yes." He grinned at her, her features shining in the rising moonlight. "I like to see things like that, Mother. There's a girl in my school, and well ... I don't know if it's by accident of not, but I can see under her dress a lot of times."
"What do you see, darling?" Jean asked, trembling with excitement.
"Not much," he answered. "Just her panties, usually."
"Does it make you hard?"
"Sometimes." Tommy became a little embarrassed. "Something happened once."
"What was it?" Jean asked, pulling the back of his hand toward her crotch. She opened her thighs and turned her son's hand over, and curled his fingers into her crotch.
"It was sort of embarrassing, Mother," he said. This time she didn't have to move his hand. Tommy fondled her pussy through the tight shorts without his mother helping. "You feel hot again, Mother."
"Mmmmmm, I am," she purred and leaned to him, kissing his mouth gently. "I'm always hot, baby. I stay hot and wet all the time. Maybe that's why I have to expose myself. I don't know. All I know is my cunt is so hot, I think it's going to melt sometimes."
Tommy giggled, a little-boy naughty giggle.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Us," he said. "Talking this way, Mother. Using those words like fuck and cunt and cock and ... it is okay, isn't it?"
"Tommy, you know it is," Jean replied, placing her hands on top of his and pressing his palm at her pussy. "Don't you like being this way with me?"
"Yeah," Tommy answered. "I think it's great."
"Tell me about this embarrassing situation at school," she prompted. "I want to hear about it."
"What happened was I came." Tommy giggled as he remembered.
"In your pants?"
"Yes, in my pants. I was staring at the girl, and she was sort of sitting with one leg over the side of her chair, and we were taking this test, but I was seeing her panties."
"Just her panties?"
"That's all, but they were real tight. I could see the shape of her pussy, Mother, the way her panties were pulled into it."
"And that made you come in your pants?"
"It sure did," Tommy replied, rubbing his fingers up and down the crotch of his mother's shorts, feeling wetness seeping through the thin cloth. "I didn't know anything about coming, either, and it really surprised me."
"That was the first time you came?"
"Yes, and it scared me, too. But, Mother, it felt so good!"
"I bet it did," Jean gurgled, pushing one of her son's fingers underneath her shorts. Jean slipped her hand to his cut-offs, pulling his cock from the ragged legs. She closed her fingers around his prick and stroked, feeling the hardness burn within her fist. "Do you like to come, Tommy?"
"I love to come, Mother."
Jean squeezed his cock. "I made you a promise, didn't I?"
"Oh, yes, Mother! You did promise."
"I always try to keep my promises, darling," she purred as she ran her fist up and down her son's cock. "And this is one that I will keep. You do want to fuck me again, don't you?"
"I wanna fuck you again right now."
"In the tent?" she asked.
"Okay," Tommy agreed quickly.
Jean stood up, her back to the dying fire. She untied her halter as her son watched. Dropping the halter on her chair, she cupped her tits, offering them to her son. Jean unzipped her shorts, and peeled them down over her hips. The shorts turned inside out as she dragged them to her knees. They fell and she kicked them from her feet, standing naked before her son. The fire gave enough light so Tommy could see his mother's beautiful, naked body clearly. His cock lurched and he grabbed his prick, bending over as he stared at her.
"Seeing me naked-is that good, honey?" Jean whispered excitedly.
"Oh, yes, Mom!"
"That's nice," she murmured, spreading her legs wide so her son could reach between them. "That's very nice. I want it to feel very good for you, Tommy."
She twisted and writhed her hips to some primitive beat only she could hear while she watched her son. Tommy gripped his cock as hard as he could, groaning as she stared hotly at his mother.
"Now you take your shorts off," she whispered.
Eagerly Tommy stood and shoved his shorts down, kicking them almost into the dying fire. His cock stood out with hardness. With a moan of hunger, Jean clutched his prick with her fingers. Tommy gasped with pleasure.
"Beautiful, Tommy," Jean purred throatily. "Your cock is beautiful and hard and ready for me. Ohhhh, baby, I want it!"
She released her son's cock and moved to the tent, getting on her hands and knees to enter.
Tommy stood behind her, staring at his mother's exciting, rounded ass and long legs. Before she entered the tent, Jean looked at him over her shoulder, and waggled her lovely ass. Tommy gurgled softly and gripped his cock again.
"Be careful," she warned. "That's mine, and I don't want anything to happen to it until I'm ready."
She crawled inside. By the time she was on her back on the sleeping bags, her son was coming through the flap. Just as he got inside, Jean grabbed him, hugging him tightly against her feverish nakedness. Her tongue plunged wildly into her son's mouth, and her hand glided swiftly down his back to his ass. She writhed with eagerness when she felt his cock throbbing against her stomach, the dripping wetness burning at her satiny flesh. She licked her son's mouth, sucking at his lips, not worried now if her aggressiveness startled her son. There was nothing she could do-she was starved for him, his body, his cock.
She pulled her son on top of her, opening her slender legs wide. She placed Tommy between them, his cock pressing into the thick, fan-shaped soft hair of her cunt. She felt his young balls pushing at the lips of her pussy, and she whimpered into his mouth, clutching the cheeks of his ass with both hands, grinding her wet cunt at his balls.
"Now, Tommy!" she hissed at his mouth. "Stick it to me now! Hurry, honey! God, please hurry and stick your cock in my cunt! Fuck me now, Tommy! Ooooo, please, I want your cock in me! Mother's cunt needs your sweet, hard cock!"
Tommy lifted his hips, and Jean shoved her hand between them, pushing down at his prick. The cockhead slipped across her inflamed clitoris, and then Jean held her breath. Tommy, extremely anxious, lunged forward. His cock fucked into his mother's cunt, making Jean gasp with ecstasy. She clutched his naked ass again, gripping the young ass cheeks and shoving her crotch hard against him.
"Ooooo, darling, darling!" she cried. "Oh, yes, Tommy!"
Tommy dipped his face greedily, pulling one of his mother's rigid nipples into his wet mouth. Jean gasped again with delight, pushing at his hips, making him lift his ass, then jerking him down again.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me!" she sobbed, twisting her head from side to side. Her naked ass lunged up and down, meeting her son's powerful strokes wetly. "God, it's good, Tommy! So fucking good! I need it, baby! Mother needs your cock! Mother's cunt needs your hard cock! Fuck me, fuck me! Ooooh, I can feel it so deep!"
Tommy was not shy. Sucking at her tits, sliding his mouth from one to the other with hunger, he shoved his hands down and under his mother, curling his fingers into her bouncing, naked ass cheeks. He fucked his burning cock in and out of her cunt, feeling the tightness, the searing wetness.
Jean thrashed and squealed beneath her son, wiggling her hips in all directions, his cock stretching the sensitive lips of her pussy, crushing her distended clitoris, filling her with rapture. She shook as if chilled, grinding into him wantonly, squealing and crying out. She squeezed his bunching ass, pulling at the asscheeks, desperate with mindless need.
"Hold my ass! Hold my hot ass!" she sobbed. "Ohhh, yes, baby! Hold mother's ass tight! Fuck mother's cunt! Hold my ass and fuck my cunt!"
Tommy snorted and gasped as he sucked at her fiery nipples. His tongue swirling.
Jean churned her boiling crotch up and down, fucking onto his cock wetly, biting into his shoulder as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. The friction of her son's cock pounding into her cunt seemed more pronounced than it had earlier when she was on top of him. Her cunt vibrated, tingled and burned, flexing about the throbbing hardness. Her pussy squeezed and loosened about his cock.
With a wail, she dragged her legs up his hips, bending them at the knees, locking her ankles about his lower back. She squeezed with her soft, smooth thighs, humping her ass up and down with frantic movements. Feeling her son's balls beating against her ass, Jean cried in delight.
"Pull my ass wide open!" she cried huskily. "Ohhhhh, baby, pull my ass open! Let me feel your hot balls beat against it! I want to feel your sweet balls bouncing on my ass!"
Tommy gripped his mother's dancing ass, pulling at the cheeks hard.
Jean squealed as she felt his balls banging against her asshole, his cock fucking yet deeper into her bubbling cunt. She clung to his pumping ass tightly, but not tight enough to prevent him from fucking her as fast and wildly as he wanted. The power of his cock sent rippling ecstasy through her shivering body, causing heat all the way to her toes.
"Ahhhh, yes!" she sobbed. "Ohhhh, baby! Give it to me! I love it, Tommy! I love your cock inside me, fucking me! Ooooo, I could fuck that cock all day, all night! Fuck me hard, Tommy! Ohhhh, shove it deep, deep!"
Jean's eyes were closed with the exquisite sensations, but then they popped open. Her cunt was gripping and sucking at her son's cock, her clitoris straining.
"Tommy, I'm going to come!" she shouted, surprised. "Ohhh, you're going to make me come, baby! My pussy is . . . is . . . ohhhh, yes!"
Jean slammed her cunt onto her son's cock. She buried her mouth into his shoulder to control the screams of ecstasy. Her pussy strained on his cock, contracting with powerful orgasm.
Tommy felt his mother's pussy clutching his prick, felt her cunt clamping and squeezing. His balls were smashed into the crack of her ass, pressed upon her asshole. He could feel that powerful ass-ring flexing against his balls. He almost bit her nipple when all that happened, but pulled his mouth away and screwed up his face, gritting his teeth. His mother's cunt was pulling and squeezing his cock almost more than he could stand.
Jean pressed her crotch hard against him, holding herself tight until the contractions weakened. Then she let her ass slump, but only for a moment.
"Now, give me more!" she shouted, humping her ass up and down, her knees drawn way back. She turned loose of his ass and held her knees to her shoulders, lifting her ass and giving her son total access to her bushy cunt. "Keep fucking me, darling! Yes, ram that cock in mother's cunt! You can make me come again, Tommy!
With her knees at her shoulders, he dug his feet into the sleeping bag and began to fuck frantically, holding himself up with shaking arms. Jean gazed up at his face, her eyes glazed yet she could see his intense pleasure. She wiggled her naked ass as a means of exciting her son more, churning up to meet the stabbing of his cock.
"So hot and wet, Mother!" he gurgled. "You're so tight!"
"For you, darling! Mother is wet and hot for you, for your cock!"
"Oh, Mother, Mother!" Tommy gasped, pounding hard, fucking her with a growing frenzy. "My cock is so hard!"
"I feel it, baby! I can feel your hard cock!"
"My balls, Mother!" Tommy grunted. "They hurt!"
"Mother will help you!" Jean moaned. "Fuck me, darling! Squirt it to my cunt! Come in my cunt, Tommy! Ohhhh, yes, baby ... fill mother's pussy with that hot come juice! Come, darling, come!"
"I gonna, Mother!"
"Hurry!" Jean shrieked, feeling the boiling spasms of her second orgasm swelling in her crotch. "Hurry and come! You're going to make me come again, too!"
With a wild yelp, Tommy rammed his cock as deep as he could into his mother's cunt, his young body turning stiff. Jean clutched her knees, holding them tight against her shoulders, and this time could not stop or muffle her scream of ecstasy.
Tommy's cock spurted, sending scalding gushes of come juice along the soft walls of his mother's greedy cunt. Spurt after spurt shot from his cock, sending Jean into trembling convulsions of orgasm. Her pussy pulled at his prick, sucking it, draining him. She felt his balls pressing and writhing against her hot asshole, and this seemed to cause her cunt to grip and suck with more power.
It seemed to go on for a long time, but eventually Jean's naked body shivered a final time, and she let her ass down, her son sprawled on top of her, his face smashing her firm tits, his cock being oozed from her cunt by the mild contractions. Jean felt his cock drop along the crack of her ass, feeling the wetness. She closed her arms around his waist and held him, both of them breathing hard.
The night was warm, very warm, and neither climbed into the sleeping bags before they fell into exhausted sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Jean woke up, the first thing she became aware of was her son pushing against her.
It took her a moment to realize where she was, and who was next to her.
She moved carefully so as not to waken him. For a long moment, she looked at her son. Tommy was sprawled on his back, one arm above his head, the other on his stomach. He had one leg bent, the other straight. She gazed at his young naked body, her eyes going from his face to his feet, but lingering a long time on his cock and balls. She was struck by his youth as she examined him in sleep.
He was more of a man than her ex-husband ever had been, she thought, remembering the wild fuck of the night before. Best of all, Tommy seemed to be excited because of her uncontrollable urges to expose herself.
Tommy's cock was resting on one of his thighs, his balls dangling between his legs. There was a scanty tuft of hair at the base, evidence of his youth. His balls, she noticed, although devoid of hair, were quite big. She smiled as she recalled the spewing of his come juice into her cunt.
Jean had never thought about how much a man could come before. She enjoyed feeling a cock squirting into her cunt, but before going to sleep last night, she found it quite pleasant to have her cunt flooded with that creamy juice of her son's balls. Tommy came more and harder than her ex-husband had. Compared to her son, her husband only dribbled a little when he came.
Crawling from the tent into the early morning sunshine, Jean stood and stretched, her tits arching. The air was cool, but felt so very good on her naked body. Then, too, she felt wicked to be naked in the open like this. The danger of anyone seeing her was very slight. They were camped in an isolated spot, surrounded by trees and shrubbery. They had not unloaded their clothing from the car the day before, only what they needed to set up camp and eat.
Now, Jean walked to the car, playing with her naked tits and smiling happily. She opened the trunk and pulled out her pack. Tossing it on the hood of the car, she pulled out various items of clothing-shirts, shorts, jeans, bra, panties. There was even a skimpy bikini swim suit. When they had started on this camping trip, they had not made any particular plans. But, here, the bikini would do no good. There was no place to swim.
