Many people feel an overwhelming attraction to other members of their own family. When suppressed, this attraction often leads to agonizing emotional troubles. When expressed, this stigma sometimes means feelings of guilt and shame that are almost impossible to overcome. Indeed, incest is a subject that has been shunned by society from the earliest memories of man.
Those of us who have these unfulfilled desires are often driven to torment over our needs. These desires have driven people even to the brink of insantiy-or worse.
A MOTHER'S AFFECTION is a story of a woman and her son who are forced by their desires to come to grips with turbulent emotions. What happens to them when they confront these emotions together reveals their ability to be honest with themselves and to be unafraid of their own inner feelings.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon watched her son, who was watching the woman next door. Timmy didn't know she was watching him; he was much too absorbed in what he was seeing. He stood at his window, looking into the back yard, where the woman lay out on a huge towel, her bikini so skimpy that it hardly concealed anything.
The woman was quite attractive, Sharon had to admit. She knew Timmy liked looking at the woman, knew it excited him, especially when she untied her halter, and he could catch a glimpse of her tits. She had tried to see if her son had a hard-on those times he looked, but then he would know she was watching him.
She enjoyed the fact that her son was so interested, not especially in the woman next door, but in a female body.
Sharon had a high, very intense sexual drive. She loved sex almost more than anything else. She loved to come, and came easily. She could produce an orgasm simply by rubbing her thighs together, and on a few occasions, came just using fantasy, not touching herself at all.
After her short marriage, which broke apart within three years, she had begun sleeping with her son, and still did. He was getting much too old to sleep with her, but she had become used to him next to her body in bed, and she would feel lonely if she made him use another room. Lately, after discovering his interest in the woman next door, Sharon had begun fantasizing about her son, doing wonderful, delicious things with him, but only in her mind. As much as she loved getting fucked, she could never bring herself to let her son know of her desire. Still, there was no reason she could not provide him-and herself-with some excitement.
That night, after he was in bed, turned toward the wall, she pulled on her short, clinging gown, and instead of turning the light off before leaving the bathroom, she left it on, and walked to the bed. When Timmy felt her sitting on the bed, he turned.
"You forgot the light," he said, then his eyes widened.
Sharon sat facing him, her gown transparent, her tits revealed beneath the cobwebby material, her light brown nipples pushing out with hardness.
"Now, that's strange," Sharon said, a pretend frown on her pretty face. "I've never done that before."
She stood, and knowing her young son was watching, walked slowly to the bathroom. Timmy stared at his mother's silky thighs, the exposure of her ass-cheeks where the bikini panties of her gown had pulled into the split. She paused a long moment before turning the light off, then moved back to the bed, climbing in and pulling the sheet to her neck, lying on her back.
She was tingling, excited by what she had shown her son. She listened to his heavy breathing, knowing he was still seeing her at the bathroom door. She wondered if his cock was hard, and had to restrain herself from trying to find out.
After what seemed hours, she felt a cautious hand on her thigh. Sharon almost stopped breathing, but caught herself in time, forcing herself to breathe calmly, as if she were sound asleep. She felt her son's palm slide along her thigh, slowly and carefully. Not once did she consider stopping him. His hand moved higher, and she felt his fingers tracing the edge of her tiny panties. Her legs were together, and she almost gasped aloud when his hand moved over the mound of her cunt. With an effort, she could control the shaking of her body, but there was no way she could control the sudden wet heat between her thighs, nor the quick, bulging pulsation of her clit. She felt her son's finger find the slit of her cunt, and move it up and down, only her thin panties separating his finger from her pussy.
A sudden burst of pleasure flooded her, and she could not prevent the quick, short jerk of her hips, nor the moan that came from her throat. Timmy quickly pulled his hand away from her, and she heard him trying to control his breathing.
Still pretending sleep, Sharon shifted her position, still on her back, only this time she widened her legs, one knee bent outward, and using the concealment of her movement, she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, leaving her cunt available if her son tried to feel her up again.
Soon, she felt his hand sneaking softly and carefully up her bent knee, along the inside of her thigh. She heard him gasp when his fingers touched the soft hair of her cunt. Fighting to breathe normally, Sharon struggled to hold her hips still when her son began to feel her cunt. First he cupped it softly in his palm, then used his fingers to trace the puffy lips, run through the soft hairs. When he began to explore the slit of her cunt, her wetness became more pronounced. She heard his breathing coming in hot panting sounds now, and he very carefully worked one of his fingers into her cunt. She swallowed a low moan of pleasure as his finger penetrated her. Then he was touching his mother's clit and moving a finger in and out of her cunt.
Before she could stop it, a grunt came from her, and Timmy yanked his hand away, quickly moving to the far side of the bed. Sharon moaned as an orgasm rumbled through her pussy.
It was a long time before she could sleep.
Very early, she woke up, feeling her son pressing against her as he slept. His cock was very hard, crushed against her hip. Trembling with excitement, she slipped her hand down, scooting her hip away, and closed her fingers around her son's cock, already pushed from the fly of his shorts. The heat of his prick blistered her palm, and she gently squeezed it. Timmy was sleeping very soundly, and she turned her face toward him, watching him sleep as her fingers began to carefully pump on his cock. But holding his cock in her hand wasn't enough for Sharon.
Making sure not to wake him, she sat up, removing the sheets from his body, and staring down at his jutting cock. His white jockeys made him appear to be very desirable, especially with his cock pushed from the fly. The head was smooth and round, the shaft long and not very thick. The size of his cock surprised her; she had not thought it would be this size at all.
She gazed at it for a while, then carefully closed her fist around it and slowly pumped, watching the head slide from her fingers. She made a soft hissing sound as his piss-hole opened and closed under her fist, slippery juices dripping out of it. She ran her thumb over his piss-hole, then brought it to her mouth, licking her thumb. Again she took hold of his cock, sliding her fist to the base, leaving the swollen head exposed. Bending down, she pressed her lips to her son's cock, kissing it. Parting her lips slightly, she probed his oozing piss-hole with the tip of her tongue, her cunt churning with hot waves of wetness.
Unable to stop herself now, Sharon closed her lips around the smooth head of her son's cock, sucking it gently as her tongue moved about his dripping piss-hole. She pushed her other hand between her legs, rubbing at her cunt through her panties as she very carefully mouthed Timmy's cock. She felt him stir, and paused until he was still again. Then she began to suck up and down, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. She struggled to keep from sucking him rapidly, wanting to devour his cock, take it into her throat.
She felt his cock pulsing between her lips, a signal she knew very well.
Timmy would come if she kept sucking like this.
Sharon kept sucking.
The low moan coming from her son was the next sign, just before he exploded into her mouth. His body trembled, and he moaned, gushing hotly into her mouth. Sharon held her mouth still, her lips wrapped just behind the head of his cock, tasting his creamy come juice spurt across her tongue and into her throat. At the instant he spewed into her mouth, her cunt contracted with orgasm, a very strong orgasm, causing her ass to bunch, her pussy to spasm with wonderful sensations. She held his cock in her mouth, wondering how her son could sleep through that discharge, but he wasn't moving.
Lifting her face, she glanced up. Timmy's eyes were closed, and he looked to be sound asleep. In a way she was glad he was asleep, but in another she had wanted him to know what she had done for him.
She lay beside her son, and listened to his breathing, knowing he was most definitely asleep now. The taste of him lingered in her mouth, and Sharon felt good about herself. Knowing she would not go back to sleep, she slipped from the bed and entered the bathroom, closing the door so the light would not wake her son. She filled the tub, and sprinkled in her favorite scented oils, then lay in the water, feeling very good.
In a robe, she made coffee, and sipped it in the kitchen as she waited for Timmy to wake up so she could use the bedroom to dress. Her mind went over the night again and again. It was strange that her son had showed this interest in her, that he had felt her up, made her come, and then she had sucked his cock off. Strange because she never heard of anyone sleeping through an orgasm, yet her son seemed to have done just that.
Then it dawned on her.
Timmy had not been sleeping. Maybe at first, but not when he was about to come. He knew she had sucked his cock off. He may not know she had been awake when he felt her up, but he knew she had put her mouth on his cock, and taken his jism into her mouth.
Then why didn't he let her know he was awake? she wondered.
Was he ashamed, feeling guilty?
Timmy came into the room, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Sharon noticed he had not put his robe on, the first time he had not done so. He was still in his jockeys, but his cock was stuffed inside them. He sat down at the table across from her, head propped in his hand, looking as if he were not quite awake. He lifted his eyes, and they stared at each other for a long minute, not a word passing between them. Usually, Timmy was chattering away in the morning, telling her of his plans for the day, but not this morning.
"I've got to dress," Sharon said finally, getting to her feet, forgetting she had not belted her robe. Her body was briefly exposed to her son before she pulled it closed. "I'll fix your breakfast after I'm dressed, honey."
As she dressed, Sharon sensed a change between her son and herself. And not just because of last night and early this morning. Timmy had looked at her as he had the woman next door, with open hunger in his eyes.
He wanted her, he wants to fuck me, his mother, she thought as she stepped into a pair of flimsy bikini panties. The idea of her son fucking her, pushing his hard, hot cock into her cunt, sent a pulsing tremor through her. Pulling a light-weight sweater over her head, she wondered what her son's cock would feel like, pumping into her pussy, thrusting, plunging wildly, deeply. It was only another cock, like all cocks, she tried to tell herself. But it was Timmy's cock, her son's cock, and that made it a very special cock.
Stepping into a white, pleated skirt, zipping it in the back, she brushed her dark brown hair, applied a faint lipstick, and pushed her feet into sandals.
Sharon was slim, of average height, with a mouth-watering body, high, firm tits, small waist, and an ass that produced many hard-ons. She felt herself fortunate to have such a beautiful body to go with her erotic desires.
Returning to the kitchen, she found her son making a mess as he tried to make french toast. He had flour on his chest, and his hands were sticky from the eggs. She had to laugh at the way he looked.
"Hey, silly. That's my job. You go get dressed and I'll take care of this." She slapped his ass playfully, and he turned to grin sheepishly.
"I was trying to help, Mom," he said.
"And look at the mess, too," she answered, wrinkling her nose. "I can do without this kind of help."
When his breakfast was ready, he was still in the bathroom, and she went to call him. She didn't hear the shower running, but as she pushed at the door and it swung open, the steam hit her. But Timmy was finished with the shower, his hair still damp. He was sitting on the toilet, scooted forward, his cock jutting up in hardness, his hardness, his fist moving up and down. When his mother entered, he jerked his hand away and tried to cover his cock, but it was too hard to push down.
Sharon gazed at him, then stepped into the bathroom, the steam making her white skirt cling to her thighs.
"Oh, baby!" she moaned.
Timmy looked at her, trembling, his cock jerking with hardness. Sharon leaned down, closing her fist around his cock, squeezing it.
"God, it's so hard, Timmy!" she gasped, and began to stroke her son's cock, her fist sliding easily. "So hard and hot, baby!"
Timmy moaned and shook, his eyes watching his mother's fist slide on his cock, his balls tight. He moved his ass, pushing up as her fist came down, and Sharon sucked in her breath with a soft hissing sound, her eyes moist and half-glazed with desire.
Pumping her son's cock in her right hand, she slipped her left to his full, young balls, cupping them. Massaging his balls, rolling them in her palm and fingers, she began to make soft whimpering sounds, her cunt quivering as it seeped juice into the crotch of her skimpy panties.
"Does this feel good, honey?" she whispered in a husky voice. "Does it feel better when mother does it for you?"
"Oh, yes, Mom!" Timmy gasped, humping his ass up and down, his fingers clutching the toilet seat at his hips. "Ahhh, that's good! Squeeze it hard, Mom! Squeeze it real hard and jerk faster!"
For a moment Sharon did as he asked, her fist pounding up and down swiftly, making little slapping noises at the base, her left hand gently fondling his hot balls.
"It's so hard!" she hissed again. "Oh, Timmy, it's beautiful!"
"Oooooh, Mom, Mom!"
Sharon trembled, her legs wobbly as she leaned over him. Suddenly, she pulled her hands away.
"Don't stop now, Mom!" Timmy protested.
"Wait!" she gasped, jerking her white skirt above her hips, and straddling his lap. "Oh, God, Timmy! I can't help it! I need it!"
She jerked the crotch of her panties to one side with such force that a tearing sound told her she had ripped them. Before her son had a chance to see her cunt, she lowered herself, the fingers of one hand at the base of his cock, the other fingers spreading her cunt open.
Sharon cried out as the head of her son's cock penetrated her cunt, and with a lunge, she stabbed herself onto it. Her head lifted, eyes half closed, wanton ecstasy sparking from them. She sobbed with the hard filling of her cunt, and rocked her ass back and forth, sliding her distended clit against his cock. Timmy groaned, his eyes rolling in his head, his cock feeling the wet heat of his mother's cunt scalding it. He gripped the toilet seat, heels hard on the floor, his back on the water tank, and pushed upward, trying to shove his cock deeper into the juicy tightness of his mother's cunt.
Sharon, squatting on his lap, her thighs spread over his, her white skirt concealing her cunt, gripped her son's shoulders, and with squeals of rapture, began to bounce up and down, her cunt sliding to the head of her son's cock, then down to the base. She was so sensitive that she was sure she could feel each groove and ridge of his hard cock against the satiny, fiery walls of her pussy.
Her ass twisted sideways as she bounced, screwing around and around, rotating her ass swiftly, then slowly, then swiftly again. The wet sounds of her cunt gripping his cock were as loud as their breathing, "Ohhhh ... ahhh, Timmy!" she moaned.
"Ahhhhhh, Mom!"
Shaking her ass in a frenzy, she made tight, circular grinding motions on his cock, feeling the hard pulsations throb against her cunt and clit. Although her mind was spinning with ecstasy, she sensed her son didn't know what to do, how to respond. He sat on the toilet stiffly, still gripping the toilet seat. She pulled his right hand off the toilet, sliding it along her creamy thigh until his fingers touched the edge of her panties, then pulled his other hand up and curled his fingers around her tit through the sweater.
"Hold me!" she sobbed, plunging her cunt up and down his cock. "Hold mother! Hold my body ... my hips ... my tit! Squeeze my leg, baby! Squeeze mother's leg and tit! Squeeze them hard!"
Timmy, his balls on fire, his cock being pulled by the smooth lips of his mother's cunt, squeezed her, making her moan in pleasure and pain. Her ass moved faster, grinding up and down. She was gripping his shoulders again, her eyes closed now, her face flushed with unbearable ecstasy. Her cunt was twitching and tightening on her son's cock, her clit aching with hardness as it burned along the rigid prick. Her tits seemed swollen more than ever, her nipples tingling as if they were going to burst. She squealed hotly when her son squeezed her tit, his other fingers digging into her thigh. Her stomach began to quiver, the muscles tightening. Her mouth opened, her pink tongue swiping from corner to corner.
"Ohhhh, baby, I'm going to come! Oh, my God ... I'm going to come, Timmy!"
"Oh, Mom! Oh ... ohhhh!"
Sharon shrieked as her cunt seemed to become smaller, tighter around her son's cock. Timmy felt the fiery walls constrict his prick, gripping him as tight as her fist had. As her cunt started compressing in spasms around his cock, her orgasm intense, she smashed her open mouth down onto his, her tongue plunging to the back of Timmy's throat. She strained on his cock, her cunt compressing tightly. Timmy, moaning around his mother's tongue, began to feverishly lick it, and as his cock gushed, sending fiery spurts of come juice into her velvety cunt, they licked hungrily, feverishly, at each other's mouths and tongues. The pulsations of her son's cock as he came created a rippling series of orgasms in her pussy, each one increasing in strength until Sharon was almost out of her mind with overwhelming sensations.
As the tremors faded, she slumped against him, her legs loose now. She felt her son's cock soften inside her pussy, and the smooth lips gently massaged it, an action that until now she had been unaware of. Timmy, not knowing what he should do at this particular moment, placed his hands on his mother's back, and slowly caressed her. He didn't realize he was doing the right thing, the gesture that told Sharon it was all right, that he was not going to be ashamed.
As her strength returned, she pushed off his chest, still sitting on his lap with his cock barely inside her cunt. She looked into his face, while he gazed back at her.
Then she grinned.
Timmy grinned back.
"You weren't asleep at all this morning, were you?" she asked.
"No more than you were last night, Mom," he said.
"That woman..." she started to say, meaning the one next door that had held his attention in her bikini.
But Timmy stopped her. "You're prettier than her, Mom. When I looked at her, I was thinking it was you."
"Liar," she laughed.
"No, really, Mom," he insisted, and his expression told her it was so.
His hand was still curled about her tit, and he started to move it, but she placed her hand over his, holding his palm tightly against her tit.
"Mom," Timmy said shyly, "I've touched you before ... when you were asleep."
"Really? And I didn't wake up?"
"I guess not."
"How often have you felt me up when I was sleeping?"
"Only twice," he confessed. "I couldn't help it, Mom."
She cupped his cheeks, pressing her moist lips against his in a gentle kiss this time. When she lifted, her eyes glowed, and she was smiling.
"Next time you want to feel me up, do me a favor, honey? Wake me the fuck up!"
Timmy laughed as she slipped off him, adjusting her panties over her cunt, giving him a brief glimpse of her pussy hair.
"Now I have to make breakfast all over again," she giggled girlishly. "But it was worth it."
In the kitchen, she prepared a fresh breakfast as her son went to the bedroom to dress, feeling his come juice seep slowly along her inner thighs.
Sharon hummed an old rock tune, very happy.
CHAPTER TWO
Timmy stayed in the kitchen as she cleaned up the dishes, watching her, fascinated by the movement of his mother's ass underneath the white skirt. Sharon, knowing he was watching her, bunched her ass-cheeks for his pleasure, and when she leaned over to fill the dishwasher, the back of her skirt lifted, showing her slender thighs halfway up to her ass. Still leaning over, she turned and looked at him, and gave a suggestive waggle of her ass.
"Like it?" she asked, one eye winking lewdly.
Timmy grinned widely, nodding his head.
