Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to repress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out into the open and act upon them?
Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In MOMMY'S HOT GOLDEN SHOWERS, Karen decides not to repress her desires and fantasies-and finds that she must suffer the consequences, while discovering ultimate happiness.
This story deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us, in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on an individual's solution. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sprawled on her back, her head half under the sink, Karen Hastings found herself seeing something that sent a jolt of excitement through her.
Above her, straddling her shoulders, her son was trying to work the faucets. She had been under the sink with unfamiliar tools, attempting to unplug the stopped-up sink. Her son, trying to help her, was not aware of his exposure.
He wore a pair of scarlet jogging shorts, and the legs looked much too wide for him. It was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear, because she could see his balls and half his cock. It had been three years since she had seen a pair of balls or a cock, and when she caught sight of her son's, something like an electrical jolt shot through her, burning at her cunt. The sudden reaction of her cunt startled her. She had not had an orgasm in so long, she had almost forgotten what one felt like.
She had not even felt that old wet heat that used to be with her all the time.
She should have taken her dress off before they attempted this chore, but she hadn't. Now, holding the heavy wrench, she felt almost breathless as she looked up between her young son's thighs. She pressed her own thighs together, feeling her clitoris swell and throb inside her panties. She was getting wet. She looked hard at her son's exposure, finding that he was almost hairless. His balls were dangling down along the left side of his jogging shorts, both of them displayed to her slightly unfocused eyes. The head of his cock drooped along with them. She saw his piss-hole, and swallowed as silently as she could. She heard him working the faucets, the water on.
"Is it still dripping, Mom?" he asked.
"No," she said, licking her lips, her eyes burning on his balls and cock. "I mean, yes, it is."
It was a lie. She and her son had, by pure accident, since they didn't know what they were doing, managed to repair the sink. But if she told him, he would move, and she wanted to look longer at his cock and balls.
He turned off the water and started to step back.
"Stay there, honey," she said, her voice husky. "Stay right where you are until I say it's okay to move."
She banged at the pipes with the heavy wrench, but she was looking up at his crotch. If she could keep him standing there long enough, Karen felt the sight would make her come.
"You're making a lot of noise, Mom."
"I know," she said, her voice shaking. "I can't help it. Stay where you are. I think we're fixing it."
She banged some more, gazing at him, her cunt bubbling with wetness now. She felt the juices of her cunt soaking through the crotch of her panties, making the insides of her thighs slippery. She squirmed her ass against the floor, fighting to choke back the soft moans from this crazy excitement.
She drew her knees up, glancing at them. Her skirt slipped over her thighs, almost to her hips. She swung her knees open, then pressed them together, striving to enjoy an orgasm. Her son shifted his feet, and the slight movement of his cock and balls almost made her whimper out loud. She licked her lips again, her head starting to lift upward until she caught herself. She was no longer banging at the pipes, but gazing up between his thighs as she squeezed her own thighs tightly.
"What are you doing now, Mom?" he called. "Is it fixed?"
"Almost," she said, her voice a whisper, and took a feeble swing at a pipe. "I've almost got it. Be still."
But her son shoved his ass back and looked down at her from the edge of the kitchen sink. "Why do I have to stand here?"
"Because . . . " Her eyes had followed his movement, and she could just barely see his balls now, not his cock. "Because, what I see is . . . is lovely."
Billy, suddenly, understood what his mother was looking at.
He blushed, and stepped away from her. Karen's eyes smoldered up at him, and, when Billy glanced at her exposed thighs, she writhed her ass, not shoving her skirt back over her legs. With a deep breath, she sat up, placing the wrench on the floor. "You see if you can spot any dripping, honey."
She stood up, smoothing her dress over her thighs. Billy was looking at her strangely, and she shivered.
Her cunt continued to throb inside her now-wet panties, her clitoris pushing against the nylon.
Billy dropped to the floor and shoved his head part way under the sink. Immediately, Karen stepped over him, straddled over his chest as he had done with her. She stood there, her hands gripping the sink, waiting to get her son's response.
Billy stared up his mother's long thighs, under her dress, seeing the tight fit of his mother's panties. He could see the way her ass swelled and best of all, her cunt mound inside the panties. A few dark hairs escaped the tight crotch. His cock stiffened as he stared. Karen stood there for a long time without speaking, and she bounced the cheeks of her ass teasingly.
"Do you see it, honey?" she asked, her voice throaty. "Do you see it now?"
"I see, Mom," he said, his voice hoarse. "I mean any dripping?"
"No dripping, Mom," he replied. "But I see . . . "
"I know what you see," Karen gasped as her cunt almost convulsed. "I know what you see. Do you . . . do you like it?"
"Gosh, Mom!"
"Not gosh," Karen said, giggling. "Gash!"
She felt a flush creep over her face. She didn't know what had made her say that. She had never been one to use such words. She didn't care for such words. She didn't mind pussy or cunt, but somehow words like gash and quim and so on did nothing for her.
Billy didn't know what to say. He had never heard his mother say anything like that, but hearing her sent his balls into a throbbing heat. His cock was pushing up against his red jogging shorts, and he didn't know what to do about it. Karen straightened up, looking down at her son's face. Her eyes were smoldering, her full lips slightly parted. She licked them, and lifted her dress away from her body. She twisted her ass slowly, and looked back and down at his shorts.
"Is that a hard-on, Billy?"
"Mom, what's . . . "
"Is that a hard-on I see?"
Billy blushed, and moved his hands to his cock, trying to hide his prick from her.
"Let me see it!" Karen hissed, turning around, but keeping her feet straddling him. "Let me see that hard-on."
Billy moved his hands. His cock strained at the shorts, a wet spot showing where the prickhead pushed against them. Karen whimpered, her cunt throbbing in desire, her palms itching to hold her son's hard cock.
Since her son seemed too shy to expose his cock to her, Karen felt it best not to rush him. Besides, what she was feeling was frightening to her. She wanted his cock badly, inside her cunt. It had been three long years since she had felt a cock up her pussy. Now, seeing her son's prick so deliciously hard, the urge was almost impossible to resist.
She turned again, stepping from him, but not so far away he couldn't still see under her dress. He couldn't see her panties any longer, only her slim thighs. Karen gazed at her son's cock for a long moment, watching his prick throb inside his shorts, the wet spot growing. Billy looked up at her, wondering what was happening, just as excited as his mother, and just as frightened.
"Would you like to . . . like to see more?" she whispered, unable to stop herself.
Billy nodded his head, licking his lips, not trusting his voice.
Karen stepped over his head again, leaning her hot palms on the rim of the sink. She closed her eyes, feeling her son staring hotly between her legs, at the crotch of her panties. She wished he would shove his hand up there, touch her, feel her up, but Billy wouldn't do anything like that unless she told him.
She slowly lifted her dress, just enough to hook a finger into the crotch of her panties.
Karen took a deep breath, knowing if she exposed her cunt to her son, there would be no turning back.
She slipped her finger into the tight crotch, pausing. Billy was holding his breath as he stared. Slowly Karen pulled at her panties, and listened to her son gasp hotly. She exposed her puffy cunt to him, her legs shaking as she held her panties to one side. She closed her eyes, trying to keep her breathing under control.
Billy was moaning softly as he gazed excitedly at his mother's cunt. The hair swirled along the pink, wet-looking cuntlips, and his cock felt as if he was going to come off right in his shorts.
"No more, Mom!" he groaned.
"You don't want to see anymore?" she asked, disappointed.
"I . . . I might.. I can't take anymore, Mom!"
Her pulse raced. "You might come?" she asked in a whispery voice. "Is that it, honey? Can you come, baby? Can you squirt . . . like a man?"
"I'm about to already!" Billy pleaded. "Please, Mom, I don't wanna . . . "
Karen moaned, scooting her ass back to look down into her son's face. "You can, Billy? You can come?"
Billy, his face showing his embarrassment, nodded his head.
Karen looked behind her, seeing his cock pushing hard against his shorts. The wet spot was very big now. She didn't want to think of what she was doing. She felt driven. She breathed heavily as she scooted her feet toward his hips, still holding the crotch of her panties to one side. She stared down into her son's face as she began to bend her knees. Billy grunted, his small body starting to shake.
"Don't talk," she whispered in a thick voice. "Just don't say anything, honey."
She squatted above him, her dress concealing her crotch, but showing most of her creamy, slim thighs.
Using her other hand, Karen scooted her son's shorts off his cock. She didn't touch his prick, grab the way she wanted, to feel that hot hardness. Instead, she shifted her crotch until she felt the swollen head of his cock brush along the satiny flesh of her cunt lips. Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly slipped her cunt over the head of her son's cock.
"Mom!" Billy groaned, his eyes wobbling.
"Hush!" Karen hissed, almost in anger. "Don't talk! Don't say one fucking word, Billy!"
Billy's blush became brighter when she said that. But Karen was beyond caring about shyness. The head of his cock inside her cunt was about to make her come already. After three years, three long years, her cunt was boiling. She needed that hardness. She held her breath, her eyes glazed as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She was surprised to find her son's cock big enough to fill her pussy, to make those sensitive cunt lips stretch and tingle. Her clitoris bulged out almost painfully, throbbing as much as his cock was. She pressed her pussy down tightly, and sat there for a long, breathless moment. The feel of her son's cock inside her cunt was fantastic, a feeling she had almost forgotten.
"Mom?" Billy ventured, his fists tight at his sides.
"I said don't say anything!" she hissed. "Not one fucking word, damn it! Just shut up, Billy!"
Tears formed in her eyes, tears of ecstasy, but tears of shame, too. She couldn't help herself, couldn't stop what she was doing with her son. His cock burned and throbbed and filled her pussy, and the sensations caused her cunt to grip and flex, to squeeze the base of his prick. She moaned softly, her tits pushing at her bra, feeling as if they would burst through. Her nipples felt harder than they ever had.
Her stomach rippled as she shivered on top of her son.
"I have to, Billy!" she suddenly groaned. "I have to do it! Oh, God, I can't stop myself! I have to!"
She lifted her ass, her cunt pulling up on his cock, holding tightly. She lifted all the way, almost puffing off him, but stopping just before his cock came out. then, with a twist of her hips, she plunged down hard, fucking herself onto the cock with a loud moan.
Billy tried to look under her dress, to see her cunt fucking on his cock, but Karen prevented him from seeing her. Why, she couldn't have said. She wasn't holding her panties now, but cupped both her knees. She had her eyes closed as she began to bounce, gasping and mewling. She twisted her dancing ass in tight, screwing motions, her cunt fucking her son's cock faster and faster. The juicy sounds drifted to her ears, and she drew her hands to her tits, closing her fingers about the shapely thrusts. Billy grunted with the pounding of his mother's fiery cunt, wondering what he was supposed to do. The feeling of his mother's hot cunt around his cock made him think he would have blisters by the time it was over.
"Oh, God. Oh, God!" Karen whimpered, fucking up and down on his cock, squeezing brutally at her tits.
"Ohhh, Billy! Oh, my baby!"
Billy began to pound his fists against the floor, gritting his teeth. He was about to come, and he was afraid to. He wasn't blushing any longer, but he still didn't know what was expected of him. What was happening to him was something he had never dreamed would happen, at least not for a few more years. He had listened to the talk of his friends at school, how good it felt to stick a cock inside a cunt. He had listened to the vivid descriptions of those boys who knew, or said they knew. But none of the descriptions about a hot, wet cunt fit this. This was better than anything he had heard, and he wondered if those boys had been lying all the time.
Karen was moaning hotly, tears streaming down her lovely face. Her eyes were tight, her lips compressed. She danced her ass up and down with wilder thrusts now, her cunt bubbling toward an orgasm. She stopped digging at her tits, and was clutching her knees once more. She had never fucked a man in this position before, and found it delightful. She could control the depth of Billy's cock, twist the way she wanted. She found it not only delicious, but intensely erotic to be fucking on top.
"Billy! Ohhh, God, Billy!" she cried, slamming down hard on his cock, grinding her ass back and forth.
"I'm . . . oh, God, this is going to make me come, Billy! Ooooh, my baby, my darling, you're going to make mother come!"
"Mom!" he choked.
"Yes, yes!" she answered. "It's okay, darling! My God, it's okay!"
Billy didn't understand, didn't know what his mother meant. All he knew was his cock was about to explode, that he was about to come and knew he couldn't hold it back.
Karen whipped her ass up and down, her skirt fluttering now, giving Billy peeks at her panties, if he had been able to focus his eyes.
"Oh . . . ohhh, honey!" she sobbed, twisting her cunt up and down frantically, fucking his cock with wild plunges. "Baby, honey, darling! Ooooh, I'm about to come! I can't stand it, Billy!"
Karen's cunt contracted into hot, bubbling orgasm. She smashed her cunt down hard onto him, his prick as deep as it would go, the hairy cuntlips crushing at the base. The spasms of his mother's cunt were impossible for him, and he groaned, screwing his young face up into a mask of agonized torment.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Karen screeched mindlessly, her cunt clamping tightly about his cock.
Billy lost his struggle.
Come juice flew from his piss-hole, splashing along the satiny walls of his mother's devouring cunt. This rapid squirting of his creamy come juice sent her pussy into the clutches of an even more powerful orgasm, and she found herself for the first time in her life, coming time and again. She had only heard of multiple orgasms before, but never experienced them. Now, she didn't think she'd ever stop coming.
Her cunt sucked at her son's spurting cock.
Her actions prevented Billy from moving, and all he could do was writhe, filling his mother's cunt with come juice time and again, his young balls draining. It seemed to go on forever, but slowly Karen became still. She sat atop her son, her eyes still closed, her cheeks wet with tears, her cunt throbbing on his relaxing cock. A shudder went through her, then she lifted herself, his prick falling from her pussy, the crotch of her panties sliding across the puffy cuntlips by themselves, covering them.
She stood on shaking legs, tucking her dress between her thighs and looking down at his once-again blushing face.
She smiled tenderly. "It's okay, darling," she whispered. "It's okay."
She left her son on the kitchen floor, his cock still showing, but she didn't look back at him. Billy stayed where he was for a long time, then slowly stood and went to his room.
CHAPTER TWO
Leaning back in her tub, Karen wondered what had gotten into her.
Seeing her son's cock and balls above her had done it, she knew. She had never been unusually erotic before, and she was puzzled by her behavior. She had never felt any cock except her husband's. She had married him as a virgin, and their sex life had not been anything to shout about. Still, she had enjoyed the feel of his cock throbbing inside her cunt. She had wanted to try fucking in different positions as the marriage progressed, but had been too shy to discuss this with her husband. Therefore, she had never been fucked except with her husband on top, between her thighs. That was all gone now. Today, fucking her son, had been a first for her, in more ways than one.
Karen swished the fragrant bubbles about her tits, knowing she wanted to feel more, to come more, to fuck her son again. She wasn't sure what Billy thought about it, what he was thinking about now, but she wanted him, wanted his cock time and again inside her cunt. She had felt some of her old shyness return, and had left her son on the floor of the kitchen, puzzled and looking slightly ashamed of what they had done. She knew she should have said something to him other than it was okay, but she couldn't, not then. She wished her son would be bold enough to come into her bathroom while she lay in the tub, naked, and look at her. She needed him to be bold, a little more aggressive. She had never been aggressive herself, especially not in taking the initiative in sex. But Billy was so young, she thought.
He didn't know anything about fucking. Probably all he did was jerk off, she told herself, dreaming of some pretty little girl, of the day when he could feel the ecstasy of a hot, wet cunt wrapped about his cock.
Well, she thought, he's been fucked all right.
She pulled the plug and climbed from the tub. The full mirror on one side of her bathroom caught her reflection. Karen stared at herself, seeing her full, rounded tits, almost pointy. They were not quite pear-shaped, with very long nipples and large circles. Her hair was not red and not brown, but somewhere in between, shining and healthy. Her eyes were spaced wide, slightly almond shaped, green with a smoldering expression in them. Her nose was small and her mouth was full and wide. She was not unusually tall, but a bit taller than average. Her stomach was still flat, her waist narrow. She had very good hips and luscious thighs. They were long and straight, and her flesh was honey-colored, very smooth to touch. Being somewhat willowy, yet with shapely tits, hips and ass, she could still stand up with the current fashion models and be proud of her body.
Turning, she looked over her shoulder at her ass. The asscheeks were sweetly shaped, with a deep, warm, inviting split between them. Most women, she knew, in their early thirties, were starting to sag, but not her. Her ass was as tight and shapely as a teenager's. Facing the mirror again, she saw the shape of her pussy hair, thick and lush, a bit darker than the hair on her head. It formed a flawless fan-shape, growing out toward her hips, narrowing between her thighs.
Feeling the sudden urge to piss, she moved back to the toilet, sitting down. But before she began, Karen was shocked by a sudden thought that entered her mind. She glanced at the door of the bathroom to make sure it was closed. She felt her face turn hot with what she was thinking. Something was happening to her, something very strange indeed.
The mirror faced across from the toilet, and, seeing the pink color of her beautiful face, Karen parted her knees, unable to resist the thought. She spread her knees wide, lifting her ass from the toilet. She could see the pink flesh of her cunt, the hair parting. The tip of her clitoris was exposed, and she breathed deeply.
Then, feeling naughty, Karen began to piss.
She watched the golden stream spray from her cunt, over the edge of the toilet and splash onto the bathroom floor.
"Oh, God!" she cried softly, pissing hard. "Oh, God!"
The sheer erotic aspect of what she was doing came very close to causing Karen's cunt to blow apart with an orgasm. Her eyes clouded with exquisite sensation as she pulled upward on her cunt, causing the stream of piss to arch higher. She could almost see it spurting from the tiny hole in her cunt.
Playfully, Karen began to smash the hairy lips of her cunt tightly, then pull them apart. The quick spurting of her piss across the toilet seat sent ripples of delicious excitement rumbling through her body.