Reluctant to put on anything, enjoying her naked freedom, Jean decided to slip into a pair of panties, just in case. But the panties would not conceal much. She giggled as she slipped into them. They were nylon, bikini-style, and showed more of her ass and pussy hair than anything. She might as well have remained naked, she realized as she set about starting the little camp stove and putting water on for coffee.
While the water heated, she started off for the bush she had used the day before. Only this time she did not go behind it. She squatted within sight of the tent, pulling the crotch of her panties to one side, and pissed. She looked between her knees, watching and listening to the golden-colored piss hiss and splash.
She was sitting in a folding camp chair when her son crawled from the tent, rubbing at his sleepy eyes.
"Well, good morning, sleepy head." She smiled at him. "I was wondering if you'd ever wake up."
Tommy grinned, his eyes drifting over his mother's naked tits, then at her long legs, which were crossed. He saw her flimsy panties, and his eyes gleamed with delight.
"You like me this way?" Jean asked in a soft voice.
"I wasn't sure yesterday was a dream, Mother," he said.
"It was no dream." She winked at him.
She looked at his body, seeing his cock and balls dangling. Her eyes became warm.
"No, honey, yesterday was not a dream, but you are."
"Me?"
"Yes, you," she purred. "I've always wanted to see a naked young man like this, with nothing around but trees and birds and . . . me, of course."
Tommy thrust his hips out.
"Nice," Jean said softly, staring at him.
Her eyes fixed upon his body as he turned and started for the bush. She gazed at his slim, tight ass, feeling her cunt bubble with visual delight. Tommy, with his back to his mother, started to piss.
"Turn around," she called in a husky voice. "Let me watch, Tommy."
Tommy turned to face his mother, a grin on his young face. Jean stared at his cock, watching him piss. She found herself fascinated by seeing that hot piss gush out of his cock and splash on the ground. There was a throbbing between her thighs as she watched, and she found out something else about herself-she was excited to see her son take a piss. It was strange because she had never thought of pissing as being anything very exciting. It was just something a person had to do.
Tommy shook his cock, then started toward her.
"That almost made me come," she whispered as he approached. "Let me touch it, Tommy."
Tommy stood at her side, and Jean lifted his cock with her fingers underneath it. There was a bead of piss clinging to his piss hole. With a soft moan, Jean leaned forward. She shoved her tongue out and flicked the tip over the head of his cock, tasting that small drop of piss. Tommy gasped.
"Mmmmmmmm, you don't like that?" she asked, cradling his balls now and giving them a gentle squeeze.
"You just surprised me, that's all," he replied. "I didn't know you'd do anything like that."
"Like what?" she teased. "Kiss my cock."
"I might do a great deal more than kiss your cock," she giggled lewdly. "I might do many things ... if I get a chance."
Tommy's body shook as he looked at his mother. Jean set her cup of coffee on the ground next to her chair, her head turned into his crotch. She saw his prick starting to lift, and her eyes blazed hotly.
"A chance to do what?" Tommy asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"Many things, darling,' Jean whispered, cupping his balls as she watched his cock swelling. "I might even take your cock in my mouth, if I get a chance to."
"Mother, really?" Tommy gasped. "I've heard about that. I didn't think girls really done it, though."
"This girl will," Jean mewled, and pulled at his balls, pulling him toward her face. His cock was half hard now. "Do I get the chance, honey?"
Tommy didn't answer. Instead he put his hand at the back of his mother's head and pulled her face into his crotch.
"Mmmmmmmm, eager, aren't you?" Jean mewled, nuzzling at his cock and balls, feeling the sweet heat of him against her face. "Does this mean I can get the chance?"
Tommy was looking down at her, his eyes smoldering, grinning. He nodded his head.
"Mmmm, wonderful," Jean purred, and gripped her son's hips.
She kissed at his growing cock, at his balls. She ran her tongue out and licked about his young balls, swirling her tongue about the base of his cock and into the few hairs at the base. She licked up his stomach, to his belly button. Her eyes turned up to watch his expression.
Tommy held the back of his mother's head, his legs shaking as he stared down at her. His cock lifted into full hardness, and he wanted to fuck his mother's mouth badly. Jean ran her tongue about his flesh, over his hips, and back to the base of his cock again. She swished her tongue through the few hairs there, and then lapped at his balls, making a soft, purring sound in her throat.
"Want something, darling?" she asked with a deep voice, rubbing her cheek along his throbbing cock.
"Mother, do it!" he begged. "Do it for me!"
"Do what, honey?" she teased. "I don't know what you want from me unless you say it."
"Suck me!" Tommy yelped.
"You really want mother to suck this cock?" she mewled, sliding her moist lips up and down the prickshaft. "You're really asking mother to take your cock in her mouth and suck it?"
"You said you would, Mother!" Tommy cried. "You said it!"
"But darling," she said in pretended shyness, "I remember this thing coming in my cunt last night. What would I do if you came in my mouth?"
"I won't!" Tommy groaned. "Mother, I promise I won't come in your mouth! Just suck it a little, please!"
Jean saw the wild desire on his young face, the burning of his eyes. She twisted her face against his cock and, looking up at him, ran her tongue over the smooth, swollen prickhead. Tommy gurgled and his eyes rolled. Jean mewled and pulled the head of her son's cock into her mouth. She felt her son's body tremble as she slipped her lips forward, taking his cock deep. She kept looking up at his face as her lips pressed into the few hairs at the base, feeling the swollen head of his cock pushing at her throat. Her own eyes became moist and dreamy as she writhed her lips at the base of his cock, pulling his balls to her chin and rubbing them there. She pressed her tongue at his prick, pushing it to the roof of her mouth. The hot, throbbing hardness of her son's cock thrilled her, made her mouth water up. She shoved her pan tied ass to the edge of her chair, opening her legs and shoving a hand to her cunt. She pressed and rubbed at her bubbling cunt as she drew back on his cock, her lips tight and sucking.
"Oooooo, Mother!" Tommy gasped as he felt the wet heat sucking hard at his cock. "That feels so good, Mother!"
"Mmmmm," Jean mewled, holding the head of his cock between her lips and flicking her tongue about the creamy prickhead, pushing it at his piss hole. She tasted the dripping juices on her tongue, and her eyes smoldered and became unfocused. With a soft moan, she dived her lips back onto his cock, the prickhead banging at her throat. Soft sounds of pleasure came from her. She stopped rubbing her cunt and gripped her son's hips. Pushing and pulling his hips, Jean forced his cock in and out of her mouth.
Tommy, watching, his eyes blazing, held the back of his mother's head, but didn't pull her mouth onto his cock. He stood with shaking legs, so excited to see his cock inside his mother's mouth.
The hardness, the throbbing of her son's cock gliding in and out of her mouth, sent a wild, burning sweetness down Jean's body, making her cunt pulsate with wet fire. She drew her legs together, creating pressure upon her throbbing cunt as she darted her face back and forth, fucking her son's cock with her mouth. She gripped his hips, pulling his cock in as she shoved her face forward. She gripped his hips, pulling his cock in as she shoved her face forward. The hardness of his cock excited her tremendously, her tongue swirling along the prickshaft, licking furiously at his piss hole every chance she got. The seeping liquids of his cock coated her tongue, thrilling her. The taste was, to her, sweet and delicious. Her lips tingled with the heat of his cock, stretching deliciously. She twisted her hot lips at the base, her throat contracting against the hot head.
"Ohhhhh, Mother, it's good!" Tommy groaned. "Ohhhh, it's as good as your cunt, Mother!"
Jean purred in reply, holding his hips as she darted her mouth back and forth, sucking his cock hungrily, tongue swirling. She made soft, wet sounds as she sucked, becoming hungrier with each thrust of her mouth. There was a fire in her mouth, her throat. Her cunt was expanding and tightening as she opened and closed her long thighs. She was so wet, her panties were drenched with the slippery juices of her cunt. She wanted to rub her pussy, to smash her inflamed clitoris, but she wanted to grip her son's hips and keep his cock fucking into her mouth more.
She detected an increase in the throbbing of her son's cock, and looked up at him questioningly. Tommy, his balls swollen, had tilted his face into the sun, eyes squeezed tight, his expression showing an agonized ecstasy. Jean knew her son's cock was burning toward discharge. With a muffled squeal of pleasure, she raced her lips back and forth on his cock, her tongue wild with desire. She felt her son's hands tighten on the back of her head, his fingers clutching her hair. She felt, too, the shaking of his hips, the pumping thrusts that were becoming uncoordinated with his impending explosion.
"Mother!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, Mother!"
Jean flung her arms about his naked hips, clutching the cheeks of his ass tightly with both hands. She knew he would try to jerk his cock from her mouth when he came, but now she held him tightly, her lips at the base of his cock, her mouth sucking as hard as she could.
Tommy tried to pull his cock free.
Jean held him tighter.
"Mother!" Tommy yelled, just as his cock gushed.
Jean caught the squirt of thick, creamy come juice in her throat. Her eyes closed and she clung to his cock with tight lips, taking the spewing come juice into her throat. She squeezed her thighs together, smashing her cunt. She groaned around his spewing cock as she, too, came. The creamy come juice spattered against her throat, burning the tender tissues in a most delicious way.
"Mother, Mother!" Tommy wailed, dancing as he came into her mouth. Jean held him tight by his ass, refusing to let him pull his gushing cock from her greedy mouth. Her lips, smashed at the base, sucked with all her power. The squirting come juice was more than she could keep up with, and the creamy juices frothed from her lips, running down her chin and even on her son's balls. Tommy stopped trying to pull from his mother, looking down at her ecstatic face as she drained his balls. He pulled her face tight to his body, sobbing softly as he came time and again into her mouth, down her throat.
Jean clung to her son for some time after he stopped coming. She ran her tongue about his relaxing cock, tasting the last of his come juice on his piss hole. She squeezed the cheeks of his ass, and slowly let her son pull his prick free.
"You wouldn't turn me loose, Mother," he gasped, breathing heavily. "I tried to take my cock out, Mother."
"Do you hear me complaining, honey?" she said softly.
"Did you want me to come in your mouth?"
"I told you," she purred, licking at her slightly bruised lips. "I'm one girl that will suck cock. Now you know that's true."
Tommy laughed, pleased. "My mother, the cocksucker."
Jean giggled like a little girl and slapped his hip. "For you, and only you. I'll suck your cock off any time, but that don't mean I go around sucking every hard cock I see." She dumped her coffee and got up, moving to the camp stove for a fresh cup.
Tommy watched her, excited to see her in nothing but panties.
"I may be an easy fuck," Jean said. "I may suck cock. Yes, I can be fucked without much trouble, but I don't fuck or suck just anyone, Tommy. Remember that."
"But, Mother, what about our conversation yesterday?"
"What about it?" she asked. "So I get turned on by flashing my ass at people. That incident in the cocktail lounge was unexpected. Showing my ass and cunt don't mean I want to fuck who sees it."
"I guess I understand," he said. "Mother, do I have to put anything on?"
"Only if you want to," she said. "Personally, I like to see you naked."
"Okay, I'll stay this way," he laughed.
Jean busied herself preparing breakfast for them. She fixed flap jacks and sausages, and was pleased to see her son eat with gusto. This camping trip had been a wonderful idea, she thought. This might not have happened if they had stayed home, or had simply gone to a summer resort. With others around them, Jean didn't think she would have fucked her son in the first place. It was the isolation, being away from civilization, she felt, that brought out the erotic personality of not only her, but also her son.
Tommy helped her clean up after they ate. The discussed exploring the woods. They both wanted to make sure they were alone.
"I have to take a piss again," Jean said bluntly. "I guess I better do it before we put on something to walk around in."
"I wanna watch this time, Mother," Tommy said, his eyes taking on a gleam.
"You're not supposed to watch a lady piss," Jean teased. "But then, I'm not really a lady, am I?"
"You are too, Mother," Tommy said.
"Well, maybe I am," she agreed. "But I'm also a woman, and since you've let me watch you piss, I suppose it's only fair, right?"
"Right!"
Out of habit, Jean moved to the bush they had been using. Tommy stood a few feet in front of her. Jean, without a pretense of shyness, squatted with her knees open.
"You're gonna piss in your panties?" he asked.
"Of course not," she laughed, hooking a finger into the crotch of her panties and pulling it away from her cunt. "See, this is how to do it."
Tommy stared at his mother's cunt. He could see the thick hair, the pink cunt lips, even her clitoris.
"Watch," Jean murmured. "Watch closely, baby."
She splashed golden piss from her cunt.
"Oh, Mother!" Tommy gasped.
Jean felt a shiver of erotic pleasure flood her body. Exposing herself had been tremendously exciting to her, but having her son stand there and watch her piss was enough to make her come. She couldn't believe the delight this gave her.
Still pissing, she began to stand. She came up slowly, her fingers pulling the hairy lips of her cunt open, the golden piss arching toward her son.
"Do you like it?" Jean whispered. "Do you like to watch your mother piss, Tommy?" "Oh, yes, Mother!"
"Mmmmm, watch me piss, baby! Watch mother's hairy cunt piss!" Tommy, hardly thinking, grasped his cock at the base, lifting. He stared at his mother's open cunt, watching her piss. Then he, too, began to piss. Jean sucked in an excited hiss of air as she saw him pissing. The two streams mingled halfway, and, holding her breath with excitement, Jean inched close to her son.
"Ooooo, baby!" she cried. "Piss on me!"
"Piss on you?"
"Yes, piss on my fucking cunt!" Jean demanded. "Piss on your mother's fucking cunt!"
Tommy lifted his cock, and his hot piss sprayed across the thick hair of his mother's pussy.
Jean sobbed as she felt it, looking down. "Ohhh, yes, darling! Piss on me . . . piss on my pussy! Ohhhh, it's so hot and wet!"
