MOM'S GOLDEN SHOWER URGES is the story of a teenage boy and his mother. They find themselves victims of the ravages of sexual need, and seek release in the heat of each other's bodies. They have no trouble setting aside the traditional taboo against incest as their lust becomes the most important factor in their lives.
Once they break the taboo, one perversion leads to another until they are enmeshed in a sordid world of lasciviousness. Their friend is drawn into the web of carnal delight and their lives are devoted to greater and greater pleasures, ranging from normal sex to the strange pleasures of water sports.
This account of sexual aberration is strictly fictional, but we all know that some of our neighbors and acquaintances are acting out these scenes in their real, everyday lives. In these pages, those of us who've had no firsthand knowledge of these practices can get a glimpse of what goes on behind the drawn drapes of middle America, perhaps in homes very near your own.
�The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Every morning when she entered Jack's room, Karen knew immediately that he had pissed his bed again.
After all these years, her son still pissed in his bed, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She didn't know what caused it, was too embarrassed to talk to someone about it. She tried, once, to talk to her friend, Joan, but was blushing before she could start.
In a way, Karen couldn't understand her own reaction to this. She could openly talk about anything with Joan, including her most intimate sexual secrets, but she was embarrassed about this particular thing. Karen found it sometimes amusing that she could not discuss this with Joan. After all, everyone pissed. It was a normal, healthy act. Perhaps it was because Jack pissed in his bed at his age, and then perhaps . . . but she didn't want to even think about that.
Stripping his bed, she replaced the soiled sheets with fresh sheets and then carried the wet ones to the laundry area in the garage. She started the washer going and returned to the house. She always left her son's room until last, but not for any particular reason.
Later, she soaked in a bath of hot water scented with oils and bubbles. It was her best time of day, the morning hours while he was at school. She could be alone in the house, walk about naked if she wanted to, and she often did.
Slumping in the water, Karen bent her knees upward, running her hands along her flat stomach beneath the surface of the water. She liked to feel her flesh. It was very smooth and creamy, almost like feeling satin, she thought. Cupping her tits, she found, again, they were as firm and shapely as they had been when she was in high school. They were spongy, but firm to her fingers, and her nipples were a light-brown color, very sensitive when her fingers lightly brushed them.
She watched her nipples become hard as she caressed the flesh with feathery touches. When they began to tingle, she started twisting them gently, watching them suddenly twist back into shape as she released them. Karen enjoyed fondling herself as she bathed. It soothed her and gave her a delightful feeling. She had long ago admitted to her erotic desires, and she fantasized most nights.
She had even discussed some of her fantasies with Joan, who also shared. They had talked and laughed over some of the things their erotic minds came up with. Joan was not the least hesitant to let Karen know when her cunt was wet and hot as they talked, arid she would writhe and squirm her ass. Joan was uninhibited, much more than Karen, but still they complemented each other very well.
Sliding her right hand slowly down her creamy stomach beneath the water, Karen shivered as she recalled, again, their talk of two days ago. Not the talk, specifically, but what her close friend had done as the talk grew more and more lurid.
Karen's fingers caressed through the light brown hair of her cunt, seeking her puffy pussy. Feeling her cunt and working a finger in were things she often did while bathing and at night before going to sleep. She enjoyed making herself come, but wished she had someone as a partner, someone she could touch and would touch her. The fact that it did not matter if her partner was a male or female did not bother her in the least. Karen had long ago decided she would be delighted to get involved with another woman. There was something appealing about the softness of a woman's body, as opposed to the hard, angular lines of a male, But she also enjoyed the hardness of a man, too.
Karen had handled a lot of cocks and beautiful balls, but she had never touched another woman . . . only herself. She knew, though, that touching another woman would be as exciting to her as being with a man. She found many of her fantasies concerning women, pretending her partner's body was that of an eager, willing, beautiful female. She admitted to herself that she was a bit kinky in her sexual desires, but she wasn't ashamed of them. They were private to her, and no one knew of them. She wondered, at times, how kinky Joan really was. Joan took delight in detailing her casual one-night fucks to her, describing the size and length of a man's cock, the size of his balls, the way he fucked her, whether he wanted her to suck his cock off.
All those conversations turned Karen on, and she would imagine it all in vivid detail at night as she slowly stroked her own cunt, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm.
Her fingers were sliding up and down the softness of her cunt now, rubbing gently but firmly. She was tingling so nicely by the time she worked her middle finger into the tight heat of her cunt. As she fucked her finger back and forth slowly, she pressed the heel of her hand upon her now-distended clit, creating a wonderful pressure. She lifted her hips from the water so she could see the thick tangle of cunt hair. Her other hand massaged and squeezed a firm tit, sliding from one to the other. She twisted her hips in gentle movement as she finger fucked herself.
This was a morning activity for Karen, something she did each and every morning after straightening up the house while Jack was off to school.
There was no reason for Karen to finger fuck herself in this manner, other than her preference. She was fully aware that she could, anytime she wanted, attract almost any man she desired. But Karen finger fucked herself out of preference because she enjoyed fantasizing as she did. With a man she would be unable to draw up her vivid images; he would want to talk too damn much.
She was an inch or so taller than the average woman, but was by no means heavy. She was, in fact, slender, yet filled out in the way a woman should be filled out. Her tits were well rounded, jutting out from her chest like two succulent hills topped with teasing nipples. Her skin, an old ivory sort of color, was textured like satin, without a visible blemish.
Karen had a most beautiful face, a face that would look fantastic on the cover of any magazine. Her eyes were a dark brown. They were wide spaced and warm looking, and when she was aroused they would sparkle with the inner heat of her body. Her nose was small and straight, with dainty nostrils. Some would say her mouth was a bit wide, but it wasn't, not really. Her lips were full and moist, naturally pink. They were, as her ex-husband used to tell her often, the lips of an insatiable cocksucker. He had told her a man could get a hard-on just looking at her lips and knowing how hot and wet they would be around his cock.
Karen licked at her lips as she slowly finger fucked her cunt, smiling to herself. It was probably true that she loved to suck hard cocks, but she wasn't insatiable about it. After all, her cunt needed cock just as much as her mouth did, and she was often confused where she wanted a hard cock most, mouth or cunt.
Karen's waist was small, her stomach flat. Her hips rounded out nicely to very long, slender thighs and curvy calves. The triangle of light-brown hair on her cunt was thick, hiding her puffy pussy lips. It formed a perfect, flawless shape, as if designed as a frame for her cunt.
Her ass was shapely and very tight. The cheeks of her ass swelled outward, sloping naturally, then fucking to her thighs sharply. When she walked, her ass swayed, flexing naturally. When she wore a tight dress or very short, very tight shorts, the cheeks of her ass drew the eyes of men and women alike.
Fucking her middle finger slowly in and out of her cunt, she lowered her ass under the water again. She had been very close to coming when she decided to wait. Quickly finishing her bath, she toweled herself with a huge terry cloth towel, then nakedly walked into her bedroom. Her bed was huge, with the head being one floor-to-ceiling mirror. It was a holdover from her marriage and a husband who had liked to watch them fuck. Although Karen had never admitted to her husband that she, too, enjoyed the mirror as much as he did, she most certainly did love to watch their naked bodies squirming and twisting about as they fucked in a heated frenzy.
She placed a folded pillow beneath her naked ass, then drew three beneath her head. She looked in the mirror, seeing her reflection. Her legs were bent at the knees, and they were swung wide. The lips of her cunt were framed by light-brown hair on each side. She could see the wetness of her cunt glistening, could see the throbbing tip of her sensitive clit. She could look at herself this way for a long time, letting her passions grow and bubble. It was not that she was narcissistic�she loved to look at any naked body, male or female. She especially loved to look between their legs, and, after her divorce, Karen had bought through the mail magazines of men and women in just such poses. She found the beauty of a cunt as appealing as a man's hard cock and those precious balls beneath. She found the appeal of muscular ass cheeks as good to her as the fine, soft, rounded ass cheeks of a pretty woman.
There was something about sexy sights that created an intense, thrilling, shivering pleasure in her own body. Looking between a man or woman's legs, seeing a lovely, succulent, syrupy sweet cunt, all that soft curly pussy hair and the small clit, or the hard cock of a man, the head swollen, his piss hole flaring, his hairy balls below . . . it would sometimes cause her to come just looking at them. Karen could look at the pictures for hours upon hours. Then she became tired of them, and found she wanted to see the real thing.
But she had only herself to look at.
She would gaze at her naked reflection in the mirror of her bedroom and pretend she was looking between the thighs of another woman, sometimes even the thighs of her friend, Joan. But Joan was a beautiful honey blonde, and Karen actually thought about dying her cunt hair to blonde, but discarded the idea. Then, seeing an ad in a magazine, she had sent for a realistic-looking rubber cock. Strapping the fake prick around her small waist, she would gaze at her mirror and pretend she was looking between the legs of a man.
This, naturally, led to using the rubber cock. She enjoyed watching herself in the mirror as she fucked the huge thing inside her cunt and fuck in and out. There were times she would come while fucking herself, but mostly because of her voyeurism, she suspected, and not because of the rubber cock. She had even tried to suck on the dildo, watching herself in the mirror, but it was not only too thick, but it tasted like rubber. She satisfied herself by working the cock into her wet cunt and then licking up the fuck juices.
The rubber cock was a bit thicker and longer than the average man's cock, but her cunt could take it, although it stretched her- cunt almost painfully. She could not take the full length of the dildo and almost wished she had bought the smaller version.
Her eyes became smoky as she looked at her cunt in the mirror. She brushed her hands through the brown curls and let her imagination go. She fantasized about many things, the images flowing from men to women, or rather, from cunts to cocks arid balls. But, although her mind was erotically active, her gaze remained upon her own cunt in the mirror.
She rubbed her swollen clit with the tip of a finger, brushing lightly. The heat was starting to boil within her body now, and after a while she fucked her middle finger into her cunt and finger fucked herself, watching her pink moist pussy lips cling to her finger. When her finger was thoroughly wet, she withdrew her finger and brought it to her mouth. Then, as she shoved the finger of her other hand up her pussy and fucked it in and out, she licked at her cunt-wet finger with a long tongue.
She alternated this, bringing first one finger to her mouth, then the other. As she did this, she fantasized about Joan, her very close friend. She knew Joan had been involved with other women before. Joan made no bones about it, extolling the pleasure she had had while sucking and licking another woman's cunt. After she had detailed every bit of it to Karen, Joan had offered to suck Karen's cunt, but Karen, suddenly embarrassed, had refused.
Joan was ten years younger than she but was just as beautiful. At twenty-three, Joan was sought after by many men, but she dated selectively.
"It depends on how kinky they want to get," she had told Karen. "The kinkier, the better. I don't want any of this in and out fucking shit. I want to try it all. Hanging by my knees over the porch, even."
That didn't make much sense to Karen. For one thing, there was no porch. She knew it was just a figure of speech but it was one more clue of how kinky Joan was.
Now, as she finger fucked herself, Karen pretended she was fucking Joan's cunt. She wished she had let the lovely young woman lick her when the offer had been made. She had never been with a woman in her life, but Karen knew she was ready for it�her magazines had told her that. It was only a very short step from looking at a pussy and taking delight in it, to putting her mouth upon one and sucking.
She tried to imagine what it would feel like, a wet cunt against her mouth. She wondered if the curly hairs would tickle her nose, how far she could fuck her tongue in, what it would taste like to suck and lick Joan's glistening clit. She had not seen Joan's cunt, but she already knew it would be beautiful.
Turning her mind from Joan, Karen imagined being with a man, a man who was watching her finger fuck herself, his cock very hard, jerking about and dripping thick fuck juice onto her tits. She fantasized of looking up at the cock and balls dangling above her face. She imagined the man lowering his hairy balls to her mouth. She pretended she was licking them as her finger fucked in and out of her cunt, the man watching in the mirror. She would lick at his balls with her hot wet tongue, then take those precious balls between her lips and suck them, twisting her naked ass about so the man could see how hot she was. She would moan and whimper as she sucked his balls, and he would be jacking on his cock at the same time.
It would be so good.
Then the man would point the head of his cock toward her gaping mouth, letting jizz drip over her tongue and down her throat as he ran his fist back and forth over that beautiful hard prick of his.
She began to fuck her finger faster and faster into her cunt. She closed her eyes. Her vision had blurred and she could no longer see her reflection. Her mind kept seeing the cock held above her open mouth. Her finger fucked swiftly, the heel of her hand smashing into her writhing clit. She twisted her naked ass about, lifting and swinging her hips around in tight circles. She was squealing now, squealing with the building pressure of her swiftly approaching orgasm.
In her mind, the swollen cock was just inches from her open mouth, the unknown man jerking off with a tight fist. Her tongue came out of her mouth as she attempted to lick at his imaginary cock, licking up the falling drops of his precious cock slime.
Then Karen came.
Her cunt clamped about her finger. Her pussy was hot, wet, slippery, the contractions strong. She shot her cunt up onto her finger as she came, grunts of ecstasy bubbling from her open mouth. At the instant of her orgasm, her mind caused the fantasy cock to squirt. The prick was coming with thick globs, shooting come juice directly into her open mouth, filling it, coating her tongue. It was so real she thought she could taste the sweet come juice.
Slowly, still panting, she lowered her ass to the pillow, her finger still inside her cunt, feeling the convulsions slowly recede. Pulling her finger out of her grasping cunt, she brought it to her mouth and licked slowly, tasting the juices of her own pussy with delight.
After a while, she sat up and swung her long legs over the bed, her flawless tits heaving slowly now. Her eyes glowed and gleamed with the pleasure still flooding her naked body.
Finally she stood up, finding her legs weak, as they always were. She walked slowly, trying to keep from stumbling, to her dresser where she sat and began to brush her long�long hair. Her cunt still throbbed in a delicious way, and she squeezed her thighs together. After finishing with her hair, she pulled on a pair of frilly bikini panties, snapping them about her hips. Taking a T-shirt from a drawer, she pulled it over her head, being careful not to muss her freshly brushed hair. Her tits stood out, almost naked against the tight T-shirt. They were molded to perfection, her nipples obvious. Taking a pair of tight jeans, she stepped into them, adjusting the tight crotch against her cunt and clit. The jeans shaped and molded her lovely ass fantastically. She presented her back to the wall mirror, looking over her shoulder. Waggling her ass teasingly, she giggled at her appearance.
She went to the kitchen and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. While she sat drinking a cup, she realized what had been nagging at the back of her mind.
Jack pissed his bed almost every single night, but she had never discovered his wet shorts. She knew her son slept in his shorts, but she had never seen them when she straightened his room. And she had never found wet shorts in the laundry hamper. In fact, his shorts were never wet, always dry.
It was a puzzle to her.
She went to his room and searched but found only a pair of dry shorts in the corner. This could only mean one thing�her son was taking his shorts off before he went to bed, sleeping naked.
CHAPTER TWO
Karen usually checked on her son just before she went to bed. He had always been in his shorts when she looked in. The nights were still quite warm, and he usually slept outside his sheets.
And he had always been asleep when she looked in on him.
But was he really asleep? Maybe he woke up in the night and removed his shorts. But why would he do that? It just didn't make any sense to her. She decided that it would be clear to her if she could keep her eye on him at night. She would stay awake and look in on him every half hour or so until she knew why his shorts were always dry but his bed wet.
Maybe Joan would know the answers to this, but before she talked about it with her, Karen would have to understand her own reasons for blushing over it.
After dinner, she watched television while her son sprawled on the floor, doing his homework. She looked at his back, seeing if he needed his hair cut again. He wore a T-shirt, his jeans faded, but still wearable. She realized just how big he was getting. Her gaze moved to his ass, and Karen was surprised to find her cunt starting to throb. She wondered what her son's ass was like without those jeans on. That made her wonder about his cock, how hard his prick became, the size of his balls, whether he had hair on them yet. That made her wonder if he could come.
The tingle between her legs was surprising to her. She had never looked at her son and felt desire, but now she was, and her desire was very strong. It didn't make any sense to her, not a bit. But desire was there, and her cunt was starting to burn with some strange anticipation. Her eyes gazed at his ass again, her mind seeing it naked, his ass cheeks beautiful. There was a slight itch in her hands, her palms, and she admitted to herself she would like to stroke his ass, feel him without his clothes on. The ringing of the phone broke her thoughts, and she spoke to Joan for awhile, but her eyes remained fixed on her son's ass. She noticed he would squirm now and then, flexing his ass cheeks. She wondered if he was excited, if his cock was hard and he was pressing against the carpet to make his prick feel even better.
By the time she hung up the phone, she couldn't remember anything of the conversation. She found herself becoming more and more excited as she looked at her son's ass. It was almost as if he were trying to fuck the goddamn floor, she thought.
At ten that night, Jack put away his school work and kissed his mother's cheek. "I'm sleepy . . . I guess I better get to bed," he mumbled.
She caressed his arm, looking at his handsome young face for a moment. As her son left the room, she found her gaze on his ass again. When he was gone, she shoved her hand between her thighs and pressed at the tight crotch of her jeans, knowing she would be finger fucking again when she was in bed. She knew it would be, this time, her son she fantasized about.
Oddly enough, that didn't bother her at all. But it did make her feel more excited. She became so excited, in fact, that she came while still sitting there, waiting for him to fall asleep so she could look in on him.
An hour later, an excruciatingly long hour, she stood up and moved down the hall. She listened outside his closed door but heard nothing. She opened his door quietly and peeked in. As usual his nightlight was on. Jack was sprawled out on his back, and he was wearing his shorts.
Nothing at all different.
She went to her room, undressing and pulling on a gown. Normally she was naked in her bed, but she would be looking in on her son throughout the night and felt it would be best to have something on. She waited a half hour, then returned to his room. The door was still open as she had left it, but this time when she looked in, her son had the sheet up to his waist. She saw his shorts at the foot of the bed and wondered why he had taken them off.
She did not go back to her room but instead leaned against the wall outside his door, listening closely. She knew, somehow, that her son was not asleep now. After a minute or so, she peered around the door again.
Karen's eyes went huge.
Jack had shoved the sheet to his feet. He was on his back, his cock standing up very hard. He was gripping his prick in one hand, holding his balls with the other. He was pumping his fist on his cock, slow and deliberate. Karen stared at her son's cock, feeling her cunt throbbing hotter than in years.
Jack's cock was longer and thicker than she had expected. Somehow, it seemed too big a cock for a boy of his age. His balls were nice sized, too. There was hair at the base of his cock but not too much, she noted. His swollen cock head glistened in the light of his dim nightlight, and she was sure she saw his prick dripping, but then again that could be her overly active imagination.
As she watched him, his fist sped up. He arched his young ass up from the bed, jacking off. Karen found herself intensely excited. She pressed her hand between her thighs, shoving hard at her cunt through the gown. Her eyes were glazed with steaming desire, unable to stop looking at his young cock as he jerked his fist up and down. He held his balls, she noticed, caressing them as he jacked off. He was also staring at his prick, his mouth open, gasping in his efforts.
Suddenly, Jack came.
Karen gasped, unable to choke the sound back. She saw come juice spurt from his cock, fly into the air a good six inches, then splatter down onto his stomach. Time and again he came, the come juice spurting up and then falling to his body. Jack was squeezing his balls tightly as he pumped his fist furiously on his gushing cock. He was grunting with his self induced ecstasy, and Karen had to lean against the jamb when her legs started shaking. She pressed hard at her cunt.