Sliding two fingers along her clitoris, Karen spread her cunt wide, making a soft hiss as she leaned down, watching the hot, golden piss spray out of her cunt.
Slipping her other hand down, Karen started to move her fingers into the stream, and hesitated. She looked up guiltily, but the door was still closed, of course. She looked at herself in the wall mirror, seeing her cunt gushing hot piss. She sucked in a deep breath, and moved her fingers into the stream. The hot wetness splashed along her fingers, then into her palm. Karen began to gasp heavily with the perverse excitement that sent her flesh to shivering. She felt strange, but very excited.
As the piss slowed, she moaned, wanting to keep pissing. It was not so much the act of pissing, but the way she was doing it that excited her, feeling pee on her hand, watching pee gush out of her hairy cunt.
That was the excitement. She remained sitting there for a while, gazing at her reflection in the wall mirror. Beads of piss sparkled on her pussy hair, and even that excited her. Although she had seen the hair of her cunt wet many times, after a shower or bath, this was different, much different. This was piss
... golden, hot, exciting piss.
As she dressed, Karen knew there could be no turning back.
Not with her son.
For one thing, Billy would not let her stop. Now that she had aggressively fucked him, sat right down on his beautiful young cock, fucked him with those wild movements, took his come juice into her cunt. No, Billy would want more of her pussy, more of her. There was no way she could stop, refuse him, refuse herself now. As exciting as it had been in the toilet, alone and out of sight, Karen knew it would be even more exciting with her son.
Sliding into a becoming house dress that cupped and outlined her firm tits, she brushed her hair. The top of her house dress was tight to the waist, with the skirt flaring away from her hips and hanging to her knees. Finished with her hair, she pulled on a pair of skimpy panties, sliding them up her slender thighs and snapping the elastic about her hips. Shoving her feet into leather sandals, she left her room.
Billy was sitting at the bar in the kitchen, eating a sandwich and drinking a glass of milk. He had not showered, nor changed his shorts. His hair, she noticed, hung near his eyes. He was forever needing a haircut, she thought with affection. He glanced at her as she entered, but said nothing. She watched a slow flush creep over his young face as he ducked his head to his sandwich. She knew he felt shy, didn't know what to say to her now. She moved close to him, putting an arm around his shoulders, hugging him against her stomach.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, honey," she said softly, hugging him. "It's okay, Billy. Please, don't feel shy about it."
Billy flung his arms about her, hugging into her soft stomach. She heard him take a deep breath, but what thrilled her was the way he hugged as tight as he could.
"That's better, baby," she whispered softly. She ran her hand through his hair, smoothing it over his head. She then cupped his face, to look into his eyes. She saw her son's eyes sparkling.
Karen leaned down, and kissed him. At first she was going to simply press her lips to his, but the contact sparked something inside her. She pressed her lips harder upon her son's mouth, and felt him clutch her waist hard. With a moan, she writhed her lips against his, trying to keep from thrusting her tongue out.
Her tongue, though, came from her lips and moved lightly, at first, across his. Then, moaning deep in her throat, Karen shoved her tongue into her son's mouth. She heard Billy gasp, but, as she twisted and licked into his mouth, he returned the pleasure by swirling his tongue about hers.
She pulled her face from him, gazing into his eyes. She saw the hunger there, the desire, but she also saw him hesitate. She smiled softly at first, then wider. Soon she was grinning lewdly down at him, her own eyes taking on a smoldering wetness. Glancing down into his lap, she saw his cock pushing against his red shorts. Playfully, she flicked her fingertip across the bulging cockhead.
"Nice, honey," she murmured. "Very nice."
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said. "I can't help it."
"Don't be sorry," she replied, her voice throaty as she stared at his cock. "Don't ever be sorry because you get a hard-on, Billy. You can't help getting hard, and I can't help it if it's me that causes you to get hard."
He lowered his eyes shyly, but she cupped his chin and lifted his face to hers again.
"You want me," she said in a whispery voice.
"That's understandable, Billy. I mean, what we did in the kitchen, you think . . . well, I know it's me that makes you hard. I'm not ashamed of that. I'm proud you think I'm beautiful, that you want me again."
She rested her hands on his shoulders, feeling her son shaking. He didn't dip his head again, though, but looked her squarely in the eyes. Karen flicked a fingertip across the swollen head of his cock, only this time she dragged her finger lingeringly across, circling the bulge. She looked him straight in the eyes as she hooked a finger into his shorts and pulled the leg to one side, causing his cock to lurch free. Billy gasped as she stared down at his prick.
Without saying anything, Karen ran her hands to her son's wrists. She lifted them, placing his hands on her hips for a moment, then moved them around and pushed his palms against the cheeks of her shapely ass. She heard her son moan, and impulsively shoved his hands down her thighs, along her skirt to her knees. Then, when his hands were on her knees, she lifted them, still holding his wrists. Billy's hands moved under her skirt, up along the smooth flesh of her naked thighs.
Billy was hardly breathing as he felt his mother's hot skin. He was staring at the strain of her tits now, seeing her nipples molded by the tight dress. He felt his fingers touch the edges of his mother's panties.
And so did Karen. She shivered as he placed her hands on the back of his, pressing his palms against her hips. Her skirt had been lifted with his hands, and Billy lowered his eyes to her thighs.
Karen made panting sounds, her eyes beginning to glaze as she felt hunger inside her body. She shoved her son's hands to her ass again, curling his fingers about her tight asscheeks, only her thin panties stopping him. His cock jerked in tightness as she gazed. The cockhead was smooth, swollen, and his piss-hole seemed to flex. When she removed her hands from his, Billy left his palms cupping her ass. Karen began to open the back of her dress, her legs starting to shake with anticipation.
With a quick motion, she pulled her dress to her waist, sliding her arms from it. Her tits rose in creamy beauty, her dark-pink nipples swollen and stiff. Billy's eyes almost came out of his head. Cupping his face once more, Karen drew her son's mouth to her tits.
"Suck," she whispered huskily.
With a gasp of excitement, Billy pulled one of his mother's rubbery nipples into his mouth, sucking as his tongue fluttered. Karen let out a sharp, delighted cry, and crushed her son's face into her tit. The tingling ecstasy of his suction rumbled down her body to her cunt, and she felt the hairy pussy lips pull inward as her clitoris bulged out. She felt her son clutch her pantied ass while he pulled her tit deep into his hot, wet mouth.
"Ooooh, you could almost make me come!" she moaned. "I think you could suck mother's tit long enough to make me come, darling."
She gently pushed his head back, his lips pulling from her tit with a soft wet sound. She looked down at his cock again, seeing his prickshaft swelling up in hardness. She leaned down and closed her fingers around her son's cock, squeezing very hard. Billy whimpered and clutched his mother's ass as tight as he could.
"God, I want it!" Karen cried softly. "I need it, Billy! Oh, baby, I need your cock so much!"
Her fist pumped up and down, jacking his cock almost frantically, pulling up hard, then pressing at the base.
With a cry, she turned him loose, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. She moved quickly, tugging him with her. She was going to take him to her bedroom, but her urgency didn't let her get any farther than the living room. She jerked her skirt to her waist as she sat on the couch, spreading her legs wide. Her tits kept swelling up with firmness, her nipples very hard. She pulled her son between her parted thighs, jerking at the crotch of her panties with one hand, pulling at his cock with the other.
"Do it to me, Billy!" she sobbed. "Hurry, darling! Shove it in me hard and fast! Oh, baby, give mother your cock! Give me that big, beautiful cock now! Rain it up mother's cunt, Billy!"
Again Billy didn't have time to see his mother's cunt. What he had time for was to brace himself as his mother stuffed the swollen head of his cock into her fiery cunt and lunge her hips upward. His cock sank all the way into her wet pussy, and Karen cried out with the instant filling. She grabbed his hips and jerked him into her crotch, arching her own high.
"Fuck me!" she hissed, her eyes glazed in desperate passion. "Fuck me hard, baby! Ohhh, God, fuck mother!"
This time Billy could move.
He couldn't see his mother's cunt, but he could see the glossy hair where she had pulled her panties to one side. He stood there banging away, not knowing what to do with his hands. Karen slapped her ass up and down, twisting and grinding, moaning with rapture. Moist sounds drifted up from her cunt, sounds that Karen found delicious. She twisted her ass violently, managing at the same time to thrust her cunt onto his pounding cock.
Through her whirling passion, she grabbed for his hands and pulled them against her naked tits.
"Squeeze them!" she pleaded, straining her cunt hard onto his cock. "Squeeze my tits!"
She tossed her head about, sobbing with the stretching sweetness of her cunt. She humped her ass swiftly, mindless to anything but the boiling, consuming ecstasy she felt. With her son squeezing her tits by himself now, she grabbed his hips and pulled him into her spreading thighs, his cock reaching deep into her gripping cunt.
"Ohhh! Ohhh, yes!" she gurgled, her eyes slitted with moist heat. "So good, Billy! Ahhh, you're so hard in me! Fuck it, darling! Ohh, my God . . . fuck me! Fuck me fast, baby! Fuck me hard and fast! Oh, my cunt is burning ... so wet, so hot! Pound mother's cunt!"
The plunging of his cock smashed the puffy lips of her pussy and clitoris, making Karen tremble with increasing passion. Her ass danced up and down, churning with his stroking frenzy. Almost out of her mind with rapture, Karen opened her thighs as wide as she could, her fingers clawing at her hairy twat.
She pulled the pussy lips wide, and now Billy saw his mother's cunt. But he was so excited with the wet heat closing about his cock, he couldn't focus his eyes clearly.
"Oh, baby, baby!" Karen kept sobbing. "Give it to me! Give that hard cock to me, darling! Fuck me, Billy!
Fuck mother! Fuck mother's wet pussy! Bang my hot cunt . . . fuck me, fuck me!"
Karen wasn't prepared for her orgasm. There was no build up, no drawn-out sensation of exquisite ecstasy.
She suddenly came.
A screech boiled from her throat as she rammed her cunt hard onto her son's cock, the hairy lips of her cunt gripping and squeezing as her orgasm convulsed. She screamed again, grinding frantically onto him, the lips of her cunt crushed against the base of his cock. Her hands were desperately trying to get his shorts off, but the only way that could happen would be for him to take his cock out of her. And that Karen didn't want.
Billy dug hard into his mother's tits, feeling her cunt grip and suck at his cock. He could feel the waving motions of those inner muscles, the tightness of her cuntlips. His balls were tight now, very tight. He twisted at his mother's nipples, pulling and stretching them. Karen cried with the sharp, but exciting pain in her tits, her cunt rumbling through a long, long orgasm. She held her son deep until the spasms began to fade.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered. "That was fast! I came before I knew it."
Billy started to pull his cock out of her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, grabbing his hips to prevent him from pulling out. "You haven't come, honey! Don't take your cock out until you come!"
"I can come?" he asked.
"Just like in the kitchen," she gurgled, twisting her hips again. "Don't ever take your cock out of me until you come, Billy. I want to feel you come inside me."
"You can feel it?"
"I can feel everything!" Karen replied breathlessly. She squirmed her crotch against him, feeling his cock throbbing. "Fuck me some more. I'll come again, too!"
Billy wasn't shy now. What he felt was too good for him to remain shy. His mother's cunt boiled wetly around his prick as he began to fuck into her again.
"Ohh, yes! That's it, darling!"
Billy fucked his cock in and out, his mother churning her ass to meet him. His legs shook as he fucked her, his eyes turned glassy again. He kept staring down at her, seeing her dress about her waist, her panties drawn to one side, most of her pussy hair showing. He could see, now, the pink lips of her cunt as he fucked his cock in and out. He was so excited he didn't know how much longer he would last.
"Do you like it, darling?" she hissed. "Do you love to fuck mother?"
"Yes!" he gasped.
Karen humped her ass upward, grinding onto his cock with wicked pleasure. While her son fucked his prick in and out of her pussy, she clutched at her tits, cupping them in her hands, feeling her own hard nipples bore into her palms. She pressed her tits together, her, nipples almost touching, her tongue moving about her lips.
"I'm about to come, Mom!" Billy moaned.
"Oh, baby, yes!" she choked hotly. "Come for mother! Come in mother's cunt! I want to feel your cock squirting into my pussy!"
Billy shoved his cock hard into his mother's cunt, his legs shaking and his balls aching. He twisted his young face as agonizing ecstasy swelled inside his young body. Karen felt his cock throb in the gripping tightness of her cunt. The rumbling of more orgasms boiled inside her crotch, and she cried out as the pleasure grew.
"Now!" she shouted.
Her cunt grabbed at his cock, sucking on the base.
Billy grunted.
Boiling come juice gushed from his cock, spraying the velvety lining of her greedy cunt. Squirt after squirt splashed into her cunt, and, even though Karen was caught up in a tremendous orgasm of her own, she felt each spurt. Her son's cock filling her pussy enhanced her own orgasm. The spasms became strong, very strong. She whipped her cunt about in tight circles on her son's cock, screaming with the intensity of her orgasm. Karen closed her hot thighs about her son's hips, scissoring them. She strained her hairy cunt hard onto his cock as he spurted time and again.
Billy became weak, and made an attempt to pull his cock from his mother's clutching pussy, but Karen pulled at his arms, drawing her son down on top of her. She hugged him, her thighs holding him so his cock remained inside her pussy. Although she was no longer coming, her cunt wouldn't stop twitching about his prick.
Billy rested on top of her, gasping for air. He felt her cunt holding his cock almost gently, but tightly.
"That was fantastic, Billy," Karen breathed, stroking his back, her fingers sliding underneath his shorts to fondle his young ass. "That was very, very good. Did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, Mom," he panted. "It was . . . terrific!"
"Do you like to fuck me?"
"Yes! Oh, yes, Mom!"
"Want to fuck me again?" she whispered. "Fuck me again and again and again?"
"Mom, I want to fuck you all the time!"
Karen laughed with delight, squeezing him with her thighs as she gripped his young asscheeks.
A warmth was felt between them, and, for a moment, Karen didn't know what it was. Then, suddenly, she gasped, pushing at her son.
"Oh, my God! I'm . . . honey, I didn't mean to . . . "
She squeezed her cunt muscles, stopping the unexpected spurt of piss. But it was too late. She had been pissing a few moments before she was aware of what the warmth meant. Her panties were drenched and so was one side of her son's jogging shorts. Her piss was on his balls and running down one of his legs. She pushed him away, his cock pulling out of her pussy. As his prick came free, so did a quick gush of piss, splashing over the tip of his cock.
Billy giggled as he stepped back, looking between his mother's thighs.
But Karen, feeling embarrassed, shoved her skirt down quickly and sat up, her face blushing.
"I . . . that's never happened before," she whispered with shame.
She pushed her skirt between her thighs, then closed them. Her son stood a few feet away, his cock and balls showing.
"I got you all wet, Billy," she said, her voice quivering with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, honey."
"It's okay, Mom."
CHAPTER THREE
Karen took a quick shower and, while her son showered, she considered what had happened.
Never in her life had she pissed in such a way. Not even by accident. It had never entered her mind to piss, not with a cock inside her cunt. It had happened without her being aware until too late. But, despite her initial embarrassment, she knew it had excited her. She hadn't known a girl could piss with a cock inside her cunt, but she knew now. She dressed in shorts and a sleeveless blouse, again without a bra or panties this time. Her son was no longer shy, it seemed, and that pleased her. She didn't mind being aggressive with him at first, but she wanted a chance to be passive, too.
Her shorts hugged her shapely ass tightly, outlining the cheeks to perfection. She seldom wore them, always feeling she was showing more than she should. But they weren't any tighter than those shorts other women and girls wore. The lower cheeks of her ass were teasingly exposed, and her cunt was outlined by the tight crotch. The seam of the crotch pulled into her pussy slit and smashed upon her clitoris, exciting her.
As she stepped into the hallway from her room, she saw her son just then coming out of the hall bathroom.
Billy was naked.
Her hand went to her throat as her eyes took on a hot gleam, then lowered immediately to his cock and balls. His cock was half hard, she noticed right away. She grinned at him as Billy stood looking at her.
"Now, that's what I call beautiful," Karen said in a soft voice.
"What's beautiful, Mom?" he asked, showing no evidence of his earlier shyness. "My cock?"
"Oh, yes!" she replied throatily. "Your cock, your balls . . . every inch of you is beautiful."
As she looked at him, his prick swelled, arching upward. Her eyes smoldered. She couldn't understand how her son was getting hard again. She had fucked him twice in about three hours, and there his cock was, swelling up again. It was one thing, she thought swiftly, to fuck her son once, and it was another thing to fuck him again shortly after. But to have him standing in the hallway, fresh from his shower, with his cock hardening again was surprising to her. She hadn't known a man could get hard so often after draining his balls. Her husband never had managed such a thing, not that she knew of, anyway.
"Oh, my," she mewled.
Billy grinned at her, standing still as his cock lifted upward, becoming hard.
"You like my hard-on, Mom?" he asked proudly.
"Baby, I love your hard-on," she said hoarsely. "I had no idea you could become so hard, so soon."
"It's okay, isn't it, Mom?"
"Okay? Honey, you can get hard anytime you feel like!" she gurgled. "In fact, I'd love it if you stayed hard all the time."
"Will you let me fuck you again, Mom?"
"Fuck me again and again and again!" she moaned, feeling her cunt turn hot and wet all over again. "Just looking at you, at your hard cock, makes mother's cunt wet."
"Can I see your cunt?" Billy asked, his voice shaking, his cock jerking with hardness.
His balls dangled below, totally devoid of hair. There was a darkening tuft of hair at the base of his cock, something that seemed very exciting to Karen. Her husband had been very hairy, even his balls. Some women were turned on by hairiness, especially hairy balls, but not Karen. She didn't care that much for hair.
Billy asked again, "Can I see your cunt?"