Tommy held his cock outward, and his mother pulled at the hairy lips of her cunt, opening her pussy as far as she could. Tommy's piss stung her clitoris. She felt his piss running along her inner thighs, and she twisted her ass. Her hands, holding her cunt, became drenched in her son's piss, and the soft hair of her pussy was matted.
"Ohhhh, this is crazy!" she hissed. "But so good! Your piss is so hot on my cunt! Piss real hard. Splash your piss all over my cunt!
'Ohhhh, I bet this could make me come!"
Jean shuddered. A soft gasp came from her, and her eyes glazed over. She stopped pissing is the orgasm burned through her.
"Oh, my God!" she groaned. "I did come!"
Tommy shook his cock, and Jean, drenched n her son's piss, from her cunt hair to her feet, reeled her panties off and tossed them over the bush.
"Well, I've just learned something about myself," she said.
"What did you learn, Mother?"
"I learned I want you to piss on me again," she replied, taking his hand, pulling him against her naked body. "I want you to piss all over me-on my cunt, my tits . . . even my ass. My face too."
Tommy giggled, a lewd sound. "I'll do it if you want me to, Mother."
"I know you will," she said, kissing him. That's why I love you so fucking much."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jean held her son's hand as they walked through the woods.
She wore shorts and a man's shirt. The shirt was tied beneath her swelling tits, allowing the creamy mounds to show almost to her nipples. The shorts were tight, cut high, with the sweetness of her lower ass cheeks showing. At her son's request, she made certain that soft curls of cunt hair swirled from the tight crotch for anyone to see, if they saw anyone.
Tommy, as usual, was in a pair of ragged old cut-offs. He must have a million pair, she thought, realizing she had not noticed exactly what kind of clothing her son really had. All she ever saw him in were those cut-offs. Even at home that was all he wore, but then again, so did all the boys and girls.
They had been walking around half an hour when they heard voices.
"Shhhh," Jean said, catching a few words. "I think someone is about to get fucked, Tommy."
She gripped her son's hand as they moved quietly forward. They stood behind some thick shrubbery, and saw a boy and girl standing next to a motorcycle on a small, narrow dirt path. The girl was beautiful, with long, gleaming blonde hair. The boy was tall, about the same age, with cut-offs like Tommy's. The girl wore tight jeans and a blouse, but her blouse was open and her sweet, perky tits showed.
The boy was fondling the girl's tits, and the girl had taken the boy's cock from the frayed leg of his shorts, jerking as they kissed feverishly.
"I got to fuck you," the boy panted. "You've got me so fucking hot right now." "We can't," the girl said. "I'd have to take my jeans off, and someone might see us."
"No one is around," the boy pleaded, gripping the girl's ass tightly. "Come on, I just have to fuck you!"
Tommy watched with big eyes, clinging to his mother's hand. Jean watched, too, but she was just as interested in her son's reactions. She saw his face glowing as they watched. Pulling her hand out of his, she pushed his palm to her ass.
"Feel me," she whispered. "Play with my ass while we watch them. That girl will give in, you'll see."
Tommy clung to his mother's ass, his fingers touching the exposed asscheeks. Jean moved her hand underneath his shorts and pulled his cock out. Tommy hardly noticed.
"We'll do it quick," the boy said, trying to open the girl's jeans.
"No, I said," the girl protested. "I don't want someone to see us."
But she clung to his hard cock with a tight fist, her pretty face contorted with desire.
"Then suck me!" the boy hissed.
The girl looked about, as if making certain they were alone, then squatted in front of the boy. They were in profile to Jean and Tommy, and they watched the girl take the boy's long hard cock into her mouth. They could even hear the slurping sounds the girls made as she sucked back and forth on the boy's cock. The girl held his hips, and the boy held her cheeks, his head turned up in pleasure.
Jean jacked on her son's cock faster, finding herself very excited to see this. Her cunt bubbled hotly and she drew her son's hand between her thighs, pressing his palm into her pussy.
The girl, squatting near the motorcycle, sucked hungrily, making soft sounds of ecstasy. Her eyes opened and closed, and she sucked the boy's cock with obvious pleasure. She pulled her lips back, closing a fist around the prickshaft, and began to jack his cock and flick her tongue about his piss hole at the same time. Her eyes turned up to see the reaction on his face.
The boy couldn't last very long.
"Ohhhhhhhh, suck me, suck my cock!" he growled, and fucked his cock into the girl's hungry mouth swiftly.
The girl made a soft choking sound but began to suck wildly again, ramming her stretched lips against his cut-offs, pulling back, only to plunge her mouth onto his cock again.
Jean was making gasping sounds as they watched, pumping on Tommy's cock swiftly. Both Jean and Tommy were very excited to come upon this wild scene, and they had trouble trying to stay quiet. The girl was sucking with a frenzy on the boy's cock now, her ass squirming as she squatted.
The boy pulled his cock out.
"I have to have your cunt!" he shouted. "I've got to get my cock in your hot cunt!"
The girl stood, her legs shaking. "Oh, yes, I need it, too!"
The boy opened her jeans and pushed them down. The golden triangle of her cunt shined in the sunlight. She sat on the saddle of the motorcycle as the boy pulled her jeans off.
"I'm not going to get in the dirt," she said.
"I can fuck you on the motorcycle," the boy replied. "Like last time."
The girl balanced her naked, perky ass on the motorcycle, spreading her legs, her cunt hot and open. She gasped when the boy fucked his hard cock into her pussy, and gripped his shoulders.
Jean and Tommy were shaking with delight, watching the young boy and girl fucking wildly.
The girl churned her sweet ass violently as the boy fucked his cock into her cunt. They squealed and gasped and groaned.
Jean gripped her son's cock very tightly, smashing his hand between her thighs. Both stared, both every excited.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" the young girl sobbed. "Ohhh, fuck me hard! Oooo, I'm about to come already!"
Jean and Tommy watched them strain together, listening to the cries of their ecstasy.
When the boy pulled his cock from the girl's cunt, the girl slumped for a moment, her legs wide. Jean and Tommy saw the gleaming cunt while the girl shivered.
The sound of another motorcycle came to them.
"I told you we'd get caught!" the girl protested, scrambling into her jeans as fast as she could. "I won't go riding with you anymore if I get fucked every damn time."
The girl was still zipping her jeans when the other motorcycle came into view. On it was a boy and girl, about the same age as the two Jean and Tommy were watching.
"Hey, what are you two up to here?" the new boy asked as he stopped his motorcycle.
The girl straddled behind the new boy took in the scene quickly. "Oh, Shirley," she said. "You did it again, didn't you?"
"None of your business, Brenda!" the blonde girl snapped.
"You just can't go riding without fucking, can you? What would your boyfriend say about that?"
The blonde girl simpered. "He doesn't have a bike," she said.
The other girl laughed. "And he's not here, either. Come on, let's all get back to camp. You two guys want to fuck us, let's get the fucking show on the fucking road!"
The two boys grinned at each other. "I've never known two sisters so damned hot for cock, did you, Jack?"
"Nope, but I'm not complaining."
Jean and Tommy watched the two couples roar off on the motorcycles, then faced each other, both shaking with excitement from what they had watched. Tommy's cock bulged with hardness, the prickhead round and swollen, and clear juices dripped from his piss hole.
"Ohhhhh, Tommy!" Jean moaned, dropping to her knees and swallowing her son's cock quickly.
She gripped his hips and sucked hard, her tight lips gliding back and forth, her tongue feverish. Tommy's legs shook as he held his mother's shoulders, watching her sucking with amazing ecstasy.
Jean mouthed her son's cock wetly, her shapely ass twisting as she pressed her thighs against each other. She released his cock with her lips but, sobbing with hunger, licked the flat surface of her tongue about his prick, up and down the throbbing cock shaft. She pulled his balls out of his shorts and greedily licked them, pulling them both into her wet, hot mouth. She pressed his cock against her cheek as she sucked on his balls, purring deep in her throat. She squealed as an orgasm burst inside her cunt and her ass cheeks clenched with pleasure.
"Ohhhh, I came, Tommy!" she gasped, letting his glistening balls fall from her mouth. "Oh, baby, I came sucking your sweet, hot balls!"
"Suck my cock, Mother!" Tommy urged, trying to fuck his cock into her mouth. "Suck me, Mother! Make me come, too!"
"That girl really excited you, didn't she?" Jean whimpered and kissed at his throbbing prick. "Seeing her pretty cunt made you so hard! I'll suck you off, darling! Oh, yes, Mother will suck this beautiful, sweet, hard cock off! Tommy, give me a mouthful! Ohhhh, give me a big mouthful of your hot come juice!" Tommy rammed his cock into his mother's willing mouth, fucking deep and hard. The prickhead brushed Jean's throat, and she sobbed around it. Sliding her hands under his ragged shorts, she cupped his ass tightly, jerking him forward. His cock almost entered her throat. Jean sucked frantically for some time, her lips burning tightly, her tongue flicking.
"Fuck my mouth!" she whined hotly as she pulled away for a moment. "Fuck me in the mouth! Ohhhhh, Tommy, use your mother's mouth like it was her hot, wet, hairy cunt! Fuck my face, fuck my lips, fuck my mouth!"
Tommy cupped his mother's cheeks and fucked his cock back into the wet heat of her mouth. Jean, on her knees, whimpered in delight, eager to be used this way by her son. She wanted him to fuck her mouth hard, fuck her mouth deep, the way he fucked her cunt. She clung to his ass under the shorts, her fingers digging into the crack. She felt his tight asshole with the tip of one finger, and began to rub. Tommy groaned at this added delight, and pumped his cock in and out of his mother's gripping mouth faster and harder. The more power he used, the better Jean loved it.
"Suck hard, Mother!" he groaned. "Ohhhh, your mouth is so hot, Mother! So hot and wet! Suck me . . . I'm gonna fuck your mouth good! Ooooo, lick your tongue on my cock!"
Jean's lips were being bruised by the battering of his cock, but she didn't care. She loved the depth he went, the way the head cut off her breathing momentarily. She loved the way his hot, hairless balls slammed against her chin. Her mouth watered hungrily as her eyes rolled and closed, opened and smoldered.
Hot, slippery juices were soaking the crotch of her shorts, running along the creamy inner flesh of her slender thighs. She cried out around her son's cock, gripping his ass hard. She pushed with her finger against the pucker of his asshole.
Tommy yelped when he felt the first knuckle of his mother's finger slip into his asshole. He fucked his cock quickly into her mouth, the head sliding just past her throat. Jean couldn't breathe, but she held him there, her lips smashed at the base, his balls on her chin.
"Ohhh, my cock, Mother!" Tommy wailed, grinding into his mother's face. "My cock . . .I'm about to come, Mother!"
Jean was pleased when her son pulled his cock out of her throat. She sucked in greedy air through her nose, and Tommy fucked his cock a few times between her lips, using quick, short lunges. His prick was dripping very much, coating her tongue with the sweetness of his fuck juices. She had difficulty swallowing with him fucking her mouth, and fuck juices dripped from her lips and over her chin.
"I'm gonna come, Mother!"
The thick come juice sprayed across her tongue and burned the back of her throat. With one finger up his asshole, Jean swiftly pulled her other hand to his balls. She twisted his precious balls, trying desperately to increase the spurts. Her mouth filled, and the frothy come juice seeped from the corners, running slowly down her chin, but she swallowed with wet sounds, getting as much as she could. Her cunt, though, had not yet contracted with orgasm. She was still burning and in frantic need to come.
Still, her lips clung to her son's cock as he came, her throat working with greed to swallow as much as she could. Her eyes turned up to his contorted face, seeing his expression. Her tongue licked in quick movement about his piss hole as he finally stopped spewing his sperm load into her mouth.
When she was sure her son was finished, she pulled her mouth off his cock. His prick still stood up, still as hard as before.
"Ohhhh, wonderful!" she gurgled. "Now you can fuck me, too!"
Jean stood quickly and unzipped her shorts. She shoved them down and twisted her back toward her son. With her shorts caught at her knees, Jean leaned over, wiggling her creamy, naked ass. "Fuck me, Tommy! Ram it to me now! Mother's cunt is so wet and hot and you have to fuck me with that hard cock!"
Tommy, his discharge not dampening his desire, grabbed his mother's naked ass and pulled her back as he fucked his cock forward.
"Owwww, Tommy!" Jean screamed.
His cock had entered his mother's asshole in his haste.
Quickly, Tommy pulled his prick out, and aimed for her hairy cunt. Again he lunged,- and this time his cock slithered into his mother's cunt and went all the way to the base.
"Ahhhh, yes!" Jean whined, bracing herself with her hands on her knees, arching her naked ass to her son. "Pound the piss out of mother's pussy! Fuck that cunt!"
Tommy gripped his mother's hips tightly, watching his cock smash at the hairy, swollen lips of her cunt. He stared at the way her tight asshole puckered and crinkled. He had not shoved his cock up her asshole by design. It had been an accident in his haste, but he couldn't get out of his mind the erotic place his prick had been. Sliding his hands about her spreading ass cheeks, he thought of his mother thrusting her finger into his asshole, just before he had come. He wanted to stick his finger up her asshole, too, but she had screamed when his cock penetrated that tight ass-ring. He didn't want to harm his mother.
Jean swung her ass tightly, sobbing with ecstasy. She had her eyes closed, her face screwed up with rapture. She hissed and moaned, cried out softly, pleading for her son to fuck her harder and deeper and faster. She tried to ram her naked ass back at him, the movement threw her off balance. She had to stand there, bent over, her hands on her knees near her shorts, letting her son do all the work. The friction of his cock against the clutching lips of her hairy cunt was ecstasy itself. His precious balls swung back and forth, hitting her clitoris with each delicious stab of his hard cock. Tears of rapture streamed from her eyes. The taste of his come juice lingered inside her mouth, and Jean swallowed often, trying to imagine herself taking more of his sweet come juice down her throat.