The excitement rumbling through her was strangely pleasant. She could feel the throbbing of her cunt, the deep burning. Her clit seemed impossibly swollen, as hard as her son's cock had been. She was acutely aware of her hard nipples, of the tingling sensations of her swollen tits.
Jack had relaxed on his bed, still gripping his balls, still caressing his cock. Karen watched, leaning against the door jamb, obviously visible if her son should glance in her direction. But at the moment she wasn't thinking at all about him discovering her there. Her eyes remained in that glassy state, and everything seemed fuzzy, with the exception of her son's cock and balls and the glistening of his come juice. She was very near orgasm, and just from seeing what Jack had done, watching his come juice spurt, seeing his beautiful cock, his sweet, precious balls.
He fondled himself for some time, and she wondered if perhaps he was going to jack off again. After a few minutes, she decided all he would do now was play with himself in a gentle way. She started to turn and head back to her own room, but she was reluctant to go away. She wanted to stay and look at his cock and balls, to let her pussy's boiling heat bubble over into orgasm while looking at him.
He was now holding his cock at the base, holding his prick so the cock head stood up. He continued cupping his balls. And then it happened.
Jack began to piss.
Karen could hardly believe it. He was on his back, holding his cock, pissing into the air. Of course it fell back onto his body, soaking him. But Jack seemed to enjoy it . . . he kept pissing and pissing.
She watched the stream spurt into the air, arc over and finally splash back onto his stomach. It fascinated her.
Then Karen came.
Her orgasm came suddenly, swiftly. She had been feeling it there, bubbling away for some time but now she came. The lips of her cunt contracted as the heated ecstasy flooded her body. She felt the intensity of her orgasm burn through her, her hand pressing hard upon her convulsing cunt.
And Jack pissed
And his mother came.
She had discovered why his bed was wet each morning, why his shorts never were.
Karen thought about it the next morning after her son had gone to school. Obviously, Jack enjoyed pissing on himself. She tried to understand the appeal of that, but it was difficult. She knew her orgasm had exploded at the sight of him pissing, but felt it was because she had already been so damned hot and ready to come from watching him jack off. It was something she could not understand herself. It was something she needed assistance with, to talk about, to try and understand.
She had no one to talk with, not about such an intimate thing. Except . . . Joan. But it would be embarrassing to Karen. Why she could not talk about this with Joan, after all the other very intimate talks they had, Karen wasn't sure. She and Joan could talk openly about their sexual fantasies, become aroused, giggle and enjoy such talk . . . but this?
By noon she was almost a nervous wreck. Karen had drunk two full pots of coffee, and the coffee had stimulated her more than usual. She could not get the image of her son's cock and balls out of her mind. Although she admitted to herself the excitement she had felt watching him jack off and then come, she tried to suppress the fact that she had come at the time he was pissing on himself.
Finally she could stand it no longer. She called Joan.
Joan lived alone a couple of doors down. She had never been married, had no children, but never seemed to lack funds. Karen knew the beautiful woman received money each week from her parents, and that seemed to be her sole means of support. Apparently it was adequate for Joan's needs.
Karen bathed and dressed in tight shorts and a sparkling white T-shirt, her tits and nipples outlined. There was nothing unusual about what she wore. Most of the women in her area dressed this way on the warm days. She locked the house and walked slowly to Joan's home down the block.
Joan must have just gotten out of bed, she thought. She was still dressed in a frilly baby doll gown with bikini panties. Karen had seen such nightwear in certain shops and advertised in magazines. They were all designed to arouse and excite.
Joan's honey-blonde hair was mussed, but her face was freshly scrubbed. Even without makeup, Joan was beautiful, looking as though she should still be in school herself. Her twinkling blue eyes smiled as she greeted Karen. Karen could see the naked shape of Joan's tits through the sheer gown, see those rubbery pink nipples standing up succulently. The bottom of the gown fell to Joan's hips, leaving her long, exciting thighs bare. The tight bikini panties concealed nothing. Her golden cunt hair was a shadow through the sheer material.
"What if I had been the milkman, or the paperboy?" Karen laughed as she entered.
"That's their problem." Joan grinned. "Like they say, when rape is going on, have a ball, baby."
"I think you might just rape one of them," Karen laughed.
"What do you mean, rape one of them? I'd rape all of them. No sense in stopping with just one."
"They must be damned cute," Karen said, sitting on the couch.
"They would be," Joan replied, "if I had a milkman or a paperboy. You gotta take it when you can, you know."
Karen found herself a bit nervous as she watched Joan sit in a chair across from her. Joan was not in the least modest. She sat with her ass slumped forward on the cushions, her enticing thighs wide open. Golden pussy hair swirled from the tightness of her panties. Karen found herself gazing between Joan's thighs, almost as if transfixed by the beauty of what she was seeing. Karen was aware of a dull throbbing in her own cunt. She sat with her knees together, her back straight.
"I sense you have something to talk about, Karen," Joan said. "Might as well say what it is and get it over with."
Karen stumbled over the words, feeling heat grow on her cheeks. It was silly�she had always been able to talk openly with Joan, but this was different. Joan sat patiently, waiting until Karen managed to get it all out.
"Why should that bother you?" Joan asked. "If Jack wants to pump on his little cock, let him�"
"It's not so little," Karen broke in, then flushed.
"Ah-ha! You liked it, huh? Come on, Karen, tell me all of it. Don't hold anything back. This is me, remember?"
Karen explained her excitement, and then, with a burning face, told of Jack pissing.
Joan did not laugh. Somehow Karen was expecting her to laugh, but all she did was sit there with those fantastic thighs wide apart and listen. Karen waited, hardly breathing, unable to look up at Joan's beautiful face. She knew she was staring at Joan's cunt, but like the night before looking at her son's cock, she could not pull her gaze away. Joan's golden hair seemed to glitter, and the well-tanned flesh of those inner thighs made Karen lick her lips. The heat within her body began to steam, centered between her own thighs, and she wondered if the crotch of her shorts were becoming wet. She had not put panties on.
''So what happened then? Joan asked finally.
Karen heard the lowered voice, heard the husky quality of it. She shivered.
"Well?"
"I - . . I . . . " Karen blushed furiously.
"You came, didn't you, honey?" Joan asked. "You came when your son started pissing, right?"
Karen swallowed and nodded her head jerkily.
A low, throaty chuckle came from Joan. "Nothing wrong there, Karen," she said, her voice quite low now. "All that means is you were so excited you couldn't help it. Nothing to be ashamed about,"
"I'm not ashamed of it," Karen said. "I just don't understand it, that's all. Why did I come then, not when he was jacking off or coming on his stomach?"
"I think pissing turns you on," Joan said.
"That's ridiculous," Karen murmured, without conviction in her voice. "Totally ridiculous!"
"Is it?" Joan teased softly, opening and closing her legs. "I don't think it's ridiculous at all, honey. What s wicked to one is erotic and exciting to another."
"Have you ever watched a boy piss?" Karen asked.
Joan shook her head. "But I've seen girls. You know, high school and all that."
"Did it . . . well, did it excite you?"
"It sure did," Joan admitted, swinging her legs open and shut.
"Make you come?"
"Right," Joan confessed.
Karen watched those slender thighs moving, saw the flash of tight bikini panties, her friend's golden cunt hair.
"Come on," Joan said, suddenly getting to her feet.
"Where?"
"We're going to find out if pissing really makes your pussy boil, that's where."
"Oh, no!" Karen said. "I don't think I want to know for sure, Joan. Besides, you're well, you're not a guy, not my son."
Joan took her hand and dragged her to her feet, then down the hall. Karen followed, pulling back, but at the same time feeling excitement building within her body. Joan pulled her into the bathroom. Karen was shaking when Joan turned and, with blazing blue eyes gazing at her, stripped her panties from her hips. She untied the string at her neck and let the baby doll fall to the floor. Karen had never seen Joan naked, and her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the beauty of the girl. Those rounded tits arched out in two points, the pink nipples looking like pink cotton candy. Her golden triangle was lush, glittering like gold in the light. Joan stood for a moment, letting Karen look at her.
After a moment, Joan climbed onto the toilet, squatting precariously, her knees very wide apart. "Come closer, honey," Joan murmured. "You can't see a thing from there."
But Karen could see. She could see the pink and puffy cunt lips of Joan, framed by that golden pussy hair. She could see the tip of Joan's clit, glistening moistly. She could see those succulent tits and sweet nipples. Her cunt was burning like fire, tingling and throbbing until her whole body was trembling. Karen was breathing in short gasps, unable to suck in enough air.
Joan grinned at Karen's expression. "Nice, huh?" she asked huskily. "You ever see another woman this way before, honey?"
"God, no!" Karen managed, her eyes glassy with a strange excitement.
"No, never!"
"Like it?"
Karen nodded her head.
"Pretty, huh?" Joan ran her hands underneath and used her fingers to part the hair, her cunt lips spreading. "I have a lovely cunt, don't I?"
Karen couldn't reply. Air was caught in her chest, hurting her, feeling like a balloon about to burst. Her legs shook, and she leaned against the wall, staring at Joan's cunt. She began to sink slowly to the floor, unable to stand.
From her now-sitting position, she was looking directly up and into Joan's cunt. She was only two or three feet away, and every detail was clear to her. Joan's cunt was moist with fuck juices, and the clit was longer than her own.
"Now, you watch, honey," Joan said in a very low voice. She began to piss.
A low moan escaped Karen's mouth as she watched Joan pissing into the toilet. Her eyes glazed, but she could see Joan's cunt clearly. It was almost the way it had been last night with her son. Everything else became fuzzy except that beautiful golden-haired cunt pissing. All that was amazingly clear to her.
Karen's cunt throbbed so very hard, so very deliciously, and her tits had become very swollen. She stared at Joan as the girl pissed, not at all aware that she was licking her lips. She felt as if she would come strongly, the way she had come last night. Her knees were drawn up to her tits, and she moved her right hand down the back of her thigh, not realizing what she was doing.
Joan saw what Karen was doing, though, and a wicked smile spread over her lovely face. She saw Karen barely touch her thigh, then move a finger along the edge of her shorts, finally rubbing at the tight crotch, her brown eyes hazy with intense desire,
Karen stared at Joan pissing, moving her finger up and down the tight crotch of her shorts, licking at her lips and Feeling as if she were about to burst into an orgasm, an orgasm that would shatter every nerve of her body.
With a final squirt, Joan finished pissing but remained in her squatting position. Karen saw Joan move a hand between her thighs, and then caress her golden-haired cunt. She made a soft whining sound as she saw Joan rub the swollen clit, then press her middle finger into her pussy. Karen watched Joan finger fuck herself slowly. Then Joan moved, stepping from the toilet carefully.
"Well?" Joan asked in a very low voice "What happened? Did you come?"
Karen didn't hear Joan.
She sat on the floor, staring at that enticing triangle of cunt hair, seeing Joan's puffy pussy lips, pressing a finger against her tight shorts, feeling her own cunt boiling.
Joan stood, looking down at her friend. The expression on Karen's face told her all she needed to know. It was very obvious that Karen was excited, so excited and aroused she couldn't talk. Slowly she parted her legs, standing with her feet about two inches apart, arching her hips forward.
Karen watched Joan reveal her cunt in this lewd way, and again she licked at her lips. She knew what was going to happen next, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was frozen to the floor, sitting there on her ass, her cunt boiling hotly, her eyes unable to tear away from the sweetness of Joan's hairy pussy. She could see a few glistening beads of piss clinging to the golden cunt hairs.
Joan began to inch toward her, her legs wide, her cunt arching outward. Joan lifted her hands and cupped her rounded tits as she looked down into Karen's face. She slowly and suggestively writhed her naked ass, making a slow and wanton motion by pumping her hips back and forth, moving closer and closer and closer to Karen's face.
She stopped, her hairy cunt only inches away from Karen's face flow, gazing with smoldering eyes down at the brown-haired woman.
Karen gazed into Joan's crotch, seeing the wetness of her cunt, the hardness of that succulent clit, the fine silky hairs along each puffy pussy lip.
Joan placed her hand on the back of Karen's head, and began to pull her face between her thighs, bringing it close to her fiery cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
Karen did not resist the pressure of Joan's hand on the back of her head.
She licked at her lips as that cunt came within an inch of her face. She felt Joan's golden pussy hairs tickle her nose, then.
Karen shot her hands up the back of Joan s thighs, moving them on the creamy smooth thigh flesh and then curling her fingers about the shapely tight ass of Joan. At the same time, with a low throaty growl, she pressed her mouth directly against Joan's wet cunt. Karen squealed loudly when Joan pulled tightly at her head, smashing her wet cunt into Karen's mouth. Karen dug her fingers into the tight flesh of Joan's naked ass, kissing hotly at the slippery heat of the woman's hairy cunt.
"Oohhhh, yes!" Joan whimpered, rubbing her cunt into Karen's face. "Ahhh, honey kiss that cunt! Ohhh, that's so fucking nice! Kiss my pussy, Karen! God, I've wanted you to kiss my fucking hot cunt for months!"
Karen pulled at Joan's tight ass, holding the woman's wet cunt against her mouth, her lips parting and her tongue darting upwards. She tasted the slippery heat of Joan's pussy with the tip of her tongue, then, with a whimper of mindless passion, she plunged her tongue as deep into the tight heat of Joan's pussy as she could. She swirled her tongue about the wet inner cunt lips, tasting the juices, licking at them. She began to suck with her lips on Joan's cunt lips, moaning softly but with increasing passion. Karen squeezed the naked cheeks of Joan's ass, her tongue fucking in and out of her friend's fiery cunt now, fucking up and down.
She was aware of the gurgling encouragement coming from Joan above her, and she opened her eyes and gazed up past the thick pussy hair, seeing those blue eyes sparkling with passion down at her. The softness of Joan's cunt against her mouth was different, but Karen found herself thrilled by it. The taste of this dripping cunt sent chills of erotic ecstasy through her, and she clawed even harder at the woman's curvy, smooth ass cheeks, trying to devour Joan's succulent, sugary cunt with open lips and fucking tongue.
Joan, standing straddle-legged above Karen's face, twisted and churned about, grinding her cunt into Karen's sucking and licking mouth with hot motions, gurgling throatily. She clung to the back of Karen's head with both hands now, rubbing her seeping cant up and down, back and forth.
Karen cupped the flexing cheeks of Joan's ass, holding her tightly, snapping her tongue up and down, licking hungrily at the sugary cunt, moaning softly as her own pussy boiled maddeningly inside her tight shorts. She gripped Joan's throbbing clitoris between' her lips and sucked hard. Karen flapped the tip of her tongue against her friend's clit, making loan squeal with ecstasy.
"Wait!" Joan groaned. "Oh, God, Karen, wait!"
Karen's tongue became still, and she gazed up with steamy eyes, wondering why Joan wanted her to stop. Joan gently pulled her cunt away from Karen's mouth. She looked down at the lovely face, seeing it smeared with the juices of her cant. She squatted before Karen, holding Karen's face between her hands tenderly. As her mouth came close to Karen's, pursed lips, her cunt lips contacted, and with soft mewls, they began licking at each other's tongue. While Karen was sucking at Joan's tongue, Joan lowered her hands and cupped Karen's tits, feeling them through the tight T-shirt. Karen moaned softly and, as Joan withdrew her tongue, followed it with her own. Joan sucked at her tongue hotly while her hands caressed and fondled Karen's tits, Karen trembled with heat when Joan moved a hot hand along her thigh, then pressed at Karen's crotch.
"We've got to take these off, Karen," Joan whispered in a low voice. "I can't feel you up with these fucking shorts on!"
Karen was in an erotic daze, and could not remember, later, how her shorts were removed. It didn't matter. She was naked from the waist down, on her knees on the bathroom floor. Joan lifted her T-shirt arid ran her wet tongue about her nipples, sucking on them tenderly, her hands moving and feeling about her ass and between her thighs and working a finger into her cunt and fucking it up and down and kissing her mouth and sucking her tits and then Karen was on her back on the floor, her legs parted wide. Joan was straddling her face, twisted around so she was leaning over Karen's bushy cunt. Karen watched the lovely creaminess of Joan's ass spread as she leaned over, Karen ran her hands up the smooth thighs of Joan, then she cupped that sweet, naked ass with both palms. She felt Joan's breath searing her cunt, and then, as Joan fucked her tongue into her cunt, Karen lifted her hips and began to grind her pussy into Joan's cunt-sucking face with soft excited squeals. She peered into the soaking cunt of Joan, saw the pucker of her tight asshole, the glistening invitation of her throbbing clit, and rammed her face eagerly into Joan's hair-lined cunt, sucking and licking as wildly and hungrily as Joan was.
When Joan began to beat up and down against Karen's lips with her dripping, hairy emit, Karen whimpered with passion and sucked hard, her tongue constantly licking and darting. She clawed at Joan's naked wiggling ass, her mouth wide open as her tongue fucked deeply, then sucked. Karen lifted her own hips, twisting hard into Joan's licking face, squealing into the golden-haired cunt with intense ecstasy.
Both women licked and sucked with mindless passion, their tongues tasting deeply, their lips sucking on swollen knobby clits, their hands holding naked ass cheeks tightly as they sucked and licked and gurgled with the ecstasy their bodies were experiencing. The wet slurping sounds filled the small bathroom, creating even more passion for them. Karen shoved her face hard into Joan's cunt, fucking her tongue very deep, wiggling it about, making Joan toss her naked ass about in tight, steamy circles. As she sucked and licked, Karen squeezed at the naked cheeks of the tight creamy ass above her. She could feel, as Joan wiggled and churned, her nose brushing at the hot pucker of Joan's asshole. There were times when she thought Joan was licking at her asshole, but she couldn't be sure. It seemed Joan's tongue was everywhere in her crotch, from her steaming pulsating clit, the puffy lips of her hairy cunt, the flexing rim of her asshole, then back again.
Joan began. to fuck frantically into Karen's face, whimpering in a muffled way. Karen realized her friend was about to come and, with a wild scream of her own, plunged her tongue deep, fucking in and out as her lips sucked Joan's slippery cunt lips hard. She tongue fucked Joan in a frenzy, her own pussy about to explode into the hungry mouth of Joan.
When she came, Karen slammed her spasming cunt hard into Joan's sucking mouth, squealing with ecstasy as she tongue-fucked the golden-haired cunt even harder and faster. When she heard�and felt�Joan groan, felt Joan's wet cunt closing in contractions about her tongue, Karen worked her tongue as fast as she could. It felt as if Joan's convulsing cunt was sucking at her tongue, trying to draw it deeper into the steamy, liquid depths. Joan's orgasm was so strong that Karen's mind reeled with ecstasy. Both of them were frantic now, eating and sucking and squealing and licking at each other's cunt like two starved animals, bringing each other to orgasm after orgasm.
Finally Karen could take it no more. She slumped her naked ass to the cool floor of the bathroom, her legs going weak, wide apart. Her hands dropped from the creamy ass of Joan, her tongue pulling free of the woman's clasping Cunt lips.
Joan rested on top of her, and Karen found it delightful to feel her chin now pressing against that still-wet pussy. She caressed the shapely ass tenderly, feeling the inner thighs of Joan's legs against her face as the woman stretched them out. Her tits were smashed by loan's lower stomach, but even that felt good to her. She was lazily aware of' Joan licking her tongue through her thick brown cunt hair, sucking on the strands, then licking about her thighs and rimming along the triangle of cunt hair.
After a while Joan rolled from Karen and sat up, leaning against the cupboard of the sink. Karen looked at her, seeing the wetness on Joan's face, glistening in the light. Her own face, she thought, was probably smeared with cunt-juice, too.