Karen nodded, hardly hearing her son's request. Her eyes were smoldering on his cock and balls, her tongue licking at her lips. There was something very strange going on inside her mind. Seeing her son's cock caused her throat to become dry and tight, but then her mouth was watery, too. She was wondering what it would he like to have his cock inside her mouth, how hot his prick would feel on her tongue. Her husband had, once, asked her if she would take his cock into her mouth, but the very thought had shocked her. She had told him she would never put his prick in her mouth, her reasoning being that he pissed with his cock.
But the desire to taste her son's cock was powerful, almost overwhelming her senses. She could almost feel the hard hotness between her lips now as she stared.
"When can I see your cunt, Mom?" Billy asked.
Karen lifted her eyes to his face. "When can you see my cunt?" she asked, actually hearing him for the first time clearly. "You want to see mother's cunt, do you?"
"Oh, yes, Mom," he moaned softly, taking his cock in his fist.
Karen was looking at his prick again, but now she was moving. She moved toward him slowly, her hands caressing her body suggestively, eyes burning on his cock and balls. She approached him, then stopped, shoving his hand off his cock and taking his prick in her own hand. She pumped a few times, then bent her knees, squatting before him. His cock was level with her face, and she pulled a tight fist toward the swollen cockhead, watching the liquid bubble out of his piss-hole. Billy looked down at her, watching her, waiting for her to do whatever she had in mind. Despite the talk he had heard at school, he had heard nothing about blow jobs, so that didn't enter his mind.
"Oh, baby!" Karen whispered throatily. And with a quickness that startled her son, she shot her tongue out and licked at his piss-hole. As soon as she tasted the slippery juices dripping from his cock, her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned hotly and buried her face into his cock and balls, wrapping her arms around his naked hips.
"What are you doing, Mom?" Billy asked, surprised to find his mother's face pressing against his cock and balls.
Karen didn't reply. She didn't even hear him.
She began to smear wet kisses about his cock and balls, pushing her lips tightly against the throbbing prickshaft, then down onto his precious balls. She tasted the scalding heat of his cock and balls on her lips, and darted her tongue out. She licked at his cock, racing her tongue up and down the prickshaft, then onto his balls, flicking them about. She purred softly as she tasted him.
Closing her eyes, with her arms wrapped about his hips, her hands clutching his young asscheeks, Karen nuzzled passionately into his crotch, inhaling the heady scent. She kissed along his thighs, darting the tip of her tongue out to taste his flesh. She brushed her cheek against his cock. Then her lips moved up and down the prickshaft. Her fingers squeezed his ass while Billy stared down in surprise at what his mother was doing to him.
"I have to do it, Billy!" she sobbed, looking up at him, pressing her chin against his cock. "I've got to suck it, honey!"
"You wanna suck my cock, Mom?" he asked, his eyes huge. "You mean, in your mouth?"
"Ohhh, yes! I want it in my mouth! I want to suck it! I want to suck your cock so much, darling!"
With a cry of feverish hunger, Karen closed her lips around the head of her son's cock. The filling of her mouth excited her. She held the swollen cockhead just behind the ridge, her lips tight. She swished her tongue about the prickhead, feeling the smoothness, licking up the dripping juices. She closed her eyes with ecstasy, her fingers tight on the cheeks of his ass, pulling him forward slowly. The hardness of his cock moved deeper into her mouth, stretching her tight, wet lips. She thrilled to the hotness, the hardness inside her mouth.
Billy's legs shook as he stared down at her, watching his cock sliding between her lips. The wet heat of his mother's mouth was about to make him come, and he didn't want to come, not in her mouth. It was strange enough to him that his mother was sucking his cock; she wanted to suck it, but if he came in her mouth, he didn't know what she would say or do.
Squatting caused the seam of her tight shorts to press more against her cunt and clitoris. Karen felt as if she were about to come, and she wasn't sure if the cause was the tightness of her shorts or the taste of her son's cock inside her mouth. She pressed her parted knees against his legs and, still holding the cheeks of his ass, began to suck back and forth on his cock, gliding her tight lips from base to head. The hairs at the base tickled her lips nicely, and, not knowing how to suck cock, she allowed her instincts to take over. She loved the feel of her son's hard cock between her lips, and that was all it required for her to suck. Billy was resting his hands on her shoulders. When her eyes fluttered open, she saw him staring down her, his eyes big, his expression showing his pleasure.
"Mmmmm," she whimpered, sliding her lips to the base of his cock, feeling the smooth prickhead brushing at her throat. A cock in her mouth was better than she had expected, and her cunt swelled inside the tight shorts. "Mmmm."
Billy trembled as he watched his mother sucking back and forth, his fingers squeezing into her shoulders.
Karen wished he would grab the back of her head and smash her face into his crotch, fuck his cock into her throat. She wanted to tell him, but that meant taking his cock out of her mouth, and she didn't want to do that. She removed one hand from his ass instead, pushing one of his hands to the back of her head. With Billy holding her head, she clutched his ass again, and began to bob her face back and forth.
The sliding sensation of his cock between her lips sent shivery ecstasy through her body. Her eyes rolled and fluttered as she mewled softly. Time and again the dripping juices of his cock coated her tongue, and Karen swallowed the fuck juices without hesitation.
Each time she shoved her mouth onto his cock, she pulled at his ass, taking him deep. Her tongue wiggled and stroked the shaft of his cock, and when she sucked on the prickhead, she licked at his piss-hole.
"Mom, your mouth . . . it's so hot!" Billy choked.
This time Karen pulled her mouth from him.
"You taste so good, honey!" she sobbed softly. "My God, your cock tastes so hard and hot! Do you like it in my mouth, baby?"
"Oh, yes, Mom!" he gurgled. "It feels as good as your cunt!"
Karen giggled, sounding lewd. "You like my cunt?"
Billy nodded, his eyes glazed.
"And mother's mouth?"
Billy didn't nod or speak. He was trying to work his cock back into his mother's mouth. The prickhead rubbed across her cheek, leaving a wet trail on her flesh.
"Mmmm, you want me to suck it some more?"
"Yes, Mom!" he groaned.
"Love to," she murmured, and pulled his cock back into her mouth.
Karen began sucking wildly now. She darted her beautiful face back and forth, jerking his cock into her mouth as she pushed her lips to the base. Billy became so excited, he was pulling now at his mother's head, the way she wanted him to. The head of his cock went deeper, it seemed. Her tits swelled painfully inside her sleeveless blouse, and her cunt was squeezing tightly. Her clitoris bulged at the seam of her tight shorts, and she could feel her wetness soaking through. She felt feverish, as if she were burning up.
"Faster, Mom!" Billy groaned, fucking into her mouth. "Ohhh, suck faster!"
Karen felt his cock throbbing with more strength. She knew her son would come soon. She sucked with more hunger. The thought of having her son come in her mouth sent her mind spinning, caused her cunt to burn with wet heat. She wanted to taste his come juice, to feel spunk squirt across her tongue. The desire to have his cock gushing into her mouth was wild and alien to her, yet that was what she wanted.
With his cock throbbing in that sweet, powerful way, Karen began to slide her lips back and forth in a frenzy, her tongue lapping greedily. She rammed her mouth onto his cock hard and fast, pulling at his ass at the same time. She felt his young, hot balls slap at her chin. Her lips burned around it. She held his cock tightly with them, using her mouth like a wet cunt, fucking at his prick.
"Mom, you better slow down!" Billy warned.
"Mmmm!" Karen moaned. Instead of slowing down, she tried to suck faster yet. Her lips beat against the base of his cock, and she felt they would be bruised, but she didn't care. Eating his cock was the best thing that had happened to her, with the exception of fucking him on the kitchen floor earlier that day.
The desire to suck his cock off, to have him come inside her mouth, was overwhelming her senses, driving her, demandingly. There was no way, now, that she would stop, not until she had a mouthful of his young, hot come juice.
Her cunt was on fire now, as if flames had roared into her crotch.
She began to cry softly as she struggled on his cock. The hardness, the hotness, were driving her wild with almost-consuming hunger. She twisted her ass as she squatted there on her heels, clinging to his bunching asscheeks with tight fingers. There was no way she was going to let her son jerk his cock from her mouth when he started to come. And he was getting ready to come.
"Mom! Ohhh, you better watch out, Mom!" Billy cried. "You're gonna make me come, Mom! Ohhhh, I'm about to let go, Mom!"
Karen pulled his cock far into her mouth, holding his ass so he couldn't get free. The head of his cock was almost inside her throat. She began to squeeze her lips about the base, her tongue pushing it to the roof of her mouth.
"Mom, I gotta come!" Billy shouted, trying to pull his cock from her mouth.
But Karen held him tightly, her eyes closed as she waited for the spurting of his come juice.
"Let me go, Mom!" Billy urged. "Turn loose, Mom!"
But it was too late.
"Ahhh, Mom, Mom!"
Billy's cock erupted, sending a thick squirt of creamy come juice down her throat. The first splash against her throat almost caused her to choke, but then it ran down, and the second spurt also burned into her throat. Karen's eyes rolled with ecstasy, and she sucked back on his cock, her lips very tight. She now held the head of his cock in her lips, tasting the sweet, creamy juice of his young balls spewing across her tongue. She licked and let her mouth fill, her cunt suddenly clutching with a most delicious orgasm.
Tears came from her closed eyes, tears of intense ecstasy. She placed her tongue on his piss-hole, feeling the come juice spray around. She clung to him as he filled her mouth, and when he finished squirting, she kept holding the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue moving up and down his piss-hole.
"Oh, Mom, I had to come!" Billy groaned.
Karen looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth. Slowly, she sucked back and swallowed his come juice. Her eyes were bright, and not only with tears of joy. Her lips felt slightly bruised, and there was a very nice tingling on them.
"God, that was delicious!" she said.
Billy giggled nervously.
She patted his ass, then stood up. She looked around as if seeing where they were for the first time.
"What a hell of a place to give my first blow job."
"It was my first, too, Mom," Billy replied.
Karen cupped her son's cock and balls tenderly. "It's not going to be my last, you know," she said softly.
"I think I'm going to love sucking your cock a great deal, and many, many times, darling."
Billy looked up at his mother. "Can I see your cunt now, Mom?"
Karen laughed. "You can see my cunt anytime you want."
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen sat in the easy chair.
Her clothing was piled on the floor nearby where she had dropped them. Her son, still as naked as he had been in the hallway, sat on the floor between her feet. She had her long legs drapped over the arms of the chair, her ass scooted toward the edge.
Billy was gazing at her cunt, running his hands through the silky pussy hair, opening the pink lips to examine the moist cunt slit. He probed at his mother's clitoris, making her squeal and jerk. His eyes glowed with interest as he studied his mother's pussy.
"I like it, Mom," he said, running his palms along her inner thighs. "I think you have a pretty cunt."
Pleased, Karen grinned down at him. She was fondling her tits as her son played with her pussy. Her lewd exposure excited her as much as it did her son. She had never sat in such an obscene way with her husband, and would have refused to do so if he had asked. But she was very excited to sit this way with her son, her cunt showing to his hot eyes, available to his fingers.
"Would you like to taste mother's cunt, honey?" she asked softly.
Billy stared, making a slight frown. "It's awfully wet," he said. "I don't know about that, Mom."
"Then just a little kiss?" she prompted.
"Well, maybe a kiss," Billy agreed.
He pushed his face close and felt the wet heat of his mother's cunt radiate to his lips. He parted the thick hair, and, after a moment's hesitation, kissed his mother's cunt quickly.
"Mmmm, that felt nice," Karen said softly. "I've never been kissed on my cunt before, Billy. Kiss it again."
There was no hesitation this time. Billy pushed his lips to his mother's pussy and kissed, lingering with his mouth there. Karen wiggled her ass, pushing her wet cunt at his mouth. She felt the urge to grab his head and smash his mouth into her cunt, but knew it was best to let her son do what he wanted.
Billy drew back, his lips glistening with pussy juice. He gazed into his mother's cunt, seeing the puffy lips framed by the silky hair, the cheeks of her ass with the inviting crack. He ran his hands down her inner thighs, along the lips of her cunt, then over the cheeks of her ass that was almost over the edge of her chair. On an impulse, he parted the cheeks of her ass.
"What are you up to?" she asked, lifting her ass for him.
"Just looking, Mom," he replied, pulling her asscheeks apart and peering at the pucker of her asshole. "I see your asshole."
"I should hope so," she laughed, slightly nervous. There was so much she had never experienced, and having her asshole stared at was one of them. As far as she could remember, no one had seen her asshole, not even herself.
Suddenly, Billy shoved his face forward.
"Billy!" she squealed.
Billy kissed his mother's asshole quickly, then pulled back, giggling with childish delight.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Karen asked. "Afraid to kiss my cunt, but you'll kiss me right on my asshole."
"Your asshole isn't all wet, Mom," he replied.
And he shoved his mouth to her cunt with a fast kiss, this time holding his lips there for a while. After kissing her cunt, Billy opened his mouth and slipped his tongue out, gliding from the bottom of his mother's cunt all the way to her clitoris.
"Ohhh, baby!" Karen mewled when he closed his lips about her clitoris and sucked hard. "Do that a few times and I'll come."
"Really?" Billy asked, and began to lick at his mother's cunt eagerly. His nose was hidden by the thick hair, but his eyes gleamed up at her, twinkling, his tongue darting in and out of her juicy cunt swiftly.
"Oh, yes, darling!" Karen squealed, arching her cunt into her son's face. "My God, yes!"
The flicking of Billy's tongue caused her to shiver. The hairy lips of her cunt closed against his mouth as she draped her hot thighs over his shoulders, pressing at his head. She began to twist, grinding her cunt into his mouth. Grabbing the top of his head, Karen pulled her son's face as tight into her pussy as she could, squealing with ecstasy. Billy sucked and licked at every part of his mother's boiling cunt, his tongue sliding in and out of the juiciness, up and around her straining clitoris, down the slit and to her asshole.
Karen churned her crotch at his face, her eyes slitted with heat as she gazed down at him. Billy grabbed his mother's ass while she pushed her cunt hard into his face. Closing her hot thighs tightly about his head, she began to hump up and down.
"Oh, Billy! Ohhh, my baby! Hold my ass tight! Suck my cunt, Billy! Suck my cunt and hold my ass tight!
Ohhh, you're so good, so fucking good, honey! Lick me . . . lick mother's pussy! Ahhh, yes, move your tongue real deep in my hot cunt! Suck it, darling, suck it!"
Squeezing at his mother's ass, Billy ran his tongue in and out of her cunt swiftly, his mouth wide open and pressing at the puffy, hairy lips. He found his mother's pussy hair surrounding his face delightful, the soft wetness of her cunt delicious. He loved to feel her hot thighs wrapped about his head as he tonguefucked her, her heels moving on his back. He clung to her whipping, naked ass with tight fingers, letting his mother bang her cunt against his open mouth as hard as she wanted. His tongue was all over her pussy, inside it.
"Ahhh, suck it hard! Suck it, suck it!" Karen sobbed, her hips jerking up and down, fucking his face with fiery abandonment.
With a particularly violent lurch, Karen shot her cunt higher, and Billy's face rammed into the crack of her ass. He didn't stop or pause, but shot his tongue against her puckering asshole, his nose almost sliding into her cunt. He swirled his tongue about her asshole, licking the creamy softness around it, tasting the inner sweetness of his mother's asscheeks happily. His cock jutted out from his body with a stiffness that was almost painful, his balls aching in a hot way.
Karen wailed with the exciting way her son's tongue swished and probed at her asshole. She curled her fingers into his hair and pulled, holding his face into the crack of her ass. Her ecstasy was so great, she didn't know if she was hurting her son or not, but then, Billy wasn't feeling any pain when his mother pulled at his hair, either. He sucked at her puckering asshole by pressing his lips against it, his tongue wiggling and trying to enter. Feeling the pressure against her asshole, Karen gasped and panted, trying to focus her eyes on her son's head. She arched higher on the chair, her weight on her shoulders and the small of her back now, her ass over the edge and squirming into Billy's face.
Billy pulled at his mother's grinding ass, spreading the asscheeks away from his face. He pressed hard with the tip of his tongue, and Karen gave a soft yelp. Billy's tongue had penetrated his mother's asshole, entering an inch or so. Immediately her asshole clamped around his tongue, and began to squeeze. But Billy, just as excited as his mother to find his tongue up her ass, began to fuck in and out easily.
Karen shrieked with the strange sensations this caused her to feel. She stopped pulling at his hair and stared down her body. Her hips kept rolling and grinding. The sensations were fantastic, creating a more intense heat within her already-steaming body. Her cunt was so wet she was dripping, the fuck juices flowing across her son's face and along his sucking lips. She felt her cunt starting to swell, her clitoris throbbing.
"I'm going to come, Billy!"
She slammed her crotch hard into his face, his tongue sliding straight into her asshole. She gyrated wildly, her eyes bulging, unseeing, her cunt contracting with the most excruciating orgasm yet. The convulsions were tight and hot, her clitoris feeling as if it would burst. She wrapped her hot thighs around his head as tightly as she could, and bucked brutally into his face.
"I'm coming, Billy! Ohhh, my God! You've got your tongue up my ass and it's making me come! Oooooo, darling, lick my asshole! Tongue my hot asshole, Billy! Ohhhh, I'm going to come again and again!"
With her asshole sucking at his tongue, Billy plunged as deep as he could, twisting about. His mother screamed with rapture, and, as her cunt kept contracting, he withdrew his tongue and shot into her cunt. This brought another scream from Karen, who rocked her ass up and down. Billy tongue-fucked his mother's cunt hungrily, licking up the boiling juices eagerly, his tongue sliding in and out of the throbbing, hairy lips, then up to her clitoris. He closed his lips about her knotted clitoris and, while sucking, rapidly flicked his tongue across the tip.
Karen clutched her tits now, her ass driving up and down with swift, pumping motions, slamming her cunt wetly into his face, screaming over and over. Slowly, very slowly, the spasms began to recede.