Feeling very wanton, Sharon moved her hands over her ass, still leaning over the open dishwasher. She watched her son's eyes glow as she caressed her hands down the back of her skirt, then her bare thighs. She rotated her ass as if swaying to some silent, erotic music. Sliding her hands under her skirt up on her thighs, teasing her son, Sharon knew there would be no stopping now.
As her hands moved up the backs of her thighs, she straightened up, her skirt lifted as she cupped the cheeks of her pantied ass. Jutting her ass back, she began rotating her hips in a slow circle, the cheeks almost visible inside the gauzy panties. She squeezed her ass as she gyrated, turned just enough to watch her son's delighted expression.
"You're as good as the girls on MTV, Mom," he panted as he watched her.
"Thank you," she said, making her ass circle swiftly as she slowly turned to face her son, her hands moving over her hips, keeping her skirt high.
Timmy's eyes burned as he saw the shadow of his mother's cunt hair through the flimsy panties, a slight tear near the crotch. Sharon, still swinging her hips, ran the edges of her fingers along her cunt, between her thighs, then upward to make a frame for her pussy, now pumping her hips back and forth, leaving no doubt in her son's mind that it was fucking motions.
"Does this give you a hard-on, Timmy?" she moaned.
Timmy's body trembled, and he stood up, letting his mother see the way his cock bulged inside his jeans. It was angled upward, outlined. Sharon's eyes shone as she stared at it, her tongue moving over her lips. She stopped twirling her ass, letting her skirt fall.
"Timmy, are you ready again?" she whispered, her voice throaty.
He nodded, and she took his hand.
Standing in front of him, she drew her son's hand between her legs, under her skirt. Curling his palm around her cunt, holding it there with her hand pressing it, she rubbed at his throbbing hard-on through his pants, and pushed her lips onto his, her tongue probing his mouth.
Timmy was not as shy as he had been in the bathroom. Feeling his mother's hot cunt in his palm, he shoved his other hand under her sweater, finding her naked tits as his tongue slithered into her mouth. Sharon mewled as she sucked on her son's tongue, grinding her ass when he rubbed at her cunt, squeezing her tit, her nipple boring into his palm.
Panting hotly, she pulled her mouth off his. "Timmy ... oh, baby, you feel so good, so hard!"
"You're wet, Mom," he moaned softly.
"You make me wet, baby," she gasped as he pressed her cunt. "You and your hard cock makes me wet!"
Timmy trembled in excitement to hear his mother use words he had only heard boys use. Until now, he didn't know girls used such words, too.
"Can I say that, Mom?"
"Say what?"
"What you said."
At first she didn't know what he was talking about, then she giggled.
"Of course you can, Timmy," she replied. "You can say anything to me, now."
Her finger worked at his fly, opening his pants, sliding inside to pull his cock out.
"Ahhhh, you have a wonderful cock, Timmy! I love to feel your cock!" She pumped his prick, then said: "Here, stick your hand inside mother's panties!" She pulled the elastic at the waist away from her body. "Stick your hand inside mother's panties and feel my cunt!"
Timmy ran his hand eagerly into her panties, his fingers brushing through the softest hair he had ever touched, then he was cupping her wet cunt again, feeling it without hesitation, rubbing and fingering the fiery, wet slit. Sharon whimpered and constricted her fingers tightly around his prick.
"Want to fuck me again?" Sharon purred huskily. "Want to fuck mother in the cunt again, baby?"
"Oh, yes, Mom!"
"Put your finger in there, feel it, honey," she mewled. "Feel how hot and wet you make mother's cunt! Play with my pussy, Timmy! Oh, yes, feel mother's hot cunt!"
Timmy thrust his finger upward, and Sharon's eyes rolled as he slipped it in and out of her. Her legs trembled, becoming shaky.
She felt her clitoris tingle, and she gasped. "Oh, you're making me come again, Timmy!"
Her cunt gripped her son's finger in a waving motion, the spasms squeezing his finger. Timmy was fascinated by the silky feel of his mother's cunt, by the way it gripped and relaxed, only to grab at him again. The orgasm was not strong, but good, as all her orgasms were.
"Oooooh, nice!" she panted. "I love it when I come! I could come all the time."
"Do all girls come so fast, Mom."
"I don't know," she said. "I do, and that's all I care about." She pulled his cock.
Timmy started to finger-fuck her again, stretching her panties with his hand. Sharon squealed, spreading her thighs, bending her knees, clinging to his prick with one hand, his shoulder with the other, her face flushed with joy.
"Don't make me come again this way!"
"You're gonna let me fu ... fu..." Timmy stammered, not used to saying such words in her presence.
"Fuck me again?" she supplied, giggling.
"Yeah, Mom. Are you gonna let me fuck you again?"
"Timmy, you're going to fuck mother again ... and again ... and again! You're going to fuck me so much! Every time you get a hard-on, you're going to fuck me!"
She grabbed his hand, pulling him from the kitchen. His hand came out of her panties, and his cock swayed in hardness as she led him to the living room. Near the couch, she lifted her skirt, and peeled her panties off. She held her skirt around her small waist, showing her hairy cunt to her son's burning eyes. She used her fingers to part the swollen, hair-lined lips, exposing the pink wetness of her pussy and clit to him. Her clit was knotted, vibrating deliriously.
She turned, holding her skirt high, and bunched her ass as she had in the kitchen, making the slow rotation of her hips, her hands caressing the rounded tightness of her creamy ass-cheeks.
"Fuck me this way," she moaned, leaning over the arm of the couch, her stomach resting there, her head and shoulders lowered to the cushions, her feet on the floor, naked ass jutting up, eager for her son's cock. "Fuck mother in the cunt this way! I love to take a hard cock from behind!"
Timmy started forward.
"Take your jeans down," she moaned. "I want to feel your skin next to my skin."
Feverishly, staring at his mother's naked ass, thinking it was the most wonderful sight in the world, he pushed his jeans down to his ankles. He could see the glistening slit of her cunt, the soft hair around it, and the inviting split of her ass, although he could not quite see her ass-hole.
Sharon spread her feet on the floor, pushing her hands past her hips and using her fingers to peel her cunt open for her son. The lewdness of her position made her shiver with pleasure. Exposing herself to her son in this wanton manner excited her almost as much as the anticipation of getting his cock into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Mom, that's nice!" Timmy moaned.
"Do you like it?" she panted, spreading her cunt wider. "Do you like looking at mother this way? Do you like seeing your mother's ass, naked, sticking up for you?"
"Ohhhh, yes, Mom!"
"Do you like to see mother's wet cunt so hot for your cock?"
"Ahhhh, Mom, yes!"
"Does it make your young cock hard, your sweet balls hot?"
"Ooooh, Mom! I gotta fuck it! I gotta fuck your cunt!"
"Fuck it, baby! Fuck mother's cunt! Ram your cock up mother's wet pussy and fuck it! Fuck it, baby! Fuck mother's cunt-now!"
Timmy jumped to his mother's ass, and in a quick lunge, drove his cock deep into her cunt, making her cry out with rapture. She pulled her hands away, stretching her arms above her head, clutching at the cushions of the couch. Timmy thrust swiftly, frantically, smacking against his mother's satiny ass, making the flesh ripple in motion. The stabbing of his cock made her tits rub through her sweater on the couch, and she extended her toes, lifting her ass as high as she could. The friction of her son's cock made her tingle with fiery ecstasy, made her gasp and moan with sensations of stretching, deep penetrations.
"Hold my ass, baby!" she panted. "Hold onto my ass, and fuck me as hard as you can! Ooooh, yes, I love it hard and deep, Timmy! God, what a cock you have! It stretches mother's cunt, fills it up! Fuck it, baby! Ohhh, yes, fuck my hot pussy! Mother's cunt is hungry for your cock!"
Timmy, lunging his cock back and forth, watched the soft, hairy lips of her pussy clinging to the shaft, leaving slippery wetness on it. He could now look down and see the crinkling of her ass-hole, staring in fascination as it puckered with each thrust of his cock in her cunt. He gripped his mother's twisting hips, digging into her flesh with his fingers.
"Is it good, Timmy?"
"It's great, Mom!"
"Can you feel my cunt sucking your cock."
"Oooooh, yes!"
"Watch me shake my ass for you, darling!" she sobbed, and gyrated her ass while he plunged back and forth.
She tried to spread her legs wider, but when she did her ass lowered, and she wanted, needed, to keep it high in the air for him. The higher she held it, the deeper he seemed to go.
"Faster!" she begged.
Timmy was pounding furiously into her cunt.
"Fuck it! I'm gonna come, baby! Ooooh, make me come! Make mother's cunt come and come and come and ... ahhhh, there!"
Again he felt the compressions of his mother's cunt around his cock, felt the rippling strokes of her inner tissues on his prick, the squeezing tightness that seemed to grip harder than his fist ever had. Sharon was screaming and crying as her body shook with ecstasy, her orgasm bursting throughout her body, from her toes to her head.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes! My cunt ... my cunt is on fire! I'm coming, Timmy! Mother's cunt is eating your hard cock up!"
"I feel it, Mom!" he groaned, his balls tight at the base of his prick. "I can feel your cunt squeeze my cock!"
"Shoot it to me, Timmy! Oh, God, baby, come! I want to feel your hot come juice spurt into my pussy! Fill mother's cunt up with your sweet, hot juice!"
Timmy rammed hard, his body stiffening as the urge to push came over him. His cock shoved as far as possible into his mother's grasping cunt. He groaned loudly.
"Give it to me!" Sharon sobbed. "Squirt it up mother's cunt while I'm still coming!"
Timmy's balls writhed and the thick juice boiled out of his cock, spewing rapidly, splashing to the depths of her cunt. Sharon's naked ass twitched feverishly as her orgasm increased while her son flooded her pussy. For a long time they strained together, Timmy pushing inward, his mother pushing backward. Timmy groaned and his mother sobbed, low whimpering sounds.
"Oh, my God, that was fantastic!" she moaned as the heat cooled inside her. "That was a fantastic fuck, darling!"
Timmy's cock was limp and he felt his mother's cunt pushing it outward. He watched as it came free, drooping down. He was fascinated to see the lips of her cunt close, returning to a slit instead of a roundness.
He bent to pull his jeans up, but Sharon slipped from the arm of the couch and sat on the floor in front of him, stopping him from pulling his pants up.
"I want to taste it," she moaned hotly. "I love to taste a cock after it's fucked me. And, Timmy, you gave mother a wonderful fuck, and your cock deserves a kiss."
She placed her hands on his hips and pushed her tongue outward, running it over his wet cock, licking their juices from it. She purred in pleasure as her tongue swirled around and around his cock, then lapped at his wet balls. She looked up at his face, watching his reaction to her wantonness. She saw what she had hoped forfull acceptance of her hungers.
"Mmmmm, you taste so good!" she murmured, and buried her face against his cock and balls, smearing them with wet kisses.
She opened her mouth, and with a flick of her tongue, pulled his cock between her lips. Gazing up into her son's face, she sucked his cock, her tongue twisting and twirling on it. Then, still looking up, still searching his face for displeasure or even shame, or maybe disgust of her wanton desire, she lowered her mouth and sucked his balls, her tongue moving as she moaned deep in her throat.
As she sucked his balls, his cock began to swell.
"Oh, my," Sharon purred, drawing back and gazing at his cock. "You're going to get hard again, Timmy. Oh, baby, that's wonderful!"
Timmy was grinning proudly as he watched her lick along the shaft of his cock, rubbing her wet lips from the base to the head. "Are you gonna take it in your mouth again, Mom?"
"Do you like that, Timmy?"
"Yeah!"
"You guys are all alike. You all love a good blow job!" She laughed. "Well, baby, you're in luck. You've got a mother that loves giving blow jobs as much as taking it in her cunt! You bet I'll suck this cock off! I hope you have a real hot load for me. I love a hot load in my mouth. Here," she said, bringing his hands to her face, "hold my cheeks, and watch mother swallow your hot cock!"
Timmy held her cheeks, and with her eyes burning up at him, half slitted with renewed passion, Sharon began sucking, gliding her hot lips back and forth on her son's cock, her tongue twirling eagerly. She moved her hands around to his ass, cupping the firm ass-cheeks, her fmgers pressing into the crack to squeeze his ass. The taste of her cunt was still on his cock, and that enhanced her pleasure. She had always wanted to lick a cock after it had just fucked her, finding the taste of herself on it, with the juice of hot balls, exciting. She never questioned herself why she liked this, and other things. She simply accepted her hungers, her intense sexual needs, and took pleasure in them, giving as much as she got.
Timmy stared down at his mother, watching her lips slide to the base of his cock, pull along it to the head. He moaned softly when she closed her lips tightly around his piss-hole and sucked very hard, her tongue flapping up and down the small opening. His mother was squeezing his ass with her fingers, and he moved one hand to the back of her head.
When her son began pulling her face onto his cock, her eyes flashed her pleasure at him, and when he began to fuck her mouth, in and out, her eyes rolled in dreamy ecstasy. The way her son's cock moved between her lips made them tingle so good, and her mouth was watering with anticipation of his hot, heavy squirts. She kneaded his ass-cheeks as he fucked her mouth, and her finger slipped against his ass-hole. When her son didn't protest, she began to rub at the tight crinkle, feeling his cock jerk in her mouth by this touch. His young, hot balls bounced off her chin as his thrusts speeded up, and she knew he was getting ready to come.
"Mom! Ohhhh, Mom! Suck me, Mom! Your mouth is so hot on my cock! Suck my cock, Mom! I wanna come off in your mouth the way I did in bed this morning! I wanna come in your mouth, Mom!"
Sharon moaned softly, working the tip of her finger past the ring of his ass-hole.
Timmy grunted.
His cock spurted, spraying the back of his mother's throat rapidly.
Sharon made wet sounds, gulping her son's come juice down as fast as it came out of his tight balls. She fingered his ass-hole, knowing it was exciting her son now. Her cunt bubbled, the hairy lips twitching, her clit bulging.
As the thick, creamy juice ran down her throat, she moaned in ecstasy as her cunt convulsed with orgasm. She did not always come when she sucked a cock off, but with her son coming hard into her mouth, she thought her cunt was going to melt from her body. The spasms were so intense that it was almost frightening to her.
She clung to his cock after it softened, lovingly licking it, making sure she had all his juice before releasing it.
"Do I suck cock good, Timmy?" she asked.
"How would I know, Mom?" He laughed. "You're the only one that ever sucked my cock."
"That's right," she giggled. "I'm your first fuck, aren't I?" He nodded, grinning.
"You may not be my first fuck, honey," she said, "but you sure are one of the best, and your cock gets hard fast, and you seem to have hot balls all the time. I think we're going to have fun, don't you?"
"Yeah," he agreed, and rubbed his cock in her face, making her laugh in pleasure.
CHAPTER THREE
Sharon spent all day with her son, letting him explore and learn about her body, showing him anything he wanted to see. He played with her tits, his fascination obvious when they turned hard under his manipulating fingers, telling her they were like his cock, becoming hard when played with. She spread her legs wide for her son, at first with her panties on, so he could look to his content at the tight crotch, the soft hair swirling along the edges. She pulled her panties aside, and let him touch and feel her cunt, become familiar with it, examine the soft, moist folds and her sensitive clit.
It was no surprise to her when she came under her son's hot, staring eyes, without being touched. Timmy had found excitement in seeing his mother come, her cunt quivering, the lips puckering, her clit vibrating. After her orgasm, Timmy had pushed his fingers up his mother's pussy, feeling the supple flesh deep inside it. He was delighted when she made her cunt grasp his finger, squeeze it. She had turned onto her stomach, and cooed in pleasure while his young hands fondled the round, firm cheeks of her ass, the backs of her slender thighs. When she felt him part the cheeks of her ass, she jutted it upward in wanton eagerness. He stroked the between the split of her ass, watching the rippling pucker of her tight ass-hole.
Timmy had spent hours gazing at and feeling his mother's beautiful, smooth body. His cock had been hard all the time, but the edge of his youthful passion had been worn off, and he could look and touch and fondle without being so anxious to explode inside her.
But Sharon was acutely aware of his hard-on. She had trouble keeping her hands off it, not that she had to. She knew her son was enjoying his prolonged visual pleasure. She was the first naked woman he had ever seen, and she was eager to let him see it all. Then it was her turn.
She found his young body more exciting than she had expected. Young boys had never really appealed to her, but her son was something else. She lay between his thighs, spreading his legs around her shoulders, and peered at his crotch as if seeing it for the first time. His cock stood up, very firm, the head smooth and swollen. She watched the shaft pulsate as her hands caressed his thighs and hips. She saw the scanty hair at the base of his cock, stared in hunger at his smooth, hairless balls. Her fingers touched and probed, cupped and squeezed. Then she turned him over and played with the tightness of his young ass. Timmy gasped and writhed, his cock pressing into the mattress. Sharon pressed her hot, moist lips to his ass, kissing the cheeks. Then she dragged her tongue along the crack, making her son moan. Using her fingers, she parted his ass-cheeks and made her son pant with pleasure. She kissed his ass-hole, and Timmy lifted his ass to his mother's face. Sharon probed the hot pucker with her tongue, manipulating his balls as she licked into his tight ass-hole. Closing her parted lips around the ring, Sharon sucked.
"Ohhh, Mom!" Timmy groaned.
"Mnnnn, hot little ass-hole, baby," she mewled with her face buried between the cheeks of his ass. "Hot, tight little ass-hole!"
Her wet tongue swished up and down, from his balls, across the puckering heat, to the base of his spine, then down to his ass-hole once again. This time as her lips sucked his ass-hole, her tongue pushed inward, and Timmy yelped, his ass lifting to her face. Sharon whimpered as her tongue moved in and out of her son's ass-hole, the hot grip of it exciting her.
"Ahhhh, Mom, you might make me come!"
Sharon moaned a muffled reply, thrusting her tongue as far up her son's ass-hole as she could, twisting and pulling on his hot, sweet balls. Timmy arched his ass, wiggling it into his mother's face, groaning with this new sensation. The crinkling of his ass-hole around her tongue told her Timmy would come if she kept it up. She plunged her tongue in and out, sucking at the ring with her lips, mewling softly, eager to please her son in anyway he wanted.
