Standing in the driveway, her feet set apart and her hands on her hips, Shelly Stevens looked up at Johnny as he fastened the basketball hoop to the roof of the garage. The ladder looked fragile to her, and she was afraid he would fall. When she noticed it shake a little, she stepped up to the ladder to hold it steady. Now, looking up at him, her breath caught.
Johnny wore a pair of old, faded jeans hacked off high on his thighs. She could see his balls and the tip of his cock. Not expecting to see her son like this, she stared open-eyed, feeling a strange gripping sensation flow through her body, between her thighs, which caused a sudden inward sucking feeling of her cunt.
Her eyes glazed with heat as she kept looking up, unable to turn away. The lower cheek of his ass was in sight, but her eyes burned on his balls and the head of his cock. His balls looked so precious, so young and smooth, so full. The head of his cock appeared to be satiny smooth, too, and she could see the little piss hole.
Shelly couldn't stop looking. His youthful cock and hot, suckable balls made the hairy lips of her cunt swell, become puffy, and her clit took on a delicious vibration as it hardened. She felt the wetness in the tight crotch of her panties, and she clamped her thighs together, but this intensified the overwhelming feeling.
"All done, Mom," Johnny said, starting down the ladder.
Shelly murmured a reply, watching his ass jut outward as he came down the ladder. When his legs were in front of her, he missed the next rung. Shelly grabbed for his knees, her hands sliding up his thighs, her fingers moving under the frayed edges of his cut-offs.
Johnny paused, looking over his shoulder and down at her.
Shelly gripped his upper thighs hard, and she could feel his balls against the back of her fingers. "What's wrong, Mom?" Johnny asked.
"Hmmmm?"
"You're squeezing my legs."
Shelly ran her tongue over her lips, fighting off the urge to kiss the backs of his thighs near his ass. She relaxed her grip, moving away as her son climbed down.
Dusting his hands, Johnny looked up at his handiwork.
Shelly looked at her son. He had dark hair, like hers, a slim but wiry frame; he was a good boy at home and at school. She wanted to hug him against her tits, smash his good-looking face against her tits and cling to him, feel his mouth suck her tits while she explored his young cock and balls.
"Why are you looking at me that way, Mom?" A shudder swept through Shelly as she gained some control of herself. She smiled.
"Look at you," she said. "You're all sweaty and dusty. You better take a shower, honey. And get out of those old shorts; put on some clean ones."
He turned, and she gave him a playful swat on his ass, getting a grin from him as he went into the house.
Shelly was trembling. The image of what she had seen burned in her mind, branded there.
Her reaction was very unusual.
Married at eighteen, straight out of high school, Shelly hadn't known much about sex. She had been a virgin when she married, much to the delight of her husband, who had been fifteen years older than her. At first he had been tender and caring, but then he started making demands of her that shocked her. He wanted her to take his cock in her mouth, to suck it, let him come in her mouth. Shelly had been disgusted. He wanted to stick his cock up her ass, and that had caused a bitter battle between them.
She finally divorced him after he had shoved his cock up her asshole while she had been sleeping. She had jerked awake as the pain seared her, jumping from the bed and turning on him in fury.
His words that day still haunted her.
"How can a woman look so fucking hot and sexy and be so damned cold!"
Shelly knew she was attractive. She had rich, dark hair and blue eyes, and satiny, unblemished skin. Tall and slender, she had a hard-on producing body, with high, firm, round tits that needed no support, with long light-brown nipples with large areolas. Her waist was narrow, her hips curving deliciously into long, slim thighs and curvy legs. Her ass was compact, tight, rounded firmly with cheeks that bunched and swayed as she walked.
She entered the house from the garage, hearing the shower. She prepared herself a glass of iced tea, then one for Johnny.
She noticed that her hands shook, and that strange tingle was still there, between her thighs. she had felt a sensaton like this only a few times before.
She was sitting at the small kitchen table when her son came in, a towel wrapped about his hips, knotted on one side.
She started to tell him that he should know better than to run around the house undressed, but, as Johnny sat down in a chair and crossed his legs, knowing he was naked under the towel made her flesh feel hot.
Something was happening to her, making her feel so strange. Shelly wasn't sure she liked the feeling, but she could not deny it was a delicious feeling.
"Now all I need is a basketball, Mom," he said, sipping his iced tea. "We'll get it later this afternoon." Johnny's towel slipped, and Shelly found herself staring at the tip of his cock again, her chest feeling light, as if she couldn't take in enough air. Her tits became too swollen for her bra, and there was a deep, throbbing going on inside her cunt.
She felt a little light-headed, and her eyes didn't want to focus on anything but the tip of her son's cock. She wondered if she was losing her mind, and if so, it was a pleasant way to lose it. Her flesh itched, burned, and her cunt-lips felt swollen, too. The palms of her hands tingled, and she tightened them into fists, knowing they were shaking. Johnny didn't seem to notice what was happening to her. He uncrossed his knees, and recrossed them the other way. The towel pulled to one side, and Shelly became mesmerized by the view of his cock and balls.
Her shoulders shook, and she pressed her fists hard against her legs, fighting the overwhelming urge to jerk the towel away and look at his young nakedness.
The way his thighs squeezed his cock and balls caused his prick to stick upward, the head taunting her, his small piss-hole acting like a beacon. She drew in a deep breath, her shoulders lifting, her firm tits thrusting outward.
Johnny looked at her tits, and she knew he was looking at them. She wanted to push her tits out more.
There was a heavy tension in the kitchen, with the only sounds being Shelly's harsh breathing.
"Oh!" Shelly gasped softly.
Johnny was getting a hard-on!
She stared at it. His cock stood up firm now, the head swollen, looking moist at his piss hole. She stared openly at him, then gasped again when her son uncrossed his legs, spreading his knees and proudly displaying his hard-on to her.
"Johnny ..." she sighed hoarsely, her gaze fixed upon his cock and balls.
His cock jerked back and forth.
"Johnny"
Her right hand moved up her son's thigh. She was holding her breath, watching her fingers come close to his cock, unable to stop them.
"Johnny ..."
The tip of one finger touched the side of his young balls, and it felt as if she had put her finger into a flame. A wild shudder swept through her, and with a moaning cry, Shelly suddenly clutched her son's cock hard, squeezing it tightly, watching the head bulge even more.
Johnny gasped, scooting his ass to the edge of his chair, spreading his legs very wide. Shelly's fist pulled upward on his cock, then pushed down . . . slowly.
"Ahhhh, baby!" Shelly sobbed, sliding off her chair and to her knees between her son's spread legs.
She grasped his balls in her other hand, and began to jerk his cock wildly, sliding her hot fist up and down, gasping with surprise at what she was doing with her son. But there was no way she could stop herself; his cock burned in her palm, made her cunt feel puffy, and the crotch of her panties was suddenly and immediately soaked with her juices.
Johnny squirmed on the edge of his chair, gasping in pleasure as he watched his mother's tight fist pumping on his cock.
Shelly was making soft squeals, breathing in hissing sounds. Her fist pounded up and down his cock rapidly, her other hand clinging to his balls tightly. Her eyes blazed fixedly at his cock and her fist, the cheeks of her ass tightening and swaying. She could not believe the searing heat between her thighs. The hairy lips of her cunt seemed to be trying to burn through her panties, and her clit felt like a tiny hard-on, pushing at her panties.
"Baby . . . darling," Shelly murmured. "Oh, Johnny! It's ... I don't... I can't ... ahhhhh, Johnny!"
Her fist made slapping sounds as she jerked on his cock, her face hovering about six inches above her son's cock. She pulled and twisted his hairless balls, but not so hard as to hurt him. There was no way she would harm his beautiful balls, nor his amazingly hard cock. She could feel the powerful pulsation of his cock against her jerking fist, and his piss-hole was dripping so much juice that it made the shaft of his cock slippery, her hand sliding easily up and down. "Ooooh, Mom!" Johnny arched his hips, his hands gripping the sides of his chair. "Ahhhh, Mom, that's good!"
"So hard," Shelly whimpered. "You're so hard, Johnny!"
"Mom, do it! Do it for me, Mom!"
"I will!" she moaned. "Mother will do it for you!"
"Ooooo . . . ahhhhh, Mom, it's so good!" He was twisting his ass about, pushing his cock upward to her pumping hand, moaning louder.
Shelly gasped, then began saying things she had never said in her life.
"You're so hard, baby! Your cock is so hard! It's a beautiful cock, Johnny! And beautiful balls . . . beautiful cock and beautiful balls! Ooooh, such a hot, hard cock!"
The intense excitement rumbling through her left no room for her to be embarrassed. Her whole body was on fire, with the greatest heat between her thighs. The insides of her satiny thighs were wet and slippery as her cunt seeped more juice than ever before. Her cunt was swollen, her clit vibrating. She thought her tits would burst from her bra.
Breathing hotly, she impulsively kissed his thigh. Her lips parted and she sucked at his flesh, the tip of her tongue tasting, and her fist continued to pound up and down on his cock. Beads of juice formed on his piss-hole, then ran over her fingers.
Johnny began to squirm more. "Mom . . . ohhh, Mom!"
His hips lifted upward, his cock straining in her fist.
Creamy come juice spurted from his cock.
Shelly let out a husky squeal, feeling his scalding come juice splash against her cheek. She jacked him as fast as she could, his juices spattering her face and hand and lower arm. She gasped again as a hot spurt of come juice landed on her upper lip. She tasted come juice for the first time in her life, then she felt an explosion go off deep inside her cunt. She was so startled at first that she didn't know she was coming, too.
"Squirt it out!" she urged as her cunt contacted tighter and tighter. "Squirt it out, Johnny! Ooooh, look at that! You're coming so hard, baby! Ahhhh, come for mother! Make your beautiful cock spurt it all out!"
His balls writhed in her tight grip as he came, and she massaged them tenderly, his juices gushing on her face until her cheeks and chin dripped with jizz. Her fist was very slippery, and she lost her grip on his cock once, but with a hot squeal, she grabbed it again and jacked him off until the force was gone from his discharge. She pulled upward on his cock, bringing the final bead of juice out of his balls.
Clinging to his softening cock, Shelly drew her knees forward and sat on her heels, still shivering from the strength of her orgasm. His come juice dripped off her chin and landed on her blouse. Slowly, she pulled her hands from his cock and balls, sliding them along his thighs to his knees. She stared at his cock and balls for a long time, while he breathed heavily.
Looking up at his face, Shelly suddenly seemed to realize what she had done.
"My God!" she cried, her hand flying to her mouth as the shock set in, her eyes widening.
Her hand was coated with his come juice, and she tasted it. Once again her cunt convulsed with an orgasm. Her face was flushed, her eyes rolling with sweet ecstasy.
"That was good, Mom," Johnny said, grinning down at her. "What made you do that?"
"I ... I don't know," she whispered, very confused by her actions. "I don't know what ..."
With a deep feeling of shame, she jumped to her feet, whirling, then ran from the kitchen, her come-soaked hand still over her mouth, tears starting to drop from her eyes.
Johnny watched his mother's skirt swirl up over her knees as she disappeared from the kitchen.
In her room, Shelly washed her hands and face, shaking badly, crying softly with shame. She had done something with her son that she had not done with anyone, including her husband; She had never jacked a boy off before. Yet, the urge to jack her son off had overwhelmed her. Something had happened to her when she had looked up the ladder at him, seeing his cock and balls.
She filled her tub, then undressed, stripping her drenched panties off and tossing them into the little hamper that she used only for her lingerie, then climbed into the soothing water, her face tear-stained again.
Chapter Two
Shelly felt very embarrassed. She wasn't sure she could face her son after what she had done to him in the kitchen.
After her bath, she had examined her body, trying to see if there was anything about her that was different. All she saw was what she had seen all her life, a very attractive body, with soft curves, and a lovely face. Her tits stood up and out. The hair of her cunt was lush and silky, slightly curled. The pink slit of her cunt still looked swollen, but her clit was no longer sensitive.
Now Shelly was covered by a big towel, her long legs showing, as she lay in bed.
"Mom ..."
Shelly jerked when she heard her son call. But she kept her arm over her face, not wanting him to see her.
"You said we'd get the basketball this afternoon, Mom," Johnny said, entering her bedroom, then coming to a quick stop.
His mother's feet were facing the door, and the towel was high on her thighs. Johnny stared up at his mother's exciting thighs, looking at the slight exposure under the towel. He had put on jogging shorts and a fresh T-shirt, and as he gazed under the towel at her, his cock began to stir, hardening. He moved closer to the foot of the bed, leaning to peer under the towel. He gasped softly when he saw the hair of his mother's cunt, with a little bit of pink.
"Ahhhh, Mom!" he moaned, placing one hand on her toes.
Shelly jerked, her foot pulling away from his hand, outward and to the side. Johnny stared at his mother's cunt before she realized she had spread her legs. She quickly clamped them together. Her hand darted down to make sure the towel was covering her, but she inadvertently pulled it off her tits.
"Oh, wow, Mom!" Johnny gasped as he stared at her tits. "They're pretty!"
With a cry, Shelly jerked the towel up over her tits, and this caused the bottom of the towel to rise to her stomach.
Johnny's eyes bulged as he stared at his mother's bushy cunt. His cock jerked to a full hardness, pressing at the jogging shorts, throbbing away.
Squealing, Shelly caught sight of his cock straining inside his shorts, and she felt an immediate response as her cunt drew inward.
Johnny jerked at the end of her towel, grinning from ear to ear.
"Johnny!" she squealed.
He jerked the towel so hard that it went flying across the room, leaving Shelly trying to cover herself with her hands. She squealed and flipped onto her side, drawing her knees up, tben realized that she was presenting her naked ass to her son.
Johnny's grin spread wider as he saw his mother's cunt pooch from between her thighs before she flopped onto her stomach, both hands behind her and trying to cover her naked ass, her legs clamped tightly.
"Go away! Don't look at me, Johnny! I don't have any clothes on . . . I'm naked, Johnny!"
"I see you are." Johnny giggled.
"Please, get out of here!" Her ass bunched beneath her hands as she tried to press down into the mattress, which sent a deep pulsation through her cunt, causing her ass to jerk upward.
Johnny was laughing in delight as he watched her, his cock bulging in his shorts. "It's not funny, you little sneak!"
"I don't sneak, Mom," he said. "Your door was open."
"That doesn't mean you can come in here when I'm not dressed," she said, but her voice lacked conviction. "Please, this is horrible . . .I'm naked and you're not supposed to ... to see me naked!"
"You're sure pretty naked, Mom."
"Johnny, get out of here!"
But he didn't go. He leaned over and touched his mother's leg, and Shelly shivered. She tried to tell him not to touch her, but his hand was , sliding upward, to the back of her knee, and her voice caught in her throat.
Her cunt began to throb, and her clit was suddenly triple in size. She felt his hand caress up her thigh, very lightly, then it was on her hands, pushing them away from her ass, and she felt so weak she couldn't stop him.
He felt along her hips, and she moaned as her son began to feel and stroke the creamy swells of her shapely ass. The more he touched her ass, the hotter and wetter her cunt became.
Shelly began to twist and squirm, her face buried into the bed, burning with a mixture of shame and very intense pleasure. Her son's hand was doing things to her that felt so strange, so alien, yet they made her feel wonderful.
She felt the bed sag as her son climbed onto it at her side. She could hear his hot, excited breathing, feel his hand moving over the cheeks of her ass, the backs of her thighs. She began to moan softly, and her ass lifted slightly to his palm.
Johnny, his eyes glazed as he looked upon his mother's naked body, felt her flesh, squeezing the saucy cheeks of her ass, bringing a soft moan from her. He slipped his hand between her thighs and rubbed at her cunt.
Shelly couldn't suck in enough air. Her son's hand rubbing along the slit of her cunt sent a jolting reaction through her, and she arched her ass up a little.
Johnny leaned over, watching the edge of his hand become slippery with her juices, then he turned it to cup his mother's cunt, pressing hard at her hairy, swollen slit, one of his fingers smashing the inflamed tip of her pulsating clit. The pressure of his hand caused her to jerk her ass.
A loud gasp came from her as one of her son's fingers penetrated her cunt.
"Johnny! No! Don't!"