She smiled nervously at Joan.
"God, was that good, Karen!"
Karen nodded.
"You know I've been wanting this for a long time, don't you?" Joan smiled. nodded again.
"And, baby, you are one damn good cunt licker, let me tell you! Are you sure you've never sucked cunt before? I don't believe it at all . . . you ate my fucking cunt until it's raw! God, but that was fantastic! I must have come a dozen times, honey."
"I think I did, too," Karen said, her voice low. "I thought I'd never stop cumming."
"Well, what about it?" Joan asked.
"What about what?"
Joan laughed. "You've already forgot about it? Come on, did it turn you on watching me piss?"
Karen nodded her head. She was no longer embarrassed. After all, she thought, we've just sucked the hell out of each other's cunts, so what's to be embarrassed about? "Yes, it turned me on. It made me damned hot, to be frank."
"Then we've answered your question, haven't we?"
"I don't remember any questions," Karen said, rolling onto her stomach and resting her head on her arms, facing Joan. She gazed at the woman's blonde-haired mint, seeing the sheer beauty, the finely sculptured pussy lips and the soft curling cunt hair.
"Well, then." Joan grinned. "At least we know why you came watching Jack piss, don't we? It makes you all hot and gets your cunt nice and wet. So there's nothing to worry about . . . relax and enjoy it, enjoy everything. Don't be a prude, Karen. If you like it, do it.
"But what am I going to do about my son?"
"Join him."
"Joan!" Karen said, shocked. "He's my son, damn it! I couldn't possibly do�"
"Yes, you could," Joan cut in. "I would, I know that. You want to know something; I bet Jack would love it."
"But he's so young!"
"All these young kids are horny, you know," Joan said, twisting at her own nipples. "They all want to fuck . . . Just watch these young studs. They're all walking around with beautiful hard-ons!"
"But Jack is my son!" Karen insisted.
"Does that make him any less horny?" Joan said. "Besides, I didn't say fuck him. I just said join him when he pisses. I have a hunch the kid will go for that."
Karen got up, pulling her shorts up her thighs and wiggling them over her ass. She zipped them, washed her face and, with a naked Joan at her side, left the bathroom. She went to the door, turning to face Joan. Again she was struck by the amazing beauty of the girl, her gaze resting for a moment on those thrusting tits, then falling to the golden curls of the cunt she had so recently tongue fucked hungrily.
"I'll think about it," Karen said.
"If you need any help, want another partner, you just yell for me�I'll fuck his little cock off!"
"You would, wouldn't you?" Karen laughed.
"Just call me and sit back. I'll show you."
Karen spent the rest of the day thinking about what Joan had said. Karen was sure that, if Jack was Joan's son, she wouldn't do it. But then again, maybe she would. She was amazed at how easily Joan had gotten her to suck her cunt.
The evening was a tormenting time for Karen. She couldn't keep her eyes off her son. She was seeing him differently now, most of all the way she had seen him the night before. She found, too, that she could hardly wait for bedtime. She was eagerly anticipating watching him jack off and piss on his stomach again. Her cunt, despite the many orgasms Joan's wonderful tongue had given her, continued to bubble and throb with anticipation.
When she heard the shower going, she had the strongest urge to peek at him then, wondering if he was playing with his cock, maybe pissing on himself in some awkward way. But she resisted looking in on him. She did not want to startle Jack. That might make him be more careful, make him hide, lock his door, or something.
She listened to him from the front room as he prepared for bed. Finally she went to her own room. She bathed in her scented water and spent a long time just drying herself. Naked in her bedroom, she looked at herself in the mirrored wall. She wondered if her son would like her, think she was beautiful. She tried to imagine him touching her tits, caressing her thighs and shapely ass, feeling her hairy cunt.
But . .
She walked about the bedroom, waiting, anxious. When she felt it was safe, she slipped from her room, still naked, and padded silently to her son's door. She opened it a crack after listening for his even breathing. As before, he was sprawled out naked, his shorts at the foot of his bed once more. Tonight, though, he was not jacking off. His cock was very hard, and he was playing more with his balls at the moment. Karen felt a weakness come over her legs, and she stood in the open doorway staring at his prick.
"I didn't say fuck him," Joan had said.
But that was exactly what Karen wanted to do with her son. She wanted his cock inside her boiling cunt, fucking her furiously, fucking in and out of her fiery pussy with those precious balls beating at her churning ass. There was hot fire between her thighs, searing her cunt, making her clit ready to burst. Her fits swelled, thrusting outward with rubbery hard nipples.
She took a deep breath, and stepped into her son's room. "Jack," she whispered. Her son turned and looked at her.
He kept hold of his balls, his cock standing up so firm and strong, the head of his prick swollen, dripping . .. ready . . . jerking . . . throbbing
She stepped closer to him, her eyes burning with desire as she gazed longingly at her son's cock. She was near the bed now, her knees touching the mattress. She looked down at his prick, watching him as he slowly continued to squeeze and twist his balls. She moved her gaze to his face and found his eyes glowing with a smile spreading over his young features. She saw her son move his hand outwards then felt it on her thigh, moving up . . . up, and then between her legs. She felt her son cup her wet cunt, and, as he rubbed her pussy, she mewled softly and leaned over. She closed her fingers around his hard-on, holding his prick tightly, and then she began to pump on his prick, jacking her fist up and down, watching more fuck juice bubble from his piss hole. She felt her son work a finger into her cunt, and she gurgled hotly, spreading her legs for him, pumping faster on his throbbing young cock.
"I didn't say fuck him," Joan had said.
But Karen knew she was going to. She knew she was going to fuck her son . . . soon, tonight. And her son knew she was going to fuck him.
''Jack,'' Karen murmured in a throaty voice, her eyes turned toward his. "Jack - . . oh, darling! Oh, Jack!"
"Mom," he whispered, working his finger deep into her fiery wet cunt. "Oh, Mom!"
Karen was shaking, her legs weak. The throbbing of her cunt was like nothing she had ever felt. Her pussy seemed to close and grip her son's finger, holding it with hairy cunt lips. Her eyes remained trained on his, unmoving but hot and fogged with passion, need, intense desire. Her right hand moved outward, toward his upstanding cock. Jack released his prick, his breath caught in anticipation.
A loud, long hiss came Karen as she closed her fingers about her son's cock. For a moment she held his prick, squeezing, loosening, squeezing. She continued to gaze into his eyes, panting heavily. She moved her hand up and down, stroking her son's cock, finding his prick very hard, very hot. She ran her thumb over his smooth cock head, felt the slippery moisture seeping out of his piss hole, smeared it about his swollen prick head. Her naked body shivered, and her ass jerked, more a tremor really than anything. Jack's finger was still in her pussy, and very gently she moved her hips, fucking his finger with short, slow motions. Her hand on his cock moved up and down, from his smooth prick head to the base, her fingers wrapped very tightly around his beautiful hard cock shaft.
"Darling," she murmured, her voice husky. "Oh, Jack! Oh, baby. I want.. . I need..."
Her cunt was so slippery, so scalding around her son's finger. Her tits seemed to stand out hard, nipples arching upwards, tingling, burning. She stopped moving her fist on his cock, but squeezed enough to make her son grunt. He lifted his ass, writhing his hips as she clung to his cock with desperate desire.
"Mom, please," lie groaned. "I know. let's do . . . please, Mom!"
"Yes," Karen hisse1. "Oh, baby, yes!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen pulled her gaze from her son's flushed face.
She looked down at his cock, watching his prick head swell even more as she squeezed hard, pulling up on his cock shaft. A bead of fuck juice bubbled from his piss hole. She ran her tongue over her lips, swallowing anxiously.
Jack pulled his finger from her pussy. For a moment he rubbed his palm back and forth, feeling the soft heat of her hairy cunt lips, and then he slipped his hand to the back of his thigh, moving up to the curvy sweet naked ass. He pulled at her lips gent her.
Karen moaned, lifting her leg to the bed, her gaze again on his face. She saw the mindless passion in those young eyes, saw the desire on his face, heard his sharp breathing.
She knelt on her knees at his side, still gripping his cock. She saw her son's gaze move to her tits, watched his eyes mist over with erotic sensation. His tongue was pink and wet as he licked his lips. She felt his hand brushing against her flesh. Then he cupped her tit, testing the firmness with his lingers, twisting and pulling her sensitive nipple. Karen moaned with ecstasy when he cupped her tit and squeezed hard. Her nipple burned into his palm. While he felt his mother's firm tit, his hungry gaze roamed her naked body, gazing fixedly at her thick cunt hair, seeing the pink wetness of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Jack!" Karen whimpered, moving her right knee over his thighs, straddling him now. "I can't help it, baby!"
He shifted his eyes to his mother's passion contorted face and gazed at her, his hands holding her hips now. Karen inched her body upwards, shivering when she felt the hard heat of his cock brush her inner thigh. Karen twisted her hips, then stopped when she felt the smooth head of his cock touching the fiery, very wet lips of her cunt. For a long moment she didn't move, enjoying the contact of her son's cock against her hair -rimmed cunt. Mother and son kept looking at each other with smoldering eyes.
Karen moved her crotch now. She felt her son's cock slipping into her cunt, felt her pussy stretching around his prick. Very slowly she lowered her ass, her dark eyes rolling as exquisite sensations flooded her body. When she had the head of his cock inside her cunt, she paused, teasing herself. The hairy lips of her cunt gripped her son s cock with tightness, seeming to squeeze. Karen thought she was going to come immediately.
Very slowly she inched her cunt down onto her son's prick. She saw Jack's expression go through different emotions, his fingers digging into her hips. Drawing her knees up, she sat on his prick, now all the way up her pussy. It seemed to her that Jack's cock was long and thick, stuffing her hot cunt, stretching her pussy deliciously. With her hands on either side of his head, she held herself up, her tits hanging in his face.
Karen wiggled her ass. "Suck my tits, baby,' she said softly, her voice carrying a heavy sigh. "Suck mother's tits, darling!"
Her cunt was flexing around his cock, squeezing with those deep muscles, drawing on his prick. When her son captured a nipple, taking it into his hot mouth, his tongue licking as he began to suck greedily, Karen whined with sudden orgasm. Her cunt gripped her son's cock even tighter, contracting wetly as she came. Her son's hands now cupped the cheeks of her ass, his ups sucking almost frantically on her tit now. Karen's naked body shuddered a few times.
"Ohhh, I came!" she whimpered. "I came, baby!"
She felt Jack arch his hips up, trying to fuck his cock as deep into her tight, fiery cunt as he could.
"Oh, yes, Jack!" she moaned, and she began to fuck him.
She lifted and lowered her naked ass, her cunt riding his throbbing cock. She fucked him slowly, watching as he sucked greedily at her tit. She enjoyed the way his fingers dug into the cheeks of her spreading ass, the way he arched his cock up as she fucked her cunt up and down.
She began to gurgle hotly, her hips moving faster. She was fucking him by twisting her uplifted ass about, running her scalding cunt up and down his cock. She made animal sounds deep in her throat. She could feel every ridge of his hard cock with the sensitive lips of her hungry cunt, feel the beautiful way his prick throbbed so deep in her pussy. While her ass was going up and down, Jack twisted his mouth from side to side, sucking a nipple in turn, licking at her creamy tits with his wet tongue, groaning heavily, pumping his cock up and down, meeting his mother's lunges as she slammed down onto him.
Karen's mind was racing, reeling. Every inch of her heated flesh burned and tingled with intense ecstasy. She wailed and moaned, gurgled and squealed, her mint pounding up and down on her son's cock in a frenzy, then slowing until she was barely moving, her cunt still gripping and flexing. It seemed like Jack was trying to suck her nipples off. He drew them deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling about her creamy tits. His fingers dug into the flesh of her shaking ass with such power, it would have hurt her if she had not been so aroused, so excited. What his squeezing fingers did was to increase the bubbling ecstasy of her cunt, her tits, her whole body.
She felt her second orgasm welling up, filling like a balloon. She began to squeal as her naked ass beat up and down, her cunt fucking his cock faster and harder. The frenzy of her hips caused Jack to arch up, unable to fuck up and down with her. She fucked him so swiftly he could not keep up.
"I'm going to . . . do it . . . again!" Karen wailed. "I'm going to come again! Ohhh, fuck me, darling! Fuck me hard! Fuck mother! Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck mother!"
Her cunt convulsed.
The hairy pussy lips closed tightly about the base of his cock when she came then started a flexing, sucking, drawing motion. Karen held her cunt down tight at the base of his cock, grinding her ass about as she came. The squeals of pleasure boiling from her mouth became screams of ecstasy as she ground her cunt hard onto his cock, her cunt going into the strongest spasms of orgasm she had ever experienced.
When it was over, she felt her son's cock still throbbing inside her. She lifted her head and looked down at him.
"You didn't come?" she asked, half accusingly.
Jack, with a nipple in his mouth, shook his head, and started fucking up and down again.
"You will!" she said. "Oh, you'll come, all right!''
Karen started pumping her hips again, fucking him as he lurched up and down. Her cunt rode his cock once more with fiery heat. She panted hotly, her eyes rolling as ecstasy came over her again. She stretched her long legs along his, her ass pumping swiftly, grinding around. She was about to smother her son with her shapely tits, but he kept sucking them hard, his cock arched up, letting his mother fuck him hard with her wet, fiery cunt.
"Oh, so good!" Karen moaned, her ass flying up and down. "So fucking good, baby!"
Through the frenzy of her churning cunt she could feel her son's cock swelling, become harder, seemingly fucking deeper into her hungry cunt. Karen was familiar with the sensation and knew her son would be gushing his wonderful come juice any time.
'Come, Jack!" she whimpered, thrashing her ass up and down as fast as she could. "Come . . . come! Ohhh, shoot it, darling, shoot it!''
When she heard her son grunt, felt his hands tightening on her naked banging ass, Karen slammed hard onto his cock, taking his prick very deep. The lips of her pussy gnawed at the base of her son's prick.
"I want it!'' she screamed. ''Give it to me! Ohhh, darling, shoot your conic juice up mother's cunt lips.
A louder grunt came from Jack, and Karen felt his cock explode inside her pussy. Come juice splashed along the velvety walls of her pussy, flooding her mint. Karen screamed, and her cunt burst with contracting orgasms again. Her hairy pussy was sucking on her son's cock, drawing the thick, precious come juice from his tight balls. His cock boiled over like a bursting dam, flooding her cunt with that thick sweetness, making her come in wave after ecstatic wave of orgasms, one after the other. Her naked body shivered and trembled atop him, her naked ass writhing.
When it was over, she rolled to his side, cuddling him in her arm, his face pressed against her firm tits, his breath hot on her flesh and nipples. She felt his wet cock resting on her inner thigh, and she swung her other leg onto his hip. They rested, breathing hotly, and she caressed her son's bare back tenderly, running her hand down to his hard little ass.
After a few moments, she cupped his chin and lifted his face to hers. She smiled, and Jack grinned. She pressed her moist lips to his. kissing him. When she felt his tongue lick at her lips, she parted them and sucked his tongue into her mouth, playing with it.
"Isn't that better than jacking off?" she whispered, staring into his eyes. 'Isn't it much better than your fist, honey?"
"Oh, wow, Mom!" he laughed boyishly. "I had no idea you would . . . I mean, this is some surprise."
"I've been watching you," she confessed. ''I've seen you jacking off in here, thinking I was asleep."
He made no reply, but she was relieved to note he showed no shame or embarrassment.
"It made me excited," she went on, "seeing you beating on your cock coming off on your stomach. It got me very hot, baby. So hot I wanted you . . . wanted your cock."
"It looks like you got it, Morn," he said, grinning at her with a mischievous expression as he began fondling her shapely tits with his hands. "Are we going to do this again?"
"You mean fuck?" she asked, arching an eye brow teasingly at him. "Are we going to fuck again?"
Jack laughed, pinching his mother's nipple. "That's what I mean?'
Karen grasped his cock, pulling and stretching. "Just as soon as this is ready again, I'm going to give you the best fuck you'll ever get, baby.
"I thought I just had the fuck of my life," he replied. "Felt like it, anyway.
"You haven't had any pussy yet," she giggled, twisting his balls in her other hand. "That was just a sample."
They lay in bed, caressing and feeling each other, happy in their newfound relationship, neither embarrassed nor ashamed. They were delighted, finding how to excite and please each other with their hands and fingers. Karen wondered why neither of them had brought up pissing. She was reluctant to let him know she had seen him do this, and Jack, apparently, didn't want to mention it, either.
Jack's cock began to swell and grow with her manipulations. She sighed and cooed as her hands moved all about his cock and balls, making his prick very hard again. She gurgled with delight as his hands explored her body, probing and searching, rubbing her clit, fucking a finger in and out of her slippery hot cunt. He licked and sucked at her flawless tits, swiping his tongue from one to the other, tickling them and making his mother's naked body shiver in delight.
When Jack's cock was hard again, she stroked his prick with her hands for a while longer, then twisted about on his bed, her legs hanging over the edge. Jack understood and got to the floor at her knees. Karen gazed at her son's cock as his prick stood up, jerking slightly in eagerness to plunge into her pussy.
Karen spread her knees wide, exposing her hairy cunt to his blazing eyes. She ran her hands between her legs and pulled on her cunt, her clit standing out, glistening wetly. She lifted her legs, drawing her knees back until they were spread wide, her shapely ass uplifted, her wet cunt waiting for him.
"Fuck me, darling," she groaned with a thick voice. "Put your beautiful cock up my cunt and fuck me again! Ohhh, I want to feel your hard cock in my pussy again, baby!"
Jack stood looking into his mother's crotch, seeing the wetness of those pink cunt lips, the curling hairs along each side, her clit throbbing, her puckered asshole, which seemed to be winking at him, flexing. Karen held her knees back and wide apart, letting her son look at her cunt as long as he wanted, although she was burning up to have his cock inside her pussy again. She wiggled her naked, uplifted ass lewdly, invitingly, feeling as if she could come again just by having him look at her pussy. She slipped her hands down the backs of her long thighs, her fingers pulling at her cunt lips, opening her pussy for him.
"Do you like mother's cunt, baby?" she questioned. "Do you like mother's wet, hairy cunt?"
Jack nodded, his eyes burning with steaming desire. "I sure do like your cunt, Mom!"
"Then fuck it for me!" she urged, twisting her uplifted ass about. 'Fuck mother's cunt, darling! Ohhhh, baby, give me that hard cock up my pussy! I want you pounding that sweet, hard cock in my hot cunt!"
Jack arched his hips forward, and, while his mother held her cunt open wide for him, he fucked his cock into her. Karen squealed in delight and released the lips of her cunt, holding her knees back again with her hands. She gazed up at him with liquid heat. "Fuck it, Jack! Ohhh, baby, fuck mother good! Ram that cock up mother's hot cunt! Bang my pussy, Jack . . . bang it good!"
Jack placed his hands on the backs of his mother's long, creamy thighs and began to fuck her swiftly, watching his cock fuck in and out, seeing the wet pink flesh of her cunt cling to his prick. His balls beat against Karen's twisting ass, increasing her already-boiling passion. Karen twisted and writhed her ass while he fucked in and out of her cunt, moaning and whimpering and sobbing from the ecstasy. She pulled harder at her knees, lifting her ass higher for him. He stood on the floor, humping his hips back and forth, fucking his cock in a brutal way up her cunt. Karen was thrilled by her son's violent fucking. The base of his cock was bruising the tender lips of her scalding cunt but she didn't care. His balls beat upon her spreading ass cheeks, and she could feel them brush at her tightly puckered asshole.