"Now, Tommy, Now!" she suddenly screamed.
Her cunt grabbed at his cock, flexing very hard. Tommy couldn't take it. His cock was being sucked by his mother's wet cunt. He gritted his teeth and fucked his prick in deeply, holding himself there, his young body stiff.
"I'm gonna come again, Mother!" he groaned. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna come in your fucking hot cunt again, Mother!"
"Come in my fucking hot cunt!" she responded, her pussy contracting about his prick. "Come in mother's cunt! My pussy is sucking your cock off! Come . . . ohhhh, come in me!"
Tommy's second discharge was as strong as his first. Although Jean was clutched with powerful spasms of her own cunt, she felt her son's cock burst inside. The searing spurts of his come juice sprayed the soft, sweet walls of her cunt copiously. Jean strained her ass against her son as tight as she could, her legs shaking with weakness.
"I'm going to fall, Tommy," she finally said, in a tired voice. "I've got to stand up before I fall."
Tommy pulled his cock from his mother's cunt, watching his prickshaft droop. He saw his mother's cunt flash between her long thighs just before she stood up. She turned to face him, pulling her shorts up. She giggled lewdly and paused so her son could gaze at the soft hair of her cunt.
The sound of a motorcycle made her yank her shorts up swiftly. She clutched them about her hips as they watch a young boy on a trail bike roar up the dirt path.
"Almost caught/' Jean laughed.
"You don't care if we are, Mother," he replied, adjusting his shorts over his cock and balls.
"That's right," she said, tugging at the zipper behind her. "I wouldn't mind if someone saw you putting that cock to me. It might make me come harder."
"Mother," Tommy said, "who do you think those girls were? I know they were sisters, but who were those boys? They weren't their boyfriends, that's for sure. They said that."
"I don't know," Jean replied. Then she smiled. "Maybe they were brothers and sisters. Wouldn't that be wild?"
"Yes, Mother," Tommy said. "And very exciting."
CHAPTER SIX
While Tommy kept thinking of his cock going up his mother's asshole, Jean was thinking about it, too.
It had not really hurt her. She had screamed out of surprise. If her son had left his cock there, fucked her in the ass, she would probably have taken it willingly. There were many things she would do willingly for and with her son, she knew. No matter how perverse, how erotic, Jean knew she would, and eagerly, enjoying every second.
She prepared their evening meal while her son sat and watched, talking about the boy and girl on the motorcycle. Jean listened to him, glancing at him from time to time. He sat naked in a folding lawn chair, his hand fondling his cock and balls without embarrassment.
"The girl really has you interested, doesn't she, Tommy?"
Tommy nodded, his eyes shining. "She sure had a pretty cunt, Mother."
"I bet, if she gave you the chance, you'd lick it, wouldn't you?"
"I might," Tommy answered.
"You would," she said firmly. "I'm getting to know you, remember?"
"I haven't licked your pussy, Mother," he said.
Jean stopped what she was doing and turned to face her son. She still wore her shorts, despite the wetness in the crotch. She hooked her fingers in the tight legs, drawing up on them. The crotch of her shorts cut into her cunt, -showing curly hair and the outline.
"You could lick it," she said, her voice taking on a husky tone. "You could suck mother's cunt right now."
"Take them off," he said, his eyes glowing.
"Mmmmmm, will you suck my pussy?" "You bet, Mother!"
Jean unzipped her shorts, sliding them down and stepping from them. She untied her shirt and shrugged it off, standing naked for her son's pleasure. The sun was still high, about two hours left before it went down and darkness fell. She parted her feet and thrust her hips forward, spreading the hairy lips of her cunt with both hands.
"I'm ready," she whispered throatily.
Tommy stood and moved toward her. He dropped to his knees in front of his mother, pressing his young face into the softness of her cunt. He inhaled the exciting scent of her cunt. There was a mild pissy scent, since she had pissed about an hour ago. He darted his tongue between her thighs, the tip of his tongue along the wet lips of her cunt. Jean groaned as she felt her son's tongue drag along the slit to her clitoris.
"Ohhhhh, yes, Tommy!" she gurgled, and moved her feet forward.
She pushed her son's head back so she could straddle his face. Closing her hot thighs about his face, she held his head, and began to grind into his mouth. Tommy opened his mouth and tasted the hot juices of his mother's cunt on his tongue. Sliding his hands up the backs of her thighs, he cupped her tight ass, and began to work his tongue about her swollen clitoris, licking and sucking hotly.
"Oooo, stick your tongue up my cunt, baby!" Jean instructed. "Stick your tongue up mother's cunt like a cock! Fuck me with your tongue, Tommy!"
Tommy fucked his tongue up into his mother's cunt. Jean wailed with delight, pulling his face hard into her soft, steamy wetness. Tommy crammed his tongue as deep as he could up his mother's pussy, his nose concealed by the soft hair. His eyes glazed over with this new pleasure. He sucked and licked at her cunt, letting his mouth fill with the delicious fuck juices, then swallowing them. Pussy juice tasted very good to him, he discovered, and he fucked his tongue in and out of the fiery lips with abandon, clutching his mother's tightening ass cheeks.
Jean's knees bent a little until she was in a half-squat over her son's upturned face. She stared down at him, her eyes glazing with perverse delight. Seeing her son's young face buried into her cunt, feeling his tongue so eagerly fucking her, sent Jean's naked body into a shivering ecstasy.
"Eat me, baby!" she hissed, grinding lewdly at his face. "Suck mother's cunt, Tommy! Lick my pussy juice! Ohhhh, tonguefuck me, Tommy! I love a tongue up my cunt! Suck hard, baby! Ohhhh, yes, suck mother's cunt real hard!"
Tommy sucked frantically, his mouth open. The feel of his mother's hot, wet, hairy cunt in his face sent his cock into a throbbing hardness, his balls swelling. Her cunt was so wet, so slippery, he could feel it smearing at his face as she churned her ass, smashing her cunt hard at his mouth.
Jean's eyes glazed with rapture until she could hardly make out her son's buried face, but she could feel what he did with his tongue and lips. She whipped her ass about, smacking her cunt into his face hard, fucking him with her pussy as he had fucked her mouth earlier in the day.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come, Tommy!" she sobbed.
Tommy felt the wetness of his mother's cunt increase, his mouth filling more than before.
"Now, baby!" Jean screamed, smashing her cunt violently into her son's mouth. "Suck it! Suck it hard! Stick your tongue deep in my cunt! I'm coming . . . ooooo, darling, tonguefuck me! I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Her ass whipped about in frantic circles as she came. Tommy clung to her ass tightly, his cock upright with hardness.
Then Tommy thrust his finger up his mother's asshole.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Jean wailed, and her cunt seemed to erupt with stronger contractions. "Ohhhh, my God! Yes, baby, yes! I'm ... my cunt . . . that makes me come harder, darling! Ohhhh, God, ram that finger up mother's ass!"
Tommy began to plunge his finger in and out of his mother's tightly clutching asshole, fucking her as his tongue pounded into her juicy cunt. The spasms went on and on, and Jean was wailing and sobbing with the most intense orgasm ever. Her knees were starting to buckle, and she was pushing her son back. Tommy had no choice but to lie back, and then he was on his back with his mother squatting in his face. He managed to keep his finger up his mother's ass, and, although he was no longer fucking in and out, Jean's asshole was squeezing as her orgasms kept rumbling through her.
It seemed a long time before she became calm.
With her cunt squatting into her son's face, she felt his finger deep up her asshole. As her naked body gave a final shudder of delicious ecstasy, she slowly lifted her crotch out of his face. Tommy moved his hand with her and kept his finger up her ass. When Jean was half squatting again, she looked down at him. Tommy was staring at his mother's parted thighs, at her wet cunt, seeing his finger inside her asshole.
"You can take your finger out of my ass now," she said.
Tommy watched with interest as he pulled his finger out of her ass.
"Ooooo," Jean mewled as her asshole closed.
Then, as she started to stand upright, Tommy suddenly grabbed and pulled her back down into his face, but he didn't shove his mouth into her cunt.
Instead, he buried his face into her ass.
"Ohhh, Tommy!" she whimpered. "What are you doing to me?"
Tommy didn't answer. He couldn't. He had pressed his lips against his mother's asshole, kissing and sucking, the tip of his tongue probing the tight crinkle.
"Tommy!" she gurgled.
Tommy worked his tongue into his mother's asshole.
"Ohhhh, you little darling!"
Tommy moved his tongue back and forth, fucking his mother up the asshole as she squatted in his face, her naked body shaking with renewed ecstasy. He found the juiciness of his mother's cunt in his nose and forehead delightful, and he probed her asshole deeply with his tongue.
"Ohhhh, that's my ass, baby!" Jean whimpered. "That's mother's asshole! Oh, my God . . . it's good! It's very good, Tommy!"
Jean didn't want to move from him. She wanted to sit there with his tongue up her asshole as long as her son would let her. The feel of his tongue in her asshole was better than his finger.
"You want to make me come again, darling?" she sobbed softly. "Are you trying to make mother come by fucking me in the ass with your tongue?"
Tommy moaned a reply, his tongue darting swiftly, feeling the hot ring of her asshole squeeze and grip. Jean wiggled, but was afraid to wiggle too much, afraid his tongue would come out of her asshole.
Tommy wiggled his tongue, his lips pressed about the crinkle of her hot asshole.
"Oh, I don't believe it!" she yelped.
Jean was coming again, and coming hard.
Tommy knew it. He could feel his mother's asshole gripping his tongue. Jean squirmed with rapture, and Tommy had to hold her hips to keep his tongue up her ass. The orgasm didn't last as long as the others, and Jean had the strength to keep from smothering her son with her hot cunt and asshole.
When the shivers passed, she lifted herself high enough so her son could breathe. Tommy's face glistened with wetness. He licked his lips, grinning up at her.
"You sure taste good, Mother," he said. "You have the sweetest, tastiest cunt I've ever had in my face."
"How many cunts have you had in your face?" she said, smiling.
"Just one-yours," he laughed as she climbed off him.
She saw his cock standing up, his balls loaded.
"Does it hurt, baby?" she asked softly. "Does that hard cock hurt you?"
"It's just hard, Mother," he replied, wrapping his fingers around his prick and pumping up and down. "It probably needs a hot cunt around it, that's all."
"You've got the hard-on, mother has the cunt," she said softly, straddling his body again, this time above his upstanding cock.
Again she squatted over him, her bushy cunt an inch or so above his prick.
"I'd say your cock needs some ass, wouldn't you?"
"It sure needs something, Mother."
She rubbed her cunt back and forth on the head of his cock, feeling it with her sensitive cunt lips. She placed her hands on her parted knees, rubbing his cock with her cunt, not using her hands. She slowly slipped down to take the swollen head inside, making a soft mewl of pleasure.
But then she lifted up quickly.
"I did say ass, didn't I, Tommy?"
He nodded, watching her pussy.
"Then ass is what your cock gets."
Jean shifted her hips, moving forward, Tommy's eyes opened and he saw the head of his cock slide into her asshole. Jean exerted a little pressure, and Tommy groaned.
"Want it in my ass, baby?" she asked. "Like before?"
Tommy nodded eagerly, feeling the searing heat of his mother's tight asshole pushing on the head of his cock.
"I want it there, too," she mewled. "I want that cock up my ass! Mother is going to take your cock up the ass, Tommy! Watch my ass . . . watch mother's asshole take that sweet hard cock."
She lowered herself, slowly. Her own eyes opened wide as she felt the head of his cock stretching the ring of her asshole. For a moment she paused, then lowered herself again. The more her asshole stretched, the better it seemed to feel to her. She held her breath as she moved her ass down very slowly, as if afraid. But Jean wasn't afraid. She wanted to remember this penetration of her asshole.
Tommy could just see past the wet, hairy lips of her cunt, watching his cock slide into her asshole. Jean cried out with perverse pleasure as she took his cock deeper. The more she took, the more her asshole filled, the better the feeling.
Tommy watched the spreading cheeks of his mother's ass lower to his flesh.
Jean sat there, gurgling with the strange, but so delicious feel of her son's cock in her asshole. Her cunt smashed at his stomach, the wetness searing his flesh. She leaned back, and Tommy saw her clitoris bulge out in a tight knot.
"Oooooo, so good, Tommy!" she sobbed, and began to fuck him slowly, lifting her ass up until only the smooth head was inside her. She twisted her ass in a hot circle, and slipped down again. "Oh, I didn't know this could feel so good, baby!"
Her naked body shivered in the fading sunlight. She moved up and down, the muscles of her slender thighs rippling. Pressing onto his cock so it was as deep in her ass as it would go, she began to grind. Tommy felt his mother's asshole squeezing his cock, felt the wet heat of her pussy on his lower stomach. His balls tightened, and he began to grit his teeth.
"Your ass . . . your asshole is so hot and tight, Mother!"
"Watch mother's tight, hot asshole fuck you!" she cried. "Watch my asshole fuck your hard cock!"
Jean couldn't believe the sensations she was getting. Her asshole burned and tingled about her son's buried cock. Shivering with ecstasy, she felt very lewd, very wanton, more than anytime since they arrived at the camping site. She began to ram her ass up and down, fucking her son's cock with quick strokes, plunging her asshole down almost brutally, crying out with rapture. Each time she lunged her ass down, her juicy, dripping cunt made a wet, soft slapping sound on her son's stomach.
"Ohhhh, God, baby! Oh, my God, it's wonderful!" She churned her ass up and down. "It's so good, Tommy! Ohhhh, my asshole. Mother's asshole is burning up, on fire! I love it, darling! Ooooo, your cock feels so good in mother's asshole!"