Karen moaned softly as her son gently and very tenderly licked along the swollen lips of her cunt, staying away from her extremely sensitive clitoris now. He lowered his face and lapped at the curves of her shapely ass, leaving hot wetness on her flesh. When he began to lick the inner surfaces of her creamy thighs, Karen parted them widely, her eyes coming into focus now.
"You know what you done to me, Billy?" she asked in a very low voice.
Billy nodded his head as he ran the flat surface of his tongue along his mother's thigh, near the curling hair. "I made you come, Mom."
"You tonguefucked me in the goddamn asshole, that's what you've done," she said, and began to giggle.
"Didn't you know where your tongue was?"
"I knew." he grinned up at her, his chin resting on the wet lips of her pussy. "I just didn't want to stop by that time, Mom."
"I thought you said my cunt was too wet to kiss."
"It's wet, all right," he giggled lewdly. "Your cunt tastes real good, Mom. I think I can learn to really enjoy licking your cunt."
"You didn't enjoy it now?"
"Sure," he said, his eyes glowing. "But it's the first time I've tasted pussy, Mom. I mean I'll learn to love it more and more."
She ran her fingers along his wet cheek, feeling the juices of her cunt there. Her ass was still hanging over the edge of the chair, and Billy leaned between her legs, stroking her flesh just above her pussy hair with the tip of his tongue.
"Is your cock hard?" she asked.
For an answer, he stood up. His cock jutted straight out in hardness, the prickhead smooth and dripping.
She watched his cock pulsating, moving up and down slightly, his balls beneath. She wanted to take his prick into her mouth again, to suck greedily, to taste that creamy come juice spurting into her throat, but her son was pushing his cock toward her cunt.
"I've got to take care of it," she whispered hoarsely, watching him rub the head of his cock up and down her pussy. "I've got to always take care of that beautiful cock, don't I, Billy?"
He nodded eagerly, then pressed the head of his cock into his mother's cunt.
"Ooooooh, that's nice," she cooed as she felt his cock sliding into her cunt, her pussy lips spreading for him. "I can feel you throb, darling. I can feel your cock throb inside my cunt."
Billy buried his cock deeply, his balls pressing at her ass. He held her hips, looking down at the way the thick hair of her pussy smashed at his wiry tuft. He could feel his mother's cunt closing, squeezing around his cock. He lifted his eyes to her, grinning with pleasure, sliding his hands to her tits. He cupped them, digging into the firm flesh, then twisted and pulled at her nipples, making her whimper in pleasure. Karen twisted her ass, pressing her cunt tight onto his cock.
"Ohhh, baby, you're so hard in me," she mewled.
Slowly, Billy began working his cock back and forth, sliding in and out of his mother's clamping cunt.
Each time he pressed forward, her clitoris scraped along the cockshaft, then was smashed when he was fully inside her. Karen moved with him, slowly, her eyes glittering up at him as she stroked along his arm. She drew her knees up and back, wrapping her arms behind them and pulling them against her tits.
The expanse of her crotch was open to him now, and Billy pumped faster. He leaned down and pressed his mouth upon hers, and Karen quickly darted her tongue into his mouth. She twisted her uplifted ass from side to side as he fucked in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, don't stop now," she protested softly. "You're so hard and your balls are so full. Fuck me, Billy.
You've got to come, I know. Fuck me, baby, and come in my cunt."
But Billy, standing up now, rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down the wetness of her cunt, still looking into his mother's eyes.
Then he moved his cock downward. Karen's eyes widened.
Billy moved the head of his cock about her ass, sliding over the sensitive inner cheeks and the tight pucker. Karen knew what her son was thinking about, and her willingness to let him surprised her.
"Yes, Billy," she whispered, lifting her ass higher, drawing her knees tight onto her firm tits.
"It's okay, Mom?" he asked, excitement in his voice. "It's really okay?"
"Yes, baby," she moaned, feeling him increase the pressure against her asshole. "It's okay."
Placing his hand on her thigh, his other holding his cock, Billy looked down, seeing his mother's cunt, the still-swollen pussy lips pink and wet, her clitoris throbbing up from the folds. He could see, too, the way her asshole was being pushed inward.
Karen held her breath, prepared to feel pain.
Billy pushed harder, and then, easily enough, the head of his slippery cock passed the tight ass-ring.
Karen moaned. The stretching of her asshole, the sensation of his cock filling her, wasn't painful at all.
She tried to relax the grip, but couldn't. Her asshole gripped his cock very tightly as her son pushed more cock into her. The farther his prick went, the better it felt, much to her surprise.
"Ohhh, shove it all the way, darling!" Karen hissed, lifing her ass as high as she could, her knees almost around her face. "My God, it's wonderful!"
Billy's cock penetrated deeply, his balls against the spread of her asscheeks. He paused, feeling the fantastic tightness, the heat of her asshole. Karen let out a hiss of breath, her asshole clutching his cock, flexing. The filling of her asshole was a wonderful surprise, and she even loved the burning fire she felt.
For a long moment, Billy didn't move. His eyes rolled as his mother's asshole squeezed the base of his cock. Karen tried to stop the squeezing, but failed. Her cunt pulsated against his lower stomach, the juices seeping from her pussy and smearing his body. Billy moved his hand through the thick hair of her cunt and rubbed very lightly at her swollen clit.
"Oooooo, baby!" Karen moaned, her cunt twitching, her asshole sucking. "Fuck me, darling! Ohhh, my God, fuck me in my ass!"
Billy pulled back, slowly. Karen cried out, afraid she would shit. With the head of his cock inside her asshole, he paused again, feeling the ass-ring open and close. He wanted to fuck hard and fast into his mother's asshole, but was afraid he might hurt her. Karen, however, had no such thoughts.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, wiggling her ass. "Come on, Billy! Fuck me up the ass! Ram your cock up mother's asshole, hard! Fuck me, fuck me in my asshole now!"
Billy put his palms on the backs of his mother's thighs, running his cock inward, making his mother sob with the sweetness of surprised ecstasy. She pumped her ass up and down with him, grunting as he fucked deeply, driving the air from her lungs. Now that he knew he wasn't hurting her, Billy fucked in and out faster and harder. The smacking sounds when he rammed his cock up her asshole seemed like shots, and Karen began sobbing with the sensations. Her asshole stretched and gripped his cock tightly, yet her son could drive almost into her stomach. She could feel each ridge and throb of his cock with the sensitive ring of her asshole, and her cunt was pulsating wetly, her clit almost aching with the swelling.
"So tight, Mom!" Billy grunted. "It's so tight!"
"Yes, it is, darling!" she cried with pleasure. "My asshole is very tight! Fuck it for me, Billy! I had no idea .
. . ohhh, it's wonderful! I can feel your cock so deep, so very deep! Ahhhh, ram me hard, baby! Oh, my god! My ass is on fire and I love it! Fuck mother in the ass! Squirt it right up my tight, hot asshole! Come in my asshole!"
Billy beat his hips back and forth, his weight resting on his hands, his palms pushing her legs farther back around her head. He was looking past his stomach, seeing his lower body smash against his mother's searing wet cunt. Standing upright again, he watched his cock penetrating her asshole. Karen gyrated her naked ass wildly, crying with the surprising intensity of feeling a hard cock up her asshole. It felt as if she had a cock inside her cunt, too, oddly enough. She liked it when her son shoved his cock deep. She no longer felt as if she would shit all over him. Her asshole stretched around his cock, yet remained fiery tight.
"You'll make me come this way!" she choked. "Oh, Billy, you'll make me come . . . fucking me in my ass this way! Crazy! It's crazy, but my cunt is on fire and you're going to make me come! Ohh, fuck me, baby! Drive your hard cock up mother's asshole! Ram me in the fucking asshole!"
Billy slipped his hands beneath her arching ass, lifting higher to meet his cock. He could see the way her asshole stretched on his prick, and he rammed deeper and harder, gasping softly with each thrust. It was wild and lewd, seeing her cunt dripping those hot fuck juices and his cock fucking into her asshole. His balls felt swollen, drawing upward at the base of his cock.
"I don't believe it!" Karen cried. "I don't believe I've got a hard cock up my ass! Oh, darling, baby . . . it's wonderful! Fuck me, Billy! Ohhh, fuck mother's ass! Fuck my asshole and come in my asshole and . . .
oooo, my cunt is . . . I'm coming!"
The contractions of his mother's cunt radiated to her asshole, making her ass clutch and squeeze his cock tighter yet. Karen sobbed loudly with ecstasy, thrashing her ass about, holding her knees past her head. Billy kept ramming swiftly, penetrating the tightly gripping ass-ring. Karen's orgasm went on and on, without let up. She couldn't believe the power of her orgasm, the strength of it. Every nerve of her naked body was shattered. She couldn't stop screaming, the rapture was so intense.
"Come, Billy!" she groaned. "Please, oh, please! Come in my ass! I want to feel you squirting in my asshole! Come up my ass, please!"
Billy was racing his cock in and out, his eyes squeezed tight as ecstasy flowed through his hot balls. His hands were again on the backs of her thighs, his hips pounding with rampant urgency.
"I'm gonna come!" he wailed.
"Yes, now!" Karen pleaded.
Billy rammed hard and deep, his young body going stiff.
Karen screamed again when she felt the scalding juices of his balls gushing into her asshole, spattering the satiny, soft walls. Time and again his cock spurted, and Karen wondered if he would ever stop coming. The more he came, the better it felt to her. Her asshole was burning and sucking at his cock as he spewed again and again. His body began to shake as his legs weakened. Still he fucked hard into her ass, his cock throbbing.
"Oh, no more, baby! No more! I can't take anymore!"
By then Billy's legs were turning to rubber. He pulled his cock from his mother's asshole, making her moan as the ass-ring closed. He slumped to the floor, exhausted, breathing with sharp gasps. He rested his cheek on her ass.
"I don't believe it!" Karen whispered, awed, as she slowly lowered her legs about his body. "I don't believe it at all."
"Believe what, Mom? I fucked you in the ass-is that what you don't believe?" he asked tiredly.
"Oh, I believe that, all right!" she said. "My ass still feels like you put a match to it. What I don't believe is how hard it made me come."
Billy laughed, sucking at the flesh of his mother's ass.
"Well, you better believe it, Mom," he said, "because you came. I felt your cunt going crazy."
CHAPTER FIVE
"My cunt isn't crazy."
"Figure of speech, Mom," he said.
He leaned his face on her thigh, near her cunt, still breathing hard. He caressed the softness of her other thigh, then turned to push his face into the silky cunt hair. Pulling pussy hair between his lips, Billy sucked for a few moments.
"Mom," he said in a low voice. "Are we going to do everything with each other?"
Karen leaned back on the chair, feeling relaxed, her ass over the edge of the cushion as her son sat between her thighs. "What do you mean, everything, honey? I'd say we've done it already."
"Not everything, Mom," Billy said, sounding shy again.
She didn't know what he was talking about.
The whole day had been wild, she thought. Seeing his cock inside his shorts near the sink, fucking him.
Since this morning, they had been doing everything with each other.
All in one day . . .
"What have we missed, Billy?" she asked. "I wanna see you . . . well, Mom, I wanna see you pee."
"See me pee?"
Karen's eyes opened as she remembered what had happened by accident earlier, the solitary thing she had done in her bathroom. She felt a shiver flow through her nakedness.
"You want to see me pee?" she asked again.
"Please," Billy said softly. "I guess you think I'm nuts, Mom, but I really do wanna see you pee. I was surprised when you did it earlier, but I liked it."
Karen's mind spun with reluctant desire. She recalled how difficult it had been for her to piss at school, or anyplace where someone else had been in the same bathroom with her. She had been unable to piss when her husband was with her. Yet, remembering the heat she had felt in the bathroom earlier, pissing across the seat of the toilet, watching herself, Karen found it might be fun to let her son see her piss.
"You really want to see me pee?" she asked in a thick voice. "You want to watch me take a piss?"
Billy giggled. "Yeah, take a piss for me, Mom! I wanna see you take a real long piss . . . from your cunt!"
"That's the only place I can piss from," she laughed, feeling slighly shy.
"Show me," Billy insisted.
Karen looked down at him, seeing the brightness in his eyes, the youthfulness of his face and body. He sat on the floor between her thighs, running his lips along the creamy surfaces. The idea flashed inside her mind that if she started to piss right now, it would be in her son's face. He hadn't said anything about that, only that he wanted to watch her piss.
"You have to move, honey," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I can't aim the way you can," she smiled. "When a woman takes a piss, it goes straight out whichever way her cunt is pointing."
Billy drew back to her knees, sitting on the floor, her feet at his hips. He stared into her crotch, gazing at his mother's cunt expectantly. Karen hesitated, looking at his expression.
"You're still too close," she whispered, remembering how far her piss spurted in the bathroom. "You might get splashed."
"I don't care," Billy said, his eyes glittering as he stared right into his mother's cunt. "I don't care, Mom."
Karen moved her hands through the bush of her pussy hair, down to the lips of her cunt. She parted them, then squeezed them together. She writhed her overhanging ass and pulled the lips of her cunt open again. She felt the need to piss, and wondered if it was because her son had asked to watch. She didn't want to splash him, but Billy wasn't going to move any farther away, she realized.
"Here it comes," she moaned.
A quick spurt of golden piss dripped from her cunt. It shot out only about three or four inches, then stopped. Billy stared at the golden piss running along his mother's ass.
"Is that all, Mom?"
For an answer, Karen spewed piss in a long, arching stream. It came out of her cunt, lifting into the air, and splashing onto her son's knee. Billy moaned as he watched, his eyes turning glassy. Karen held her cunt wide open as she pissed, trying to keep from splashing him. The stream was hot on his knee, and Billy shifted his position without taking his eyes from her pussy. The hot piss boiled down over his cock and balls, and then he lifted to his knees.
"Piss on my cock, Mom!" he said excitedly, shoving his hands to her cunt. "Piss on my cock and balls!"
When her son's fingers touched her pussy, she withdrew her hands, letting him hold it open. She watched her piss flying from her cunt, and saw it spatter on her son's cock and balls. She tried once to cut it off, and found she couldn't.
"Ohhh, I told you!" she cried. "I warned you, Billy!"
"I like it, Mom!" he gasped, peeling her cunt as open as he could, seeing her piss spraying out. "It's hot on my cock and balls! Oh, it feels good, Mom! Piss on my cock and balls!"
Karen felt her pulse pounding as she pissed, her eyes turning hot.
"Do you?" she asked. "Does it feel good, darling?"
"Oh, yes!" Billy gurgled. "Hot and wet and stings my cock!"
Karen lifted her ass slightly, her piss reaching to his stomach, splashing on his flesh and running down into the tuft of hair at the base of his cock. She pissed hard and strong, drenching her son from his belly button to his knees. Billy was breathing hard as he watched her cunt, his fingers holding the hairy lips open.
"This is shameful," Karen said, giggling in a lewd way. "This is terrible. I've never done such a crazy thing before."
"Nice, huh, Mom?"
Karen had to agree with him.
Billy turned loose of her cunt and began to run his hands up and down his legs, his cock and balls, as if he were washing himself in her piss. His young eyes glowed with pleasure.
The stream slowed and finally began to dribble. Billy watched the piss seeping down along the slit of his mother's cunt and the crack of her ass. Then he looked into his mother's face, grinning widely.
"Did you enjoy it, too, Mom?"
"I think we're both crazy," she laughed.
"You know damn well I enjoyed it. And not just because you watched me piss, either." "What else?"
"I pissed on you, Billy," she said. "I pissed on your cock and balls."
"Yeah, and it was great, Mom!"
"You're a mess," she said, sitting up, feeling the strangeness of piss on her ass. "You've got to take another shower, and so do I. If we keep doing things like this, can you imagine what the water bill will be like?"
"Fuck the water bill," Billy said.
"Right, fuck the water bill."
Karen grabbed her son and hugged him to her naked tits tightly. Billy lifted his face and his mother began to kiss about his mouth feverishly, feeling delicious. Billy ran his tongue into her mouth, and Karen sucked, the way she had sucked his cock earlier.
Later, when her son was in the shower, she looked around her bedroom, seeing how huge it was for the first time, really. Her bed, bought by her husband, was king sized, large enough for four or five people. It was a shame to sleep in it alone, she thought. But she wouldn't be sleeping in it alone from now on.
Why waste all that room, she told herself, starting for the shower.
She heard her son calling as soon as she stepped from the shower.
Wrapping a towel about her nakedness, she found him in the kitchen, wearing a fresh pair of jogging shorts, a navy blue color now.
"This damned sink is leaking again, Mom," he said, pointing to water on the floor. "I guess we didn't fix it very good."
"Shit," Karen said, leaning and peering underneath. "I don't see a leak. Where would this water be coming from?"
She turned onto her back and shoved her head under the sink, looking at all the fittings. "Turn the water on, Billy. Maybe I can see the leak that way."
But there was still no leak anywhere.
The towel had fallen from her body, and she lay on the floor naked, her tits swelling up with lovely nipples. Billy was looking down at his mother, a sly grin on his face. Just as it had happened that first time, Karen saw her son's cock and balls underneath the wide leg of his shorts. And as before, her breath caught with excitement. Her hands were above her head under the sink, but her eyes gazed up between her son's thighs. Billy had straddled her again.
"Oh, my," Karen mewled.
"What is it, Mom?"
"Oh, nothing," she said, looking between his legs with eyes turning hot and moist with desire. "Nothing at all."
But her son knew what she was seeing. He shifted his feet, making his cock and balls wiggle slightly.
Karen moaned softly as she felt heat bubbling inside her cunt. She opened her legs on the floor, her ass twitching as she stared up. She moved a hand along his legs, lightly.
Billy looked into his mother's face, seeing the glow of her flesh and the brightness of her eyes.