"I'm gonna come, Mom!" he gasped.
As fast as she could, Sharon yanked her tongue out of his ass-hole, and pushed him onto his back. But he was coming before she turned him, his creamy juice spurting with force from his cock. With a squeal, Sharon closed her lips over the head of her son's spewing prick, swallowing what was left. Then she licked his come juice off the sheets, something that made her son laugh with lewd delight. She knew licking his come juice off the sheets would serve to reinforce her comment to him about loving the hot juice from his balls.
Later, after dinner, they bathed together.
She then remembered she had the key to a friend's health spa. It was not far away, but closed at this time of evening. Telling her son it might be exciting to go there and fool around with the equipment, both of them naked, Timmy was eager. Sharon had watched many of the men and women work out at the spa, and thought of it as a place for them to expose their bodies in tight-fitting leotards and trunks, a place where those who enjoyed exhibition could posture in safety, be looked at and watch others.
Dressed in loose-legged shorts and T-shirt, with her son in jeans and a tank top, she drove them to the spa, letting them in through the rear door from the alley. Turning on the lights, they played with the equipment. Sharon made sure her son could see her cunt past the wide legs of her shorts, and she had removed her T-shirt so he could watch her tits move and sway. He had eagerly stripped at her request, so she could watch his cock and balls as he worked out. But the flashing of her bushy cunt gave him a hard-on, which was the idea in the first place.
Sharon finally removed her shorts, and lay back on the machine that opened and closed her legs by pressure. Timmy stood at her feet, watching her legs open and close, the supple ripping of her thigh muscles. Sharon's eyes smoldered as she parted and closed her legs, watching her son slowly stroke his cock. She wasn't afraid he would jack off, come on the floor. If he got that close, he would push it into her body, either her mouth or her cunt.
"Turns you on, huh, baby?" she said. "Watching me do this gives you a nice hard-on, huh?"
"Your cunt is wet, Mom," he said, nodding in reply to her questions.
"My cunt is always wet," she giggled, pushing her feet as far apart as she could, her muscles straining against the pressure. "Always wet and hot. Look all you want, Timmy. I like love it when you look between my legs, your eyes so hot, looking as if you could eat me up, eat my cunt up."
"I could," Timmy moaned.
Sharon turned the switch off that created the pressure on the machine, and pushed her legs wide.
"Do it," she moaned. "Eat mother's cunt." Timmy didn't "pause, but knelt between his mother's wide open legs, pushing his face into her steamy crotch. Sharon gasped as his lips sucked at the puffy slit of her pussy, then moaned as he parted her cunt with his fingers, his tongue lapping up and down, twisting into her pussy.
"Ohhhh, baby, that's good!"
Timmy shoved his hands under her writhing ass, cupping it and lifting her cunt to his mouth, making slurping sounds as he tasted a pussy for the first time. He licked and sucked eagerly, making his mother shake and jerk and whimper with lewd sounds. She grabbed the back of his head, straining her juicy pussy to his mouth, her other hand squeezing into the spongy tightness of her tit.
"Ahhhh, suck me, Timmy! Oooooh, baby, suck that hot cunt! Lick mother in the fucking pussy! Ohhhh, suck it, lick it!"
With the machine off, there was no pressure to hold her legs open, and she lifted her ass, grinding into his buried mouth, her eyes fiery as she looked down at his face, surrounded by her soft pussy hair. The breath snorting out of his nose seemed to sear her flesh under the thick curls of hair. His tongue darted far into her cunt, surprising her.
"Oh, my God! Fuck me with your tongue!" she panted. "Tonguefuck mother in the cunt with your tongue! Ooooh, baby, you suck cum so good!"
Churning her hips in all directions as Timmy's tongue and lips created a fiery tingling in her cunt, she sobbed softly, her eyes rolling, her tongue moving over her lips. She pulled at her tit, getting her nipple close to her mouth, and licked it with her tongue. Timmy, staring up her naked body, gurgled into her juicy cunt as he watched her licking her own nipple.
Sharon began to pant as his tongue penetrated rapidly into her pussy. She jerked her ass up and down, grinding. She felt his fingers in the crack of her ass, burning there.
"In my ass, too!" she moaned. "You can finger mother's ass-hole, too! I like being fingered in my ass-hole with a tongue up my cunt, Timmy!"
He pushed his finger up his mother's ass, making her cry out. Sharon arched her ass, taking her son's finger deep into the tight heat, and pumped her hips, fucking on his finger with her ass-hole, fucking into his sucking mouth with her cunt.
"Ohhhh, yes, Timmy!" she sobbed. "Ohhhh, baby, yes! Fuck my ass ... eat my cunt! Ahhhh, finger-fuck mother up the tight ass-hole and tongue-fuck my juicy cunt!"
Timmy stabbed his finger upward as her ass moved down, pulling it out as she slammed her cunt into his face. She was oozing sweet, hot juices copiously, smearing his face, drenching his tongue and mouth. He pulled the sweetness of her juice from her cunt into his mouth, swallowing it as hungrily as she had his come juice. The gripping tightness of her ass-hole on his finger sent wild pulsations to his young balls, making them start to ache with fullness, his cock jerking and dripping between his knees.
"Ahhhh, you suck that cunt so good!" she gasped. "You can suck mother's cunt anytime, anyplace! Ohhh, ram your finger fast up my ass-hole! Oh God, Timmy! I'm going to come! Ohhh, I'm going to come right against your cuntsucking mouth!"
With a spastic lurch of her hips, Sharon screamed, the sound echoing throughout the empty spa. Her convulsions were strong, rippling from her knees to her tits. As she came, she wrapped her hot thighs about her son's head, squeezing his face between them, her ass twisting as his finger kept up a relentless stabbing into her puckering ass-hole. She went through a series of orgasms, orgasms that were draining all her strength. But even when her legs went lax, falling open again, her son kept pushing his face into her cunt, lapping up and down the very sensitive slit of her cunt, but gently now, his finger still stuffed up her ass-hole, but now moving.
Slowly pulling his finger out of her ass-hole, Timmy sat back, his face glistening wetly, giving his mother a wide grin.
"Am I good, Mom?" he asked anxiously. "Can I suck your cunt the way you like it?"
Sharon, breathing deeply, her tits swelling out with each breath, sat up, her legs still wide open. She cupped his pussy-wet cheeks, and kissed his lips, tasting herself on them. She gave his lips a slow, lingering lick, then looked at him.
"Timmy, if there is such a thing as a natural cuntlicker, you're it. I've never been tongue-fucked so good in my life. You're better than good-you're fantastic! If I didn't know any better, I'd think you've been eating some little pussy at school."
Timmy laughed proudly. "I guess I'm like you, Mom. You love to suck on a cock and I love to lick a cunt."
"Look at how hard you are!" She giggled. "And I know just how to take care of it. Come into the next room with me."
Timmy followed his mother's swaying ass, enjoying this naked activity with her in the empty health club. His cock ached with hardness, and his balls throbbed in fullness.
This room had little equipment. On the walls were arm-stretching devices, and the floor was covered with mats. There were three ropes hanging from the ceiling, knotted about a foot apart for gripping. Sharon caught one, swinging her body around. "These ropes give me the idea, and I think you're going to enjoy it, Timmy. Here, you he down on your back below this rope."
Timmy did as she asked, his cock rigid, pointing upward.
Sharon spread her legs over him, and squatted, her knees spread wide to each side, her cunt fully exposed, the lips slightly parted. Timmy gazed at his mother's crotch, seeing her cunt and ass while she squatted over his cock. She clung to the knotted rope, and without using her hands, adjusted her cunt to meet the swollen head of his cock. She rubbed her pussy slit back and forth, the muscles of her spread-open thighs working. Those muscles and her hands holding the ropes were all that balanced her.
"Watch my cunt work on your cock," she moaned, twisting her ass like before, when he told her she was better than those dancing girls on MTV. Her ass rotated as she slowly eased her cunt over the head of his cock. "See, I can dance and fuck you at the same time."
"Wow, Mom, this is great!" he panted, watching her ass make screwing motions as her cunt moved down onto his cock.
Clinging to the rope, Sharon pulled her body up and down, her cunt sliding along his cock. She moved her knees outward until they were at right angles to her body, enabling her son to see every action, watch the tight heat of her cunt fuck up and down his cock. She smashed down, crushing her clit and hairy cunt against the base of his cock, feeling his balls on her ass. Then, using her arms to pull her body up, she held the head of his cock just inside her gripping cunt, and gyrated wickedly.
"Ohhhhh, I like fucking you this way!" she moaned. "Let's see how fast I can swing my ass."
With her arms straining to hold her body up, Sharon tossed her ass into a pelvis-thrusting, circular motion, riding up and down his cock. Timmy gasped and pounded his fist against the mat, his ass arching up. His mother's cunt was twisting his cock by her wild rotations, the satiny softness of it holding him tight, and there was a hot froth of pussy juice building up at the base of his cock, juicy evidence of her wanton hunger. Her firm tits swayed, her nipples straining stiffly upward, lifted by her raised arms holding the rope. Her face was flushed with lewd rapture as her eyes smoldered down at him. She stopped her circular motions, and began a pelvis thrust, a back-and-forth movement that worked his cock to and fro, still fucking him.
"Swing it, Mom!" Timmy urged in choking voice. "Swing your ass! Ahhh, roll your hot ass for me, Mom! Ooooh, fuck me!"
Sharon swung, twisting on her son's cock, her cunt rippling tightly around it. She rolled and twisted, humped and thrashed, her arm muscles straining, her thigh muscles rippling and stretching.
"I hope ... I hope I don't..." she panted, "I don't fall when I come! And I'm sure going to come!"
"Fuck faster, Mom!" he yelped. "Fuck me faster!"
"Ohhhh, my cunt is going to burn your hard cock up! Ahhhh, mother's cunt is going to blister your cock! I want you to squirt it in my cunt when I come, Timmy! I want you to give me your hot, sweet load of juice when my cunt explodes!"
In desperation, her pussy swelling toward orgasm, Sharon crammed her cunt onto her son's cock, pressing hard, jerking back and forth with hot cries of ecstasy. Her ass rubbed at his fiery balls, his cock buried deeply.
"Now!" she screamed. "Let's come now, Timmy!"
Her cunt sucked at his cock as she came, and
Timmy gushed rapidly into it.
Sharon cried loudly, her ass jerking on his cock, her arms weakening, her knees starting to close inward. Her tits strained, and her face twisted with sweet, agonizing rapture.
As the strong pulsations weakened, she slumped on top of her son, his cock softening inside her cunt. She clung to the robe, head and shoulders sagging as she pulled air frantically into her lungs, her eyes closed, lips parted, making soft wheezing sounds as she breathed.
"You're getting better, Mom," Timmy said, caressing her inner thighs as they rested.
"Better?" she whispered, looking down at him. "How can I get any better? If I do, you won't be able to stand it." She smiled with affection, yet with a wickedness that showed her wild desires.
"I mean like coming here," Timmy said. "Fucking in this health spa. It's wild."
"I knew you'd love it," she said, letting go of the rope now that she was stronger. "I've wanted to do this ever since I came here."
Tired now, they dressed, and went home, both ready for bed, but to sleep this time, both eager for the coming day. si
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon lay on the floor, her knees up and dress around her waist, the top pulled from her shoulders so her tits showed. Timmy was sitting at her feet, a position she knew her son liked. She opened her knees and began pulling her panties up tight, causing the crotch to enter her cunt, the hairy lips pushing around the gauzy thinness. The cheeks of her ass showed, and Timmy leaned foward, his eyes boiling as he watched her.
She had learned her son enjoyed watching her perform lewdly in this manner, while he played with his cock and balls. There was no danger of her son preferring to watch over participation with her; he just enjoyed this as a preliminary. She enjoyed it as much as he did because she liked to show herself off, show how lewd and wanton she was.
"You sure like to look at my cunt, don't you, darling?" she said softly, pulling her panties to one side, revealing the pink slit.
"It's pretty, Mom," he told her. "It's so soft and hot, and I like all that soft, curly hair."
With her heels drawn back, knees open, she arched her cunt up, rolling her ass slowly, suggestively, laughing at his delight.
"Want to see mother's cunt do a trick?"
"Yeah," he moaned.
"You better move back," she said, spreading her knees wide, her feet flat on the floor, her cunt high, the cheeks of her ass bunched.
Timmy scooted back about two feet.
"That may not be far enough," she said.
"What are you gonna do?"
"Watch and see."
Hooking her finger into her panties, stretching the thin band far to one side, Sharon lifted as high as she could, her weight resting on her feet and shoulders.
A gush of piss spurted out of her cunt.
Timmy gasped.
"That's a trick, Mom?"
"It is to me," she said, cutting the spurt off. "I can lay on my back and piss."
"Anyone can do that!" He giggled.
"Oh, is that right? I'd like to see you do it."
"I can," he insisted.
"Show me," she challenged.
"After you pee some more, I will."
"Oh, you like to watch mother piss, do you?" She giggled.
"You pee different than I do, Mom."
"No I don't-it's all piss."
"I mean you don't have anything to hold when you pee. I do. How can you aim it?"
"Girls don't aim, they just sit down and piss."
She spurted another golden stream, making it arc outward, then splash to the floor near his foot.
Timmy made a gurgling sound as he stared into her cunt.
Sharon used her fingers to part the soft lips of her pussy, and began to squirt piss, stop, then squirt again. One spurt spattered his knee.
"I told you to move back!" She laughed. "You might get wet ... get pissed on."
But Timmy didn't move. He leaned forward, his eyes fixed upon his mother's cunt, fascinated to see piss squirting from her. His cock, already hard from watching her, jerked stiffly.
Sharon, making soft mewls, spewed hot piss in a long, golden stream, then cut it off once more, only to let go with a short, rapid spurt. Her fingers peeled her cunt wide open, and she began to spurt piss rapidly, the way his cock gushed come juice, spurt after spurt. His knee and lower leg were being drenched in her piss, but he didn't move back. His fascination with watching her piss delighted Sharon, and she began to spew in a long, strong stream. She writhed her upraised ass, causing the stream to make a wavy line. She laughed in throaty, perverse pleasure.
"Rain, rain, falling on my head," she sang. "Raindrops falling on my head ... piss falling on your leg..."
Timmy giggled at his mother's lewdness, his eyes riveted on her spreading cunt.
"Piss hard, Mom," he urged. "Let's see how far you can piss."
Feehng childish, but very wanton, Sharon strained, sending her hot piss higher, and giggled when it splashed right on the head of her son's cock.
"Look! I can piss on your cock."
"It's hot, Mom!" he gasped. "Do you like it?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Want me to piss on your cock, your balls?"
Timmy lifted to his knees, jutting his cock forward. "Do it! Piss on my cock and balls, Mom!"
A stream of hot piss spewed from her pussy, splashing on his cock and balls, running down his thighs. Timmy trembled, panting in pleasure. The few hairs at the base of his cock matted to his flesh. To Sharon's delight, she noticed her son's cock seemed to grow harder than ever as she pissed on it.
"Your cock looks harder, baby! You must like being pissed on."
"It feels good, Mom!"
"I think I'm about to stop."
The stream weakened, then bubbled from her pussy, dripping along the slit of her cunt, into the crack of her ass, then falling to the floor. She lowered her ass, spreading her legs out, and ran her palm up and down her cunt, rubbing the piss into her soft pussy hair.
"Now show me you can piss lying on your back," she reminded him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"With a hard-on?"
"You can try," she urged, sitting up, feeling the wetness beneath her ass. Timmy spread out on his back, eager to try.
He had made a boast, and he intended to prove he could piss while lying this way. Sharon scooted to his hip, her hand grasping his cock.
"I can't if you hold me, Mom."
"I thought you said you had to hold it to aim," she teased.
"That's when I'm soft, not hard!"
"Oh, I see." She giggled, going along with him as if she were innocent. "Okay, hot shot, show mother you can piss while you're on your back."
Timmy grunted and groaned, but his cock was too hard.
"Maybe I can't after all, not with a hard-on," he admitted.
"Sure you can," she urged. "Keep trying."
Timmy strained, grunting. He had to piss, but it was harder than he thought it would be, especially with his cock so hard.
A small bubble of piss came from him, running down the shaft of his cock.
"Almost, baby," she mewled. "Strain! Strain hard! You can do it!"
Timmy strained.
Piss spurted out of his cock, flying high, then splashing back down onto his chest. With a yelp of surprise, Timmy grabbed his cock and squeezed, cutting the flow as his mother laughed.
"That wasn't funny, Mom," he said. "You knew that would happen."
"Well, silly," she said, still gigghng, "you had to prove it, didn't you? You should have known that would happen."
"You should have warned me," he pouted.
"You're the one that bragged about aiming, not me." She giggled some more. "I think you need target practice."
With his fist gripping his cock, Timmy no longer felt the need to piss. He turned his face to her. Sharon was sitting with one leg out toward his, the other bent at the knee, flung wide, her skirt at her waist. He gazed at her cunt, seeing the soft hair beaded with her piss. Sharon was not giggling now, but her eyes were turning hot as she looked at him. Timmy pushed his free hand to her cunt, feeling it by running his fingertip along the slit and into the piss-wet curls. His stomach, cock, and balls were soaked in his piss.
Without warning, Sharon pulled his fist off his cock and leaned down, taking it into her mouth.
"Hey, I've got piss all over it, Mom!"
But Sharon was sucking up and down his cock swiftly. The urge to take his cock into her mouth while it had piss all over it came on strong, and she had given in to it without a second thought. Her lips sucked as her tongue lapped. Tasting his piss, her hand cradling his wet balls. With a low moan, she pulled her mouth off his cock, lifting his balls in her hand, and began to lap at them wickedly, her tongue swirling through the piss.
Timmy didn't protest again. His mother's hot mouth sent trembling pleasure through him as he stared at her lips and tongue sliding over his balls and up his cock. Sharon swallowed his prick once again, her mouth crushing onto the base, the smooth head in her throat. She worked her throat and writhed her lips, pressing her tongue at the cock, making her mouth as tight as she could. Then she sucked upward, slowly, creating a fantastic suction.