He ignored her, pushing his finger deep into the searing wetness. He was gripping his cock with his other hand as he began to stab his finger in and out of his mother's cunt.
Shelly sobbed. She could not stop her ass from wiggling, or her legs from opening a little more, nor could she stop her ass from lifting upward when he thrust his finger deep into her cunt.
"Johnny!" she gasped. "Ooooh, baby!"
Her cunt closed around his finger, clasping it tightly. The sudden contractions of an orgasm rippled through her, making her ass squirm as she cried ecstatically.
Johnny felt his mother's cunt grab his finger as if trying to pull it in deeper. He squeezed his cock, the head of it now bulging from the side of his shorts, dripping hot juices that landed on her thigh.
Shelly, with a sob, flung her legs wide open, arching her ass, her cunt clinging to his finger. Johnny gasped now as he watched the hairy lips of his mothre's cunt grip his finger, the light-brown crinkle of her asshole flexing.
The spasm passed, fading slowly, but Shelly held her naked ass arched into the air, the rumbling sweetness still in her. She felt her son shifting on the bed, then realized he was getting between her legs.
"No, Johnny!" she yelped, trying to close her legs, but he was there already, and she couldn't put them together. His hands were on her ass, kneading her asscheeks, his cock stretched out from his shorts now. She felt it rub along the inside of her thigh.
"Johnny, no!" she protested. "Don't do it, Johnny! I'm your mother! You can't do that to me, to your mother!"
But Johnny wasn't listening to her.
Shelly felt his thumbs spread her cunt, then the head of his cock was touching the slit. She held her breath, knowing he wouldn't stop now. He was going to fuck her, and she couldn't make him stop. The touch of his cock on her cunt sent a crazy, wanton heat through her body. With a cry, she lifted her ass to him, suddenly wanting his cock in her pussy, deep inside her cunt. It was a new desire for her, because she had never really wanted a cock in her. Now she felt as if she would die if he didn't ram it into her.
"Johnny ..." she hissed.
Johnny pushed the head of his cock into his mother's cunt.
Shelly let out a hot gasp, her eyes wide, her ass thrusting up to him. She jerked her hands above her head, clawing at the sheets as her son's cock penetrated deep into her fiery cunt.
Shelly screamed, trying to muffle the sound into the mattress. She couldn't believe it, but she was coming again, the spasms stronger than they had been in the kitchen when she had jacked him off. Her ass pushed up against him, her cunt sucking at his cock, the lips squeezing. She cried out loudly, shaking her ass in a wicked motion, the most beautiful sensations of her life making her wiggle against him. She could feel the size of his cock inside her cunt, feel it pulsate, his balls smashed against her clitoris.
"Ahhhh, Mom!" she heard her son moan, his weight falling across her back. "Ohhh, Mom, this is so good! You feel so hot and wet, Mom!"
Gasping, Shelly couldn't reply. She felt him pull his cock back, and her ass lifted. She was afraid he was going to take it out, but he pulled up only to push his cock back in.
"This isn't ... oh, Johnny, this is horrible! We shouldn't be doing this! But . . . ohhh, baby!"
Johnny began to fuck her, humping his ass up and down, sliding his cock in and out of his mother's clinging cunt.
With ecstatic cries, Shelly began to churn her ass, jerking it up and down to meet his plunging cock. The juicy sounds seemed loud to her, exciting her. She shook her ass, mewling into the mattress, still clawing at the sheets, stuffing them into her mouth in an attempt to stifle her screams of rapture.
"Johnny . . . harder!" she gasped. "Do it harder! Oooh, baby, put it in deep, as deep as you can! Oooohhh, Johnny, Johnny!"
Her son pushed his hands under her body, and Shelly lifted her shoulders and sobbed softly when he cupped her naked tits, squeezing them as his cock pounded in and out of her cunt from behind. She placed her hands over his, smashing his palms into her tits. She lifted her ass and twisted it wantonly, in movement with his ramming cock.
"My God, I'm going to come again!" Shelly yelped, straining her naked ass as hard as she could, her son's cock jerking in and out of her cunt, the wet friction making her mind spin. "I'm going to come again! Ohhhh, Johnny, what's happening . , . to me! Why am I coming again! Why am I letting you do this to me!" Johnny was grunting, fucking powerfully into his mother's gripping convulsing cunt. His breath burned the flesh between her shoulder-blades, and he was holding her tits so hard. Shelly sobbed as she came, then began to whimper softly when the contractions faded. She squirmed her ass, feeling his cock sliding into her cunt. His cock seemed to go deep, stuffing her cunt wonderfully, stretching the hairy lips so sweetly. She gasped and panted, shaking her ass in a wild, lewd manner. Her cunt was still vibrating, and this time she was not so surprised to feel another orgasm ready to ripple through her.
"Make me come again, Johnny!" she screeched."Make mother come again! Ooooh, fuck me, baby, fuck me! Fuck mother with your sweet, hard cock! Fuck me hard . . . fuck me deep! Make mother come again!"
When this orgasm struck, Shelly jerked her hands off his and darted them to her uplifted ass, her fingers clawing her cunt wide open, straining to get his jerking cock deeper into her pussy. She screamed as her cunt grabbed her son's cock with powerful contractions. She clasped his loaded balls and rubbed them against her clit.
"Come! Come with me, Johnny! Spurt it into me! Squirt it up mother's cunt! Let your hard cock come up mother's cunt!"
Pushing her naked ass tight against him, her cunt exploding with contractions that curled her toes, she felt his cock bulge deep inside her. She felt his mouth sliding down her back, his hands digging hard into her firm tits. Through her own husky moans, she heard her son grunt.
"Yes, Johnny!" she shrieked as his cock spewed the boiling juice of his balls, filling her pussy. "Oh, God, come up mother's cunt! I want it . . . want all of it in my pussy!"
When they finished, Shelly lost all her strength, her ass falling down and her son resting on her back, his cock slowly squeezed out of her cunt. He still held her tits, but he was no longer squeezing them. His breath was still hot on her flesh. She lay there with him on top of her, trembling.
She felt her son lift off her, and this time she turned to face him, looking at him with only a hint of shame on her face now. What she had felt, those mind-shattering orgasms, had been too good to express much shame or embarrassment right now.
Johnny was sitting near her shoulder, looking down at her naked back, still panting slightly. She saw his cock and balls, and she gently stroked them with the tips of her fingers, feeling her cunt wetness on them.
"Why, Johnny?" she asked softly. "Why did you do that?"
"I couldn't help myself, Mom," he said, showing no remorse. "I saw you lying there, and what you did to me in the kitchen, I thought it would be okay."
"You thought I was naked, waiting for you?"
He nodded.
"I wasn't," she said. "You weren't supposed to come in here even if the door was open, Johnny."
"Well, I did."
Shelly surprised herself again by wrapping her hand around his cock, feeling it. It felt good. She had not enjoyed holding her husband's cock all that much, but holding her son's prick gave her a good feeling.
"Would you turn over, Mom?" he asked softly.
"Why?"
"I wanna see you ... see your ..."
Shelly gazed at his face for a long time, then slowly rolled onto her back, watching his eyes, his expression.
Johnny's eyes lit up as he stared down at her rounded tits, her long nipples, the triangle of her pussy hair. Shelly shivered beneath her son's gaze, but she liked the way he looked at her. She very slowly parted her legs, opening them, her eyes following his as he looked at her cunt. But when her son started to feel her cunt, she suddenly jerked upright into a sitting position, one hand curled between her thighs and the other arm over her tits.
"That's enough! We shouldn't have done that in the first place, and it's not going to happen again. Now, please go so I can get dressed." Johnny saw this was no time to argue with his mother. He got off her bed, then pulled on his shorts. He turned in the doorway, looking at her with longing in his young eyes. Shelly almost relented, almost called him back. "Can we get the basketball, Mom?" "As soon as I'm dressed," she promised. Johnny closed the door. Shelly smiled. She didn't know why, but she felt no regrets that her son had fucked her. Swinging her long legs over the side of the bed, she felt his come juice seep from her cunt and she spread her legs to see how wet her pussy was. A wicked giggle burst from her.
Chapter Three
Shelly watched her son dribbling his new basketball up and down the driveway, then whirl and shoot a basket.
The night before had been rough for her. She had had a sleepless night, trying to understand what it was that had brought on this increasingly insatiable hunger. There was a wicked appeal to fucking her son, a deliciously perverse feeling.
Dusk was falling, but it was still quite light.
Shelly sat on a folding lawn chair, her legs crossed and sipping iced tea as she watched him.
Johnny wore a pair of loose-fitting jogging shorts and an old pair of scuffed sneakers. His chest was bare, and she watched his youthful muscles ripple. When he made a basket, she clapped her hands in appreciation. When he missed a basket, she turned her thumb down and made a face at him.
The heat of the day was cooling, but slowly, and Shelly had allowed her housedress to slide past her knees.
Breathing heavily, Johnny paused, bouncing the basketball and looking at her, smiling happily. "It's a great ball, Mom. This type is used in the pros."
"It cost enough, that's for sure." She smiled at him.
Johnny squatted about ten feet away from her, pushing the ball beneath his ass and sitting on it, knees parted, elbows propped on them with his face in his hands. He was watching her rock her foot back and forth, seeing a few inches under her skirt along a creamy thigh.
Shelly knew where he was looking, but a little peek wouldn't cause any harm, she felt, Besides, she owed her son that for the pleasure he had given her the day before, despite her shame.
She could see the way his loose shorts opened, almost exposing his balls. When her son rocked on the basketball, his balls came into view, and Shelly gasped, rocking her foot faster as her pulses speeded up.
They sat quietly looking at each other, and Shelly could feel wetness between her thighs, the slow, gentle throb of her cunt. She saw the head of his cock slide from his shorts, and that was the end of her resolve not to let her son touch her again.
It was also the end of her lady-like behavior.
With a whimper, she uncrossed her knees, spreading them apart and scooting her ass to the very edge of the lawn chair.
Johnny's eyes bulged as he looked between his mother's thighs, seeing the tight crotchband of her panties covering her cunt. His cock, with the head sticking from the leg of his shorts, lifted, pushing outward, swelling, doubling in size.
Shelly was boiling inside, her cunt bubbling juicily as she watched her son's cock grow hard.
Johnny gazed steadily at her crotch, and he slipped his hand to his cock, grasping it hard. Shelly moaned softly, caressing her hands along her thighs, then sliding them up the inner surface toward her cunt.
Her fingers reached the edges of her panty crotch, and she pulled at it, exposing silky cunt hairs on each side of the crotchband, then she pulled her panties tightly upward, feeling the band of narrow cloth spread the lips of her cunt, swelling outward as her clit was mashed. Johnny stroked his cock slowly, moving his fist back and forth as he stared hungrily at what she was doing.
"It's very hard again, isn't it, honey?" she purred, bringing her free hand to her tit.
Johnny grunted a reply, squeezing his cock to make the head bulge.
Shelly saw wetness on his piss-hole. With a squeal, she released the pressure of her panties on her cunt, slipping her fingers inside them, rubbing lightly at the tip of her knotted clit. "This is wet, too," she whispered, stretching her panties to one side and blatantly exposing her cunt to her son's steaming eyes. "It's very wet and . . . ooooh, so hot!"
Johnny stood, his cock jutting from the leg of his shorts. He started moving toward his mother, his eyes focused upon her hair-framed cunt, watching her finger her swollen clitoris. He stood at her side, looking down at her hand between her legs, his cock brushing against her bare shoulder, leaving a searing wetness on her flesh.
Shelly gasped softly, turning to watch his cock rub her shoulder. At the same time she dipped her middle finger into the steamy slit of her cunt, pushing it inside deeply.
The moment was too tense for them to speak. Shelly was afraid if he said anything, she would stop and make him go away.
Pulling her dress to her waist, Shelly draped her legs over each arm of the lawn chair, her crotch exposed wantonly. She didn't protest when her son closed his palm about one of her tits, giving it a gentle squeeze, nor did she protest when he moved his hand into the top of her dress and under her bra, holding her tit as his cock rubbed at her shoulder. She sat spread out obscenely, gripping her knees. Her breath came in hot, panting sounds as she watched his cock rub her flesh.
Johnny, with his hand inside her bra and feeling her swollen tit, leaned down slightly and ran his other hand along the satiny flesh of his mother's inner thigh.
Shelly gasped when she felt his fingers touch the edge of her panties, then his finger ran up and down the slit of her pussy. Her ass twisted, her eyes closing as she felt the thrilling tingle turn hot in her cunt.
"Inside my panties!" she finally gasped.. "Put your hand inside mother's panties and feel me up, Johnny! Feel mother's cunt!"
Feverishly, Johnny's hand ran under the elastic waistband of her panties, through the silky soft hair of her pussy and into her cunt.
"Oooooh!" Shelly sobbed, lifting her ass, taking his finger deep into her cunt. "Ahhh, yes, baby!"
Her hand jerked off her knee and ran up between his thighs to the back of his shorts, clutching one cheek of his young, tight ass, pulling his cock hard against her shoulder, feeling his prick slip toward her neck. She arched her ass, making grinding motions, as her son pumped his finger in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, Johnny! Ahhhh, baby!" she sobbed hotly, jerking her ass up and down, her panties stretching over his moving hand. "Ooooh, this could make mother come, you know! It feels so good . . . your finger inside my pussy!"
"Wanna come, Mom?" he asked in a husky voice. "Want me to make you come?"
"Yes!" She pressed her crotch up high, the backs of her knees bumping the lawn chair. "Make me come, Johnny! Please, make mother come!"
With his hand inside her bra squeezing her tit, his other in her panties finger-fucking her, Johnny pushed his cock against her neck.
Shelly leaned over, pressing his cock between her shoulder and cheek, feeling it throb and smear her flesh. She whipped her hips in sideways motions while mewling in ecstasy. Her cunt held his finger tightly, her clit pulsating in almost painful hardness.
"Ahhhh, Johnny, you do that so good!" she cried softly, her voice showing the erotic strain. "You use your finger so good in mother! Oooh, fuck mother in the cunt with your finger! Push it deep...ohhh, yes, that's it, baby! Real deep and...ahhh, I'm on fire! My cunt is burning
Shelly churned her ass, tossing her cunt up and down on his pounding finger, soft wet sounds coming from inside her stretched panties. Her cunt seemed very tight around his finger, and her clit was vibrating with intense sensations. She pressed her cheek harder against his cock, feeling it throb. Her cunt began to clasp his finger tighter, and Shelly was squealing louder.
"Oh, Johnny...now!" Shelly cried. "Now, baby! Mother is going to come . . . now!"
Her ass jerked upward, his finger buried all the way inside her cunt. The spasms exploded, and Shelly's ass whirled with ecstasy, her eyes closing, the force of her orgasm almost shattering her emotions.
As her cunt contracted wetly about her son's finger, she turned her head toward his cock. His cock moved along her lips, and she kissed the hard, hot shaft as his finger kept up a relentless in-and-out motion to her convulsing cunt. Johnny's cock burned along her lips as she feverishly kissed and licked it with her tongue, moaning, gasping, sobbing with rapture.
A series of explosions drained her strength. She was still coming when her ass flopped to the edge of the lawn chair, her face contorted with agonizing ecstasy.
Johnny's finger slipped out of her cunt, and he pulled his hand from her panties. He pushed at the side of his cock, pressuring the shaft against her parted lips, his other hand out of her bra and on the back of her head. He moved his cock back and forth, rubbing his mother's wet, fiery lips with the shaft.
With her orgasms fading, she realized where his cock was, and with an embarrassed squeal, she jerked away. "No, Johnny, not that way!"
"But I wanna come, too, Mom!"
"I know you do," she moaned. She could not leave her son in this state, not with such a hard-on. She would have to take care of it for him. She looked around, then stood up, taking his hand. "Come with me."
She opened the car door, sitting her son on the seat, his cock pushing up from the leg of his shorts.
She giggled. "I had girlfriends that used to fuck their dates like this. "I want to try it." Still outside the open door, she lifted her housedress to her waist, pulling the wet crotch of her panties to one side, then she got into the car, straddling his thighs. She placed her hands on her son's shoulders, her legs spread about his hips.
