Sandra Douglas stood before the long, narrow mirror attached to the wall of her bedroom.
She was naked, except for a pair of bikini panties. Her tits strained outward with stiff nipples, nipples that tingled with a delicious heat. She looked at her tits, cupping them in her hands. She could barely lift them to her mouth, and with her tongue out as far as it would go, she could lick about the tips of her nipples.
In the mirror, she could see her son peeking, thinking he was well concealed just outside the door. But Sandra knew he was there, watching her.
That was one of her reasons for what she was doing. She enjoyed being seen by him. She enjoyed the way he watched, thinking she didn't know. But Sandra had known from the first, a week ago. She had not become angry with him. She had said nothing, pretending she didn't know he was peeking at her. She did, in fact, increase her exposure for him.
Sandra was an exhibitionist.
She had always been an exhibitionist. Even as a little girl, she had enjoyed flashing her pantied cunt to boys and girls alike. She had devised means of showing herself that seemed accidental whenever the urge struck, and that was often. All her clothing was chosen carefully to enhance the slender beauty of her body-- clinging material that hugged her flawlessly shaped tits and ass, her long, slim thighs. She wore jeans as tight as possible, enjoying the pressure of the crotch seam pulled into her cunt. She enjoyed sitting in a tight skirt, her thighs showing. She wore the tightest, most revealing shorts she could purchase. She especially enjoyed wearing shorts that exposed the creaminess of her lower ass when in public.
But best of all, she enjoyed being watched by her son.
She wanted to do this openly before him, but wasn't certain of his reaction. She felt she had to go slow, build up to it, watch Bobby closely until she felt the time was right. He was getting ready, she knew. After all this time of peeking at her, she was sure her son was very close to being eager to be in the room with her, watching her openly, without embarrassment or shame.
Pretending to look into the mirror at herself, but seeing her son's young face at the door, she writhed her ass, bunching the asscheeks for his visual pleasure. Sliding her hands from her tits, she ran them down her flat stomach, across the front of her skimpy panties to her thighs. She caressed her thighs a moment, then ran her fingers between them, pressing lightly against her cunt. She felt the tip of her clit protruding against her panties, and moaned softly as she gently pressured it. Slipping her hands to her ass, she stroked herself and wiggled sensuously, the asscheeks tightening, then loosening. Finally, she pulled upward on the elastic waist of her panties, drawing them into the crack [�f her ass and tight into her cunt. She heard her son gasp softly, and smiled to herself when she saw his eyes take on a glassy expression as he stared at the creamy swells of her exposed ass cheeks and long thighs.
It as time to go a bit further, she decided, Sandra peeled her panties downward, jutting her ass backwards as she lifted first one foot, then the other, removing her panties. Facing the mirror, she saw her son staring at her reflection, his eyes burning on the thick, lush triangle of her cunt hair. With one hand, she parted the curls of her pussy, exposing her clit by pulling up on her cuntflesh. She then ran her panties between her thighs, rubbing the swollen lips of her cunt. Lifting her panties, Sandra pressed the crotch to her face, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her cunt. The smell of her cunt--any cunt---was exciting to her, as exciting as the scent of a hard cock, a pair of sweaty balls. The odor of a hot, wet cunt, or a hard cock with slightly sweaty balls, could send her over the brink to orgasm quite often.
Making certain her son could see what she was doing, she turned her panties inside out. The crotch was moist with her cunt juices, and she shoved her tongue into her panties, licking at the crotch. Her eyes watched her son, and she felt delighted by his excited gaze. Bobby had to have a hard-on, she told herself. His cock had to be very hard and throbbing by this time. She wished she could turn and invite him into her bedroom, to see his cock and young, precious balls--but it wasn't time, not yet.
She ran the crotch of her panties about her face, washing her cheeks and chin with the juice of her cunt. She noticed her son had become intensely excited, and had his whole head around the side of the door, watching her.
Writhing her ass invitingly, Sandra pressed the crotch of her panties into her mouth, sucking the juices from the thin nylon. The taste of her cunt turned her on, making her pussy twitch hotly. She felt the juices seeping to her inner thighs, and pressed them together.
Leaning forward, with her panties dangling out of her mouth, Sandra caressed her ass and thighs. Watching her son through the mirror, she cupped the cheeks of her ass, her fingers into the asscrack, then slowly spread her ass open, bending low. Bobby's eyes widened Sandra could tell he was staring at her asshole, the wetness of her cunt, the hair that surrounded her cunt. She knew she presented a lewd, exciting picture to her son, her panties dangling from her mouth.
Sandra was very excited, much too excited to wait for her son to make an overt move, to step into the doorway. The urge to face him was strong.
She stood up, sliding her hands to her cunt again, and turned. She faced her son, looking directly at him.
"Come in, Bobby," she said, her voice whispery, throaty.
She saw him shaking, unmoving.
Sandra stepped quickly to the door and, taking his hand, pulled her son into the bedroom. She held her panties in her hand, and lifted them to his face. She brushed the wet crotch across his chin.
"Smell, honey," she whispered, gripping his hand tightly. "Smell me."
Bobby sniffed, his eyes glazing.
"You like it? Does that smell good to you?" she asked hoarsely.
Bobby nodded, afraid to trust his voice. He was almost a head shorter than his mother, and had to tilt his head to look into her smoldering eyes. His cock pressed at the front of his pants, throbbing powerfully.
Sandra rubbed the moist crotch of her panties across her son's lips. "Taste them, Bobby," she urged softly. "Taste mother's panties."
Bobby tasted, his tongue barely coming out of his lips. Quickly, Sandra pressed the crotch of her panties past his teeth.
"Suck them, honey!" she moaned. "Suck mother's panties!"
When she saw him sucking, his eyes huge, she glanced down at the cock-bulge in his pants. "Ooooo, look at that!" she crooned. "That's so lovely, baby!"
She pressed her palm against her son's cock, feeling the throbbing of it through his pants. Bobby moaned when she pressed harder. Sandra tried to close her fingers around her son's hard-on, squeezing it.
"Oh, so hard, Bobby!" she cried hotly. "You're so hard!"
She felt her son shaking as she squeezed and pressed at his cock. She drew his hand upward, closing his fingers about one firm tit.
"Feel that," she murmured. "Squeeze it ... play with it, baby."
Holding his cock-bulge, she dropped her hand and moaned softly as her son squeezed her tit, her nipple burning at his palm. She moved her hand around him, clutching a cheek of his young ass. She squeezed his ass and pulled his cock tightly into her other hand. Bobby groaned, and half her panties disappeared into his mouth.
"Ohhhh, don't you come off!" she hissed, rubbing at his cock. "Don't come, Bobby!"
She felt his cock-bulge increase with hardness. Afraid he would come in his pants, she turned him loose, sliding her hand behind him. Holding his young ass in both hands, she pulled him tightly against her naked body.
"Suck my nipples," she whispered throatily. "Ohhhh, suck Mother's nipples!"
The panties dropped from his mouth, caught between their bodies. Bobby looked into his mother's fiery eyes, and hungrily closed his h'ps about her nipple.
"Ohhhh, hard, baby! Suck my nipple hard!" She clung to his young ass, stuffing her tit into his hot, wet moutfe. She rubbed her naked cunt at his stomach, feeling the wild, almost painful, aching deep inside. She felt his cock-bulge throbbing at her thigh, and parted her legs, rubbing her hairy pussy against him. She had to take his arms and wrap them about her naked body.
"Hold me, Bobby," she whimpered. "Hold Mother and suck my nipple! Suck Mother's nipple real hard, darling!"
Bobby, almost overwhelmed by what his mother was doing with him, hugged her tightly, his cock straining hard in his pants. He wanted to slide his hands down onto her ass, but wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch her that way.
Sandra was wrapped up in her own feelings at the time, rubbing her cunt against him. Her wetness soaked through his pants, and she lifted her head, eyes closed, sobbing softly. She clung to his ass with tight fingers, shivering as his cock-bulge pressed against her.
"Ooooo! Ohhhhh, yes, honey!" she cried out. "That feels so good! Ohhhh, guess what? I'm about to come!"
Bobby pulled hard at his mother's tit, hearing her, her words sending fire through his tight, young balls. Now his hands did slide downward, and he dug into the naked cheeks of his mother's ass.
"Ohhhhh, God, yes!" Sandra cried. "Squeeze me hard! Ooooo, I'm about to ... about to ... yes, I am!"
Her cunt contracted with a powerful orgasm, expanding and squeezing as her clit pulsated.
Her naked body trembled as she pressed her cunt hard against him, sobs coming out of her open mouth. Her hands clung to his ass while her cunt convulsed, her hips grinding. The orgasm was long, drawn-out, and then started to fade.
"That was so good, Bobby," she whispered, looking down at him again.
He had his lips spread about her tit, her nipples almost in his throat, his tongue swirling wet-ly. Sandra ran her hands up his back, holding his head. She let him suck a while longer, then pulled his face away. She dipped her head and kissed him, her lips moist and parted. The tip of her tongue slipped into his mouth, and she groaned in pleasure when he sucked at it. He was still clinging to the cheeks of her ass, and Sandra wiggled, writhing into his palms.
"Let's see what you have down there," she whispered, pulling her tongue from his mouth.
Bobby stood with his hands hanging loosely at his side, watching his mother's feverish hands opening his pants. She jerked the zipper down, and making low, throaty sounds, shoved his pants and shorts to his knees. Bobby's cock lurched free, almost slapping against his stomach.
"Ohhhh, that's beautiful!" Sandra hissed, her eyes boiling with desire. She cupped his young balls, feeling how full they were. She squeezed his balls tenderly, twisting gently. Her other hand closed about her son's cock, pulling and pushing slowly, tightly, watching the head of his cock bulge, his piss hole widening. "You're so hard, baby! It's been a long time since I've felt such a hard-on!"
Bobby watched his mother's fist jerking on his prick. He shoved his hips forward, and his mother cooed softly.
"Oh, you like it, don't you, Bobby? You like for Mother to play with it?"
"Yes, Mother," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Can you come?" she wanted to know. "Can you squirt juice out of it?"
"I ... can," he said, almost ashamed to admit this to her.
"Ohhh, that's sweet, Bobby!" she squealed with excitement. "That's wonderful! Would you like for Mother to make you come?"
"Oh, yes!"
"I'd love to do it," Sandra breathed, watching his cock hotly. "Mother would love to make you come!"
She squeezed hard on his cock, making Bobby groan to delight. She kept hold of his balls, fondling them. As much pleasure as she was getting by playing with his cock and balls, Sandra wanted to feel it inside her cunt badly. Her cunt was burning again, needing her son's cock.
She stepped backward, pulling him with her.
When her knees touched the side of her bed, she sat down, still holding his cock. She stared at it a moment, spreading her legs wide. Then she lay back, pulling her son on top of her.
"Stick it in!" she hissed urgently. "Bobby, shove it in me!"
Her hand positioned her son's cock hastily, the cockhead pressing at the fiery lips of her wet cunt. She lifted her hips, and the swollen head of her son's cock penetrated her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, yes, baby!" she sobbed.
Bobby fucked his cock into his mother's cunt, his eyes rolling with the exquisite sensation. Sandra squealed as her pussy opened and stretched about his throbbing cock, the hairy pussy lips gripping as he fucked deep. His balls smashed against the cheeks of her ass, and Bobby pressed hard, not moving for a while. Sandra drew her knees up along his sides, arching her ass upward. She grabbed his ass at the same time,'pulling his cock as deep as she could into her cunt, and began to grind on him.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, clawing at his tight, young ass. "Fuck Mother, Bobby!"
Bobby fucked his cock in and out, uncoordinated for a moment, then began stabbing up and down, almost pulling his cock out of his mother's cunt. But Sandra fucked her boiling pussy up and down, squeezing his ass and moaning with ecstasy. She churned her ass in tight circles, gyrating in a frenzy as her son plunged up and down, his balls smacking at her hot ass softly.
She groaned and sobbed in delight, her head twisting from side to side as she felt another orgasm building inside her pussy. Her clit was scraping the shaft of his hard cock, adding to the thrills. She rammed her ass up and down, fucking in a frenzy, twisting her naked ass furiously.
"Ohhh, baby, fuck me!" she sobbed."Fuck Mother, Bobby! Oh, baby, fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Oooooo, it's wonderful!"
Bobby was clutching his mother's tits, making her nipples strain up with stiffness, gasping as his cock fucked into her hairy, juicy cunt. Sandra was amazed at the depths her son's cock seemed to reach. The burning rapture filled her from toe to head, and her cunt fucked wetly up and down his cock, meeting his wild cock-lunges eagerly. She released his ass and caught her legs behind the knees, pulling them far back and wide, her crotch open and vulnerable to the wild, delicious pounding of his cock. Each time he banged against her, she felt the tips of her sensitive cunt being smashed and bruised, and she delighted in the sensations. The wet sounds of his cock fucking in and out seemed loud to her, excitingly loud.
"Ohhhh, fuck it, fuck it!" she urged in a thick voice. "Fuck Mother hard and fast, Bobby! Ohhhh, yes, pound my pussy! Pound Mother's cunt with your hard cock!"
His mother's words sent ripples of lewd excitement through his body, and he fucked vigorously, his hips darting up and down. He squeezed his mother's tits hard, making her cry out with ecstasy. Sandra gripped her legs tightly, holding them almost against her shoulders, giving the boy free access to her burning, wet cunt. Each cock-lunge into her cunt made her gasp.
"Ohhhhhh, I'm going to come again!" she sobbed. "Make me come again, Bobby! Oh, please, make Mother come again! I love to come . . . love to fuck!"
Bobby increased the speed of his fucking, feeling his balls turn very tight.
"Ohhhh, yes, Bobby!" she shrieked, sensing his building need to come. "It's okay, honey! You can come . . . come right in Mother's cunt!"
The words poured out of her mouth just as her cunt flexed, then began to squeeze his cock with orgasm. Sandra screamed loudly, her whole body shaking, then she pressed hard onto his cock. Her orgasm rippled hotly and wet-ly through her greedy pussy, the satiny cunt walls sucking at his cock with strong contractions.
Bobby grunted, lifting his head up, eyes closed tightly, lips open.
"Do it!" she shouted. "Come! Come in my cunt!"
The rapid squirting of his cock sent chills of rapture through Sandra's flesh. She felt the boy's creamy, scalding jism filling her pussy rapidly, felt the strong spasms of his cock.
"Fill me!" Sandra yelped. "Ohhh, Bobby, fill Mother cunt with come juice! Fill my pussy ... squirt it into my cunt!"
The final spasm ended, and Bobby slumped on top of his mother, gasping heavily. Sandra turned her knees loose, sliding her silky thighs down his body. She wrapped her legs about his hips and stroked his back while he recovered, his cock still inside her cunt. But her pussy was squeezing it out.
"Ohhh, I don't want it out yet," she protested. "I want more!"
But his cock slipped free, dropping along the crack of her ass.
Chapter Two
Sandra stood at her dresser, brushing her lovely, soft hair. Behind her Bobby sat on the bed, watching. She watched him in the mirror. He had not pulled his pants and shorts up, but sat with them still around his knees. He looked so sexy that way, his lovely cock and young balls still revealed.
Sandra's cunt continued to bubble and twitch, and her inner thighs were slippery with her son's come juice. She squeezed the lips of her pussy together, but the creamy sweetness dripped out anyway. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other caused the shapely cheeks of her ass to bunch. And that, naturally, drew Bobby's gaze.
Sandra winked at him, grinning wantonly. She bunched her ass tightly for his pleasure, then relaxed it. She watched his eyes gleam in voyeuristic pleasure.
"You like that, honey?" she asked him.
"I sure do, Mother," he replied.
Sandra was very pleased that her son was experiencing no embarrassment about fucking her a short time ago.
She took the opportunity to examine his young cock and balls, looking at them through the mirror. They were obviously very young, but she saw the promise in his cock that one day it would be a big, wonderful prick, a cock that might drive the girls wild. She was delighted to have fucked him first, delighted to be the one who would teach him and show him how much fun they could have with her cunt and his cock.
Her panties were still on the bed, she noticed. Turning toward her son, she swayed slowly to him, her hips undulating suggestively. Bobby stared at his mother's uplifted tits, then at the tantalizing triangle of her thick cunt hair.
"You like what you see, honey?" she asked, her voice low and whispery. "You like Mother's body?"
"Oh, yes, Mother!" he said with sincere emotion.
She picked her panties up and turned them crotch out. Bobby watched her, wondering. Sandra brought them to her face and smelled.
"I'm still on them," she said softly, handing them to her son to smell. Bobby sniffed, his eyes turning hot. "Do you really like to smell Mother's panties, Bobby? Do you really like to smell Mother's cunt on them, or are you just going along with me?"