He started to piss.
"Oh!" Karen squealed, startled.
"You pissed on me, Mom!" he said gleefully.
The hot piss dripped onto her tits, not spurting hard, but almost dribbling from his cock. Her eyes blazed hotly as her lips parted to form a soft gasp. Her fingers dug into his lower leg and her hips writhed. The front of his shorts was wet, and somehow that excited her.
"Billy! Oooooh, Billy!"
"I'm gonna piss on you!" he laughed. "You pissed on me, so I'm gonna piss on you, Mom!"
The golden stream became stronger, but the head of his cock was against his shorts. Still, the hot piss fell onto her tits, making them tingle with the wet heat. Karen ran her hand up her son's legs, moving her fingers into his shorts, feeling the wetness of them. She shifted his cock, and for a moment Billy stopped pissing. But then he started again.
With a soft mewl, Karen watched hot piss spurt from the head of his cock, and this time pee streamed down onto her tits. She brought her other hand upward, running about her tits, washing them in his hot, golden-colored piss. Her eyes glazed with a delicious feeling, her cunt throbbing and becoming very, very wet.
Billy watched her washing his piss about her tits, a big grin on his young face. Karen held his cock with two fingers, gasping softly.
"Piss on my tits, darling," she whispered hotly. "Piss all over mother's tits! I like it, Billy! It feels good, so warm and wet and I can watch. Oh, yes, piss on mother's tits!"
Billy shoved his ass back, leaning his forehead on the sink and watching. Karen shot her other hand up, pulling aside the crotch of his shorts, freeing his cock and balls. She held his cock with a thumb and forefinger now, her eyes burning at his piss hole, watching the golden piss stream. His piss was hot on her tits, and she angled his cock to feel pee splash onto her nipple, going from one nip to the other. Her cunt boiled with wetness, her clitoris swelling. She used both hands to wash her tits, her lips parted and her eyes gleaming. She lifted her ass off the floor, surprised to feel herself on the brink of orgasm.
The front of his shorts was soaked in piss, drawn to one side of his cock and balls. Now that his mother wasn't holding his cock, Billy held his prick, swinging his cockshaft from side to side, splashing hot piss all over her tits. Karen purred, gasping softly with perverse pleasure.
"Ohhh, baby, this might make me come!" she moaned.
"You like getting pissed on, Mom?"
"Oh, I didn't know," she cried softly. "I wasn't sure if I would like it or not, but I do! Ohhh, it's so hot and wet on my tits!"
Billy angled his cock back a bit and pissed on her stomach, watching pee pool in her deep belly button, then moved back to her tits again. Karen twisted her naked body on the floor, sensually, making soft purring sounds. Her eyes slitted with moist heat, her hips lifting and churning with fucking movements.
"This is making me so hot," she moaned. "Oh, Billy, it's making my cunt so fucking hot!"
But Billy was almost finished. His piss was not coming as strong. She felt as if she could come if he pissed only for a bit longer, but the stream was slowing. When he began to dribble, she was disappointed. Her cunt was so close to explosion. She ran a hand between her thighs and rubbed hard at the puffy, wet pussy lips, crushing her clitoris.
But her son had one last spurt.
Before Karen knew it, he squirted, the hot piss landing in her face. Her lips had been parted, and she tasted his piss. She started to yelp a protest, but the sound became a cry of ecstasy. At the moment his piss splashed across her face, some running past her lips, Karen's cunt convulsed. The orgasm exploded suddenly, causing her to jerk her hips upward.
"Oh, God!" Karen sobbed.
She pounded her palm into her cunt. The contractions were very strong. She ran her tongue over her piss-wet lips, tasting her son's piss. Her eyes rolled toward the back of her head as she came.
"I got you, Mom!" he laughed. "I got you right in the fucking face!"
Her orgasm fading away, she looked up at him, grinning. "I guess you did get me, you little asshole. I didn't piss in your face."
"You would have if you'd thought about it," he said, and slipped his wet shorts off. He held them above his mother's face. Then, without a word, he let them drop. They fell across Karen's face, and she inhaled the scent of his piss, feeling the hot wetness on her nose, her chin, lips. Only her eyes were showing, and they glittered brightly up at him.
Karen felt as if she were about to come again.
CHAPTER SIX
Karen woke up the next morning to see her son's cock standing up with throbbing hardness.
He was still asleep, and she understood his hard-on was what her husband had called a piss hard-on. He was sprawled across her bed on his back, one arm above his head, the other along his side. He had his legs parted, one knee bent.
As soon as she saw his cock, she came fully awake.
Sitting up, then scooting to the foot of the bed, she looked up between his thighs, gazing at his cock and balls. She examined them closely, enjoying herself while he slept. She liked the way his young balls dangled between his thighs, his cock sticking up and almost toward his stomach. She gazed at his young ass, the crack exciting her. She lay between her son's thighs, gazing at him, feeling herself grow warm all over. There was nothing she had ever seen that excited her as much as looking at him while he slept soundly, his cock and balls showing. His cock was quite long for his age, but not very thick. Karen had no cock to compare his with other than her husband's, but she knew what she liked. She had heard of women who liked huge cocks, thick and long. But she didn't want a cock to be too large. To her, a man's cock was never too small; only a cunt was too big.
She pushed her face between his thighs slowly and gently, not wanting to wake him up yet. She felt the heat of his crotch burn at her face, and kissed his balls tenderly. Lifting her head, she kissed the throbbing shaft of his cock, feeling it pulsate hotly. The tip of her tongue sneaked from her mouth to taste the hardness. She ran her tongue very lightly about the smoothly swollen head of his prick, and then across his piss hole. There was a slight bit of juice there, and she licked it up eagerly, feeling it on her tongue. She moved her hands slowly along her son's thighs, over his hips, and carefully lowered her mouth to his cock. She pulled the head of her son's cock into her hot mouth slowly, carefully, wanting to suck him while he slept.
The rounded cockhead passed her lips, and there she paused. The taste of his cockhead in her mouth sent a shiver of pleasure down her naked body to her cunt. A soft moan came from her, and she lowered her mouth a little more. The urge to suck hard was strong, but she forced herself to slowly take his cock deeper. A moan of pleasure came from her as she carefully pushed her lips against the base, writhing them, feeling the tuft of hair tickle them. She pressed her tongue against his cock, making it tight at the roof of her mouth, the head pulsating at the back of her throat. Her cunt began to seep hot fuck juices as she pressed against the mattress.
She sucked upward, slowly, her eyes darting to his face to see if he were still asleep. Although she didn't have to suck him while he slept, she found it thrilling. All it would take was a few strong, quick thrusts of her mouth and he would wake up.
The harder she tried to suck him slowly, the more she wanted to suck fast. Finally, she gave in to the desire.
Her mouth went up and down fast, fucking his hard cock with her tight lips.
Billy came awake, starting to pull from her before he was aware that his cock was getting sucked.
"Oh, this is a good way to wake up, Mom," he laughed, twisting his ass and arching into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Karen purred, and sucked up and down his cock, sliding her hands under his ass now and holding the cheeks with her palms. Her eyes flashed up at him brightly, her tongue licking as she moved her lips up and down.
Pulling her mouth off his cock, she squirmed up onto his body. Spreading her long legs around his hips, she lowered her cunt. Without hands, she pressed the steamy lips of her cunt on the head of his cock, and plunged downward, stabbing herself in the wet pussy quickly. At the same time she pressed her mouth against his, kissing him with growing hunger. Billy grabbed his mother's naked ass, holding tight.
Panting with early morning passion, Karen pounded her cunt up and down her son's cock, fucking him by moving her hips rapidly up and down, her hot thighs scissored about his.
"Oh, Mom!" Billy moaned in delight, grabbing her bouncing ass tightly. "Ohhhh, this is good, Mom!"
"Of course it's good," she panted. "You're just lying there getting fucked. Any man would love it."
Billy dug his fingers into his mother's bunching ass, holding tightly as he strained his cock upward, his mother pounding her cunt up and down fast, her pussy lips riding his throbbing cock. Liquid sounds came from her fiery pussy. Karen trembled as she shoved her hands beneath his lifted ass, clutching his young asscheeks hard, pulling him up as she banged down. Her tits smashed into her son's face.
Passion burned through her naked body. She smashed her cunt down onto his cock very hard, grinding and whimpering. She felt her son pull the cheeks of her tight ass open, felt a cool draft of air over her steaming asshole. Then he squeezed the asscheeks again, smashing them together. Her clitoris throbbed hotly as it scraped along his hard prickshaft, being crushed at the base when she slammed downward.
"Oh, I'm getting ready to come, darling!" she sobbed. "Oh, my cunt! I'm about to come, Billy!"
With a cry, she rammed her cunt down hard, his cock buried deeply. Her ass shook. The lips of her cunt sucked and squeezed spastically about the base of his cock. She cried out with the burning ecstasy, digging hard into his ass. Her body trembled as the orgasm ran through her with rampant convulsions.
She pressed onto his cock as hard as she could, staying tight until the spasms receded.
"Oh, that was a good one!" she whispered softly. "That was a big one, Billy! God, was I hot for your cock."
"You didn't make me come," he complained.
"I will," she said, smearing moist kisses about his face. "You know I'll make you come."
She wiggled her ass a few times, then lifted. His cock slid from her pussy, still rigid and throbbing. She felt his prick press at her stomach, the wetness hot on her flesh. She squirmed downward, kissing at his chest and licking his tiny nipples. Swirling her tongue wetly, she moved her face down to his stomach, tickling his belly button. Then she lowered her head still more and swirled her tongue through the tuft of wiry hairs. She ran her long tongue up the shaft of his cock, tasting the juices of her cunt. She sucked at his piss-hole, flicking her tongue back and forth, then swallowed his cock.
"Ohhhh, Mom!"
"Mmmmm," Karen mewled, bobbing her lovely face up and down, sucking at his cock feverishly, her tongue pressing as she felt the head brush at the back of her throat.
Lifting her mouth, she feverishly kissed along his prick, then into his balls. Her tongue flicked about his hairless balls, bouncing them up and down. Billy gazed down his body at his mother, watching her rub his hard cock on her cheek as she mouthed his balls. Karen pulled her son's balls into his mouth, sucking them gently, her tongue swirling.
"Suck my balls, Mom!" Billy groaned. "Ohhhh, your mouth is so hot and wet, Mom! Suck my balls and I'll come in your fucking face!"
Karen dropped his balls. "I don't care," she said, and dipped her tongue beneath his balls. "Come where you want, when you want."
She slipped her tongue to the crack of his ass, her nose pressed into his balls. She wiggled her tongue into his ass, tasting the hot pucker. Grabbing her son's cock in her fist, she jacked him as her tongue swished about his asshole. Billy drew his legs up and back, his ass lifting from the bed, the cheeks parting.
"Ohhhhh, sweet!" Karen cried out hotly and shoved her face between the cheeks of his ass, sucking and kissing her son's asshole wantonly. "Delicious asshole, baby."
She pressed her lips about his asshole and sucked, her tongue pushing into the ass-ring. Billy yelped in delight, arching his ass into his mother's face. Her fist jerked up and down his cock, making his balls bounce and dance on her nose. Karen ran her tongue deeply, tonguefucking Billy up his asshole, exciting herself as much as him. She pulled his cock to her forehead, feeling pre-spunk drip against her flesh. Her tongue probed deeply into his asshole, twisting and thrusting.
"Ohhhh, you'll make me come in your fucking hair, Mom!" Billy groaned with ecstasy. "You keep sticking your tongue up my ass and jerking on my cock, and I'm gonna come in your hair!"
Karen didn't care; he could come anywhere he wanted. She didn't care if he came on her, in her . . .
anyplace.
She felt his asshole clamping about her tongue, his cock throbbing in her fist, his balls writhing on her nose. She plunged her tongue as deep into his asshole as she could, her lips glued to the ass-ring. Her son was twisting frantically, yelping and gasping.
"I'm about to come, Mom!"
Karen yanked her tongue out of his asshole, lifting her face quickly. She closed her lips about the head of his cock just in time. The first spurt of his creamy come juice exploded from his piss-hole and splashed across her tongue. Karen cried out with muffled, wet sounds, her throat swallowing as she sucked hard on his prick, her tongue swishing about his spurting piss hole, catching the full taste of his come juice.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhh, Mom!" Billy moaned as he came, grabbing the back of her head and fucking his cock far into her mouth. "Suck it out! Suck me off! Swallow my come juice! Ohhh, fuck . . . I'm coming hard, Mom!"
Karen choked slightly, he was coming so much and so fast. Creamy come juice seeped from the corners of her mouth and into the hair at the base of his cock. She struggled to swallow every squirt, but still some dripped out of her mouth. Spurt after spurt flew across her tongue, and Karen whined with rapture. She felt she could suck his cock all day, drink his come juice time and again. Although she did not come again, her cunt burned and tingled as if on the edge of an orgasm, that delicious feeling she loved.
Clinging to his cock, Karen held him until he went soft. Then, instead of turning loose, she opened her mouth farther and slipped his balls inside. Having her son's cock and both balls in her mouth felt good, tasted good. She mouthed them for a long time, her eyes closed as she savored the taste and heat of them. Finally she lifted her face, her lips glistening with come juice. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling as she ran her tongue about the tuft of hair at the base of his cock, cleaning away what come juice had escaped her hungry mouth.
"Now you can go piss," she said, sitting up and swinging her long legs over the side of the big bed. "I just couldn't pass up that beautiful morning hard-on."
She sat there and watched her son enter her bathroom. From her angle she could see him holding his cock over the toilet bowl, the huge mirror reflecting his young ass. She listened to his piss tinkling into the water, and felt the urge to hold his cock, to look over his shoulder and watch him piss. But there was plenty of time for that.
Like her husband, Billy was always hungry when he woke up. She would have to prepare him a huge breakfast, she thought, smiling, if they were going to do what they had the day before-fuck and suck all day long.
She stood and began to search for something to wear, then changed her mind and entered the bathroom just as her son was about to shake his cock.
"Let me," she said softly, dropping to her knees at his side and turning him to face her.
She dipped her face, taking hold of his cock, seeing a golden bead of piss clinging there. She flicked it away with her tongue, then closed her lips about the head of her son's cock. She drew up on his prick with her fingers and thumb, pulling the final bit of piss into her mouth.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she murmured, letting his cock go. She nuzzled into his balls. "Mmmmm, almost like morning coffee."
She laughed. Slapping his hip playfully, she stood up and began to search for something to wear again.
"Did you like that, Mom?" he asked, coming up beside her.
"Like what?"
"Licking piss."
She turned to him, her eyes sparkling. "I loved it, why?"
"Because I've been thinking," Billy said, caressing his mother's naked ass. "I wanna piss in your mouth."
"Really?" Karen said, a soft squeal in her voice. "You really want to piss in my mouth, honey?"
"Would it be okay, Mom?"
Karen hugged him against her naked body. "Oh, yes!" she gurgled. "God, I think I'd love having you piss in my mouth!"
"When?" Billy asked.
"After breakfast," she said, kissing the top of his head. "First, you eat, then you piss."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen never did find anything to put on.
She found it delicious to work about the kitchen while her son sat at table, watching her. She went out of her way to move her ass, make the creamy asscheeks bunch and ripple for his pleasure. When she had to lean over, she did so from the waist, arching her ass out and allowing her son to see the soft, curly hairs of her cunt.
She prepared eggs and strips of thick bacon, and, when the toast was ready, she placed it before him with a tall glass of milk. Then, for her usual breakfast, she sat across the table from him sipping black coffee. Billy ate with his normal hunger, and she watched him. She was thinking of what he had said earlier. The idea of having him piss in her mouth was, at the same time, exciting and terrible. Terrible because Karen felt as if that were too naughty to contemplate. Exciting because it was perverse, and she knew since yesterday that she was much more erotic than she had thought. Being pissed on by her son, pissing on him, was one thing . . . very exciting and she loved to feel his hot piss gushing over her body . .
. enjoyed pissing on his cock and balls . . . but to let him piss right into her mouth! The taste she had the day before, and again this morning, excited her more than she thought it would. To drink his hot piss from his cock made her mind spin with a delicious shiver.
"Aren't you going to put clothes on today?" she asked him when he had finished eating. "Are you, Mom?"
"I don't know," she said. "We're not going anywhere, are we?"
"Not me." Billy grinned. "I'm gonna stay right here with you, get a big hard-on, and fuck your cunt and fuck your mouth and fuck your hot ass!"
"Promise?" She laughed, her eyes starting to smolder already.
Billy got out of his chair and came to her.
He stood at her side, poking his cock and balls against her shoulder as he cupped her flawless tits. Karen turned her face toward him, and Billy stood on his tiptoes, looking as she kissed his cock.
"I already got a blow job, Mom," he said. "I wanna fuck you now."
"Here? In the kitchen, on the table, this chair, the floor?" She giggled up at him. "By the way, the sink wasn't leaking again yesterday, was it?"
"I poured water on the floor," Billy confessed.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to piss on you," he replied.
"You don't have to pull tricks on me for that," Karen said as she kissed his stomach. "All you have to do is ask."
"I thought it would be fun to surprise you." "You surprised me." She grinned.
She pulled one of his hands from her tits and down between her thighs, curling his fingers into her cunt.
"Feel that? I'm getting wet again."
Billy probed a finger into his mother's cunt, making her breath catch as he went deep. He had to lean over to work his finger into her pussy, and his lips closed about one firm nipple. Karen held the back of her son's head, her eyes closing as he sucked hard at her tit and fingerfucked her cunt.
"You want to make me come this way?" she purred. "Keep it up and I'll come."
Billy pulled his finger out of her cunt and licked it, grinning at her. "Want me to lick it, Mom?" he asked.
"I'll suck your cunt real good."
"You're not bad for a young prick," she laughed, pushing him away and getting to her feet. "You fuck great, and with a little more practice, you're going to be one hell of a cuntlicker."