"You stick it in me!" she whispered hotly. She lifted her ass as her son grasped the base of his cock, angling it toward her hairy cunt. Shelly held her breath as she felt the head of her son's cock touch the fiery slit of her pussy, then with a delicious shudder, she eased down, sinking onto her son's cock.
When the puffy lips of her cunt were crushed to the base of his prick, she let out a happy sigh and rocked her hips back and forth, feeling his cock throb deep inside.
Cupping his face in her hands, she smashed her lips to his, kissing him with a wet hunger, her tongue sliding over his lips. As her tongue moved into Johnny's mouth, she began to hump her ass, sliding her clinging cunt up and down on his cock. She whimpered, then cried out when he shoved his hands under her skirt and clutched the cheeks of her pantied ass, squeezing them as she churned her hips.
Johnny leaned back on the car seat, pushing his ass upward, holding still, letting his mother fuck him. The hot thrashing of her ass made him moan softly. He pushed his tongue out, and Shelly hungrily sucked it. She gyrated her ass, keeping up a constant thrusting on his cock at the same time.
When her son opened the back of her house-dress, she helped him lower it from her shoulders, then she helped him get her bra to her waist. She shoved a tight tit to his mouth, and, as he sucked her tit, he clutched her ass in one hand, her other tit with the other, his cock still being blistered by the fiery friction of his mother's gripping cunt.
"Suck it! Suck it hard!" she gasped. "Ohhh, suck mother's tit, darling! Suck my nipple! Ahhhh, your cock is so hard and I can get it so deep in my cunt this way! Fuck me, baby!~ Fuck mother as hard as you want, as hard as you can!"
She lifted her ass, and let her son fuck up and down, stabbing his cock into her pussy with a slapping force. Each thrust of his cock made her tits jiggle, and she tried to stuff more of the satiny tit into his greedily sucking mouth. She gripped his shoulders, her mouth gaping with ecstasy, eyes shut.
The violent manner of his fucking caused the car to shake. The ramming of her son's cock up and down, beating into her spread crotch, made Shelly squeal and whimper. While he fucked her this way, she kept her ass going in a twisting motion. Her knees were spread wide as she tried to open her cunt up for his cock. She felt the intense ecstasy of his cock filling her cunt.
"Johnny, are your balls nice and hot?" He mumbled a reply and squeezed her ass and tit.
"Are your hot balls full, baby? Are they full of hot juice for mother's hungry cunt! Are you going to come a lot in mother's cunt!"
Again his only answer was a squeeze on her ass and tit, followed by a vigorous lunge of his cock up into her cunt.
"Oooooh, that's real good," she whined. "Ram it up hard! Ohhhh, baby, ram your cock real hard up mother's cunt! Beat mother's cunt with your hard cock . . . bruise my wet, hairy pussy . . . smash my twat . . . crush my fucking cunt!"
Johnny plunged up into her cunt so hard that the top of her head struck the roof of the car, but she felt no pain. She slid her hands between her thighs and spread the swollen lips of her cunt in her effort to get his cock as deep as possible. The wet slapping sounds were loud, and the exciting scent of her overheated cunt filled the inside of the car, enhancing their ecstasy.
Johnny pulled his mouth from her tit.
"Your cunt is so fucking hot, Mom!" he grunted, grabbing her ass with both hands, digging hard, his fingers near the puckering crinkle of her asshole. "Your cunt is so wet . . . holding my cock, Mom! Ahhhh, my balls are so full, they hurt! I'm gonna really come in you, Mom!"
"Yes, Johnny! Yes!" she cried. "Blow the top of mother's head off when you come! Drown mother's cunt in your hot come juice! Flood my cunt with it!"
Shelly shook her ass, burying her mouth into her son's shoulder to choke off the threat of a wild, ecstatic scream. Her cunt was boiling toward another orgasm, the soft, clinging lips tightening around her son's sliding cock. Her stomach began to ripple, and wet heat spread along her inner thighs, her nipples swelling even more, the pressure in them ready to burst.
The urge to push was strong, and with a cry, she rammed her cunt down onto his cock. Sobbing with fiery rapture, Shelly began to grind frantically on her son's throbbing cock.
"Hold my ass!" she screamed. "Hold mother's ass! Ooooh, I'm going to come! Ohhhh, my cunt ... my pussy...ahhhhh!"
Her body shook in hot tremors as her orgasm sent rippling waves of tight heat moving up and down her son's cock.
Johnny gritted his teeth, squeezing his mother's shaking ass tightly, pressing his cock up into her squeezing cunt. He let out a gasp, then a long sigh. His cock gushed, spewing boiling, rapid squirts of thick, creamy juice out of his balls, up his cock, and deep into his mother's convulsing cunt.
Shelly felt each spurt of his come juice despite the strength of her orgasm. She couldn't breathe as she came.
After what seemed a long time, Shelly relaxed. She slumped forward against her son, her tits around his face. Her breathing slowed as she calmed down, enjoying the slow caress of her son's hands on her pantied ass.
When Johnny pulled her panties downward to expose her creamy ass, she mewled softly, letting him do what he wanted with her, with her body. His hands felt good on her naked flesh, making her shiver in sweet sensation. She waggled her ass for him, purring against his neck, sucking his flesh tenderly.
"Do you know where we are, baby?" she whimpered.
"In the car."
"This is crazy!" She giggled. "This isn't like me at all!"
"Wanna go in the house, Mom?"
"We better," she said, sliding off his lap and out of the car. "It was exciting, but I don't want anyone to see us."
Chapter Four
Shelly was only mildly surprised that she no longer felt ashamed of fucking her son.
As she got out of the car, she turned and started toward the door leading into the house, holding her dress around her waist, her panties pushed just beneath the swell of her ass. Being lewdly exposed this way for her son's eyes excited her very much.
She paused at the door, looking over her shoulder at her son. He was a few feet behind her, his cock and balls sticking from the leg of his shorts. She giggled lewdly, gave her ass a shake, then entered the house with her son behind her. She closed the door, then took his cock and balls in her hand, feeling them tenderly.
"Let's get showered, baby," she said breathlessly. "I want to be clean and fresh for you." "Together, Mom?" he asked, his eyes lighting up.
Shelly hesitated, then shook her head. "Not this time. I have to do . . . girl things, intimate things, so I can be very fresh and sweet-smelling for you." She saw the disappointment on his face. "Maybe we can bathe together later." She gave his cock and balls a gentle squeeze, then turned him loose. With her panties about to fall down her long thighs, she left her son, feeling his young, hot eyes eating up her exposed flesh.
She was in her bathroom when she heard his shower going. She smiled as she washed her body with scented soap, paying careful attention between her silky thighs. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with her son later, but an idea was forming in her mind.
She dried her body, her flesh glowing. Dropping her towel, she walked naked into the bedroom, slipping into a lacy, skimpy pair of bikini panties.
Then she searched for something sexy to wear. Her nightgowns were all of a modest design, high-necked, loose on her body. She was bending over, searching the lower drawers in her dresser, when Johnny came in.
He stopped, looking at his mother's ass, the seat of the panties pulled into the split of her ass, her legs looking satiny smooth.
Very quietly, he sneaked up behind her, kneeling on the floor, gazing at her shapely ass. As she searched the drawers, her ass twisted in movement, and Johnny's eyes took on a glazed expression. His mother's ass fascinated him. The panties were pulled into the crack of her ass to reveal the smooth flesh of each asscheek.
Her legs were parted, and he could see the way her cunt puffed out the nylon crotch. His cock began to lift, and his balls started tingling. He leaned closer to her jutting ass.
Shelly stiffened, feeling her son's breath on the exposed cheeks of her ass and the back of her thighs.
"I didn't know you were finished, honey. I was looking for something sexy to wear for you."
"You're plenty sexy the way you are, Mom." He ran his hands up and down her creamy thighs, gazing hotly at her arching ass.
Shelly shivered, her ass beginning to waggle. She placed her hands on the edge of her dresser, spreading her feet on the floor, positioning herself so that her son could look at her all he wanted.
Suddenly Shelly gasped, going rigid. "Johnny! What are you...ohhhh, Johnny!" Her son had smashed his hot lips on the back of her thigh, kissing it wetly, his hands clutching her hips.
"Ohhhh, baby! Why . . . what made you kiss me there?"
Johnny touched the flesh of her thigh with the tip of his tongue. "I just wanted to, Mom. You look good enough to eat!"
With a groan, Shelly pushed her ass right into her son's face.
Johnny breathed deeply, gripping her hips, pulling her ass tight against his face, his lips sucking at her satiny ass, his tongue licking the smooth hot flesh from the edges of her panties to her thighs.
Shelly purred and made a grinding motion with her ass, jutting it harder at his face, her eyes closing as this new sensation sent a burning pleasure through her body. Her cunt swelled and became puffy inside the tight confines of her panties.
She squealed when she felt her son's tongue drag along the crack of her pantied ass. She lifted to her tiptoes, shoving her ass back hard into his face, twisting it in an effort to feel his tongue between her thighs, on the covered slit of her steaming cunt.
While she wiggled her ass, Johnny lapped up and down the crack of her ass, his breath searing her tender flesh. The hot wetness of his mouth and tongue on her ass created a tight, fiery sensation in her cunt as if she was about to come, but something was holding it back. The feeling was tremendous, tormenting, agonizing, but so sweet and good.
Johnny panted hotly as he swished his tongue up and down, tasting the silky flesh of his mother's shapely asscheeks, the creamy smoothness of her thighs. The heat of her ass made his cock jerk with hardness. Swirling his tongue along the very smooth insides of her asscheeks, Johnny pulled her panties to one side, and with a groan, he buried his face into the split of his mother's ass, his tongue sliding down and under, tasting the swollen wetness of her cunt.
"Johnny!" Shelly cried out. "My God, Johnny!"
Feverishly, Johnny jerked his mother's panties down to her ankles. Shelly removed them from her feet. Spreading her legs wide, she leaned over the top of her dresser, jutting her naked ass at his face.
Johnny began to lick and kiss hotly at her cunt, his nose pressed into her fiery asshole. Shelly danced wantonly, grinding back into her son's face eagerly. His tongue created wild, wonderful sensations in her cunt.
Her pussy was wetter than ever, and he was pushing his tongue into her cunt now, while sitting on the floor between her feet, his face tilted up and buried into her juicy cunt.
Shelly, looking down, watched his cock jerking, beads of juice seeping from his piss-hole. She bent her knees a little, half-squatting now, straining her cunt into his face. Johnny had his hands on her ass, almost making a seat for her with his palMs. She wiggled and twisted, then gasped as Johnny's tongue pushed up into her cunt. Shelly sobbed as he wickedly tongue-fucked her, his nose nudging the pucker of her tender asshole.
"Johnny! Ohhhh, God, Johnny!" she wailed, growing weak. She rested her upper body on top of the dresser, her forehead against the mirror as she thrust her ass back, squirming her cunt onto his tongue. "Lick me! Lick mother, darling! Ahhhh, you've got your tongue in mother's cunt!"
His tongue plunged in and out, making wet sounds.
Shelly, feverishly, pushed and wiggled, getting his tongue on her bulging clit.
"Suck that thing!" she cried hotly. "Suck me right there, Johnny! Oh, yes, baby . . . suck that hard thing!"
Johnny sucked, pulling his mother's clit between his lips, flapping his tongue over it. He gripped her ass hard.
Shelly came. The explosion was tremendous, causing her knees to buckle and bend. She couldn't hold herself up. She slowly slid down, and her ass pressed into her son's face, shoving him down too, as he gripped her ass with both hands. Johnny's tongue rapidly licked into her cunt, sucking wildly, feeling his mother coming against his open lips.
Shelly was pushing her son onto the floor, onto his back, and her ass kept squirming into his face. She cried and gasped as her orgasm shot through her cunt with rippling heat, over and over. She drew her knees up, squatting on her son's face and grinding her crotch tightly, her fingers gripping her widely spread knees, head thrown back and shoulders lifted, her tits swaying.
Her hands rushed along her inner thighs. Her fingers spread the hairy, juicy lips of her cunt, smashing her contracting cunt slit as hard as she could against her son's frantically sucking mouth. The spasms were almost painful, but it was a sweet kind of pain, and she kept hunching her pussy, smearing his cheeks with her hot juices.
Johnny held her shaking ass, pushing her up so he could breathe, but not shoving her grinding cunt off his mouth. His cock ached with a raging hardness, his balls tight, throbbing with fullness. He scissored his legs in an effort to ease the hot pressure in his balls. The hot, sweet taste of his mother's cunt and her pussy juices was about to make his cock gush, spurt his come juice into the air. It was with a great effort that he managed to hold it back, but the pressure was becoming intense.
"Suck me, suck me!" Shelly screamed, jerking her cunt back and forth on his sucking mouth. "Suck mother's cunt! Lick my fucking cunt... eat my pussy, baby! Ohhhh, suck it hard! Fuck me with your tongue . . . suck mother's hot juices out of that hot cunt, baby!"
She clawed her hairy pussy wide open, smashing hard against his face, then sliding about in a circular motion, shudders rippling through her heated body. She had never dreamed anything could feel so good.
Her fingers, slippery with juices, slid off the swollen lips of her cunt, and they closed about her son's sucking mouth and tongue. She smeared pussy juice up her body to her tits, squeezing them, as her screams became soft whimpers. The whipping, grinding motion of her naked ass slowed, and her head slumped. She would have been sitting on her son's face, his mouth and nose buried into her cunt and ass, if not for his hands cupping the satiny flesh of her ass.
"I don't believe it!" Shelly whispered.
"Nothing can possibly feel that good!" Her vision cleared, and she stared at her son's rigid cock, his balls looking tight and full. He was dripping so much that the shaft of his cock was glistening from head to base. She watched in fascination as his cock jerked back and forth, beads of juice bubbling on his piss-hole. She leaned forward, spreading her knees wide, then ran her palm up and down his cock.
Feeling his mother's hand close about his cock, Johnny arched his hips upward, groaning into her cunt. His lips were still parted, and his tongue was inside his mother's cunt, but it was still, unmoving. But when his mother closed her soft fist on his cock, his tongue darted upward.
"Ohhhh, my cunt!" Shelly cried out with the sensitive feeling in her pussy. She squeezed his cock, watching the smooth head bulge, his piss-hole open and a hot bead of juice dribble over her fingers. She stared at her son's cock, remembering the times that her husband had shoved his cock into her face, demanding that she take it in her mouth and suck it. It had been disgusting to her then, but now . . .
Leaning over, Shelly probed the smooth flesh of her son's cock with the tip of her tongue, carefully, almost fearfully. She licked the smooth head very lightly and felt the heat of it . . . and the taste of his seeping juices.
She placed one hand on the floor next to his hip, bracing her upper body, leaning over his cock, her cunt still in his face. She ran her tongue slowly over the head of his cock, feeling how smooth it was. Her greatest surprise was the taste of his pre-come. It was exciting, and the sheer thought of his cock in her mouth sent a rumbling twitch through her cunt again, causing the hairy lips of her cunt to draw inward.
"Mom, please ..."
Shelly worked her fist up and down the slippery shaft, her tongue twisting over the head of his cock. Her nipples brushed against his stomach, and she spread her knees as wide as she could so she could lean closer. She pressed the hot, hard, wet shaft of his cock to her lips, sliding her fist up and down the shaft.
Johnny cried out softly as he felt his mother's wet lips sliding up and down on his cock. He held the cheeks of her ass, gazing up at the pink slit of her cunt, the soft hair making an erotic frame, and he became almost mesmerized as he saw her pussy flexing, her pink asshole puckering. He stroked his mother's spreading ass with his palms, while lifting his hips off the floor. He sucked at the flesh of her thigh near her cunt, licking her skin while her hot lips continued to slide up and down the shaft of his cock.
Shelly ran her tongue to the base of his cock, then drew it upward, her palm pressing it tightly. She circled the smooth head of his cock with her tongue, then kissed the creamy, taut skin. With a mewl, she placed her lips on his piss-hole and sucked, her tongue flicking back and forth, her fist sliding up and down the shaft from the base to her lips. She pulled his juices into her mouth, and her eyes slitted as she tasted him. Her tongue whipped back and forth on his piss-hole, and she sucked as hard as she could, her fist jerking fast, making him drip into her mouth.