"Fuck me hard, darling!" she sobbed. "Ohhh, fuck my cunt! Baby, baby. . . ram that cock up mother's hot, wet pussy! Ram it hard and deep . . . hard and fast . . . OOOOOh, yes! That's it, darling!"
"You're so hot, Morn!" he grunted, his hips churning back and forth. "Your cunt is so fucking hot!"
"It is! It is!" she squealed. ''It's so fucking hot!"
Karen was unable to move with her son. All she could do was hold her knees back, keep her ass lifted, and let him fuck away. She could, however, twist her naked ass about with him, and she moved in tight circles. She was sobbing with intense ecstasy, feeling her cunt become so hot that she was afraid it would burst into flames. Jack was fucking her cunt so hard, each thrust caused her tits to jiggle.
''Fuck it...fuck it...fuck it...'' Karen was chanting mindlessly now. The ecstasy flowing through her body was intense. She felt as if her very flesh was melting. "Fuck it... fuck it . . . fuck it . .,
She squealed as she came, her cunt sucking hotly at her son's fucking cock. The spasms began to grow tight around his prick, flexing like an eager fist. She tossed her head about on the bed, her brown hair flying about her pretty face. She closed her eyes to savor the sweetness of her son's cock stretching and filling her cunt.
"Oh, please, please!" she wailed mindlessly. "Come in me again, baby! Squirt that sweet come juice up mother's hot cunt again! I want it, Jack! I want you to come up my cunt. Let me have it! Spurt that thick come juice in my pussy!"
Jack fucked faster, listening to his mother's words, letting them inflame his young mind. His cock throbbed powerfully inside the squeezing lips of her hairy cunt. He fucked his cock in and out and, finally, with a loud grunt, fucked his prick as deep as he could, his young body going stiff.
Karen felt Jack's cock throb, and then the sweetness of his come juice was splattering the walls of her satiny emit again. She was sure she could feel each spurt of his prick, but his jizz came gushing so fast . . . so very fast, an4 her cunt filled, the creamy sweet come juice seeping from her tightly gripping cunt to drip onto the cheeks of her burning, shivering ass. She whimpered with hot pleasure as her son flooded her cunt with his thick come juice, wiggling her ass about while her cunt contracted around the base.
They lay side by side on Jack's bed. It was almost three in the morning, and both were very tired and sleepy. Karen was cupping her son's cock and balls, feeling the wetness still there. He had his hand between her thighs, resting lightly on her bushy cunt.
"I've got school tomorrow, Jack murmured sleepily.
'Fuck school tomorrow," she replied. "Stay home tomorrow. I'll give you some lessons."
He chuckled. "Better than what I get in school, Mom?"
"What I'll teach you; you'll never learn in school," she replied, squeezing his cock and balls. "Unless they've changed a lot."
He snuggled close, his lips resting against a nipple. Karen kissed her son's forehead, and they drifted into an exhausted sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Karen woke up, she found herself clutching her son's cock. His prick was very hard.
She lifted up and looked at his sleeping face, smiling at his youthful innocence. She turned her gaze to his cock, licking her lips as she caressed his prick. Jack was on his back, his legs wide. Being careful not to awaken him, she moved to the foot of the bed and got between his legs, gazing at his cock and balls. She could see the cheeks of his ass. His cock was pointing toward his face, and she very gently caressed his balls with the tips of her fingers, watching them draw up at her touch.
The hair at the base of his cock was cute to her. There wasn't much, but it appealed to her, excited her. Perhaps it was because of his youth, his innocence, but she didn't think so�any cock would have excited her. She was, she knew, a crotch-watcher and enjoyed watching men and boys, especially when they wore those tight pants. She found it enjoyable to look at a man's�or a young boy's�crotch and speculate what he would look like naked, his delicious cock and balls revealed.
But now . . . now she could look between her son's legs, gaze at his cock and balls all she wanted, naked and available to her hands.
Karen moved closer between her son's thighs. She kissed the inside of his thigh with light lips, feeling the heat of his flesh. His balls brushed at her cheek when she turned her head to kiss his other thigh. With the tip of her tongue, she licked lightly at his leg, then faced his cock and balls again. She ran her tongue out as far as she could and barely touched it to his balls. As soon as her tongue touched her son's balls, Karen's mind reeled. She pursed her lips, kissing his balls tenderly.
Jack stirred, but remained asleep.
Karen thought it would be nice to wake him up with his cock inside her mouth, but she wanted to play awhile first. She moved her tongue about his balls, licking them in a way that would not wake him up. She ran her tongue about his balls lightly, licking every inch of them. The desire to take them into her mouth, to suck his balls, was very strong. But that would wake him, and she didn't want him awake right now. When he woke up, she wanted to have his beautiful, very hard cock inside her wet mouth.
She leaned into his crotch, nuzzling his balls lightly with her face, twisting from side to side, feeling his balls on her lips, tasting them with the flat surface of her long tongue. As she licked about her son's balls, she imagined hint pissing. She would take his balls into her mouth, stick them hungrily, and watch his cock piss. The image caused her cunt to contract, and she was not surprised to find herself coming. She pressed her pussy into the mat tress, grinding slowly as she came, her tongue lapping at his young sweet balls.
She was starting to lick her tongue up from his balls, inching it slowly toward his cock, teasing herself when she heard the telephone ringing in her bedroom. For a moment she considered ignoring it, then thought better of ii. Maybe it was the school, calling to find out why Jack was absent. They did that sometimes.
Reluctantly she shoved off the bed and walked nakedly to her room.
It was Joan calling her.
"Your timing is rotten," Karen said. "Oh?" Joan laughed throatily. "Did I interrupt something nice? What were you doing, finger fucking?"
"Now what could that be?" Joan asked. "Say, didn't Jack go to school? Did you take my advice?"
"I don't think�"
"Come on, this is Joan, remember? You can tell me all about it. Come on over for coffee and let's talk about it."
"Well, maybe later," Karen said. "I have to bathe and get dressed."
"Still naked, huh?" Joan laughed.
"You have a dirty mind," Karen responded.
"I know, isn't it fun?"
Karen agreed to coffee, but didn't promise to discuss anything right now.
She looked in on Jack, who was still sleeping soundly. His cock was still deliciously hard, and she licked her lips. With a sigh, she went back to her room and bathed, then dressed in cut-off jeans arid a clean T-shirt, her nipples and tits molded sweetly. The cut-offs, from an old pair of faded jeans, showed the half moons of her shapely ass.
Again checking on Jack, she left her house and walked to Joan's, the sun bright and warm already.
Joan greeted her with a leer. Karen tried to ignore it, but felt her face grow warm. She accepted the coffee Joan gave her and sat on the couch, fucking her long legs beneath her. Joan, facing Karen from the other end, folded one leg under her ass, watching her with steady, slightly amused eyes. They sat in silence for some time. Karen began to squirm a bit.
"You know what I think?" Joan finally said. "I think you got fucked, honey."
The cup in her hand shook. "What would make you think that?"
"I can tell," Joan said. "I'm good at that. Your eyes, for example. rri1eyre shining, a sure sign a girl has just been beautifully fucked."
Karen did not respond. After all the years of friendliness, of telling each other their most deepest desires, sharing things Karen would not dare mention to anyone else, she found herself reluctant to mention her son. She didn't feel ashamed of it. She just felt a need to hold it back. Perhaps if Jack had been embarrassed she would feel ashamed. But he had fucked her so delightfully, with no shame or anything. Her son, she knew, had enjoyed himself as much as she had the night before.
Joan was wearing a tight T-shirt, like her, but she also had on a casual wrap-around type skirt that flapped apart, revealing her tantalizing thighs. Karen looked at those creamy thighs, remembering how hot and smooth and exciting they had been, pressed against her face the day before. She felt her cunt lurch, and her ass writhed very gently against her feet. She pulled her shoulders back, causing her shapely tits to thrust out deliciously. Joan was looking at her tits, she noticed, and that caused another deep, burning pulsation in her Cunt.
Joan moved her hand along Karen's thigh, watching her fingers caress the satiny flesh. She talked, but it was nothing important, and Karen was listening with one ear only. Joan's hand created a desire in her, caused her cunt to twitch and bubble. She gazed at the beautiful face of the younger woman, knowing her breathing was increasing but not caring. While Joan talked softly, her hand moved higher and higher on Karen s thigh. She toyed with the frayed fringe of the cut-off shorts, then tried to work her finger under the tightness.
"Are you trying to seduce, Joan?" Karen asked in a soft voice.
"Well, after yesterday," Joan murmured throatily, "I sort of had this idea you wouldn't mind. That is, unless you suddenly found yourself a nice hard cock since then."
"I'm seducible." Karen smiled. "I'm very seducible, as you damn well know."
Joan grinned, squeezing her fingers into Karen's thigh near her tight crotch. When Joan leaned closer, Karen pursed her lips, meeting the woman's warm, moist mouth. Joan scooted closer to Karen as they kissed. Karen held the back of Joan's head as Joan's wicked tongue slipped into her mouth. As Karen sucked on that twisting, licking tongue, she felt Joan's hand move up her body, resting on a thrusting tit, then feeling around. She didn't protest as Joan lifted the T-shirt, exposing her tits,
She kept holding the back of Joan's honey blonde head when the younger woman pulled her tongue free, moved her head down, and swirled her tongue about a rigid nipple. The wetness of Joan's mouth sucking at her nipple sent shivers of pleasure rippling through her. When she felt Joan's hand moving between her thighs, she spread them. As sweet heat flooded her cunt, Karen leaned back on the couch, her ass scooting to the edge of the cushions, moaning softly.
"Let's get these fucking shorts off," she heard Joan whisper in a thick voice. "I can't feel your cunt . . . they're too fucking tight."
Karen felt her shorts being opened, then watched with smoldering eyes as Joan pulled them off. Naked, with her T-shirt bunched about her neck, Karen gasped with pleasure as Joan slipped to the floor between her legs.
"Mmmm, you look like candy," Joan murmured, gazing into Karen's cunt. "So pink and wet . . . I just love the way your cunt hair grows. It's so soft and curly." Joan moved her fingers through the thick triangle. "I never was much for shaved cunts. I've always enjoyed a lot of hair on a woman's pussy. But a cock, that's different. I like a cock without hair, or hardly any. Isn't that strange? I wonder if that makes me weird or something."
Karen did riot reply. She was thinking of her son's cock. the tuft of hair at the base. From what Joan was saying, she would certainly love her son's cock and balls. An image flashed in Karen s mind, a vision of Joan on her hands and knees, her rounded naked ass lifted up, with Jack fucking his cock into her honey blonde cunt vigorously. The image sent a hot ripple flowing through her, making her cunt lips swell and her clit throb.
Joan kissed the inner thigh of Karen, licking sensually at the flesh with the tip of her tongue. Karen gazed down her naked body with glassy eyes, watching Joan's wet tongue lap at her creamy legs. Joan gazed up at Karen, her blue eyes looking like flames of hot passion. Her tongue moved along the sensitive inner surfaces, her hands rubbing gently through the thick pussy hair, pulling apart the pink lips of her cunt, stroking the hard knot of her clit.
With her tongue snaking out as far as possible, Joan took a swipe up Karen's cunt, starting very near her asshole, licking along the wet slit to her clit, where she twirled it about, making Karen shiver with ecstasy.
"Your cunt not only Looks like candy, it tastes like candy," Joan whispered throatily. She slowly and gently licked around Karen's cunt, probing the wet pussy lips. darting into her cant, snaking back up to the explosive clit, and then lapping up and down the slit, her hands cupping the cheeks of Karen's overhanging naked ass. "There's only one thing in this world that's as good as a hard cock in my cunt or fucking my mouth . . . and that's a hot, wet hairy emit. In my face, you know."
The passion that had been burning inside Karen since she had awakened that morning, fueled by licking her son's balls, flared hotter yet. Karen pulled her knees up, pressing them to her naked tits, peering between them with liquid, hot eyes at Joan's beautiful face. She swung her naked ass from side to side, teasing and inviting Joan to suck her cunt. Juices of desire seeped from her pussy, and she moved her hands down her thighs until her fingers pulled the glistening cunt open.
"Eat me, Joan!" she whimpered. "Oh, Joan, eat my cunt! You make me all hot . .
eat my pussy! Come on, Joan, fuck me with your tongue!"
Joan gurgled her eagerness, kissing hotly along the backs of Karen's thighs, licking at her heated flesh, swirling her tongue down until she lapped the spreading cheeks of Karen�s shapely ass, When Joan's tongue scooted across from cheek to cheek, it caressed Karen's asshole.
"Ohhh!" Karen whimpered, closing her eyes as sweet. feelings filled her. She hugged her knees to her tits, lifting her ass higher, shaking it. "Ahhh, that's so good, Joan!"
Joan pressed her open mouth against Karen's hairy cunt, plunging her tongue deeply as she sucked. When Joan began to fuck Karen's cunt with her tongue, Karen wailed with delight, squirming her crotch as hard as she could into that beautiful, cunt-sucking face. She wanted Joan's tongue deep inside her boiling cunt, but Joan seemed to be licking and sucking all over her crotch, sometimes on the puffy pussy lips, sometimes on her rigid clit, and only sometimes fucking her tongue in and out fast. She even felt Joan's tongue working about her tightly puckered asshole, and it sent fiery flames of her passion roaring, consuming her.
"Ohhh, eat me!" Karen wailed, grinding her crotch into Joan's face. "Eat my cunt! Ohhhh, Joan . . . suck my pussy... tongue fuck my cunt!"
The full length of Karen's body rippled as she started coming. Joan had her tongue up her cunt when the convulsion struck, and Karen's hairy cunt lips wanted to suck Joan's tongue deep. Joan dug her fingers into Karen's shaking ass while her lips and tongue were busy, licking, thrusting, sucking
Again and again Karen came, squeals boiling from her as she shoved and twisted her crotch about. She came time and again, in wave after ecstatic wave of orgasm. She felt as if her flesh was melting, her cunt becoming completely liquid. Even when Joan left her cunt alone, lapping at her inner thighs and the uplifted cheeks of her ass, Karen couldn't stop coming. When she did finally stop, she started to lower her legs, but Joan pressed them back.
"No, not yet," Joan whispered.
"I can't come anymore, Joan!" Karen protested. "I can't come anymore!"
"Shhh, don't worry about coming," Joan murmured, running her tongue gently about the still-pulsating cunt lips. "Just let me taste you .. . lick your sweet mint. You taste so fucking good! I love your beautiful cunt, Karen. God, how I love it!"
Karen slowly relaxed, letting Joan lick and taste all she wanted. The edge of her lust was finished, and she could accept Joan's sweet tongue and moist lips without frenzy now. It felt very good, being licked so gently and tenderly between her long legs . . . so very good.
She kept her knees at her tits, her ass lifted high and her cunt vulnerable. Karen felt lewd, deliciously lewd. She wiggled her naked ass while Joan licked about daintily. "Mmmmm, this is nice, Joan," she whispered. "This is very nice."
The wetness of Joan's tongue lapping up and down her juicy cunt thrilled her, but without the frantic passion of before. As Joan's tongue moved lower, Karen held her breath, anticipating where that wicked tongue was going.
"Ohhh!" she gurgled.
Joan was running her tongue about the crack of Karen's ass, fluttering lightly around her sensitive tight asshole, circling, teasing and taunting. Karen stared between her knees into those flashing blue eyes of Joan, messages shooting between them, messages of complete willingness for anything they wanted of the other.
"Oh!" Karen gasped.
Joan had pressed her tongue against Karen's asshole, licking, probing for entrance. The hot breath fanning from Joan seared her cunt and Karen brought her naked ass higher without thinking, acting instinctively to the pleasure.
"Joan, that's my asshole!" she squealed. "Mmmmm, it sure is!" Joan mumbled, shooting her tongue against the tight pucker. "Mmmmm!"
"Oh! Oh... ohhhh!"
Karen, amazed, found Joan's tongue sliding up her ass, penetrating her asshole. The sensations were incredible, absolutely fantastic. Her eyes clouded over with ecstasy as Joan began tongue fucking in and out of her asshole. She wiggled her ass into Joan's face, shoving her right hand down and behind Joan's head, pull and down her juicy cunt thrilled her, but without the frantic passion of before. As Joan's tongue moved lower, Karen held her breath, anticipating where that wicked tongue was going.
"Ohhh!" she gurgled.
Joan was running her tongue about the crack of Karen's ass, fluttering lightly around her sensitive tight asshole, circling, teasing and taunting. Karen stared between her knees into those flashing blue eyes of Joan, messages shooting between them, messages of complete willingness for anything they wanted of the other.
"Oh!" Karen gasped.
Joan had pressed her tongue against Karen's asshole, licking, probing for entrance. The hot breath fanning from Joan seared her cunt� and Karen brought her naked ass higher without thinking, acting instinctively to the pleasure.
"Joan, that's my asshole!" she squealed. "Mmmmm, it sure is!" Joan mumbled, shooting her tongue against the tight pucker. "Mmmmm!"
"Oh! Oh... ohhhh!"
Karen, amazed, found Joan's tongue sliding up her ass, penetrating her asshole. The sensations were incredible, absolutely fantastic. Her eyes clouded over with ecstasy as Joan began tongue fucking in and out of her asshole. She wiggled her ass into Joan's face, shoving her right hand down and behind Joan's head, pulling. She felt Joan's lips sucking at her asshole even as her wet, slippery tongue fucked a good inch or two in and out. She felt her cunt quivering again, preparing another orgasm Karen felt was not there.
"Oh, Joan, Joan!" she gurgled thickly. "You'll make me come again! Ohhhh, I've never felt anything like this before! Licking my ass hole . . . tongue fucking my asshole! Ohhh, it feels so good... I had no idea it would . . . ohhhh, suck my ass, Joan! Tongue it and suck it!''
It seemed to Karen that Joan's tongue went deep, so deep she could hardly believe it. It was almost as if' she were being fucked up the ass with a small hot cock. The sensations were fantastic, sweet and hot and thrilling. The muscles of her flat stomach rippled as she arched her ass up, squirming into Joan's beautiful face.
Just before she came, Karen saw the image of her son on his knees before her, his face pressed into her ass, his tongue fucking her this way. The image changed swiftly, like a light blinking on and off, and it was her kneeling, her lips sucking at Jack's ass, her tongue fucking in and out of his asshole.
Then she came.
Karen screamed with the total ecstasy of her orgasm, the sound filling the room. -
Joan flicked her tongue in and out rapidly, fucking Karen in the asshole while the tightness contracted about her tongue. She watched with hot eyes while Karen's face went through the contortions of a woman experiencing amazing ecstasy. Joan kept her tongue moving until Karen's orgasms stopped, then she pulled her tongue free, licking up and into the soaking wet cunt, where she fucked in and out for a while, lapping at the thick, sweet cunt-juice.
Karen's naked body shook violently as Joan's tongue fucked in and out. "Please, no more, Joan!" she protested. "I can't take anymore! Please, don't suck my cunt . . . let's wait a while! Please, I can't come again!"
Joan pulled her tongue From the syrupy sweetness, kissed Karen's cunt gently, then caressed her flesh. Karen was so weak she could not even let her legs down. She kept holding them at her tits, her naked ass shivering with the still-hot glow of orgasm.
Joan sat on her heels her face five or six inches from Karen's sculptured cunt, looking on with hot eyes that were still hungry. She caressed Karen's hairy cunt tenderly, her fingers soft. She pulled the moist lips apart, gazing at Karen's clit and the wetness of her pink pussy.