"Mother, I love the smell," he said, taking her wrist and making her rub the panties about his face.
"The smell of what, honey?"
"You, Mother," he said.
"My what?" she insisted.
"Your cunt, Mother!"
"Mmm, better, Bobby, much better."
She rubbed the panties between her legs, stuffing the crotch into her cunt. When she pulled them free, she stuffed them into her mouth and sucked with pleasure.
"Mmmmm, my cunt still tastes like your cock, Bobby. Look! Come juice! Mmmmmm, delicious!"
Bobby stared as his mother's tongue licked the wetness in the crotch of her skimpy panties, his cock stirring. He leaned back on the bed, arms behind him. Sandra dropped her panties and began to pull his pants off. When she pulled his shorts from his feet, she stood there holding them. They were simple white Jockey shorts. She looked at her son, her eyes sparkling, then at the shorts.
"I've always wanted to do this," Sandra said, and twisted her son's shorts inside out. She placed the crotch to her nose, mewling softly as she inhaled the exciting scent of his cock and balls on them. She darted her tongue out and licked the crotch. "Mmmmm, very nice, Bobby. I've wanted to do this with a boy's shorts for a very long time. God, they smell so good!"
She pressed the crotch of his shorts to her lips, parting her legs and dropping one hand to the fuzz of her pussy. With her eyes starting to blaze at her son, she pressed his shorts hard to her mouth, and began to run one finger along the side of her clit. Bobby stared, his eyes huge. His cock was lifting, swelling, becoming hard.
"Open your legs, baby," Sandra moaned softly. "Open your legs and let me look at you."
Bobby spread his legs, and Sandra's eyes boiled as she gazed into his crotch. His balls were lovely, little-boy balls, but so precious. His cock was growing, thickening, and she watched it. She kept rubbing at her cunt and holding his shorts at her mouth, feeling herself become excited.
"You're getting a hard-on, darling," she cooed into his shorts. "Your cock is turning hard,"
Bobby grinned at his mother, his cock standing straight up now.
Sandra could no longer resist touching him. She dropped his shorts and climbed onto the bed, getting on her knees. She was positioned with her back to the mirror on the wall, and Bobby could see her shapely ass as well as her firm tits. She closed her fingers about her son's cock and stroked it, purring like a satisfied kitten. Bobby's eyes moved to the mirror when he could hardly see her front, and he watched her ass while she fondled his cock.
Sandra leaned down, shoving her ass in the air. Bobby gasped when he saw those beautiful asscheeks part, and the light-brown pucker of her asshole was revealed. Just below her asshole he saw her hairy cunt. His cock throbbed with power in his mother's hand. The glistening wetness clung to the soft hair of her cunt, and her asshole clenched visibly.
Sandra pumped her fist up and down on her son's cock, twisting it now and then. She squeezed hard as she drew upward, watching the smooth cockhead bulge, his piss hole open and seep a sweet, clear liquid. Her eyes became hot and dreamy, and she lowered her head. Snaking her tongue out, she licked it quickly across his piss hole. The taste of juices caused her mind to spin with pleasure.
Bobby had gasped when his mother scraped the tip of her tongue across his cock.
"Mother!" he groaned. "You shouldn't do that!"
"Mmm, why not, honey?" she aslced, looking up at him with amusement. "It tastes good to me."
"I pee with it, Mother," he said, slightly embarrassed.
"I know you piss with it, darling," she said, emphasizing the word piss. "I know very well that you take a piss with this cock. That doesn't make it taste any different to me. You'd taste just as good whether you pissed with it or came with it."
Bobby was sure his mother was trying to tell him something. He wasn't sure what, but he thought about it. He looked down at her, her face close to his prick, her fingers sliding along the cockshaft.
"Mother, do you . . . well, you know," he said nervously. "Have you ever . . . oh, I don't know how to ask you, Mother."
Sandra smiled up at him, rubbing the hot, smooth head of his cock along her cheek and neck. She thought she knew what he was trying to ask. She lifted her head slightly, moved his cock, and kissed the cockhead with her moist, hot lips.
Bobby gasped again.
"You're asking me if I suck cock, aren't you, Bobby?" she whispered softly, rubbing his prick about her cheek again. "Is that what you want to know? If Mother will suck a cock?"
Bobby nodded. His eyes glittered with expectant heat.
"Why shouldn't I suck cock?" she purred. "A cock is hot and hard and smooth. A girl would be crazy not suck cock, I'd say."
"Then you do, Mother?"
"Is that what you want, darling?" she teased. "You want me to suck your cock? You want Mother to put this beautiful prick in my mouth and suck it?"
"Doit forme, Mother!"
Sandra purred softly, running her hot, moist lips up and down the shaft of her son's cock. Her eyes gazed up into his face, watching his excitement, his pleasure. She licked the prickshaft with the tip of her tongue, listening to her son moan. She felt the heat of his cock, the hard throbbing of it. Working her tongue downward, she licked about his precious balls, the tip of her tongue beneath them, where she found her son to be quite sensitive.
Bobby's eyes shifted from her face in his crotch to the mirror, where he could see her rounded ass and asshole, even her hairy cunt. Sandra held her ass in the air, knowing what he could see. She wanted to be lewd and open and totally exposed to him. She waved her naked ass while she licked up the hardness of his cock. She swirled her tongue about the smooth cockhead, purring hungrily. She placed her lips just over the opening of his piss hole, and moved her tongue along the tiny slit slowly, back and forth, sucking with her lips. She moved her hands to his waist, then caressed up and down his hips and thighs, all the time with her lips just pressing at his piss hole, her tongue moving slowly. She held her head turned up to watch his expressions of pleasure.
Her cunt was bubbling with wetness as she tasted her son's cock. Her clit strained from the hairy cunt lips, and she felt it pulling inward, then pooching outward. Her asshole kept sinking in tightly, and she cried softly with growing ecstasy.
"Put it in your mouth, Mother!" Bobby pleaded, inching his hips up, trying to shove the head of his cock into her lips. "Please, Mother, take it in your mouth!"
"Mmmm, I'd love to, darling," she said throatily, slipping her hands beneath his lifted ass.
Closing her palms and fingers about the young, tight ass cheeks, she lifted her son's hips. At the same time, she felt his cock sliding past her teeth. She mewled softly as her son's hard cock glided past her hot, wet lips and into her mouth. She moaned again when his cock slid past her tongue, her lips going down the cock shaft, stretching in a circle.
Her cunt was quivering, and her clit burned. If she came by having her son's cock in her mouth, it certainly wouldn't be the first time.
Sandra had come the first time she ever sucked a cock, and she had been a year younger than her son at the time. The boy she sucked had not come, though. At that time, she knew nothing about come juice. Still, it had made her experience a strong orgasm, so strong that she wanted to suck cock all the time . . . when she wasn't fucking.
The swollen head of her son's cock brushed the back of her throat. Her eyes closed with pleasure, then opened again. Her lips were at the base, and she drew one hand from his ass. She lifted his balls to her chin, rubbing them at her flesh. She whimpered softly as her throat worked on the head of her son's cock, her tongue pressing it against the roof of her mouth. She writhed her lips at the base, making her son gasp with rapture.
Bobby couldn't take his eyes from his mother's face. She looked extremely wanton with her mouth full of his hard cock, and his young mind reeled with visual ecstasy. His mother's mouth was wet and very hot, and tight about his cock.
Sandra sucked up, moaning deep in her throat. The pull of her hot lips sent feverish pleasure through her son's body. She pulled up until her lips held only the swollen cock head and ran her tongue swiftly about the seeping piss hole. The juices bubbled from his cock so much, she had to swallow, and she did so with relish. She pulled and twisted his precious balls gently as she sucked on the head of his cock, her eyes on fire as she looked up at his contorting face. She left his balls alone and moved her hand beneath her stomach to her cunt.
"Mmmmm,' Sandra said, lifting her mouth slightly. "Watch what I do with my cunt in the mirror, Bobby. Watch Mother finger-fuck the piss out that hairy cunt while I suck your cock. Ooooo, I'm going to suck your cock off, Bobby! I'm going to suck your cock and lick it and eat it and fuck myself with my fingers!
Watch Mother! Ohhhh, watch me!"
Bobby saw, in the mirror, his mother's fingers rubbing at the swollen lips of her hairy cunt. She wiggled and twisted her uplifted ass, and began to gobble his cock again. With her mouth riding up and down his hard-on, she plunged first one finger up her cunt, then two, then all of them. She rammed her fingers in and out of her pussy in a frenzy, shaking her ass, and she sucked wildly on her son's cock.
Sandra was feverish with desire. Her eyes blazed hotly as she ran her lips up and down her son's cock, fucking him with her lips. Now and then she pulled her mouth off to groan, then greedily licked into his balls, only to slide her long tongue up his cock.
Bobby listened to his mother's sobs of cock-sucking delight, watchingher fingers fucking into her juicy cunt, then her mouth sucking his cock. There was so much for him to see, he couldn't quite decide what to look at.
Sandra began to hump her crotch up and down, fucking onto her fingers as her ecstasy increased. The hard throbbings of her son's cock between her gripping lips sent hot chills of erotic ecstasy through her body. The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her fingers, her asshole puckering in and out. Her tits brushed at her son's thighs, her nipples tingling. She sucked faster and faster on her son's cock, sobbing deep in her throat.
She sucked him insanely, desperately. She had never wanted to suck a cock off so badly before in her life. She wanted that hot, thick creamy jism gushing down her throat more than she ever had. Her throat burned with the hunger she felt, her mouth watering with anticipation. She wanted her son to say something, to tell her how good she was at sucking cock, to say he wanted to come in her mouth. She wanted him to talk to her, say anything, as long as it was lewd and encouraging.
Jerking her lips from his prick, she hissed: "Talk to me, Bobby! Say something to me. Tell me to suck your cock. Tell me I'm a good cock-sucker. Tell me you want to come in my cock-sucking mouth!"
And she swallowed his cock feverishly again, quickly.
Bobby's hips trembled as his mother pulled hard on his prick with her hot, wet lips.
"Suck me, Mother!" he groaned, half embarrassed. "Suck my cock! Ohhhh, Mother, it feels so good!" The more he talked and the harder his mother sucked, the less embarrassed he became. "Suck me, suck me! Oh, Mother, suck my cock hard! I wanna come, Mother! I wanna come in your mouth! I wanna squirt my jizz in your cock-sucking mouth and down your fucking throat!"
Sandra sobbed with rapture as she listened to her son, sucking as hard and hungrily as she could. Her head bobbed up and down in a frenzy as her tongue licked. She churned her uplifted ass about, still fucking at her fingers. The juices of her cunt ran freely, and her hand was wet and slippery to her wrist. The wild words tumbling from her son's young mouth enhanced her wanton ecstasy. Those words kept her excited, and she had always used them freely as a young girl. At times it caused boys to be shy of her, but those who enjoyed her lewd words were turned on fantastically. And now her son was using them with her, and her cunt was about to explode and her mouth was hungry.
She arched her naked ass into her fingers, groaning as the rumbling wetness of her orgasm built with wet heat. She pulled hard at her son's cock, with her lips as tight as she could get them. When she came, she stopped sucking on his cock, with half of it inside her mouth. The muffled cry of ecstasy caused Bobby to turn his eyes to the mirror. He saw his mother's hairy cunt contracting about her buried fingers. He gasped as he watched her come, her naked ass tight and unmoving.
Before the spasms faded, Sandra was sucking again.
"Make me come, Mother!" Bobby urged, his voice breaking with boiling pleasure. "Make ,ny cock come! Ohhh, Mother ... my balls . . . they're so fucking tight, so fucking full! Ohhhh, suck me hard, Mother! I think I'm gonna come . . . really come this time!"
Sandra struggled to suck his cock, her lips bobbing hotly along the throbbing cock shaft.
Bobby's body arched, his hips lifting to his mother's face, the urge to push strong.
Sandra sobbed as she understood he was ready, very close. She sucked with renewed frenzy, moaning deep in her throat. She pulled her fingers from her cunt and placed both her hands on the bed at Bobby's hips, darting her mouth up and down frantically, fucking his cock with her mouth and sucking it with her lips.
Bobby gasped time and again, now staring at his mother's face. He pounded his fists on the bed, twisting his hips as his balls swelled and his cock throbbed. The exciting build-up of his come juice was driving him out of his mind.
Sandra whimpered.
A creamy, quick gush of thick come juice sprayed across her tongue. With a sob, Sandra swallowed, sucking as hard as she could at her son's cock, thrilled to feel his come juice splashing at the back of her throat so hard. She gulped wetly as she swallowed his cock cream, her tongue racing about the pulsating prick shaft. She squealed with wet, muffled pleasure, her eyes closing as she savored the sweetness of her son's come load spewing so hotly into her mouth.
Chapter Three
Sandra took her son out for an early dinner.
She dressed in a thin, white, linen dress, with a garter belt and nylons. She wore a flimsy pair of panties that covered only a small amount of her cunt hair, with a string between the cheeks of her ass. She wore her sharpest heels, knowing they emphasized the shapeliness of her legs and ass.
They did not go to an expensive restaurant, but to a fast-food place nearby. Bobby wanted to carry the food home, but Sandra convinced her son to eat there. They sat outside under a colorful umbrella on cement benches, eating slowly. There were a number of boys and girls at the fast-food place, and Bobby found himself looking at the girls differently. Before, they had been just girls, but now they were something to desire. Most of the girls wore very short shorts, Sandra noticed.
It wasn't unusual in the summer for girls to wear shorts, but they were certainly more revealing now than when she was a girl, she decided. She could see a number of succulent little asses beneath the ragged fringe of cut-off jeans, or shorts that were about two sizes too small. Bobby, she noticed, could hardly sit still because his eyes moved from girl to girl. She was amused at his interest, not in the least jealous.
When her son stood to throw away the remains of their meal, she watched him walk to the far trash container. On an impulse, she decided to expose herself when he started back.
As Bobby turned toward her, Sandra lifted her knee high, and swung it slightly to one side. Bobby's eyes widened as he peeked up his mother's white dress. He didn't see much, really, but her inner thighs and the hint of her tiny panties.
Sandra winked at him when he sat back down, sucking the last of his drink through the straw noisily.
"Did you like that, Bobby?" she asked, her voice musical.
He nodded.
"With all this cute pussy around, I thought I'd better do something to keep you interested in me," Sandra said, placing her hand on top of his. "I don't want you to grab one of those cute little cunts when I'm available."
"You gave me a hard-on, Mother," he replied.
"Did I? Really?" Sandra gurgled. "I think that's wonderful, baby."
"Now what do I do with it?" he asked.
"Fuck me?" Sandra suggested.
"We better run home fast, then," he grinned.
"We can fuck here," she said, looking around. "They must have a restroom someplace."
She held her son's hand as they searched for the restrooms, finding them behind the building. When she started into the men's room, Bobby held back.
"Someone might catch us in there, Mother,"
he said.
"Are you afraid?"
"Not if you're not," he said, looking around to make sure no one saw them.
Sandra pulled her son into the restroom, and closed the door behind them. There was a sink, a wall urinal, and one stall with a toilet. The place was cleaner than she expected with so many young boys and girls around. She slipped into the stall with her son, closing the door and pushing the bolt tight so if anyone came in, they couldn't open the door. The wall between the stall and the urinal had holes all over it, but that didn't bother Sandra. She faced that wall, placing her hands on it and jutting her ass backward.
"Lift my dress, honey," she instructed her son. "Lift Mother's dress and fuck me now!"
Bobby pulled his mother's dress up, bunching it at her waist. He looked down at her creamy, beautiful ass. Opening his pants and pulling his cock out, he pushed the round cock head against her crotch. Hooking his finger into the tiny crotch of the flimsy panties, he pulled it to one side. Sandra moaned softly as she felt her son's cock pushing into her hot, wet cunt.
Bobby held his mother's hips, standing behind her, fucking his cock in and out. He watched her twist her ass, seeing the shaft of his cock glisten with the juices of her cunt. Sandra swung her naked ass about, grinding into her son as he fucked her.
"Ooooh, ram it to Mother!" Sandra hissed throatily. "It's so good, Bobby! Oh, your cock is so hard and goes so deep in Mother's cunt. Fuck me, honey! Fuck Mother in that hot, wet, hairy cunt. I love your cock up my pussy, baby. Mother's cunt loves your hard, long cock."
"Shake your ass, Mother," Bobby groaned. "Shake your hot ass for me. I wanna see you wiggle and shake your hot ass!"
"Oh, yes, baby!"
Sandra ^shook her naked ass, pressing back to meet the thrusts of his cock. Bobby leaned forward, wrapping his hands about his mother's body, cupping her tits tightly through the thin dress. He squeezed his mother's tits as he fucked her juicy cunt.