"I'll practice! I'll practice!" Billy giggled. "I thought you wanted to fuck me?" "After I eat your pussy, Mom, then I'll fuck you."
Laughing with pleasure, she took his hand and they both skipped from the kitchen, getting no farther than the living room. There, Karen sprawled onto her stomach, twisting her ass while her son knelt at her side. "You can start by kissing my ass," she said.
Billy stroked his mother's ass, feeling the smooth hotness of her swelling cheeks, the backs of her thighs.
Karen wiggled beneath him, making soft mewling sounds. He squeezed her ass lightly, leaning down and pressing his lips to them. Karen lifted her ass to his face, a soft cry of pleasure coming from her as he kissed the sweetness. He lapped about the flesh of his mother's ass, working his tongue down to her thighs. By the time he licked to her knees, and up again, Karen was gasping softly.
"That feels so good, baby," she whispered, resting her head on her arms. "I don't think I've ever been licked this way before. Not all over."
Billy answered with a moan, dragging his tongue along her thighs to her ass. He licked up and down the crack, making his mother tremble. Karen lifted her ass higher in the air, and Billy dipped his face down.
He gazed at her wet, hairy cunt a moment, then kissed it wetly. Karen gasped as his tongue slid along the slit of her pussy, up along her ass again. Pulling the cheeks of her ass open, he gazed between them, seeing the pucker of her asshole. Darting the tip of his tongue against it, he plunged a finger into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Billy!" Karen whimpered, feeling his finger ramming back and forth at her pussy while his tongue swirled against her asshole.
Pumping his finger in and out of her cunt, he worked his tongue past the tight ring of her ass again.
Karen yelped with the excitement, the feel of what he was doing to her. Her cunt pushed backward as she drew her knees beneath her body, waving her ass in the air. Billy plunged his tongue deeply into his mother's asshole, stroking into her cunt with two fingers now. Karen gurgled and swung her ass about, wiggling lewdly. The double penetration sent shivers about her flesh.
"Oh, God!" Karen cried out, ramming her ass into her son's face. "Billy, you're going to make me come!"
Billy drove his finger faster and faster into his mother's asshole, his finger pounding into her juicy cunt.
When his mother twisted her ass excitedly at his mouth, he sucked hard, feeling the squeezing of her cunt on his finger. He enjoyed the sounds of his mother's ecstasy, pleased he was making her feel so good.
Hot rumbling boiled about Karen's cunt and ass. The tingling sensation of orgasm grew stronger. Her pussy expanded and clamped at his plunging finger, her asshole gripping at his tongue. She sobbed with rapture, her flesh vibrating hotly.
"Ohhhh, baby, shove it in me!" she cried out. "Ram your tongue up my ass! Ram your finger up my cunt!
Oh, Billy, you're going to make me come so hard, so fucking hard!"
Billy worked his tongue wildly into his mother's burning asshole, his finger thrusting as fast as he could work it. He felt the wildness of his mother, making his cock throb very hard. The urge to plunge his cock into one of those hot, accepting holes was stronger. The tightness of her cunt and asshole thrilled him, the smells and taste and feel sent urgent messages to his young balls.
"Now! Now!" Karen screamed.
The convulsions that ripped through her body almost caused her to faint. Her cunt grabbed at his finger, squeezing with ecstasy, her asshole holding his tongue. Billy stopped thrusting with finger and tongue, but pressing both deep as he could, feeling and tasting his mother's orgasm.
But he wasn't finished with her.
When his mother sighed with delight, her orgasm fading away, Billy quickly switched his tongue to her cunt, and his finger slammed into her asshole.
"Oh, no!" Karen wailed. "I don't know if I can stand much more, darling."
But Billy paid no attention to his mother's pleas. He tonguefucked her frantically, his tongue pounding into her juicy cunt, swiping at her distended clitoris time and again. His finger fucked in and out of her ass powerfully. Her cunt was very sensitive, and although she felt as if she would come again, Karen wasn't sure. There were times when her cunt was too sensitive to come. Yet the heat was building again, and she waggled her ass lewdly, her nipples rubbing at the floor. She gasped and sobbed with what she felt was the ultimate rapture. The fire on her cunt and asshole was greater than a few moments earlier.
To get to his mother's cunt easier, Billy moved to the side of his mother's hip and his mother's fist found his cock immediately. She gripped hard, then started pumping. Billy gasped against his mother's pussy, his balls hard. Still he continued to fuck her with his tongue and finger.
Karen tried to speak, but all she managed were grunts and sobs of ecstasy. She pulled hard on her son's cock, then shoved her hand to his swollen balls. She gripped them, squeezing and twisting. Billy was trying to keep from coming, desperately wanting to make his mother come one more time before he could no longer control himself.
"Oh, my God!" Karen cried. "I don't believe it! Darling, you're going to make me come again! Ohhhhh, God!"
Feeling his mother's pussy swelling at his mouth, he thrust his tongue as far into the juicy, satiny cunt as he could, his finger buried into her asshole to his knuckles.
With a screech, Karen came.
Her body shook from head to toe, every nerve exploding. The orgasm felt as if it had taken over her entire body, her mind, all of her. It was powerful and mind-shattering.
While his mother was still clutched with ecstasy, her cunt gripping at his tongue with contracting orgasms, Billy pulled his face away and removed his finger from her asshole. He quickly jerked her hand from his balls and moved behind her upswung ass. Grabbing his mother's hips, he lunged his cock forward, and fucked into her asshole with a brutal stab.
"Oh!" Karen cried out, feeling her son's cock burn past the ring of her tight asshole, stretching and filling her ass with the throbbing hardness. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Billy! Ohhhh, baby, fuck my ass!"
Billy pounded frantically into his mother's asshole, his balls beating upon the hairy wetness of her still-convulsing cunt. Karen moaned with ecstasy as her son fucked her in a frenzy, gasping above her uplifted ass. With each thrust of his cock into her asshole, Karen was scooted on the floor, making her move her knees forward to keep her ass in the air. She lifted her head to scream with the fiery stretching of her asshole, and Billy rammed deeply, making her scream come from her lungs with a loud explosion of air.
"Squirt it to me!" Karen begged in a gasping voice. "Give it to me, Billy! Come in me . . . come in my ass!
Ohhhh, baby, fill mother's asshole with that hot come juice! I want it, my asshole wants it!"
She strained her ass back onto his cock, shaking tightly. The ring clung to his prick with flexing tightness that caused Billy to grunt. Karen shoved her hand between her thighs and grabbed his young balls. She squeezed them hard, and Billy let out a wail.
Come juice boiled out of his cock, splashing like scalding liquid into his mother's asshole. Karen screeched as she felt her son coming up her ass, her cunt sucking inward as she pressed his balls against the swollen lips and clitoris. Time and again she screamed with the power of her constantly spasming cunt. Her asshole was sucking the come juice out of her son's balls, sucking it from him the way she sucked it with her mouth.
"More, Billy! Ohhhh, give me more!" But he had given her all he could.
He slumped across his mother's ass, his cock relaxing inside the clutching ring. Karen released his balls and held his weight, listening to him pant as she breathed deeply. She still felt sensitive, yet wanted to hold his cock inside her asshole as long as she could. She tried to stop the closing and opening of her asshole, but that didn't work. She was squeezing his cock from her asshole and was unable to stop it.
She moaned softly as his cock was pushed from her ass, falling down along the lips of her cunt. After a moment longer, Billy sat back, but when she started to turn onto her side, he stopped.
"Let me look at you, Mom," he said, still sounding tired.
"Mmmmm, you like it, huh?" she purred, wiggling her uplifted ass.
"I love it," he breathed, gazing at her long thighs, her creamy ass, the ring of her asshole and the hairy way her cunt pooched from between her thighs. The curly hair was beaded with juices, the pink flesh glistening.
Quietly he stood up behind her, taking his cock between a finger and thumb. Karen had her eyes closed, twisting her ass slowly.
Billy aimed his cock and began pissing.
"Oh, what are you . . . " Karen gasped, feeling the hot piss splash against the cheeks of her ass. "Ohhhhh, you silly nut!"
Billy giggled and pissed upon his mother's asshole. Karen gurgled as his hot piss stung the sensitive pucker. Karen looked along her dangling tits and saw the golden piss. It looked as if she was pissing. She rested her shoulders and head on the floor, moving her hands to her ass and pulling on the cheeks.
"Ohhhh, piss on me, darling!" she cooed. "Piss on mother's ass! Piss on my asshole! Ohhhh, Billy, it's so hot!"
She pulled at the hairy lips of her cunt, opening it for him.
"Piss on my cunt!" she squealed. "Ohhhh, yes, piss on mother's cunt, too!"
Billy lowered his cock slightly and pissed against the wet lips of his mother's pussy. Karen waggled her ass lewdly as she felt it. Billy bent his knees slightly, aiming his piss at the opening of his mother's pussy.
Karen clawed her cunt as wide open as she could, gasping with the ecstasy, Billy swung his cock up and down, pissing into her ass and cunt with alternate spurts, watching with hot eyes.
Karen's naked ass was drenched in piss, her cunt soaked, the curling hairs matted. The feel of his piss splashing upon her asshole and cunt was good, delightful, She didn't feel degraded or humiliated at all.
It felt much too good for that. She arched her ass as high as she could, running her fingers from cunt to asscheeks, directing her son where she wanted him to piss. Billy followed her fingers with his cock, pissing strongly.
When he began to slow, he moved his cock closer to her ass. When he had his prick a few inches away, he found himself stopping. With a final squirt, he stepped back, shaking his cock. He looked at her, seeing piss all over her creamy flesh.
"Piss for me, Mom," he said, his voice husky. "Let me watch you piss."
"I don't know if I can this way," she said, her voice low. "I'll try."
With her head and shoulders resting on the floor, her ass up, she parted her knees farther, holding the lips of her cunt apart. She grunted and strained, and after a few dribbles, began to piss a strong stream of golden piss. Billy laughed, but not in derision. He was excited to see his mother piss in this odd position.
Impulsively, Billy droped to his knees and cupped his hands, shoving them into the hot stream of his mother's piss. When his cupped hands filled, he lifted them to his face, and began to wash himself in his mother's piss. He smeared it all about his chest, his neck, his face, then scooted forward to feel the hot piss spurting over his cock and balls.
"I'm stopping," Karen said, squirting a couple of spurts.
Billy lowered his face and kissed his mother's naked, piss-covered ass, then sat back giggling.
Karen turned and sat before him, her eyes glowing.
"You're a mess," she said.
"I liked it," he responded.
"As good as fucking me?"
Billy nodded, grinning.
Karen stood up, but, before moving away, she shoved her pussy to her son's face, spreading her legs.
"Taste my cunt now," she said.
Eagerly, Billy shoved his face into his mother's cunt, feeling the wetness on his cheeks. He snapped his tongue out and ran it through the piss-wet pussy hair. Karen grabbed the back of his head and smashed her pussy at his face, laughing.
"Taste it," she said. "Taste mother's cunt and piss."
Then she released him, leaning down and pushing her lips against his in a long, openmouthed kiss. She snaked her tongue about his lips, then stood.
"I taste sort of good, don't I?" she laughed lewdly.
Billy nodded again, his eyes gleaming as he got to his feet.
"Well, like we said, fuck the water bill," Karen laughed, taking his hand. "It looks like shower time again, I'd say."
They used the hall bathroom, showering together in the smaller area. Karen loved the feel of her son's naked body against hers, the soap making them slippery. There was more play than showering for some time, with Karen making playful grabs at her son's cock and balls, and Billy goosed his mother everytime she dropped the soap, which was often.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen knew her son was bringing out all her eroticism. She wondered if anyone else could have done this. Certainly not her husband, but would a different man or boy do it?
There were a lot of questions but few answers.
She wore an attractive sun suit, sitting in the yard with her son. The top was held up by two very thin, fragile straps, her tits straining against the terry cloth material. Her long legs were becoming very tanned, a light honey color.
Billy, as always, was in a pair of jogging shorts, a white pair now. In the hot summer months, that was about all he wore. She enjoyed seeing his strong, young body in them. He used to wear shorts under the jogging shorts, but no longer. This way she could see the outline of his cock as it hung along his left thigh. And, when he would sit or stand a certain way, she caught a glimpse of his cock, mostly just the prickhead, but the sight was enough to cause a demanding inward clutch of her cunt.
The sun was going down, but it had done nothing for the heat of the day.
She sat in a lawn chair, near a small table with a colorful umbrella in the center, drinking iced tea. Billy, as boys his age will do, tumbled about on the lawn, working off that youthful energy.
He was a few feet in front of her, on his back, bringing his knees up and toward his head. Karen watched the stretching of his jogging shorts over his young ass, licking her lips with desire, She saw the way his precious balls bulged at the crotch, and the head of his cock as it peeked from the leg of the shorts. She crossed her long, naked thighs, working the foot in a rocking motion, her inner thighs moving against her cunt.
Catching herself, she realized she had done this a number of times, almost unconsciously. She had heard women masturbated this way, in public places, but had not realized she had been doing it, too. Grinning as she watched her son with his feet near his head, she rocked her foot and let the motion of her inner thighs create a delicious heat on her cunt.
"Pull your cock out," she whispered. "Pull what, Mom?"
"Show me your cock, Billy."
He pulled his prick from the leg of his shorts, "Now your balls," she said.
Billy pulled the crotch of his shorts aside, exposing his cock and balls to his mother's heating eyes. He held his ass in the air, his feet at his head. Karen found herself getting hungry for his cock, and stood and moved toward him. She knelt on the grass, putting her hands on his ass to hold him up. Billy looked up at his mother, knowing what she was going to do, eager for it.
Karen lowered her face, kissing his exposed balls. She pulled his shorts away from his ass, and licked about the cheek. She kissed his balls again, and then pulled them into her wet, hot mouth. Her eyes gazed down at him as she tickled his cock with her fingers, sucking at his balls. Closing her fist around his cock, she stroked it. Her mouth and fist made his cock swell, and the harder it became, the more she jacked, sucking at his balls with soft purrs of pleasure.
Sliding her mouth off his balls, she ran the fat surface of her tongue along the shaft of his cock, then tickled his piss-hole with the tip.
"You always taste so good," she murmured as she closed her lips about the head of her son's cock. She sucked him a few moments, never taking more than the swollen prickhead between her lips. "I think I could suck this wonderful cock all day, baby."
Billy wrapped his arms behind his knees to hold his ass up, watching her, grinning.
Karen licked at his cock from the head to his balls, flicking with her tongue. The hot hardness thrilled her, and she didn't understand her desire to feel his cock and balls against her face and mouth. She didn't want to understand it, but to enjoy it. Billy, she knew, didn't mind at all. Like most men, or boys, they loved to be sucked. Fortunately for her son, she thought with amusement, she loved to suck cock, too.
"Your balls are hot, honey," she murmured as she brushed her lips about them. "They feel nice and full, too. I bet you have a wonderful load of come juice in them."
"Suck my cock and find out, Mom," he urged.
"My pleasure," she whispered, taking the smooth head of her son's cock between her lips again.
She moved her mouth up and down, gazing into his face, watching his delighted expression, She ran her lips down, filling her mouth with the hot hardness, shivering when the head brushed at her throat. She worked her lips at the base of his cock, pressing her tongue on it, sucking upward, she held her lips as tight as she could, then licked about his dripping piss-hole.
Puffing her lips off his cock, she said in a soft voice, "Don't piss in my mouth, darling."
Closing her lips about her son's cock again, she wondered why she had said that. She wouldn't mind if he pissed into her mouth at all. But, he had a very hard cock, and boys can't piss with a hard-on, she had been told, or read someplace.
She let her son lower his ass a bit, but she held his hips upward. She sucked at his cock slowly and tenderly, enjoying the hard taste of it, the way it caused her lips to tingle sweetly. She used her tongue often, making Billy gasp with ecstasy. Holding just the smooth head between her lips, Karen licked and sucked at his piss hole, drawing the juices into her mouth and swallowing them hungrily.
"Mmmmm, so sweet," she murmured, swiping her tongue about the round head of his sock. "I hope you really squirt it down my throat, honey. I hope you come so much, it chokes me."
"Keep sucking, Mom," he gurgled. "Keep sucking and that's what will happen."
"Promise?" Her eyes sparkled in the fading evening light.
Billy nodded, and his mother closed her hot, wet lips about his cock again, sucking up and down a little faster. She made throaty squeals while sucking on his cock, pressing her lips hard at the base, drawing up on the hot hardness and pressing it to the roof of her mouth. She swallowed often because her son dripped so much.
Now and then she removed her mouth to lick and kiss along the hard cockshaft to his balls, only to take his cock back into her mouth. She lowered his ass to the lawn, scooting to his side with his cock still inside her mouth. Billy shoved a hand between his mother's silky thighs and stroked up and down, from her knee to her cunt. Karen pulled her shorts to one side so her son could fondle her hairy cunt. Billy pulled at his mother's thigh.
"Put it in my face, Mom!" he groaned. "Put your cunt in my face!"
With a soft whimper of delight, Karen spread her knees across Billy's face, her cunt hovering a few inches above. Billy pulled the crotch of her sun suit farther, and lifted his face to her pussy. As his tongue swirled into the wetness, Karen gurgled and pressed at his mouth, sucking faster on his prick. She shoved her hands underneath him and clasped the cheeks of his ass, bobbing her head up and down.
Being in the yard and sucking her son's cock added an element of excitement to it that Karen would not have thought possible. It seemed to make his cock taste better, make her cunt wetter and hotter. She twisted her ass while her son ran his tongue in and out of her pussy, mewling softly in muffled sounds.
She cried out with pleasure when her son wrapped his arms about her ass and pulled her cunt tight into his mouth. She began to gently bump her pussy up and down, grinding it into his face. His cock seemed thicker and hotter and harder than ever, and she devoured it with intense eagerness.