"Oh, Mom!" Johnny gasped, his breath searing her tender cunt and asshole. "Oh, Mom . . . Mom, it's good! Lick it for me, Mom! Lick my cock!"
Shelly waggled her ass and feverishly ran her tongue up and down the throbbing hardness of his cock again, this time circling the smooth head, licking at his seeping piss-hole, then running her mouth down the side and working her tongue along his balls.
She shoved her hands underneath his thighs and pulled his ass upward. Shoving her face between his thighs, she licked hotly about his crotch, whimpering in mindless passion now.
She was still sitting on her son's face. His cock throbbed against her tits and neck as she kissed and sucked at his flesh beneath his balls. Her tongue touched the heated crinkle of his asshole. Hardly knowing what she was licking, Shelly lapped greedily as she felt his asshole pucker on the tip of her tongue, then she drew her tongue back to his balls and swirled it over them.
Johnny found himself with a faceful of hot cunt again, but he didn't mind. He swished his tongue into the slit of his mother's cunt, stab-bing it wickedly in and out.
Shelly cried out, clutching her son's ass and lifting him, sliding her lips over his cock. She was a little surprised to find his cock in her mouth, and even more surprised by the delicious way that her lips stretched and tingled against the very hard shaft. She whimpered as her son plunged his tongue up her cunt again. She smashed her swollen lips onto the base of his cock, feeling the head brushing at her throat. Johnny, moaning into his mother's pussy, fucked his cock into her mouth, wrapping his uplifted legs around her head. Shelly gasped as he squeezed her head with his thighs, his cock jerking deep inside her mouth. Her fingers clutched his ass, and she began to suck on his cock, sliding her hot lips back and forth, her tongue twisting and lapping.
She scooted her legs back, spreading them around her son's head. With one hand gripping his hot, full balls, the other digging into his ass, Shelly began to suck frantically on her son's cock, bobbing her face up and down, bruising her lips at the base of his prick.
Her son wrapped his arms about her hips, holding her ass when she began to pound her cunt up and down, slapping his mouth with it.
Shelly was making moaning sounds as she sucked up and down his cock, squeezing his balls, pushing them against her nose as she went down on the rigid shaft. Her fingers dug into the crack of his ass, and she began to devour his cock in a frenzy, her lips sliding hungrily as her tongue swirled. The hard heat filling her mouth was fantastic.
His cock, already slippery with his dripping juices, was made more so by her wet mouth, but it seemed that his cock was going to leave blisters on her lips from the searing friction. She loved the way his cock pulsated in her mouth, and she squealed in delight when her son arched up as her mouth went down. Her mouth filled as he kept seeping, and she swallowed his juices without hesitation. She drew her lips up, squeezing just behind the ridge of the swollen tip, then used her tongue against his piss-hole. She felt her son respond by plunging his tongue very deep into her cunt. Her clit was painfully knotted again, and she knew she was about to come once more.
Feverishly, she shoved her hand under his ass once more, digging into his asscheeks, holding him, then she began to suck and lick his cock in a frenzied hunger, grinding her cunt at his sucking mouth.
Shelly felt her son's cock swell to greater hardness, and she fucked him with her mouth as fast as she could, frantic to have him explode in her throat. Her cunt was rippling, and it pulled at his thrusting tongue. She felt her son rubbing at the crinkle of her asshole, and the added stimulation brought a muffled cry from her, her cunt undergoing strong contractions of orgasm again.
She smashed her pussy hard into his face, then banged her mouth up and down on his cock, sucking his prick as strongly as possible. She worked her finger to his puckering asshole, then, without warning, stabbed it deep into his ass.
Johnny gasped into his mother's convulsing cunt, his hips jerking upward and driving his cock into her mouth.
Shelly's eyes closed as her son gushed his thick, hot juices between her lips, coating her tongue with jizz before it splashed into her throat. The burning of his juices in her throat intensified her orgasm, and she sucked as fast as she could while her son squirted his creamy come juice into her mouth.
With her mouth filling with hot juice, Shelly came, over and over. The surprise she felt at the taste of his come juice was transmitted to her cunt, which exploded as her son fucked into it with his tongue. She tasted each spurt of his sweet, hot juice as it boiled out of his piss-hole, and the more he came, the more frantic she sucked and swallowed in wet gulping sounds.
As her orgasm slowed, she found her son's juices beginning to dribble into her mouth as his discharge lost force. She sucked upward on his cock, holding the head between her lips as her tongue licked at his piss-hole.
Moaning softly, she rolled off her son and sprawled on her back, arms and legs flung wide. Her lips gleamed wetly with his come juice as she breathed deeply, her shapely tits rising and falling. Her hand slipped between her son's thighs and she stroked his balls.
"I've never done that before, Johnny," she said softly.
Johnny turned onto his side, resting his face on her upper thigh, looking at her cunt. "Me neither, Mom."
"Why did you start kissing me there, on my ass?"
"It looked so pretty, in your panties, bending over," he said. "It just seemed the thing to do, so I did."
"I'm glad you did, baby," she purred. "I'm very glad you did!"
Chapter Five
The changes in Shelly were both frightening and exciting to her.
Never one to reveal her body in public, she found herself moving toward such urges.
She went through her skirts and dresses, blouses and sweaters. She selected a pink, pleated skirt, with a hot pink sweater to match. Her panties were white, tiny and fragile as a cobweb. Most importantly, they were almost sheer. Pulling them on, she adjusted the crotch and hooked her garterbelt on, then pulled flesh-tinted nylons up her slender legs. Snapping the garter belt to them, she looked at her reflection critically.
Her dark pussy hair made an inviting triangle behind the sheer panties, and the lower curves of her ass showed deliriously. When she slipped into the skirt, twirling, it lifted above her knees, revealing lovely thighs almost to her ass. She started to hook a bra over her tits, then with a wicked giggle, she tossed it away. The short-sleeved sweater molded her tits, her nipples making eye-catching points against the knit. She whirled before the mirror, feeling beautiful and desirable, watching the flash of her nyloned thighs.
Johnny had left earlier, the basketball coach wanting to make sure his team was worked up. Shelly had watched her son play before, but then it had been something a mother was supposed to do for her son. Now she was looking forward to it with pleasure. Pleasure because she knew her son would love what she had in mind for him during the game.
After parking the car, she walked to the gym where the game was to be played, and the scent of male sweat and other odors created a nice tingle in her body. She selected a seat partway up the wooden bleachers, and with her knees together, she rested her elbows on them, chin cupped in her hand, watching the boys doing warm-up practices.
They all looked so young, so desirable to her, but it was Johnny whom she watched most of all. He had seen her come in and he had waved to her. Shelly had smiled back at him, then sat on the bleachers. Johnny was not the only boy who saw her; some of his friends sent friendly waves to her, too.
She watched the pretty cheerleaders working up the spectators, their short skirts whipping about pretty thighs, with their tight little asses encased in brightly colored panties. She wondered if Johnny had any desire to feel those girls up, put his cock into one those tight little cunts. She was surprised at her lack of jealousy. One of the cheerleaders had large titties, and they bobbled and bounced as she leaped and twisted.
When the game started, the gym was only half filled with students and parents. Shelly watched her son make the first point for his team, and she clapped loudly for him. When her son took a break, sitting on the bench below her as the game continued, she caught his attention and parted her knees.
Johnny grinned, and he lifted his hands and, palms together, spread them outward.
Knowing what he meant, Shelly spread her knees until he could see past the satiny flesh of her thighs to the dark shadow of her pussy hair. He grinned his appreciation.
But Shelly noticed one of his friends had been looking upward at the same time, and he, too, had seen her panties. His eyes widened, then a grin spread over his face.
For a moment, Shelly thought she was going to blush, but it was replaced by a very hot sensation that spread from her cunt, along her thighs, to her tits. Her nipples turned very hard, poking sharply against her sweater.
The boy was called back into the game, and Shelly saw his cock was pushing at his shorts, and that sight increased the heat between her thighs. Knowing she was the cause of his hard-on made her shiver in pleasure. Her pussy was starting to get wet. As the game progressed, she spread her knees more and more whenever her son looked in her direction, pretending she was caught up in the game, bouncing up and down on the bleacher seat, and flashing her thighs and panties to anyone who happened to be looking up at her. Her cunt had drenched her skimpy panties, and her clit was pressing in hardness at the gauzy material.
She caught the coach looking up at her, and on a sudden impulse, at the instant that another point was made by her son, she flung her arms high in the air, screaming loudly for her son and spreading her legs very wide for the coach. Then, with only partly pretended embarrassment, she looked directly at the man and closed her knees, pulling her skirt to them. The man had a hungry expression on his face, and Shelly trembled with delight.
The game ended.
Shelly remained seated in the bleachers, waiting for her son to dress and meet her. She saw the coach eyeing her often as he came out of the dressing room with his team.
Her son waved and started toward her. She stood and moved down the bleachers to meet her son, her pink skirt swaying about her lovely knees. She took her son's hand and kissed him.
"You played a good game, baby," she told him, watching the coach approach.
"You have a real star in the making here," Coach Gorman told her, patting Johnny's ass. "He's my best player."
Shelly gave the man a long, interesting look. "I know. He's my best, too."
The coach didn't catch her double meaning, but her son flashed her a wide grin, squeezing her hand in his.
"You two have time for coffee?" the coach invited, his eyes lingering on Shelby's thrusting tits.
"Sorry, but we don't. I don't date anyway."
"That's a shame," Coach Gorman replied, looking her up and down.
Then she saw the ring on his finger. "And especially not married men."
They left, Shelby's ass moving in a deliberate sway, knowing the coach was watching.
Reaching the car, she turned and pulled her son tight against her body, hugging him.
"You played a great game tonight, Johnny," she said, kissing him, as his hands cupped her ass. "Now you get a reward."
"It was hard to concentrate with you opening your knees, Mom!" He laughed and squeezed her ass. "I'm not the only one that saw you, either."
"Do you mind?" She felt his cock pressing at her thigh.
"I liked it," he answered, twisting his hips, rubbing his cock at her flesh. "And so did a couple of those other guys. One guy missed a shot because he had a hard-on." "Then I helped?"
He nodded, pulling her tighter against him. They stood beside the car, paying no attention to others getting into cars and driving away. They looked like a mother simply hugging her son after his game.
She felt Johnny lift her skirt in back, and she arched her panties ass to his palms.
"Here?" she whispered, clinging to him hotly. "Why not?" he replied. Giggling wickedly, she entered the car, dragging her son with her. She had parked in a darkened area, and most of the cars around them were gone. She pulled her son to her, kissing him wanton-ly as her hand feverishly rubbed at his swollen cock inside his pants. She spread her knees when she felt his hand slide up her skirt, her tongue darting into his mouth as her fingers gripped his throbbing cock.
When her son slipped his fingers into her panties, rubbing along the steamy slit of her pulsing cunt, Shelly quickly opened his pants and pulled his cock out, jacking him quickly, mewling into his mouth.
"Ohhhh, fuck me with your finger!" she gasped. "Ahhhh, push your finger deep up mother's juicy cunt!"
Johnny made wet sounds as his finger thrust in and out, his cock jerking in his mother's tight fist. He shoved his other hand up under her sweater, and he began pulling and twisting her stiff nipple.
Shelly cried out in pleasure, pushing her crotch to his hand, throwing her legs wide apart in the narrow confines of the car. She squirmed her ass, so aroused that her mind was spinning. She gripped his cock hard, making her son gasp.
"Tear my panties off!" she hissed. "Tear mother's fucking panties off . . . now! Please . . . Johnny!"
Her panties were very flimsy, and all it required was a sharp tug at the narrow crotch, and her panties ripped. They hung in shreds about her hips as she lay back, her head leaning on the door. She lifted one leg and draped it over the car seat, the other flung wide in the opposite direction.
"Fuck me!" Shelly sobbed, thrusting two of her own fingers into her cunt with an almost violent stab, as her son shoved his pants to his thighs, his cock waving. "Ohhh, look at the big hard-on! Give it to me, baby! Give mother's juicy cunt that big hard-on now...right now! Ram it up my hot pussy . . . my cunt!"
Johnny fell across her, between her spreading legs, his cock plunging into her cunt with a perfect aim.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed. Her ass jerked upward, her hands clawing at his naked ass. "Fuck me hard!"
Johnny shoved her sweater to her neck, freeing her tits. He closed his mouth over one stiff nipple, clutching the other in one hand, reaching beneath her to hold her naked ass.
Shelly humped to his rhythm, her breath coming out in sharp, hissing sounds, her cunt clinging to his penetrating cock, her clit rubbing the hot shaft. Each plunge of his cock made a loud, squishy sound, adding to their pleasure. His balls bounced off her grinding ass, and Shelly dug deeply into his pounding ass, her fingers inside the split, urging him to fuck hard and fast.
"Deeper . . . ohhh, go deeper!" she sobbed. "I want it deep and hard, Johnny! Oh, baby, ram it to mother . . . ram that hard cock up mother's hot cunt!"
Johnny lifted up. "Shake your ass, Mom! Shake your hot ass for me!"
"I am shaking my hot ass for you!" she gasped.
She thrust her crotch upward as he came down, her cunt straining hard on the base of his cock, her clit throbbing with blissful ecstasy. She swung her long legs around his thighs and churned wildly as he ran his cock up and down, the friction on the tight lips of her cunt making her mind spin with rapture. The muscles of her stomach rippled as she banged as hard as she could against his driving cock. He was plunging into her pussy so hard that she could feel the hairv Uds of her cunt being smashed against him.
Johnny looked at his mother's face, his hands cupping and squeezing her tits. He plunged his cock frantically up and down. He gasped with the exquisite, hot tightness of her pussy. His balls seemed tight and full, smashing against her humping ass.
Suddenly, in his frenzy, he jerked his cock out of his mother's cunt. "No!" Shelly screamed. Her ass flew upward at the same time that her son stabbed down in frantic haste. A scream ripped from her throat. His cock stabbed up her asshole. "Johnny!" "Ahhh, Mom!"
His cock began to squirt his hot juices into her asshole.
Shelly's eyes were popping, her mouth gaping, feeling her asshole being stretched about her son's cock, his scalding come juice squirting into it without let-up, relentlessly, rapidly. "Johnny, my ass!"
"I can't help it, Mom!" he groaned as he spewed jizz into her asshole. Shelly groaned, her lips tight to keep a scream from exploding. She felt a slicing, searing pain, as if her son's cock had ripped her asshole open, but there was another feeling, too. Her asshole seemed to grab at her son's gushing cock, squeezing it, forcing his come juice out of his balls and along the velvety walls of her asshole. It was unlike any feeling she had ever experienced. It was painful, but a surprisingly beautiful pain.
"Oh, my God!" she whimpered, arching her crotch up in an effort to get his cock deeper, hardly knowing that she was doing so.
She felt the powerful throbs of his cock as he spewed time and again into her ass. Her clit suddenly doubled in size, and then she couldn't hold back the shriek. Her cunt went into rippling spasms of orgasm as her son kept spurting into her asshole. She squeezed his ass, pulling him down hard, ramming her ass onto his cock.
"My God! Oh, my God, Johnny!"
Shelly's orgasm went on and on, the contractions of her cunt making her ass squeeze and grip his cock hard. The spurts of his come juice slowed, and her own spasms started fading. Her ass slumped to the seat of the car, and her son, breathing hard, slumped on top of her, his cock still caught by the ring of her burning asshole. She held her son as they both breathed with amazement, surprised by what had happened. Slowly, her asshole, flexing, squeezed his cock out.
"Ooooh!" Shelly purred as she felt her asshole close. "How . . . how did that happen?"
"I don't know, Mom," Johnny said, sitting up, his pants dangling about his knees. "I didn't do it on purpose."
She swung her legs open, sitting under the steering wheel, her panties hanging in shreds, her skirt above her waist. There was a dull aching in her asshole, but it wasn't unpleasant. "I know you didn't do it on purpose," she said, then suddenly laughed. "I guess that's what they mean when some people say fucking is a pain in the ass, huh?"
"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, looking concerned.
"It surprised me more than hurt," she said, pulling his head against her naked tit and caressing him. "It's okay, baby. In fact, it was sort of . . . fun."