Tommy was watching her crotch hotly. Jean held her knees wide open, her feet at his hips. Each time she lifted upward, he watched his mother's cunt, seeing the wet, pink lips, her bulging clitoris, the soft, thick hair that framed it. His mother's asshole gripped his cock very tightly, the friction tearing up and down the throbbing cockshaft, searing his prick. He gripped his mother's ankles, hard, watching her, lifting his hips to fuck, his cock up her ass when she came down.
"I'm going to turn around!" Jean gasped, and began twisting on her son's cock. She sat down hard, turning until she faced his feet, her asshole screwing about his cock. In this position, Jean leaned over, her hands on his knees. Then she began fucking him again, driving her naked ass up and down frantically.
Tommy stared at her ass. He could see his mother's pink asshole squeezing his cock and his excitement increased. It was a very lewd sight to him, watching his mother lift and lower her ass, dragging that tight ass-ring up until she held the swollen cockhead inside, then sitting until she impaled herself completely on his cock.
Jean peered between her knees, watching her cunt hair brush his hard balls with each thrust.
She groaned and cried out. Her tight titties jiggled, her nipples ready to burst with swollen sensation.
"Fuck me, Mother!" Tommy grunted.
"Can you feel my cunt on your balls?" she gasped.
"Yes!" Tommy wailed.
"Mother's cunt is making them wet!"
"Oooooh, Mother, fuck my cock! Fuck my cock hard! Your asshole is . . . Mother, you're about to make me come!"
"Do it, do it, do it!" she sobbed. "Come, Tommy! I want to feel your cock squirting up my asshole! Ohhhh, you're about to make me come, too!"
Jean's naked ass flew up and down, grinding and swinging wildly. She closed her eyes, savoring the intensity of her feelings. Her son's cock seemed to enter her throat from her asshole. With wild cries of ecstasy, she rammed her ass down very hard on her son's cock. His cock was up her asshole as far as it would go. Her cunt was smashing his tight balls.
Jean screamed.
Tommy yelled.
As Jean came, her contracting cunt nibbled at his balls, causing her asshole to squeeze powerfully at the base of her son's cock. The flexing, sucking sensation of her asshole drew the boiling juices out of Tommy's balls, caused his come juice to spatter the soft, steaming walls of her ass.
"Ohhhhh, God! Ohhh, my God!" Jean cried, her cunt and asshole caught in burning convulsions. "Oh, so hard! I'm coming so fucking hard!"
"Take it, Mother!" Tommy groaned, his fingers digging into her naked hips. "I'm coming in your ass, in your asshole, Mother! Take it all!"
"I am!" Jean shrieked wildly. "Oh, Mother is taking it all, right up my fucking asshole! More, baby! Ooooo, shoot that sweet, hot come juice up my ass!"
Jean shuddered as her powerful orgasm began to fade. She sat on top of her son, weak, her asshole clutching his cock. Slowly, Jean lifted herself, and she squeezed her asshole as tight as she could about her son's cock, making her ass-ring suck one final drop of Tommy's come juice as she pulled free.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Jean climbed from the tent the following morning, the sun was already high.
She stretched, her naked body arching as she yawned.
There was a slight, throbbing ache in her asshole, but it was a comfortable ache. She smiled to herself as she got the camp stove going and put coffee on.
Tommy had wanted to fuck her in the asshole again after they went to bed, and Jean couldn't refuse him. She wondered if her asshole was a bit raw from the constant penetration. As she waited for the coffee to perk, she gently rubbed between her tight ass cheeks, probing gingerly at her asshole. To her surprise, the puckered ring wasn't at all raw. The touch of her fingertip, on the contrary, sent a shivering thrill into her stomach.
On an impulse, she leaned over slightly and moved her hand between her thighs. She traced the lips of her cunt and pushed the finger to the crinkle of her ass. Very carefully she worked her finger past the tight ring, and a mewl came from her. With her finger up her asshole, she slipped her thumb into her cunt. Slowly, she fingerfucked herself in cunt and asshole at the same time.
"Does that feel good, Mother?"
With a startled cry, Jean jerked her finger and thumb from her asshole and cunt, twirling around to see her son standing behind her, a big grin on his young face.
"You frightened me," she said.
"Caught you playing with yourself, didn't I, Mother?"
She grinned at him. "So what? It's my cunt, isn't it? I can play with my own pussy if I want to, I'd say."
"It's your asshole, too." Tommy grinned, moved to the bush and began pissing.
Jean watched, seeing the golden piss spurt from his cock in a long, arching stream. She ran her tongue over her lips. When her son watched her piss, it was exciting, yet she found it more exciting to watch him. Still, as exciting as it was to have her son watch her piss, what Jean really wanted was to be discovered taking a piss as if she were unaware of being seen.
She watched her son shaking his cock, saw a bead of piss gleam in the warming sun.
After breakfast, Jean filled a large bucket with water, and heated it on the burning logs. Then, while her son sat and watched with interest, she bathed. Using a thick cloth and a bar of scented soap, she washed her body from head to toes, rinsing off with another bucket of water. Then, using a small pan of water, she squatted over it and washed her cunt and asshole.
"Your father told me he had seen whores wash themselves like this when he was in the Army," she said. "It's a poor way to get clean, but out here it's the best I can do for you."
"I'm not complaining, Mother," he said, fascinated. "I kinda like the way you smell."
"Before I wash myself?" Jean asked, perking up. "You mean, when I piss?"
Tommy nodded. "I like the way your cunt smells then."
They heard a car approaching.
"Oh, God, hide!" Jean hissed.
She darted for the tent, crawling in swiftly, her son right behind her. She struggled quickly into the first thing she got her hands on, which happened to be a pair of bikini panties. They heard the car stop near their own, and, since Tommy was trying to get into a pair of shorts, Jean stuck her head from the tent.
There were two women in the car, and they asked Jean if there were any more camp sites nearby. Jean didn't know, and told them so. She noticed the women staring at her, and then realized one of her tits was showing. One of the women winked, licked her lips and said something that sounded like "nice," and they drove off.
Alone again, Jean crawled from the tent in her panties. Tommy, tangled in his shorts, threw them off and pulled on a pair of jockey shorts instead.
"I bet those two women are up to something," Jean said. "Why, Mother?"
"Because my tit was showing," Jean replied, "and one of them winked at me."
"What's wrong with that?" "Nothing, unless they're sucking each other." "What's wrong with them sucking each other?"
Jean gazed at her son. "Not a thing, honey. If that's what they like, it's their business."
They explored the woods close by, but met no one. Jean was hoping they would come upon the couple again with the motorcycle, or perhaps she and her son would find their camp and see all four fucking away. Returning to camp for lunch, they ate sandwiches. After lunch, Jean peeled her clothing off except for her panties, and asked her son to wear his jockey shorts. Tommy didn't question his mother, but removed his shorts and lounged about in his white underwear.
"I think those women camped over there," she said pointing. "I'm sure I heard their voices."
"Would they be that close, Mother?"
"Voices carry out here," she explained. "It don't mean they're very close. I don't want anyone close to us. We'd have to dress all the time, and what fun would that be?"
Tommy sat in a folding chair, his ass shoved to the edge, legs wide open. Jean looked at the bulge his cock and balls made in his white underwear, loving the sight. Her cunt was wet, but not enough to drench the crotch of her panties. In just the few days they had been there, she was tanning beautifully, and the white areas around her tits and hips were becoming honey-colored like the rest of her flesh.
Tommy kept his eyes on his mother's body. She was more beautiful to him than the spectacular scenery that surrounded them. He loved the way her tight panties fit, yet exposed the swells of her tight ass and the thick triangle of her cunt hair.
"When we get home, Mother," he said, "would you wear only your panties in the house for me?"
"Anything you want."
"I'd like that," he replied, rubbing at his balls.
"Maybe you can be with me when I do what I did in that cocktail lounge," she said. "Would it excite you to know I was showing myself off to someone?"
"Yeah," Tommy replied.
"What if the same thing happened?" Jean asked him. "I mean, them touching me, feeling me up."
"If I can watch, it's okay, Mother."
"You can always watch me, no matter what I do," she said with fondness for her son. "You and I can have so much fun together, darling."
She stood facing him about four feet away. It was time to see if her son would be as interested in her piss as she was with his.
"Remember when we pissed together?" she asked in a husky voice.
Tommy nodded as his mother spread her feet on the ground, staring at the tight crotch band of her panties.
Jean said no more.
She began to piss.
Tommy made a gurgling sound as he saw the crotch of his mother's panties suddenly turn wet.
Jean, pissing in her panties while her son watched, mewled softly. The wetness running down her inner thighs sent a chill of erotic pleasure through her body. She pulled her panties upward, making the crotch cut into her cunt. The piss gleamed golden in the sun as it sprayed through the thin panties. Tommy gazed hotly, watching the piss spurt from the sides of his mother's panties and run down her thighs. His cock began to lift as he closed his fist about his balls.
"Does this make your cock tingle, honey?" Jean murmured throatily, swinging her hips slowly from side to side. "Watching mother piss in these panties excite you?"
"Yeah, Mother!" he grunted.
"Can you see my piss running down my legs?"
"Yes!"
Jean arched her hips slightly. The piss sprayed from the tight crotch of her panties. She slipped a hand along her cunt, feeling the hot piss and gazing at her son, judging his reaction to this thing she was doing for him. She lifted her piss-wet hand, and stroked her tits with it, then moved her hand to her face. Giggling suddenly, she lifted both arms above her head, her tits straining out, legs wide. She pissed and pissed, her hips gyrating with a slow motion. Tommy gasped and watched, clutching his balls, his cock half hard inside his underwear.
Turning, Jean leaned forward, thrusting her pantied ass toward Tommy. He saw her still pissing in her panties. Jean waggled her ass, the hot piss running down her inner thighs to her feet.
"I can't keep pissing, honey," she mewled. "I'm almost finished."
She leaned over, her ass jutting toward her son. She pulled the soaked crotch of her panties to one side and sent a final spurt of piss out of her cunt. Then she stood and faced him again.
"Did you enjoy watching me piss for you that way, baby?"
"Oh, did I, Mother!"
"You did say you liked the way my pussy smelled after I pissed, didn't you?"
"I said that, yes," he replied.
Jean came toward her son, her hips swaying sensuously. She stood at his side, her hand on his cheek. "Kiss my wet panties, darling," she whispered throatily.
Without hesitation, Tommy pushed his face into his mother's wet panties.
Jean, looking down at him, gasped with pleasure. She closed her hands about the back of his head, pulling his face against her tightly. She rubbed her wet panties into her son's face, gurgling with perverse pleasure.
"Taste me?" she asked.
"Mmmmm," Tommy moaned flinging his arms about his mother's hips and pulling her wet, lower stomach into his face.
"Lick it," she urged. "Taste my piss with your tongue, darling."
Again Tommy didn't hesitate. He thrust his tongue out and licked at her panties, tasting the hot piss. With a whimper, he dipped his face down and tried to shove it between his mother's legs. Jean parted her legs, and he managed to get partway between them. He dragged the tongue along the piss-soaked panties, and Jean cried out with delight.
Turning him loose, she stepped back and looked at his glistening face. With a lewd giggle, she leaned down and kissed him quickly. Then she stepped to his feet, pushing his legs open and going to her knees in front of him. She leaned over and buried her face into his crotch, inhaling the scent of his cock and balls through his shorts. She smeared her face back and forth, rubbing at his balls and cock, her lips parted and her tongue moving.
"Piss for me, too," she hissed hotly. "Piss in your shorts for me, Tommy! Let me watch you piss in these shorts!"
Tommy was more than willing. He gripped the arms of his folding chair, staring down at his mother's excited face. It didn't take long before he was pissing.
"Ohhhh, beautiful!" Jean moaned as she watched his shorts turning wet quickly. When they were drenched, the piss dripped from the seat to the ground. She stared at it dripping there and, with a cry, buried her face into his crotch. Tommy giggled lewdly and kept pissing.
Jean moaned into his crotch, opened her mouth and started licking up and down the crotch of her son's shorts. She tasted his piss, and her eyes rolled with erotic delight. She lapped at the seat of his shorts where the hot piss dripped, dragging her tongue up over his balls and to his cock. She closed her lips about the head of his cock, tasting piss through the cloth. She sucked and swallowed, drinking her son's piss through his shorts.
She ran her open mouth along his crotch again, sucking for a moment at his balls. Tommy writhed his ass, pushing his crotch into his mother's face, pissing hard. Jean began to sob as her cunt started burning.
She shoved her hand to her son's shorts. As she hooked her finger into them, jerking them away from his cock and balls, Tommy stopped pissing.
"Don't stop, darling!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, please, don't stop yet!"
Tommy stopped only because of her yanking his shorts away. Once his cock and balls were exposed, the golden piss spewed upward, then splashed back down, spattering his mother's perky tits. Jean cried out and shoved her face forward, pulling his shorts wide. She ran her tongue along his cock, into his balls, tasting the piss with intense ecstasy. She licked at his inner thighs, swirling her tongue about the wetness on them. The cheeks of his ass dripped with piss, and she licked them, too. The force of his piss was slowly diminishing, and Jean jerked her head up, her eyes glazed with passion.
She pulled his cock downward and rammed her face into his crotch. The piss ran over his balls and across her lips. Moaning mindlessly, Jean stuffed her tongue below her son's balls and licked his piss-wet asshole. Then with a throaty sob, shoved her lips over the head of his cock just as he was finishing. She gulped wetly, taking her son's piss into her mouth. She closed her lips just around his piss hole, and Tommy squirted a final time into her mouth.