Timmy grunted, his hips lifting as if his mother were raising his ass off the floor by pulling on his cock with her mouth.
Sharon made a deep, gurgling sound as she clutched her son's cock just behind the head, her tongue rapidly moving over his piss-hole. Then, with a muffled cry, she darted down his cock once again. She made a couple of very rapid up-and-down sucking motions, then swallowed him again, holding him deep.
At the same time, she lifted her legs and spread them both over her son's face. Timmy, his cock jerking inside his mother's hungry mouth, stared up at her wet cunt, pink and satiny, her soft hair still beaded by her piss. Her perfectly shaped ass spread open, and her crinkling ass-hole drew in and out. Timmy, his hips twisting as his mother began to suck his cock again, ran his hands up her thighs and cupped the smooth roundness of her spreading ass. Sharon made her ass go into a grinding motion, slowly moving her cunt to his face, all the time sucking on his cock. She spread her hands along his hips, bobbing her mouth up and down, her eyes watching his balls draw up, then relax.
Timmy, while his mother was making the most sensational feeling on his cock with her mouth, clutched her lovely ass and pulled, bringing her piss-wet cunt right into his mouth, his lips sucking as his tongue penetrated the juicy, hot tight pussy.
Sharon gasped around her son's cock when she felt his mouth pulling on her pussy, his tongue darting maddeningly into it. She crushed hard into his face, sucking on his cock in a frenzy of greed, twisting her lips around and around, shoving her palms beneath his ass, digging at the cheeks, lifting him in her hunger to swallow his cock into her throat. At the same time, she was humping her ass, fucking at his mouth, grinding her cunt in circles onto her son's face.
Timmy moaned as he sucked and licked, the fiery juices of his mother's cunt filling his mouth until he had to swallow them. He didn't remember her cunt being so juicy before, not even at the health spa. She shook and wiggled her ass, smashing up and down. When he felt her finger rubbing at his ass-hole, he let out a moan, and began lapping at her hairy cunt with the flat surface of his tongue, licking rapidly, then drew it upward, skimming it along the smooth ins ides of her spreading ass-cheeks. When his tongue lapped at her ass-hole, he tasted her piss on it, and he feverishly buried his mouth into her ass, his tongue pushing past the tight ring, entering his mother's ass-hole surprisingly deep.
Sharon jerked her mouth off his cock, squealing loudly.
"Suck it! Suck my ass, Timmy! Ohhh, baby, suck mother's ass ... tongue me in my ass-hole! Oooooh, fuck mother in the ass-hole with your tongue!"
Then she was devouring his cock once more, sucking furiously, grinding her ass into his face, her juicy cunt and inflamed clit rubbing at his chin. His tongue moved around in the grip of her ass-hole, making Sharon suck on his cock with such speed that Timmy could hardly stand it. Squealing and crying with mind-spinning ecstasy, Sharon sucked her son's prick vigorously, whipping her cunt up and down on his chin, feeling his tongue plunging in and out of her ass-hole. She shoved her middle finger up Timmy's tight, young ass-hole, and darted it in and out, the movement timed with her mouth.
Timmy, breathing hard, spread his mother's ass as wide open as he could, pressing his face hard, his tongue flying in and out of her ass-hole. Then he feverishly closed her ass-cheeks about his face, parted them, pressed them again.
Sharon was churning frantically, her hips gyrating even as she slapped her son in the face with her cunt and ass-hole. She thrust her finger swiftly in and out of his ass, feeling his cock jerk between her lips. Her clit ached, and the creamy slit of her cunt felt like liquid fire, and her ass-hole seemed more sensitive than ever before. She began to sob around her son's cock, jerking her ass in frenzied passion.
She gave a very loud, strained groan, and began to come. Her cunt rippled tightly with spasms, spasms that were almost painful. The gripping orgasm sent her ass smashing into her son's face, her ass-hole compressing around her son's tongue crammed so deep into it.
Feeling his mother's cunt contract on his chin, her ass-hole trying to strangle his tongue, Timmy lunged his hips upward, his mother still plunging her finger up his ass. The hot gush of his juice roared from his cock and spurted with force into the back of Sharon's throat. Whimpering in mindless rapture, Sharon began to suck up strongly as her son spewed his come juice into her mouth. Each spurt of his come juice seemed sucked out of his cock by her tight lips. The hot wetness flooded her mouth, burned down her wetly gulping throat as she came time and again, relentlessly.
With an exhausted moan, she slumped on top of her son, her feet sliding along his head until she rested there, his cock softening inside her still gently sucking mouth, her thighs against his face. Timmy, pulling his tongue from his mother's ass-hole, licked slowly about the cheeks, the hot crack, with tender probes at her sweetly quivering cunt.
After a moment's rest, she rolled off him, her arms and legs splayed wide, her tits lifting and falling. Her skin glowed, her face was radiant. Timmy turned, holding his head in one hand, elbow bent, smiling down at her.
"Timmy, you almost choked me, you came so fucking much, honey."
"Well, Mom, you almost pulled my tongue off when your ass-hole grabbed it, so we're even." He laughed softly, running his fingers through the silky hair of her cunt. "Has anyone ever tonguefucked you in your ass, Mom?"
"Not like that," she purred. "Timmy, you're getting good at this."
"It's fun," he replied, tugging playfully on her pussy hair.
"It's better than fun," she moaned, caressing her tits with both hands. "It's absolute heaven!"
Timmy kissed his mother's cunt, a soft, sweet kiss. "Now that I don't have a hard-on, I gotta pee again."
Her eyes became dreamy. "How about on me, on mother's cunt. Would you like to piss on mother's pussy?"
Timmy laughed. "That's crazy."
"I don't think so," she said, her eyes glowing. "I think it might feel good, hot piss raining over my cunt. Come on, honey, do it! Piss on mother's hot cunt!"
Sharon drew her knees back to her tits, her ass lifting from the floor. Timmy looked at the hairy slit and crinkled ass-hole. "Your dress might get wet."
"Who cares?"
"If you don't, I don't," he said, laughing as he stood up behind her lifted ass and emit. "You really want me to pee on your cunt, Mom?"
"Yes," she moaned, waggling her ass, sliding her lingers along the backs of her thighs, pulling open her sugary cunt for him. "Piss on it!
Piss on my pussy Timmy! Hurry, piss on mother's cunt!"
Timmy, trembling with as much perverse excitement as his mother, held his cock, aiming it downward. He didn't have to strain this time. Hot piss spewed from him, splashing over his mother's cunt and hands.
"Oooohhh, that feels good!" Sharon gasped.
Her cunt tingled under the sting of his piss, and she squealed as it made her clit tingle. She pulled her cunt wide open.
"In it!" she hissed. "Piss in my cunt! Piss right inside mother's cunt, Timmy!"
His piss rained down, running over the slit, down the crack of her ass, drenching the soft hair of her pussy. Sharon sobbed out with wicked ecstasy, twisting her ass in tight circles.
Timmy, with a giggle, lifted his cock, and sent hot piss running up her body, soaking her bunched dress, then pissed on his mother's tits. Sharon cried out with tingling sensuality. But the stream was losing force, and Timmy shoved his ass forward, and with a final gush of piss, spurted it right into his mother's face. Sharon groaned, and her cunt exploded with another tremendous orgasm.
She was soaked in her son's piss, from her cunt to her face, and she was sure she would never feel such gratification again, ever.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Timmy, how come you never watch the woman next door anymore?" Sharon asked.
"Because you're prettier, and I was dreaming it was you," he replied honestly.
"You mean fantasies?"
"I guess," Timmy said.
He moved to the window and saw the woman spread on her large blanket, her swelling ass barely hidden by the skimpiness of her bikini bottom, the naked curve of her tit showing because her arms were above her head. Sharon moved behind him, wrapping her arms about his body, looking over his head at the woman, her tits resting on his shoulders. She pressed the soft hair of her cunt at the upper swell of his naked ass.
"Tell me about them," she whispered, caressing her hand down his body to his cock. "What did you do to me in your fantasies, honey? What did I do to you?"
"I think we've done it all, Mom," he replied, feeling her fist work his cock, her fingers flexing as she stroked it.
"Maybe we have in your dreams, but not mine."
"You have fantasies, too?"
"Everyone has them," she said, licking at his ear. "Only a few, like you and I, actually realize them."
Timmy turned his head, lifting his face, and Sharon darted her tongue out, licking along his lips, then kissing him wetly. Timmy moved a hand back, holding her naked ass, making her push her cunt hard against his flesh as his cock started throbbing in her fist.
"What are your fantasies like, Mom?" he asked when she lifted her mouth off his.
"Wild, crazy ... really wicked." She giggled.
"Tell me," he urged.
Sharon breathed deeply, gripping his cock hard. "Do you think you can wait a while to use this on me?" she asked. "I'll do better than tell you-I'll show you."
Timmy felt he could wait, and joined her as she went to the bedroom. Sharon removed a long, linen coat from the closet, one that resembled an old-fashioned driving coat of the early century. It covered her almost completely from shoulders to ankles. She put on heels, then the coat, naked under it. Tommy laughed.
"You looked terrible in that, Mom."
"That doesn't matter," she said. "People wear strange clothes today anyway, and besides, it's perfect for me to show you some of my dreams with."
When she told him what she wanted to do, Timmy became very excited.
"I don't know how I'm gonna keep people from seeing I've got a hard-on," he said, eager to join his mother.
"Let them see," she said. "Boys get hard-ons all the time. And in some very strange places."
"You saw them?"
"Once in a while I do," she admitted.
With the long linen coat tied loosely about her small waist, they drove to the nearby shopping center, where they entered the supermarket.
With Timmy pushing a basket behind her, Sharon led him to the produce section, and when she came to the vegetables, she looked around. There were others at the opposite end, but no one near them. With her back to the other shoppers, and her son in front of her, she opened the coat. Taking a small cucumber from the pile, she parted her thighs and pushed the end of the cucumber into her cunt. She ran it in and out of her pussy a few times, with her son watching excitedly, his cock bulging against his jeans.
Her face flushed with erotic enjoyment, she put the cucumber back on the pile, belted her robe, and moved up and down the rows of merchandise. They bought nothing. That was not the purpose of being there.
"Someone is going to buy a nice cucumber." Timmy giggled. "It's already flavored."
At the stacks of soft drinks, Sharon faced her son again, squatting as if to look at the very bottom row of cans and bottles. She opened the linen coat wide, and her son saw her hairy cunt, the pink wet slit blatantly exposed. His balls began to ache as he looked at her, until a startled gasp came from behind him. Timmy jerked his head around, and Sharon stood quickly, her linen coat closing.
A man stood there, his expression strange. He wasn't quite sure he had seen what he thought he had. He was sure the lovely woman in the old-fashioned coat was naked under it, showing her cunt to the young boy. As he pushed his loaded cart away, he glanced at Sharon once more. Sharon flashed him a huge smile, and the man almost ran down the rows, a blush on his face.
"Oooooh, did you see his expression?" Sharon giggled. "He's not sure of what he saw."
Timmy laughed. "Mom, you're awful."
"I know," she laughed huskily. "I'm awful nasty. Isn't it fun that I am."
"You bet!"
She glanced at his cock. "Be careful you don't unload in your pants, baby. That would be a waste."
"What's a guy to do, watching you show your cunt like this?"
"Keep it for me," she said, and they parked the empty basket, leaving the market without buying anything.
Her soft hair bounced and danced as they walked along the sidewalk, with Sharon searching for another store, a store to expose herself in again. They came to a video rental store, and entered it. At the far back was a small swinging door, with adult films only partially hidden.
Sharon walked through the swinging doors, but Timmy had to stop because he was not allowed to enter this section. Sharon, however, selected a small box, with a girl sucking on a man's cock on the cover, her fists holding two other hard cocks, come juice seeping from her lips. She showed it to her son over the top of the swinging doors, then as Timmy peeked into the smaller room, Sharon opened her coat, and began to finger-fuck herself as she moved through the racks of exciting films offered. Her tits swayed as her finger darted between her legs, but then she closed her coat and came out.
"We have to buy a VCR," she said. "I want to watch those films ... with you."
"Oh, yeah, Mom," he enthused. "Like the one you showed me."
"Okay, let's go buy a VCR, then come back here."
Without delay, they found a television store, and using her credit card, Sharon bought a name-brand VCR, and as her son carried it to the car, she returned to the video rental shop, and rented two of the films.
Getting into the car, she handed them to him. Timmy stared at the young, pretty face of the girl, a cock in her mouth, come juice dripping from her lips as she clung to two other hard pricks. The other film showed a girl on her side, with a cock up her ass-hole, and one in her mouth. She was fucking herself in the cunt as her mouth and ass-hole were fucked.
"Cock-hardeners, huh?" Sharon giggled, grasping his cock and balls, squeezing them. "I don't think you're going to be able to wait much longer with this hard-on, Timmy."
Sharon pulled the car into the narrow alley behind the shops, and after turning the engine off, she opened the door, getting out, pulling the linen coat over her ass.
"Come around here and fuck me," she said, leaning back into the car over the seat, her ass and legs outside. "Hurry before you come in your pants."
Timmy ran around the car to the other side, pulling his cock out on the way. Behind his mother's ass, with the late afternoon sun beating down on him, he plunged his cock up his mother's cunt swiftly, making her squeal with pleasure. Sharon wiggled her ass, her fingers digging into the seat of the car as her son's wild thrusts buffeted her body, banging vigorously into her cunt, the juicy sounds sounding loud in the narrow confines of the alley.
"Fuck it!" she moaned. "Oh, baby, fuck my pussy! Bang mother's cunt! Fuck the piss out of me! Ahhhh, fuck my brains out!"
She churned her naked ass, gyrating in a frenzy, her cunt sliding on her son's cock with tight, consuming heat. Timmy peeled his mother's ass-cheeks open, watching her ass-hole ripple and pucker, his cock glistening with her wetness, his balls beating back and forth.
Gritting his teeth, his eyes closing, he saw in place of the girl sucking cock and jerking two others, his mother. The image changed to the one with a cock in her mouth and ass-hole, again putting his mother in that girl's place.
"Oh, Mom!" .
"Yes, baby," she cried out, not knowing she was having the same lewd images as her son flashing through her mind. "Fuck it, Timmy! Ooooh, fuck the hot piss out of mother's wet cunt! You're so fucking hard, and my pussy is so fucking wet! Ahhhh, give it to me ... give it to me deep ... give it to me hard! Beat the piss out of mother's hairy cunt, Timmy!"
In this public place, fucking wildly, the chances very good that they would be seen, Sharon's erotic emotions soared. She arched her naked ass, standing on tiptoes, grinding vigorously while her son pounded into her, grunting softly above her. Her clit was painfully distended, the satiny lips of her cunt swollen, tightening about her son's lunging cock. Her stomach felt as if she was going over the steep drop in a roller coaster, and she crammed her fist into her mouth, cutting off the scream of her orgasm.
The powerful squeezing and suction of his mother's cunt pulled at his cock, and Timmy could not hold back the guttural grunt that exploded from him as his cock unleashed a strong, rapid gush of come juice into his mother's convulsing cunt. Over and over, Sharon came, her pussy sucking the juices from her son's tightly pressing balls, pulling the creamy sweetness through his cock until it dripped from her cunt in hot drops.
Timmy, weakened, slumped forward, almost falling over his mother's body.
Sharon turned rubbery, her legs spreading outward with weakness, able to keep her upper body inside the car only because of her son's weight.
When they were strong enough, Timmy stood, stuffing his cock into his pants. Sharon turned, pulling her ass on the seat, her legs out, turned sideways. Her eyes sparkled.
"If this gets any better, it's going to kill me!" She laughed in delight.
Looking both ways in the alley, she fingered her son's pants open again, pulling his damp cock out.
"You know I like it in my mouth after we fuck," she reminded him, and sucked on his prick, leaning out as he stood there watching her lips move on his cock.
He fondled his mother's tits as she sucked and licked the juices from his cock, her nipples seeming to be always stiff.
"Mmmmmm, I'll love that taste all my life," she murmured as she sat up, pushing his cock into his pants and pulling the zipper up. "Now, watch another of my fantasies."
She got out of the car. She looked up and down the alley once more, then held her coat open as she squatted, knees very wide apart, feet spread.
"I've wanted to piss in a pubic place for a long time, but only now have I got the nerve to do it," she told her son. "What I really would love to do is take a piss on a stage, with men and women watching me, getting as nasty as I can."
With her son watching with hot eyes, she began to piss, and at the same time, she twisted her ass, making the stream of piss wave from side to side.
"See, I can almost dance and piss at the same time," she giggled lewdly, "the way I can fuck you and dance at the health spa."
Lifting her ass a ways, she rolled and twisted it, pissing hard, her fingers playing in her pussy hair, stroking the lips, opening them. Timmy watched, excitement on his young face.
"I like watching you, Mom," he said in a thick voice.
"You can watch me do anything, baby," she purred, sliding a finger up and down her pissing cunt, then licking at it. "I'll do all the nasty things you dream about ... really wild things!"
When she was finished pissing, Sharon wiped her cunt with her palm, and as she stood, Timmy caught her wrist and lapped her palm. Sharon mewled in pleasure.
"We're just alike, darling," she said as they got back in the car. "I'd never find a man as eager and willing as you are. You're my man, and you're all I want."
Home, they plugged in the VCR and sat on the couch, holding each other as they watched the exciting action of the films. Sharon exclaimed wildly over the girl taking on all the men, and her son thought it was exciting, too, but he found two girls with one man more to his liking.
By the end of the film, Sharon and her son were at it again, as if they would never tire.
She sat on the back of the couch, legs wide, while Timmy sucked and licked her cunt, bringing her to orgasm. Then he sat across the arm of the couch, his legs spread over it, while his mother sucked him off, as vigorously as always.
It was late, but they watched the films again, neither tired nor ready for bed.
At the end of the second viewing, Timmy was as hard as ever, and Sharon bubbled with pleasure because of the hardness.
"Want to stick it up my ass?" she asked, her voice low. "Like in the film?"
"Won't that hurt you, Mom?"
"I doubt it," she said. "If you were as big as those men, it might, but I think your cock would fit nicely in my ass."