"Pull my fucking tits!" Sandra urged. "Ohhhh, baby, pull Mother's fucking tits! Squeeze Mother's fucking tits hard! Squeeze them and fuck me!"
The sound of the door opening made them freeze, with Bobby's cock far up his mother's velvety cunt.
They almost stopped breathing as the outside door closed, and they heard the sound of a zipper being pulled. Carefully and quietly, Sandra moved her eye to one of the holes, peeking through it. She saw a young boy, about Bobby's age, pulling his cock out. She watched with interest as he pulled and stretched his cock, and she hoped he was going to jack off so she could watch. But the boy didn't jack his cock. He pulled at the cock head, making his prick stretch, then played with it for a few moments. Finally he began to piss.
Sandra's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the boy's cock, watching the golden piss hiss from it into the urinal. Her hairy cunt grabbed at her son's cock tightly as excitement welled up within her body. She licked her lips as she watched the boy piss for a long time. Behind her, Bobby didn't move, hearing the boy on the other side of the wall. He felt his mother's cunt squeezing his cock, and he struggled to choke back groans of pleasure. Sandra's eyes smoldered with perverse delight as she watched the boy pissing, feeling excitement grow inside her cunt. The hairy cunt lips pulled on her son's cock, and she tried to stop before her son made a sound, but her cunt wouldn't listen to her mental messages.
The boy pissed for a very long time, and hummed as he stood there. When he wiggled his cock, sending a spray of piss high in the urinal, Sandra's cunt gripped harder about Bobby's prick. She swallowed silently as she stared through the small hole. The boy's piss looked hot and golden, and made her flesh ripple with strange desires. When he finished pissing, she watched him shake his cock, disappointed as he stuffed it into his pants, then left the restroom.
"I saw him taking a piss!" Sandra whispered to her son as she began to grind her ass back against him once more. "I watched him take his cock out and piss, Bobby."
Bobby began to fuck into his mother's tight, juicy cunt again, his balls aching with the need to unload. The sheer perversity of fucking his mother in this restroom worked on his young mind, causing his cock to strain deep into the scalding wetness of his mother's cunt. He shoved his fly open more, and lifted his balls out of his pants. Sandra groaned and moved her right hand down and under her dress, holding her son's balls as he began to fuck frantically into her cunt, faster and faster.
"Hurry, Bobby!" she hissed in a thick voice. "Hurry up before someone else conies in. Ohhhh my cunt is on fire, darling! I'm about to come, Bobbyl Oh, fuck hard and fast and deep. Come in Mother's hot cunt, Bobby! Fill Mother's hot pussy up with thick, sweet come juice!"
She sobbed as her cunt rippled into an orgasm. She clutched his balls tightly when Bobby fucked his cock as deep as possible. She pressed her son's balls against her clit as she came, and then choked back a scream when she felt his cock spurting jism up her pussy. The scalding corae juice splashed deeply, and through her own steaming orgasm, she felt her son's cock throbbing with each delicious squirt of jism.
Sandra leaned against the wall, struggling to breathe. She felt her son smooth tier dress over her ass, and then she stood, turning to kiss him.
"I've got to put some paper inside my panties," she giggled. (Tm dripping your come juice down my fucking legs."
She tore tissue from the roll and lifted her dress. Bobby watched with interest as his mother stuffed the crotch of her skimpy panties with the paper, then adjusted them. Smoothing her linen dress over her hips, she carefully opened the stall door.
"Let's go," she said, and they left the restroom.
As they walked home, hand in hand, Sandra giggled and talked about their adventure.
"Fucking in the restroom, of all places," she giggled. "But it was fun, don't you think, baby?"
"I liked it, Mother," he agreed, squeezing her hand. "But I thought we were gonna get caught when that guy came in."
"I saw him take a piss," Sandra said, her voice oddly husky. "I watched him piss. And you know what? It almost made me come!"
"Did it, really?" Bobby asked.
"It sure as hell did," Sandra giggled. "And it gave me an idea. Come on, let's hurry home."
They were almost running the last few yards, giggling like two children.
In the house, Sandra pulled her skirt up and removed the tissue she had stuffed into her panties. Then she quickly stripped the tiny panties off. She threw the panties to the couch, where they draped over the back.
Taking her son to her bedroom, she pulled a fresh pair of panties from a drawer and slipped them on. These panties had more substance than the ones she had removed. They were bikini cut, hugging her round hips tightly. Soft cunt curls peeked from the tight crotch. Bobby watched his mother, interested.
"Want to see me piss?" Sandra asked, her voice very low. "I'll take a piss for you, baby."
Bobby's eyes widened and glowed with eagerness as he nodded his head.
"Have you ever seen a girl piss?"
"How could I, Mother?" he said. "I've never seen a girl's cunt--until you showed me yours today."
"But you would like to watch me piss?" she asked, her dress bunched at her waist, her hips twisting slowly and suggestively.
"I'd love to watch you piss, Mother."
"Bobby, I'm so glad you're saying those words to me now," Sandra said with a thick voice. "I love to hear them. Would you like to see me piss, really?"
"Show me, Mother!"
She moved to her mirror on the wall so she could watch, too. She parted her thighs, pulling the crotch of her panties to one side. Using her fingers, Sandra spread the thick hair away from her pink cant. Bobby stood at her side, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.
A quick dribble of hot piss came out of her cunt, running along her thigh. Bobby sucked in air and his mother mewled softly. She then sent out a quick, strong spurt of piss, making it splash on the mirror. She giggled lewdly.
"See-me piss!" she gasped hotly. "Watch Mother piss all over that fucking mirror! Watch Mother's hairy cunt take a nice, hot piss!"
Sandra was amazed at the pleasure she felt while pissing against the mirror, her son watching her. She had no idea pissing in front of someone could be so enjoyable. Heat moved about her body as she sent a strong, golden stream out of her cunt. She slipped the tip of her fingers into the piss, moaning softly.
"Ohhhh, Bobby, it's so hot! Feel, honey! Here, put your hand in my piss!"
Bobby moved his hand out willingly, and felt her hot piss splash into his palm.
"Wash your face in my piss!" Sandra groaned.
Bobby was so excited, he complied. He brought his piss-soaked hand to his face and rubbed it about his cheeks and chin, then his neck. Sandra watched with steaming eyes, her lips parted as she gasped softly.
"Do it again!" she urged. "Wash your face again with Mother's piss!"
Bobby cupped his hand into the golden stream, and brought it to his face, washing in it. His young face glistened with hot piss. His eyes gleamed brightly, excitedly.
"Wait!" Sandra said when he started to dip his hand down again. "Let's watch me piss in my panties."
She cut the flow of piss off, and adjusted the crotch of her panties over her hairy cunt. Then she pissed again, with both of them watching as her panties became soaked, her inner thighs sparkling with piss as it ran down her nylons and to her feet. With her panties in place, the piss did not gush out in a stream, but seemed to spurt from the edges of the crotch.
"Wash your face again in Mother's piss, darling!"
Bobby, his cock straining inside his pants, shoved both hands to his mother's cunt. Sandra turned to face him, spreading her legs wide.
Bobby filled his cupped palms with her piss and brought it to his face, washing vigorously, moaning with perverse pleasure. Sandra pressed her hand against the outline of her son's cock, trying to squeeze it as Bobby caught hot piss time and again into his hands, bringing them to his face until piss dripped from it as it did from her cunt.
With a soft squeal, Sandra stripped her panties off swiftly. She squatted and jerked her son's cock out of his pants. She washed his cock with her piss-wet panties, whimpering as her eyes glazed with perverse pleasure. She spread her knees wide and pissed onto the floor as she washed his cock. Slipping her panties beneath her cunt, she soaked them again in her piss, and kept washing his prick until it, too, dripped.
Bobby could see his mother in the mirror, see her knees wide as she squatted, see her pissing onto the floor. And then he felt his mother licking at his cock.
"Mother!" he groaned.
"Ohhhhhhh, I have to suck it now!" Sandra sobbed. "I have to suck your cock off, with my piss dripping from it!"
Bobby stared in surprise as his mother drew his cock deeply into her mouth.
Sandra cried out softly as she tasted her piss on his hot cock. She sucked back and forth wild-
ly, her tongue lapping. She pushed one hand to her hairy cunt and spurted piss through her fingers. Her eyes rolled at the taste of her son's cock, the flavor of her own piss on it. She began to finger her cunt as she finished pissing.
"Ohhhhhhh, Mother!" Bobby moaned, grabbing the back of his mother's head and thrusting his cock deeply into her mouth. "Suck my cock hard, Mother! Lick the piss off my fucking hard cock! Suck me ... fmger-fuck your cunt and suck me off! Make me come in your fucking hot mouth, Mother!"
Sandra detected the taste of her cunt on his cock along with the exciting sweetness of her piss. Her hunger for his cock became intense, and she sucked harder and faster than she ever had before. Her passion to suck her son's cock with piss all over it was so intense, she could hardly stand it. Her fingers fumbled with his belt as she kept sucking him in a frenzy. When she had his belt open, she jerked his pants down, but she would have to turn loose of his cock if she wanted his shorts down. She left his shorts on and sucked his cock hungrily as it stuck from the fly.
She found her piss-wet panties and brought them to his cock, sliding them along the cock shaft as she pulled back. This placed more piss on his cock, and Sandra began to suck her son ina mindless frenzy, fucking two of her fingers into her cunt as she squatted before him. She made wet, hungry sounds as she gobbled with greed, her throat working to swallow the dripping juices bubbling from his piss hole. Her cunt had never felt so wet and hot before in her life. Pissing in front of her son, watching him wash his face in it, had sent her cunt into a fiery torment she could hardly believe.
Bobby was holding her head tightly now, fucking into her mouth, beating against her circled lips. The heat of his balls burned through his shorts against her chin. Sandra sobbed as she brutally fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt, satisfied to let her son fuck her mouth as hard and deep as he wanted. She clung to her wet panties, holding his hips.
"I'm gonna come in your fucking mouth, Mother!" Bobby yelped, straining hard, his cock deep in her throat. "I'm gonna come . . . now!"
Sandra's pussy clamped around her fingers with a sudden orgasm as her son splashed his thick come juice into her throat. She swallowed thirstily, her pussy convulsing in wet tightness on her buried fingers. Her mouth filled time and again with the thick, creamy juice of her son's young balls, exciting her more and more, drawing out her orgasm until she thought she would go insane with the tormenting ecstasy.
Her lips pulled the last of her son's hot come juice into her mouth, and Sandra sat on the floor, her legs giving way. She looked up at her son, her eyes smoldering with heat. She pulled her panties to her face, and washed herself with the piss. Then, to Bobby's surprise, his mother stuffed the crotch of her panties into her mouth and sucked the piss from them.
"Mother, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Mmmmm, drinking my own piss," she moaned, tossing her panties onto the bed.
Bobby laughed. "You have panties all over the fucking house, Mother."
"Do you mind?" she asked, slowly standing up.
"Not me," he giggled. "I think it's great."
Sandra grabbed her son's shoulders, jerking him against her body and kissing him fiercely on his mouth. "There, now you have a taste of my piss, too."
Chapter Four
"You mean we've done all this in just one day?" Sandra said, sitting next to her son on the couch.
She was wearing a garter belt and nylons, but nothing else. She was rubbing a fresh pair of panties along her thigh, and holding her son's cock and balls with her other hand. Bobby was fondling his mother's tits, twisting at her long nipples, watching them grow stiff.
"It looks like iti" Bobby replied.
"That will teach you to peek at me," she said.
"I'm glad I did, Mother."
"So am I," she said, spreading her legs and rubbing her panties up and down her bushy cunt.
She then lifted them to her son, who eagerly sucked the crotch into his mouth.
"Do you like that taste, Bobby?" she asked, pushing her finger into his mouth, too. "Do you like the taste of Mother's cunt on those panties?"
"Mmmmm," Bobby said, and pulled them free. "They taste very good."
Sandra scooted her naked ass to the edge of the cushions, spreading her legs very wide. She dipped her finger along her clit, rubbing the sensitive knot. Sliding her finger down farther, Bobby watched as it disappeared into the puffy lips of his mother's cunt. Then Sandra wiggled her finger about, pulled it free, and sucked it.
"Want to taste my pussy, Bobby?"
Bobby nodded eagerly, and Sandra ran her finger into her cunt once more, bringing it, soaked with pussy juice, to her son's mouth. Bobby pulled his mother's finger into his mouth, his eyes opening with pleasure as he tasted the cunt juice.
"Why don't you suck it right out of my cunt?" Sandra suggested.
Bobby laughed. "That's one way of saying you want me to lick your cunt, Mother."
"Well, I could just say eat my pussy," she laughed. "I could say I want you to tongue-fuck my cunt, or to suck my twat or all that. It all means the same thing! I'd love to have you lick my hot, wet cunt, darling!"
Bobby slipped to the floor on his knees, moving between his mother's thighs. Sandra spread them wide, offering her steamy cunt to her son. Bobby gazed into his mother's crotch, seeing her rigid clit and the glistening wetness of those sugary pussy lips. He saw the crack of her ass and the inviting swells of the ass cheeks.
"Ohhh, push your fucking face into my cunt and suck it!" Sandra urged hoarsely. "Eat Mother's cunt, baby! Suck that hairy twat, Bobby! Ooooo, lick Mother's pussy, please!" �v Bobby shoved his face forward, feeling the wet heat of his mother's cunt before he felt it on his mouth. Sandra pulled the lips of her cunt wide open for him, and when Bobby shoved his mouth into it, she closed them. Her ass shot upward, and she began to grind into her son's face. Bobby began to suck at his mother's cunt and drive his tongue back and forth. His nose was buried in the soft pussy hair, his chin pressing at the crack of her ass. He slipped his hands to her hips, clutching them as he fucked his tongue deeply into the satiny heat of her cunt. Sandra twisted and rolled her pussy hard into her son's mouth, squealing with delight.
"Ohhhh, Bobby, are you sure you've never sucked cunt before? Baby, you're sucking so good, so fucking hard! Ohhh, eat that pussy, Bobby! I love the way your tongue feels inside my cunt! Fuck me with your tongue, darling! Fuck Mother in the cunt with your wonderful tongue!"
Bobby licked and sucked greedily, sliding his mouth up and down the juicy pussy lips, finding his mother's cunt hot and wet and sweet. His cock was hard and straining as he knelt between her thighs. Sandra draped her legs over his shoulders, squeezing his head between them, humping her cunt up and down, grinding with wanton ecstasy. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face tight into her boiling cunt. Her tits swelled up, her nipples very hard, her face grimacing with the sweet, sweet torment. She swung her hips up and down, rubbing her scalding cunt into her son's face mindlessly. Bobby clung to his mother's hips as he frantically tried to tongue-fuck her squirming cunt. But his mother twisted and thrashed about, and his tongue was everywhere in her crotch.
"Ohhhh, Bobby, that's my fucking asshole!"
Sandra screeched.
Bobby's tongue had slipped down on his mother's cunt as she jerked her hips upward, and his tongue penetrated the crease of her hot ass. He felt the heat of his mother's asshole on the tip of his tongue, but he was so excited, he didn't care. Sandra twisted her ass into his face, staring down at his eyes. The lower part of Bobby's face was buried in her juicy cunt, and his tongue was twisting about her asshole.
"Ohhhh, lick it for me!" she sobbed hotly. "Lick my asshole, Bobby. Oh, shit, that's good. Suck Mother's asshole. Lick Mother's asshole!"
Bobby didn't care where his tongue was. He loved feeling his mother's hot, wet crotch in his face. He swirled his tongue about her puckered asshole, then took swipes up into her cunt, making his mother squeal with ecstasy.
Sandra drew her legs back, pulling her knees to her tits. Her ass came up, and Bobby began to lick from her asshole to her cunt. The sensations drove Sandra wild, and she wiggled and twisted her ass and cunt into her son's face.
"Lick it all, you sweet little bastard," she groaned. "Lick my ass and lick my cunt! Ooooo, suck everything down there! Suck my cunt. . . suck my asshole! Ohhh, baby, you're going to make me come so fucking hard this way!"
Bobby slurped hungrily, clinging to his mother's churning hips, his tongue licking frantically up and down, tasting asshole and cunt, his cock bulging with dripping hardness. Sandra began to jerk her ass up and down, rubbing her juicy cunt into her son's face. Bobby's tongue was inside her pussy as much as lapping at her asshole, and he didn't care where it was at. The scent of his mother's wet, boiling cunt and asshole sent tremors down his body to his cock and balls. His balls were very tight and his cock felt ready to burst. Sandra lifted her ass and pushed into his face, and Bobby's tongue was against her asshole. Suddenly she squealed; Bobby's tongue had penetrated the tight ring of her asshole.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby!" she wailed with delight. "That's Mother's asshole you're licking! Ohhh, fuck me up that asshole, Bobby! Ram your hot little tongue up my hot fucking asshole! Tongue-fuck Mother in the ass! Ohhh, shit, this will make me come!"