The wet sounds her son made at her pussy excited her as much as what his tongue was doing to it. She moved her lips up and down his cock with increasing speed, wiggling her ass about as she slammed her cunt up and down at his sucking mouth, unconcerned that she might bruise his lips. The excitement was too intense to worry about such things.
As the heat boiled in her cunt, Karen sucked hard on his cock, squeezing his ass, lifting his hips to take as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. She squealed and twisted her lips about his prick as she sucked up and down with growing frenzy. Her tongue swirled about, her throat working at the juices.
She was wet, her cunt slippery and sliding about her son's face. Still, Billy kept his tongue where he wanted it, either in her cunt or on her inflamed clitoris. The faster he moved his tongue, the stronger she sucked at his cock.
Feeling an orgasm swelling deep inside her body, she smashed her cunt into her son's face hard, grinding frantically, squealing around his prick. A long, soft moan came from her as she came, her cunt squeezing at her son's mouth and tongue. Billy clung to his mother's twisting ass, pumping his own hips up and down. Karen rammed her mouth down as he came up, lifting her head when he lowered his hips.
He was fucking into her greedy mouth as she came, and Karen sucked as strongly as she could, needing the explosion of his cock inside her mouth, the flood of his sweet, thick come juice.
Billy grunted against her cunt, and her mouth was quickly flooded with hot, creamy juice of his precious balls. Karen squealed as her son spurted into her mouth. She didn't swallow, but let him come in those strong spurts. She closed her lips tightly about his cock in an effort to stop the come juice from seeping past them. Her mouth filled, each gush burning across her tongue. She clung to his cock until the spasms stopped, and only then did she swallow.
"Mmmmm, so fucking good!" she mewled, lifting her pussy from his face.
She looked around as if seeing where they were for the first time, and began to giggle.
"We'll do it anywhere, won't we?" she asked her relaxed son. "Inside, outside, wherever we happen to be, we do it."
The sun had gone down and the twilight was upon them. There was still enough light to see each other, and Karen felt her son was beautiful, lying there, his cock and balls showing on the lawn. Billy, in turn, considered his mother the most beautiful woman in the world. Karen drew her knees up and rested her chin on them, looking at her son with soft eyes.
In just a few days she had found more happiness than she dreamed possible. It wasn't only the sex, she felt, but more. Her son was very affectionate with her, more than before, He was a little man, her man.
She had done things with her son she had never dreamed of doing with anyone else. She still didn't want to do it with anyone else, either. She had no curiosity about other men or other boys his age.
Billy had not answered her question, but she had not expected him to answer. They were comfortable with each other in silence, a familiarity many people never found. Some people had to be talking constantly, a way of reassuring themselves they were still loved and still communicating. But she and Billy communicated silently, by gesture, by look, by a movement, a touch.
Billy turned onto his side and stroked his mother's thigh, running his hand up and down, from her knee to the leg of her sun suit. Karen loved to be touched by him, he was so gentle and tender. She shivered at his touch, a sweet kind of shiver.
The frenzy of fucking was wearing off, settling into a more relaxed, drawn-out kind of fucking. They still went after each other in a frenzy at times, of course, depending on the mood they were in. Sometimes Karen felt as if she couldn't get enough of her son, of his taste, his hardness, his whole body. She wanted to devour him completely, starting with his feet, his toes, and work her way to his head.
Billy moved his fingers lightly into her sun suit. She felt him playing with the soft hairs of her cunt, and parted her knees to give him room. He stroked along one of her pussy lips, but stayed away from her clitoris. She didn't mind; her clitoris was still a bit sensitive. His fingers felt good on her pussy, sliding up and down in feathery lightness on that one cunt lip.
Darkness was closing in and she couldn't see him as clearly, but it didn't matter. The night air was still warm, and neither she nor her son wanted to go in yet. She saw the moon, full and silvery, come into the sky, and felt like a teenage girl again, with her first boyfriend. She felt the bitter-sweet ache of love, a first love, for her son. It was a feeling most people experienced only once in a lifetime, but she was lucky; she was feeling it for the second time.
"I love you, Billy," she whispered.
"I love you, Mom."
"Honey, I mean like a girlfriend," she said softly, "I don't mean like your mother. I love you like a mother, too, but . . . I can't explain it, darling," "I think I understand, Mom," he said gently.
She stretched out beside him, facing him. Wrapping her arms about his neck, she pressed her lips against his, kissing him tenderly. Billy responded by hugging his mother tightly, returning her kiss. She trembled as he began running his hands up and down her back, over the swell of her flawless, shapely ass, the creamy flesh of her thighs. He caressed her with tender affection, not with frantic need. She mewled softly as he cupped her ass, pulling her crotch against his. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Karen squealed with pleasure, licking with her own tongue. She felt his cock hardening against her stomach, but his hands didn't become frantic on her ass. He squeezed the asscheeks, cupping and feeling them. They kept kissing without frenzy. When Billy slipped his hand under the leg of her sun suit to play with her ass, she gurgled softly and bunched her asscheeks for his pleasure. Her cunt was becoming wet again, but still without that frantic urgency. She wanted him, wanted his cock inside her cunt, fucking her, but she wanted it slow and gentle.
Pulling from him, she slipped the fragile straps of her sunsuit down her shoulders and arms, then lay on her back. Her son leaned down and mouthed her tits, running his tongue about her nipples slowly, pulling them into his mouth, sucking tenderly. She felt his cock pressing at her hip, and grasped it with a tight fist. Her cunt was very wet again, but without the mind-shattering heat.
"Fuck me, baby," she whispered softly. "Fuck me now, darling."
Billy started to shove his shorts down, but she stopped him.
"Leave them on, honey," she purred.
Billy, his cock jutting out of his shorts, slipped between his mother's thighs. Karen opened her legs for him, and felt his hand pulling the crotch of her sun suit away from her pussy. Then she felt the head of his cock pushing at her cunt, and a soft gasp of readiness burbled from her throat.
"Oh, yes, baby," she murmured, lifting her ass to meet his cock.
Billy shoved his prick into his mother's cunt slowly, and Karen held him on top of her for a while, then began to move her hips. Billy pumped up and down, fucking his mother slowly. Karen bent her knees, spreading her legs for him, moving from her waist down. She stroked his young face as they gazed at each other, fucking tenderly. The sliding of his cock created tingles of rapture in her cunt, exciting her, but not frantically. She pumped her ass up and down, her cunt riding on her son's cock, the hairy pussy lips gripping the throbbing shaft.
"It's beautiful," she whispered up to him, caressing his face with the palm of her hand. "It feels very beautiful, Billy."
Billy remained quiet. He was holding himself up with his arms, gazing into his mother's face as he moved his cock in and out of her cunt. Karen slipped her hands down his back, over his covered ass. She pulled at his shorts, getting his balls from the crotch. She loved to feel his precious balls strike her ass when he stabbed his cock into her cunt. The heat started to grow within her, and she closed her hands about his ass, wiggling and squirming her cunt up to him.
"Oh, baby, baby," she murmured, grinding at him. "It's so good, Billy. You feel so good in me."
"I know, Mom," he said, finally. "You feel good to me, too."
"Oh, feel that," she gasped softly. "I'm coming."
"I can feel it, Mom," he said, and pushed his cock deep into her cunt, and began to squirt come juice into her pussy.
CHAPTER NINE
Karen felt great.
She had been living with her son as if he was her husband or lover for over a week, and it was getting better and better. She did not consider what they had done on the lawn as fucking, but making love.
There was a difference, she felt. Fucking was fucking, that greedy, overwhelming urge to fuck and come, was plain fucking. But what they had done in the moonlight was making love. There had been no frenzy, no hot urgency, and they had come almost gently. Karen loved it.
But she loved the frenzy of wild fucking, too.
Knowing she didn't desire anyone else, she began to hope that her son felt the same way. Still, she felt unsettled. Billy was young, with very hot balls on him. Would he remain satisfied with her, or would he start looking around, seeing other desirable girls, want them, even if out of curiosity?
It was time for her to find out, she felt.
Without anything to base her jealousy on other than the crazy thoughts in her head, Karen began taking her son out for dinner almost nightly, watching him closely when there were pretty women around. She noticed he did, indeed, look at them. In fact, if he caught a brief glimpse of a shapely thigh, his interest was obvious in his eyes. If he saw some slender, very pretty girl in short shorts, he gazed almost rudely.
Billy never mentioned desiring them, though. All he did was look. She began to steal peeks at the front of his pants when he was absorbed in staring at a beautiful girl or women, but never saw his cock hardening.
She found her son was particularly attracted to slim pretty girls with tight skirts and sweaters, and even more so if they had a long slit in the skirt to expose a creamy thigh. Not wanting to compete with such beauties, Karen nevertheless began dressing in the manner she learned her son enjoyed best. She chose her sweaters and blouse with care, making sure her rounded tits were well defined, and wore them without bras so her nipples strained out boldly. Her skirts were tight enough to mold her lovely ass, with slits up one side almost to her hip. She discarded her panty hose and began wearing nylons with high heels. This required a garter belt, and she purchased several, in different colors. The style of her panties changed, too. She had always worn bikini panties, but now she chose panties that were almost obscene.
Still, her dress was in good taste, not brazen.
She found herself pleased with the effect. She looked sensual, very sensual, but not at all wanton. She found other men looking at her with desire, yet she wanted none of them. She felt good to be desired and attractive to other men, and realized that because her son looked at women, it did not mean he wanted them, to fuck them. She realized her son was more of a man by looking at those pretty women than he would be if he ignored them. She felt something would be wrong with her son if he didn't notice a particularly attractive woman.
After a time, she understood that desire was normal and natural.
And then Karen discovered something else on those outings.
It made her excited to see her son gaze at an exposed thigh, or a well-formed tit. It didn't make much sense to her, but she was excited when he looked at other women. She found herself with a wet cunt, a stiffening clitoris, as they sat in some restaurant, with Billy seeing a pretty woman.
She found herself wanting to grab him where they were, pull his cock out, and fuck him there on the table before the other diners. She found she wanted to crawl beneath their table and suck his cock off while he watched the pretty women. It was the most insane feeling, yet it was there.
They were in a small restaurant, and her son was watching a young woman, a delicious blonde, a few tables from theirs. The girl's skirt was high, showing most of her thigh. It was a lovely thigh, Karen had to admit. So creamy and smooth looking. Her son was gazing almost to the point of embarrassing her. Yet, the blonde woman didn't seem to notice Billy looking at her.
The blonde woman and the man she was with were preparing to leave, and, as the woman turned in her chair, her legs swung open. She heard a gasp from her son and saw what he saw. The blonde woman was naked under her skirt, and there was a brief flash of her cunt, the blonde hair and all. The woman had to walk past their table, and Karen felt almost shocked when the pretty woman winked at Billy.
"She did that purposely," Karen whispered, feeling a flush on her cheeks. "That's .. . that's brazen!"
Billy grinned at his mother. "She knew I was looking, too. Did you see her wink at me, Mom?"
"I saw," Karen said.
Her cunt was reacting with a twitching heat, making her shift her ass on her chair. Somehow what the woman had done created a very powerful hunger between Karen's thighs.
"I guess your cock is hard now," she said. Billy grinned. "Just reach over here and feel," he offered.
"Not here," Karen hissed. "I'm not like her."
"Who would see?"
"Anyone could see," Karen replied. "But let's get out of here."
She dropped money on the table and led her son outside. It was dark, but with streetlights casting brightness around the parking lot. She climbed into the car, and her son slipped in beside her.
She turned and grabbed her son tightly, pulling his face into her tits. "Oh, Billy, I'm so hot all of a sudden!"
Her hands feverishly dropped to his lap, rubbing at his crotch. She felt his cock responding to her feeling hand, and closed it tightly through his pants. She heard her son grunt with her frenzied squeezing.
"Feel me!" she hissed at the top of his head. "Stick your hand up my dress and feel my cunt!"
Billy eagerly pushed his hand between his mother's thighs. The crotch of her skimpy panties was drenched with pussy juices. Karen swung her legs wide in the front seat of the car, sobbing hotly as her son thrust two fingers into her boiling cunt. With feverish fingers, she tore at his pants, getting his cock free. She gripped it with a tight fist, jerking up and down, moaning at the top of his head.
"I need it now, darling! I need your cock right now!"
Billy pulled from her tits, looking around. "Right here, Mom? What about the lights, someone coming by?"
"I don't care!" Karen hissed hotly, jerking on her son's cock desperately. "I don't care, damn it! I want your cock now, Billy!"
She pushed him back, shoving her ass on the seat, then dived her face down, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking him hungrily, mewling and breathing hotly. Billy leaned back against the seat, writhing his ass to his mother's hot, wet mouth. Karen, bobbing greedily, drew her knees to the seat, lifting her ass.
Billy looked about quickly, and couldn't keep his hands off her body. He jerked her skirt over her ass and to her waist. Shoving his hand into the elastic of her panties, he began feeling her ass, shoving his fingers along the hot crack and to her cunt. He rammed a finger into his mother's dripping cunt, hard, making her cry out with joy on his cock. She waggled her uplifted ass, but kept sucking him in a frenzy, her lips tight and her tongue swirling.
"Ohhhhh, Mom!" he groaned, resting one hand on top of her darting head, "Ohhhh, your mouth is so wet and hot, Mom! Suck me! Suck my cock, Mom!"
Karen devoured her son's cock there in the well-lit parking lot, her ass in the air, skirt around her waist, with his hand inside her panties and fingerfucking her cunt. The feeling of intense, wanton desire burned inside her hotter than ever, and she didn't care if she was seen with her mouth filled by a hard cock, her ass in the air, waving about.
She gurgled softly as she raced her lips up and down his cock.
She shoved her hand into his pants and pulled his young balls out, pressing them to her cheek as she sucked. The heat of his balls on her face sent wild tremors of cocksucking hunger through her. She wanted his cock in her cunt, but she wanted it in her mouth, too. Feverishly, she pulled her mouth off his cock and licked hungrily at his balls. She pressed her cheek against his throbbing cock as her tongue swirled about his loaded balls, feeling him dripping on her flesh. She pressed his prick to her head, brushed it about her face, her eyes, her nose, under her chin. She sobbed softly with this strange, overpowering desire for her son in the parking lot. The very danger of exposure intensified her hungers, made her cunt bubble juicily.
"Ohhhhh, Billy!" she hissed, her lips brushing at his seeping piss hole. "Come for mother! Please, baby, come in my mouth! Ohhhhh, squirt your hot, sweet come juice down my cocksucking throat!"
She sucked his cock desperately into her mouth again, her head racing up and down. She shook her uplifted ass to his fingers. Billy now had a finger inside her cunt, his thumb up her asshole. He was plunging them in and out, squirming on the seat while she sucked in a frenzy on his hard cock. His balls were hard and full, burning up. She felt his finger and thumb stabbing fast into her steaming cunt and gripping asshole. She gasped around his cock as she came, not lifting her mouth. Her pussy squeezed at his finger as her asshole gripped his thumb. She squealed in a wet, muffled sound, her orgasm bursting through her very hard, curling her toes inside the high heels. She tried to swallow his cock in her ecstasy, the swollen prickhead almost inside her throat, her lips gripping the base.
"Mom!" Billy shouted, gritting his teeth. "Oh, you're about to get a fucking mouthful, Mom! Suck . . .
suck my cock hard! I'm about to come, Mom!"
Karen struggled with his cock, her lips tight as they glided up and down the hardness hungrily, She made wild sounds deep in her throat, her ass shaking in the air. She felt his cock swell more, become harder between her lips. Frantically, she fucked her mouth up and down, beating her stretched lips into the base of his cock. She pulled and twisted her son's balls, urging him to explode into her mouth, to send that thick, creamy come juice boiling down her throat.
"Mom, Mom, Mom!"
Billy shoved at the top of his mother's head, arching his cock into her mouth.
Karen groaned, and then her mouth was flooded with the boiling juices of his sweet, young balls. The powerful squirts splashed into her throat, burning deliciously. She made wet sounds as she swallowed his come juice thirstily, her cunt still clutched with orgasms, drawing on his no longer thrusting finger.
Her asshole clamped about his thumb as if to secure it there forever.
Spurt after spurt gushed into her greedy mouth, and the more her son came, the better she loved it. Her tongue whipped about his prick. She pulled her lips up until she held the head in her mouth. She sucked hard on his piss hole, her tongue flicking hotly about it, tasting the final spurts.
She clung to his cock until she was sure he was finished, and then lifted her head. She kissed the wet tip of his prick, and sat up, his finger and thumb slipping out of her cunt and asshole. Karen gazed at her son, her eyes still smoldering, her lips glistening. Her tits strained against her blouse, and her cunt still boiled with need.
Voices came to them, and she saw a man and. woman entering a car nearby.
"If they had been there a few seconds earlier," she giggled, "they'd have seen something shocking."
"Who cares?" Billy breathed, still panting from the frenzy of her blow job. "Besides, Mom, look at my cock."
Karen did, and his prick was standing up just as hard as ever.
"Ohhhh, baby!" she cooed, grabbing his cock with a tight fist and jacking. "Can it wait? I mean, until we get home?"
"I don't wanna wait," he said. "I wanna fuck you, Mom! I want my cock in your cunt, fucking it!"
Karen's pussy was on fire as she stroked his still-hard cock. She looked around, watching the couple drive off. Sucking him in this brightly lit parking lot had been impulsive, something she couldn't resist.
But now with the edge of her own passion, she wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to fuck him here.
The couple leaving could have caught them, her mouth stuffed with hard cock. The parking lot was now empty of people, but anyone could come to their car at any time.
"Mom, I need it!" Billy moaned. "I need your pussy!"
Karen felt his cock throbbing, then cupped his balls. They felt as hot as ever, as full. She couldn't refuse him.