"You're not hurt, then?"
"Not at all," she said, pushing him away. "We were crazy, fucking here, but I couldn't wait!"
She started the car, pulling away from the school parking lot, glad they had not been caught.
Ten minutes later, she stopped in the driveway. Before getting out of the car, she turned to her son. "Baby, what's the matter?"
"I really didn't mean to shove it up your ass, Mom." He looked as if he was about to cry.
"I know that. Johnny, I think it bothers you more than it does me. Why, honey?"
"I'm afraid you won't let me fuck you any more, Mom."
"Why do you think that?"
"What if it happened again?"
Shelly pulled him against her body, and only then realized that she had driven home with her sweater above her tits.
She giggled and hugged him. "Look at me, driving home with my tits showing, and not even knowing it."
"I knew it," he said, tweaking her nipple.
"You should have said something."
"I thought you wanted to do it," he said. "Mom, what if it happened again . . . my cock going up your ass?"
Shelly felt a shiver flow through her as she hugged him. She smiled. "So it goes up my ass."
Her hand reached for his cock.
Johnny pulled a nipple into his mouth, sliding his hand between her thighs.
"We better go in," she whispered. "We can't take another chance like we did in the parking lot."
But, as she scooted from the car, she made sure her skirt stayed around her waist, her shredded panties no concealment for her satiny, shapely ass. She walked to the door, feeling her son's gaze on her ass.
Chapter Six
Closing the door after her son came in, she fluffed her hair, standing in the middle of the room, legs parted, skirt caught at her waist. Her nylons and garterbelt gave her an erotic appearance, one she knew that her son liked by the expression on his face.
"Take your clothes off," she purred, lifting her sweater over her head and tossing it onto a nearby end table.
As she removed her skirt and kicked her shoes off, she watched her son get out of his clothing, her eyes taking on a hot, steamy expression when his young cock stirred and lifted.
Sliding the ripped panties off, she tossed them playfully at him, laughing as they draped over his head.
Johnny looked at her with one eye from the ripped crotch, his cock jutting upward almost against his stomach.
"Are you still afraid you'll go up mother's asshole again?" she asked in a low, soft voice. "I'll try not to, Mom," he said, watching her fingers spreading the curls of her pussy hair, the wet pink flesh of her cunt showing.
Shelly stood with her feet parted, holding her cunt open, her eyes blazing with what she was going to have her son do. She touched her protruding clit, her ass trembling with the contact. She slowly rubbed her clit and watched her son cup his hairless balls in his hand. "Are your balls full again, baby?" He nodded, staring at her finger stroking her clit.
"Kiss it," she whispered. "Give mother's cunt a kiss, darling." Johnny, still gripping his balls, dropped to his knees before her, pushing his face to her cunt.
Shelly held her pussylips open, arching her hips, looking down and squealing when he dragged his tongue over her quivering clit. His hand moved up the back of his mother's thigh, cupping her ass, and he kissed and sucked at her cunt, sliding his tongue along the hot, satiny slit.
"Ahhh, baby, you lick my pussy so good!" Shelly gasped, grabbing the back of her son's head and grinding her cunt wantonly against his mouth. "Ooooh, keep that up and I'll come fast!"
Johnny pushed his face deeper between her thighs, his tongue darting in and out of her pussy. Shelly cried out, closing her eyes as ecstasy bubbled through her, tossing her ass around and around. Johnny held his mother's ass in both hands, while sucking and licking at her cunt with wet, hungry sounds.
"Ooooh, suck it, suck it!" she sobbed. "Oh, baby, suck my hot cunt! Suck mother in the cunt with your tongue! Ahhhh, you're going to make me come, Johnny!"
Her orgasm burst with surprising speed, mak-ing her ass jerk, slapping her cunt against his face. She shrieked in rapture, her flesh rippling with goosebumps. Johnny's tongue pushed deep, her pussy clutching it with hot, wet spasMs. She shook and strained until she calmed, then she pulled back, looking down at his pussy-drenched face. With a coo of pleasure, she leaned down and kissed him, licking at the juices of her cunt on his mouth.
"Now you have to fuck me, baby," she whispered. "Sucking mother's cunt only made it hotter."
"And wetter!" He grinned up at her.
Shelly turned and dropped to her knees, then leaned over, jutting her naked ass high into the air. Her garterbelt and nylons enhanced her erotic beauty. She pushed her ass back, her cunt pooching from between her thighs, her rounded asscheeks spreading, the pucker of her light-brown asshole crinkling with lewd inyitation.
"Want some of that hot ass, Johnny?" she purred, shaking her ass for him. "It's a real hot ass, baby."
Johnny grunted a reply, getting to his knees and rubbing the swollen head of his cock along the juicy slit of his mother's hairy cunt.
Shelly waggled and purred softly. He eased the head of his cock into her cunt, slowly, taking her breath away. She lowered her head and shoulders to the floor, tossing her creamy ass high for him, her back bowed, knees spread wide apart.
Johnny fucked his cock slowly into his mother's cunt, gritting his teeth as he felt the fiery wetness close tightly. He watched her asshole suck inward, his hands on her hips.
"Ahhhh, so good, darling!" she mewled. "Your cock always feels so good when you first slide it into me."
She groaned as he banged back and forth, making the flesh of her ass ripple, softly slapping his flesh against hers.
"Let me!" she gasped. "You hold still and let me move!"
When he was still, Shelly humped her ass, sliding her cunt back and forth on his cock, thrillingJ;o the way her cunt spread around his hard shaft. She felt his balls nudge her clit. It seemed that his cock went much deeper into her cunt in this positioin. She shook her ass wantonly, her fingers clawing at the carpet, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her clit began to bulge, and she felt her pussy bubbling toward another orgasm.
"Ohhh, I'm about to come again!" she whined.
The orgasm started off soft and gentle, then grew until her cunt was gripping his cock tightly, pulling on it. She moaned as she began to come, but the moans turned to screams as the contractions became almost painful.
"You didn't come, did you?" she said in a husky voice when her cunt slowly relaxed. "You're still hard in me, Johnny!" "I know, Mom, and my balls are on fire!" "Then fuck me and unload it up my cunt!" Johnny dug his hands into her hips. He began to fuck powerfully in and out of his mother's cunt, making wet slapping sounds.
Shelly twisted and revolved her ass, squealing in pleasure, enjoying the almost-violent stabs of his hard cock. He held her hips tightly, jerking her ass back as he rammed his cock forward. He stared at her puckering asshole, watching the tight ring sink inward, to the rhythm of his throbbing cock. Sliding his thumb to his mother's asshole, Johnny touched the crinkling flesh.
"Ohhh, baby, ram it hard!" Shelly cried, the contact of his finger on her asshole enhancing the exquisite sensations in her wide-open crotch. "Fuck my cunt . . . fuck mother's cunt!"
She lifted her naked ass to his pounding cock as high as she could, her tits rubbing along the carpet. She sobbed in delight as his hot balls slapped against her clit. Her cunt was so sensitive that she could feel the ridges and grooves of his hard cock sliding against the gripping tissues. When her son began to rub at the pucker of her asshole, her breath spewed out in hot hissing sounds.
"Mom . . . oh, Mom!" Johnny groaned, stabbing into her cunt with rapid, short strokes. "My balls . . . my balls are on fire, Mom! My cock is so hard! Your cunt is squeezing my cock . . . you're gonna make me come, Mom!"
"Give it to me!" Shelly cried, shaking her ass wildly. "Fill mother's cunt up! Shoot it to mother's hot pussy! Come in my cunt, Johnny!"
Johnny rammed deep and hard, straining his cock up her cunt. As his balls writhed, thick hot come juice spurted into her pussy, and in his excitement, his thumb entered her asshole.
Shelly screamed.
Her son's cock, plunged deep into her cunt, was jerking, and her asshole was stretched around his thumb. The cry that came from her was accompanied by a searing convulsion as her cunt exploded into a powerful orgasm. With her cunt sucking at her son's cock and her asshole penetrated by his thumb, she pushed her crotch back as hard as she could, her whole body seeming to swell with the delicious heat that engulfed her.
She heard her son gasp as her cunt was filled with his bubbling come juice, spurt after hot spurt. His balls crushed her clit, and she even felt them writhing.
Johnny fell across her back, his breathing harsh, his hands sliding under her body to cup her swollen tits.
Shelly shivered, her trembling ass jutting into the air lewdly as her son's cock slipped out of her cunt. With a whimper, she moved her hand between her thighs and pressed the softening cockshaft against the slit of her cunt.
"Mother's cunt is giving your cock a kiss, for that fantastic fuck!"
With a tired laugh, Johnny rolled off her, sprawling on his back, arms and legs flung wide.
Shelly sat up, looking at his glistening cock. She leaned over her son, placing her lips on his cock and kissing it gently.
They lay on the floor, talking quietly, laughing about the way she had excited the coach at school, and the one boy with the hard-on.
"You really didn't mind what I did?" she asked.
"It was fun, Mom," he replied.
"Maybe I can dream up other things to excite you." She kissed his lips. "What say we clean up and go to bed...together?"
Sleeping with his mother in her huge bed pleased Johnny.
The next morning, she became conscious of her son pressed up against her ass, his cock throbbing in hardness. She was facing the window, and the sun was streaming into the room and on her body. She wiggled her ass against him, feeling his warm breath on her naked back. The feel of his cock against her made her feel warm and secure. The cheeks of her ass bunched gently against her son's morning hard-on.
Adjusting her position, she squirmed until she felt his cock resting in the split of her ass. Sliding her hand between her drawn-up thighs, she pushed his cock tightly into her asscrack, feeling it throb against the sensitive pucker of her tight asshole. Her cunt began to pulsate and drip wetness on her wrist as she held his cock between the cheeks of her ass. She made her asshole crinkle along the shaft of his cock, and her breathing started to come in soft panting sounds.
She wiggled her ass gently, not wanting to wake him yet. His cock felt very good between the cheeks of her shapely, hot ass. She pushed her asshole against his cock, a soft purr coming from her throat. She shifted again, applying pressure as she slid her hand to his hips, pulling his lower body tighter against her.
A moment later, Shelly adjusted her son's cock so that she could feel the smooth, hot head resting at the pucker of her asshole. She purred softly as she felt it send a hot tingle around her shitter. Flexing her asscheeks, she squeezed the head of his cock between them, pushing her ass back against the head. She could feel the wetness seeping from his piss-hole on her asshole. When she heard her son moan, she wiggled her ass, pressing firmly against the head of his cock.
"Mmmmm, what's going on, Mom?" he murmured sleepily.
"Just playing, baby," she whispered, twisting her ass gently as she felt his arm slide over her waist, then up to cup one of her tits. "Just lying here and feeling your cock."
Johnny squeezed her tit lightly, her nipple boring into his palm. She mewled in pleasure as her son kissed her back, the tip of his tongue licking almost delicately between her shoulder-blades. She gasped when he pushed the head of his cock forward, her asshole resisting, but tingling with a sweet, burning sensation. She returned his pressure by pushing back at him. Her asshole began to stretch. "Mmmmm!" Shelly whimpered. Her son increased the pressure, and her asshole opened more.
"Johnny," she moaned softly. "Johnny, baby ..."
His hand tightened around her tit. His cock began to push into her asshole . . . slowly.
Shelly still had her hand between her thighs, feeling her cunt drip hot juices on her wrist as she pressed her fingers against the throbbing hardness of his cock, keeping the smooth head in position. Her asshole stretched as he exerted more pressure. The feel of her asshole parting around the head of his cock made her tremble. "Push, Johnny," she said breathlessly. "Push harder!"
"You want it in there, Mom? You want my cock in there ... in your ass?"
"Ooooh, I think so," she replied huskily. "Push a little harder!"
Johnny pushed, and the head of his cock penetrated the gripping tightness of her asshole. With the head of his cock inside her ass, he paused.
Shelly felt his cock throb against the clamping ring of her asshole. She held her breath. Her asshole seemed to pulsate, squeezing the head of his cock. She had expected pain, willing to take the pain, to have her son's cock inside her asshole, but all she felt was a hot, burning, stretching sensation that was very pleasant.
She wiggled her ass, sliding her asshole over more of his cock, feeling it go deep.
With her son clinging to her tit, she lifted one leg, knee bent, and drew her fingers along the juicy slit of her cunt. She began to pump her ass back and forth, slowly at first, becoming accustomed to his hard cock jammed into her asshole. The friction around her shitter-ring brought a soft cry of surprising ecstasy from her.
"Do it!" she hissed, pumping her ass back and forth on his cock. "Help me, baby! Ohhh, do it to mother like this! Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck mother in the ass! Ooooh, it burns and hurts so good! Fuck mother up the ass, baby . . . fuck my asshole!"
Johnny breathed hotly against her back, holding her firm, full tit tightly, feeling his mother's asshole slide back and forth on his cock. With a grunt, he began to thrust with her, stabbing his cock in and out.
Shelly cried out, her fingers rubbing furiously at her slippery cunt slit and her swollen, knotted clitoris. Her other hand still clutched the cheek of her ass, holding it spread wide for him. She gurgled in delight as her fingers made exciting squishy sounds in her cunt. She twisted and rolled her ass while her son increased the thrust of his cock into her asshole.
"So hot and tight, Mom!" Johnny moaned.
"Fuck my tight, hot ass, baby!" she urged breathlessly, feeling his balls brush the back of her fingers as she worked them into her cunt. "Fuck mother in the tight, hot asshole! Ooooh, it's very nice ... so good! I had no idea it would feel like this ... in my ass!"
She tried to open her asshole wider.
"Wait!" she sobbed. "Let me turn over!"
With his cock still in her asshole, she turned slowly and carefully onto her stomach as her son moved with her until he lay atop her. He held himself up on his knees, his cock jerking inside the tight grip of her asshole. With her body flat, she lifted her ass upward, her hands now on each asscheek, spreading them wide.
"Now fuck me! You can go deeper this way, I know you can! Fuck my hot, tight asshole now, Johnny!"
With his knees braced, his arms straight with his hands flat on the bed at her sides, Johnny looked down at her spread-open ass, seeing her asshole holding his cock tightly, stretched around it. Shelly clawed at her shapely ass-cheeks, spreading them as wide as she could, holding her asshole up to him.
Johnny pushed his cock inward, then drew it back, watching her asshole cling to the shaft. He made grunting sounds as he watched his cock sliding in and out of his mother's ass.
Shelly sobbed, pushing her ass up as high as she could to meet his cock. The burning sensation was fantastic, thrilling her. She moved her fingers to the opening of her ass, and felt his cock slide against her fingertips as he fucked into her asshole. His balls bounced off her juicy, hairy cunt, adding to her wild, amazing ecstasy.
"Fuck it!" she gasped. "Fuck my tight, hot ass! Fuck mother up the hot asshole, baby! Ohhh, your cock is so hard and long and thick in my ass! Fuck mother hard in the ass ... I want to feel you come in my asshole!"
Johnny speeded up, making slapping sounds against her ass. He leaned forward, licking the ridge of his mother's spine, making her shiver deliciously. Her tits were crushed into the mattress, but he pushed his hands underneath her and gripped her tits, while still ramming his cock up and down, fucking her in the ass with wild, jerky lunges.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass, Mom!" he groaned hotly against her back. "I'm gonna fuck your hot ass . . . come up your fucking asshole, Mom!"
"Yes!" Shelly urged hotly. "Fuck my hot ass . . . fuck mother up the hot asshole and come in it! Fill mother's asshole up with your hot, sweet come juice! My ass wants your come juice, Johnny! Oooooh, this is making my cunt tingle! I think you're going to make me come, fucking me in the ass this way!"
She arched her ass high, gripping her ass-cheeks to hold them wide apart, trying to get his cock deeper, but it was going in as deep as it possibly could already. The ring of her asshole was throbbing, clenching the shaft of his cock tightly, almost too tightly. Her clit bulged and vibrated with a strange feeling that was so different than when his cock was in her cunt. Different, but just as good.
"Ahhhhh, baby, baby!" she sobbed. "My cunt . . . you're making my cunt...ooooh, mother's cunt is on fire, too! Fuck me! Fuck me up the ass . . . fuck mother's ass with your big hard cock! Ah . . . ohhhh! I'm about to come, Johnny! Deeper . . . harder! Oh, fill my asshole ... fill mother's asshole with your beautiful hard cock!"