She pulled her feet onto the couch, facing her son as she leaned against the arm. She spread her legs and moved a hand under her ass. Timmy watched as she rubbed her finger at the crinkle of her ass-hole, her other fingers agitating her fiery cunt.
"Watch!" she gasped, and pushed a finger into her ass-hole, and then moved it in and out, fucking herself. "Ooooooh, it does feel good!"
Sharon thrust her finger deep into her ass-hole as her son watched, and began to finger-fuck her cunt at the same time. Timmy's cock jerked with hardness, dripping again.
"Your cock would feel better in my ass-hole," she moaned. "Timmy, don't you want to fuck a cherry ass-hole? You'll be the first to fuck me in the ass, honey."
Timmy's eyes burned as he watched her fingers disappearing into her cunt and ass-hole. "Let's do it, Mom!"
Panting with hot eagerness, Sharon pulled her fingers out and slipped to the floor, on her side. She lifted one leg high in the air, telling her son to sit behind her ass. When he was in position, she shoved her hand past her hot cunt and positioned the head of his cock against her boiling ass-hole.
"Push, baby!"
Timmy held his mother's leg across his shoulder, looking down past her cunt as the head of his cock began stretching his mother's ass-hole.
"Ooooooh, that feels good!" Sharon gasped. "Oh, baby, you're stretching mother's ass-hole so good! Ahhhh, I want your cock real deep up my hot ass-hole!"
With a grunt, Timmy lunged, his cock boring straight into the scalding tightness of her ass.
Sharon screamed, but not with pain. It was one of the most sensational feelings she had ever felt. Her ass-hole felt as if her son had ripped her apart, but all she felt was an erotic ecstasy similar to the one when he pissed into her face.
"Oh, my God, Timmy!"
Thinking she was in pain, he froze, his cock buried deeply, squeezed by the ring of his mother's ass-hole.
"Do it!" she groaned, jerking her hips back and forth, sliding her ass-hole on his cock. "Fuck me, Timmy! Fuck my ass ... pound your sweet, hard cock up mother's ass-hole! Ooooooh, I love this!"
Timmy plunged, driving his prick in and out of her ass-hole. Sharon pumped her hips with him, sobbing out her boiling pleasure. Her leg was almost wrapped about his neck, the other stretched outward, giving Timmy the full view of her cunt and allowing him to see his cock penetrating her in the ass. Her cunt was actually dripping juices, and as she writhed her ass to his movements, she began rubbing furiously at it, smashing her swollen clit, pulling and pinching it. She crammed four of her fingers into her cunt, and thrust frantically.
Sharon's naked ass whipped about, cries streaming from her mouth. She rammed her fingers as vigorously as she could into her cunt, making sloppy sounds of wetness. With her cunt and ass-hole both filled, she thought she was reaching the peak of rapture.
Each thrust of his cock up her ass-hole caused her stiff-nippled tits to dance and sway, her flesh rippling with the wild pounding of his cock. She almost hurt herself in a wild effort to bury her fist into her pussy. Her face was making agonizing grimaces, but they were grimaces of perverse ecstasy, not pain. Timmy was fascinated by the sight of his mother trying to push her whole fist into her cunt as he stabbed swiftly in and out of her ass-hole.
Timmy said wildly: "You need more cock, Mom! You need a hard cock up your cunt while I fuck your ass-hole, and one in your cock-sucking mouth!"
"I do!" she gasped. "Oh, baby, do I ever! I'd fuck your cock with my ass-hole, another with my cunt, and suck the piss out of another, and jack two more off over my cocksucking face and tits and cunt and ass-hole and ... Timmy! Oh, my God, Timmy! I'm going to come! Yes! Ohhhhh ... ooooooh..., yes, yes!"
Screeching in mind-shattering ecstasy, Sharon came, her ass-hole trying to squeeze her son's cock off. It became so tight with contractions that Timmy could not move in or out, and as she came, Sharon rammed most of her fist into her emit. Her hips jerked as she came, wild cries exploding from her throat, her head tilted, neck straining.
Her violent orgasm went on and on, her body shuddering with utmost rapture, almost to the point of sexual intoxication. As her son could not fuck in and out of her strongly contracting ass-hole, she found that she could neither push her fist into her cunt, nor pull it out.
Fortunately, for her sanity, the spasms weakened, and for a long moment she shivered, and finally made a slow twist of her ass.
"That was almost too much for me," she groaned.
"I saw, Mom," he said, and started to pull his cock out.
"No, Timmy, you've got to come now."
"You might come that hard again," he said.
"Ohhhh, I hope so!" she squealed, sliding her ass back and forth, her ass-hole moving smoothly now on his throbbing hardness. "But I need you to come now, come up my ass. I want to feel you squirt hot come juice up my ass-hole."
This time, with the powerful edge worn off her perverse sensations, she took her son's cock a little more gently, using her fingers on her clit and sighing softly instead of those wild screams. The friction of her son's cock felt wonderful inside her clinging ass-hole.
"Can I go faster, Mom?" he grunted.
"As fast as you want, darling," she panted.
Timmy speeded up and plunged in and out of her ass-hole, his balls tingling, becoming hard. He stabbed with quick, short thrusts, and Sharon urged him on by grinding her ass, and with words.
"Squirt it, baby! Fill mother's ass-hole with your come juice! Fill my hot ass-hole with sweet, hot come juice!"
Timmy rammed hard, burying his cock as far as it would go, and his mother grabbed his hot balls, smashing them against her cunt.
"Come!" she cried out.
The spurting of his hot juices drenched the velvety walls of her ass-hole, and when she came again, it was wonderful, but nothing at all like the first orgasm.
CHAPTER SIX
Her son's eagerness to indulge in unrestrained, uninhibited erotic pleasures with her gave Sharon an emotional high that caused her to tingle constantly. She felt wired, as if she had been plugged into a socket that discharged jolts of steamy hungers that until now she had only dreamed of, fantasized about, curious to know if such things could be as good in reality as they were in her mind.
Sharon knew she was exhibitionistic in her needs, knew she quivered at the possibility of someone watching her with her cunt wrapped about her son's cock, or watching as he pushed it far into her mouth or up her tight ass-hole. She tried to imagine being watched with someone else, but it didn't give her the thrill as with her son.
She took delight in stepping out of the house wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. From a distance, anyone seeing her would probably take her panties for nothing more than a scanty bikini, but anyone close would obviously know they were panties. She began shopping in loose, wraparound skirts or dresses, naked underneath, and letting flashes of her cunt be seen. She always made it appear accidental, though. She took to getting out of the car by swinging one leg wide, her dress up, her crotch fully revealed before stepping out. She made opportunities to squat with knees apart so her cunt showed. She chose new skirts with care, tight denim skirts that came high on her gorgeous thighs, skirts that molded her beautiful ass, and sweaters that showed off her always-stiff nipples.
Timmy had taken up the habit of feeling her in stores and shops. He would run his hand over her tightly clad ass, cup it for a fast feel, and touch her tits. They were seen often, and when
Sharon knew they were seen, she would come where she stood, smiling her delight at her son. Other women, she felt, didn't know what they were missing. She could come so easily. Her son's hand curling around her ass in some public place made her cunt vibrate into orgasm. She could come dozens of times a day, and once Timmy discovered this, he kept her coming so long, she would tremble in weakness for an hour later.
Pulling into a service station to fill the tank, all it took was a glance between them, and they were out of the car, both entering the men's restroom, where Sharon delighted in the graffiti adorning the walls, the crude drawings of cunts and enormous cocks, the crazy messages left by horny men. She lifted her dress, spreading her legs, and pissed into the urinal as a man would, with her son giggling in sparkling-eyed pleasure.
"I dare you to show your pussy to that guy out there," Timmy challenged.
"Oh, you do?" She giggled.
When they returned to the car, Sharon slipped her skirt underneath her ass. When the young man began wiping at the windshield, he found himself looking into the car, right at a juicy, hairy cunt. Startled, he glanced at Sharon, who winked at him, and traced the tip of her forefinger along the exposed slit of her cunt, making the young man so nervous that he didn't finish with the windshield.
Driving off, she laughed.
"That guy was embarrassed," she said. "He's the kind that will never get much pussy, honey. Most men, seeing what I had and did, would have started to hit on me, thinking they had it made."
"Maybe it was because of me being with you," Timmy replied.
"No, because he knew you were watching me, too. I bet he's back there pounding on his cock right now, kicking himself in the ass for not picking up the opportunity."
"Would you have fucked him, Mom?"
Sharon didn't answer right away. "I don't know. Maybe ... maybe not."
"Would you have if I wasn't with you?" he insisted.
"Oh, no. I'd have been more likely to fuck him with you watching than if I was alone."
"You really liked being watched, huh, Mom?"
Sharon flashed a grin at her son. "Now that's a question I can't answer. As far as I know, I've never been watched."
"But you wanna be watched, right?"
She nodded her head. "I think it would be fantastic, and more so if I was seen being nasty with you."
Timmy questioned his mother about this.
She tried to explain to him that mothers did not fuck their sons, and that was what appealed to her most of all, doing the forbidden. She told him how much she wanted to be watched fucking him, sucking his cock, taking him into her ass-hole by people, but only if they knew she was his mother, that she was fucking her son. Letting others watch her, knowing they were mother and son, excited her tremendously.
"But what if they wanted you after watching us, Mom?"
"If they were turned on by watching you and me, then they could have me, do what they wanted with me." She paused and looked at her son. "Would that bother you, seeing me with others, maybe even another woman?"
Timmy didn't even think about it. "The only way it would bother me was my cock would be so fucking stiff, Mom!"
She laughed, a low, throaty sound, pulling him against her as she drove, her hand between his legs and holding his cock and balls.
"Then you wouldn't be bothered for long." She laughed, squeezing his cock. "You'd find some very hot female hands, cunts and mouths grabbing for this sweet prick."
Sharon began to visit the few adult book stores, most of the time finding herself the only woman in the store. Men watched her from the corners of their eyes, all speculating about her, but all afraid to approach her. They all seemed to be ashamed to be caught in such a store, but she walked unembarrassed about the racks of colorful magazines and books, thumbing through them, and once even put quarters into a silly little booth to watch a very short film. She was amused by the come juice spattered on the walls. She brought home many magazines, looking at them with her son, until both were boiling, and fucking themselves crazy among the scattered pages.
Then she discovered the swinging magazines. She was excited by the many ads, the pictures of people searching for the unusual, but she knew those were not for her and Timmy. Most were from lonely men, who for one reason or another, were unable to find a sexual partner. Those that interested her most were of men and wives looking for parties with other couples, but even that wasn't what she wanted.
Then she found a small, almost insignificant ad.
A small group was forming, it said, that sought the unusual men and women who were bored with routine, and were looking for something different. Talking to her son, they decided to reply to the ad.
A week later, they received a large envelope, with information and a few photos of attractive men and women, all naked, all with cunt and cock showing. They were requested to submit photos of themselves, and to detail what specific desires they looked for.
Purchasing a cheap, instant photo camera, they took pictures of themselves, posed lewdly. Timmy took one of his mother, half her fingers stuffed into her cunt, a finger up her ass-hole, and she took ones of him, his cock jutting with youthful hardness. They mailed them off, and waited anxiously for a reply.
They were disappointed when their pictures were returned, without explanation except that they were not suited for this particular gathering of libertines. Timmy didn't understand, but Sharon suspected it was because her son was so young. But like him, she was disappointed. It had been an opportunity to show others how erotic she was with her son.
One afternoon, Sharon glanced into the yard next door where the girl sunbathed, and called her son.
"Look at her, baby."
Today, the woman was wearing panties, nothing else. She lay on her back, her feet toward the window from which Sharon and
Timmy watched. She spread her long, exquisite thighs, and as if knowing she was being observed, began to caress her body, playing with her tilted tits, stroking her stomach, sliding her hands into her crotch as she pushed her legs very wide apart.
Watching this sent Sharon's emotions pounding. She had seen men jerk off, and of course her son jacked off frequently for her visual pleasure. But she had never seen a woman, other than herself, doing these things. Her cunt quickly soaked the crotch of the filmy panties she wore, and her son's cock lurched into instant hardness as they watched this display of wanton desire.
"I bet she knows we're watching," Sharon said.
"I don't think so, Mom."
"Why is she doing it then?" Sharon said. "See, her legs are pointing at us. Of course she knows we're watching."
"Like you, huh? I mean, she wants someone to watch her like you do, Mom?"
"I'm sure of it, baby."
They watched the hand slide into the waist of the girl's panties, and then it was obvious to them she was fucking herself, her hips rolling and twisting, arching up, grinding. They saw her strain with her cunt, obviously having a very good orgasm.
The girl, after fingerfucking herself, stood up, bending over with her ass facing Sharon and Timmy, folding her blanket, and making inviting waggles of her ass. Before she straightened, she pushed her panties down past her satiny, lovable ass, and carrying the blanket, her panties spreading on her thighs, she entered her house, but not before she glanced over her shoulder toward the window where Sharon and Timmy stood.
"She knew we watched," Sharon said with finality.
Timmy was very excited to know this. But it was his mother who was more excited. Here, next door, perhaps was someone she could expose her forbidden pleasures to.
Turning to her son, she whispered, "Be nasty with me, honey."
She sank to the floor, sitting on her heels, spreading her knees and rubbing at her pantied cunt, her beautiful face tilted upward, eyes smoldering with what they had seen, what could be possible. Timmy was naked, a state she preferred him to be in.
"Piss in my face, Timmy," she murmured throatily.
"I wanna fuck your face, Mom," he said. "You will ... after you piss in it."
She took hold of his cock, lifting it, pointing it at her face. She leaned forward, her face only inches from his cock.
"Piss in mother's face!" she urged hotly.
Timmy, always eager to do what she wanted, began to piss, watching his mother's face become soaked, from her forehead to her neck. Sharon moved her face around, taking the stinging piss on every inch of her face, but it felt best across her lips. She aimed his cock there, and moaned softly as she rubbed faster at her cunt through her panties. Timmy's piss ran from her face, over her swollen tits and down her stomach. She pulled the waist of her panties away, letting his piss run through her soft pussy hair.
Slowly, she opened her lips, just a slit, but enough to taste her son's piss in her mouth. There was an instant convulsion in her cunt, and her mouth spread wide. She caught his hot piss on her tongue, closing her throat and letting her mouth fill with piss until it ran from the corners of her lips. Her eyes, slitted, stared in perverse passion up at her son's glowing face. She swallowed some of his piss, and came once again.
When the force of his piss weakened, she gave a low moan, and caught the head of his cock with her lips, swallowing what was left. Then she began to suck his cock with a fury, twisting her mouth about as her lips sucked, her tongue twirling.
"Ohhh, Mom, you're good!" Timmy gasped, watching her suck him in this steamy frenzy. "Suck my cock off, Mom! Make me come in your hot, cocksucking mouth!"
Her frantic efforts caused Timmy to yelp, his hot juices spurting rapidly into her greedy throat.
Gulping his come juice with wet sounds, Sharon came yet again, and devoured his cock like a starving woman, visions of being watched, but now by that unusual girl next door and the man who seldom seemed to be home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The girl next door had become bolder, Sharon noticed.
Once, when Timmy was doing some shopping for her, she looked out the window and saw the girl sitting up on a blanket facing her. Looking closely, she realized the girl was naked. The shadowy patch between her uplifted knees had looked, at first, like she was wearing another very skimpy bikini, but Sharon realized it was pussy hair.
Excited that the girl was naked in her back yard, Sharon stood and watched as the girl fondled her cunt, using both hands, not glancing toward the window where Sharon stood. When the girl began to stab her fingers, one hand after the other, into her cunt, Sharon felt a powerful urge to let the girl know she was watching. However, the girl seemed to know this anyway. The girl caressed herself for about five minutes, then leaned back, her face lifted to the sun, her hips arching, legs wide, her fingers buried up her pussy. Sharon saw her tremble, then shake, and knew the girl had come.
"Just like a beautiful sun goddess," she told Timmy later. "It was beautiful, honey, the way she fingerfucked herself, the sun making her body gleam. I wish you could have seen it."
Timmy wished he had seen it, too.
"Timmy, I'm sure she's up to something," Sharon said.
"Like what, Mom?"
"I don't know, but she knows we've been watching her. I can't say why, but I feel it. The way she does it, facing our window ... I sense she's doing it for our benefit."
Timmy laughed. "She can keep doing it, too, Mom."
Sharon kissed him, her lips sucking at his. "You little peeper!" She laughed. "She is m gorgeous, isn't she?"
"I'd suck her cunt!" Timmy laughed, squeezing his mother's tits. "And anything else she wanted sucked."
Sharon's eyes slitted, taking on a hot expression.
"So would I," she said softly.
"You wanna suck her cunt, Mom?"
"I think ... yes, I want to lick her pussy, too, Timmy," Sharon admitted, a slight flush on her face, but it was a flush of instant desire, not embarrassment to tell her son she wanted to bury her face between those lovely thighs, taste that obviously juicy young cunt.
Timmy giggled. "I wanna watch you suck her cunt, Mom. Do you think she'll do it to you, too? Oh, I bet that would make my cock so hard!"
Sharon hugged her son tightly, her cunt bubbling with anticipation. The only thing she could do was approach the girl now, and see what developed. But not now. Besides, the girl wasn't in the yard.
"Timmy, let's go to the laundromat," she said, excitement in her voice.
"We have a washer and dryer here," he pointed out. "Why go to a laundromat, Mom?"
She wrinkled her nose. "If I have to tell you why, then you haven't learned much, have you?"
His eyes widened, flashing hotly as he grinned. "Yeah, let's do that!"
Sharon loaded some articles of clothing into a basket, paying little attention to what they were. It didn't matter, because the clothing was only an excuse to be in a laundromat anyway. They drove to a nearby one, a clean, well-kept place, unlike most. It was well lit, but empty at this time of night.