Bobby thrust his tongue deeply, feeling his mother's asshole clamping it hard. His nose was pushed into her cunt, and he couldn't breathe. But he was as excited as his mother by having his tongue up her ass, and didn't want to move, he shoved his hands to her ass cheeks, pulling them as wide open as he could, and fucked his tongue in and out of her asshole.
Sandra screamed, and she came.
"Ohhhh, you're making me come, baby! Mother is coming . . .coming so hard! Oooo, so fucking hard! Fuck me in the ass! Ream Mother's hot asshole out with your tongue! Suck my asshole . . . lick my asshole . . . oooo, shit, I'm coming!"
Bobby rammed his face hard into his mother's ass and cunt, staying with her as she thrashed about in mindless orgasm. He ran his tongue from her asshole to her convulsing cunt time and again, giving his mother a series of shattering orgasms that delighted her tremendously.
As the tremors faded, Bobby pulled his face ot of his mother's crotch. His face was smeared with cunt juice from his eyes to his chin, his eyes bright. He got on his knees, and grabbed his cock and began to jerk it swiftly.
"Come on my cunt!" Sandra urged, watching his fist flying back and forth. "Come on Mother's fucking hot cunt. Splash that come juice all over my hairy cunt, Bobby!"
Bobby's cock gushed, sending heavy spurts of creamy come juice across the fiery lips of his mother's exposed pussy, matting the soft curls of her hair. Sandra groaned and arched her ass upward.
"On my asshole!" she shrieked. "I want to feel you come on my asshole, too! Ohhhhhh, Bobby, come all over my hot cunt and asshole!''
By the time Bobby finished, his mother's cunt and the crack of her ass were soaked in cock cream. Feverishly, Sandra ran her fingers up and down her cunt and asshole, then licked greedily at them. Her lips glistened with jism, her tongue licking them.
"You taste so good," she purred as her passion slowly receded. She let her legs down, but held them wide open. "Your come juice is so fucking sweet and hot. What would you have done if I had pissed, Bobby?"
"Nothing," he grinned.
"I mean, if I had gotten so excited, I pissed in your face while you licked my pussy?"
"If you wanna piss in my face, Mother, I don't mind," he said, giggling lewdly. "I'd probably like it."
Sandra became excited. "Really, darling? Do you think you'd really like it if I pissed into your face?"
"Probably," Bobby said. "I'm not real sure, but probably, Mother."
Sandra rolled her hips about, arching her cunt, watching her son's face, his hot eyes. "You sure enjoy looking at that thing, don't you?"
"It's beautiful, Mother," Bobby replied. "I love to look at your cunt."
Bobby stroked his hands along his mother's inner thighs. The feel of her nylons excited him, but the naked flesh just above them felt much better. Sandra held her legs wide for him, letting him feel where and what he wanted. Bobby was fascinated with his mother's pussy hair, and ran his fingers through it, tugging at it gently. When his thumb brushed across the tip of her clit, Sandra's hips jerked upward as she moaned softly. Bobby pressed her clit, making his mother whimper.
"Does that feel good, Mother?"
"Ohhhh, baby, yes!"
"How about this?"
Bobby poked all his fingers into his mother's cunt. Sandra gave a sharp cry and lifted his crotch. "Ohhhh, you darling!"
Bobby giggled, watching his fingers plunge in and out of his mother's cunt. He could get most of his hand inside, and it felt hot and wet. He fucked her with his fingers, thrusting them in and out, watching his mother's ass twist and bounce with him. He was fascinated by the way those hairy cunt lips stretched so wide, her clit jutting up. Her movements were lewd, wanton, exciting him further.
"What are you trying to do, Bobby?" Sandra gasped, her hips thrashing up and down, her cunt riding his fingers. "Make me come again?"
"Sure," he giggled wickedly.
"Ohhh, do it, then!" she hissed, grinding with wilder motion, "Make me come again. God, baby, Hove to come. Mother's cunt loves to come and come and come! Ram your fucking fingers up Mother's cunt! Fuck me with your fingers! Fuck me ... fuck me and make me come! Make me piss!"
"Okay!" Bobby agreed, his voice thick.
His fingers made wet sounds as they fucked in and out of his mother's cunt. His hand, halfway up, was drenched in her scalding pussy juices, sliding effortlessly in and out, stretching her cunt. He twisted his fingers inside, and Sandra sobbed with delight. Her hips rolled and twisted as she cried out, clutching her tits with brutal hands. She swung her head from side to side as her son increased the speed of his fingers. The friction on the sensitive lips of her stretching cunt was driving her wild.
With a hissing sound, Sandra grabbed her son's wrist with both her hands, and began fucking him in a frenzy. She held his hand still, her cunt bucking and grinding on his fingers. She began to gasp heavily, and Bobby felt his mother's cunt throbbing. Suddenly, with a yank at his wrist, Sandra rammed her son's hand deep into her cunt. It was almost buried inside her pussy to his wrist. He felt the squeezing sensations, and then his mother screamed into orgasm. Bobby stared at his mother's cunt, watching the hairy cunt lips gripping his hand.
Slowly, Sandra's ass lowered. She released her son's wrist, and Bobby pulled his fingers out of her pussy. He stared at the wetness, and began to lick at his fingers and hand. Sandra watched him, eyes slitted with a smoldering, sparkling heat.
"You must like the taste of Mother's cunt," she said softly.
"I love to taste your pussy, Mother."
Sandra lifted to her feet, unsnapping the garter belt and tossing it to the couch. She peeled her nylons off, slowly, holding her knee away so her son could watch, see her.
"You're not gonna have any panties or nylons left in your room, Mother," he said, his eyes dancing. "You have them all over the fucking house now."
"Are you complaining?"
"Not me!" he said quickly. "I like your panties, Mother. They're soft and pretty and smell awfully good."
"Especially after I've worn them?"
"That's when they smell the best," Bobby giggled, grabbing the pair she had discarded last.
He rubbed them into his young face, his eyes turning dreamy. Sandra was pleased to see her son kissing the crotch of her panties, delighted when he licked at it.
"As exciting as it is to watch you with my panties," Sandra said, "I'll never understand why they turn you on when you have a real, wet, hairy cunt to play with instead."
"I can have both, can't I?"
"By all means," Sandra said. "Besides, you know I love to play with panties, too."
She lifted her son to his feet. "Take a shower with me," she said softly, pulling her son down the hall to her room. "It's been a long time since I've had someone wash my back, among other interesting places."
After adjusting the temperature of the water, Sandra stepped beneath the spray. She handed her son a bar of scented soap, and a wash cloth. Bobby discarded the cloth.
"I wanna use my hands, Mother," he said. "I can feel you better that way."
She squirmed and wiggled her ass deliciously as her son began soaping her from shoulders to knees. He lathered her back, spending most of his time on her luscious ass. Then Sandra turned toward him, and Bobby started on his mother's tits. He spent a long time washing her tits, playing with her nipples. He was becoming excited by this time, and bypassed her stomach and went straight to her cunt.
"Mmmm, lovely," she purred as she lifted one foot to the rim of the tub, swinging her knee wide. She looked down as her son lathered the soft hair of her cunt. "You wash Mother's pussy better than I do, darling."
"Maybe it's because I play with it more than you do, Mother."
"Want to bet on that?" she purred, swinging her hips sensuously, spreading the lips of her cunt for him. "I play with my cunt all the time, and not just when I take a bath, either."
"I know," he said, looking up at her. "I've watched you."
"That's right, you have." She smiled down at him.
Bobby was lathering up her inner thighs, sliding his hands between her crotch to stroke the smooth flesh of her ass.
"What do you think about this?" Sandra said in a cooing voice, and she spurted hot piss suddenly.
Caught by surprise, Bobby jerked backward. But her hot piss splashed across his chest, running down his stomach.
"I thought you said you wouldn't mind if I pissed in your face."
"Just didn't expect it, Mother," he said, star-
ing at her cunt, watching the golden piss spew in a strong, arcing stream, feeling it running down his chest and stomach, to his cock and balls.
Sandra shoved her hips forward, her knee swinging very wide. She pulled the lips of her cunt open, sending a scalding stream of golden piss over her son's chest. She mewled softly, her eyes glittering with perverse pleasure. Pissing on her son was exciting.
"Ohhhh, baby! Mother is pissing on you!"
' 'Yeah!'' Bobby groaned, lifting his hips and placing his cock and balls into the stream. "Piss on my cock, Mother! Piss all over my fucking cock and balls! Ohhhh, Mother, it's so hot!"
Bobby grasped his cock and began to pound on it as his mother pissed. He watched as she pissed against his piss hole. That almost sent his prick into a wild gush. He drew up on his cock and felt his balls being stung by her hot piss.
"Don't jerk it off," Sandra pleaded throati-ly. "I want your cock in me when you come."
Bobby's eyes glinted with excitement as he stared into his mother's pissing cunt, feeling the piss sting his balls, the head of his cock. The wetness of his mother's piss seemed to scald his crotch, feeling very good. On a sudden impulse, Bobby shoved his head into the stream. Sandra laughed wickedly as she pissed across the top of her son's head matting his hair to his scalp.
Bobby felt his mother's piss streaming from his head, down over his face and dripping off his chin.
"Mother is giving you a shower, Bobby!" she giggled. "I'm pissing all over you, darling!"
"Piss, Mother!" he grunted. "Piss all over me! I love it, Mother!"
Sandra pulled her son's head between her thighs, rubbing the top of it into her cunt, spraying piss all over the place. She sighed and murmured with perverse delight, and finally had no more piss to give her son ...
Chapter Five
When Sandra woke up the following morning, the first thing she became aware of was her son's cock pressing against the crack of her ass.
For a long moment she lay still, enjoying the hard throbbing of his prick against her. She wiggled her ass gently, and positioned it so the head of her son's cock moved along the ass crack, then between her legs. She closed her thighs about his cock, capturing the cock shaft along the lips of her cunt. She squeezed her thighs against Bobby's cock, feeling herself growing wet. She moved a hand through the soft hair of her cunt and pressed her son's cock against the lips of her cunt, mewling softly with the tingling sensation this produced.
For a few minutes she teased herself with his cock, feeling his breath against her back. She stretched her hand past her hip and fondled his ass, squeezing and pressuring his cock with her thighs, moving slowly to slide her cunt along the shaft of his prick.
The sun streamed into the window, and she realized she had forgotten to close the drapes the night before. It didn't matter; if anyone wanted to peek in at them, they would have to work at it because of the shrubbery and high fence there.
After writhing her ass against him a while longer, Sandra pulled away and turned to face her son. He slept on his side, and his cock strained from his crotch. Gently, she pushed Bobby until he was on his back, his cock thrusting into the air with mouth-watering invitation. She sat up, leaning over her son's cock and very gently ran her tongue about the smooth cock head. She didn't have to do this while he was asleep, she knew. But it excited her to play with his cock while he slept soundly.
She swirled her tongue about Bobby's cock, sliding it up and down the hard, hot prick shaft.
She nuzzled into his balls, kissing them with pleasure. Spreading his young thighs wide, Sandra gazed between them. His cock stood tall and hard, his balls looking full, hairless and delicious. The crack of his ass made her lick at her lips with desire. Leaning down, Sandra buried her face into her son's crotch. She inhaled the slightly sweaty scent of him, feeling her pulse starting to pound. There was a very slight pissy odor to his balls, an odor that excited her to the point her clit knotted up tightly. She kissed Bobby just beneath his sweet, hot balls, flicking her tongue lightly. She shoved her tongue out far, and lapped at the crack of his ass.
Her cunt was boiling again as she kissed and licked, inhaling the sweetness of her son's crotch. Her tongue flicked from the crack of his ass, around his balls, and up the hard shaft of his cock. She wiggled the tip into his piss hole, purring with pleasure. Her cunt steamed and flexed, and she couldn't resist any longer. She straddled her son, squatting with her cunt hovering above the head of his cock. She carefully fitted the cock head into her cunt and slowly sank down, spearing herself up the pussy.
She settled her cunt down at the cock base, the puffy pussy lips smashing down. She sat a moment, letting the lips of her cunt clasp his cock. Then she lifted, twisting in a screwing motion.
"What a way to wake up," Bobby grinned as his eyes opened.
"You don't like it?" she whispered, sliding her cunt down his cock again.
"Mother, you can wake me up this way every morning." He ran his hands along her thighs. "Did you know your tits bounce when you fuck me this way?"
"Everything bounces when I fuck you any way," she cooed, grinding at his cock, "Want to come?"
"You just keep fucking and watch me come, Mother."
Sandra bounced up and down on his cock, slapping her ass against his balls. Bobby stared at her pussy, watching as it pulled his cock in, then lifted to the cock head. The shaft of his prick glistened with the hot juices of his mother's cunt.
"I found this hard thing poking me in the ass when I woke up," she said, gasping slightly as she pumped up and down on his cock. "It was pushing against my ass, and you know what happens to me when I feel your cock so hard."
"Yeah, you have to fuck it," Bobby said, reaching under and cupping the cheeks of his mother's ass.
"Oh, I licked it first," she replied.
"I didn't feel it."
"Then you didn't feel me kiss your balls and lick at the crack of your ass, either, did you?"
"No," he moaned, his cock throbbing with a greater power as his mother kept fucking her hairy cunt up and down.
"But you can feel my cunt kissing your cock, can't you?"
"Mother, your cunt is sucking my cock, not kissing it." Bobby laughed and arched his hips up to meet the downward thrust of her hairy pussy.
"Mother's cunt can do anything," she said. "Want to see it kiss your cock?"
"Show me."
Sandra lifted her hips, drawing off Bobby's prick. "You have to watch real close, baby."
Bobby stared, watching his mother place the wet lips of her cunt against the head of his cock. He saw them move, pull inward. Sandra worked the muscles of her cunt time and again, and it did look as if it was kissing the head of his cock.
"I didn't know your pussy could do that, Mother," Bobby said, surprised.
"My cunt can suck you, too."
She placed the head of his cock just inside the lips of her cunt, and worked the muscles. Bobby felt his mother's pussy drawing on his cock, and moaned with pleasure.
"Can you see it suck your cock, honey?"
"Yeah."
"How does it feel?"
"Great, Mother!"
Sandra laughed lewdly and began to fuck up and down again. She fondled her firm tits, pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples, gazing hotly into her son's face. She loved to watch his expressions of ecstasy, feel his eyes on her body as she fucked him. Being seen in lewd positions and situations thrilled her, and a few times she had come thinking of someone watching her in secrecy.
Sandra never fantasized about being raped. She had no desire to be raped. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked vigorously, but never with pain or brutality. She fantasized about being seen, looked at as she went through wild, erotic positions, taking cock into her cunt and mouth, having come juice spurt across her lips, on her tits, being pissed on. Those were her fantasies. She longed to be fucked in public places, but had never had the opportunity until being with her son in that restroom. She fantasized about being fucked in a crowd, with bodies pressing about her, and ho one realizing what was happening to her. She fantasized about being fucked in a park, perhaps behind some bushes. She fantasized about parking in a car someplace, and taking a cock up her cunt and one in her mouth at the same time, and then being caught by some boys, who would then take turns fucking her until her cunt overflowed with sweet, hot come juice.
Fantasizing was fun and exciting.
But she had the real thing in her son.
She had his cock available when she wanted it, and she wanted it all the time. She was very pleased with his reactions, pleased that he allowed her to piss on him, to fuck her in a public restroom, enjoyed the fact she was willing to flash her ass or cunt in public. In her son she had, hopefully, the perfect partner to satisfy all her secret desires.
"Want to fuck me in the ass?" she whispered.
"Fuck you where, Mother?"
"In my ass," she repeated. She was sitting down with his cock buried deep inside her cunt, letting her pussy suck and squeeze him, his balls against her ass. "Want to stick your cock up Mother's asshole? I have a very tight asshole, baby."
Bobby's eyes wobbled for a moment, his cock throbbing between the gripping lips of her pussy.
"Can you do it, Mother?" he asked, excitement in his voice.
"I can do anything," she replied.
"Let's do it!"
With a giggle of lewdness, Sandra lifted her cunt from his cock. She couldn't resist pumping his prick a few times with her hands, feeling the slippery wetness of her cunt on it. She ran her fingertips about his piss hole, and lifted them to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean, then grasped the base of his cock again. She lifted her ass, shoving the swollen head of her son's cock past her cunt and placing it against the tight pucker of her asshole.
She mewled softly as she felt his prick burning at the tight ass ring. For a long moment, she held her breath and rubbed the head of his cock along her asshole.
Bobby stared at his mother's crotch. The hairy lips of her cunt seemed to open, then close as she rubbed his prick at her asshole. He felt a heat there, a different sort of heat on his cock. He could see his mother's clit pulsating as she began to apply downward pressure on his prick.