The plunges of his cock became rapid, his breath burning against her spine. He clutched her swollen tits hard, his fingers digging into her satiny flesh, her nipples boring into his palms with tingling hardness.
Shelly's eyes bulged, her mouth gaping as a scream gathered force deep in her throat. Her cunt felt as if it were swelling like an overfilled balloon, ready to burst. She had never felt such a feeling before, and it sent her mind spinning.
"Now!" she screamed.
Her orgasm exploded inside her cunt, making her body jerk and the ring of her asshole lighten even more around her son's pounding cock. She felt as if she was going to faint.
Her son's cock squirted, sending searing juices up her asshole, so that she wondered if they would blister the walls of her ass. Each spurt of his come juice triggered stronger spasms in her cunt, until she was going through a long, mind-shattering orgasm, her muscles and bones becoming weak . . .
Chapter Seven
With her asshole still tingling, Shelly bathed and dressed, wearing a loose, off-the-shoulder sundress that was colorful and tight around her tits, but wide and flaring on her hips and thighs. Two fragile straps held it on her shoulders, and she looked ravishing. Beneath the dress, she wore a garterbelt and flesh-toned nylons, with white heels on her feet. She had considered panties, but left them off.
When she entered the living room where her son waited, she twirled around for him, her skirt flying to her waist.
Johnny laughed in delight as he saw her long legs, the naked sweetness of her shapely ass, and the silky triangle of her cunthair.
"You'll have guys coming in their pants, Mom!"
"That's their problem, not mine," she said, pleased with his comment.
"You're an invitation to rape, did you know that?"
"Only if you do the raping, baby." She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "You can rape me anytime, anywhere."
"And you'd help me?"
"With pleasure!" Shelly smiled, sticking her tongue out at him, wiggling it suggestively.
"That makes my cock hard, and you know it, Mom!"
She pulled him to his feet and cupped his crotch. "Not yet, it isn't. But give me time; it will be hard."
They left the house and got into the car.
As she backed out, she looked at the basketball net on the garage. "You don't shoot baskets much anymore."
"I found something better to do." Johnny laughed, sliding his hand up her dress.
She pulled his hand to her crotch and held it there as she drove. The day was warm and sunny. When she reached the edge of town, she chose a country road, and for the next few miles, they were the only ones on the road. They came to a wooded area, and she pulled the car to the side of the road.
"What are we gonna do here, Mom?"
"Have fun," she replied, sliding from the car, her skirt riding past her knees to show a creamy expanse of smooth thigh. She was around the car when Johnny climbed out. "Let's take a walk."
Hand in hand, they walked. The quietness was peaceful. They came to a small meandering stream.
Hugging and kissing and feeling, Johnny lifted his mother's dress up, caressing her naked ass under the garterbelt, while Shelly held his crotch in one hand, his ass in the other. Her tongue sneaked past his lips, and she moaned softly as he sucked it deeply.
She writhed her ass when he slipped a finger between her thighs and into her cunt. When she felt him working a finger of his other hand into her asshole, she gasped excitedly. Spreading her feet apart, she gave her son access to her cunt and asshole. His cock swelled inside his pants, against her hand, and she mashed it when he started finger-fucking her juicy cunt and asshole at the same time.
Opening his pants, she shoved her hot hand inside, closing her fingers around his cock, jacking him without taking his cock out of his pants. She loved the way it dripped hot juices against her palm when she cupped the head, then she slid her fist along the shaft.
She lifted his cock out, then his balls. His fingers, darting in and out of her cunt, were making her legs tremble with weakness, and she spread them a little wider, standing spraddle-legged and humping her hips to the rhythm of Ms penetrating fingers.
She swirled her tongue about his, mewling as the liquid heat grew inside her body. Her clit jutted out from her cunt almost like a small, hard cock. The heel of his hand smashed it as he dipped his finger in and out of her cunt.
Sometimes he finger-fucked her by pushing his fingers up her cunt and asshole at the same time, but other times he was pushing one finger in while pulling the other out. She couldn't decide which sensation she liked best...both were fantastic.
She wiggled against him, whimpering softly as she felt herself getting ready to come.
A cry startled them.
Shelly jerked away from her son, whirling around and shoving her dress down while Johnny stuffed his cock into his pants. They saw no one, but the cry came to them once again.
"Mom," Johnny whispered. "I think somebody is getting fucked over there by those bushes."
"It sounds like it. Want to peek?"
"Yeah!"
Being very careful to not make any noise, they moved toward the soft whimpers of ecstasy.
"Oh, look!" Shelly whispered.
They were standing behind some dense shrubbery, watching a couple on a small, grassy area. A teenaged boy, a few years older than Johnny, had his pants around his knees, his cock very hard, his hips pushed outward, his balls hanging low. He was bare-chested. Squatting before him was a girl younger than Johnny, her pretty face glowing with passion as the boy waved his hard cock in her face. The girl had her dress around her hips, and her small panties dangled from one outthrust knee. She was rubbing at her pussy-slit with one hand, her other hand holding the boy's full balls. Her soft lips parted as she licked her lips hungrily.
Fascinated, Shelly and Johnny watched them, feeling the erotic rapture of peeping at the unsuspecting couple. The young girl and teenaged boy were positioned in such a way that Shelly and Johnny could see the pretty little girl's legs spreading wide, exposing her lovely little cunt and her sweet, tight ass. The girl was pulling and twisting on the boy's balls while he stroked her smooth cheek and hair, looking down at her.
"Tracy, why don't you let me put my cock in your mouth?" the boy asked.
The girl giggled, "Sisters don't let their brothers put their cock in their mouth, or pussy, either."
"You might like it in your mouth or pussy, if you'd only try it once."
"I'm not gonna fuck or suck my own brother off. Bobby, you have plenty of girls who will do that for you."
"You could do it with guys, too, if you wanted to."
"They wouldn't do it the way I like it, and you know it, Bobby."
"You're weird, Tracy."
"I don't care if I am," Tracy said. "I know what I like, and you like it as much as I do. That's why you do it with me and not your girlfriend."
"She won't suck me, either," Bobby complained.
"And she won't let you jack off in her face and mouth, the way I do. I don't know why you keep going out with her. She must be a real good fuck."
Shelly and her son watched closely.
"She's a good fuck," Bobby said. "Butl like what we do better."
"Mmmmm, come on, Bobby, jack off for me!"
Bobby gripped his cock and began to pump it. Tracy squatted with her pretty face tilted upward, eyes burning as she watched him, clinging to his balls with a small hand, the other busy at her cunt. Now and then, her pink tongue would dart against the seeping slit of his piss-hole, but she never took it into her mouth. Her eyes smoldered with passion as her fingers moved over her cunt in circular motions, agitating her tiny, but very hard, clitoris.
The boy's fist jerked back and forth as he arched his hips forward, watching his sister's face intently. Tracy gasped as juices dripped from his piss-hole, catching them on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes closed in dreamy ecstasy when she swirled her tongue over the smooth head of her brother's cock.
Once, he tried to push his cock into her small mouth, but Tracy drew back, her eyes flashing a warning at him.
"Don't do that!"
"Shit!" Bobby complained. "One of these days, Tracy."
"Maybe," she said. "Maybe ..."
His fist pumped faster, and Tracy opened her mouth with her pink tongue thrust forward.
Johnny gripped a cheek of his mother's ass, squeezing the flesh through her thin dress.
Shelly's eyes were glassy with voyeuristic pleasure.
"I'm about to come, Tracy!"
"Ooohhhh!" Tracy whimpered, tilting her face more, trying to open her mouth wider, her small fingers rubbing frantically at her steaming little cunt as she gripped her brother's balls.
"Ahhhh, there, Tracy!"
Shelly and her son watched the creamy spurts of Bobby's come juice fly from his cock, splashing into his sister's eager face. Tracy cried out, and her hips jerked. She caught her brother's spewing come juice in her mouth and over her tongue, her face flushing pinkly.
Bobby pounded his squirting cock hard, sending spurt after spurt of hot come juice into his sister's greedy mouth. When he finished, her young face was glistening wetly with jizz, her lips coated.
Tracy opened her eyes and gazed up at her brother, her slender throat working as she swallowed his come, then she licked her lips. She pulled her hand off her cunt, then licked greedily at her palm.
Bobby's cock drooped, and Tracy licked at his dripping piss-hole, still not taking his cock into her mouth.
"My turn," she said softly, sitting on the soft grass, then lying back, spreading her slim legs wide. She lifted her ass and pulled her dress high past her waist. "Don't get my dress wet, the way you did last time."
Shelly and her son watched, fascinated, as the little girl drew her knees to her chest, then lifted her ass into the air, her hands moving down her thighs, her fingers spreading open her pink cunt and asscheeks.
They saw the creamy flesh of her cunt, and the pink crinkle of her small asshole.
Bobby stepped close to his sister's uplifted ass. She looked at his cock.
"All over my cunt and asshole!" she whined, wiggling lewdly.
Shelly and Johnny could not hold back their gasps when Bobby sent a hot, golden stream of piss into his sister's crotch.
"Ohhh, that's so good!" Tracy cried out. "Piss on my fucking cunt! Piss on my fucking asshole! Piss all over me! Oooooh . . . ahhh! It stings my cunt so good!"
Shelly and Johnny held their breaths, watching this perverse thing between a brother and his sister. Shelly moaned as her cunt reacted to the wild thing she was seeing. Piss gleamed on the little girl's creamy soft cunt and ass, her inner thighs. It seemed as if Bobby was pissing right into his sister's cunt, her fingers holding it parted.
"Ahhh, piss hard!" Tracy squealed. "Piss right inside my cunt and asshole! Piss as hard as you can! Ooooh, my pussy is so hot and ready for your hot piss! I'm gonna come this time, too!"
The stream of piss drenched the girl's crotch as Bobby swung his cock, pissing on her cunt, then her asshole.
The cries of ecstasy coming from the girl excited Shelly, and her hand slipped to her son's cock, which he had taken out of his pants again. She gripped his cock hard as they watched the little girl jerk her naked, glistening wet ass up and down, sobbing with orgasm.
"Make me come hard!" she squealed. "Oooooh, piss on my cunt and asshole! I'm coming so good! Piss on me . . . piss on me hard!"
Shelly and Johnny watched until the scene ended.
The girl slumped to the grass, her slender legs parted, breathing hotly as she slowly recovered from her orgasm. When she sat up, she felt about her dress to make sure it wasn't wet.
"One of these days, Tracy," Bobby said as he pulled his pants up, "you're gonna get fucked in that hot little snatch, or your hungry mouth, and you're gonna really go wild."
The girl giggled as she stood, pulling her panties on and smoothing her dress down. "On my next birthday, you can fuck me."
"When are you gonna give me a blow job?"
"On your birthday." She giggled, then hand in hand, they walked off, leaving a fascinated mother and son intensely aroused.
Chapter Eight
"Aren't you glad we came out here now?" Shelly asked, turning to Johnny and pulling his cock out of his pants. "Seeing that was worth it, I'd say."
Johnny was grinning as his mother grasped his cock. While she jerked on his cock, he pulled the straps off her shoulders and fondled her naked tits.
Shelly pulled her son's mouth to her hard nipples, stuffing one past his lips, one hand holding the back of his head. Sucking on her tit, the other tit clasped in his palm, Johnny lifted her dress and caressed the satiny texture of her naked ass.
"Oooooh, I like the way you feel me, baby," Shelly mewled.
She squeezed his cock hard, pulling him forward. She wiggled her hips, arching her ass to his hand and pushing her tit deeper into his wet, hot mouth.
"Suck my tit . . . my nipple. Ahhhh, nice, baby, very nice."
Her cunt dripped hot juices along her inner thigh as she became very excited. Being out in the open, with the sun on them, and after what they had seen, had created such an intense hunger in Shelly.
She released his cock, slowly sinking to her knees before him. Holding his hips, she stared at his cock. She could look at her son's cock all day and never tire of the sight. It was straight and hard, the head bulbous and smooth, the tiny piss-hole gleaming with wetness. As she watched his cock, it jerked up and down.
Johnny rested his hands on top of her head, looking down at her, proud of his hard-on.
Shelly pursed her lips, kissing the satiny head of his cock lightly, her eyes tilted up to watch his expression.
Johnny was grinning broadly down at her, his body shaking against her hands.
Using the tip of her tongue, she very lightly licked along the hot, throbbing shaft, to his open fly, then up toward the tip again. She probed his seeping piss-hole, tasting his juices. Swirling her tongue slowly about the head of his cock, she continued to look up at his excited face. Closing her lips around his piss-hole, she sucked hard, drawing juices from it, her hands working at his pants, opening them, then dragging them down to his knees.
Letting his cock slide from her lips, she dipped her face and kissed his balls.
She lapped at them, swirling her tongue slowly from one ball to the other. Pushing her tongue beneath them, she bounced bis balls playfully up and down, feeling his cock rub against the side of her face.
Swishing her tongue over his balls, Shelly spread her knees on the grass, her cunt so hot that she had to open her legs. Her tits brushed against his legs as her tongue twirled on his balls.
She squeezed his ass, sliding a finger into the crack and gently probing his asshole.
"Ahhh, Mom!" Johnny moaned, watching her with glazed eyes, his hands in her hair.
"You taste so good," she purred with her lips against his balls.
She forced her face between his thighs. Taking his balls into her mouth, she sucked them tenderly, rolling them inside her mouth as she fondled his ass, stroking the hot pucker of his asshole. His cock pulsated along the side of her nose. Her clit bulged with desire, and the hairy lips of her cunt had become very puffy, her inner thighs slippery with her juice.
"Put my cock in your mouth, Mom!" Johnny grunted. "Suck my cock, Mom!"
Shelly sucked on his balls, stretching them downward as her eyes glittered happily up at him. The pressure on his balls made him moan, his eyes half closed with delight.
Sucking hard on his balls, she inched the tip of her finger into his tight asshole. When her son gurgled, she slipped it halfway up his ass, feeling his balls react with a writhing movement in her mouth. She felt his juices smearing her face, and she loved it.
Johnny began to gasp as his mother moved her finger in and out of his asshole with excited motions. His asshole squeezed her finger, and Shelly purred eagerly with her mouth full of her son's hot balls. She worked her finger deeper into his asshole, listening to his whimpering ecstasy.
"Mom, suck my cock! Please . . . suck on my cock, Mom!"
Understanding her son's urgency, she let his balls fall out of her mouth. Her tongue dragged along the hot shaft to the head. She lapped the creamy head, tasting his juices.
Johnny cupped his mother's face in both hands and shifted his hips until the head of his cock was pressing against her lips. When he pushed forward, Shelly let his cock open her lips, and her eyes were slitted with erotic pleasure as the hot meat filled her mouth.
Looking down at his mother's flushed face, Johnny pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.
Shelly purred softly as she felt his cock slide on her tongue to the back of her throat. Her lips tingled as they were pressed against the base of his cock, his balls on her chin. She pumped her finger in and out of his asshole slowly, enjoying the way it made his cock jerk in her mouth.
She wanted to suck his cock slowly, but her son was much too excited. Holding her face in his hands, Johnny moved his cock back and forth, fucking his mother's face. Shelly liked the way he was fucking her mouth, fucking it beautifully, the way he fucked her in the cunt. As he pushed and pulled his cock between her lips, she kept fucking his tight asshole with her finger, making him gasp and moan in ecstasy. The cheeks of her ass bunched as wild, steamy pulsations burned through her pussy.
"Ooooh, Mom, you suck my cock so good!" Johnny groaned. "Your lips are so hot on my cock!"
"MmmmmF Shelly murmured as she drew back. "That's because I love to suck your hard cock, baby!"
Johnny was in no mood to delay. His mother's finger stabbing in and out of his asshole was working its magic on him. His balls swelled and ached dully, and his cock was almost painfully hard. He thrust it back into her mouth and began to fuck her face swiftly.
Shelly whimpered as his cock brushed against the back of her throat. She started plunging her finger in and out of his puckering asshole faster, stabbing him in his ass while he stabbed his cock into her mouth. Each lunge of his cock into her mouth bruised her lips.