Stuffing her clothing into a machine, then starting it, she turned to her son, opening her dress, letting him know, needlessly, that she was naked under it. Standing in the glare of the large, well-lit laundromat, they began squeezing each other, hands feeling, kissing with increasing fever. When Timmy removed her dress completely, she didn't protest. Being naked in this place, so lit up, made the juices bubble hotter between her thighs. Both were so aroused that they made no effort to conceal themselves as Sharon leaned over the vibrating washing machine, her rounded ass jutting toward her son. Timmy had removed his pants, but kept his T-shirt on, his cock straining outward.
Resting her swollen tits on the machine, Sharon used her fingers, sliding her hands over her ass and to her cunt from behind, spreading her pussy open for her son.
"Fuck me, Timmy!" she pleaded. "Ohhh, fuck me right here!"
Timmy stepped to his mother's already-writhing ass, and lunged his cock with unerring aim into her cunt. Sharon gasped as his cock filled her, the lips of her cunt squeezing him just tight enough. As he started stabbing into her emit from behind, Sharon danced her ass about, moaning as she rested her upper body over the machine, the vibrations of it making her tits tingle. Now, with his cock lunging in and out of her cunt, his body making soft slapping sounds against her naked ass, she gripped the upper part of the washing machine, and began grinding with him.
Neither of them were aware of a woman who had just stepped into the laundromat, startled by what she had walked in on. Her arms were loaded with soiled clothing, and she almost dropped the bundle. She stood staring, transfixed by the sight of a young boy, his naked ass pounding, fucking what was obviously an older woman leaning over a washing machine.
Timmy leaned across his mother's dancing ass, shoving his hands under her upper body, cupping her tits, squeezing and pulling them. Sharon cried out loudly, the exquisite strain of rapture on her face.
"Fuck me!"
"Shake your hot ass!" Timmy panted.
"Ram your cock up my cunt!"
"Squeeze my cock with your juicy pussy!"
The staring woman finally moved, placing her bundle on top of an empty washer, her eyes never moving from the naked woman being fucked from behind by this young boy. She moved closer, quietly, until the scents of their overheated bodies assaulted her nose. She balled her hands into fists, and her eyes filmed with a hunger that neither Sharon nor Timmy saw.
She was five feet away when she stopped, her eyes now watching Timmy's cock move in and out of his mother's cunt. Her tongue moved over her lips, and her eyes ate them up. She was breathing heavily, but quietly, her tits rising and falling beneath a silk blouse, her nipples sharply defined.
"Ram it!" Sharon cried. "Ohhh, baby, ram that cock hard!"
"You're so fucking juicy!" Timmy grunted. "Listen to the wet sounds!"
"I am! Beautiful, so beautiful!"
The friction of her son's cock against the compressing softness of her pussy was sending Sharon into an ass-grinding frenzy, and she began to squeal with the ecstasy. Her body was starting to strain, her ass pushing back at her son in an effort to get more of his cock into her cunt. Her cut was raging with pulsating hardness, and her son was making her tits ache sweetly as he squeezed them hard.
"Timmy!" she screamed.
The watching woman leaned against a washing machine, her legs wobbly as she watched Sharon's naked body stiffen, her ass arched and pressing back. She saw the shudders ripple through Sharon, then heard the loud, drawn-out wail of rapture, and stood gazing with excitement when Sharon's naked ass jerked about with her orgasm.
Timmy, lunging with wild thrusts, felt his mother's cunt compress with tight wetness about his cock, then the strong contractions of her orgasm began to squeeze like fingers around his cock.
With a wild-sounding groan, he pushed hard, and spewed his thick come juice up his mother's ripphng, convulsing pussy rapidly.
Sharon slumped weakly over the machine, her cunt dripping with her son's come juice, panting while her flesh tingled. Timmy, easing his cock out of his mother's cunt, saw the woman for the first time.
"Mom!" he yelped, bending and jerking his pants up, staring at the woman.
Sharon, hearing the warning in her son's voice, stood up, and found herself looking into the eyes of a very excited, quite attractive woman of her age. Unashamed, and recognizing the expression on the woman's face, Sharon made no effort to cover her nakedness.
All three stared at each other, with the woman's eyes roaming over Sharon's slender nakedness. Timmy, holding his pants up, but not buttoned, began to edge away, but his mother stopped him by taking his hand. Stepping to the woman, and without speaking, Sharon lifted her son's hand and placed it on one of the woman's pointed tits. The woman sucked in her breath, but said nothing, and her eyes seemed to melt as a tremor flowed through her. Timmy nervously squeezed the woman's tits, his mother's hand on his, holding it there.
Sharon saw what her son failed to see.
This woman was eager.
With one hand over her son's, holding it against the woman's tits, she brought the woman's other hand to her cunt, and a low moan bubbled from the woman, her eyes half closing as she rubbed at Sharon's cunt, feeling the dripping come juice oozing from the hairy cunt lips. Sharon parted her feet, standing before the woman with her legs open, her hips moving to the caressing palm and fingers of this nameless woman.
Timmy, now understanding, opened the woman's blouse and saw her naked tits push out sharply, dark pink nipples very rigid. He fondled the woman's tits as his mother was felt up by her, and still no one spoke.
Sharon finally shifted, moving to a bench along the wall. She pulled the woman with her, and before she sat down on the bench, she gently placed her hands on the woman's shoulders, pushing her to her knees. The woman went down willingly, and when Sharon pulled her face to her hairy, wet cunt, the woman let out a whimper, flinging her arms around Sharon's hips, clutching her naked ass, and began sucking and licking with juicy sounds at her cunt.
Timmy gasped, his cock jerking up with hardness, and he let his pants fall to his ankles again.
By some maneuvering, Sharon leaned down, then lay on her side on the floor, her legs wide, the woman lapping at her cunt, her tongue delving deeply into the come-juice-filled heat. Timmy, reading his mother's eyes, knelt behind the woman, who was on her side, lapping hungrily at Sharon's cunt. Timmy watched her tongue slide in and out, sucking his juices from his mother's cunt. He lifted the woman's skirt to her waist, and peeled her panties off. Then, as he had done with his mother before, he pulled a slim leg to his shoulders, and eased his cock into the cuntsucking woman's pussy. Immediately the woman began to churn her hips, fucking Timmy, jerking her ass back and forth as her cunt moved on his cock. Timmy, his eyes taking in so much, began to fuck the woman, watching her tongue lick his mother's cunt, then his cock sliding so hotly into her hairy cunt, her clit bulging. He used his hand to agitate the woman's clit as her hips swung and twisted to the penetrating rhythm of his cock.
Sharon gasped and twisted her cunt into the woman's face, one hand holding the back of her head. She watched the frantic movements of the woman's ass while her son fucked her, and wished she could see his cock inside that greedy pussy. She panted in pleasure when the woman ran her tongue into her cunt, twisting it, licking, and squealed when those boiling lips sucked at her clit.
The woman, slurping almost in a frenzy at Sharon's cunt, was palming one of Sharon's naked ass-cheeks, her fingers kneading the flesh, her other hand down at her own cunt, fingers spreading her pussy for Timmy's cock, striving to get it deeper and deeper in her pussy. Her hips jerked and writhed, and she was sobbing with ecstasy as she slurped and licked and sucked, smearing her face wantonly into the soft, juicy heat of Sharon's cunt.
If anyone else had entered the laundromat at that time, they would have been amazed at the fury of the three people, one woman naked, the other almost, with a young boy fucking with frantic lunges. It would have startled some, but the sight would have caused a sudden discharge in a man's pants, or a quick drenching of a woman's panties.
Sharon began making choking sounds, her hips jerking up and down, slapping her cunt into the frantically sucking, he king mouth. The strain was showing on Timmy's face. He stared at the woman's tongue lapping up and down the slit of his mother's emit, and his balls grew tight. With a grunt, he plunged as far as possible into this nameless woman's cunt, and began spurting rapidly into it. The woman, feeling Timmy come inside her cunt, let out a cry, and her hips jerked, her cunt grabbing in rippling orgasm around his squirting cock, closing tightly as she came.
Sharon cried out, and her pussy exploded against the sucking mouth of the woman, who began to dart her tongue in and out of her pussy as the contractions made a feeble effort to close around it and suck it inward.
As weakness overtook them, Sharon lay back on the floor, her legs holding the woman's face between them, gurgling as the woman's tongue now lapped gently up and down the slit of her pussy. The woman's hips were still, but the now-gentle pulsations of her cunt were pushing Timmy's cock out. Timmy slumped, his back against the bench, breathing hard.
They lay in that position for some time, and then finally the woman pulled her face from between Sharon's thighs. She looked at Sharon, then Timmy. Her face glistened wetly from nose to chin. Still none of them spoke, and they remained silent when the woman leaned down and very gently drew Timmy's cunt-wet cock and balls into her mouth. She sucked lovingly on his cock and balls for some moments, then let them go.
The woman stood up, smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs, buttoning her silk blouse over her pointed tits. Without speaking, she gathered up her laundry and walked out, not looking back.
"My God!" Sharon laughed.
"Who was she, Mom?"
"I've never seen her before."
"She's a great fuck," Timmy said.
"And one hell of a cuntsucker," Sharon said softly, getting to her feet and wrapping her arms around her body. "I'd sure like to meet her again, wouldn't you, honey?"
"Yeah!" Timmy moaned, seeing the woman had left her panties on the floor. "She forgot something."
"On purpose, I think," Sharon giggled. "They're a souvenir."
Timmy picked them up, holding them out. "Look, I didn't have to take her panties off, Mom."
The panties had no crotch, only a long slit there. They were frilly, black, trimmed with scarlet lace.
"She wears pretty panties, and I'd say she was prepared to find what she did here ... you and I fucking."
Timmy laughed. "It seems there are a lot of women like you, Mom. The woman next door, and now this woman . . .I'm starting to believe they all go around waiting to get fucked."
"More of us do than you'd know, honey," she said, taking the washed clothing from the machine. "We can take these home to dry. We got what we wanted here, and more."
At home, Sharon loaded the dryer, and as they both bathed together, they talked about the woman, telling each other what they had felt, how hard they had come, and they speculated on who she was, if they would ever see her again.
"If we do, Mom, are you gonna suck her cunt then?"
Sharon, pulling his soapy body against her own, said breathlessly, "I'll lick her from tits to cunt to ass-hole!"
Timmy giggled with delight, turning his mother onto her hands and knees in the tub, and eased his cock into the tightness of his mother's willing ass-hole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Timmy came into the house from an errand for his mother, he stopped short.
The girl from next door was sitting on the couch, and his mother was next to her. The girl looked at Timmy, her eyes warm, a smile on her pretty face. He saw now that the woman was perhaps nineteen or twenty years old. Before, he had been so involved at looking at her body that he had paid little attention to her face, and her youth pleased him.
"Timmy, this is Kathy," his mother said. "I'm sure you've seen her before."
"I'm sure you have," Kathy said in a low voice, her eyes boldly moving to the front of his pants. "I've certainly seen you, Timmy."
Sharon laughed, a very throaty sound. "She means it, baby. She's seen all of it, it turns out."
"What are you talking about, Mom?" Timmy asked, noticing the short denim skirt the girl wore was very high on her golden slender thighs.
Kathy giggled, like a naughty little girl, her eyes flashing. "You tell him, Sharon."
"Timmy, you and I were not the only ones peeking," Sharon told her son. "Kathy has been watching us ... through the window at night. She's seen everything we've done together."
Timmy gazed at the girl, unflinching.
"You like watching me and Mom?" he asked her bluntly.
Kathy nodded, her pink tongue moving over her lips. "I don't just like to watch, but be watched, too."
"So we've noticed," Sharon said.
She then told her son, who had folded his legs underneath him and sat on the floor, facing them, how she and Kathy approached each other over the low fence between the two houses, and how frankly they had talked.
"Don't your husband, or boyfriend, get mad at you?" Timmy asked, and his comment brought a melodious laugh from Kathy.
"You mean my dad?"
"Your father?" Timmy asked, wide-eyed. "He knows what you're doing, and he don't get mad?"
"Not my dad," Kathy said. "He-likes what I do. He encourages me."
From his place on the floor, Timmy could look up the satiny thighs of the pretty girl, and he was trying to decide if that shadowy patch was panties or pussy hair. He could not see it clearly enough to make up his mind. Sharon watched her son with pleasure as he tried not to be so obvious in his frank staring. She noticed his cock was lifting inside his pants, and she began to shiver with anticipation.
"My son is trying to look up your skirt, Kathy," she said softly.
Kathy grinned, her cute nose wrinkling.
"Okay with me," she said, and flung her knees open, wide, her feet together. Kathy was naked. The shadow was her pussy hair, and Timmy made a gulping sound as he stared at it.
Timmy stood and opened his pants, letting his cock out. Kathy's eyes flared with heat as she saw how hard it was, the head smooth, with moisture glistening at his piss-hole. no
"Ooooh, it looks better up close," she breathed.
"I told her how you looked at her, but was imagining it was me," Sharon told her son. "When she began watching us, she wanted to have some of that hard cock, too, baby."
"But your dad..."
"It's okay," Kathy said. "He knows I'm here, and what I'm going to do."
"Is he home?" Sharon asked. "You didn't say."
"Not now," Kathy replied, her voice throaty as she gazed at Timmy's young hard-on. "He'll be back in two days, though."
"We have two days..." Sharon murmured, opening Kathy's silk blouse to expose her deliciously round, uptilted tits.
"We have more than that, if you-" Kathy's words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath when Sharon sucked one of her stiff nipples into her mouth.
With her lips and tongue working on the succulent tit, Sharon peeled the skirt completely off Kathy. Timmy stood watching, his cock jerking up and down. When he saw his mother slide her hand up one of those slim thighs and gently feel Kathy's cunt, he groaned and grabbed his cock.
Kathy, purring with wanton sensations, held in her hand out to Timmy. "Let me feel your cock! Please, I want to feel your cock, Timmy!"
Timmy jumped forward, and Kathy closed her fist around his cock, pumping it vigorously.
"Ooooh, so hard!" Kathy moaned, jerking swiftly, her other hand sliding into Sharon's sweater. "Ahhh, nice! You have nice titties, Sharon!"
Timmy stood watching his mother sucking and licking Kathy's tit, her hand rubbing at the hairy, wet slit of her pussy, pushing his cock forward into Kathy's fist. He closed his hand over her other tit, and made Kathy's eyes become dreamy with need, soft purrs bubbling deep in her throat. She squeezed Sharon's tit and pumped on Timmy's cock with bold, vigorous movements, her hips writhing on the cushions of the couch.
Timmy's breath caught as he saw his mother penetrate Kathy's steamy cunt with her middle finger. He twisted and pulled the pink, stiff nipple, bringing cries of delight from Kathy.
Kathy, panting heavily, pulled Timmy's cock forward, and lapped her tongue over the smooth head, then flicked the tip up and down the dripping piss-hole, making little whimpering sounds. Timmy grunted when she pressed her lips just behind his piss-hole, and sucked with such force that he lifted to his toes.
Sharon, her mouth filled with Kathy's tit, sucking on the stiff nipple, looked up at the way Kathy was sucking on the very tip of her son's cock. She moaned softly with pleasure, and pulled her wet fingers out of the juicy cunt, bringing her wet hand up to fondle her son's balls, twisting them tenderly, her own cunt vibrating sweetly.
"Oh, your cock really is hot and hard, Timmy!" Kathy mewled as she lifted her lips from it. She ran her wet, hot tongue across her lips, then along the firm shaft of Timmy's cock. "I could taste this cock when I watched your mother sucking it."
Timmy, holding his cock at the base, rubbed it about the pretty face of Kathy, who purred softly. His piss hole left wet trails on her smooth flesh.
"Did you see everything we done?" he asked.
"I think so," Kathy murmured, shifting her face so he could rub his cock anywhere he wanted. "I would get so hot!"
Sharon pulled back from the succulent nipple, and ran her tongue along the other side of her son's cock, meeting Kathy's tongue at his piss-hole. Timmy was shaking with excitement as he watched them lick each other's tongue, then his cock together.
"I bet you didn't see him piss on me," Sharon whispered.
Kathy's eyes widened, a sparkle gleaming in them. "He didn't!"
Timmy nodded, laughing softly.
"You let him piss on you, Sharon? Really?" Kathy's voice was low, trembling. "That's nasty!"
Sharon drew back, afraid she had said too much. She noticed that her son's cock was losing some hardness.
Kathy, breathing deeply, her face flushed, said, "Dad ... oh, I can't wait to tell my daddy!"
"No, you can't," Sharon said.
"But why not?" Kathy said.
"It's like you said-nasty."
"But that's it," Kathy said. "Daddy wants ... I mean, he's never said it to me, but he has these magazines ... people pissing on each other. He doesn't know I saw them, though."
Sharon was confused. "I thought you and your father were fucking."
"We are," Kathy answered. "But Daddy ... well, he seems embarrassed about some things. Not fucking me, though. He loves to fuck me. But he thinks he shouldn't ask me to do any really nasty things with him."
"Would you?" Sharon asked.
"I'd do anything Daddy wanted," Kathy answered. "And I'd love every fucking minute of it, too." Kathy was trembling, her fist working on Timmy's cock while Sharon was on his balls again. Sharon parted her legs when Kathy moved her hand up her skirt. "I'd do anything with Daddy. He knows I would, but he thinks I'll believe he's weird or something," Kathy giggled. "I'd suck his piss out of his big cock anytime he wanted me to. I'd use my cunt and mouth for his toilet if he asked me. I'd let Daddy do anything with my cunt and mouth."
"Then why don't you?"
"Because Daddy feels a little ashamed of fucking me," Kathy said. "He knows that's silly. I want him to fuck me. It's not like he was doing it against my will. I have to let him decide what to do with me. He doesn't come right out and say so, but I think he's afraid of a girl that is so sexy, like me."
Sharon didn't like what she was hearing. Kathy's father was a nice-looking man, from what little she had seen of him. But it sounded as if he had too many hang-ups about this. She wanted nothing to do with a man with inhibitions. She had known men like that, men who were thrilled to be with a woman like her, one that was eager to try anything, but then they pulled away, thinking she couldn't be a very nice woman if she had such a sexual appetite. us
Hypocritical bastards, she thought.
"Let's not say anything to him," Sharon said.
"But why not?" Kathy asked.