Jean's eyes and rolled and she began sucking his cock in a frenzy, her lovely face bobbing up and down swiftly. She lifted her son's thighs and draped them over her shoulders, pulling them against her face, feeling the piss on them. Tommy squeezed his mother's head with his thighs, watching her devouring his cock.
"Ooooh, Mother, suck hard!" he pleaded, holding the top of her head. "Suck my cock, Mother! Oh, suck em off! Suck my cock off!"
Jean sucked with a frantic desire, the taste of her son's piss exciting her more than she had expected. She lifted his wet balls and rubbed them about her chin, trying to pull his cock into her throat.
Feverishly, she pulled her mouth off his cock and ran her lips and tongue to his balls. She licked away the piss on them, and lifted her son's thighs high. She darted her tongue into the crack of his ass, probing the tight ass-pucker. She whirled her tongue about his asshole, tasting the piss on it, her cunt sucking inward with wet heat.
"Suck my ass, Mother!" Tommy gasped. "Suck my fucking asshole!"
Jean sucked hard at her son's asshole. His balls were on her forehead, one hand clutching his throbbing cock and jerking. The taste of her son's asshole, so wet with piss, sent sparks of heat to her cunt. She tightened the cheeks of her ass inside her wet panties while plunging her tongue against Tommy's asshole furiously.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed, pulling her face out of his ass. She looked up past his cock and balls with blazing eyes. "Tommy, come for me! Come in my face, in my mouth! Ohhhh, please, squirt your come juice in mother's cocksucking face, down my fucking throat!"
She rammed her mouth onto his prick again.
"Oooooh, I'm about to do it, Mother!"
Tommy wailed, twisting his ass. "I'm about to come!"
Jean sucked fast, her lips pulling back on the swollen head of his cock, then ramming down again. Her cunt clamped tightly, her clitoris ready to burst. She was squealing in muffled pleasure, sucking with a frenzy, her lips tight and her tongue swirling.
"Now, Mother!"
Jean pulled her lips up.
The first gush of his creamy come juice struck, and, with a wild cry of ecstasy, Jean pulled the rounded head of her son's cock between her lips, taking the hot spurts of come juice across her tongue, swallowing greedily. Her cunt twitched, then she, too, began to come. She swallowed the delicious sweetness of her son's balls with liquid sounds, her tongue darting about the piss hole.
"Ooooooh, you come so fucking much!" Jean mewled when she had swallowed all that hot, thick come juice. "I love it when you come that much, Tommy. I could drink from your sweet cock all fucking day, piss or come juice."
She heated water while her son relaxed, then she pulled his piss-wet shorts off his body and kneeling at his feet, washed his cock and balls, and his ass, tenderly. She kissed and licked his crotch often while cleaning him, taking light nips of his flesh into her mouth.
Tommy enjoyed being washed by his mom, and when she finished, he stood and hugged her against his naked body, kissing her mouth. He fondled her ass and tits, and Jean writhed and squirmed at him with soft purring sounds of pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hi."
Jean saw the two women walking toward her.
For a moment, Jean was amused, thinking of what they would have seen if they had come up half an hour ago. As it was, she had pulled on shorts and shirt, and her son, napping in the tent, was out of sight. She knew he was still naked, and hoped he wouldn't come barging out that way, but not because it would be embarrassing. It would be exciting, if anything, but she didn't know these two women who had stopped by earlier. She didn't know what their reaction would be.
"I guess you found a camping site," Jean said.
The two women were attractive, one blonde, the other brunette. Both had gorgeous figures, with lovely sharp-pointed titties and long legs.
Both wore shorts.
But the lovely blonde wore shorts with a bib, and nothing underneath. The swells of her tits were exposed, and that fascinated Jean.
Tommy came awake to voices, and peeked outside the tent. He saw his mother sitting and talking with the strange women. He saw the long legs of them, and the blonde in the bib shorts sat with her legs open. He could almost see her cunt, he realized. He was sure that was blonde pussy hair he could see on one side of her crotch. Pulling on a pair of shorts, he crawled from the tent.
"Who is this good-looking stud?" the blonde asked, her blue eyes taking in Tommy, pausing at the front of his pants.
Jean introduced Tommy.
The women didn't stay long, but, while they were there, the blonde ate Tommy up with her eyes. Tommy kept positioning himself so he could see the swelling curves of her tits past the sides of the bib. The blonde knew what he was doing, and made sure he could see quite a bit.
Jean noticed, too. She didn't feel jealous at all. She was amused and pleased that this woman was trying her best to expose her tits to Tommy. She felt like blurting it all out, telling the woman her son wanted to see her perky tits, that he would show his cock or even fuck her. But she kept quiet, watching her son secretly peeking.
When the two women got ready to leave, she saw the blonde pretending to adjust her bib, and a lovely pink nipple was exposed for a moment. Tommy stared unabashedly, hungry-eyed. The blonde winked at Tommy, then smiled at Jean.
"Stop by our camp site for coffee," the brunette invited. "Maybe the four of us can enjoy a nice afternoon together."
"Perhaps," Jean replied.
She watched her son, who was gazing after the departing women. Both of them swung those tight, round asses with a more pronounced swing, she thought.
"They may be eating each other," Jean told her son, "but they're interested in your cock, too, I think."
"Aw, Mother," Tommy said. "What would they want with a kid like me?"
"The same thing I want from a kid like you," she giggled. "Your lovely cock."
She could see her son was excited to have two women-two women his mother's age-wanting his cock.
"Don't get a big head, darling," she said, laughing to show she was teasing. "That is, unless it's the head of your cock. That head can get as big as it can."
"Do you wanna visit with them?" he asked.
"Not particularly," Jean replied. "I'm not into sucking cunt, and that's what they're doing, you know."
"Well, you wouldn't have to suck them, would you, Mother? I mean, you could let them lick your pussy, couldn't you?"
"You'd like to see that?" Jean asked her son. "You'd like to see a woman sucking my cunt?"
Tommy nodded, his eyes very bright. "Yeah, why not? I'd get to fuck her at the same time, wouldn't I?"
Jean made a grab for her son, wrestling him to the ground and pinning him there, sitting on his chest. "You'd do it, too, wouldn't you? You'd stick your cock up that blonde's cunt while she was sucking your mother's cunt?"
"I sure would," he laughed, feeling the heat of his mother's crotch close to his chin. He could see the tight way her shorts pulled into her pussy, the slit defined.
"I should slap you in the face with my cunt for that!" she laughed, and shoved her pussy at his face.
Tommy, his arms pinned above his head by his mother, felt the hot wetness of her shorts-clad cunt grinding into his face.
Jean looked down at him, her eyes taking on a glassy expression. "I should piss in your face for saying something like that to me," she said, her voice thick. "In fact, I will!"
Tommy's eyes glittered up at her.
"You think I won't?" Jean teased.
Tommy shook his head between her thighs, parting his lips to bite at her pussy.
"Watch me!" Jean cried out.
And began to piss through her shorts right into her son's face.
Tommy made a yelping sound as he tasted hot piss coming through his mother's shorts into his mouth.
"Suck it up, you fuckface!" she giggled. "You said you liked to smell my cunt after I pissed, didn't you? Now you can suck mother's piss right out of those tight shorts."
Tommy's eyes glazed as he found his mother pissing into his mouth. He didn't struggle, but lay there passively, letting her piss away. He felt it running over his cheeks and neck, and his cock became hard. Jean, giggling lewdly, wiggled her hips, grinding her cunt into his face as she pissed. She sat up straight, her pussy in his face, reaching back to feel his hardening cock.
"Ooooh, see how you love it, Tommy!" she squealed with pleasure. "It's making your cock hard."
She pulled his cock from his shorts, jacking as she spewed hot piss into his face.
Tommy lifted his ass, shoving his cock into his mother's tight hand. Her thighs loosened around his face, and he wrapped his arms about her hips, pressing his mouth hard into her crotch. The hot piss flooded his mouth, but as hard as he tried to swallow, there was just too much. It ran past his cheeks and neck. He pushed his mouth hard into her cunt, his tongue out. He could taste the creamy smoothness of his mother's thigh where her shorts pulled away, but not her cunt.
"Wait a minute!" Jean cried, releasing his cock and standing up, peeling her wet shorts off quickly. She turned around, then lowered her hairy pussy into her son's face again. Tommy wrapped his arms about his mother's naked hips and buried his mouth into her juicy, piss-wet cunt.
As he started licking her pussy, Jean leaned over and swallowed his cock. Shoving her hands under his ass, she cupped the cheeks of her son's ass and pulled his prick up. She drew her knees along his sides, and began to squirm and smash her bubbling pussy at his face, sliding her cunt slit about his lips and tongue.
Tommy pulled his mother's ass wide open, seeing her tightly puckered asshole close to his eyes. He ran his tongue in and out of her soft, boiling cunt, and began to rub her asshole with the tip of one finger. Jean cried out with pleasure, thrashing her naked ass about in the hot sun, grinding her hairy cunt wantonly into his face. Her own face was bobbing up and down on his prick. She cradled his hairless balls and pushed them into her nose as she mouthed his cock.
Tommy was excited to have his mother's wet pussy in his face, excited because her cunt was wet not only with pussy juices, but her piss. He lapped at the slit, twisted his tongue about her knotted clitoris, drew it up and into her cunt and then licked at her piss-wet asshole. Jean wailed about his cock and sucked as hard and strongly as she could. She lifted his ass high, shooting her mouth to his balls and sucking them, then moved her tongue at his asshole.
Tommy, feeling his mother's hot, wet tongue on his asshole, plunged his as deeply as he could up his mother's asshole, his chin against her cunt. But he didn't stay at her ass. He began to lick feverishly from her clitoris to her cunt to her asshole. Jean waggled her spreading ass and crotch into his face, mewling as' she thrust her tongue into his ass, pushing it deeply, then withdrew it to suck frantically at his swollen balls.
Jean swallowed her son's throbbing cock again, her lips smashing at the base, the prickhead in her throat. The hardness, the heat of it, the seeping juices from his piss hole, worked on her greedy emotions, making her suck faster. Tommy's tongue flew from her clitoris to her asshole, probing the sugary walls of her cunt in passing.
Feeling her cunt expanding, a burning itch signaling an impending orgasm, Jean smashed her cunt hard into his face, her own face bobbing up and down frantically. She wanted to have him coming in her mouth when her cunt exploded, tasting his sweet come juice as her pussy convulsed against his lips and tongue. She beat her hairy, juicy cunt into her son's face feverishly, without concern of bruising his lips. But Tommy, his cock huge, balls swollen, didn't mind either. He gripped his mother's spreading naked ass, but not tight enough to interrupt her wiggling gyrations. He arched his cock up, moaning into his mother's steamy cunt. Jean shoved one hand under his ass and between his thighs, grabbing at his tight balls. She groaned loudly, smashing her cunt hard into his sucking mouth.
Her naked ass shivered, then shook wildly.
An orgasm burst inside her cunt. Her clitoris strained. The contractions of her hairy pussy pulled at Tommy's tongue.
Jean felt his cock throb once more, and then her mouth was filling with the creamy, thick sweetness of his young balls. She swallowed wetly, her lips racing up and down his gushing cock, her tongue flicking. Her throat burned as her son's come juice sprayed in. Jean tugged at his writhing balls with her fingers, squealing loudly as her throat worked to swallow the rapid spurtings of his come juice. She strained her hairy cunt hard into Tommy's mouth, his nose pressing against her puckering asshole. His tongue was deep inside the slippery, hot walls of her pussy.
The orgasms lasted some time, fading away slowly.
With her son's cock relaxing inside her mouth, Jean stretched her long legs back, her inner thighs cupping Tommy's face tenderly. He held her weight easily, running his hands about her shapely ass, the backs of her thighs. Jean's tits were smashed against his stomach.
Finally getting to her feet, she stood above her still-sprawled son. She wagged her hips, legs parted as Tommy gazed up between them. The view of his mother's cunt from this angle delighted him. Jean saw a gleam starting to come into his eyes again.
"Oh, no you don't," she giggled, cupping her cunt. "There's other things to do besides fuck, or things to eat besides cock and cunt."
She busied herself with the evening meal, although it was still very early. Tommy remained on his back, hands behind his head, watching his mother. He enjoyed the clenching movements of her naked ass.
"Mother, shouldn't we put something on?" he asked after a while.
"Why?"
"Those women," he said. "Suppose they come back?"
"Do you care?" Jean teased. "The way you were staring at that blonde's tits, I wouldn't think you'd mind at all."
Tommy giggled, remembering the two women. "Are you sure they eat each other?"
"I'm sure," Jean replied.
Tommy watched his mother's back, trying to imagine a woman's face buried into his mother's cunt. His cock stirred with his mental pictures, and he slowly stroked his prickshaft. Jean was leaning over the small table she used to prepare food, and he stared at her lovely ass.
Quietly, he got to his feet, his cock pushing out in hardness again. He gazed at his mother's ass with glowing eyes, approaching her slowly. Jean was leaning over the small table now, chopping at onions she was going to cook with the potatoes.
Tommy slipped up close, the head of his once-more-swollen cock inches from the crack of his mother's ass.
He pushed his cock between the hot ass cheeks.
"Oh, Tommy!" Jean gasped, feeling his cock in the crack of her ass. She didn't pull away, but pushed back toward him. "How will I ever get our dinner finished?"
Tommy pushed the head of his cock against his mother's asshole.
Jean mewled softly as she felt his prick prodding there. She wiggled her ass and pushed back a little harder.
"Fuck dinner," Tommy said.
"Fuck me!" Jean gurgled, pushing her puckered asshole against the hot, smooth head of his cock. "Fuck me, not dinner!"
Tommy gripped his mother's hips, pushing his cock inward.