She moaned around his cock as her hips twisted beneath her dress, her cunt puckering and swelling, the hairy lips bulging outward as her clit vibrated sweetly.
"Ahhh, Mom, suck me! My cock is so hard, Mom! Oh, my balls . . . they're so full!"
Shelly sobbed as his cock rammed in and out of her mouth, his hands holding her face. She thrust her finger swiftly in and out of his asshole, urging her son to gush that hot, thick, sweet come juice down her throat. She began to jerk him forward when he plunged into her throat. Her eyes closed with anticipation. "Mom! Ohhh, Mom!" Johnny's hips pounded back and forth, his hands holding her face tightly, as if afraid she would jerk away from his cock when he came, although he knew she would never do that. His cock swelled and lurched, and Shelly sucked as hard as she could, knowing he was ready to come in her mouth.
With a cry, Johnny rammed his cock deep, one hand clutching the back of his mother's head. He cried out again, then sent a scalding squirt of come juice down her throat.
Shelly made a wet gasp, swallowing and sucking at the same time. His come juice gushed hotly, spraying the back of her throat, burning ever so deliciously as she made wet, gulping sounds. Her finger plunged deep into his asshole, feeling it squeeze in spasms as he came in her mouth. The pulsations of his cock between her lips as he gushed into her throat sent a wild, ecstatic convulsion to her cunt, and Shelly let out a choking scream as her pussy exploded into orgasm.
Her lips clung to his cock long after he had finished his discharge, the taste of jizz lingering on her tongue. Slowly she pulled her finger out of his asshole, then drew her lips off his cock. She looked up at him, licking her slightly bruised lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Did you like that, fucking me in my mouth, baby?" she asked in a soft voice.
"Yeah," he panted, his legs shaking.
"You better sit down before you fall!" She laughed softly, pulling him to the grass.
Johnny sprawled on his back, one arm shading his eyes from the sun, breathing with contentment. But Shelly wasn't content. Her cunt was as hot as it had been earlier, despite her orgasm when her son had filled her mouth with his hot come juice. She spread her knees wider and pulled her dress to her waist. Johnny watched her...her shapely tits naked, the soft triangle of her pussy hair sparkling from the wetness of her cunt.
Shelly fondled her pussy as she looked down at her son, her hips swaying.
"I want more, Johnny," she whispered, rubbing her distended clitoris with one finger. "My cunt needs more." He pointed to his cock. "I can't do anything right now, Mom."
"Oh, but you can," she purred, standing up, tossing one foot over his body and straddling him. "You have a tongue, don't you?"
Johnny grinned as he gazed up between his mother's thighs. He looked up at the satiny smoothness of her inner thighs above the tops of her nylons, at the curve and split of her shapely ass, the pink wetness of her cunt framed sweetly by her soft, curling pussy hair, the tip of her clit protruding.
"I could sit on your face and rub my cunt on it," she whispered. "Mother can rub her hot, wet cunt in your face, over your mouth and tongue. I can come that way."
"I know. And I can fuck your cunt with my tongue that way, too, Mom."
"That's the idea, baby!" She squatted over him.
Looking between her parted knees at his face, she wiggled her ass from side to side lewdly, her fingers sliding along her thighs to part the slit of her cunt above his face.
"Lick it . . . lick mother right in the hot cunt, Johnny!"
Johnny lifted his head, his tongue taking a long swipe at his mother's pussy-slit. He cupped her ass in his palms, twisting his tongue against her stiff clitoris.
"Ohhh, baby, baby!" Shelly gasped, sliding her cunt over her son's tongue.
She cried out softly when he pushed his tongue into the steamy slit of her cunt, darting it up and down. She lowered her crotch, and his tongue penetrated deeper. She drew her hands off her pussy to her tits, squeezing them hard, her nipples bulging between her fingers. She squirmed her cunt into her son's face, sliding back and forth.
His lower face was pushed into her pussy, his nose covered by silky cunt hair. She pressed her cunt down harder, burying her son's face against her pussy, rocking her ass about. The heat in her body seemed hotter than the sun burning down on them.
"Oh, Johnny!" she gasped suddenly, her eyes opening as she looked down between her spread knees.
Johnny had moved his tongue from her cunt as he was licking swiftly at her asshole.
"Johnny! That's . . . ohhh, baby, wonderful!"
She smashed her spreading asscheeks around his face, her hands darting off her tits and beneath her ass. She clutched her asscheeks and spread them as wide open as she could, squirming her asshole on his mouth. The hot movement of his tongue against the satiny flesh between the cheeks of her ass made her tingle. When his tongue lapped at the pucker of her asshole, she squealed.
Johnny slurped his mother's ass, swirling his tongue at the pucker, then he pushed the tip in hard, trying to penetrate.
Shelly gasped and wiggled, her fingers pulling hard at her asscheeks. She felt his tongue pressing hard at her asshole, and her eyes closed dreamily. Her pussy surrounded her son's nose, and he was snorting, but his tongue was pushing hard at her asshole, and that was all Shelly really felt.
"Up my ass, Johnny!" she squealed. "Shove your tongue up mother's hot ass!"
With his tongue stiff, Shelly wiggled and pushed downward. His tongue moved past the gripping ring of her asshole.
"Fuck my asshole!" she babbled. "Tongue-fuck mother up the ass! Oooh, baby, fuck mother in the asshole with your tongue! Suck mother's ass . . . suck mother's asshole!"
Johnny kept his tongue rammed to her asshole.
Shelly was twisting and squirming and pushing her ass at his mouth with wild jerks of her hips, her knees thrown as wide apart as they would go. His tongue darted and plunged past the fiery, tight shitter-ring, his hands holding her ass to his face. Her hips twisted and jerked about so much that Johnny's face was coated with her dripping pussy juices.
Shelly began to cry as her son's tongue pushed in and out of her asshole, the sensations so outrageously intense that she could hardly stand them. She wiggled and squirmed in a frenzy, her head lifted to the sun, eyes closed as she moaned with ecstatic sobs.
Somehow, her son's tongue seemed to be stabbing into her cunt and asshole in alternating thrusts. Her cunt was burning, swelling, her clit expanding into a painful, throbbing knot. She felt on fire from the slit of her cunt to the pucker of her asshole.
"Eat my cunt. . . suck my asshole!" she shrieked, jerking with spasms of rapture. "Suck mother's cunt . . . suck mother's asshole! Oh, baby, suck me hard! Fuck me up the cunt, fuck me up the asshole with your tongue!"
Johnny sucked and licked at his mother's juicy cunt and tight, hot asshole in a frenzy, his tongue and lips everywhere. He gripped her hips now, letting her hold her ass open, then he pulled her crotch down onto his face.
Shelly was bouncing up and down, smacking her cunt and asshole against her son's face, feeling his tongue slide up her cunt or her asshole. The feverish ecstasy took control of her, and she bounced and squealed frantically, clawing at the cheeks of her ass in her effort to bury her son's face into her cunt and ass.
"I'm going to come!" she shrieked. "You're about to make mother come! Ohhh, baby, suck me! Suck my cunt ... my asshole! Suck everything you can get your hot mouth on! Oooooh, my cunt is on fire ... my asshole is on fire . . . and I'm so wet and I'm going to come in your sweet, cunt-sucking, asshole-licking face!"
When the tremors started, she smashed down hard on her son's face, grinding so tightly that he couldn't breathe. His tongue was jammed into her asshole, his nose smashed at her wet cunt.
"Ahhhh . . . ooooh! There! There ... I'm coming!"
The spasms sent tight squeezes of her asshole on his tongue, and her cunt sucked his nose. Her body shook violently, her tits shaking as her nipples pointed up in hardness, tingling sweetly. Hands on knees, she tried to push them wider apart as she smashed her ass and cunt on his face. The convulsions whipping through her were making her mind spin, shattering her nerves.
With a final scream, she fell off her son, sprawling on the grass at his side, her head near his feet, one leg resting across his chest, her pulsating cunt gleaming wetly in the sun. She gasped for breath.
Johnny, his face drenched with his mother's pussy juices, toyed with her long, thick pussy hair, watching the pink lips quiver as she rested. His cock stood upright in hardness.
Breathing deeply, Shelly moved her hand to his cock, closing her fingers around it.
"Your cock wants some pussy, too, Johnny," she said softly, stroking his prick gently. "Or maybe it wants some of mother's tight, hot asshole."
He lifted up on his elbows, grinning at her. "My cock will take whatever it can get, Mom."
She giggled. "Why not both?"
"Fine with me."
Shelly sat up, starting to straddle her son again when they heard giggles coming from behind the bushes.
"Oh, my God!" Shelly gasped, jerking her dress up over her tits and down over her naked ass. "Someone has been watching us!"
Chapter Nine
Being caught by the girl and her brother had made Shelly more excited than she had thought it would. The idea of being watched by someone as she and her son licked and touched each other made her tremble with hot pleasure. It was a strange feeling for her, because she had never wanted to exhibit her body to anyone, let alone with a cock in her mouth or cunt. Still, knowing they had been seen was too thrilling to ignore.
Something else was burning in the back of her mind, too.
Piss . . .
Shelly had never suspected that the feel of being pissed on could turn someone on to the point of orgasm, yet she had seen it with her own eyes. Tracy had screamed with ecstasy as her brother pissed over her cunt and ass. It had been weird to watch, yet it had a perverse attraction for Shelly.
For a week she let it stay in her mind, seeing it over and over. The more she thought about it, the more attractive it became to her. But how could she ask her son to try such a thing with her? Johnny would think she had gone off the deep end.
While her son was at basketball practice, she gave into experimentation, blushing with a delicious sense of wickedness. She spread her legs around the toilet, bending over and peering between them, holding her cunt open. Even trying to watch herself piss made her blush. The stream of piss hissed out of her cunt and made a tinkling sound into the water. Nothing exciting about that, she decided.
She slipped her fingers into the golden stream.
She gasped softly.
Her eyes took on a hotter expression as she cupped her hand, watching her piss fill and overflow it. A warm sensation grew inside her. She slipped her palm close to her cunt, feeling her piss spurt into it. Lightly cupping her pussy, she watched the piss spray outward onto her thighs. Her breath caught momentarily, and she stopped pissing.
She looked at her soaked hand, at the drenched hair of her cunt. Impulsively, she wiped her wet hand across her lips, and her cunt reacted with a tight, inward pull.
More excited now than bashful, she jumped off the toilet. Holding her skirt high, she went into her bedroom and pulled on a pair of panties, adjusting them over her wet cunt.
Returning to the bathroom, removing her skirt on the way, she stepped into the tub, still wearing panties and a summer sweater. Spreading her knees wide, shoving her cunt forward, Shelly tried to piss.
At first, she found it difficult to get started with her panties on, but then she began to dribble. She watched the crotch of her panties turn wet, then she began pissing strongly into her panties. It ran down her thighs, making her shake with perverse ecstasy.
She thought of her son, and excitement leaped up and down her body. As she stood spraddle-legged, pissing in her panties, she ran her hands along her wet thighs, feeling the crotch of her panties, the piss soaking her fingers as well as her legs. She felt her cunt becoming puffy.
With a cry, she squatted in the tub, her hands rubbing swiftly at her panty-covered, pissing cunt. She began to wash her thighs in her piss. She panted and gasped with a strange ecstasy. Her ass twisted as she squatted, moving as if she had her son's hard cock stuffed into her cunt. Her pussy was on fire, and she was no longer pissing. The deep pulsations inside her cunt were agonizing.
She slumped to the bottom of the tub until she was lying flat in it. Drawing her legs up, she clutched her knees, watching her panties stretch over her pussy. With a feverish cry, she pulled hard at her knees, lifting her head at the same time, thrusting her tongue out and trying to reach her pantied cunt with it.
In a mindless frenzy of passion, Shelly tore at her panties until she shredded them, her cunt now exposed. She ran her palm feverishly back and forth on her cunt-slit, then she began to lick at her hand. She squirted piss, watching it arc into the air, then splash onto her sweater.
Almost sobbing, she began to finger-fuck herself rapidly, thrusting two fingers in and out of her fiery cunt as she held her ass high. Yanking her pussy-soaked fingers out of her cunt, she stuffed them into her mouth, sucking and licking her own juices from them hungrily. As she sucked the fingers of one hand, she plunged her other fingers into her cunt.
When she came, the orgasm was very strong, making her cry out, her body shaking in a violent way.
When the orgasm was over, she was drained of energy, every muscle of her body trembling with a warm weakness. She lay in the tub, amazed that she wanted to experience the almost agonizing ecstasy of orgasm this way again.
She bathed and scented her body, brushed her hair until it gleamed with highlights. She looked very desirable in a white, pleated skirt, a soft lemon-colored blouse, and high heels.
Her son came home from his practice. He was still wearing his shorts and jersey, his old scuffed court shoes. He was sweaty and bruised.
"I've missed you," she purred, pulling him against her body, her hands holding his ass. She kissed him wetly, dragging her tongue over his lips.
"I was only gone a few hours, Mom," he said, pleased with the way she held him.
"A few hours too long. I'm selfish, I guess. I want you with me all the time."
"You look good enough to eat, Mom," he said, standing back and looking at her.
"Ooooh, would you eat me?" she mewled, shivering. "Eat all of me?"
He nodded, his eyes bright. "I'd suck whatever you pointed at, Mom."
"Mmmmmm, after you shower," she said throatily, "I'm sure I can find someplace for you to kiss."
While her son showered, Shelly paced the floor.
Johnny came into the room with a towel around his hips, his hair still damp from the shower. She gazed at him, his youthful body looking so appealing.
"Take that fucking towel off!" she hissed, feeling her clit swell.
Johnny dropped the towel.
Shelly gazed at his cock and balls, never tiring of looking at them, touching them, feeling and tasting them.
She stepped to her son, her hands on his shoulders, her eyes on fire.
"I love you so much, Johnny," she whispered hotly, her fingers digging into his flesh. "I want to eat you up all the time. I'm so hungry for you, baby."
"I thought I was going to eat you, Mom," he teased, putting his palm on the front of her white dress and pressing on her cunt. "Starting with your soft cunt, then your hot asshole. Or maybe the reverse."
"Johnny ... I did something today," she said shyly. "It was . . . well, kind of wicked, but ohhhh, so good!"
He grinned at her. "Couldn't wait, huh, Mom?" She nodded, licking her lips. "It was . . . shameful."
"What did you do?"
"You'll think you have a terrible mother."
"Not me," he assured her.
"I hope not," Shelly whispered, sliding to her knees before her son, kissing his cock and balls, running her tongue through the scant, wiry hair at the base of his cock. "Mmmmm, you taste so nice and hot!"
She ran her tongue beneath his balls, licking them, then lapped at his swelling cock, kissing his piss-hole when his cock lifted to her lips. She caressed his hips, his naked ass, fondled his balls and licked the shaft of his cock, tasting the juices that began to drip out of his piss-hole.
"Your cock seems to be growing bigger every day," she murmured throatily, eyeing his cock. "I hope it never gets too big for me."
Sliding her lips over the head of his cock, she sucked, drawing bubbling juices into her mouth. With a soft, hot purr, she gulped her son's cock into her mouth deeply, clutching his ass and holding him. Her lips worked at the base of his prick as her tongue swished, his balls feeling so hot now on her chin that she felt they would blister her flesh.
Johnny watched his mother drag her tight, hot mouth back and forth on his cock, his legs trembling with delicious feelings. He stroked her face as she sucked on his cock.
"Oh, baby, you taste so fucking good!"
Shelly gasped as she backed off his cock. "I want to suck you off, but I want it in my cunt, too, even in my asshole! I want it in all three places, damn it, at the same fucking time!"
"I only have one cock, Mom. I guess you have to take turns with it."
"Take turns . . . " She looked puzzled, then her eyes lit up. "I will! I'll take turns with it!"
She quickly positioned herself on her hands and knees.
"Lift mother's skirt!" she cried. "Shove my skirt over my ass!"
Johnny flipped her skirt to her waist, and Shelly waggled her ass.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck my cunt for a while, then my asshole, then my mouth!"