"Later," Sharon purred. "Right now I want to see my son with his lovely cock up your sweet cunt."
Sharon, explaining to Kathy how she wanted to watch, had her son sit on the couch, with his ass pushed over the edge of the cushions, his legs spread open. She and Kathy gazed hotly down at his cock, standing straight up, his balls dangling. While Kathy leaned over and manipulated Timmy's cock and balls with her soft, hot hands, Sharon undressed.
Kathy needed no further instructions from Sharon. She knew how Sharon wanted to watch her fucking Timmy. She turned her back to Timmy, straddling his hips. As Sharon stared with bubbling excitement and Kathy's fingers opened her softly-haired cunt, Timmy was gazing upon the compact, satiny ass of the trembling girl.
Bending her knees, Kathy whimpered softly as she lowered her cunt down, the contact of Timmy's cock against it making her catch her breath. Sharon, too, was holding her breath as she squatted, her hands on Kathy's knees, watching with boiling eyes as the sugary cunt began to slide slowly onto her son's cock. She watched Kathy's inflamed clit throb as the satiny pussy clung to Timmy's prick.
"Oooooh, it feels so good!" Kathy gasped. Timmy's young cock was fully buried in her pussy. Her hips writhed, her hands coming up to clutch her firm, tilted tits, eyes smoldering.
Sharon gazed at her son's cock squeezed by Kathy's sweet pussy, the soft hairs smashed against the base. She drew her hand to his balls, gently lifting them. Her other hand moved out and she slowly rolled Kathy's swollen clit as the girl's body trembled spastically.
"Fuck him!" she moaned.
"Ahhh, yes!" Kathy cried softly, and began lifting and lowering her cunt on Timmy's cock. The glistening wetness her pussy left on the throbbing prick excited Sharon. She saw the way Kathy's pussy sucked and clamped on her son's prick, her breathing making her naked tits rise and fall, her nipples stiff and tingling. "Ohhh, so good! Ooooh, my cunt ... my cunt loves it!"
Using her knees for leverage, Kathy thrust up and down, twisting her hips in an almost identical manner to that Sharon had used when she and Timmy were in the health spa. Sharon found it more exciting to watch her son being fucked than it had been in her imagination and talks with him. She could feel her own juices seeping from her pussy, and shifted a heel to it, rubbing and pressing as she fondled Timmy's balls and Kathy's clit.
"I'm wet!" she cried softly. "My cunt is so wet, watching you two!"
Kathy leaned back, lifting first one foot, then the other until she had them on the edge of the cushion, now squatting on Timmy's cock, knees flung wide to let Sharon have the best view possible. She plunged her cunt up and down on Timmy's cock, making throaty squeals. Sharon could see the stretching grip of Kathy's cunt on her son's cock much better now, watch as they fucked, with Kathy's clit pulsating in tiny tremors.
Timmy, licking and sucking at the flesh of Kathy's naked back, ran his hands under her ass and clutched her hard tits. He humped his cock up as Kathy came down, bringing moans from the girl and his mother.
Sharon ran her tongue up her son's thigh, her eyes burning at his cock moving in and out of Kathy's cunt. She lapped at his balls, then drew her tongue over the satiny inner flesh of Kathy's thighs. Her hands fondled smooth legs and hips and balls and asses, and her cunt fiery with juiciness, smashed at her heel.
"Lick me!" Kathy wailed. "Sharon, lick my cunt! Oooh, tongue my pussy while I fuck your son!"
Timmy, grunting, encouraged his mother. "Mom, suck her hot pussy! Lick my balls ... eat her cunt, Mom!"
Without hesitation, Sharon pushed her face forward, her long tongue licking at Kathy's vibrating clit. While Kathy gurgled and held her ass up, letting Timmy stab his cock up and down, Sharon sucked and licked hungrily at the swollen clit, her tongue tracing the tightly stretched pussy, tasting her son's cock where it disappeared into Kathy's sugary pussy. The slippery pussy juices sent wild tremors racing through her body, and with an animal-like moan, she began licking her tongue over her son's balls, dragging it up the part of his cock that was not inside Kathy's cunt, swirling it around the swollen, clinging cunt lips.
"Ahhh, Mom!" Timmy gasped.
"Kiss it ... suck it!" Kathy sobbed. "Lick your son's balls, his cock! Suck us both! Ooooh, fuck me, Timmy! Fuck my wet cunt while your mother sucks us both!"
Sharon feverishly lapped at the wetness, her tongue tracing the spreading lips of Kathy's cunt around her son's cock, tasting his balls. She pushed her hands behind Kathy's hips, clasping the shivering ass-cheeks, and buried her face as tight as she could into this exciting cunt, cock, and balls, kissing and sucking and licking hungrily.
"So juicy!" Sharon sobbed. "So hot and juicy!"
The wet sounds her lips and tongue made mixed with those of her son's cock darting up and down into Kathy's cunt. She pushed the tip of her tongue just inside Kathy's pussy as her son pulled his cock almost out.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Kathy wailed, and then screamed. "Oooh, I'm coming!"
Sharon felt the contractions of Kathy's cunt press her tongue to the head of her son's cock, and a muffled cry came from her as her own pussy went into sudden convulsions.
Timmy, feeling Kathy's cunt grab and squeeze his cock almost the way his mother's did, began to groan, sucking at the flesh of Kathy's trembling back, his hands smashing her firm tits. His balls became tight against his mother's chin, and with a cry, he spewed hot juices into Kathy's compressing pussy, filling her with the splashing spurts.
With the tip of her tongue pressed into Kathy's cunt, Sharon felt her son come, then tasted his creamy juices. Her orgasm turned tight, almost painful. She sobbed into the wetness, sucking hard with her top hp smashing the quivering throbs of Kathy's clit, her bottom lip feeling the pulsations of her son's discharge just beneath the head of his cock.
Kathy shook, screaming with mindless rapture.
Sharon sobbed as she sucked at the pussy, tasting her son's gushes as he spurted hotly into it. Her cunt was going through tight, impossible contractions of utmost ecstasy. She pulled her tongue back, swirling it around the squeezing lips of Kathy's cunt, feeling it sucking the juice out of her son's balls.
When the spasms faded, with Kathy still sitting on Timmy's cock, Sharon ran her tongue over the satiny pussy, tasting her son's come juice as it began to seep out. She licked at Timmy's balls, then pulled back just far enough to focus on Kathy's cunt, watching sweet come juice run from it and along the softening shaft to her son's balls. She licked the juice up with the tip of her tongue, then sat back, her emotions high, gratified with what she had seen, what she had done, what she had tasted.
Kathy lifted her ass slowly. "Ooooh, I can feel your cock come out of my cunt, Timmy!"
She sat at his side, watching as his mother leaned forward, taking his wet cock deep into her mouth, sucking the juices from it. After mouthing her son's cock, Sharon looked up at Kathy, her eyes hot and dreamy.
"That was wonderful," she said softly. "Now, I'm going to suck his come juice out of your cunt, Kathy."
Timmy reached over and parted the furry lips of Kathy's cunt.
"Suck her hot cunt, Mom," he urged. "Make her come again!"
Sharon buried her face in Kathy's cunt, plunging her tongue deep into the come juice-filled pussy, her hands cupping the sweet ass of the writhing, gurgling girl.
CHAPTER NINE
The more time Sharon and Timmy spent with Kathy, the more they liked her.
Kathy had the same outlook as they, and was as eager to become involved with them. She chattered about her father, telling them she had been fucking him for years, of his enjoyment licking her sugary cunt, and of her pleasure in sucking him off. She admitted to taking her father's cock up her ass-hole, and that made her come, just as Sharon did when her son fucked her in the ass.
"If he's never talked to you about pissing, why does he have those magazines you mentioned, Kathy?" Timmy wanted to know.
"Because he's very interested in it," Kathy had answered. "I know he wants to, but he's just a little embarrassed about it. At least with me, I suppose. Maybe he has with someone else, but I don't think so. Dad hardly ever goes out with women, except business associates."
"He's not, you know..." Timmy asked, waving his wrist with a feminine twist.
Kathy laughed. "Not my dad! What I meant was he takes me out, like I was his girlfriend."
"Aren't you?" Sharon smiled.
"All the way!" Kathy giggled. "I'm Daddy's girl, in every way!"
Kathy had spent the day before with Sharon and Timmy, and went home an exhausted, happy girl. Today, she looked as fresh as ever, much like a well-scrubbed high school girl. She wore a becoming skirt and blouse, with low-heeled shoes, her hair feathered about her sweet face. She sat on the couch next to Sharon as they had been when Timmy came into the house the day before. Timmy, perched on the coffee table before them, was delighted to see Kathy made sure her skirt was well above her smooth knees.
While Sharon listened to them talk, commenting now and then, her mind was on those magazines Kathy's father possessed. She wasn't really interested in seeing them yet, but later. She was giving serious thought to asking Kathy to piss on her, along with her son.
Timmy was showing Kathy the few video tapes they had purchased, telling her about them, and Kathy was showing signs of arousal, her eyes starting to smolder and her ass writhe. Her skirt slipped higher on her satiny thighs as she listened to the graphic details from Timmy.
"Won't we, Mom?"
Sharon lifted herself from the erotic image she had been building in her mind. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't hear you."
"I was telling Kathy we could watch the films tonight if she wanted to."
"Of course," Sharon answered. "Timmy and I get almost as much a kick out of watching people fucking as we do when we fuck."
"So do I," Kathy said, her voice low. "But I've never seen anyone, even the films, except you two."
Timmy opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Kathy began to breathe faster as she looked at it, and Sharon slipped closer to the girl, wrapping her arm around Kathy's shoulders and sliding her hand into her blouse, finding those lovely tits braless. Kathy purred and turned her mouth to Sharon, and Timmy watched them kissing. Kathy shoved her hand under Sharon's dress, and began to feel her cunt as they sucked on tongues.
Sharon opened her legs, and he watched Kathy wiggle her middle finger into his mother's cunt. His cock lifted high, hard, throbbingly. He stood, and pushed his cock at their faces. Both women moaned and pulled their lips apart, and Timmy pushed his hard cock between them, watching excitedly as Kathy and his mother kissed and sucked at his prick.
Sharon began removing Kathy's sweater as Timmy rubbed his cock along their lips. When the sweater was off, Timmy fondled the sharply pointed tits and watched their mouths. Sharon shrugged her dress down, and then the two women pressed their tits together, their hot lips sucking at the shaft of Timmy's cock. Holding his mother's tits with one hand, Kathy's in the other, he played with them, making the women mewl as they eagerly licked at his prick. Neither protested when he shoved the swollen head into their mouths, fucking back and forth between one mouth and the other. His mother opened his pants until they fell to his knees, and while Kathy sucked his cock, Sharon licked and sucked at his hot, full balls.
"Mmmmm, your son sure has a good-tasting cock!" Kathy purred. "I could suck it all day."
"Try his balls," Sharon offered, and watched as Kathy closed her hot lips about both her son's balls. "Ohhh, you look lovely with his balls in your mouth, Kathy!"
Sharon then swallowed her son's hot cock. Timmy grunted as the strong suction on his cock and balls made his body tremble. He could see their lips touching at the base of his cock, and he began to struggle to hold back a sudden urge to come.
Sharon and Kathy began to trade places, each taking turns sucking his cock and balls, their hands busy between each other's thighs. Timmy squeezed and twisted their sensitive nipples, his fingers digging into the spongy firmness of those beautiful tits.
When his mother and Kathy both held their lips against his cock, he began to fuck back and forth, sliding his cock along their hot, wet lips, listening to them mewl in pleasure. He stuffed the head of his cock from one mouth to the other.
"I'm gonna make a mess on your faces!" he grunted.
His mother moaned her readiness, and Kathy's hot eyes flashed her eagerness up at him. Their tongues licked at his cock, from his balls to the head. Sharon pulled her pussy-wet finger out of Kathy's cunt.
"He-likes a finger up his ass when he comes," she murmured as her finger eased into her son's tight ass-hole. "You squeeze his balls, Kathy."
Timmy moaned in ecstasy as his mother penetrated his ass-hole with her finger, and Kathy twisted his balls tenderly with her wet hand. He ran his cock faster between their sucking lips. Both Kathy and Sharon, feeling Timmy's cock throb rapidly, licked and sucked vigorously, neither attempting to monopolize his cock when it was in their mouths.
"I'm getting there!" Timmy gasped, humping his hips faster, sliding his cock between their fiery lips. "I'm gonna come ... come in your fucking faces!"
The first spurt of his juices flew between their lips and splattered on the back of the couch. But with squeals, both women opened their mouths, their cheeks pressed together, and Timmy gushed his boiling come juice into first his mother's mouth, then Kathy's. Neither woman swallowed, but let him come until both held a mouthful of his juices. He had come on their chins, and it ran from their open mouths. When he finished, Sharon and Kathy crushed their mouths together, and began tonguing each other, taking come juice back and forth, and finally both swallowed it, mewhng with perverse pleasure.
"Mmmmm," Sharon said, licking her wet lips. "That was different. Did you come, Kathy? I did, and pretty hard, too."
Kathy giggled. "I always come. I've never done that before, sucked a cock off with someone else. I bet my dad would love it if we did it to him, Sharon."
"We will," Sharon agreed quickly.
She stood, stripping her clothing off.
"Kathy," she said in a low, husky voice. "Take your clothes off. I want you and Timmy to piss on me, both together."
Kathy was not reluctant. She gave a low-pitched squeal and hugged Sharon tightly, her hard, sharp tits smashing Sharon's. Timmy laughed his agreement as he watched them licking each other's lips and chins. He pressed his body to them, rubbing his cock on their hips, his hands feeling his mother's and Kathy's writhing asses. They turned to him, purring and kissing him, their hands touching his cock, his balls, his ass.
"Where?" Kathy breathed, twisting her thighs as if she was going to piss at any time from excitement. "Where on you, Sharon?"
"Oh, piss all over me," Sharon whispered throatily. "Any place on me ... my tits, my legs, my ass, my cunt, my face ... all over me!"
Kathy said, her voice very low, "Let's go outside."
Although Sharon was willing, Timmy seemed hesitant.
"Someone will see us," he said.
"Who would see us, honey?" his mother asked. "And what difference does it make? I thought you liked it as much as me."
"Kathy's dad might see us."
"He's not home," Kathy replied. "Anyway, that's what we want, isn't it? I mean, being caught playing with each other."
Sharon was delighted with Kathy's responses. She shivered, feeling as if they were three young kids doing something very naughty, something they would be punished for if caught.
"Are you changing your mind, Timmy?" his mother asked.
Kathy wrapped her arm about his shoulders, his head coming to her nose, and pushed her pointed tits at his face, her hand clutching his cock and balls.
"Are you trying to keep your mother and me for yourself, is that it, Timmy?" she asked. "If so, then I can't be coming over here all the time. I told you my dad and I-"
Timmy stopped her. "That's just it, Kathy. You told us, but we don't know for sure."
Kathy gave some thought to this. "Okay, I'll prove it to you. I'm not supposed to do this, but I think Dad would approve. I'll be right back."
She slipped into her skirt, then her blouse, with the tails hanging out, and left them. Sharon tried to reason with her son as they waited, but Timmy refused to budge.
"Mom, I know you like this, but we have to be careful," he told her, with wisdom beyond his years. "We don't want any problems, do we? If Kathy's dad is what she says, then good. But suppose she's only saying it to be with us, or only trying to get her dad to fuck her?"
"You're right, baby," Kathy replied. She was going to say more, but Kathy came skipping back into the house, handing a small bundle of photos to Timmy.
There were perhaps a dozen color pictures, all of them of Kathy and her father, in various positions, his cock pushed into her cunt or mouth, his face buried in her pussy.
"Who took these?" Timmy asked, still not sure.
"We used a timer," Kathy answered.
Sharon looked at the photos, remembering those she and Timmy had taken of each other when she attempted to join a club. She had not thought of using a camera with a timer. As she and Timmy went through the photos again, Kathy removed her clothing.
Now partially convinced, Timmy agreed to go into the back yard with them.
Sharon was trembling with excitement, anticipating the hot piss raining onto her body. Lewdly, she lay on the soft green lawn as her son and Kathy stood looking at her. She spread her long legs, drawing them up and back to her shoulders, her creamy ass lifting. The slit of her hair-lined cunt glistened with wetness, and her ass-hole crinkled.
"Piss on me!" she moaned.
Kathy, breathing heavily, swung her leg over Sharon, half squatting with her ass toward Sharon's face, while Timmy stood at his mother's upraised ass. Sharon, eyes rolling with desire, gazed up into the sugary cunt and ass of the lovely girl, seeing her son's cock between those slender thighs. Kathy placed her fingers at the base of Timmy's cock, aiming him. Timmy started to harden, but as Kathy sent a hot gush of golden piss splashing into his mother's cunt, he suddenly began to piss, too.
"Ooooooh!" Sharon cried out, twisting her ass in the air as hot piss stung her clit, the sensitive lips of her cunt, and the pucker of her ass-hole. She placed her palms on Kathy's naked ass, forming a seat for the girl, her eyes smoldering as she stared at the cunt and cock pissing on her. "Ahhhhhh, that's good! Oh, piss on me! Piss on my fucking cunt! Piss in my fucking pussy and on my ass-hole!"
She wiggled with her ass in the air, hot piss drenching her inner thighs, running along the spread of her ass-cheeks, over her soft pussy hair and onto her stomach. She began to squeeze Kathy's ass, bringing peals of gurgling pleasure from the girl. Kathy moved Timmy's cock around, making him piss on his mother's cunt with her, then splashing it over Sharon's crinkling ass-hole. The piss gushed hot and strong from cunt and cock. Then Timmy held his cock, pushing Kathy's fingers away. With a giggle, he jerked his cock upwards, and sent a hot spray across Kathy's sharp tits, and before the ecstatic gasp was out of Kathy's mouth, he pissed upward into her face.
"Timmy!" Kathy panted, but it was not in protest.
She lowered her face toward his cock, taking the full stream into her face as she touched her cunt to Sharon's, rubbing their slits together. Timmy drenched Kathy's face in piss, and as it dribbled to a finish, he stepped back and watched his mother and Kathy rubbing cunts. Kathy held Sharon's ass tightly, as Sharon held hers, and they rubbed at each with loud, hot gasps.