"Can you see it, baby?" she asked in a hissing voice. "Can you see my asshole?"
"Yeah, Mother," he moaned. "I can see your asshole and cunt and everything!"
"Oooo, watch me take your cock in my asshole! Watch Mother's asshole gobble your sweet, hard cock!"
"I'm watching!"
"Watch Mother's asshole take it in! Oh, Bobby, I want your cock up my hot ass!"
Sandra had to struggle to keep from plunging down on his cock. She had to force it herself to lower herself slowly. Not because she was afraid it would hurt, but because she wanted to savor the penetrating stretch of her asshole. She screwed up her beautiful face into an expression of rapture. Bobby stared as his mother's asshole, watching the head of his cock slowly enter.
"Ohhhhhh, it feels so fucking big, Bobby!" Sandra mewled. "You're going to rip Mother's asshole wide open!"
"Don't do it if it hurts, Mother."
"I don't hurt, Bobby," she hissed. "God, it feels wonderful!"
She shoved downward, and the rounded head of his cock entered her asshole. Sandra gave a squeal as she felt it with the ring of her ass. For a moment she paused, holding the cock head inside her asshole. She ran her fingers through the hair of her cunt and rubbed at her distended clit a few times.
Then she shoved her ass downward, sinking onto her son's cock slowly until she had it deeply buried. Her eyes glittered with ecstasy as she gazed into her son's happy face.
"Feel it?" she asked. "Can you feel how tight Mother's asshole is? Is my asshole tight and hot around your cock, baby?"
"Mother, this is fantastic!" Bobby groaned, his cock throbbing deep inside the boiling tightness of his mother's asshole.
Sandra wiggled, sliding her cunt along his stomach, his cock feeling huge up her ass. She gripped her knees and lifted. "Watch me fuck you with my asshole, Bobby! Watch Mother fuck your cock with that tight, hot asshole!"
Bobby watched, his eyes glazed with perverse rapture. His mother's asshole clung to his prick much tighter than her cunt did. Seeing her bushy pussy, the cunt lips opening and closing, watching his cock being taken into her ass, made him tremble with wild pleasure. He still cupped her ass, and when she began to bounce faster and faster, he groaned. He stared between his mother's legs, watching her asshole sliding up and down his cock.
Sandra began to sob as her asshole burned in a delicious manner. She ran her ass down until she had all his cock inside, and jiggled back and forth. She left wetness on her son's stomach at the base of his cock where her cunt rubbed and dripped. She reached behind her and clasped his young, hot balls, rubbing them about her ass.
"Ohhhhhh, it feels so good in my asshole, Bobby!" she moaned. "I love that feeling. It makes me want to shit, but I know I won't. It stuffs my ass so nicely, stretches that asshole so big! Ohhhhhh, I love to feel your cock in my ass!"
"Fuck me, Mother!" Bobby grunted, sliding his hands off her ass and between her legs.
He stroked the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs, toying with her pussy and clit as she fucked up and down. He pinched and pulled at his mother's clit, making her squeal with added ecstasy. Her wide-spaced tits jiggled in movement as she increased the speed of her plunging ass.
"Fuck my cock! Ooooo, Mother, fuck my cock with your hot, tight asshole! Fuck me good, Mother! Make me come up your fucking hot asshole!"
"I will! Ohhhh, God, I will!" she screeched in rapture.
Each time she plunged down, she smashed his young balls with the burning cheeks of her ass. Bobby felt that ass ring tighten and squeeze at his cock, just the way her mouth did when she sucked him off. He arched his hips upward, and Sandra held herself high. Bobby pounded his cock up and down, fucking it frantically into his mother's asshole.
"Do it! Do it!" Sandra shrieked with mindless passion. "Ram my ass, baby! Ram the shit out of mother's ass! Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck my ass! Fuck mother in that hot, tight asshole!"
Bobby rammed his cock up and down hard and faster, the banging making his mother's tight tits shake. Sandra gasped with each upward stab, the power of his fucking driving the air from her lungs. She began to sob with ecstasy, torturing her clit with her fingers. She held her ass high, feeling the delicious thrusts of her son's cock fucking her asshole. Moist slapping sounds came loudly when he banged upward. Her cunt was dripping, and the lower part of his stomach was soaked with her pussy juices.
"Faster! Harder! Deeper!" she wailed.
Bobby was fucking as fast as he could move. He gritted his teeth as he watched his cock fucking in and out of his mother's asshole. She worked her clit with brutal fingers, squeezing it and pulling on it. She twisted her ass about, grinding, fucking her ass on his prick.
"Ohhhh, you're going to make me come, baby! Mother is about to come . . . come so fucking hard! Ooooo, I want to come! I want to come with my cunt and with my asshole and . . . ahhhh, harder! Fuck my ass harder!"
But Bobby slowed and dropped his ass, gasp-
ing from his exertion.
Immediately, Sandra began to bounce her ass up and down again, fucking her son with her asshole. She rubbed frantically at her inflamed clit and the swollen lips of her cunt. She fucked her fingers deeply into her pussy and felt his cock through the thin flesh between her asshole and pussy channel. She yelped loudly, fucking furiously up and down. Her asshole felt forever stretched, burning and tingling. His cock seemed to go all the way to her throat, and she was shaking with ecstasy.
"Ooooo, I'm about to come now, darling!" she cried out. "Come with me! I want to feel you coming up my fucking ass! Fill Mother's asshole, Bobby! Ohhhh, please, fill my fucking asshole with hot come juice!"
She screamed, her cunt contracting with sucking power. She pulled at her swollen clit in mindless rapture, twisting it. Her ass shook with wild motions, the ring of her asshole pulling hungrily at his cock.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Ohhhh, fuck, piss, shit! I'm coming, Bobby! My cunt is on fire and I ... ohhhh, squirt that come juice up my hot asshole! Squirt it now! Please, please, come in Mother's asshole!"
Bobby gave a grunt, his body going stiff.
Sandra felt the gushing of his cock cream along the walls of her asshole, and her orgasm increased with power. She screamed time and again as her asshole clutched at his jizz-spewing cock, sucking upward at the base. Her cunt tightened with overwhelming spasms, and she pressed down hard on her son's spurting cock.
Bobby felt his mother's asshole gripping and relaxing, squeezing his cock, draining the jism out of his writhing balls.
When he finished coming, he felt drained of all his body fluids, his cock relaxing inside the clenching hole of his mother's ass. Sandra slowly became still, and remained sitting on his cock, her head slumped downward as she breathed deeply.
"God, that was so fucking good," she breathed, lifting her head and looking into her son's face. "Do you like fucking Mother in the ass?"
"It's the greatest, Mother."
She leaned over, taking care to hold his cock inside her asshole. She licked at his lips, then ran her hand to her cunt. She wiped juices of her pussy into her palm, then smeared her son's lips with them. Again she licked at his mouth, tasting herself.
"You're crazy, Mother," he giggled.
"Maybe so, but you love it," she giggled.
"I sure as fuck do!"
Chapter Six
Sitting upright again on Bobby's cock, Sandra gazed down at his face.
"Want to take a morning piss?" she asked, her voice low.
"I need to," he replied. "When you're finished with my cock, I'm really gonna have to piss."
"Why don't you go ahead and do it?"
"In your asshole, Mother?"
"Why not?" she replied, squeezing her asshole about the base of his relaxed cock. "I've wondered what it would feel like to have someone piss in my asshole."
"Mother, that might make you shit all over me!" Bobby complained.
"I promise I won't," she said.
"You better not," he said. "I'll do it if you keep your promise, Mother."
"Please, darling," she whispered. "I want to feel a cock pissing in my ass! Piss in me, Bobby! Please, please, piss in Mother's asshole!"
Bobby found it a little difficult because his mother's asshole wouldn't be still. It kept squeezing at his prick. But he finally managed to spurt a quick splash of piss into her ass.
"Ohhh, I can feel it!" Sandra squealed. "Do it again!"
Bobby squirted a little more piss.
"Harder!" Sandra pleaded. "Piss real hard!"
Bobby forced himself to piss, and then it became easier. Sandra gurgled and closed her eyes as she felt the hot piss flooding into her ass guts. She squeezed the ass ring, almost stopping her son. But the hot piss kept gushing, and she felt her guts filling with piss. The sensation was very good, not unlike getting an enema with hot water.
Bobby wondered how his mother could hold it without dribbling around his cock. But, like her, he was excited by it now, and didn't care.
He was pissing hard and strong, watching his mother's face contort with pleasure, her body shivering.
"You like it, Mother?"
"Ohhh, it's so good!" she whimpered. "Piss up my ass! Flood my fucking asshole with your hot piss. I love this ... I love the feeling! Keep pissing in my ass and I'll come again, I bet."
"Bullshit!"
"No, feel!" Sandra squealed.
Then Bobby felt it. His mother's asshole clamped hard about his cock, squeezing and flexing. He looked closely at her cunt, and saw those succulent, hairy cuntlips pulsating. But his mother wasn't screaming as she usually did when she came. Her eyes were slitted and she was gasping softly, but she was, indeed, coming.
Her squeezing asshole prevented him from pissing, except when it relaxed briefly. Then Bobby sent hot piss into her asshole before the next spasm struck. He was surprised that she could hold that much of his piss inside her.
Sandra remained sitting on his cock a bit longer, then slipped her ass up and off.
"Now I have to go to the bathroom for sure," she said, giggling. Cupping one hand against her ass and the other on her cunt, she walked quickly to the bathroom.
She was sitting on the toilet when Bobby entered and stepped into the shower. When he finished with the shower, Sandra climbed in.
"Why don't you make my coffee?" she suggested. "I'll only be a minute."
Bobby left his mother, and Sandra lathered herself good. She decided to wait until later to shampoo, and toweled her body until it glowed a luscious pink. Stepping into a pair of flimsy panties, she found her son had her coffee ready. He was wearing his Jockey shorts. The bulge of his young cock and balls drew her eyes.
"Mmmm, looking nice, baby," she purred as she sat down and sipped her coffee. "Just stand there and let me eat you up with my eyes."
Bobby leaned against the kitchen counter, his hips pushed forward proudly. His cock and balls bulged inside his white shorts.
"I guess I just have a hot cunt," Sandra said softly. "Looking at you this way, and I'm wet already."
"Let me see, Mother."
Sandra turned sideways in her chair, opening her legs. As she sipped her coffee, she drew aside the crotch of her panties. Bobby saw the juices on his mother's cunt hair, and his cock reacted by poking against his shorts. Sandra murmured and ran her tongue about her lips, her eyes taking on a steamy glaze. Bobby had come already this morning, come in her asshole, and now he was getting hard again. That fact thrilled Sandra. Some men couldn't get hard so fast after coming, but her son seemed to accomplish it quite well. And if there was one thing she loved, it was a hard cock!
"Bring it here, darling," she whispered, rubbing at her cunt with one finger.
Bobby approached his mother, standing before her. She rubbed at his cock and balls, cupping them and making soft sounds of pleasure deep in her throat. She squeezed his balls gently, flicking her tongue along his stomach.
"Sit on the table, Bobby," she whispered.
Bobby climbed onto the table, facing his mother. Sandra sat in the chair, scooting it between his knees. She caressed his legs, running her tongue along his inner thigh. She traced the tight crotch of his shorts with her tongue, feeling the heat of his cock and balls searing her face.
"Mmmm, nice and hot, darling," she purred, swirling her tongue along each side of his bulging shorts. She nuzzled her face into his crotch for a few moments, inhaling the sweet youth of his cock and balls. She pinched her clit as she lapped about his cock-bulge. Her eyes glittered up at him. "I wonder how your cock would taste if I sucked it off through your shorts."
Bobby laughed. "It might taste just fine to you, Mother, but I'd rather feel your wet mouth on my cock without shorts."
Sandra pressed her son's shorts into his ass, running her finger up and down. Then she pulled them wide, twisting them outward. She ran her tongue onto his shorts, then up and down his ass to his balls. Pulling his balls completely out of his shorts, she mouthed them awhile, purring softly. She kept toying with her clit, writhing her ass on the chair.
"Let me take my panties off," she whispered. "They're so wet."
Sandra slipped her panties off, but instead of tossing them to the table or floor, she pulled her son's cock out of his shorts and draped them over the head of his cock. She placed the pussy-wet crotch on the piss hole, and ran her tongue about it.
"Mfflmm, I can taste cock and cunt this way," she purred. "It's delicious!"
Sandra ran her tongue about her son's cock, tasting it through her panties. Her eyes turned hot as her cunt bubbled wetly. She drew the crotch of her panties tightly about the swollen head of his cock, and closed her lips around it. She sucked, moving her mouth up and down, feeling the soft wetness of the nylon panties with her lips.
"This is nice, Bobby," she moaned softly, rubbing his cock at her chin. "I'm going to make you come again. Do you mind?"
"Fuck, no!" Bobby groaned.
"Wonderful!" Sandra whispered.
She pulled his cock, covered tightly by her panties, and she tasted him dripping through them, too. She smashed at her clit as she sucked, feeling very wicked, sucking his cock with her panties around it.
Bobby watched her, feeling the wet heat of his mother's mouth. His balls tingled and he twisted his ass on the table. Sandra slipped her mouth from his cock frequently, running her tongue down to his ass, licking it, swirling her tongue about his young balls, then back to his cock again. She ran her lips up and down the throbbing cock shaft, making soft whimpering sounds. As she sucked him, she saw in her mind the boy at the public restroom, pissing on the other side of the wall. Sensations of exquisite rapture boiled through her body.
"God, you taste so fucking good, Bobby," she groaned.
She pulled back, squeezing one of her tits, her nipple straining out. She rubbed her nipple up and down his balls, over his cock. She shoved it into the crack of his ass, feeling him hot and tight against her nipple.
"I'd love to put my titty up your ass, baby," she whispered, rubbing her nipple about his asshole. "I bet that would feel very good. I'd like to fuck you in your asshole with my tit."
Bobby pulled his knees up, spreading the cheeks of his ass for his mother. Sandra gazed at the tight hole, and then pressed her stiff nipple against it. She pushed and tried hard, but her tit would not go up his ass.
"Shit!" she said, pulling his cock back into her mouth.
"Just suck it, then, Mother," he replied, still holding his knees at his chest, staring at her mouth.
Sandra ran her tight lips up and down his cock, her panties still draped around it like a glove. She began to rub at his asshole with her finger, and when she exerted pressure, Bobby gasped in delight.
Sandra's eyes flashed hotly up at him as she pulled her panties away from his cock, sucking it without anything between them. She pushed her ringer deeply into his asshole, and was pleased as her son wiggled into her face. She pushed and pulled her finger, fucking Bobby in his asshole and sucking on his cock at the same time.
Bobby was gasping and twisting, the sensa-
tions making his young mind spin hotly. Feeling his cock throbbing with more power, she fucked her finger faster and deeper and with more hunger, feeling him ready to come. Her lips, tight, wet, moved easily up and down his cock, taking the full length into her mouth. She smashed her lips into the base, the smooth cock head brushing into her throat. Then she sucked up, making her lips as tight as she could. Her Finger rammed time and again up his- ass.
"Mother, you're gonna get a fucking mouthful!" Bobby groaned.
With a squeal, Sandra pulled her mouth off his cock. She left her finger in his asshole, fucking it in and out.
"Jerk it off!" she moaned. "Bobby, jack it off and come in my mouth!"
By now Bobby would have done anything; his balls were full and his cock was about to go off. He gripped his prick tightly, and began to jack off frantically.
Sandra pulled him forward, lowering her face and tilting it upward, her mouth wide open, her tongue sticking out. She fucked her finger in and out of his asshole faster and faster.
"I'm gonna come, Mother!"
"In my mouth!"
Bobby's cock spurted creamy jism.
He shoved his prick downward and shot the come juice into his mother's mouth. He watched her mouth fill with the creamy wetness, her eyes dreamy. Squirt after squirt splashed into Sandra's mouth until it was full, them jism seeped over the corners of her lips, running down her cheeks. Bobby squeezed the final drop of come juice from the head of his cock, and with her mouth full of his come juice, Sandra ran her tongue across his piss hole. Then she swallowed, licking at the corners of her lips.
She grinned at him. "Did you like that?"
Bobby nodded, still breathing hard.
"I've always wanted a man to jack off into my mouth like that," she said. "I think I love it."
Sandra pulled her finger out of his asshole, and to Bobby's surprised, shoved it into her mouth. Sandra saw his expression.
"Well, fuck you, too," she said. "I can suck my finger if I want to, even if it was up your young asshole!"
She adjusted the crotch of his shorts, patting his balls.
"Now you can get off the table," she said.