Jean felt her asshole give, stretching for his prick. She cried softly as the head slipped past the ring of her asshole. She squeezed her asshole about his cock for a moment, then relaxed.
"Fuck it, baby!" She closed her eyes to the searing pleasure she felt in her ass. "Ohhhh, yes, Tommy, fuck me in my ass!"
Tommy pulled her hips back as he shoved his cock into his mother's asshole. Jean gurgled and slipped a hand between her thighs, cradling his balls in her palm, pressing them upon her cunt. She shivered as she felt her son's cock throbbing deep inside her ass. Tommy leaned forward, spoon fashion, and moved his hands up to hold his mother's firm, luscious tits.
When he began stabbing his cock back and forth, Jean sobbed with the stretching ecstasy of her asshole. She clung to his balls as he fucked his hard cock in and out of the tight ass-ring. Tommy squeezed her tits hard, increasing Jean's pleasure.
"Ooooo, baby, it's so good!" Jean moaned. "God, your cock feels so big and hard in my ass! Fuck my asshole, Tommy! Ohhh, yes, fuck me in my hot asshole! Squeeze my tits . . . pound my ass!"
Jean was leaning over the table, braced with her elbows, arching her naked ass to her son. He beat hard against her creamy ass cheeks, making slapping sounds. She purred and hissed, gurgled and sobbed with rapture. Her cunt dripped again, the fuck juices smearing his hairless balls and the insides of her thighs. Taking her son's cock up her asshole always made her cunt juicier than ever.
"Oh, Mother!" Tommy groaned, ramming his cock in and out faster. "You're so tight! Mother, your asshole is so tight, so hot! I love to fuck you in your ass, Mother!"
"Ohhhh, yes, yes!" Jean wailed. "I love for you to fuck my ass, baby! Give it to me! Give mother that hard cock, darling! Ram it up my fucking hot ass, hard and deep!"
She shook her ass from side to side, Tommy leaned over, fucking into her asshole faster and faster. He squeezed her tits, her hot nipples searing his palms. Jean twisted his young balls as they slipped in her hand from his wildly plunging cock.
"This is going to make me come!" she squealed. "Mother's cunt is so wet and hot! You'll make me come this way . . . fucking me in the ass! Ooooh, make mother come, baby!"
Tommy pulled his hands from his mother's tits, straightening up, holding her hips again. He stared down between the split of her ass cheeks, watching the ring of her asshole stretch and hold his cock. He bit at his bottom lip as he watched, fucking with increasing frenzy.
"I'm going to come!" Jean shouted, her head lifting with ecstasy.
Tommy felt the contractions of his mother's orgasm radiate to her asshole. He grunted and pushed his cock deeply, his body going stiff.
"Ooohhhh, baby!" Jean cried as she felt the powerful spurts of her son's come juice splashing the walls of her asshole. Her cunt throbbed and dripped. "Ahhhh, squirt it to mother! Fill mother's asshole! Come in my ass!"
Tommy's cock drained inside her ass, helped by the squeezing, sucking tightness of her asshole. When it was over, he stood on trembling legs and watched his mother's ass squeeze his cock out.
Slumping into a camp chair, he said, his breathing ragged, "I sure like to fuck your pretty ass, Mother."
"I sure like it, too." She grinned. "But you better keep your ass right there so I can get something to eat for us. Don't be sneaking up and shoving that cock in me, you hear? At least. . . until after we eat."
CHAPTER NINE
After they ate, Jean suggested they take a walk.
"Maybe we'll be lucky and see those two pretty women doing something exciting," she said.
"Let's visit them, Mother," Tommy replied. "They did invite us."
"I know you'd love to," she said, rumpling her son's hair. "I know you'd love to fuck them both, with me, too. That would be a boy's dream-fucking three women. But it's like I said, those two are into sucking cunt, and I'm not." - "You wouldn't have to, Mother," Tommy said.
Jean hugged him against her tits. "You've got a lot to learn, baby. When something like that gets started, everyone is involved. No one can just watch."
"But you told me about what happened in the cocktail lounge," Tommy reminded her. "You were gonna let that woman lick your pussy."
"That's what I mean," she replied. "No one can just watch, especially me. Touch me, and I go off like a fucking rocket. Touch me on my cunt and there's nothing I won't do. You've learned that about me in the past few days, haven't you?"
Jean slipped in a pair of jeans, a tight pair that hugged her lovely ass and molded her cunt. She pulled on a man's shirt, and buttoned it instead of tying, it beneath her tits. She noticed the frown on her son's face.
"I'll make it up to you when we get back," she promised.
"And I thought you enjoyed showing yourself, Mother."
"I do," she said. "Oh, yes, I do! But I will not get involved with those two women. If you and I weren't fucking like maniacs, I might feel different. I can't go very long without a nice fuck."
She took his hand and they set off.
They walked along a narrow path, while Jean leading. She was in front because she knew her son loved to look at her. Now and then she paused, jutted her tightly clad ass toward him, and waggled it.
Ten minutes of walking brought them to the women's camp. Both women were sitting near a camp fire. Crouching behind shrubbery, Jean and Tommy watched them secretly. The women sat close together on a blanket, and the brunette was fondling the blonde's tits. The bib of the woman's shorts was turned down, her luscious titties showing. The blonde had her hand between the other's thighs.
"I sure would enjoy fucking that kid," the blonde said, her voice carrying clearly to Jean and Tommy. "Just seeing the way his cock was outlined made me hungry."
Jean gripped her son's hand, glancing at his flushed face, smiling.
"You'd fuck anything," the brunette said, fondling the firm tits. "You know you'd fuck anything."
The blonde purred and leaned back. "I'd fuck your tongue right now," she said.
Jean slipped a hand over the front of her son's shorts, finding his cock hardening as they watched.
The blonde woman lay back, opening her thighs. The brunette caressed along a creamy leg, her fingers sliding under the crotch of the blonde's shorts. The blonde squealed softly and lifted her ass to meet the feeling fingers.
When the brunette tugged the crotch of the other woman's shorts to one side, Tommy gasped, staring at the hairy cunt. The brunette tugged the blonde woman's shorts off, and Tommy stared with pleasure at the slim, naked woman. While the blonde woman writhed in naked pleasure, the brunette stripped her own shorts and blouse away. While Jean and her son watched, the brunette leaned over and began to fondle and lick at the tight nipples of the other woman. They watched the brunette stroke the blonde hairs between the woman's thighs, and slide a finger into the hair-lined cunt.
"Ohhhh, lick me now!" the blonde woman purred. "Fuck me with your tongue now! You know I can't stand it when you shove your finger in my pussy!"
With a gurgle, the brunette moved between the other's spreading thighs. She arched her ass in the air, and Jean and Tommy stared at the dark-haired cunt as it pooched from the woman's thighs.
Tommy was breathing loudly, and Jean tried to shush him. But he was much too excited to be quiet.
Jean lifted his cock from his shorts, holding his prick hard as they watched.
The brunette waggled her uplifted ass.
Although they couldn't see her sucking and eating at the blonde's cunt, they could hear the wet sounds of pleasure. Tommy's cock throbbed in his mother's fist, and Jean began to jack him slowly and tightly. She covered the head of his cock with her palm, feeling the wetness. She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked her palm, then gripped his cock again.
"Ooooo, shove your tongue deep!" they heard the blonde cry out. The woman lifted her legs, smashing the brunette's face between them as she draped them about the woman's back.
The hairy cunt and crinkled asshole of the brunette showed clearly to Jean and Tommy. Jean pumped a little faster on her son's cock, both of them watching with hot excitement.
"Fingerfuck your cunt!" the blonde cried.
"Fuck yourself in the cunt and suck me!"
Jean and her son began to tremble with pleasure, watching the dark-haired woman dart her finger in and out of her own pussy. Then Jean and Tommy gasped as the woman shoved that finger upward, and without hesitation, plunged it into her own asshole. The blonde woman thrashed about beneath the other's sucking, licking mouth, sobbing and calling for more.
"Mother!" Tommy gasped. "You'll make me come!"
"Shush!" she warned, pumping her fist faster on his hard cock. "It's okay if you come! Just watch them, watch that pretty ass and hairy cunt! I'll jack you off!"
Tommy gazed hotly at the woman's writhing ass, seeing her finger penetrate the tight ring of her asshole, then down to plunge into her wet cunt. His cock was throbbing in his mother's fist, and Jean pounded faster and faster.
The blonde woman began to cry out with ecstasy, churning her cunt powerfully into the brunette woman's face.
"Ohhhhh, suck me, eat me, tongue me!" the woman cried. "I'm going to come! Ohhhh, you're going to make me come! Suck my pussy juice ... eat my wet pussy! Kiss my ass . . . suck my asshole! Ooooo, there, there!"
The blonde woman slammed her cunt hard into the other's face, shrieking loudly with orgasm. The brunette seemed to also go into a frenzy as she tongued the blonde's cunt into orgasm. Her finger flew from her cunt to her asshole, thrusting into each with feverish swiftness.
When the blonde settled down, the brunette lay beside her, their feet pointed towards Jean and Tommy. Both women spread their legs wide, and the contrast between the two cunts was exciting to Tommy. One with dark, fuzzy hair, the other with soft blonde curls-they caused his cock to lurch and pound hotly inside his mother's pumping fist.
"Mother!" Tommy gasped as quietly as he could, and he suddenly began to come.
Jean shoved her other hand to the head of her son's cock quickly, jacking faster, catching his come juice in her palm. She pounded on Tommy's cock until he was finished, and then lifted her filled hand to her face. She darted her tongue into the come juice, made a soft mewling sound, and began to lick and suck the fuck juice from her palm.
"We better go," Jean whispered to her son, who was staring at the two women who were exposing those luscious cunts so blatantly.
"Come and stay awhile next time," the blonde called suddenly.
"Oh, my God," Jean grunted as she and her son walked swiftly down the path. "They knew we were there watching them all the time."
They hurried back to their own camp site.
The sun was setting now, and Jean stoked the camp fire. It wasn't cold by any means, but the fire was nice. And it gave light. She studied her son as he sat in a folding chair, pensive. She knew he had been excited by what they had observed. Any boy would have been excited to see what they had seen.
Dragging her chair next to his, she held his hand in her lap, both of them quietly watching the fire.
Jean parted her legs, and pulled her son's palm to her cunt. She still had her jeans on, but Tommy could feel the moist heat of her cunt through them. He pressed at his mother's pussy, then began to rub a firm finger up and down.
"I sure would like to fuck them," he said.
"I know you would," his mother replied.
"Why can't we actually visit them?" he asked. "You wouldn't have to do anything like that, Mother. I know I could fuck them, both of them."
"I know you could, too," she replied, opening her jeans and pushing them to her knees. Tommy slipped his hand onto her hairy cunt. "You could fuck them both right now. They'd suck your cock and you could lick them and probably stick your cock up their hot asses. But that isn't it, Tommy."
Tommy didn't reply. He worked his finger into his mother's cunt, finding her pussy hot and wet.
"And it's not because I'd be jealous, either," Jean went on, fishing his cock from his shorts. "Those women, honey, are only interested in themselves. Sure, you could have fun with them, but they'd be using you, not you using them."
"I don't see it that way," Tommy replied.
"Of course you don't," she said. "You've got a lot to learn, honey. Just because you're getting all the ass you can handle, that don't mean you know all about people, especially women."
Jean lifted her feet and pulled her jeans off. Then she removed her shirt.
"What if they're watching us, Mother? What if they're in the bushes watching us right now like we watched them?"
"I don't care," Jean replied. "Remember, I like to show off."
She knelt before her son, tugging his shorts off. She spread his knees and leaned her face into his crotch.
Tommy shoved his ass forward as his mother buried her face into his crotch. He trembled as her wet tongue began licking his balls, dipping under them and probing his asshole, then swirling up and pulling his balls into her mouth. Jean mewled with pleasure as she sucked his balls, and she knew her son was hoping they were being watched. But she didn't think they were.
Sliding her tongue up his cock, she closed her lips about the prickhead, sinking down. She mouthed his cock awhile, playing. She slapped his prick across her cheek and lips, her eyes watching his young face. The soft slaps of his cock on her face excited her, and her cunt started to steam with wetness. She pulled his cock into her mouth again, and began to suck with more vigor. Her tongue fluttered about his prickhead, and Tommy started moaning with pleasure. Slipping her hands under his ass, she cupped the asscheeks and lifted him, taking his cock deep in her mouth. She sucked up and down with tight, hot lips, thrilled to taste his cock throbbing so hotly between her lips, against her tongue.
"Darling," she whispered throatily, her lips brushing the head of his cock. "I'm going to suck you, but when you come, spurt it over my tits. Will you do that for me?"
"I'll do anything for you, Mother," Tommy said in a husky voice.
"Mmmmm, I love you," she murmured, and began to suck vigorously at his cock again. She fondled his ass while sucking, dragging her fingers along the crack, probing at his asshole, but not penetrating it.
Tommy began to shake, pushing his cock up into her mouth. His balls swelled, and he felt ready to come.
"Now, Mother!" he gasped.
Jean jerked her lips off his cock, arching her tits forward. She grasped his cock in her fist and began to jack hard. Tucking her chin down, she stared at his prick with glazed eyes. She saw the spurting come juice gush out of his piss hole and moaned softly as it splashed upon her tits. Time and again Tommy came, gushing the creamy juices over his mother's tits until they glistened in the firelight.
"Nice, baby," Jean purred. "That felt very nice. Now, you can make mother come."
"I'll have to suck your pussy, Mother," he said, looking at his drooping cock. "But I don't mind that at all."
"I know you don't," she replied, licking her tongue along his inner thigh, his balls brushing her face. "But I had something else in mind to make me come."