Johnny, shaking with as much excitement as his mother, dropped to his knees behind her uplifted ass. He pushed his cock into the steamy wetness of her cunt, making Shelly gasp with the penetration. He held her hips and thrust deep into her cunt, stretching the tight, hairy lips.
Shelly rammed her ass back at him, making a slapping sound. "Fuck me hard!" "You got it, Mom!"
Johnny plunged his cock back and forth, beating against his mother's ass so hard that her creamy ass-flesh rippled. Shelly sobbed with ecstasy, his cock crushing the puffy lips of her pussy. The friction of his hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt sent wild chills up and down her flesh. She shook her ass wantonly, urging him to greater effort, her words punctuated by cries of ecstasy.
After a moment, she jerked her ass forward, causing his cock to come free of her clinging cunt.
"My mouth!" she sobbed. "Now fuck me in my mouth!"
Johnny moved to his mother's face, his cock dripping with her pussy juices. Shelly greedily-closed her lips over it, sucking hard, the taste of her cunt on his cock enhancing her pleasure. She stayed on her hands and knees and let her son fuck her mouth for a while, then she pulled away.
"Fuck me in the asshole!" she begged hoarsely, arching her ass. "Ram your big, hard cock up mother's asshole now!"
When his cock touched her hot pucker, Shelly thrust back, a squeal bubbling from her throat as her asshole stretched over his throbbing hardness. She pushed her ass back until she had every inch of his cock inside it. She began to tremble, her arms shaking weakly.
"It's so good, Johnny!" she sobbed. "Oooh, you make mother's asshole feel so good! Fuck me deep . . . fuck mother up the hot asshole with your hard cock! Fuck my ass!"
Johnny pounded his cock in and out, staring at the pucker of his mother's asshole. Her shitter held his cock so tightly, gripping his cock in a flexing movement. His balls bounced and swung, slapping the hairy slit of her dripping cunt. Each thrust sent ripples along the satiny flesh of her shapely ass.
In her fevered condition, Shelly became insatiable. With throaty cries, she told her son to jam his cock into her mouth again.
Johnny pulled his prick out of her asshole. His mother turned around, grabbing his cock with her lips and sucking hungrily on it. She didn't mind that it had just been inside her asshole.
"I'm so hot, baby!" she groaned as she pulled her mouth off his cock and lay back, drawing her legs up and spreading them wide. "Fuck me again! Anywhere you want to fuck mother!"
Johnny rammed his cock forward, driving it into her cunt swiftly. It took her breath away. She pulled her knees to her shoulders, lifting her ass high for him, the wet slaps making her ass shake wantonly. Each thrust of his cock drove the breath out of her lungs. He lifted her ass higher, and was almost standing up, ramming his cock in and out of her cunt with juicy sounds. He pulled his prick out, causing a moaning protest from her, only to stab it into her asshole.
"Ohhh, my God, yes!" Shelly cried wildly, arching her ass high for him. "Fuck my asshole . . . burn mother's asshole up with your hard cock!"
The friction of his cock sliding in and out of her asshole was different than her cunt, but equally wonderful. She wanted to see his cock fucking her asshole. She lifted up, straining in her effort to see, but she could not lift high enough.
Johnny plunged his cock in and out of his mother's asshole as she strained to double herself up. He stabbed so fast that his cock pulled free of the gripping ring, and on the downthrust, it entered her slippery cunt.
Shelly screamed, and her cunt contracted instantly around his cock, coming in powerful, rippling waves of intense rapture. While she was still coming, he lifted his cock free, then plunged it into her asshole, bringing wild cries from her when her orgasm increased into agonizing spasms.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shrieked. "My cunt . . . my asshole, everything is coming! Ohhhh, my God, Johnny!"
Caught up in his mother's frantic ecstasy, Johnny pulled his cock out of her asshole, then thrust it into her cunt. Then he yanked it out and scooted forward, offering it to her mouth. Feverishly, Shelly gulped her son's dripping cock into her mouth, sucking in a frenzy, her tongue swishing.
Johnny was leaning over his mother, his arms rigid, bracing his upper body as he half squatted above her. His face was a tight grimace of ecstasy as his cock spurted over and over into his mother's wildly sucking mouth. His legs were against her shoulders, her ass and cunt pushed into the air. The uncontrollable orgasms whipped through her body like a fire out of control, her cunt and asshole sucking inward, her clit hurting from the strength of the contractions.
Johnny's cock gushed and splashed into her mouth, almost choking Shelly. She gulped his juices down wetly, sobbing, as her hands dug into his ass.
As the last drop of hot come juice oozed past her lips, Johnny slumped forward, gasping, legs spread around her, his balls against the top of her head.
Shelly lowered her ass, her legs flung wide to let the air cool her overheated cunt. They lay there for a long time, breathing hard, shivering from the rapture they had just shared together.
Shelly turned slowly. She fondled him, her hand between his parted thighs. She turned her face to his ass, kissing his quivering asscheeks fondly, pressing her palm to his empty balls.
"Mmm!" she purred, lapping at her son's ass gently, dragging her tongue along the crack. "That was very good, baby. I came so much, my cunt feels sore. How are your cock and balls?"
"Still tingling, Mom."
"Nice," she whispered, dipping her face and kissing his empty balls, then spreading the cheeks of his ass, running the tip of her tongue up and down his asscrack, tickling his tightly clenched asshole. "And so is this. Mmmm, baby, did you know you have a sweet asshole?" Johnny laughed, jutting his ass up to her tongue. "I've never heard of a sweet asshole before, Mom. But if there is such a thing, then it has to be your asshole, because you sure have a sweet cunt."
"My baby ..." she purred happily.
"Mother's little man."
Chapter Ten
The evening was cool, but still warm enough to wear little or nothing. It had been three hours since their wild fucking in the living room; and Shelly and Johnny sat on the couch, naked, caressing, stroking, kissing each other like two overly excited teenagers.
The remains of a pizza were on the coffee table before them, ice melting in cups. The television was on, muted, because they had no interest in it.
Shelly was still wondering how to approach her son to convince him to piss on her. She wanted to find out what it was about hot piss that had caused the little girl to react in such ecstasy.
She slipped her face down to his chest, pulling one of his nipples into her mouth, biting it tenderly as she rubbed his balls. His cock rested on his stomach, the head pointed toward her face. She gazed at his small piss-hole as she sucked his nipple, imagining him starting to piss as they sat this way, watching the hot, golden stream spurt upward toward her face. The vision sent excitement running through her, and before she could stop herself, she began speaking.
"Piss for me," she said in a very low whisper. "Let mother see you piss right here, baby."
"What did you say, Mom?"
Shelly felt a slight stiffening of his body.
"Nothing," she said softly, blushing slightly. "I was just ..."
"You were thinking about that girl, huh, Mom?"
"Yes," she said very softly.
"And you want me to piss . . . sitting right here?"
Shelly pulled in a deep breath, cradling his soft balls gently. "Yes."
"On my stomach, Mom?"
"Please," she whimpered as excitement sent a throbbing pulsation around the puffy, hairy lips of her cunt. "Please, yes . . . "
"Well... I can try, but I don't know
Shelly, holding his balls, rested her cheek on his upper stomach, her face only about four inches from the head of his cock, her eyes staring right at the little piss-hole. She waited, feeling slightly apprehensive, but her desire forced her onward.
Johnny's hand rested on the back of her head lightly. "If I can do it, you better move your face, Mom."
"No ..."
After a moment of silence between them, a few drops of piss dribbled from Johnny's cock.
Shelly's eyes slitted hotly, her hand tightening on his balls. A quick, short squirt came from his cock, almost to her face. It splashed just above his belly button, and ran to one side.
A wicked giggle came from him. "How's that, Mom?"
"Not enough," she gasped hoarsely. "Not nearly enough."
She saw his cock lift slightly, and a hot spurt of golden piss spewed from it. Shelly gasped, jerking her head just in time to keep from get-ting it into her face. It spattered near his nipples, and Johnny giggled in shy excitement.
With her eyes blazing with erotic heat, her lips parted. Shelly stared at his cock, watching it spurt and stop, spurt and stop. Each time he spurted piss, his cock lifted a bit. Her cunt seemed to draw inward, her clit lurching into sudden hardness. Her nipples strained stiffly, and she held his balls in her hand, squeezing them lightly as if this made his cock gush in quick squirts. His stomach and lower chest were glistening with piss now, and Shelly rested her cheek on it once more, the feel of his piss on her flesh making her tingle all over.
In short, quick spurts, Johnny pissed, giggling shyly, yet there was excitement in the giggles.
Shelly watched the golden stream come near her face, felt a spatter on her bottom lip. Her naked ass writhed on the cushions of the couch as she stared. She felt a slight pressure on the back of her head. Her son was pushing her downward, urging her to get closer to the head of his cock.
Shelly didn't resist.
She felt his piss on her chin, then she felt the hot piss sting against her closed lips. A lurching sensation between her thighs brought a whimper from her. She turned her face, taking her son's piss on her cheek. The hot wetness was about to make her come, and she turned his balls loose, ramming her hand between her thighs and pressing hard on her pulsating clit.
"Okay, Mom?" Johnny asked in a thick voice.
"Mmmmmm!"
The stream became stronger, and it spurted into her face hotly, splashing into her hair, her neck. She moaned. Lowering her face until it was only an inch away from his piss-hole, she pushed her tongue out and tasted her son's piss. The burning sensation between her thighs increased, and she was about to come in an instant.
Johnny's piss was slowing down.
Suddenly Shelly opened her mouth wide and darted her face toward his cock. But he stopped pissing just as she closed her lips around his piss-hole. Her tongue flicked at the small slit. A final squirt of piss gushed into her mouth. Her tongue rolled it around, and her eyes closed as she whimpered. She swallowed slowly, feeling her cunt contract against her pressing palm.
She came, but it was not a strong orgasm, her tongue swiped about his piss-hole, as if she was trying to suck more piss out of his cock.
She turned on the couch until she rested her chin on his piss-wet stomach, looking up at him. She gave him a shy smile, then dipped her tongue into the wetness near his belly button.
Johnny giggled, squirming. "We're horrible, huh, Mom?"
"I don't think so. We just enjoy each other, baby. There isn't anything horrible about that."
"Mom, did it feel good . . . having me piss in your face? I mean, did it feel exciting?"
"You didn't know I came?"
"Did you? Did it make you come, Mom?" His excitement was evident on his young face.
Shelly nodded, grinning, her eyes sparkling. "Not a great one, but I came."
"Would it be okay if I tried it?"
"You mean let me piss on you?"
He nodded, flushing a little.
"If you want, I will! But I have to warn you ... I have to piss bad." She licked at his piss-wet stomach again. "Come on down to the floor."
Johnny dropped onto his back on the rug, looking up at his mother.
Shelly stood at his side, her feet spread apart, so her son could gaze up at her bushy cunt for a moment. She swung one foot over his stomach, her hands parting her cunt, exposing the pink slit and her clit to his upward stare.
Bending her knees slightly, she looked down at him as she adjusted her hips, shoving her cunt forward. Although he had not told her to piss into his face, she wanted to so much, but she was afraid to ask him, afraid he would say no. Holding her cunt open with her fingers, she glanced behind her ass and saw his cock lifting.
"Oooooh, you're getting hard already, baby!" she purred.
Johnny watched her cunt, eagerness written on his face.
With a soft hiss, Shelly let loose a slow dribble, watching it spatter on her son's chin. She whimpered with perverse pleasure when her son tucked his chin downward, taking the slow stream over his closed lips. She began to piss with more force, and she gurgled in delight as she watched it rain down on her son's face, drenching him. A glance behind her ass showed his cock to be standing up with jerking hard-ness now, his balls drawn tight at the base. His hard cock told her that her son was very excited to have her pissing into his face.
She lowered her crotch as her hot, golden piss soaked her son's face.
Johnny had closed his eyes, but he was taking the stream of his mother's piss all over his face. His cock jerked, his balls starting to burn.
"Ahhhhhhhh, baby, baby!" Shelly gurgled, squatting over her son's face now, knees spread wide apart, still holding her cunt open with her fingers. "Taste it! Taste mother's piss . . . ooohhh, yes, taste my hot piss, Johnny!"
Johnny ran his hands to his mother's ass, cupping the spreading cheeks of her ass as she squatted above his face, pissing hard. He shoved his tongue out, tasting the piss. He groaned, ready to come.
With a cry of perverse delight, Shelly grabbed her son's head, pulling his face into her crotch. She rubbed her pussy against his face, piss spewing outward. She felt him open his mouth, and she placed her cunt over his lips, pissing into his mouth.
"Taste my piss . . . taste mother's hot cunt-piss! Oooooh, baby, I'm going to piss all over you!"
Johnny made wet gulping sounds as his mother pissed into his mouth. His lips were spread wide, his tongue fluttering over the satiny flesh of her pussy as he swallowed, his ass twisting as his cock jerked about wildly.
The excitement was intense, and Shelly, with a cry, yanked her cunt off his face, rushing her ass down his body. She spread her legs over his hips and thrust her downward, sinking onto his cock in a swift lunge.
She screamed she began to pound up and down, still pissing even as she fucked her son frantically. She clutched the back of his head, smashing her mouth onto his, her tongue stabbing greedily into his sucking lips. Her cunt made squishing sounds as she fucked it up and down his cock.
"Ohhhhh, Johnny!" she cried. "Fuck me, Johnny! Ooooo, fuck mother! Hold my ass . . . hold my ass tight! Oh, your cock is so hard in mother's cunt!"
Johnny grasped her bouncing ass, digging his fingers into the satiny flesh, making her cry out with ecstasy. Her ass pounded frantically, her cunt sliding in a slippery heat up and down his hard prick. She rammed her tongue deep into his mouth, sucking his piss-wet lips.
Drawing her feet along his thighs, she used them for leverage to ram her cunt up and down his cock as fast and as hard as she could. She felt the tip of his finger against her asshole.
"Finger my asshole, Johnny! Fingerfuck mother in the hot asshole . . . while my cunt fucks your big cock!"
Johnny rammed his finger up his mother's ass.
"Fuck me, Mom!"
"I am!"
"Fuck me with your hot cunt!"
"Fuck me up the tight asshole!"
Fucking frantically, Shelly licked his face, licking away her piss, her ass never slowing. She rammed up and down hard, smacking her cunt against the base of his cock, one of her hands flying behind her to grip his full, hot balls, squeezing and pulling them.
"I'm going to come!" she screamed. "Ram your finger up my fucking asshole! Shove it deep, as deep as you can! Ohhhhhhhh, my cunt ... my pussy ... my twat!"
With a shriek, she plunged hard onto his cock, her cunt grinding frantically. Her cunt convulsed, the contractions intense. She wailed, her neck tight, head lifted high, grinding in a frenzy.
"Mom!"
His cock gushed, sending scalding spurts of creamy juice along the velvety flesh of her fiery, contracting cunt.
With Johnny's finger buried very deep into her asshole, Shelly was almost out of her mind with rapture. The orgasm was the strongest yet, so powerful that she felt her bones would snap. Her son came so hard inside her cunt that she was sure she could taste it in her mouth.
With a long sigh, she slumped on top of her son, every muscle of her lovely body turning to liquid. She moaned as he pulled his finger out of her asshole, feeling the pulsations of her cunt gently push out his softening cock.
After a time, she rolled off him, spread out lewdly, her eyes sparkling, her face looking radiant.
"I think I found out something about myself that I didn't know," she gasped.
"What, Mom?"
"I think I could be very wanton, Johnny," she said. "I think I could become so wanton, I'd do anything . . . wicked, nasty, anything."
"Really?" he asked, showing excitement.
"Really."
"With who?"
"With you, you nut!" She giggled. "Only with you."
"That's a relief. For a minute I thought you were about to go after my coach."
"I don't want anyone but you, Johnny," she said with deep affection. "With you, we can enjoy ourselves, anyway we want."
"Like drink my piss, Mom?"
"Would you drink my piss from my cunt?"
"I'd drink anything that comes out of your cunt, Mom," he said, cupping her wet, hairy pussy.
"Then turn around and stick that sweet cock in my face, and let's both see if we can piss in each other's mouths now."
Quickly, Johnny straddled his mother's face, his cock dangling above her open mouth, his mouth closing about her cunt . . .