But Bobby only shifted to the side. He sat there, his legs dangling over, watching his mother as she sipped her coffee once again. A small drop of come juice clung to her cheek, and he wiped it away with his finger. Sandra pulled his finger into her mouth, her tongue licking.
"Can't waste any of that precious juice, can we?" she gurgled softly.
She finished her coffee, and Bobby climbed from the table to refill her cup, knowing his mother always drank two cups in the morning. Then he perched back on the table.
"Why are you sitting there?" she asked. "I mean, it's fine with me, darling; I have a wonderful view of your cock and balls."
Bobby smiled mysteriously and said nothing. He opened his legs wide and leaned back. Sandra sipped at her coffee, her eyes remaining on his crotch.
"Bobby!" she suddenly squealed.
Bobby had started pissing slowly into his shorts.
"Don't you like it, Mother?"
"Oh, baby! I love it!" she said, her eyes turning hot again as she watched his shorts become soaked. "Ohh, piss in those fucking shorts, darling! That's beautiful! Piss, baby, piss!"
Hot, golden piss began to drip from his shorts, and Sandra shoved her half-filled cup beneath it. Hot piss dropped into the cup, filling it, mixing with her coffee.
"Ohhh, delicious!" Sandra purred as she drank some of it.
Bobby was still pissing, his shorts thoroughly drenched now, piss dripping from the bulge of his balls, the stretching over his ass. Sandra made a soft cry of pleasure as she stared, moving her face close. She inhaled the erotic scent, and gave a soft sob.
She pushed her face into his crotch, rubbing back and forth, feeling his hot piss on her flesh. She darted her tongue out and licked at the piss, then closed her lips about his balls, shorts and all. She sucked, swallowing with eagerness, her eyes rolling with wicked pleasure. The taste of her son's piss in her mouth sent her cunt into pulsing wetness again. She rubbed her naked cunt at the chair, clutching her son by the hips and pressing her face tightly into his crotch. Running her lips and tongue up into his shorts, she licked rapidly at them where his cock head was still sending piss through the shorts. Sandra licked at the wetness, moaning as she twisted her naked ass into the chair.
Bobby lifted his hips, grinding his piss-wet crotch into his mother's eager face, watching her. Already Sandra's face was glistening with piss, and she smeared her mouth, her cheeks, her nose and chin all about his crotch. She was lapping at the shorts, pushing them against his asshole, then taking his balls into her mouth, finally closing her lips about the head of his cock and sucking his piss through the shorts.
"Suck it, Mother," he urged. "Suck my piss out of my shorts! Suck that hot piss! Drink my piss, Mother!"
Sandra gurgled wetly as she sucked the piss from his shorts, smashing her cunt hard at her chair. She squealed into his crotch as she came, her pussy gripping and clutching, her clit knotted and painful.
"God, you sure know how to excite me!" Sandra said huskily as she pulled her face from him. She ran her tongue along the edges of his shorts, licking his inner thighs. "You do things that make my cunt absolutely burn up."
"You mean that made you come, Mother?"
"Come?" she asked, grinning broadly. "That was a fucking explosion!"
"I guess I better take another shower," he said.
"Why? Are you going someplace?"
"Who knows?" Bobby said, getting to his feet. He leaned down and sucked at his mother's tit a moment. "We aren't going to stay in the house all day, are we?"
"We could . . . and fuck all day," she suggested.
"We probably will," Bobby replied. "But I'm gonna shower, just the same."
When her son was gone, Sandra knew what she wanted to do. The public restroom at the fast-food place lingered in her mind. Watching a young boy pissing while her son fucked her had been so exciting, she wanted to repeat the experience.
She went to her room, listening to her son in the shower. She pulled out a pair of pantyhose, and carefully snipped out the crotch. Sliding into them, she found her cunt and lower ass available. Grinning lewdly, she slipped on a summer dress, then high heels. The dress had narrow, fragile straps holding it on her shoulders. The waist was tucked in tightly, with the skirt wide and flaring. When she lifted her dress and examined herself in the mirror on the wall, she was pleased with the effect. Soft hair of her cunt swirled from the hole she had cut and, feeling behind her, she could slide a finger along her asshole.
"Do I look okay?" she asked when her son stepped from the shower.
She held her dress up so he could see what she had done. His eyes took on a glow.
"Why did you do that, Mother?"
"Oh, I thought we'd have lunch at the fast-food place again," she said airily. "I just thought it would be nice, in case you got a hard-on while we were there and needed a piece of my ass."
Bobby giggled.
"You just wanna peek at someone again," he said. "I know you by now, Mother."
"I know." Sandra hugged herself. "I think it's delicious that you know me so well."
Chapter Seven
Arm in arm, they walked in the hot sunlight. Sandra swished her lovely ass, enjoying the eyes that followed her. She was beautiful, very much so, and almost every man they passed turned to look at her. She was innocent and beautiful, yet at the same time with an erotic quality that promised. Her hot eyes not only promised, but suggested she would deliver, too, but only to the right person and under the right circumstances.
Bobby was comfortable in his relationship with his mother. He felt no jealousy because men looked at her, drooling hungrily. He was the one getting her, fucking her mouth, her cunt, her ass, not them. He walked proudly at her side, feeling her hip brush him.
They purchased their food and a drink, then sat at the cement tables provided. They were shaded by huge, colorful umbrellas. Sandra searched the other tables, her eyes taking in the young boys. And she saw what she was looking for.
The boy was young, perhaps her son's age. He was alone, and looked very shy. Sandra noticed he watched the few girls from the corners of his eyes, secretly. She understood the boy perfectly. He was horny, but was too shy to approach a girl. He looked at them and dreamed, then would probably go off and pound his cock, seeing in his mind the shape of a tight ass and slender, creamy thighs.
Without telling her son what she planned, Sandra positioned herself so the young boy had to look in her direction. When he glanced her way, she opened her knees just enough to hold his attention. She sipped on the straw of her drink, watching him closely. When she saw the burning in his eyes, she opened her legs farther. She saw the dazed expression in the boy's eyes, and knew he was startled, and pleased, by what he was seeing. The boy could see her thighs, and the cut-out of her panty hose. In fact, he could see the soft hair of her cunt showing. Sandra tried to peek at the front of his pants, but he was hidden by his table.
"That boy is looking up my dress," Sandra whispered to her son.
Bobby started to turn and look.
"No, don't look at him," she said quickly. "The poor guy is about to come off in his pants."
"Mother, you shouldn't tease that way," Bobby replied, but he was delighted with what his mother was doing.
"I'll give him a good show," she whispered.
"Mother, you better be careful," Bobby replied.
Sandra ignored her son, and lifted her foot to the cement bench. She made sure the boy could see her crotch.
"Now he can see my cunt," she whispered, her voice throaty with excitement. "Ohhhh, I wish I could see his cock bulging!"
"Mother, you wanna get raped?" Bobby asked.
"My pleasure!" she crooned. "Of course I don't want to be raped, baby. I just want to have some fun and tease, that's all. But. . . he does look very interesting."
"You'd fuck him?"
"I'd fuck him dry!" Sandra mewled. "I'd fuck his cock so hard!"
Bobby felt his own cock lifting, listening to his mother, knowing she was flashing some helpless young boy. He knew she wouldn't fuck the unknown boy. That is, he didn't think she would. He wouldn't mind if she did, because he thought it would be exciting to watch his mother taking some guy's cock up her cunt or ass or deep in her mouth.
"I'm getting a hard-on, too, Mother," he said.
"Are you? Really? Let me feel," she said.
Before her son could respond, Sandra shoved her hand beneath the table and squeezed his cock. The boy watching her caught it, and she saw his eyes grow huge.
"He saw me feel you," she giggled.
"Do it again, and I might come off in my pants, Mother."
"I think he's getting a hard-on," Sandra said, looking at the young boy. "I'm sure he's going to be jacking off soon."
"Mother, you're terrible."
"Yes, I am," she said softly. "Aren't you glad?"
"Mother, I think I'm ready to fuck," Bobby said, his eyes burning. "My cock is hurting me."
Sandra didn't waste time. She stood up.
"Come on," she said, and walked ahead of her son toward the rear of the restaurant. She glanced at the young boy as she moved past him. She caught a glimpse of his cock pressing up at the front of his pants, and she wiggled her ass when he turned to watch her.
As before, the restroom was empty, and Sandra slipped into it with her son right behind her. They entered the stall and locked the door. They had not been inside hardly a minute when the outer door opened. Sandra, peeking through the small hole, watched the boy she had been teasing enter. As she leaned to peek, she felt her son lifting her dress in back. She writhed her ass when he bunched it at her waist.
Bobby looked down at his mother's ass. The pantyhose were very sheer, flesh colored, and he could see right through them. But his excitement was in the curling cunt hair exposed by the cut-out crotch. He rubbed his cock up and down his mother's cunt, feeling the wet heat. Sandra waggled her ass about for her son, staring through the hole. Bobby knew his mother loved to peek at whoever was on the other side. He could feel her excitement by the way the lips of cunt throbbed.
Sandra pressed her crotch backward when she felt her son's cock against the fiery lips of her pussy. She swallowed a moan of pleasure as the swollen cock head slipped into her, the drenched cunt lips parting for the hardness. She felt Bobby's hands holding her hips, working his cock back and forth slowly. The feel of Bobby's cock in her cunt as she peeked was wonderful for Sandra.
She saw the young boy stand near the urinal and take out his cock. It was very hard, thin, long. She ran her tongue about her lips as she gazed at it. When the boy clasped his cock with his fist and began to pound on it, she thought she would come. Just knowing she was the one to cause that hard cock, knowing the boy was fantasizing about her, the image of her cunt in his young mind, sent fiery thrills racing about her body. While she jiggled her ass for her son, she exercised her erotic voyeurisum. Somehow, watching the boy jerking at his young cock with enthusiasm made her son's cock feel so much better inside her cunt. The friction of Bobby's throbbing cock against the sensitive lips of her pussy seemed to be intensely enhanced.
She moved her hips, swinging them from side to side, then thrusting her ass back onto her son's cock, fighting to hold back the soft cries and sobs of her growing rapture. Bobby was fucking his cock faster and harder into her pussy, and she had difficulty stopping the soft grunts as he pounded against her ass.
The young boy she was watching began to twist his tight hand about his cock, and the cock head was very swollen. She could see the clear liquid glistening on his piss hole, and she ran her tongue over her lips again with hunger. She wanted to call out to her son, to tell him to fuck her harder and deeper. Her cunt was fiery and wet, clinging to his prick with strong muscles.
Slipping a hand down and between her thighs, Sandra grasped Bobby's swinging balls. She twisted and pulled on them, and then her son had to choke back his cries of delight. Sandra writhed and danced her lovely ass wantonly for her son, knowing he loved to see the movements she could make. The boy on the other side of the wall was pumping on his cock with vigorous strokes now, and his hips were starting to arch forward. Sandra stared at the head of his throbbing prick hotly, knowing he was about to come. She wanted to watch his thick come juice gush out, spatter from his opening piss hole. She wanted her son to come up her cunt at the same time. She wanted to come at the same time, too. She was holding her breath as the young boy beat almost violently on his cock. She could hear his gasping breath through the thin wall. The faster the boy jerked his cock, the tighter her cunt gripped her son's cock.
The soft gasp slipped from her lips as her pussy started quivering toward orgasm. She could not hold the sound back. But the boy jerking his cock off was too involved and apparently did not hear the sound. He was pulling and pushing very swiftly on his prick now. Bobby was fucking his rigid prick in and out of her cunt faster, too.
Sandra gasped as the boy on the other side of the wall suddenly came. The creamy come juice spurted out of his young cock with force, spattering into the urinal. She saw his fist glistening with jism.
Then she came.
Her cunt grabbed at her son's cock so hard, Bobby grunted. The wet heat of her cunt sent a tremor through Bobby, and his balls became tight. The scalding juice of his balls squirted, flying out of his cock and drenching the greedy walls of his mother's pussy. Sandra choked as her orgasm rumbled through her, her eyes glazed in ecstasy. She could barely watch the boy as he finished coming, the film of rapture glazing her eyes. Her ass jerked spastically as her cunt sucked and squeezed her son's cock.
Bobby clutched his mother's hips tightly, spewing hard, filling her cunt with his hot come juice, his teeth gritting and his eyes closed as the power of his climax took control of his body. Sandra smashed her son's balls hard against her throbbing clit, which seemed to drag her orgasm out for a long time. Her legs became weak, her knees like rubber.
When her vision cleared, the boy on the other side of the wall was pushing his cock back into his pants. She remained with her eye at the hole until she heard the door close.
"He jerked off, baby!" she said, still breathless from her orgasm. "I watched him jerk off while you fucked me!"
Bobby had pulled his prick free and was leaning against the opposite wall, breathing hard, Sandra turned and faced him, her eyes going immediately to Bobby's dangling cock. She saw the wetness of her cunt on it, and with a soft mewl, squatted before him. She held her son's hips and ran her tongue up and down his prick, tasting the sweetness of her pussy and what wetness of his come juice lingered there. Her eyes glanced up at him, twinkling with, pleasure as she licked his prick.
Bobby placed his hand on top of his mother's head, rubbing his cock back and forth on her long tongue. With a soft murmur, Sandra slipped her lips over her son's cock, swallowing deeply. She used her tongue, swirling it about his cock, feeling it start to swell. His cock became half hard inside her mouth, and she drew back to look up at his face.
"Want to come once more, Bobby?" she whispered. "I'll suck it off if you do."
"Oh, Mother!" he moaned. "I don't know if I can."
"Sure you can, honey," she replied. "I'll show you."
She spread her knees as she squatted before him, pulling his cock back into her mouth. She sucked, twisting her lips about as his cock swelled and lengthened. Sandra loved to feel and taste her son's cock growing hard inside her mouth. It thrilled her to feel his prick become hard and hot due to her sucking lips and licking tongue. Mouthing his cock, she caressed his ass through his pants, squeezing the ass cheeks, then sliding one hand beneath her chin to cup his balls. She wanted to drag his pants to his knees, but she wanted to make him come again more. She didn't want to waste any time; her hunger to suck Bobby's cock off was tremendous. She would have loved to suck that other young boy while her son fucked her, but that couldn't be.
"Ahhh, Mother, that's good," Bobby whispered, watching her lips slide back and forth on his cock. "Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet, Mother. Maybe I will come again, after all."
"Mmmmm," Sandra purred, her eyes dancing wantonly up at him, her mouth greedy on his cock.
She cupped his ass once more and pulled him forward. The head of her son's cock fucked into her throat, and she held it deeply, feeling it throb. Her eyes glazed over with passion, her tongue pressing his cock against the roof of her mouth.
Bobby felt his mother's mouth pulling on his cock, and couldn't understand how she managed it. His cock was all the way inside, with her lips at the base, the cock head at her throat, and it still felt like she was sucking very hard.
"Oooo, Mother!" he groaned, his weight resting on his shoulders as he bunched his hips forward.
Sandra moved her right hand off her son's ass, keeping a tight grip on it with her left hand. She slipped her hand along her nyloned thigh to her cunt. She ran her fingers about the lips of her pussy, feeling the come juice from the fuck seeping from them. She rubbed at her clit lightly as she began to suck back and forth on Bobby's cock.
The sound of the door opening caused her to freeze.
Bobby almost stopped breathing. They waited, neither of them moving. Bobby's hands held the back of his mother's head while his cock kept throbbing inside her mouth. Sandra cupped her exposed cunt, not moving her hand. The sound of pissing came through the thin wall. Sandra's eyes rolled with ecstasy as she listened, a shiver moving about her flesh. Then came the sound of a zipper being pulled up, and they waited until the door closed.
Immediately, Bobby began to fuck his mother in the mouth.
"Ohhhh, suck it hard, Mother!" he urged. "Make me come before some other asshole comes in to piss!"
Sandra rubbed at her cunt again as her son thrust his cock back and forth between her lips. She purred happily, her tongue flicking along the hard cock shaft, then the swollen cock head as he pulled back.
"Ohhhh, darling!" Sandra whimpered as she ran her tongue about the head of his cock. "Give me a mouthful, baby! Bobby, give Mother a real hot mouthful of your sweet come juice! I want it, Bobby! I want my mouth full of that hot come juice!"
Bobby shoved his cock back into his mother's mouth, and holding her face in both his hands now, fucked her lips faster.
Sandra rubbed brutally at her cunt, her hand smeared with seeping come juice that dripped out of her pussy. The heat of her son's cock sent wild desire rumbling through her. She sucked at him with a hunger that had been fueled by seeing the young boy piss. She knew she would come again, too. Her pussy was greatly overheated as she rubbed it. Feeling the cunt lips pooching through the cut-out crotch of her pantyhose was erotic to her. She pulled and twisted her inflamed clit, purring about her son's cock.