"I'll do it," he said, breathing slower now.
"Remember me pissing through my shorts into your face?"
"You want to piss in my face again, Mother? Sure."
"No, I wanted you to piss on me." "I'll do that, too."
Jean pulled from him, and got on her hands and knees. She lowered her shoulders and head to the ground, waving her naked ass at her son. "Piss on me this way!" she gurgled hotly. "Piss on mother's ass, piss on mother's cunt!"
Tommy stood behind her, seeing his mother's lovely ass in the flickering firelight, her bushy cunt shoved between her thighs. Jean shoved her hands behind her, gripping the cheeks of her ass and opening them wide.
"Piss right there!" she moaned. "Piss right on mother's asshole! I want to feel it splashing on my asshole, Tommy!"
Tommy held his cock, aiming at his mother's spreading ass. He grunted softly and sent a scalding stream of golden piss over his mother's ass.
"On my asshole!" she shrieked. "Piss right on mother's asshole!"
Tommy adjusted his cock, and Jean wailed with sensation.
The stinging of her son's hot piss upon her asshole sent a wild shiver through her, and her hands became drenched in piss, too. She loved the way his piss stung her asshole. She moved her fingers downward and peeled her hairy cunt open.
"Piss in my cunt, too!" she moaned. "Piss in my fucking hot cunt, too! Piss on my asshole, piss on my hairy cunt!"
Tommy spurted the hot piss where his mother wanted, moving his cock slightly. He pissed all over her upraised ass, watching his pee sting her asshole and then her cunt. Jean twisted her ass lewdly, with erotic cries of rapture. The feel of her son's piss spraying her asshole and cunt sent a wildness through her that she needed. Her cunt was on fire with pulsing sensations, and her asshole crinkled deliriously.
"Ooooh, it's wonderful, Tommy! God, that feels so fucking wonderful! Piss on me! Piss on mother's hot asshole, mother's wet cunt! Piss all over me!"
She squirmed her ass wantonly, mewling with perverse pleasure. Her hands were soaked with piss, just as her body was from the cheeks of her ass to her knees. Her cunt dripped with her son's piss, and the hairy lips twitched and expanded, her clitoris straining.
"Wait!" Jean suddenly shouted, twisting about to face her son. She sat on the ground, legs wide apart, her cunt about to burst with orgasm. She held her face up, her hands holding her come-juice-wet tits. "Now piss in my face! Do it, Tommy! Oooooh, piss in mother's cocksucking face! I'm about to come! Piss in my face!"
Tommy let go, the scalding piss spurting into his mother's face and splashing down over her juice-smeared tits.
"Ooooo," Jean squealed, her cunt exploding finally.
Before her son knew what she was up to, Jean opened her mouth and dipped it into the stream. Tommy watched his piss spatter into his mother's mouth, and then Jean closed her lips about his piss hole, sucking hard, swallowing the rest of her son's piss. Her cunt rippled with ecstatic contractions, one after the other, her orgasm intense.
Tommy stood with his mother holding the head of his cock with her lips, watching her come.
After a few more moments, Jean pulled her mouth off his cock.
"Did you enjoy pissing on me, Tommy?" she asked in a low voice.
"I loved it, Mother," he replied, honestly.
"Those girls probably wouldn't let you piss on them," she said, getting up and filling a basin with water. "That's what I was talking about. With me, you can do anything you enjoy. We don't know about them, except they eat each other."
"I think I understand," Tommy said.
CHAPTER TEN
Jean sprawled on her stomach across the blanket. Around her, she could hear the hum of conversation and the squeals of boys and girls. She and Tommy were in the small park near their home.
They had been home for a week now, already planning their next camping trip. Tommy was a few yards away, and, as she rested her head on her folded arms, she could see him while she pretended to nap. He was talking to a couple of young boys and girls his age, friends from school, probably.
She felt the wind play with the hem of her skirt, lifting it slightly now and then. She enjoyed the feel of the wind, and had parted her feet a little. Tommy looked at her now and then, but she didn't let him know she was awake. She was doing something she had done often before, showing herself. But it had to appear accidental in a park.
The wind played with her skirt, lifting it a little higher. The hem was now halfway up her slender thighs. Sometimes it was hard for Jean to keep pretending she was unaware of what she was showing, and this was one of those times. She wanted to twist her ass, grind her cunt at the blanket, and it took self-control to remain still. She saw, with slitted eyes, a few passing people glance at her, and one man paused briefly to admire the half-exposed thighs. Another man, seeing her with her feet parted, pretended to drop something and then lean down, doing his best to peek up at her skirt and thighs. Jean's cunt throbbed with wetness, and now and then a cool draft of air would flow up her thighs and about her cunt.
She wore no panties today. Today she felt like showing her naked ass or cunt, if it could be done accidentally. With the help of an unexpected breeze, it might be possible, she thought.
Tommy, with his small group of friends, kept watching her, too. She was delighted when he called their attention to what was happening with her skirt. The young boys and girls were staring at her, not in a sly way, the way the grown men or women did, but openly and with interest.
The wind picked up a little, and her skirt fluttered up and down. With each gust, it went a little higher.
Then her ass was suddenly exposed.
It took every bit of self-control Jean had to remain absolutely still, as if sound asleep. Her skirt was over the rounded cheeks of her ass, the creamy flesh showing. Her son, and his small group of friends, could see the hair of her cunt. She watched them with slitted eyes, hardly breathing in her efforts to feign sleep and unawareness. But her cunt was throbbing with heat, becoming wetter with each passing second.
Then Tommy came toward her.
He knelt at her side and pulled her skirt down to her knees.
A passing woman commented what a gentleman he was, and Jean told her, mentally, to go fuck herself. She had experienced a mild orgasm when her ass was exposed, and she had fought hard to keep still while her cunt convulsed. Tommy sat at her side after pulling her skirt down.
"Did you like that?" she whispered at him.
"I wasn't the only one, Mother," he replied. "Those guys over there saw your ass, too. They're gonna go out in the bushes and jack off. That's what they said, anyway."
Jean giggled lewdly. "I hope they come a lot."
They stayed in the park until darkness came. Jean found opportunities to expose herself a few more times, but the excitement diminished as the park emptied.
"I guess we might as well go, too," she said after awhile. "But I think I'll step behind those bushes and take a piss, first."
"Why go behind the bushes, Mother?" he asked. "Piss right here."
Jean looked around. It was not quite dark, but dark enough. With a giggle, she lifted her dress to her waist and stood, shoving her cunt forward and opening her legs. Tommy stared at his mother's cunt. Before she began to piss, he dropped down and pushed his face forward.
"In my face, Mother!" he urged, pulling his cock from his pants. "Piss in my face this time!"
"Oh, baby!" she whimpered, looking around the park. It was getting dark fast, and the urge to piss into her son's face was strong. At the moment, she didn't care who saw her pissing. "I will, Tommy! I'll piss in your face!"
Tommy lowered his head, his face turned up to his mother's hairy cunt.
Jean whimpered as she spurted a quick stream of piss. It splashed on her son's chin, and she squirted again.
"Ohhhh, take it, Tommy! Take it in your face!"
"Mmmm, more, Mother!"
The hot steam came faster, now spewing across Tommy's lips. She pulled at her hairy pussy, opening her cunt wide. Tommy darted his tongue out, tasting the hot piss of his mother. Jean gasped with pleasure, inching her knees toward him. Tommy was sitting on his heels, jacking his cock with swift motions. When her cunt was only a few inches away, he shoved his mouth forward.
"Drink it!" Jean hissed with excitement, twisting her ass and grinding her pissing cunt into his face. "Drink mother's hot piss! Ohhh, baby, suck mother's piss out!"
Tommy closed his open lips about her cunt, feeling the piss spurting down his throat. His cock throbbed inside his fist as he jerked wildly. Hot piss ran down his neck over his chest and soaking his shirt, down to his pumping fist.
"Suck it, suck it!" Jean groaned, smashing her cunt hard into her son's face. "Suck mother's pissing cunt! Stick your tongue up mother's pissing cunt!"
Tommy tried, but each time his tongue entered her pussy, Jean stopped pissing. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face hard into her pussy.
"Eat me! Suck my cunt!" she groaned.
Tommy rammed his tongue in and out, fucking her pussy with wild stabs, tasting the slippery wetness of her piss. He rammed his face into her cunt, and sucked at her distended clit. Jean whipped her ass about, her skirt falling over his head.
"Ohhhh, I'm about to come, Tommy!" she squealed. "I'm going to come!"
With a scream, Jean came, her cunt contracting against her son's mouth with powerful pulsations. She whipped her pussy back and forth, smashing at his tongue and lips. Tommy shot his hands up her skirt and gripped her naked ass, his cock arching and straining with hardness.
"Stop," she sobbed. "Ohhh, darling, stop! I need your cock now, Tommy!" Tommy pulled his head from under his mother's skirt. He was soaked in piss from his nose to his pants. She saw his cock standing up from his open fly, and reached feverishly.
"Fuck me now, baby!" she pleaded. "I can't wait until we get home! I need it now! Fuck me, Tommy!"
She twisted about and dropped to her hands and knees. Tommy, behind her, whipped her skirt to her waist, exposing her naked ass to the darkness. With a single lunge, he drove his cock into her cunt hard, making Jean scream softly with ecstasy. She rammed her ass back onto his cock and began to hump and swing about.
Tommy fucked his cock in and out of her cunt, smacking at her spreading ass cheeks. He dug his fingers into his mother's hips, jerking her back as he fucked forward.
Jean noticed, even though her eyes were glazed in passion, a small shadow moving toward them. For a moment she felt fear, but the stabbing of her son's cock drove it away. Tommy didn't notice they were being watched by one of the young boys whom he had talked with, who had seen his mother's skirt fly up over her ass. He was much too involved in fucking his mother, his eyes closed.
Jean, though, stared at the young boy, her eyes glazed in passion. When the young boy opened his pants and took his cock out, she watched him stroke it. He stood about five feet away, and it was dark enough to prevent her from seeing details, only that he was standing there jacking his cock, watching her son fuck her.
"Can I be next?" came the small, excited voice.
Tommy's eyes opened, and he stopped ramming his cock into his mother's cunt. But Jean rammed her ass back against him. "Yes," she gurgled. "You can be next, whoever you are! Tommy, keep fucking me! Ohhhh, this is wonderful! Fuck me, Tommy!"
The boy came closer, and Jean saw his cock clearly.
"Ohhhh, stick it in my mouth!" she moaned.
Eagerly, the young boy shoved his cock to her face. Tommy gasped as he saw his mother close her lips about the boy's cock and start sucking wildly. It excited him, and he began fucking her again.
Jean sobbed, being stabbed in her cunt and mouth at the same time. The taste of his unknown boy's cock was hot and hard in her mouth, and she held her face still, letting the boy fuck into her lips. When the boy's knees bent and he sat down on the lawn, her face went with him, and she began sucking at his cock hungrily, shaking her ass for her son. Tommy could see his mother's face in the darkness, slightly in profile, see her sucking hungrily at the boy's cock. He rammed his cock into her cunt hard, and Jean felt herself being buffeted between the two boys. Every part of her overheated body was responding to this fucking, her cunt gripping her son's cock and her lips devouring the other. She groaned between them, her cunt ready to explode. She listened to her son's grunts, and the moans of the young boy in front of her. She detected the increased size of her son's cock inside her cunt, and the throbbing of the cock in her mouth seemed to burn harder.
She heard Tommy grunt and then he rammed his cock deeply into her tight cunt. The spurting of his come juice triggered her own orgasm, and she sobbed about the cock in her mouth, her cunt flexing and gripping with tightness on Tommy's prick. The boy in front of her began to struggle, trying to jerk his cock from her mouth. Jean flung her arms around him, holding his cock deep in her mouth.
With a yelp, the boy came, sending thick spurts of come juice down Jean's greedy throat. She shook her ass hard. Her throat accepted the precious juices of the boy's young balls.
By the time it was over, Jean felt wrung out. She sprawled onto the lawn, arms and legs wide open, gasping, her body shaking with rapture. She looked up at her son and the boy who sat on their heels watching her.
"Oh, God, that was unexpected," she giggled lewdly.
"Will you let me fuck you, too?" the boy asked, his voice hesitant.
"That's up to Tommy, Jean said, making her son feel good. "I belong to him, you know."
"It's okay with me, Mother," Tommy said. "I think it would be fun, both of us fucking you."
Jean giggled and stood up, feeling come juice seeping out of her cunt. She smoothed her skirt over her hips and thighs.
"We can't do it here, though," she said, taking them both by the hand. "We have to go home. We can be comfortable there, and you guys can have fun with me."
They started down the pathway, Jean holding their hands, walking between them. They paused at the entrance of the park, and Jean leaned down to kiss her son, then the boy. She ran her hands over the fronts of their pants. Their cocks were still out.
She giggled and cupped them both. "You better put these cocks away, though. We may not get home if they hang out."
Tommy and the boy stuffed their cocks into their pants, and then the boy asked: "Can my sister come, too?"
"Sister?" Jean asked. "I'm not so sure about that."
"Please," the boy pleaded. "She wants to come with us. You'll like my sister. She likes to play with my cock. You'll really like her, I promise. Please, can she come with us?"
"Where is she?" Jean asked.
The boy pointed into the shadows.
A beautiful young girl came toward them, dressed in a blouse and skirt. But she was holding her skirt at her waist, smiling at Jean. The girl wore panties, but they were shoved down to show the gleaming baldness of her cunt in the dim light of a street lamp.
The girl came close, and Jean smiled.
Her hand moved out to feel the girl's cunt, finding it hot and wet.
"Yes," she said softly. "Your sister can come with us, in more ways than one."