"Karen, Karen," she whispered. "You have such a beautiful cunt. I love kissing it . . . so sweet and wet and hot in my face!"
Joan could not resist pressing her open lips to Karen's pussy one more time.
"Ohhh, please!" Karen wailed. Then, her eyes going wide with surprised shame, "Oh!" Karen, unwillingly, began to piss.
Joan felt piss against her tongue and pulled her face back, her expression ecstatic. "Ohhhh, yes, darling." she murmured, feeling her own cunt boil into orgasm as she saw Karen pissing. �Don't stop! Ohhh, don't stop pissing!"
Karen tried to stop, but couldn't. She pissed, the stream spurting into Joan's face. Every time she tried to stop, all she did was squirt, stop, squirt, stop and squirt some more.
She could see, between her knees at her tits, Joan's face becoming drenched. She continued to piss, still trying hard to stop, and failing. Her face burned with shame.
"Oh, so nice!" Joan whispered in a thick voice, moving her face about to catch Karen's piss all over it. "So very nice, darling! Ohhhh, piss, baby. .. piss!"
With a numb mind, Karen watched Joan's face moving around, catching the piss everywhere. The stream shot forth directly into Joan's ecstatic, beautiful face, drenching her completely. Finally, thinking she was getting this under control, she found Joan shoving her open mouth close to her cunt.
"Joan, no!" Karen screamed. "I'm . . . I can't stop it yet!"
But Joan wasn't paying any attention to her. Karen watched in amazement as Joan pressed her wide-open mouth upon her cunt, and Karen was pissing into her mouth. Joan's eyes were closed, but the expression Karen saw was that of a woman experiencing the utmost of ecstasy.
When Karen finally managed to stop pissing, Joan removed her face and nuzzled Karen's hairy crotch, her blue eyes dreamy. "I was hoping you'd do that, Karen," she murmured. "I wanted you to piss so badly and didn't know how to ask. Ohhh, that was beautiful! I came so hard. . . I love being pissed in the face very much! God, did I come!"
"You . . . you like it?"
"Mmmmm, love it!" Joan said, smearing her face into Karen's cunt. "I love it when a girl pisses in my fucking face that way. Especially in my mouth."
"Girl?"
"And boys," Joan gurgled softly. "I love to have a sweet cunt or a beautiful cock pissing in my face, in my mouth . . . all over me. It makes me come so good."
They had another cup of coffee, and, although Joan chattered away, Karen s mind was on her son's wet bed and on seeing him piss onto his stomach. She thought how bad Joan had wanted her to watch her piss the day before, and how aroused they both had become from it.
Was it possible?'
Was it just possible that Joan and her son, Jack, enjoyed pissing so much? It was a coincidence, she knew, that her best friend and her son enjoyed pissing. She knew Joan and Jack had not been sexually involved. It was just a coincidence that her best friend and her own son enjoyed pissing, but it was a strangely delightful coincidence, Karen thought with a flash of understanding. There must be people all over the world with these unusual desires, she felt, and two of them were very close to her.
CHAPTER SIX
That afternoon, cleaning up her house, Karen thought of pissing into Joan's face, pissing directly into her mouth.
Although at first she had felt a deep shame, more embarrassment really, Karen realized it had been exciting. Perhaps that was the reason she had been unable to stop pissing, the sheer excitement of doing something unusual. As she pissed into Joan's face, and especially when Joan pressed her open mouth against her cunt and took the piss into her mouth that way, Karen had thought she would come again, even while pissing, of all things.
Jack hung around her constantly, looking at her, not trying to conceal the bulge in his pants. Karen was very much aware that her son wanted to fuck her again, but he seemed hesitant to approach or even ask her. He seemed to be waiting for his mother to give him a signal of some sort, some way of letting him know last night was far from finished.
She still wore her T-shirt and cut-offs. Her tits were molded completely, her nipples obvious, and the half-moons of her creamy ass were exposed to his hot eyes. She found herself moving about in a teasing manner, watching her son from the corners of her eyes. She was vacuuming the floor, running the sweeper back and forth, and somehow the hose got between her legs. She faced Jack, her dark eyes flashing with erotic appeal. Very deliberately, Karen began to work the hose of the vacuum cleaner back and forth, rubbing at her crotch. She licked her lips and grinned lewdly at her son.
"You had a hard-on when I woke up this morning," she said in a husky voice, her gaze resting on the bulge in his pants. "Like you have a hard-on now. I thought about fucking you, but Joan called before I could get on top.''
Jack's eyes lit up. This was what he had been waiting for, and now lie moved toward his mother. Karen dropped the cleaner hose and held her arms out to him. When Jack hugged her tightly, she brushed her naked thighs back and forth on his cock, feeling his prick throb sweetly. She held the back of his head, holding his face between her tits. Her other hand moved down his back, fingers clutching the tight cheeks of his young ass.
"I missed you this morning when I woke up, Mom," he said between her tits. "I sure wanted to fuck you."
She felt her son's hands caressing the backs of her thighs, his fingers working under the frayed edges of her cut-offs and tracing the curves of her ass cheeks where they blended with her long thighs. She squeezed his ass hard, whispering in his ear, "Take my shorts off, honey."
She felt her son's fingers shaking as he opened her cut-offs, pulling the zipper down. She wiggled her ass as he shoved her shorts downward, and then she kicked them from her feet. He did not remove her T-shirt, but shoved it to her neck, revealing her flawlessly shaped tits, her rubbery nipples. Jack's face was level with his mother's tits�she was a good head taller than her son.
"Mmmmm, suck mother's tits for a while," she -whispered, opening his pants and pulling his hard cock out. "Suck my tits, baby, and I'll play with your beautiful hard cock. Then you can fuck me, any way you want to fuck me, any position you want me in."
She wrapped her fingers about his throbbing cock and moved her fist back and forth, cooing with delight. Her cunt was boiling, fiery hot. She had thought Joan had sucked all the passion from her cunt for the day, but here she was, her pussy bubbling wetly for her son.
His cock felt so hard in her hand, and his hot wet mouth sucking at her tits sent shivers of renewed desire flooding through her. She fumbled with the belt of his pants, then shoved them down. She opened his shirt and pulled it from him, making Jack stand back so she could Look upon his young nakedness. His cock stood up and out, jerking slightly, moisture bubbling from the piss hole.
"Ohhh, darling," she mewled in a passion thick voice, staring at his cock, holding his balls now, "That cock is so beautiful, so fucking hard and beautiful! I want . . . I think I'll . . . oh, Jack, I want to suck it!"
Her son's eyes glowed as he grinned up at her. "You want my cock in your mouth, Mom? You really want to suck my cock?"
"God, yes!"
Jack arched his hips forward, offering his cock to his mother. "I won't stop you, Mom," he said happily. "You can suck my cock."
Karen went to her knees before her son, her hands at his hips. His cock was only inches below her chin, and all she had to do was lower her mouth a bit, press her face forward, and she could suck his prick so easily, comfortably. He was dripping quite a bit from his piss hole, she saw, and her tongue licked over her lips with hungry anticipation.
Thinking his mother was hesitating, Jack put a hand on the back of her head, pulling her lovely face closer to his prick, looking down with steaming eyes, urging his mother to open her mouth.
But Karen wasn't ready yet. She held his cock at the base with one hand, her lips closed. She rubbed the smooth head of his prick about her lips, smearing them with the seeping fuck juices. She ran the wet piss hole about her chin, over her cheeks as she gazed up at him with glazed eyes, mewling softly. Her face began to glisten with the wetness of his cock. Her naked ass swayed as she stood on her knees before him, her hairy cunt bubbling with a steamy heat as if jealous of her mouth.
Finally she shoved her tongue out as far as she could and rubbed the dripping head of her son's cock, still gazing up at his face. Holding his cock in her hand, she swirled her tongue about the smoothly swollen head, then licked at his piss hole, tasting the sweetness of those slippery fuck juices seeping from his prick. The taste of her son's cock juice was different than the fuck juice from Joan's cunt, just as good and sweet but different. She coated her tongue with the sweetness, brushing his piss hole all over her tongue, and then she pulled her tongue back and swallowed. Again her tongue came out, this time licking along the shaft of his hard cock, feeling the heat of his prick, the power of his youth. She gurgled with heat as her tongue swirled round and round, working to the smooth cock head.
"Mmmmm, you're delicious!" Karen moaned. 'You have a sweet, hard, delicious cock, baby! I'm going to love sucking it."
"Put it in your mouth, Mom!" Jack urged anxiously. "I want it in your mouth before I come!"
"You're about to come?"
"I might," he said, pulling at her head.
"You want to come in my mouth?"
He nodded. "Can I, Mom? Can I come in your mouth?"
"Darling," she gurgled, "if I have your cock in my mouth, it's for damn sure I want you to come in it. Of course you can come in my mouth.., that's what cock sucking is all about, isn't it? Oh, I know how much pleasure you'll get by sticking your cock in my wet mouth, and how much pleasure I'll get by sucking it, but what I want most of all is to taste your come juice down my throat." She ran her tongue about the swollen head of his cock. "I hope you fill my cock sucking mouth with cum juice, darling, because that's what your mother likes best about sucking a hard cock�having it come in my fucking mouth!"
And with that, Karen gulped her son's cock deep into her mouth. She took his prick all the way, her lips pressed at the base, the scant hair tickling her nose. She held his cock deep for some time, feeling the prick head almost inside her throat. She writhed her lips as she lifted his balls and rubbed them against her chin, mewling and moaning with liquid desire. Her dark eyes flashed up at his, feeling thrilled to have her son gazing down at her when she had a mouthful of hard throbbing cock.
She shoved her hands around him, clawing at his naked ass, pulling hard at him, trying to take his cock deep into her burning throat. Her tongue swirled about eagerly, and Jack began to shake, shifting his weight from foot to foot with intense ecstasy.
"Oh, Morn," he cried, "your mouth is as hot as your cunt! Oh, I like this, Mom! Suck me . . . oh, Mom, stick my cock!"
Karen moved her mouth, sucking back and forth, bobbing her face back and forth, her lips wet and hot and tight on his prick. She sucked greedily, moaning softly with the hunger she felt. She dug her fingers into his naked ass cheeks, fucking her mouth back and forth on his cock and beating her chin up on his dangling balls. While she sucked, she realized her son's cock was just the right size for her mouth. She could suck and lick at the same time with total comfort. His cock did not fill her mouth so full she was unable to use her tongue.
It had been a long time since she had had a cock in her mouth, and her cunt was burning with liquid heat. She writhed her naked ass about while her mouth fucked his prick, her eyes turned up to his face, watching the ecstasy there, knowing what her son was feeling. She squeezed her fingers into his tight ass cheeks. She trailed a fingertip up and down the crack of his ass, caressed the backs of his thighs, and all the time her mouth sucked hungrily on his hard cock. His prick dripped quite a bit, and she had to swallow frequently, but she let her mouth fill first. thrilling to the taste on her licking, swirling tongue.
The heat and hardness and throbbing of her son's cock in her mouth, stretching her lips in a tingling manner, sent an orgasm rushing to her pussy, and, as she came, she moaned softly around his cock. Her eyes became glazed with cock sucking hunger, and she started sucking faster and harder, devouring his prick greedily, licking in a frenzy, trying to bring his thick, sweet come juice gushing over her tongue and filling her mouth. Karen writhed her hot lips about his cock, holding his prick deep for a moment, then sucking swiftly again. She pulled his cock from her mouth and licked his prick head, lapping at his seeping piss hole, whimpering in delight, then gulping his cock deep again.
"Ohhh, so sweet!" she murmured, pulling her lips from her son's cock and caressing her cheek over his prick. "Your cock is so fucking sweet, Jack! Come, baby . . . hurry and come in mother's cock sucking mouth! I want your prick squirting all that sweet come juice in my fucking mouth, darling!"
And again she began to suck furiously, diving her lips back and forth, trying to swallow the head of his cock in her hunger.
She heard her son grunting, felt his hips jerking, his cock throbbing inside her hot, wet mouths Karen sucked harder and stronger yet on his prick, knowing he was on the verge of coming off. She dug her hands into his ass cheeks, pulling his cock deep again.
"Mom! Oh, Mom. . . I'm going to!" Jack yelled, holding the back of her head, arching his hips forward into tier face. "I'm going to come! Ohhh, shit . . . I'm going to come, Mom!"
"Mmmmm' Karen moaned.
The squirting of her son's come juice splashed over her tongue. Karen's eyes rolled as a boiling orgasm whipped through her cunt. She held the head of his cock between her lips, moaning hotly as he came time and again, filling her mouth with the sweetness of his balls. When she could take no more, she swallowed, her tongue licking eagerly. Jack was grunting with ecstasy, his cock spewing with rapid jerks, flooding his mother's mouth again with thick come juice.
Jack pulled his mother's face onto his cock, fucking his prick down her throat. Karen was moaning with ecstasy as she clawed his flexing ass with strong fingers. She swallowed with wet, hungry gulps, her eyes open but unseeing, rolling about as the intense pleasure sent heat through her body. 11cr cunt was gripped by powerful spasms, coming while her son gushed come juice down her throat.
Making sure he had finished, Karen slipped her lips front his cock, smiling happily up at him. She ran the wet head of his cock about her swollen tits, pressing the piss hole against her rubbery hard nipples.
"So good," she mewled softly. "That was so fucking good, darling. God . . . you came and came! I thought you'd never stop squirting, baby. I didn't want you to stop coming off! It was sweet, Jack, so very sweet."
"I didn't know you liked sucking cock, Mom," Jack said, his young eyes gleaming. "Boy, I thought you was going to suck my balls off!"
"Mmmmm, love it," she murmured, nuzzling his cock and balls. "I love sucking cock, especially your cock. 000, I hope you come like that every time I stick you off."
Karen's cunt was still boiling. She sat back on her heels, then leaned back all the way until her shoulders were on the floor, her knees wide. Her eyes glowed up at her son as she began thrusting her fingers into her pussy, finger fucking herself vigorously.
This excited her son. Jack watched his mother's fingers fucking, hearing the wetness. He went to his knees to see better.
Karen gazed at him with blazing eyes, both hands at her cunt. "Eat me, darling," she hissed. "Eat mother's cunt! Come on, baby . . . eat my hot pussy!"
''Eat it?''
"Lick it, suck it, tongue fuck it," she groaned. "Please, suck my wet cunt, Jack! Come on, do it! I'm so fucking hot . . . after sucking you off. It always makes me so damned hot when I suck a cock off! Eat my pussy, darling!"
Without hesitation, Jack leaned over and plunged his face into his mother's cunt. Karen wailed in pleasure and drew her knees back, the way she had when Joan had sucked her. She arched her ass up, her pussy wide open for him. When her son began slurping his tongue up and down the slit of her boiling, slippery cunt, Karen wiggled her naked ass, cooing with delight. She scissored her creamy thighs about his head, rubbing the hot smoothness about his cheeks.
Jack's tongue slithered into the hot cunt lips, fucking deeply, fluttering about, then came up so he could close his lips about her swollen clit, sucking hard. Karen wailed and gurgled, squirming her crotch into his face, her hands clawing at her swollen tits. As hot as she was, it did not take long before her cunt was in convulsing ecstasy. The hairy pussy lips sucked at her son's tongue, flexing around it as though his cock was up her cunt, fucking her. Screams of delight burst from her. Jack held his mother s ass up from the floor, sucking frantically at her spasming cunt, holding her crotch high, his young face buried there.
After tile convulsions settled down, Jack continued to lap his tongue along her slit, tasting the syrupy fuck juices that seeped from her cunt. Karen shivered, bent almost all the way back on her shoulders, still massaging her tits, only not as brutally now that the storm of orgasm was over. Jack had his open mouth pressed onto her cunt, covering her pussy completely as he licked slowly 110W. strangely, Karen remembered being with Joan hardly two hours ago and of pissing into Joan's mouth and face. A feeling of horror came over her as the urge developed to start pissing into her son's mouth. She closed her eyes hard, trying to prevent that from happening.
Yet, a small squirt of piss came from her cunt and into her son's mouth. That was all, just a very small squirt before she managed to cut it off. She wiggled her crotch out of Jack's face and sat up quickly, her face flushed. She looked at her son's face carefully, trying to see if he knew what she had done. But Jack either did not know or wasn't saying anything about it.
Getting to her feet, she found her legs unsteady. She braced herself for a moment by placing a hand on her son's shoulder, who still sat there on the floor. Her son looked up at her, from between those long, slender thighs at her hairy cunt, licking his wet lips.
"Did you like that?" she asked softly.
Jack nodded, his eyes glowing. "You taste like candy, Mom," he said. "All sweet and everything. I want to suck your cunt again, too."
"Oh, you'll get to suck it," she promised. "You'll get to suck my cunt very often. I love a tongue up my pussy, as much as a cock in my mouth."
She twisted around and, nakedly, walked out of the living room, her son's eyes gazing upon the twisting of her shapely ass. Karen went to her bedroom and ran a tub of hot water, sprinkling scented salts into it. As she bathed, she thought about this pissing thing.
Joan, of course, loved it. That was something she had not known about her friend. Perhaps she should have realized it the day Joan pissed as she had watched. But pissing with someone watching didn't necessarily mean a person wanted to be pissed on, did it? She began to wonder what it would feel like, Joan squatting over her, pissing upon her naked tits, her stomach, her
Would it feel better for Jack to piss on her instead of Joan? Would Jack enjoy it better if she, his own mother, pissed on him? He liked to piss on himself, so it stood to reason that he would like it even better if someone else did it.
Then she wondered if her son would enjoy fucking Joan. She was sure he would love it. Joan was an exceptionally beautiful girl, and she was only about ten years older than Jack. She was sure her son would have a ball, fucking such a beautiful girl. And she was certain Joan would fuck him. Even if she didn't want to fuck a boy of his young age, Joan would certainly enjoy having him piss in her face, of that Karen was sure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The more Karen thought about her son fucking Joan, the more it appealed to her. She had not realized she was such a voyeur before. Even visualizing it in her mind caused her cunt to throb and pulsate and become very hot.
She toweled herself dry and, still naked, went back to the living room where her son was. He had turned on the television set, but wasn't paying much attention to the old programs. He was sitting on the couch, fondling his cock and balls. Karen stood in the doorway of the living room and watched him, wondering if he ever got tired of fucking, whether he ever thought of anything except fucking. But she knew a boy of his age seldom thought of anything else but fucking. All boys thought about at Jack's age was cunt, fucking those beautiful hard-ons up some girl's wet pussy. Or they were trying to look under some girl's dress, trying to get a feel of some young ass, some tender pussy, some budding fits.
But Jack was lucky, she thought. He had all the ass he wanted, anytime he wanted. He didn't have to hide in the bathroom and jack off like most boys his age, dreaming of the day when he got his hot little hands on some willing girl. He could come to her, his mother, fuck that lovely cock into her cunt and fuck to his heart's content, or fuck her in her hungry mouth, Either way; he had all the ass he could want.
His cock was hard again, she saw, standing up from his crotch like a pole. He was stroking his prick slowly, caressing his balls at the same time. When lie looked up to see his mother standing there, he grinned lewdly, offering his hard-on to her. "Want some of this again, Mom?"
"Mmmmm," she mewled softly. "You're always so damned hard, baby. I like that always hard and ready for
She sat on the couch, leaning against the arm and pulling her knees to her tits, resting her chin on them and watching him. Jack's gaze moved about her thighs, watching the hairy way her cunt pouched outward, while he continued stroking his cock slowly.
"Jack," she said softly, "how would you like to fuck Joan?"