"Suck hard, Mother!" Bobby groaned. "Ohhhh, suck my cock real hard! I'm gonna give you a hot load!"
Sandra squeezed Bobby's ass, her fingers tight. She began to thrust two fingers into her cunt, fucking herself with wet sounds. Her eyes opened and closed, glassy with lust. Bobby's cock seemed to become very thick and hard inside her mouth. She squealed in muffled sounds, letting him fuck her mouth as fast and hard as he wanted, enjoying the way the rounded cock head brushed her throat, making her lips burn and tingle. Her mouth watered up so much, saliva dripped from the corners, her cunt sucked at her fingers.
Bobby grunted.
The creamy come juice gushed across her tongue. Sandra sobbed with the scalding sweetness, swallowing in greedy ecstasy. The come juice splashed at her throat. Her tongue lapped.
And Sandra began coming, too.
But as the spasms of her orgasm erupted inside her boiling pussy, she began pissing.
Squealing with ecstasy, she rubbed at her cunt, the hot piss splashing over her palm. She pissed and came at the same time, the contractions causing her piss to squirt up, stop, squirt. Just the way her son's cock was spurting jism into her mouth.
She gulped wetly as her son flooded her mouth. She was surprised that he was coming so much, since he had just shot such a beautiful load into her cunt. But she wasn't going to complain; she loved the taste of her son's sweet, thick, creamy jism. The more he came in her mouth, the better she loved it. Her hand was wet with piss all the way to her wrist, and she kept rubbing at the convulsing cunt lips.
"Ohhhhh, Mother! Ohhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, shit, Mother!" Bobby was groaning as his cock discharged, his balls tight and slightly painful. "Ohhhh, suck it all, Mother! Suck my fucking balls dry!"
Sandra clung to his cock as it began to relax. She tightened her lips about the cock head and pulled back, stretching his prick. Her eyes glit-
tered up at him.
Finally, she let his limp cock drop from her mouth.
"I pissed," she said.
She stood, and the puddle of piss spread about the floor of the restroom. She lifted her hand and licked it, tasting her cunt, Bobby's come juice, and her piss. Bobby slipped out of the stall and watched as his mother washed her hands at the sink.
"If we were alone I wouldn't have to wash" she said, winking at him in the small mirror above the sink.
"You're lucky your legs aren't soaked in piss, Mother," he observed.
"I know," she giggled, wiggling her ass. "I'd have a hard time getting home, wouldn't I? Everyone we passed would see what I did."
She said, it, but her expression indicated a lack of concern about what anyone else thought.
Chapter Eight
Sandra pranced about the house wearing her pantyhose, and nothing else.
Bobby, in his Jockey shorts at his mother's request, watched her.
It was late evening, and she had cut the crotch of a fresh pair of panties out. This time she had made the cut bigger, and the complete triangle of her cunt hair showed through. She had made sure the cheeks of her ass showed by cutting almost to the elastic waistband. Bobby loved the r
effect, as evidenced by his cock inside his shorts.
They had enjoyed a light dinner, and Sandra had put soft rock music on the stereo. She danced for her son, wiggling her ass and flashing her cunt by lifting her legs, parting them. She made the cheeks of her ass bunch and tighten for his watching pleasure. Her tight tits jiggled, her nipples rigid and tingling. She had Bobby expose the head of his cock just above the elastic of his Jockey shorts.
With gleaming eyes, she danced toward him. Leaning down, she shook her shoulders, making her naked tits sway. Placing her hands on the cushions of the couch, she leaned down and swiped her tongue around the head of her son's revealed cock. Bobby lifted his hands and cupped his mother's tits, his fingers digging into them,
"Mmmmm, play with Mother's titties," she purred. "Pull Mother's nipples and pinch them hard. It makes my tits tingle when you pinch them."
Bobby pinched her nipples, twisting them and pulling at the same time. Sandra whimpered with pleasure, lifting her face to his. She ran her tongue from one corner of his lips to the other, then shoved her tongue into his mouth. Bobby sucked at it eagerly, pulling hard enough on her nipples to make her groan. She shoved the waist of his shorts downward, exposing the full length of his stiff cock. Taking her mouth from his, she looked at her son's cock, watching it jerk.
"God, I love that hard cock," she whispered. "I could fuck it and suck it all day and night.rt
She dipped her head and closed her mouth about his cock, sucking it for a moment or so. Bobby moaned and kept pulling at her nipples.
"Want to stick it up Mother's ass?" Sandra asked. "Want to fuck my hot ass, baby?"
"Yeah, Mother!"
Sandra giggled lewdly, kissing his piss hole. "When your cock is this hard, you'd fuck anything, I believe."
"Just your cunt, Mother," he laughed as she sat on the couch at his side. "Just your cunt, your cock-sucking mouth, and your tight asshole."
"Take your pick," she giggled, drawing her knees to her tits and shoving her ass over the edge of the couch.
"You said ass, Mother," Bobby reminded her. "And that's where I'm gonna fuck you . . . right up your hot asshole."
"Ooooo, promises, promises!" she gurgled, twisting her ass.
Bobby gazed down, seeing his mother's crotch vulnerable. The hair of her cunt parted to expose the pink wetness of her cunt. He could see her ass with the pantyhose cut away from the ass cheeks. Her thighs excited him, encased in the flesh-colored pantyhose. He pushed his shorts beneath his balls, and now had his cock and balls showing. Sandra looked between her knees, her eyes glassy with anticipation. The crinkle of her asshole puckered inward with eagerness.
"Rub it a minute," she urged. ((Just rub the head of your cock about my asshole for a minute, baby. Let me feel that smooth heat against my asshole for a minute."
Bobby pushed the head of his cock to his mother's ass. He rubbed the dripping piss hole along one ass cheek, then the other, leaving a wet trail of slippery liquid on her flesh. When he touched the cock head against her asshole lightly, Sandra squealed in pleasure.
"Ohhhh, it feels wonderful there, Bobby!"
She arched her ass while her son held his cock still. Bobby gazed at the way his mother rubbed her asshole about the head of his cock. The hip movements his mother made excited him. When she stopped rubbing, he held the prick head against her asshole and watched it wink. He slowly began to press inward.
Slipping her arms about her legs and her hands down the backs of them, Sandra parted the lips of her cunt widely, then smashed them together. She did this time and again as her son pressed with agonizing slowness into her asshole. Each time she pulled at the hairy lips of her cunt, her clit would bulge up tightly.
"Your ass is so fucking hot, Mother," Bobby moaned. "I bet your asshole can blister my fucking cock!"
"Oh, you know it, darling!" she said. "And not only my asshole, but my cunt and mouth can burn that sweet prick up, too."
"Yeah, I know." He grinned at her, the head of his cock slipping past the tight ring of her asshole. He held himself there, not pushing any deeper.
"Ohhhh, you stretch my asshole so good, baby!" Sandra gurgled, flexing the ass ring on his cock. "I love to feel your cock when it first goes in my asshole! It makes me think I'm going to shit and piss and . . . I'm ready for more, Bobby!"
Placing his hands behind his mother's knees, pressing them along the sides of her head, Bobby fucked his cock deeper, watching it disappear. The tight heat was overwhelming, as always. Sandra's eyes rolled dreamily as she felt her asshole stretching, the hard throb of her son's cock penetrating slowly and deeply. She clutched the cheeks of her ass, pulling them as wide as she could, wanting her son to fuck his cock as deep as he possibly could in her ass.
"Ahhh, that's wonderful!" she cooed when his cock was deep. "Ohhhhh, that's fantastic, Bobby!"
She squeezed her asshole about his cock, bringing groans of pleasure from her son. She giggled and squeezed harder.
"I bet my asshole could bite your cock off," she said.
"Probably, Mother," he agreed.
"Can you feel Mother's asshole sucking your cock?"
"Can I! Ohhh, yes, I can, Mother!"
' 'I wonder if my asshole could suck your cock off," she said. "I mean, without you fucking it. Just be still and let my asshole do all the work."
"I sure wouldn't doubt it," he grunted.
"We can try later," she said, twisting her ass. "I want you to fuck my ass hard and fast now, baby! Come on, fuck that tight, hot asshole! Fuck it and make me piss all over the fucking place!"
Bobby rammed his fucker in and out brutally. Sandra gasped, feeling the ring of her asshole being pushed and pulled. The sensations excited her enough to make her squeal. She pulled at the rounded cheeks of her ass until she held them as wide as possible, her son's cock feeling as if it was thrusting into her stomach. She loved the way his balls slapped against the base of her spine, his lower stomach making wet sounds when it slapped her cunt.
While Bobby fucked his cock in and out, Sandra twisted her ass, jerking it up and down. She gurgled and cooed and whimpered with ecstasy. The hole of her ass burned and tingled, causing her clit to strain with hardness.
"Look at that, baby!" she groaned. "See what you do to that little thing? It gets so fucking hard. Rub it for me, Bobby! Pull and twist on my clit while you fuck me in the asshole!"
Bobby grasped his mother's clit with a thumb and forefinger, pulling hard on it. Sandra squealed with sharp pleasure, wiggling her ass up and down while his cock fucked in and out of her asshole.
"Harder!" she urged,
Bobby pinched and pulled her clit very hard.
"Ohhhh, God, yes!" Sandra moaned.
Bobby twisted his mother's clit. At any other time, it might have hurt her. But when Sandra was so intensely aroused, she never felt pain, only ecstasy. When she was this hot for her son's cock, he could almost pull her clit off and she would shriek with rapture. The way he pulled and stretched her clit, with his cock fucking in and out of her searing asshole, caused Sandra to sob, tears of ecstasy streaming out of her eyes. She tried to open her ass farther, but she was pulling the ass cheeks as far as she could already. The desire to feel his cock very deep was overpowering, her hissing gasps evidence of her wanton hungers.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed. "Ohhhh, Bobby, fuck that hot asshole! Pull my fucking cunt off! Fuck my ass and pull my clit! Ooooo, it's so wonderful!"
She wiggled and tossed her ass about, her knees along her head, her ass lifted high. While her son kept pulling her clit, she slipped her fingers up and pulled at the swollen lips of her cunt, widening it with lewd, exhibitionistic abandon.
"You love it, Bobby?" she asked in a thick sound. "Do you love that hairy cunt of Mother's? Do you love to fuck Mother up that hot asshole? Do you love to watch what I do with my pussy, my ass, my mouth?"
All Bobby could do was grunt. His mother's asshole was doing things ot him that it had not done before. It was squeezing and sucking and driving him wild with desire. The way his mother pulled at the lips of her juicy cunt lewdly enhanced the sensations running through his young body. Bobby slid his hands down her thighs, along the nylons and under her ass. Lift-
ing her ass higher, he plunged his cock as hard and deep as he could, grunting with the effort. Sandra gasped in ecstasy, twisting in a frenzy now, grinding her ass for her son. She wrapped her arms behind her knees and pulled, bending herself almost double. She could see her cunt, see the juiciness of it, her clit throbbing.
"Ohhhh, ram it hard, Bobby! Ram it deep! Fuck that tight asshole, baby! Give Mother that sweet, hard cock! Fuck it, fuck it! Make that hard cock come out my cock-sucking mouth!"
Bobby's balls writhed and became tight. The exquisite sensations burned in them. He fucked his cock deep and held it there, feeling his mother's asshole suck and grip the base.
"Mother, I'm about to come!"
"Oh, God, yes!" Sandra hissed hotly. "Shoot it to me, Bobby! Ohhhh, yes, yes! Come, baby! Come up my ass!"
It felt to Bobby as if his mother's asshole became tighter and hotter on his cock. One second he was trying to hang onto the beautiful feeling, and the next the creamy come juice was spewing out of his prick like a garden hose.
Sandra sobbed with rapture as she felt her son's cock squirting jism along the walls of her ass guts. Each burst sent a shiver of sensation through her body. Her cunt became tight, her clit feeling as if it would burst like a ripe grape.
Her face screwed up, her eyes closing and lips parting. She pressed her ass up tightly against her son's gushing cock.
"Watch my cunt!" she shrieked. "Watch Mother's cunt! I'm going to come, baby!"
Bobby tried to look at her hairy pussy, but his eyes were glazed with the intensity of his climax. He did see, though, the quivering of the hairy pussy lips, felt the increased squeezes on his cock. While he emptied his balls into his mother's receptive asshole, he watched her cunt through his filmed eyes, watching her come, amazed and awed by it--as he had been since the first.
Sandra wasn't screaming this time. She was gasping as if she didn't believe the ecstasy. Her ass wasn't moving anymore, but pressing onto her son's cock. Her body seemed frozen as she came. Bobby, too, wasn't moving, but keeping his cock as far into his mother's asshole as possible, sending thick, scalding come juice into her ass guts. Sandra felt each throbbing gush of her son's jism, despite the force of her own orgasm. It was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world to her, having a cock come off inside her ass.
"Ohhhh, my God! Ohhhh, God!" Sandra began to sob as her orgasm slowed and faded. "Ohhh, Bobby! Ohhhh, baby! I can't believe it can be so fucking good! I can't believe I came so fucking hard! I can't believe you filled my asshole so fucking full!"
Bobby giggled as his cock relaxed inside his mother's ass. When she talked that way with him, it made him feel good, grown-up.
With her knees still pressed alongside her face, Sandra pulled her son down. She guided his mouth to her tits, urging him to suck. When Bobby began pulling at her nipples, going from one tit to the other, she caressed back with tender hands, feeling the slight shaking of his ass. His cock had deflated inside her asshole, but she didn't mind. She flexed her ass ring, squeezing his cock, making her son moan in delight.
"You like that, Bobby?" she whispered against the top of his head. "Do you like it when I squeeze your cock with my asshole?"
"Mmmm, I sure do, Mother," he replied, circling her rubbery nipples with a wet tongue.
Sandra contracted her asshole time and again on his cock as he sucked at her tits. She closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure. Her pussy pressed at his lower stomach.
With a soft giggle, she spurted piss.
"Mmmmm, Mother!" Bobby gurgled as he felt it.
Hot piss squirted again, running down his body.
"I'm pissing/' she whispered against his head. "Mother is pissing, Bobby. Can you feel it?"
"Oh, yeah, Mother!"
Sandra sent squirt after squirt of piss out of her cunt, playing with her son. She felt piss running over her ass, about her asshole where his cock was buried. The wetness and heat of it made her shake with pleasure. Bobby lifted from her tits, looking down at her cunt. He straightened up so he could see better.
"Want to watch, huh?" Sandra giggled.
"Yeah," Bobby replied.
He leaned back a ways, but made sure his cock remained inside her asshole. He pulled the lips of her pussy wide apart, and Sandra squirted golden piss. The stream traveled only an inch or two before it spattered upon his lower stomach, running down his flesh hotly. Sandra twisted her ass, mewling as she pissed.
"How does that feel, Bobby?"
"Great, Mother."
"Can you feel my piss dripping on your balls?"
"I sure can!"
The stream grew with strength, and Sandra kept writhing her ass while she pissed. Bobby held her cunt wide open, fascinated to see the hot piss gushing from her cunt. He loved the feel of it on his skin, loved to have it splash upon his body. He felt his mother's piss running down his legs, too. His balls were soaked by now.
"Want to take a piss with me?" Sandra whispered. "I'd love to have you piss with me, baby."
"Up your asshole, Mother?"
"On my cunt."
Bobby slipped his cock out of his mother's asshole. Sandra had cut the stream of piss off, waiting for him to get ready. She again wrapped her arms behind her knees and arched her ass high. Bobby stood with his cock over her pussy, aiming it at the hairy cunt lips.
"Now?" Bobby asked.
"Oh, God, yes!"
Bobby sent a golden stream of hot piss against his mother's cunt. Sandra let out a squeal of pleasure as she felt it. Her eyes glazed over with delight, her cunt drenched in hot piss. The curly hair of her cunt was quickly matted to her flesh. The stinging of her son's piss against her pussy lips and clit made her shake. She shoved her hands down the back of her thighs quickly, yanking at the lips of her cunt, opening her fuck-hole.
"Piss in it! Piss in it!" she urged. "Piss in my cunt! Bobby, piss in Mother's fucking cunt!"
Bobby spewed piss into his mother's pussy as she held it wide open for him. Her glistening pussy was beautiful to him. He lowered his cock until the cock head touched his mother's opened cunt, trying to jam it into her pussy. All the time, he was still pissing.
"Ohhhh, I love to be pissed on!" Sandra cried out. "I love to feel your hot piss on my cunt!"
The stream was starting to -weaken now. Bobby's shorts, still on his thighs, were wet with his mother's piss. After he spurted the last of his piss onto her cunt, he started to step back.
"No, shake it," Sandra said. "Shake your cock and let me have the last sweet drop."
Bobby shook his cock, a few drops landing on his mother's clit.
"Ohhhh, that could make me come," Sandra mewled as she lowered her ass.