"Ohhhh, are you trying to make me come like this?" Sharon panted. "If you are, you're doing a damn good job of it!"
"Yes!" Kathy hissed. "I want to feel your wet cunt on mine, Sharon! Ohhhh, I can feel your cunt rub mine!"
Timmy, watching his mother grinding her uplifted ass, the two cunts rubbing together, felt his cock lift with hardness, and when his balls began to tingle, he could care less who might be watching them. His only concern was to get his cock into one or the other of these two wanton females.
"Now, Kathy, come now!" Sharon cried out. "Now ... please, come with me now!"
With yelps of ecstasy, Kathy smashed her cunt hard into Sharon's, with such force that it would have driven Sharon's naked, piss-wet ass to the lawn if she had not been clutching it so tightly. Her hips gyrated in a frenzy, her cunt pressing hard into Sharon's. She gave a soft yipping sound, and her exquisite face contorted as her cunt exploded with orgasm against Sharon's vibrating, pulsing cunt.
Timmy watched them grinding their cunts together as they came, his cock standing at an angle to his stomach, his balls on fire. He wanted to push his cock between them, rub it along the lips of both cunts. Moving forward, he dipped his knees, and found when Kathy straightened up, he could get the head of his cock between them. He felt both cunts on his cock, and as Kathy grabbed for his ass with one hand, the other still clutching Sharon's ass, he began to fuck his cock back and forth, rubbing the fiery pussy lips of both.
"Oh, my God!" his mother hissed. "I wouldn't believe this if I couldn't feel it happening to us! Timmy, I can see your cock pushing between our cunts, fucking us. Oh, you're fucking both of us, baby! Fucking our cunts at the same time! Oh, nice, darling!"
"Feel his cock on your cunt, Sharon! I can feel his cock sliding on my pussy!"
But as much excitement as this was, Timmy could not maintain his knee-bending position for long. His mother was aware of this, and she pushed up on Kathy's ass. Kathy swung her leg over and stood as Sharon flipped to her hands and knees, her ass lifted in the air.
"Fuck me this way, Timmy!" Sharon whimpered. "Fuck mother this way!"
"Up your sweet ass, Mom?" Timmy grunted, getting to his knees behind her waving, succulent ass.
"Yes, up my hot ass-hole!"
Kathy, eyes glowing, watched Timmy push the head of his cock into his mother's ass-hole, listening to the excited intake of Sharon's breath. She leaned over, her fingers near the stretching pucker of Sharon's ass-hole, spreading it wide for Timmy.
With the head of his cock inside his mother's ass-hole, he said to Kathy: "Lick her ass-hole ... taste my cock inside my mom's tight ass-hole!"
Squealing softly, Kathy dipped her face, her tongue darting, swirhng about the shaft of Timmy's cock, the stretching of Sharon's ass-hole. The taste of piss sent a wild, fiery tremor through her young body as she feverishly licked at cock and ass-hole. Timmy pushed his hand to Kathy's cunt and thrust a finger into it as he began fucking his mother in the ass. Sharon, moaning, her ass-hole tingling, filled with her son's hard cock, shoved a hand to her cunt, and rubbed at it furiously, her clit straining with wonderful hardness.
"Ohhhh, Sharon, I can see his cock in your ass-hole! Ahhhh, fuck your mother in that hot ass-hole, Timmy!" Kathy cried with a hiss in her voice.
Timmy pulled his pussy-wet finger from Kathy's cunt and shoved it into Kathy's mouth. She sucked at it eagerly.
"Let's try something else," Kathy said in a hot voice, swinging her leg over Sharon's uplifted ass, spreading her pussy with her fingers. Timmy saw her cunt just above his mother's ass-hole, and knew what she wanted.
"Mom, I'm gonna fuck you both!" Timmy moaned. "I'm gonna fuck you in your ass, then shove my cock up Kathy's cunt!"
"Do it, baby!" Sharon wailed, her head and shoulders on the lawn, feeling Kathy's hot, satiny thighs clamp around her upraised hips and thighs. "Fuck her cunt, Timmy!"
Timmy didn't have much difficulty. He pulled his cock out of his mother's ass-hole, and while Kathy leaned back, her position very awkward, managed to push his cock into her furry, steaming cunt. His cock went deep enough for him to feel his balls against his mother's boiling ass-hole.
Kathy squealed as he thrust his cock in and out, and Sharon sobbed as his balls bounced off her ass-hole. Timmy grabbed Kathy's firm tits with both hands, twisting them in his excitement, making Kathy gurgle in pleasure. Her pink nipples burned into his palms, her cunt clasping his cock with wet tightness.
Kathy used one hand to help him when he pulled his cock from her pussy, wanting to keep his hands on her tits. She placed the swollen head of his cock against the crinkle of his mother's ass-hole, and Timmy shoved it into the gripping heat again.
"Ohhhh, give it to mother!" Sharon whined, her ass-hole spreading around his cock. "Fuck my ass ... fuck mother's ass! Oooooh, you feel so fucking hard and long and big up my ass-hole!"
Kathy looked down at him fucking Sharon in her ass, rubbing her dripping cunt on Sharon's smooth flesh. Her eyes burned and her cunt throbbed, and she couldn't stand just watching. She rubbed her cunt furiously, the juices dripping onto Sharon's flesh.
"Now me!" she cried out. "Fuck me now, Timmy!"
Timmy needed little encouragement. His balls were on fire and his cock was almost painfully hard. He pulled his cock out of his mother's ass-hole, and lifted it a few inches, and with a single lunge, penetrated Kathy's tight pussy quickly, banging back and forth with his balls slapping his mother's ass-hole again.
"I've got you both!" he gasped. "I can fuck both of you! I can fuck Kathy in her cunt, Mom, and you in the ass. I like this ... this is great!"
He moved his cock from cunt to ass-hole, fucking his mother in the ass, then Kathy in her cunt. His cock felt so strong that he wondered if he could keep this up all afternoon. The difference in the feeling of cunt around his cock from an ass-hole was tremendous. It was more than just fucking two eager women. It was like fucking in an entirely different way.
Despite the heat in her cunt and ass-hole, Sharon found it perversely exciting to have her son fuck her in the ass, then fuck Kathy's cunt. She was ready to take his cock deep inside her ass, and let the pucker suck his juices from his balls, but it was delicious to know that he was pushing his cock up her ass-hole while it was wet and slippery with the juices of Kathy's sweet cunt.
She was on the brink of orgasm, and began plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt as her son kept up his relentless stabbing from cunt to ass-hole.
Kathy screamed. "In me! Fuck me, Timmy! I'm going to come!"
Timmy jerked his cock out of his mother's ass-hole, and crammed it into Kathy's cunt just as she contracted with a fiery orgasm. The squeezing of her cunt on his cock brought a moan from him, and his balls, smashed on his mother's ass-hole, became tight.
"Kathy, your cunt ... you're gonna make me come!"
"My ass-hole!" Sharon shrieked. "Ohhh, my cunt ... I'm coming, too!"
Timmy, feverish, yanked his cock out of Kathy's compressing cunt and rushed it fast and hard up his mother's contracting ass-hole, the gripping sensation making him cry out. He gushed, sending a boiling spurt of come juice into his mother's fiery ass-hole, and yanked it out with great effort, only to shove it into Kathy's pulsating pussy, squirting once, then back to his mother's ass-hole. He kept thrusting his cock from ass-hole to cunt, coming inside both, before he gasped and fell away from them.
With panting breath, he watched Kathy's cunt dripping his juices as she swung her long leg over his mother's uplifted ass, and sat down on the lawn, her tits heaving up and down as she struggled to breathe.
Sharon, feeling weak, left her ass in the air, her flesh shivering as she moaned softly.
CHAPTER TEN
A few days later, Kathy told Sharon and Timmy that her father wanted very much to meet them. Sharon was quite excited about it, but Timmy still wasn't sure. Sharon knew her son wanted the four of them together, but she also knew he was afraid Kathy's father would be an interference with what he was beginning to think of as his two girls, his exclusive property.
"But Daddy isn't going to interfere, Timmy.
He-likes to watch, too, you know. You can still fuck both of us. Daddy is kind of strange sometimes. I told him I knew about his magazines, and he let me see them with him. He jacked off looking at those women pissing on men."
"You let him jack off and didn't help?" Sharon laughed.
"Of course I did," Kathy said. "Daddy came in my mouth."
"You told him you and my son pissed on me?"
Kathy nodded her head, her eyes shining brightly. "He wants us, you and me, Sharon, to piss on him, and he wants Timmy to watch us."
Timmy was still doubtful.
"Baby," his mother said, "you and I want someone to watch us fuck, someone like Kathy that knows I'm your mother, taking your cock in my mouth, my cunt, up my ass. It's so nasty, it makes my cunt hot just thinking of him watching us, then watching him fuck his daughter."
They were naked in the living room, chatting as if they were discussing the weather or some trivial incident, but both women had very hot cunts, and Timmy's cock was jerking with hardness.
Kathy began feeling Sharon's cunt and Timmy's cock. "I told him everything, and he's very anxious. Don't you want to see my daddy's cock in me, Timmy? Don't you want to see me suck him off ... and watch your mother and me piss in his face?"
Timmy finally nodded.
With squeals, Kathy and his mother both hugged him, their hands feeling and fondling his body, their wet lips kissing and sucking at his face. He sucked their tongues together, at the same time, his balls aching with fullness, his cock dripping.
He stood on the floor and watched them kneel before him, taking turns sucking his cock as they fingerfucked each other. He was seeing in his mind his mother sucking Kathy's father, his cock deep in her mouth, then in her hairy cunt and finally in her ass-hole. It sent hot shivers up and down his spine.
Without speaking, Sharon sprawled on her back, pulling Kathy over her body, her face between those satiny thighs. As her son stood watching, she spread her legs as Kathy buried her sweet face into her cunt. Her long tongue licked up and down the slit of Kathy's juicy cunt, then entered the creamy, hot lips, darting in and out. He moved to watch Kathy lapping at his mother's juicy cunt, gripping his cock tightly.
"Where can I put my cock?" he complained. "I can't get it to your ass, Mom."
Kathy lifted her face, her eyes shooting sparks of wanton pleasure. "You can put it in my ass, Timmy. You can fuck my ass while your mother and I suck cunts."
Timmy knelt behind Kathy's ass and his mother's head. Sharon pulled open the creamy ass-cheeks, her tongue licking at the hairy cunt, seeing the pink tightness of Kathy's ass-hole waiting for her son's cock. Timmy pushed the swollen head of his cock against it, and the pressure made Kathy moan into Sharon's cunt. Clutching Sharon's ass with both hands, she mouthed the juicy pussy frantically as she felt Timmy easing his cock into the tight grip of her ass-hole.
Sharon pulled her tongue away from Kathy's cunt, watching with fiery eyes as her son's cock stretched that hot-looking ring. She pulled Kathy's ass open as far as she could, then her son's balls brushed across her face as he went deep.
"Ohhhhh, fuck it!" Kathy wailed. "Oooooh, your cock is big in my ass-hole!"
Timmy lunged in and out, his balls rubbing at his mother's face as Sharon began to suck and lick Kathy's dripping cunt with fervor. The wet sounds of their tongues added fuel to Timmy's soaring passions, and he began to fuck into Kathy's ass-hole almost violently, watching her flesh ripple from the pounding of his cock. He felt his mother's wet tongue lap at his balls as well as Kathy's cunt.
Sharon sobbed with ecstasy, seeing his cock fill that tight ass-hole when he pulled back, then his balls cut off her view as they rubbed over her eyes. She sucked hard at Kathy's inflamed clit, grinding and humping her own cunt into the greedily sucking mouth of the panting young girl.
'You two make juicy sounds!" Timmy grunted, the fiery tightness of Kathy's ass-hole compressing his cock, like a mouth gnawing on it. "Kathy, your ass-hole feels like it's sucking my cock!"
With a low moan, Kathy lifted her face out of Sharon's cunt to gasp, "It is sucking your cock, Timmy! Daddy said I'm the only girl he ever fucked that had an ass-hole that could suck his cock!"
Sharon, her lips against the sweet wetness of Kathy's pussy, moaned, "Ohhhh, eat my pussy, Kathy! Ahhhh, suck my hot cunt ... I can see Timmy's cock up your pretty ass!"
Ramming her cunt into Kathy's mouth, twisting as if she were dancing, she sucked at the oozing juices, swallowing hungrily, feeling the satiny softness vibrate on her face. She touched her fingertips to the shaft of her son's cock, feeling it move in and out of Kathy's puckering ass-hole. She lifted her knees, pulling them along Kathy's body, her crotch spread open to the licking, sucking mouth of the wanton young girl. Timmy grabbed his mother's knees, and held them back, open, as he pounded faster and faster into Kathy's very tight ass-hole.
Kathy wiggled her ass as best she could, the feel of Sharon's tongue stabbing into her cunt, then the hot suction of greedy lips on her clit. She mouthed at Sharon's juicy pussy with frenzied pleasure, feeling Timmy's cock penetrate her ass-hole deeply.
Sharon moved her tongue in and out of the succulent cunt, feeling the squeezing sensation around it. Her son's balls rubbed softly, hotly, along her eyes and nose. Her fingers felt the fiery tightness of the stretching ring of Kathy's ass-hole tugging on Timmy's plunging prick. The wet sounds filled the room, the hot, heaving breathing and the heady scent of wet cunt and hard cock seemed to float about all three squirming, naked bodies.
Kathy, her screams muffled by the hot wetness banging into her mouth, began to come. The spasms ripphng through her cunt created a powerful squeezing on Timmy's cock. Sharon, sucking at the distended clit of the shivering girl, her tongue flicking rapidly at the sensitive tip, suddenly rammed her cunt as hard as she could into Kathy's mouth, and her muffled groan was enough to tell Timmy that she, too, was coming. His balls drew tight at the base of his cock, and Kathy's ass-hole grabbed him so tightly that he couldn't pull it back.
"Let go!" he cried out. "You're holding my cock too tight, Kathy!"
But there was nothing Kathy could do about it. Her spasms were strong, and Timmy could only pull back between the contractions. He grunted, his cock gushing along the velvety walls of her ass-hole.
Pulling his cock back between the contractions, he pulled it free, gushing hot come juice over the winking pink tightness, splashing into his mother's face and the rippling lips of Kathy's cunt. Sharon let out a cry, and began to lick at Kathy's cunt and ass-hole, tasting her son's spurting juices. She caught the head of her son's cock, her lips just around Timmy's piss-hole, and sucked hard as her tongue flicked against it.
Breathing heavily, Timmy slumped to the floor, watching his mother's eager tongue lap at Kathy's wet cunt and ass-hole, until Kathy could take no more, slowly falling to one side, curling up with her hands protectively between her thighs, cupping her pulsating cunt while she moaned softly.
Later, after they showered together, somehow all three fitting into the stall, they ate a light, late lunch.
"When will your father be back from this trip?" Sharon asked.
"Sometime tomorrow."
Sharon turned to her son. "Are you going to be reluctant, Timmy?"
"I'm ready, Mom," he said, grinning. "I guess I was acting like a baby, huh?"
"To be honest, you were acting like a jealous little ass-hole," she said, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. "A little jealousy is okay, but don't carry it too far. We're having fun, and we don't want anything to spoil it, do we?"
"You're right this time, Mom," he said.
Kathy grinned. "Want to piss on me now?"
"Really?" Sharon mewled.
"Didn't you know Timmy pissed in my face the other afternoon outside?"
"I wasn't sure," Sharon answered. "I was kind of involved, if you remember."
Kathy's eyes glowed. "I want both of you to piss in my face. When I pissed in Daddy's face, I saw how excited it made him, and I want to try it now. If I like it, then I'll let Daddy do it to me. But I don't want him to piss on me first, if I don't like it. He would be disappointed."
Both Sharon and her son were more than eager to let this hot-blooded young girl experience anything she wanted with them. Sharon cleared the table, and had Kathy lie across it. She climbed onto the table and spread her legs over Kathy's tits, then squatted down, her cunt inches from the pretty face, which showed only a little apprehension. Timmy stood on a chair at Kathy's head, his cock and balls arching over Kathy's face on a level with his mother's hairy cunt. Kathy spread her legs, and began to agitate her cunt as she waited for the hot rain of piss into her face. She closed her mouth and eyes.
"Piss on me," she moaned. "Piss in my face."
Timmy let go, a stream of golden piss splashing across Kathy's flushed face. With an excited mewl, Sharon spurted, her piss making a hissing sound as it came out of her pussy, drenching the girl's face.
Kathy let out a moan, and her hips jerked off the table, all four of her fingers plunging wildly into her cunt.
"Open your mouth!" Sharon cried out. "Open your cocksucking mouth, Kathy!"
Kathy's lips flew open, and Sharon and Timmy sent hot streams of piss into it, watching Kathy's mouth fill and overflow, her tongue pushing outward.
"Piss in her fucking mouth, baby!" Sharon sobbed. "Let's piss in her sweet, cocksucking mouth together!"
"Drink it, Kathy!" Timmy grunted.
With gurgling sounds, Kathy began swallowing.
Sharon lowered her cunt as her son pushed his cock down, and they both pissed hard. Kathy began to lick at the head of Timmy's pissing cock and Sharon's pissing cunt at the same time, somehow managing to work her throat to swallow. Her ass thumped up and down on the table, her cunt going through a series of muscle-shattering orgasms, one after the other, over and over, relentlessly, her whole body trembling.
Suddenly, with a shout, Timmy came, spurting come juice into Kathy's hungry mouth, and Sharon let out a shrill yelp, her cunt contracting against the head of her son's gushing cock and Kathy's tongue.
Later, Kathy said, "The first thing I'm going to do with my dad is make him piss in my mouth."
"And we're gonna watch," Timmy laughed. "That's the idea!" His mother giggled lewdly.
"Watch and see who can be the nastiest with each other, right?"
"Right!" Kathy laughed.
"Absolutely right!" Timmy shouted, waving his cock about.