"Okay," she whispered, turning loose, and lifted her ass. She pulled her panties off, tossing them into the back seat. Without looking around this time, she jerked her skirt to her waist. "Lean back, honey."
Billy was already leaning back, his cock standing up tall and hard.
Karen swung her knee across him, grabbing his cock with one hand and fitting the swollen head to her pussy. She lowered herself, making a soft gurgle as his cock slipped into her hairy cunt. She pressed down until his prick was buried deeply, then twisted her ass. She gripped his shoulders and began to move, to bounce up and down on his cock.
"Hold my ass!" she hissed, "Hold mother's ass, and I'll fuck you!"
Billy shoved his hands along his mother's nylon-clad thighs to her naked ass. She gave a mewl and began to bounce up and down. The friction of his cock against the tightness of her cunt made her tremble with pleasure, her clitoris scrapping along the prickshaft and crushing to the base. She made choking sounds as her face was buried into his neck and shoulder.
"Oh, baby, baby!" she whimpered. "God, it's good! You feel so good in me! Ahhhh, Billy, mother is going to fuck your cock! Mother will fuck your hard cock, making you come again!"
"Fuck me, Mom!" he groaned, gritting his teeth and straining his cock up to her dancing pussy. "Fuck me!"
The car rocked with her movements, but neither of them were aware of it. Passion was high, running rampantly through both their bodies. The excitement of fucking in such an exposed place created a strange but beautiful hunger in Karen. The fact that anyone could see what she was doing, see her naked ass flashing up and down on a hard cock, sent shivers of perverse pleasure through her. She whipped her ass about, sobbing with the stretching of her cunt. Her son's cock felt so hard at this moment, so long and deep inside her pussy. She shook her ass wildly as she pounded her cunt up and down his cock. She began to bite at his neck, her lips sucking his flesh as her tongue licked.
Billy clung to his mother's bouncing ass, lifting his hips as best he could, letting her bang her hairy cunt up and down on his cock. He gasped and cried out with the fury of his mother's wildly shaking ass.
Feverishly, Karen lifted her shoulders and head, She jerked at her blouse, ripping buttons free until she had her tits exposed.
"Suck them!" she wailed. "Suck my tits, Billy! Ohhhhh, baby, suck mother's tits! I won't stop fucking you!
Suck my tits and mother's cunt will fuck your cock so hard!"
Billy saw his mother's tits gleaming in the harsh light of the street lamp, and clutching one with a tight fist, he drew the nipple of the other into his mouth, sucking hard and greedily. He dug his other hand into her bouncing ass, a finger pushing at her puckering asshole. Karen cried out with sensation, stabbing herself in her burning cunt with frantic thrusts of her hips. She felt each throb of her son's cock between the stretching, fiery lips of her pussy.
"Ohhh, suck my tit! Suck my fucking tit!" she gasped. "My cunt, my pussy, it's on fire, darling! Oooo, I'm going to come in a second! Ahhhhh, so good, so good! You're so hard, Billy!"
"Fuck me, Mom!" he groaned around her tit. "I am! Oh, God, I'm fucking you!"
Her naked ass whirled with wild thrusting motions, her cunt squeezing his cock wetly. She lifted her head, the top pushing at the roof of the car, her eyes closed. The burning start of an orgasm was building inside her cunt, the sweet feeling becoming unbearable. She strained her cunt onto his prick, as if trying to get his cock into her stomach.
"Now, Billy!" she shouted. "Now!" With a wild cry, Karen came.
The contractions of her cunt grabbed at his cock as she still fucked up and down. Billy gritted his teeth, both his hands not gripping his mother's revealed tits. Her nipples bulged from his fingers as he strained his hips up.
Ohhhh, God . . . come in my fucking cunt, darling!"
With a hot groan, Billy came.
The come juice spurted out of his cock into her pussy, splashing the fiery walls, time and again.
Karen slammed her cunt down onto his squirting cock almost brutally, straining onto him, her orgasm clutching him. They came for a long time, or so it seemed.
With a gurgle, Karen slumped over her son,her knees along his hips, her ass showing and trembling.
She clung to him for a long time, and Billy nuzzled at her naked tits, caressing her shivering naked ass and nyloned thighs. His cock softened inside her pussy, and Karen tried to control herself but her cunt pushed his cock out anyway.
Coming out of a daze, she looked around, and scooted off him quickly. She pulled her blouse over her tits just as a young couple came past their car. She felt her face burning as she watched the man open the door for his date.
After the couple drove off, she began to laugh, almost hysterically.
"We were almost caught, Mom," Billy giggled.
"God, I know!" Karen said, controlling her laughter. "Almost caught twice. God, if that young couple had come by just a second earlier, they would have seen something, I'd say!"
"Yeah, your ass, Mom," Billy laughed, scooting close to her. "They'd have seen your pretty ass fucking me, that's what they'd have seen."
"You nut!" she laughed, hugging him tightly.
"You don't care, do you? You really don't care if someone saw us fucking, saw my ass bouncing on your cock?"
"Why should I care, Mom? I'm the one getting it."
She kissed him quickly, then smoothed her skirt over her thighs and found she couldn't button her blouse. She had torn all the buttons off in her frenzy.
"I can't button my blouse," she complained. "I'll have to drive home this way."
"I'll hold it together, Mom," he offered.
Karen pulled the car from the parking lot, her son sitting close to her, holding her blouse over her tits.
But Billy didn't just hold her blouse there. He began to play with her tits as she drove, and before she could stop him, he had allowed the fabric to fall away from her tits.
"Billy!"
He laughed, pulling at her nipples.
"Oh, what the hell?" She giggled, and finished driving home with her son playing with her tits, not caring if anyone saw.
CHAPTER TEN
Karen thought a great deal about fucking her son in the parking lot.
She didn't deny her excitement, the tremendous heat she had felt.
Part of the excitement, she knew, was the possibility of being seen by strangers. She really didn't want to be seen, she didn't think, but it was exciting anyway. However, she decided she would never again allow her desires to become that strong in such a public place.
They were going out to dinner every night now.
She was now giving her son money to pay their way, and she enjoyed watching him act the gentleman, leaving the appropriate tips and all. She enjoyed his attention, enjoyed the smiles of approval they got from other couples, the comments about how nice to have an attentive son.
She dressed for him, and him only. Billy didn't seem to mind when others looked at her. On the contrary, it made him strut a little, looking proud. She began to feel more like his girlfriend than his mother, and she knew her son was looking upon her that way, too.
She took him to the public pool, wearing the smallest of bikinis, and felt thrilled when her son told her she was the best-looking bitch there. She was glad he looked at her body more than at the other skimpily clad women, glad she turned him on in a way none of those delectable little beauties did. She lay on a huge towel and let him smear her with tanning solution, enjoying his hands on her flesh. She didn't make a protest when he would brush at her swelling tits, barely concealed by a tiny halter top, or when he stroked the oil close to her cunt. She parted her legs for him, no longer caring who watched them.
Billy sat at his mother's hip, rubbing her long legs with oil, but gazing at the bulge her cunt made in the tiny bikini. His cock became hard as he sat cross-legged, caressing her creamy skin. She noticed it, and wanted to touch it, but there were too many people about. She rested her palm on one of his knees instead, and slightly moved her hips to tease him. She managed to use the muscles of her cunt, to tighten it with his eyes watching the slit outlined by her bikini bottoms.
"You'll make me come in my fucking trunks," he whispered to her. "Do you want me to do that, Mom?"
"No, I don't," she whispered a reply. "I've got better places for you to come, you know." "Oh?" he teased.
Karen glanced around, lowering her voice more.
"My cunt, my mouth, my asshole," she whispered.
"You better not talk that way, Mom," he warned. "I'll come right here."
"Watch my cunt," she murmured, and when he gazed at it, she made the puffy lips writhe. He could see it clearly through the thin crotch of her bikini, and a low groan came from him.
"Mom, I mean it. I'll come in my trunks." "No, you won't," she said, sitting up. "We'll find someplace."
She stood up, and Billy got to his feet, feeling self-conscious because his cock was hard, his hard-on obvious. Karen saw it, and her eyes took on a hot expression.
"Let them see it," she said softly. "Just follow me."
Billy walked a few feet behind his mother, his eyes watching the dancing movement of her ass. He passed a couple of teenage girls, and heard them giggle when they noticed his cock pressing hardly at the front of his trunks. Karen, too, heard them, and waggled her ass, amused by her son's discomfort.
She didn't want him embarrassed, but there wasn't much she could do about it until they found someplace to hide. Besides, he wasn't really embarrassed by his hard-on, she knew.
She walked past the dressing rooms, then the restrooms. She saw some thick bushes off to one side, but there seemed to be an awful lot of boys and girls around. She didn't see any other place, unless she wanted to take her son to the parking lot, which was quite a distance. Besides, there would be more people at the parking area.
She pointed toward the bushes, looking over her shoulder at her son.
Billy nodded his head, and Karen boldly walked to them.
There was a very small clearing inside the bushes. They couldn't be seen, but they could hear the chatter of the boys and girls. Karen turned to her son, and fondled his cock for a moment.
"We can take care of this right here," she murmured, sliding his trunks down to his knees. "Besides, I don't want to wait any longer."
She cupped her son's balls in one hand, stroking his cock with the other. Billy, shaking with desire, untied his mother's bikini top. Her tits came free, nipples rigid with hunger.
"Take my bottoms off, too," she purred throatily.
Billy tugged at the ties at her hips, and the bikini bottom slithered to her feet. Karen's cunt bubbled, but she squatted for a moment in front of her son, nuzzling at his hard cock and loaded balls. She wrapped her arms about his hips, kissing and licking, tasting his cock and balls. The sun burned down on them, the bushes concealing them from others, yet they could hear the voices.
She dipped her face and opened her mouth, letting her son's sweet balls fall into them. She sucked and lapped at his balls, her nose pressing at the stiffness of his cock, her eyes burning up at his delighted face. The feel of both his young balls in her mouth sent excitement to her cunt as she squatted there, She could actually feel her pussy dripping those hot juices, her knees wide, pulling his crotch into her face. She moaned softly as she mouthed his balls, her hands clutching his ass.
"God, you taste so good!" she breathed, letting his balls out of her mouth, "You always taste so fucking good to me!"
Billy pushed his cock to his mother's mouth, brushing the swollen, dripping piss hole from one corner of her lips to the other, Karen's eyes became dreamy as she felt the heat of his prick against her lips. She darted her tongue out, tasting the juices. Billy slipped his cock past his mother's lips, shoving it into her mouth. Karen mewled softly and sucked, taking it deeply. She felt so lewd, so wanton, squatting in the bushes with his cock in her mouth, her legs wide apart. Her cunt was throbbing, her clitoris straining with exquisite sweetness, her asshole puckering at the wind.
Billy held his mother's face in his hands, looking down at her face as he fucked her mouth. Karen kept her eyes up at his face. Her eyes sparkled with hot pleasure as he ran his cock back and forth.
"Mom, you look good with my cock in your mouth," he said softly, but with a thickening of his voice.
"Mmmm," she replied, her eyes dancing at him.
Billy pushed his cock in and out of her mouth, his balls bouncing and swaying. Stretching one hand between his thighs from behind, Karen caught them, pulling and twisting as she closed her lips tightly about his hard cock. She purred with delight when her son pushed it so deep, she felt it at her throat. His movements became faster, and she knew her son would come if he kept it up. She pulled her mouth off his cock.
"Fuck me, too, baby," she hissed softly. "I want it in my cunt, too."
She turned and dropped to her hands and knees on the scanty grass, waggling her naked ass at him, looking over her shoulder with smoldering eyes.
"Fuck me for a little while," she urged.
Billy didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees behind his mother's ass, pressing his cock into her cunt.
Karen mewled softly as she shoved her pussy at him. Fighting to keep from squealing out loud, Karen waggled her ass against her son's thrusting cock. Billy held her hips, jerking her ass back as he drove his cock forward. Her tits swung to and fro as he started fucking faster. The soft slapping of his stomach against the naked cheeks of her ass seemed awfully loud to Karen, and she hoped those boys and girls on the other side of the thick bushes wouldn't hear. She stifled the moans of ecstasy that bubbled in her throat, hoping her son wouldn't become so excited he started making noises.
On her hands and knees, being fucked from behind by her son, Karen found herself staring at a colorful pair of panties. Knowing that someone else had been in the bushes, getting fucked, excited her. Next to the panties was a rubber, looking still as fresh as it had been in the packet. The rubber looked wet, even.
Her eyes clouded over with growing desire as she churned her naked ass back to her son's thrusting cock. The crazy thought of touching that rubber came into her mind. She wanted to see if it was wet with come juice, for some insane reason.
Her hand moved toward it, but came in contact with the panties first. She felt wetness on the panties and realized she was touching the crotch. With a soft giggle, she tossed the panties over her back to her son.
"Fresh panties, baby," she said. "Someone else just got fucked here, I'd say."
Billy fondled the panties, driving his cock into his mother's cunt.
Karen touched the rubber, feeling the slippery wetness. With a soft moan, she picked it up. She saw come juice pooled inside the rubber.
She closed her fist about it.
"Ohhh, Billy, fuck me in my asshole, now!"
Billy pulled his cock from his mother's cunt, lifting it and placing the head upon her asshole.
Karen gurgled softly as she felt the pressure, and inched her ass backward. Billy gazed down, watching his mother's asshole opening to his cock.
"Ohhh, so fucking good!" Karen mewled as her son's cock slipped into her burning, tight asshole.
She shoved her ass back, sinking her ass to the base. She shook her naked ass, and began to pull and push on his cock. At the same time, feeling as if she were the most wicked woman on earth, Karen shoved the rubber into her mouth and tasted the still-fresh come juice. Her face burned with part shame, part excitement, at what she was doing. Her son couldn't see what she had done. She sucked at the rubber and twisted her ass with frantic speed, taking his cock with ecstasy.
With her son fucking her in the asshole, sucking on the rubber with shameful rapture, tasting the come juice of some unknown boy, Karen felt her cunt sucking inward, her clitoris straining. Her son's balls beat upon the swollen lips of her hairy cunt, intensifying her ecstasy.
"Mom, your asshole is sucking my cock!" Billy groaned.
Karen almost jumped at the sound of his voice. She had the rubber inside her mouth now, tasting the come juice. She couldn't let him know what she was doing. That was going to have to be her secret, mostly because she felt so ashamed of her uncontrollable desire. She spat the rubber out as secretly as she could, hissing at him to be quiet. She squeezed her asshole around his cock, feeling an orgasm swelling in her cunt. She darted her naked ass back and forth, hearing the moist slapping of his stomach upon her naked asscheeks louder.
Then she grunted.
Her orgasm came without hardly any warning.
She lifted her head to the sun, straining her ass back on his cock, her cunt contracting at her son's balls.
The squeezing of her asshole on Billy's cock was too much for him.
She heard him grunt. She smashed her ass back hard on him. The spewing of his come juice into her asshole almost made her scream, and with a tremendous effort, she managed to choke it back. Each spurt of his cock into her asshole sent her cunt into throbbing spasms.
Billy held his cock deep inside his mother's asshole until he finished coming, and then slowly pulled out.
Karen whimpered as her asshole closed up, and then she turned around as her son sat on his heels, gasping hotly. His cock and balls dangled between his parted thighs, and she squatted once more facing him.
"I've got to piss," she whispered, and sent a golden stream of hot piss over the scanty grass.
Billy stared at his mother's cunt, seeing the thick hair parted, the pinkness of her cunt and the hot piss streaming from it. Karen squatted with her knees wide open, her hands on them, shoulders and head up, her flawless tits swelling out, the sun glistening on her rigid nipples. She gazed at his face as he watched her piss, seeing his delight.
"Now you," she said softly, dribbling piss. She sent a final squirt into the puddle, between her feet.
"I can wait and use the restroom, Mom," he said.
"But I want you to piss here," she said throatily. "Stand up and piss for me." Billy stood, and started to hold his cock.
"No, don't touch your cock," she said. "Just piss."
Billy arched his hips forward, his cock dangling. Karen gazed at the prickhead hotly, holding her breath.
When Billy began to piss, she lifted her hands to his hips. The stream splashed between her knees, and she began to move her face forward, parting her lips, her eyes glazed as she stared at the golden shower.
"Be careful, Mom," Billy warned.
But Karen didn't reply. She opened her mouth, and darted her face into the stream. Billy gasped, seeing his hot piss splash past his mother's lips. Karen shoved her tongue out of her mouth, tasting her son's piss spurting onto it. She opened her mouth wide and dipped her head lower, and took the hot stream of her son's piss into her mouth.
"Mom!" Billy gasped, but made no move to stop.
Karen pulled her face from the stream, her eyes smoldering and unfocused as she moaned. "In my mouth! Piss in my mouth! Ohhh, baby, I want you to piss in my mouth!"
Before Billy could say anything, Karen lowered her face and closed her lips about the head of his cock.
The touch caused him to stop pissing, but Karen urged him to start again with a groan, her eyes pleading.
Billy, giggling lewdly, held his mother at the back of her head while she held his asscheeks. And he pissed.
And pissed.
And Karen sucked it down, swallowing with perverse delight, twisting her naked ass as she squatted there, his cock inside her mouth, pissing into her throat. It didn't surprise Karen when she felt an orgasm about the lips of her cunt, nor did it surprise her when she started to come just as her son finished pissing into her mouth. She ran her tongue across his piss-hole, mewling softly as her son sent a last squirt of hot piss across it.
"Mom, you can't go around chewing on used rubbers," Billy said as he lifted his cock from her mouth.
"Oh, God!" Karen moaned, blushing.
Billy laughed, then twisted her nipples. "Just teasing," he said. "I wouldn't mind chewing on those panties. But I'd rather chew them while you're wearing them, Mom."
As they dressed, Karen flashed smiles at her son, knowing a new element was about to be introduced into their lives, and found she was looking forward to it.