"Joan?" His eyes went huge, "How would I like to fuck Joan? Morn, all the guys would like to fuck Joan."
"I don't care about all the guys, just you," she said, grinning. "Would you like to fuck her?"
"Oh, wow, would I!''
Karen giggled, "I think you just might" "Aw, Morn," Jack responded. "She doesn't want anything to do with a kid like me.''
"Why wouldn't she?"
"Well, she's older, and she can have all the boyfriends she wants. Older girls don't want to fuck kids like me.''
"I'm older," Karen reminded her son, "and I fuck you, don't I?"
"But that's different."
"Why is that different?"
"You're my morn, ' he said. "That makes a difference."
"Not really," Karen replied. "I think you're going to be fucking her, arid soon. I'll hold her clown for you if I have to."
"Really?"
Karen nodded her head. ''I sure will, but I don't think anyone will have to hold Joan down. If anything, someone may have to hold her ass down once it gets to moving."
She watched the excitement grow in her son knowing he was thinking about Joan, about fucking his cock into her honey-blonde cunt, His face showed his desire, and she smiled knowing she was going to speak to Joan, and very soon, too She had no doubts about bar being willing. Joan was a hot ass from the word go, and then, too, there was that pissing thing. If nothing else, Joan and her sort would enjoy that.
She felt herself becoming highly stimulated with the idea of Jack and Joan fucking as she watched, then watching them piss on each other, She licked her lips, and then slid to the floor on her hands and knees. Resting her face or the soft carpet, her ass high in the air, she murmured, "Fuck me again, baby. We can't let that hard-on go to waste, can we?"
She waggled her upturned ass, inviting her son to fuck his cock into her pussy. Jack looked at his mother, grinning with pleasure at her lewd, tantalizing position. He could see the spread of her ass cheeks, the light wink of her puckered ass hole, her hairy cunt pouching from her thighs.
"Don't YOU want mother's ass, darling?' she encouraged with a wiggle of her naked ass "Or are you satisfied to sit there, jacking of and thinking about Joan's cunt?"
Jack scooted from the couch and knelt at his mother's twisting, naked ass. He placed his hands on her hips as she reached between her thighs and grasped his cock. She pressed it against her bubbling cunt, feeling it throb on her sensitive pussy. Finally she pressed the swollen head into her cunt and Jack fucked deep. Karen moaned with burning pleasure and rammed her ass back at him.
"Oh, baby, fuck that hot cunt!" she growled. "Fuck the piss out of mother's hot twat! Mmmmm, give me all that hard cock . . . every fucking inch . . . deep and hard!"
Feeling the throbbing hardness inside her pussy again set her flesh to shivering with ecstasy. His cock seemed to fuck deeper this way, and she wiggled her naked, raised ass high, twisting lewdly as he fucked his cock in and out.
Then she felt her son's fingers brushing at her tight asshole. It reminded her about Joan tongue fucking her up the ass. A sudden desire came over Karen. She had never been fucked up her ass, not really. And Joan's tongue had caused her to come so powerfully, she wondered if it would be even better to have a cock in her ass.
"Finger my asshole!" she grunted.
"I am, Mom!" her son replied, rubbing the tip of a finger about her asshole.
"I mean in my asshole, Jack! Finger fuck me up the ass but keep fucking my cunt, too! Ram your finger up mother's asshole, darling! Hurry, oh please, finger my asshole, too!"
She felt her son pressing a finger on her ass, then it slipped in. Karen gave a soft squeal when her son began running his finger in and out of her asshole, his cock fucking into her clasping cunt. But she wanted more than his finger in her ass�she wanted her son's cock up her asshole.
Without saying a word, she pulled her cunt from him, his cock and finger coming out of her. She twisted about on her knees, pushing at her son's back.
"Lie back," she said urgently. "On your back, baby, with that sweet cock sticking way up. I'm going to fuck you."
Jack leaned back, his cock firm and upright. For just a moment, Karen pumped his prick with her fist, then swung a leg over him, drawing her knees up so that she was squatting directly above his cock. She reached down and held his prick at the base, then rubbed the swollen, wet cock head from her cunt to her asshole, then back again.
"I'm going to take it up my ass, darling!" she panted. "Mother is going to take your cock up the fucking ass! I'm going to fuck you with my asshole F"
"Do that, Mom!" Jack groaned with passion. "Fuck me with your asshole!"
Karen positioned her son's cock, his prick head pressing at the tightness of her puckered asshole. She lowered her ass slowly, gazing hotly into his face. But Jack wasn't looking up at her; he was staring open-eyed at her hairy cunt, seeing the head of his cock probing his mother's asshole. Karen began to pant and gasp as the pressure increased, the sensation was unlike any she had ever felt.
Screwing her lovely face up with anticipation, Karen lowered her ass very slowly and squealed as she felt the head of his cock slide into her asshole. She felt very stretched there, more than her cunt ever had felt. For a moment she rested, only the head of his cock impaling her asshole. Then she squirmed downward, sliding her asshole along his throbbing cock, taking his prick deeper and deeper. The more of her son's cock she took up her ass, the better it felt to her. The first burning sensation was replaced by a tingling pleasure. Her ass felt full, very stuffed by the time she had every inch of his cock inside. She sat there, her knees drawn up and wide apart.
Her son's cock was all the way inside her asshole, and it felt so very good to her. She felt his balls against her creamy ass cheeks, the sparse hair at the base on her asshole. She moved a hand down and fondled her cunt as Jack stared with delight. She pulled upwards on her cunt and exposed her clit to him, then worked a finger into her pussy.
"Mmmmm, now if my finger was a cock, too," she murmured. "I'd love to have a cock up my cunt and asshole, fucking me that way! Ohhhh, I think it would be fantastic to get fucked in the ass and cunt at the same time!"
"And one in the mouth!" Jack grunted. ''Oh, yes!''
"Cock in the cunt . . . cock up the ass and sucking another!" Jack panted, gazing at his mother's finger sliding in and out of her hairy pussy. "Would you like that, Mom? Taking a cock in your cunt and asshole, and one in your mouth at the same time?"
"Ohhh, yes, yes!"
"Fuck me now, Mom! Fuck me with your asshole!''
Karen felt her son's cock throbbing so sweetly deep in her asshole. She felt stuffed and stretched and it was so good! She began to lift her ass, using the muscles of her shapely, slender thighs. Jack watched her finger, no longer in her cunt, but both hands oh her knees now. He could see his mother's hairy cunt, and just past those slippery lips, his cock being fucked by her tight asshole. Karen's asshole flexed on her son's cock of its own accord. It squeezed and sucked as she whipped her naked ass up arid down. She was gasping with the surprising ecstasy she felt, and she yearned to have his cock gushing into her asshole. She wanted to have him squirting come juice into her asshole, wanted it very much. She began to bounce up and down, twisting her ass slightly, fucking him. Her movements became more frenzied when she felt an orgasm steaming about inside her cunt. She was so wet that every time she slammed down on him, taking his cock deeply, her cum smeared the lower part of his stomach with hot fuck juices.
The faster she fucked him, the better the sensations felt. Her ass was very tight, closing hotly around his cock as she bounced her ass up and down. Orgasms began to flow through her, making her cunt convulse, the spasms rippling to her asshole. She squealed with ecstasy, racing her ass swiftly now, slapping down onto him. Her shapely fits jiggled with her movements, and she threw her shoulders back and began to squeeze her sensitive tits hard, her head back, eyes closed and her bottom lip between her teeth. Her naked body shook as she came, her asshole riding his hard cock jerkily now.
"So good!" she wailed. "So fucking good! Up my ass . . . up my fucking hot asshole! I love it, love it, Jack! Ohhh, you feel so good in my tight ass hole!"
Jack, his eyes glazed, was watching his mother's ass bounce, pounding up and down, her cunt smearing his stomach with those hot, almost-scalding juices. He gritted his teeth, and a loud grunt came from him.
Karen felt her son�s cock swell inside her ass, and she fucked up and down even harder and faster. The spewing of his come juice, when he came, was different than when he came off inside her cunt. She felt it. all, the thick sweetness splashing the walls of her squeezing ass hole, arid she came even stronger. She slammed her ass down on his gushing cock, holding his prick deep and tight. trembling almost violently as he came into her asshole.
But when Jack finished flooding her ass with his come juice, she remained there, sitting on his cock. 4ltliough she, too, had stopped coming, she was reluctant to pull away from him. The feelings of his cock inside her ass were good, and she wanted to keep his prick there for a while longer. She grinned down at her son, her face wicked.
"Was that good for you, Jack?"
"Wow, Mom?'
"You're going to fuck me in the ass again, aren't you? I mean, if you liked it as well as I did."
"Mom, you're the greatest," he panted.
"Still want to fuck Joan?" she teased. "Do you think she will fuck you this way, using her asshole? Maybe we shouldn't consider her at all. What do you think?"
''Aw, Mom,'' he replied. ''I still wish I could fuck her. But not if it would make you mad."
"Darling," she said, "the only thing that would make me mad would be not watching you. When you fuck Joan, I want to be there, watching it all."
She sat upright on his cock, caressing her own tits as she looked down at him. Suddenly, she felt a difference in her asshole. For a moment she didn't understand what it was, until her son's expression changed.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she gasped.
Jack failed to answer her. She felt his cock in her asshole moving and knew very well what he was doing. A sudden glaze came into her eyes.
"You're . . . you're . . . Jack, you're pissing in my asshole!" she squealed. "You're pissing in mother's ass hole!"
"I can't help it, Mom," he groaned.
"Oh, baby, don't stop!" She felt his piss splashing the satiny walls of her asshole, and shuddered as an orgasm burst through her cant. "Ohhh, don't stop! Piss in my ass, darling! Ohhh, piss up mother's asshole!"
But Jack could not continue. He appeared to feel bad about pissing in her ass. His face flushed with embarrassment. Karen didn't want that. When he no longer pissed, she remained squatting there, his cock still up her ass. She remembered the way he had lain in his bed and pissed into the air, letting it splash over his stomach.
A gleam came into her dark eyes.
"Watch mother's cunt!" she squealed, and, when he had his eyes turned to her hairy cunt, Karen started to piss. She let loose squirt after squirt onto his stomach, his cock still inside her asshole. She saw a glazed look of ecstasy come over his face, and she began to piss without squirting it. She felt his cock grow hard inside her asshole again, and she kept pissing all over his stomach.
"Ohhhh, your cock is hard again," she moaned. "My pissing on you is making you so fucking hard in my ass again!"
"Oh, Mom, Mom!" Jack groaned, twisting his ass about. ''This is . . . Is . . . piss on me, Mom! Please, piss on me!"
"I am, baby!" she gurgled, pissing all over his stomach. "I am pissing on you, and your cock is hard and it's up my ass hole, and I want to feel you come again in my ass! Ohhh, this is beautiful!"
Jack ran his hand to her cunt, rubbing while she pissed, and then his cock squirted again. He began to come inside his mother's asshole, and all it had required was the flexing tightness of her ass around his prick and her pissing onto his stomach.
"Ohhhh, you're coming again, baby!" she screamed. "I feel your cock coming again up my asshole! Ooh, I�m going to piss all over you . . . just keep squirting that sweet come juice up my fucking hot asshole!"
She shivered atop him and finished pissing. His stomach was drenched, her asshole flooded with come juice and what piss he placed there.
Suddenly Jack moaned, "Sit in my face, Mom! Sit your cunt in my face. Hurry, please sit in my face with your wet cunt!''
Karen lifted her ass, his cock coming out, and scooted her hairy crotch along his body. She squatted into his face, and Jack began to lick hungrily. Karen writhed and twisted her piss-wet cunt into her son�s face, smearing his cheeks and mouth. His tongue lapped all about her crotch, her clitoris, the cunt lips. He sucked at her piss-wet cunt hair, and Karen twisted about to see his cock was swollen again. It was amazing that he could become so hard and so quickly.
She pulled her pussy away from his face and wiggled down again until she had his cock inside her cunt. Then she began fucking his cock as she spread her legs out, her tits smashing downward against his mouth.
They fucked in a frenzy, Jack digging his hands into his mother's bouncing, churning, naked ass. They gasped and groaned, panted and sobbed. The ecstasy burned through them both, inflamed by pissing.
Karen came at the same instant her son's cock gushed come juice into her fiery cunt, both of them trembling as if suddenly chilled. When it was over, she could hardly move. She rolled from her son, her muscles feeling like so much liquid. She rested on her back, gasping, shapely tits rising and falling, legs wide apart. There was a tingling in her cunt, in her asshole, and she gloried in the ecstasy that rumbled through her.
She felt her son's body close against her side. He felt as if his flesh was on fire. She turned to face him, wrapping her arms about him and kissing his cunt-wet and piss-wet face. She rubbed her naked stomach against his, feeling her own piss against her flesh. She ran her tongue about his lips, over his cheeks, then lifted up and smiled down at him.
"Now I have to take another bath," she murmured. "I've got to clean up and put some clothes
"Why?" he asked. "I like seeing you naked, Mom."
"Because I've got to see Joan, remember?" She grinned wickedly at him. "You do want to fuck her, don't you?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was not until the next day that Karen saw Joan.
Jack of course had to be in school. He couldn't miss too many days just because they were fucking and sucking so eagerly. They still would have all afternoon when he was home, and there was all night. Besides, the weather was becoming warmer and school would be out in a few more weeks.
Karen was amused by her son, who wanted to stay home from school every day. He was like a small boy who had been let loose in a candy store, told to take all he wanted, when he wanted. She, too, wished it were possible, but she restrained herself, sending him off to school that morning with a thorough blow job as he stood at the door, promising she would have Joan there when he came home.
She spent a long time in her tub after Jack was gone. She allowed herself to dream, to fantasize as she washed her body with scented soap. it had been true, what she had told him the day before. She would love to experience two cocks at the same time. It would be, she knew, thrilling to feel a hard cock fucking her cunt and one fucking her in her asshole. And, of course, a nice hard one inside her mouth. Maybe, she thought, it would be possible to make all three cocks come off at the same time, flooding her cunt, her asshole and her mouth all at once. Karen trembled with the thought, wondering where on earth she would find at least one more boy, one more cock. One would be difficult, enough, and two impossible, she thought. Her son, naturally, would be the third cock in her.
She dried herself quickly, feeling the passion flowing inside from the lewd images burning in her mind. Joan would be home today, she knew. Joan never went out during the day, and seldom at night. She had told Karen the reason she seldom dated was the fact men had become such a disappointment to her. As much as she loved to fuck, she had certain other desires, most of them men left unfulfilled . . . such as pissing.
It was a shame, Karen thought, because Joan was one of the most beautiful women she had ever known. But if Joan preferred loneliness to dating unsatisfactory men, that was her business. Many beautiful women were lonely and usually because of dissatisfaction with men. Joan had been more perky and happier since becoming sexually involved with Karen, but Karen knew she was not a lesbian. Joan talked too much about cock to be a confirmed lesbian.
Dressing in a low-cut cotton blouse and a skirt, Karen grinned at her reflection in the wall mirror. Joan was in for a nice surprise, she thought, lifting her skirt to look at her hairy cunt for a moment. She had decided to see Joan without panties, knowing something would happen between them, as it had been since they started this,
She left the house, walking swiftly, head back and brown hair flouncing, her tits jiggling delightfully inside her low-cut blouse. Her ass swayed enticingly as she walked, and she wondered how many people would be shocked if they knew she was naked under her skirt and blouse. Many women went without a bra, but she didn't know how many went without panties. Karen suspect9d there were in more than most people thought.
Joan met her at the door wearing a robe. "You got me out of the shower, honey," she said, pulling Karen into the house and closing the door. "But I don't mind in the least, I was just thinking about you, anyway."
Karen pressed her body against Joan as her friend hugged her tightly. Karen moved her hands inside loan's robe and down to those tight, shapely ass cheeks. They kissed each other almost tenderly at first, but heat overcame them.
"Go finish your shower,'' Karen murmured, pushing Joan away.
"I know the kind of shower I'd rather have," Joan giggled lewdly. "I think you have the cutest shower spoilt I've ever seen.''
"You're out of luck at the moment," Karen laughed. "I pissed before I left the house."
"Spoil sport." Joan frowned. "But that's okay . . . you'll have to piss again sometime" She pulled her robe from her body and let it fall to the floor. Joan knew Karen loved seeing her naked body. She winked lewdly, turned and shook her shapely ass. "Come with me and we'll talk while I finish up.''
Karen entered the steamy bathroom and sat on the toilet as Joan climbed back into the shower. She watched, becoming hotter while loan washed herself. Joan posed wickedly, her eyes gleaming.
"Oh, stop teasing," Karen laughed, slapping Joan's lovely ass. "You don't have to taunt me. I'm here and I'm ready.''
Joan laughed and turned the shower off, handing Karen a huge towel. "Dry me," she whispered.
Karen rubbed at the slender,, beautiful body, watching the flesh glow. She could not resist kissing, licking now and then. As Joan twisted about, presenting her ass to the towel, Karen dropped it and shoved her 1'ace against the creamy ass, kissing hotly.
"Oooommmrn, nice," Joan whispered, wiggling her ass into Karen's face. "Oh, that's what I like . . . lick the crack of my ass, honey!"
Karen pulled at Joan's firm ass cheeks, darting her tongue between them, probing Joan's puckered asshole. Joan, moaning in delight, bent over and grasped her ankles, arching her naked ass back.
"Mmmmm, lick everywhere, Karen! Ohhh, God, lick my cunt, my asshole! Ohhhh, you lick me so good, honey!"
Karen rammed her tongue into Joan's cunt, swirling it about, her nose pressing into the woman's pink asshole. Joan twisted her ass, writhing about, sobbing in pleasure. Karen fucked her tongue back and forth, tasting the sweetness of those thick fuck juices, lapping at them and swallowing. She ran her hands up and down Joan's fantastically lovely thighs, caressing and feeling. She moved her hands to the firm tits, taking one in each palm, fucking her tongue in and out of Joan's spasming cunt swiftly. Joan squealed and wiggled her ass into Karen's face as she came.
''Oh, God! Oh, God. I'm coming!'' she screamed.
Karen continued to lick Joan's cunt, her tongue no longer frantic. She lapped from the still-throbbing clit to the creamy ass, while Joan remained bent over, clutching her ankles, shaking with pleasure. Even after pulling her smeared face back, Karen wanted to keep feeling the satiny flesh of Joan's body, her thighs, her round. ass, those sweet tight tits, her hairy honey-blonde cunt. She moaned softly as she gave wet open-mouthed kisses to Joan's lovely naked ass.
"That made me so damned hot!" Karen mewled when Joan straightened. "You've contributed to a big change in me, Joan."
"I'm pleased to help," Joan replied, caressing Karen's face.
Karen followed Joan into the bedroom, sitting on the bed and watching Joan select her clothing for the day. The frilly panties looked non-existent, so sheer and tiny as she pulled them on. They concealed nothing. Joan did not, however, put on a bra. She too liked her tits free. Joan glanced at Karen and pulled a light summer sweater from her drawer, then a somewhat short skirt out of the closet. Once she was dressed, Karen noticed Joan's nipples were not only protruding, but could be seen through the mesh of the sweater. The skirt was a good four or five inches above her dimpled knees.
Joan looked, she thought, ravishing.
''Well, all dressed up and no place to go.'' Joan smiled, sitting on the bed and drawing one knee up, facing Karen.
The first thing Karen noticed was that Joan sat carelessly, and she peeked openly at the smooth thighs and sheer panties. Her thoughts, though, were on her son, wondering what his reaction would be when he saw Joan sitting this way. She knew, naturally, what his reaction would be-�a beautiful hard-on.
Karen didn't know how to go about this. She had never tried to procure a girl for anyone before, especially not for her son. Somehow it felt a lithe dirty. But, looking at Joan, she had no doubt the woman would do it. She moved her hand out and caressed Joan's knee. It was surprising to her how aggressive she had become. Joan started this, but it seemed to be Karen keeping it going, making the moves.
"About Jack," Karen began.
"What about that handsome young boy?" "He . . . well, Joan," Karen tried again, but got no further.
Joan looked steadily at her, a small smile on her beautiful face. "Listen, why don't we let things take their natural course, with a little help.''
"You know what I'm trying to say, Joan?"
"Of course." Joan smiled, placing her hand on top of Karen's, then drawing it up her thigh. "Don't worry about it, honey. I have an idea it will work out."
"Work out! Joan, my son is crazy to screw you.,,
"I know," she replied. "I'm not blind, Karen. I know how these horny kids can be. Of course he wants to fuck me. They all want to fuck me."
"You know about that, too?"
"How can I miss it?" Joan laughed. "I can hardly go out of the house without them looking, drooling for a peek under my dress. Jack is going to get more than a peek."
Karen laughed huskily, leaning forward and pressing her lips to those full, moist ones of Joan, kissing her hotly. Karen shot her hand under the short skirt and felt between Joan's slender thighs, caressing the heat of her cunt. She felt Joan's warm hand sliding along her thigh, and Karen mewled when Joan's hand cupped her cunt.
"Mmmmm, no panties," Joan whispered against Karen's lips. "I like that, honey."
Karen spread her legs as Joan worked a finger up and down her cunt, brushing her clit just enough to increase the burning tingle there. With a heavy moan, Karen fell back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and pulling her skirt to her waist. "Do something, Joan!" she wailed, twisting her ass about. "Do anything! I'm so fucking hot . . . and licking your cunt made it worse."
Joan gurgled softly, feeling up and down the creamy flesh of Karen's slim thighs. She touched Karen's cunt lightly, but it made Karen's hips jerk.
"Want to rub cunts?" Joan asked softly, squeezing Karen's pussy. She leaned down and licked lightly at Karen's belly button, then sucked at the thick brown cunt hairs. "We can rub cunts, honey. That's nice, too."
At the moment, Karen didn't care what they did, just as long as she came. Joan scissored her pantied cunt between Karen's thighs, and, when she pressed her pussy against that of Karen, Karen yelped in delight and grabbed for Joan's ass, pressing her steamy cunt hard into that of Joan. She' began to rub and wiggle her ass about, hunching her hips back and forth.
Joan held Karen's leg, bringing her foot toward her face and licking at her sole, sucking on her toes, her own ass grinding, her pantied cunt rubbing about Karen's naked pussy.
"Ohhhh, this is good!" Karen whimpered, fucking her cunt hard against Joan 's. "Your cunt is so fucking hot and wet, your panties are soaked, Joan."
"Mmmmm, I know," the younger woman replied. "They stay soaked every time I wear them. Fuck hard against my twat, honey! Rub your sweet pussy on my snatch! We can come this way!"
"I know! I know!" Karen squealed, churning her ass about furiously, feeling the wet heat of Joan's cunt against hers. "I'm about to come already!"
Joan sucked at Karen's toe, grinding her cunt back and forth, pumping into Karen's crotch as though she were fucking a hard cock. Both women began to breathe heavily, the sounds coming in hot gasps c4 ecstasy as they rolled about the bed, skirts high, hands clawing at each other's body, their cunts smashing hard.
Karen's orgasm was swelling hotly, her cunt throbbing like liquid heat against the pussy of Joan. She was panting in steaming gasps, clawing at the rippling, flexing round ass she had kissed and licked such a short time before. She was gritting her teeth as the orgasm boiled about, on the brink of explosion.
"Oh, God!" Joan wailed. "I'm going to come, too! I'm going to come again! Rub hard, honey! Ohhhh, rub my cunt hard! You're so fucking wet, Karen, and it makes my panties even more wet . . . arid I love it!"
Karen failed to reply. Instead, she screamed loudly as her orgasm burst, sending her naked hips flying back and forth, grinding with mindless ecstasy at Joan's bubbling cunt. Her hands dug harshly into Joan's pantied ass, almost tearing the flimsy material. Despite the power of her orgasm, she felt, through Joan's transparent panties, the other pussy convulse against hers. Feeling Joan's cunt throbbing in orgasm upon her own pussy sent Karen into a wilder, hotter orgasm.
Joan, as she came, bit down on Karen's toe, but not so hard as to hurt her. Both women trembled violently as their orgasms whipped through them, and finally they became still, the only sound in the room being their labored breathing.
After some time, Joan whispered, "Karen, do you think your son would enjoy watching us?"
"Watch us do what?"
"Don't be naive, honey," Joan laughed. "Watching us eat each other. You know, would he enjoy seeing us suck each other's cunts?"
"You know how boys are," Karen replied drowsily. "Anything erotic sets them off."
"What about you?" Joan asked, caressing Karen's shapely thigh, her cunt still pressed into Karen's. "Would it bother you if he saw us, our faces buried into each other's cunts?"
Karen thought about it, picturing it in her mind. She said, slowly, "No, it wouldn't bother me . . . except make me hotter, I think."
Joan laughed, a low, sultry sound. "You're just like me . . . exhibitionist! You kind of like to show it off, too, don't you, honey?" "1 guess you're right?' Karen agreed.
"Guys like that, YOU know," Joan said. "it seems to turn them on, seeing girls suck cunts. Jack's a guy, and I bet he'd come off in his fucking pants!"
"1 have better places for him to come off, Joan," Karen replied. 'And so do you. Why waste all that sweet come juice in his pants?"
"You're right," Joan said. "It was only a figure of speech, Karen. I'd much rather have him coming off in ray aunt, or in my mouth."
"Asshole?" Karen questioned.
"Yes, there, too." Joan paused, looking down tile length of her body and Karen's, seeing the woman's pretty face. "You been getting fucked up the ass, too?"
"Mmmrnm," Karen murmured.
"Jack must be some guy." Joan smiled. ''Not many of those anymore.
"My son is some guy," Karen replied, wiggling her cunt against Joan's. "His cock is always hard, believe it or not,"
"Oh, I believe it!" Joan whispered. "I don't only believe it, but I'm going to try it out this evening."
"He's going to love it," Karen murmured softly.
"And I'm going to love this," Joan mewled. Before Karen understood what Joan was talking about, she felt warm piss flowing against her cunt. She gave a squeal and began grinding her pussy into Joan's again. The piss soaked her already-wet pussy, and then Karen started pissing. Joan gurgled, and they pissed upon each other's cunt with pleasure, both squealing and rubbing against the other.
Later, they both showered with a great deal of fondling and kissing. They soaped one another, then as they got out, dried each other with huge towels. Karen examined her skirt, but it seemed to have remained dry.
While they dressed, Karen giggled. "You know, Joan, we're getting too much into this cunt-sucking business. I don't know about you, but I'd rather have a hard cock."
"Me, too," Joan responded. "But I'm kind of picky about that. If I don't have a cock around, I'll take a nice wet hairy cunt like yours. No sense going without it when you have one or the other around."
"I have a cock around," Karen reminded her.
"So you do," Joan laughed huskily. "So why do you keep coming over here? You know we can't be alone five minutes before we're eating pussy like crazy.
"Spice is the variety, as they say," Karen giggled.
"Then long live spice," Joan laughed.
They brushed their hair and then left, walking along the sidewalk holding hands, happy as they could be. They walked with long strides, tits jiggling, asses flexing, laughing and talking gaily.
Joan had replaced her soaked panties with a fresh pair, equally gauzy and erotic. Karen told her Jack would like that, one of them naked and the other with panties on. "That kid is going to have the best there is, I think," Karen laughed.
"He deserves it, honey," Joan agreed. "Jack is a damn good boy, the best there is. I wouldn't do this for just any of these horny boys, you know."
"Oh?"
"Hey, I don't put out for everyone," Joan said, laughing to take the sting from her voice. "I know some of my fantasies get pretty wild, but there's a big difference between fantasizing and doing."
"I know," Karen said, squeezing Joan's hand. "I was just teasing you."
"Come on, let's hurry," Joan said, breaking into a fast skipping run. "Jack is going to be home soon and I want to be there when he comes home."
CHAPTER NINE
When Jack entered the house, the first thing he saw was Joan.
Rather, not Joan, but her legs. She sat stretched out on the couch, her ass slumped forward on the cushions. Her knees were parted, and- her transparent panties were fully exposed because her short skirt was hiked high. He stopped as he closed the door, staring at her, then lifted his gaze and saw her blue eyes steaming at him. He glanced al his mother, who sat beside Joan.
"Joan is visiting," Karen said, watching her son's eyes light up as they shifted back to Joan's crotch. The front of his pants showed the bulge of his cock growing hard. Unlike his mother, Jack was not at all bashful. He licked his lips as he gazed hungrily. He could see the honey-blonde hairs, the pink wetness of Joan's cunt completely. Her panties were just like glass. His cock rose up until his prick was fully hard, outlined against his pants.
That was where Joan was looking.
"My God," Joan murmured. "Is that all
Karen, too, gazed at the lump of her son's cock there?"
prick, her dark eyes glowing with erotic pleasure. While her son stared at Joan's crotch, she lifted her leg and tossed it over Joan's, pulling her skirt high. it pleased her when he looked at her, seeing her naked cunt, his tongue again going over his lips.
"Two cunts," Karen whispered throatily. "Two cunts and one cock. But I think you know how to take care of them, don't you, darling?"
While he stared at his mother's and Joan's pussies, Jack opened his pants and released his cock. Joan gasped when she saw his prick. "Oh, that's one nice cock!" she said. "Mmmmm, just what I've been waiting for."
Jack lifted his balls free and stood there with his cock standing out hard, his balls below. Joan ran a finger down and began moving it along her slit, her other hand going out to Karen's cunt. Jack moved toward them, his eyes blazing as his cock jerked about.
He dropped to his knees and ran his hands up to Joan's thighs, then under to cup her ass. Joan shoved her ass closer toward him. Want a lick?" she asked softly. "Want a lick of that candy?"
Karen watched her son, her eyes smoldering. She gasped with pleasure as she watched him shove his face into Joan's pussy. His tongue came out, and he licked up and down the crotch of her panties. As exciting as this was, Karen got to her feet. "Let's go to the bedroom. I have alt those mirrors and we can�"
"Let's go!" Joan said, grabbing the back of Jack's head and pulling his face into her crotch for a moment, grinding into his mouth. "Mmmmm, I think this is going to be wonderful!"
Jack got up, his cock and balls still out. Joan took hold of his cock and they moved toward the bedroom. There, Karen and Joan positioned themselves next to each other, side by side, facing the mirrored wall. They spread their legs wide and looked at themselves as Jack undressed. He was so excited, his cock was dripping all over the place. He was unable to keep his eyes off the two cunts, one with dark hair, the other a beautiful blonde.
Climbing onto the bed with them, Jack shoved his face into Joan's cunt, jerking the crotch of her panties on one side. Joan gurgled as his tongue lapped up and down the hot lips of her pussy. Karen could see it all in the mirror, her son's naked ass, the way he squirmed his hard, throbbing cock against the mattress.
Then Jack shoved his face against his mother's cunt, licking frantically, sucking on her clit. He caressed Joan's bushy pussy with his hand, then turned to lick and suck at her cunt again, feeling his mother up this time.
"My God!" Joan moaned. "You know how to suck a cunt, don't you, baby! Ahhh, stick your tongue way up there . . . wiggle it eat me! Ohhhh, Jack, suck my hot pussy!"
Karen felt her own cunt boiling from excitement. She found it very erotic to watch her son eating the cunt of 11cr friend, his cock very hard, knowing he would soon shove it up that blonde-haired cunt and fuck her good.
"Oh, Jack," she crooned softly, "eat Joan�s twat . . . give her a good tongue fuck, baby! Suck her PUSSY!" Karen moved around, trying to see everything, and Jack had his finger fucking in and out of her cunt as he slurped wetly and noisily.
Joan held the back of his head with both hands, lifting her long legs high into the air, squeezing her hot thighs about his face, her ass coming off the bed. She was gasping and groaning in delight, her blonde hair fanning about as she twisted her head in passion.
"You're making me conic already!" Joan yelled. "God, what a tongue! Tongue the piss out of my cunt, Jack! Fuck my hot cunt with that sweet tongue! I'm coming! Ohhh, am I ever coming!"
Karen was on her knees, spread wide on the bed, watching Joan's body shudder with intense orgasm. She held her son's wrist, fucking his finger in and out of her own boiling cunt, She was close to coming herself. Either Jack realized this or he was just excited. Pulling his face away from Joan's hairy crotch, he shoved his face between his mother's thighs, turning onto his back. Karen sat in her son's face, her hips writhing as his tongue seemed to be everywhere, on her clit, her cunt, her asshole. She was facing his feet, and, when she saw Joan twisting about on the bed and then gulping her son's hard cock deep into her mouth, she screamed in voyeuristic delight.
"Suck his cock, Joan! Eat his hard cock! Ohhh, swallow his prick . . . suck it tongue it! Ohhh, you're going to make me come, baby! Eat mother's cunt .. . tongue fuck mother in the cunt!"
Joan was sucking on Jack's cock with a starving frenzy, her beautiful young face bobbing up and down. Karen could hear the ecstatic moans Joan made. She began to grind her cunt harder into her son's face, watching him lift his hips to fuck his cock keep into Joan's hungrily sucking mouth. Then she came.
"Ohhh, shit, shit!" Karen yelled, rubbing her slippery cunt about her son's face, coming hard. "Ohhh, I'm coming! I'm coming in your fucking mouth, darling!"
The words inflamed Joan to a greater effort. Joan was squealing as her tight, wet lips fucked up and down Jack's throbbing cock. She was gripping his thrashing hips with tight fingers, and Karen could see Joan's legs and ass in the mirror, her panties still on.
Joan lifted her mouth from Jack's cock, grunting in a hot voice, "Come, Jack! Come in my mouth! God, I want that come juice in my cock sucking mouth! Come a lot, Jack fill my mouth with your sweet come juice!"
She gobbled his cock hurriedly again, sucking swiftly with hot, wet lips. Karen, her cunt still throbbing, pulled her pussy from her son's face, wanting to watch his come juice spurt into loan's mouth. To her, seeing her son's cock gush that creamy come juice into her friend's mouth would be a real turn-on.
She moved her face close, licking at her son's squirming hip, her eyes glazed in lust.
Jack arched his cock up, grunting loudly as he grabbed Joan's head. loan gurgled as thick come juice spurted into her mouth and down her throat.
Karen shivered with erotic ecstasy, watching her son squirt his come juice into Joan's greedy mouth. She saw Joan's throat working as she swallowed, listened to the woman's soft, happy, liquid gurgles. Creamy white come juice seeped from Joan's tight lips, running down to the base of his cock. Karen whimpered and shoved her face closer, her tongue out and lapping at the sweetness. Shoving her hand between her son's thighs, Karen gripped his writhing, tightening balls, twisting at them as he came in Joan's mouth. Her tongue licked about the base of his cock eagerly, often brushing Joan's stretched lips.
Jack, his eyes glazed with erotic passion, watched his mother and Joan in the mirror, seeing their reflections as they licked and sucked at his prick.
Joan pulled her mouth from his cock when he finished and scooted up along his side, her hand stroking his prick gently. Karen saw come juice clinging to Joan's lips and moved upward, too. Leaning across Jack's chest, the two women kissed, and Karen licked creamy come juice from Joan's mouth. Jack, very excited by all this, had his arm around each, pulling at skirts until he cupped both women's round asses, squeezing them with his fingers.
They rested, Karen and Joan on each side of him, close and tight. They fondled his cock and balls, taking turns with their hands.
"You like us?" Joan murmured. "I mean, together this way, Jack?"
"Oh, wow!" he grunted. "Two hot ones!"
Karen laughed low and throaty. "What more could a guy ask for, huh? You're the luckiest kid on the block."
"The whole damned city!" he chuckled, turning his attention to undressing his mother and Joan. They allowed him to remove all their clothing, not helping him, but turning and arching so he could pull skirts and sweaters off. Then he sat between them, and sucked at their tits, going from his mother's tits to Joan's. Joan squeezed her own tits in both hands, making her pink, succulent nipple stand out for him.
"Oh, I like the way you suck my tit," Joan crooned softly. She was stroking his cock while Karen caressed his young balls. "You sure know a lot for your age, Jack."
"I had a good teacher," he mumbled.
Joan winked at Karen above his head. "You sure did, honey," she said, pulling his face tight against her tits. "You sure did!"
Jack was hungry for them. He twisted his head about, sucking their fits in a hungry heat. His hands moved about their smooth slender thighs, stroked their rounded ass cheeks, and felt their hairy 'wet cunts His cock began to stand hard again, making Joan gurgle with pleasure as she pumped his prick up and down with a tight fist. Karen watched them more than she actively participated now, enjoying her voyeurism. It excited her to see her son feeling up Joan, thrilled her to see Joan so eager to fuck and suck her son.
Karen's cunt bubbled and throbbed just from watching Joan stroke her son's cock and balls . . . watching Jack suck on her shapely tits and feel her honey-blonde cunt. She sat to one side and brought her knees to her chin, watching as Joan shoved Jack onto his back. Karen lazily probed arid rubbed at her pussy while Joan leaned over her son, fucking the tip of her tongue about his tiny nipples, lapping at his hairless chest, moving her tongue to his stomach.
Joan lifted her head and watched his cock as she jacked her fist up and down. When moisture glistened cm his piss hole, Karen mewled softly to see Joan's pink tongue lick it away.
Then Joan swung her long legs over Jack, straddling his hips. Karen watched Joan's rounded ass lower, and she saw her son's cock sink into that tight, fiery blonde cunt easily. Joan sat up on Jack, his cock deep inside her grasping pussy. She was wiggling jerkily, squealing with pleasure. Karen swung her legs over his thighs and pressed her firm tits against Joan's creamy back, reaching under her arms to cup those tight spongy tits of Joan while looking over her shoulder at her son's hot face. She fondled Joan's tight tits, pulling and twisting her nipples, rubbing her wet cunt against his thigh, smashing her tits against Joan's back. She could feel Joan's body writhing on her son's cock.
"You have to fuck me now," Jack said. "Joan, if you put my cock in your cunt, you have to fuck me!"
"Why?" Joan teased.
"Rules of the house," Jack laughed. "Anytime my cock is in a cunt in this house, that cunt has to fuck me."
"Ohhhh, nice rules!" Joan murmured, and she started writhing her ass about, her hairy cunt lips at the base of his throbbing prick. "I like rules like those!"
"You're a cunt," Karen said close to Joan's ear. "You're a cunt, Joan, so you have to fuck him.
"I will!" Joan gurgled. "Oh, I'll fuck him good!"
When Joan leaned over Jack, her tits dangling in his face, Karen sat back on his knees, her cunt pressing against one knee. She stared down at Joan's spreading thighs, at her creamy ass, watching Joan twist about and sigh with delight. She could see her son's cock spreading the sweetness of Joan's hairy cunt, her ass moving up and down. Jack remained still, just arching his prick up, letting Joan ride his cock.
Karen gripped her son' precious balls in one hand and stroked Joan's ass with the other. It excited Karen to see his cock, glistening with wetness, being gobbled by Joan's deliciously hot pussy. She could watch Joan's asshole wink and flex as her hips moved up and down. The whole crotch of her son was visible to her burning eyes, and everything of Joan could be seen from her cunt to asshole.
It was the most erotic sight Karen had ever seen, and she squirmed her bubbling cunt against her son's knee. At this moment she was more interested in watching than anything else. She was perfectly content to sit there and watch Joan's cunt ride up and down her son's cock, while she held and played with his sweet balls and fondled Joan's writhing naked ass.
She trailed her fingertip up and down the crack of Joan's ass, rubbing lightly upon that sensitive asshole, her eyes blazing with voyeuristic passion. The touch of her finger made Joan's asshole pucker, and Karen could feel her son's balls writhing in her other hand.
"Ohhh, fuck him, Joan," she murmured. "Oh, God ... that looks so beautiful, his cock in your cunt! Fuck my son! Oh, fuck his sweet cock, Joan!"
Karen scooted her ass downward, leaning forward so she could see everything in close detail. The pink wetness of Joan's honey blonde cunt stretched beautifully about Jack's hard cock, and every time Joan lifted her ass, Karen was sure her son's prick would slip free. But Joan always managed to keep that swollen cock head inside. She would lift tier creamy ass so far, then plunge down fast, sinking onto Jack's cock with hot squeals of ecstasy, the cheeks of her ass tightening with each plunge, spreading as she lifted.
Karen could riot resist moving her lips against Joan's ass, kissing as her friend fucked up and down her son's prick. She licked the creamy sweetness, swirling her tongue about, her breath hot as she panted. She drew back and looked again at Joan's cunt stretching about Jack's cock, and lifted his balls in her hand. She kissed them, then swirled her tongue around them, feeling Joan's hot ass brushing at her face. She pressed her own cunt onto her son's toes, and with a few twists, managed to get his toes inside. She began to fuck Jack's toes, kissing and licking at his balls and Joan's humping ass in turn. She listened to her son slurping and sucking at Joan's tits as they dangled in his face. The moans of Joan and the hungry grunts of her son increased the heat boiling through her body. The sounds, along with what she was seeing and tasting, sent her emotions soaring with erotic ecstasy.
Enjoying everything, Karen could hardly decide where she wanted her mouth�her son's balls or Joan's thrashing ass. She went from one to the other swiftly, mouthing and sucking and licking, sobbing in steaming lust. She ran her tongue about Jack's balls, up the slippery wetness at the base of his cock, then probed her tongue against Joan's tightening asshole and started all over again. She kept her own cunt moving on his toes, feeling her pussy burn and tingle as orgasms rushed through her, bursting in her cunt. Each orgasm was stronger and more delicious than the last.
"Fuck . . . fuck me!" Joan was yelling, although her ass was bouncing up and down. "What a cock! Ohhh, baby, that is some kind of cock . . . in my cunt! Ohhhh, it fills my hot pussy so nicely! Mmmrnm, I'm going to hick it off, baby! I'm going to burn your fucking cock off with my hot cunt!"
Joan was fucking so swiftly, Karen was having a hard time. She could hardly lick about Joan's ass, especially between those hot ass cheeks and at that tight asshole. She was getting her nose banged too much. Finally she shoved her face down and drew her son's balls between her lips and into her wet, hot mouth. She sucked them, her tongue swirling, her nose brushing the curls of Joan's cunt.
She felt her son's balls drawing up, felt him arching his hips higher, trying to fuck his cock deeper into Joan's gripping cunt. Karen knew he was on the brink of discharge, and she sucked harder, moaning low in her throat. She rammed a hand under his uplifted ass, digging her fingers into his tight ass cheek.
Joan, too, knew that Jack was about to come. She screamed out her own orgasm and pumped hard and fast. "Do it! Do it!" she screamed. "Fill my fucking cunt, Jack! Ohhh, flood my hot pussy with come juice! Come...come in me!"
Karen' felt her son's balls in her mouth, felt the spasms as he gushed come juice from his cock. She squealed with a mouthful of delicious balls, and her own cunt exploded on his toes. She released his balls and raced her tongue to the base of his cock, tasting Joan s cunt-juice and the seeping come juice of her son, her mind reeling with the erotic ecstasy . .
CHAPTER TEN
"Well," Karen said, "how was it, baby?" Joan had been gone for some time now, and she was inked with her son, snuggled up close to him, her hand cupping his cock and balls.
"Great, Mom," he replied. "I think I could handle two of you for a while."
"Shit!" she snorted. "You just think you can. We wore you out, didn't we?"
"Only because I'm not in practice," he laughed.
"This isn't football, you know," Karen giggled, pulling at his cock hard. "This is more fun than football, don't you think?"
"And a guy don't need to learn rules, either."
"All he needs to know is how to please us," she said. "You just keep on pleasing Joan and I, and you'll have all the cunt you can handle, darling.
"What happens if I can't please you?" he asked.
"I don't know about Joan, but I'll always be here, available, waiting and ready."
He snuggled in close to her, his face pressed against her tits, one arm around her waist.
It was too late for him to go to school when they woke up, but Karen didn't mind. He was such a good student,, a day or so wouldn't harm him any. She let her son sleep while she luxuriated in a hot bath. She remembered how excited he had been the day before, coming home and seeing Joan sitting there exposing her cunt in those sheer panties. He was one lucky kid. She smiled to herself. There weren't many boys his age getting so much fucking. Especially not from two quite beautiful women, even if one of them was his mother. But that made it even more exciting, she thought.
More mothers should get involved when their sons begin feeling those urges, she thought. The poor little guys walked around all frustrated, cocks throbbing and wanting to fuck some tight little cunt, but not knowing how to go about it, It would cut down on jacking off. She giggled silently.
Karen pulled the plug and remained in the tub as the water drained away. She looked down at her body, seeing the firmness of her tits, the way her nipples stood up. The dark curls of her cunt hair were matted wetly. She opened her thighs and lifted her knees, trying to peer between her legs at her cunt. Feeling the urge to piss, she drew her legs back to her tits and, watching between them, pissed a stream that splashed upon the tub. She lowered her legs and pressed them together, still pissing, feeling the warmth on her flesh. She moved a hand down and cupped her cunt as she pissed, then rubbed up and down.
She still didn't understand this fascination about pissing. She no longer tried to figure it out. She enjoyed it, and that was that. Fortunately, so did Jack . �. and Joan.
She recalled how it had excited her when Joan had shoved her piss-wet cunt into her face, how she had loved licking that pussy, tasting the creamy juices and piss together. There was something she wanted, and she knew Joan would enjoy it, too. Jack would be no problem, of that she was certain. Her son, she knew, would do anything as long as it was erotic and he got his thrills.
She turned the shower on arid stood under the spray, rinsing her body. Getting out of the shower-tub, she carried a big towel with her back into the bedroom and stood looking at her reflection as she dried her body. There was nothing wrong with her body, she was pleased to see. Her tits were high and firm, thrusting out like any young teenaged girl's tits. Her cunt hair was thick and shaped sweetly in a fine triangle, and her cunt lips were always eager to wrap about Jack's cock.
She saw her son watching her and turned toward him, sticking her tongue out playfully, then swirling it over her lips in a gesture that made him laugh.
"Always hungry, huh, Mom?" he laughed.
"Where would you be if I wasn't?"
"Oh, I'd find me a little girl someplace," he said. "If a guy looks hard enough, there's one around."
Karen's eyes narrowed. "Do you think so, baby?"
"Sure," he said, sitting up and throwing his legs over the bed. "Guys, too, for you."
Karen thought about that. Of course her son would know which boys were so horny they could hardly stand it. But she wasn't aware that he knew about any hot-assed little girls.
"I wonder . . . " she said.
"Wonder what, Mom?" he called, heading for the shower.
But she didn't answer him. She was already involved in a fantasy, wondering if it could possibly be. She shivered a little with the idea. It was something she would have to take up later, and she also wanted to see how Joan would feel about it.
There was a burning inside her cunt as she thought of naked 'boys and girls sprawled about her house, all of them eating each other, fucking each other, and . . . and . . . pissing!
Karen almost came as she finished drying herself.
She pulled on a pair of lacy bikini panties, leaving her bra alone. She brushed her hair, wearing her panties only, seeing her son as he came from the shower, his hair plastered wetly to his head. She shook her ass at him, seeing his cock standing straight up.
"Is Joan coming over today, Mom?"
"You like that, huh?" she teased. "You really like having the two of us sucking and fucking you, don't you?"
"Sure," he said simply.
"Then why don't you give her a call and see."
"I'll do that," Jack said and sat on the bed, his cock standing tall as he called Joan. Karen listened to his side 'of the conversation and could tell Joan would be there in about an hour or so.
"But what can we do until she gets here?" he asked.
Karen looked at tier son. Was he getting tired of her already? They had been fucking hardly a week. His cock was standing up. She walked over to him, dropping to her knees, taking his hard-on into her mouth. She sucked him for awhile, then began to stroke his cock with her fist and look tip into his face.
"Darling, have you pissed?"
"Not yet," he replied.
"Then piss on me!" she said, sprawling back on the floor. "Piss on mother!"
"Where?"
"Here," she replied, rubbing at her cunt.
"You ye got panties on," he said.
"Do it!" Karen hissed in passion, spreading her legs as wide as she could.
Jack stood between his mother's legs, aiming his cock toward her cunt, The stream of piss splashed into the crotch of her stretched panties. Feeling her son pissing on her this way sent Karen into writing ecstasy. When her panties were thoroughly soaked, she clawed the crotch wide, exposing her fiery cunt to him.
Jack watched his mother lift her ass, holding her panties wide, and he pissed directly onto her hairy cunt.
"Ohhhh, God!" Karen moaned. "You're making me come! Ohhhh, piss on mother's cunt! I'm coming!"
By the time Jack finished, her crotch was drenched, her panties soaked completely. She writhed her ass about for a while longer, her orgasms slowly stopping. She lay there, looking up at him, her eyes glazed with passion, soft mewls bubbling from her. Jack stood, holding his cock. She sat up, running her tongue over the head of his cock, licking away what piss remained there.
She had to shower again, and, by the time she got out, Joan was there.
Jack and Joan were sitting on the bed, with Joan stroking her son's cock and plunging her tongue down his throat. Jack had his hand between Joan's thighs, fucking a finger in and out of her cunt. Joan, she noticed, was half undressed, her beautiful tits exposed, her nipples hard. She still had her skirt on, but it was around her waist.
Forgetting the towel, her body still wet from the shower, Karen moved to them. Cupping Joan's tits in her hands, she leaned down and began to suck on a rubbery nipple. Joan's free hand moved up her thighs, then between them, rubbing at her hairy cunt gently.
"Mmmmm," Joan murmured as she pulled her tongue out of Jack's young mouth. "I'm glad you called, Jack."
Karen lifted her mouth off Joan's tit, dropping to her knees to take her son's cock into her mouth. Joan removed her fist and held Jack's balls, brushing them about Karen's chin.
When Joan pressed Jack back on the bed, he sprawled there, his legs wide apart, his mother sucking slowly and hotly on his cock, her eyes gleaming. Joan leaned down, and Karen passed her son's cock to her friend's mouth. She watched Joan's long tongue lick up the cock shaft, then take the swollen prick head into her mouth, going down. Since she was on her knees between his legs, Karen shoved her face to his balls, sucking them while Joan sucked his cock.
Jack was twisting about in ecstasy, grinning and gurgling as the two wet, hot mouths sucked his cock and balls. But Karen wanted something else at the moment.
"Sit on him and put his cock up your cunt, Joan," she said. "Facing me."
Joan straddled Jack, and Karen pressed her son s cock up her cunt. She mewled softly as she watched his prick spread those sweet cunt lips. She saw Joan's clit throbbing just above and quickly shoved her mouth against it, taking it between her lips and sucking, making Joan squeal in passion.
"I can lick both of you this way," Karen whispered in a hot voice.
She shot her tongue to her son's balls, drawing it up over them, up the base of his cock, along the stretched lips of Joan's cunt, and then twirled it about her clit. She began to repeat this with her tongue, time and again, mewling with pleasure as she tasted them both.
For a while Joan sat there, leaning back and peering down, watching Karen's lovely face move up and down. But after a while she couldn't stand it any longer.
She began to wiggle her ass, fucking Jack in this awkward position. Karen, finding she could still lick them both even though Joan was lifting and lowering her cunt on Jack's cock, ran her tongue about both hot crotches, tasting the fuck juices that bubbled around the lips of Joan's cunt and smeared her son's cock.
She was making sure her son enjoyed this, knowing her turn would come later. Right now, this was for him. She ran her tongue about his balls, up to the base of his cock, and twisted it about Joan's cunt. Her son, she knew, was feeling the fiery heat of Joan's cunt fucking him and the hungry way she licked and sucked them both.
She ran her hands about Joan's smooth creamy thighs, about her son's thighs, feeling them both as she licked and slurped between his legs. She drew her tongue about his balls, to the base of his cock, up over Joan's clit, making them both shiver with ecstasy.
But she wasn't going to let her son come in Joan's cunt�that would happen in her mouth. She found herself almost desperate to have the taste of his come juice mingle with the sweetness of Joan's cunt in her mouth at the same time.
Joan bounced and squirmed, fucking Jack, and it was not very tong before Karen wanted to watch more than taste. She drew her face back a few inches, eyes glazed with passion, watching Joan's blonde-haired cunt fuck up and down her son's cock. His prick was shiny with the wetness of Joan's pussy.
"Ohhhh, here I go again!" Joan squealed, pumping hard and fast. "I'm going to come!"
She rammed her cunt down hard on Jack's cock, and Karen watched, excited as Joan's cunt lips convulsed, squeezing at Jack's cock. She put her hand on Joan's lower stomach, her other at the base of Jack's prick. She knew her son would be unable to take much of that hot squeezing before he shot that creamy come juice from his balls.
She opened her mouth, her tongue far out, waiting, anticipating, breathing hard, her own cunt throbbing. She knew she would come if she could only
Joan's tight cunt squeezed very hard about Jack's prick, as if her pussy were sucking him off. Joan wailed in ecstasy as her body shivered. Karen, fascinated by the way Joan's cunt seemed to be sucking on her son's cock, almost missed it completely.
She noticed her son's balls drawing up. But the fascination of seeing Joan's pink cunt drawing on his cock almost kept her from moving in time.
She felt his cock throb against her fingers, and, just in time, moved Joan's cunt off him. Quickly, Karen closed her lips about the swollen head of her son's cock. She was just in time.
The hot, creamy come juice gushed into her mouth, and she swirled her tongue about his piss hole, swallowing in liquid ecstasy, her nose pressing against Joan's still-pulsating cunt. Jack gushed time and again, filling his mother's mouth with the thick sweetness.
Karen moaned in delight as his come juice burned down her greedy throat, and her cunt, untouched, exploded with tight convulsions.
The taste of her son's come juice, mixed with Joan's sweet cunt-juices, sent her mind reeling and her cunt into spasms of orgasm.
"Damn you!" Joan said.
Karen looked up innocently, her eyes twinkling. "Why damn me, Joan?"
"I fucked him, so I should have had him come off in my cunt," Joan complained.
"And I wanted to see what his come juice tasted like mixed with the juice from your cunt," Karen replied. "You can try it next."
"Well, I guess that will be okay." Joan grinned. "We've got to share this fucker, right, don't we?"
Karen sat on her heels, watching Joan remove her blouse and skirt now.
"Since this looks like a long day, I might as well be prepared for it." Joan looked at Jack. "You think you're going to be up to all this, honey?"
"Try me." Jack grinned.
"Oh, we will!" Joan laughed huskily, tossing her skirt and blouse to the foot of the bed. ''We most certainly will try you.
Karen, sitting at the edge of the bed with her chin propped on her hand, said, "Jack seems to know a few boys arid girls, Joan."
Joan looked at Jack, then at Karen. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
''You know very well what it means,.'' Karen said, stroking her son's cock and balls. "Do you want in on it?"
Joan looked at Karen, her eyes thoughtful. "Well, now that you mention it, that might be good for rainy days.
"Rainy days, huh," Karen grinned lewdly. "I know all about rainy days. Don't we, Jack?"
He nodded and grinned at his mother.
"I see you two are into just about everything," Joan laughed.
"Anybody interested in a little rain?" Karen asked. "Besides me, I mean."
"You know it, honey!" Joan said quickly. "I'm a wet weather girl myself."
For a while they discussed what boys and girls Jack knew, how sure he was about them. It was agreed between all three it would be a real ball.
As they talked about it, both Karen and Joan fondled and played with Jack's cock and balls. They turned him over and licked about his ass, then Joan managed to squirm underneath him and get his cock inside her mouth. Karen leaned clown between his thighs and watched Joan suck on his cock, then she began to lick at his ass.
Jack drew hi legs up, arching his ass into his mother's face while Joan sucked his cock. Karen licked her tongue up and down the crack of his ass. When she probed at his tight ass hole, Jack grunted in ecstasy.
"Oh, wow!" he grunted. "Suck my cock, Joan! Mom, stick your tongue up my ass! Fuck my ass hole with your tongue, Mom. . and Joan can suck my cock!"
With his balls between their chins, Karen and Joan tongued Jack. While Joan sucked hungrily on his throbbing cock, his mother fucked her tongue in and out of his asshole. Karen's tits smashed against the firm tits of Joan, their nipples burning together. Their hairy cunts touched and they began to twist and rub at each other. Karen fucked her tongue as deep as she could into her son's asshole, fucking her tongue in and out while Joan sucked on his hard prick. All three moaned and groaned, sobbing with erotic ecstasy. Karen felt her sort's asshole squeezing at her tongue, and his balls writhed between their chins. Karen banged up and down against Joan's hairy cunt, twisting her tits into the spongy ones beneath her.
Orgasms began to explode in Karen's cunt, and she banged her pussy harder against Joan's. She fucked her tongue in and out of her son's asshole swiftly. Joan arched her bushy cunt into Karen's, groaning as she, too, came. Jack yelped loudly when his cock squirted, flooding Joan's mouth with his thick come juice. Karen felt her son's asshole squeeze her tongue as he shot into Joan's mouth, and her orgasm increased in power. Jack came so hard he farted in his mother's face.
"Oh, damn!" Joan moaned after Jack rolled from her face. "You almost drowned me. But, God . . . was it good!"
Karen pulled herself up along side Joan, shoving her lips close and running her tongue into Joan's mouth. "I get a taste, too," she murmured, licking about Joan's mouth and lips.
Jack stood up on the bed, looking down at his mother and Joan. They were so beautifully naked, with such sweet firm tits, slender thighs and fiery cunts. He could do anything he wanted with them, of that he had no doubt.
Lying side by side, Karen and Joan looked up at him, seeing his cock dangling there. They looked at each other and grinned lewdly.
"Make it rain on us!" Karen said.
"Yes, Jack . . . rain right in our fucking faces!" Joan urged thickly. "Piss in our faces, Jack!"
Jack held his cock, aiming clown at them. He had a happy grin on his face as he began to piss.
Karen and Joan whimpered in pleasure as he pissed into their faces. When they opened their mouths, he pissed directly into them, swinging his cock from his mother's face to Joan's. They held their mouths wide open, swallowing as he pissed into them. Both Karen and Joan writhed their naked asses, opening and closing their long thighs, both in orgasm again as Jack pissed into their mouths, both thinking of tomorrow . . . of young cunts . . . young cocks, all fucking, all sucking . . . and all pissing...