"Anything can make you come," Bobby giggled, stepping out of his wet shorts.
He started to toss them to the floor, but Sandra caught them, Bobby watched her wash her face with his wet underwear.
"It's good for my complexion," Sandra laughed.
Chapter Nine
Sandra considered the past few days.
She wasn't at all surprised at her quick acceptance of what she and her young son were doing. Anytime she was around a male for any length of time, she would soon have his cock in her, someplace. What surprised her, delightfully so, was the overwhelming accep-. tance her son showed.
He had been peeking at her for some time, she found out. He had told her of seeing her playing with her cunt, and Sandra couldn't remember when that could have happened. Not that she didn't play with her pussy, just that she didn't know when her son had first peeked. She found out he had seen her in the shower a number of times, and when Sandra thought about it, she realized she had been careless about closing doors. Perhaps she had been subconsciously wanting her son to peek at her. But then she decided that was bullshit. If she wanted someone to peek at her, she let them, and gave them a good a show in the bargain.
She had often wondered why she was so sexual, so sensual. She didn't wonder very hard or very much, though. She enjoyed fucking too much to wonder why. She thought a person could question too much sometimes, and she felt it best to simply enjoy the pleasures.
She loved to fuck her son. Not only did she love his cock, but it was exciting to fuck him for the simple fact it was her son. She wasn't the only mother fucking her son, she knew. She wasn't the first and she wouldn't be last. She was happy that Bobby found his pleasure in her, and not with some young cunt who didn't know how to wiggle her little ass. She was glad to show her son the various ways they could enjoy each other.
Sandra wondered if a man felt the same when he had a sweet little virgin to teach how to enjoy fucking. Some men, she knew, would take an innocent girl and fuck the piss out of her, teach her how to suck cock, then, when the girl became expert and eager, would walk out on her. Why a man would do that was beyond Sandra's comprehension. She was teaching her son, but she could never walk away from him for another man, or to find a young boy to teach. The more her son learned, the more she enjoyed him;
She leaned back in the tub, swirling the bursting bubbles about her tits. The water was scented, filling the bathroom with a fragrance she enjoyed. She could hear her son puttering around in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich. She smiled to herself as she visualized him there, wearing those tight Jockey shorts she enjoyed seeing him in. She thought Bobby was much more erotic looking in his shorts than naked. She loved to gaze at the bulge his cock and balls made, the way those shorts stretched over his young and tight ass. Bobby was almost hairless. All he had was that beginning tuft at the base of his cock.
She slipped her hand under the surface of the water and fondled her cunt. Her pussy was always so hot and ready.
"Playing with your cunt again, Mother?"
She smiled up at her son as he came in, carrying a sandwich and glass of milk. He sat on the toilet, eating and watching her.
"It's my cunt, isn't it? Surely I can play with it if I want."
"I kinda thought it belonged to me," Bobby said, chewing.
"Oh, it belongs to you, all right," she grinned. "This is your cunt anytime you want it, Bobby."
Bobby turned with his knees toward the tub, leaning back. Sandra gazed at his crotch. With one hand, she shoved his knees open. There was something appealing about the way his shorts stretched just beneath his young balls. She knew her son enjoyed looking at her in panties, seeing the crotch stretched over her cunt. She could understand his pleasure now.
"Would you let me have a bite?" she asked in a low voice, sliding her fingers along the lips of her cunt.
Bobby offered his sandwich to his mother.
"I mean of that," she said, her eyes indicating his cock-bulge.
With a grin, Bobby placed his feet into the tub and sat on the rim, spreading his knees wide.
"Mmmmmmmmm, that's beautiful," she murmured, running her moist lips along the inside of his thigh. The tip of her tongue darted out, and she licked at his flesh. She swirled her tongue about the inside of his thigh, working her face toward his crotch. Her tongue swirled wetly, and then she lapped along the bulge of his balls. "God, baby! You always taste so fucking good! Mrnmmmm, you smell good, too."
She pressed her face against his cock and balls. She lifted the drain in the bottom of the tub with her toe, and the water began to gurgle out. She rested her head on her son's thigh, her face turned into his crotch. She kissed and nuzzled at him, inhaling the faint sweaty, pissy scent. It made her cunt pulsate. Some women wanted a boy to be squeaky clean when they sucked him, but not Sandra. She preferred a slight scent of sweat and piss. When she sucked her son off, she preferred to do it before he showered, not after. She would suck his cock anytime he shoved it into her face, but she preferred it before he washed it. And Bobby knew this now.
While his mother nuzzled into his crotch, kissing and licking at the stretched briefs, Bobby finished his sandwich, drained his milk, and set the glass down on the water tank. The water had drained from the tub now, and he watched his mother rubbing her fingers about her cunt as she pushed her face between his thighs.
"Want me to pull my shorts aside, Mother?"
"Not yet," she said, her lips pressing at his balls. "I want to smell and lick them."
She lifted one leg, bending it at the knee and holding it wide so her son could watch her rub her clit and slip a finger into her cunt. She swirled her tongue along his hot flesh, then against his shorts. Her pussy was throbbing.
She soon had his shorts wet from her mouth. She closed her lips about his balls, sucking them into her mouth, shorts and all. She felt his cock swell along her upper lip and nose. She pulled at his balls with her lips a moment or so, then ran the flat surface of her tongue along the outline of his cock to the cock head. Bobby was seeping, and she tasted his juices through his shorts. Her tongue swirled there as she lifted her hips, poking two of her fingers into her cunt, then fucking herself with swift stabbing motions.
"Your cunt sounds wet, Mother," Bobby said, his voice lowering as his cock throbbed against his mother's mouth.
"Mmmmm, it is," she murmured. "My cunt is very wet."
"Wanna fuck?"
"No, I want to suck!"
She then pulled his briefs to one side, his cock and balls spilling out. His cock jerked up straight and hard, his balls so full they looked tight.
"Ohhhh, it's always so beautiful when you're hard," she whispered. "But it's beautiful when you're soft, too."
"You just love cock, Mother," Bobby replied, watching her tongue lick up and down the base.
"Your cock, that's for sure," she mewled, circling the smoothly swollen cock head with her tongue, then kissing his piss hole.
She parted her legs as wide as she could inside the empty bathtub, rubbing her palm up and down her cunt with stronger pressure. She arched her hips up, squealing when she felt her clit throb into her palm. She slipped her moist lips up and down her son's cock, then about his balls. She loved to feel his cock and balls in her face. There were times when she would rather feel them in her face than have his cock in her cunt or up her asshole.
"Suck it in your mouth, Mother," Bobby urged in a husky voice.
"Mmmmmm, you bet," she moaned, and slipped her lips over the head of his cock.
She held his prick in her mouth, her tongue licking, tasting the dripping juices bubbling from his piss hole. She moaned softly, her eyes half closed with ecstasy.
Bobby lifted one leg and draped it over his mother's chest, feeling her tit burn at his thigh. He watched her churning her ass about in circles as she fucked her fingers into her cunt. He looked down at her as he fucked his cock deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck your cunt, Mother!" he said with excitement. "Fuck the piss out of your hairy cunt! Suck my cock and fuck yourself!"
Sandra's eyes flashed up at him, twinkling hotly as she bobbed her mouth up and down. She rested her cheek on his thigh, her free hand playing with his balls. She rubbed them at her chin when she pressed her lips into the base of his cock, purring softly. The throb of his cock against her lips delighted her. She pressed her tongue against his cock, forcing the hardness at the roof of her mouth, making a tight, wet, hot sheath for him. Bobby knew what she wanted then, and began to hunch his hips, fucking his mother in the mouth. Sandra gurgled in delight, shoving four fingers into her cunt now, finger-fucking herself with pleasure. She worked her hand from her son's balls and probed into the crack of his ass with a finger. Bobby grunted and scooted a bit farther on the rim of the tub.
Sandra's eyes sparkled lewdly up at him as she rubbed the tightness of his asshole, feeling his cock lurch inside her mouth.
"Ohhhh, shit, Mother!"
Sandra's eyes gleamed as she pressed her fingertip into his asshole.
"Ooooo, Mother!"
Sandra's throat worked on the head of his cock as she fucked her finger deeper into his shole, still finger-fucking her cunt with all four igers, her hips twisting on the bottom of the tub. Bobby made swallowing sounds as he stared at her face, seeing her moist lips stretching about his cock. He was amazed his mother could suck it so deeply without choking. He fucked his cock back and forth, using her mouth as if it were her cunt. Sandra moaned in rapture and fucked her finger in and out of his asshole. She enjoyed the tight heat of it, with his cock in her mouth at the same time.
As Bobby pushed his cock forward, Sandra shoved her lips down on it.
"Suck hard, Mother!" Bobby groaned. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna fuck you in your hot mouth, Mother! I'm gonna fuck your mouth and come in it!"
Bobby placed a hand on the back of his mother's head, fucking into her mouth faster. Sandra kept stabbing him in his tight asshole and fucking her cunt. Her eyes rolled about, becoming glazed one moment and bright with passion the next.
"I'm getting ready, Mother!"
"Mmmmmm!"
Bobby fucked faster, plunging his prick into his mother's mouth with quick short strokes. He felt her finger going deeply into his asshole, and his balls started twitching. Sandra was sucking wetly as he fucked her mouth, her tongue twisting and swirling. When the smooth coci head brushed the back of her throat, she would moan in delight.
"Almost, Mother!"
Bobby's body was shaking as he grunted. Sandra could feel his asshole clutching her finger, gripping it, relaxing. She arched her hips up and fucked her fingers into her cunt swiftly, making liquid sounds.
"Now!" Bobby shouted.
Thick creamy come juice splashed at the back of Sandra's throat. She gurgled with the taste, swallowing fast. The hot cock cream spattered her throat time and again, burning it sweetly. Each gush of come juice that struck her throat caused a responding spasms of her cunt. The contractions of her pussy in orgasm about her fingers seemed to be timed perfectly to her son's exploding spurts. She squealed about her son's cock as she smashed her cunt into her fingers. She felt his asshole clenching tightly about her deeply embedded finger.
"Ohhhh, Mother!" Bobby howled. "I'm coming so hard! Suck it... swallow my jizz! Ghhhh, Mother, it's so fucking good!"
Sandra sucked as hard as she could, draining his young balls with a greed that would never change. There was something about her son's come juice that made her want more and more. It didn't taste any different than any cock she had sucked off, perhaps a bit sweeter/Maybe it was because the jism came out of her son's balls and cock that made it more desirable than others. Whatever the reason, Sandra knew she would always want her son's cock cream.
She gulped greedily as he slowly finished coming. As his spasms receded, so did her own orgasm. She lowered her naked ass to the bottom of the tub. And when Bobby pulled his cock from her mouth, she lifted her pussy-wet fingers and sucked them, leaning her head on the rim of the tub and looking at her son with smoldering eyes.
"Piss on me, baby," she whispered.
Bobby giggled, spreading his legs very wide. He was still sitting on the rim of the tub, his feet inside.
"Piss all over me," she murmured hotly. She cupped her tits, squeezing them together until her nipples touched, spreading her legs apart. "Piss anywhere ... my tits, my cunt, my face."
The stream of piss gushed out of Bobby's cock, splashing on his mother's stomach. He twisted his hips and sent the golden stream across her tits, making her nipples tingle.
"Ohhhh, nice, baby, nice!" Sandra mewled. "Piss on my cunt, too! Piss from my cunt to my fucking face!"
Bobby pissed at his mother nt, working stream up her body, soi; .or ]tomach Mid then her tits. Sandra moaned with delight as his piss climbed past her tits and over her neck. She dipped her chin down, and Bobby sent a hot spray of golden piss into his mother's face.
"Oooo, nice, darling!" she moaned softly, feeling Bobby's piss spurting across her lips. "Very nice."
Bobby slipped his hand to his cock, working it from side to side, pissing up and down his mother's naked body. Sandra writhed in the bottom of the tub, her cunt throbbing with the perverse sensations.
"Wait!" she said suddenly.
Bobby stopped pissing, watching his mother sit up.
"In my mouth, baby," she whispered huskily. "I want you to piss in my mouth."
Sandra shoved her face to his crotch, taking his cock between her lips. She held the prick head with her lips just behind his piss hole. Her eyes flashed up to him that she was ready. Bobby didn't hesitate. He pissed into his mother's mouth.
Sandra moaned softly as the hot piss splashed into her throat, and she began to swallow thirstily, her eyes glowing. Her tongue played about his piss hole, tasting the hot piss. She began rubbing at her hairy cunt once more, her hips writhing. While Bobby pissed into her mouth, he reached down and began to squeeze her tits. Sandra gave a muffled, wet sob of pleasure, her throat working, but piss ran from her lips anyway. She swallowed as fast as she could, but he was pissing too strongly. She smashed her palm into her cunt hard, and groaned as she came. Sliding her lips past the head of his cock, she pulled it deeper. Bobby kept pissing, and Sandra kept coming.
He was almost finished when Sandra slipped her lips from his cock.
"Piss right in my cock-sucking face!" she shouted, arching her hips up and grinding her cunt brutally at her hand. "Piss in my fucking face now!"
Bobby spewed his golden-colored piss into his mother's face, from her forehead to her chin. Sandra closed her eyes, but kept her lips parted to allow his piss to seep past them into her mouth. Her cunt was going through very tight contractions of orgasm, one after the other.
When his piss stopped, Bobby started to shake his prick.
Sandra quickly pressed her lips to his piss hole and sucked, pulling the last few drops into her mouth.
"See, you don't have to shake it off," she said brightly. 'Til just suck that last drop of piss from it." Then she leaned back on the rim of the tub again, laughing with happiness.
"Turn the shower on and climb in."
Bobby adjusted the spray, and lay down on his mother, wrapping his arms about her naked, piss-wet body. He ran his tongue into her mouth, and Sandra sucked, writhing her nakedness against him, her hands pulling and squeezing the cheeks of his ass. The shower rained upon their overheated bodies as Bobby's cock grew hard again. Sandra parted her legs and Bobby moved a hand down between them, fitting his cock into his mother's cunt, then fucking in swiftly.
"Ohhhh, fuck it hard, Bobby!" she squealed.
Bobby thrust his cock hard, and Sandra shot her crotch up to take it deep.
"Fuck me and fill me with come juice!" she cried out, clutching at his bouncing ass. "Fill Mother's cunt with sweet come juice!"
Chapter Ten
Bobby sat between his mother's thighs.
Sandra was lying across the dining room table, her ass at the edge, long legs spread with her feet propped on two chairs. Bobby had brought another chair to the table and sat on it.
Sandra was wearing nylons and a garter belts nothing else.
"That feels wonderful, honey," she cooed softly as Bobby ran his hands up and down her inner thighs, caressing the flesh where she was most sensitive. "Touch me all over . . . touch everything."
Bobby gazed at his mother's cunt. The pussy lips were swollen and moist, the soft hair framing it beautifully. He watched her rigid clit pulsate gently as he touched her legs above the nylons. His cock was very hard, sticking up from his lap. Moving his face closer, Bobby kissed at the sweet flesh of his mother's thigh just above her nylons. Sucking at it gently, he moved a hand to the cheek of her ass. Sandra lifted her hips and Bobby closed his fingers into the hot, smooth ass flesh. His tongue licked with feathery lightness at her inner thigh, making the skin moist.
Sandra gurgled with delight, writhing her hips.
"Kiss my cunt," she breathed. "Baby, kiss Mother's cunt. Damn, you make me so fucking hot doing this!"
Bobby licked his way up his mother's thigh, then rubbed his mouth into her cunt, his lips parted. He tasted the sweet juices of his mother's pussy, and flicked his tongue about her clit. Sandra purred and smashed her cunt into his face. She pulled her pussy wide apart for him.
"Stick your tongue inside," she whispered. "Fuck Mother with your tongue for a minute."
Bobby opened his mouth and pressed his lips upon his mother's bubbling cunt. He fluttered his tongue along the inner folds of her pussy, then darted it deeply. Sandra gasped with pleasure, grinding her cunt into her son's face. Bobby cupped his mother's rounded ass, his face buried into her steaming cunt, his nose pressed into the soft pussy hair, his eyes looking up her body at her peaked tits. He fucked his tongue in and out as deep as he could, licking at the satiny cunt walls. The juices flowed into his mouth and he swallowed them eagerly, the taste making his balls tight.
He licked up and down his mother's cunt, from the bottom of it to her clit. Sandra sobbed in ecstasy, writhing her pussy into his face. She squeezed at her tits, pulling on her rigid nipples in a brutal way. The muscles of her stomach rippled as she banged her cunt into his face, meeting his tongue. Bobby enjoyed the way his mother's cunt seemed to squeeze at his tongue, the way her clit throbbed on it. When he sucked hard at her clit, Sandra squealed.
"Ohhh, you sweet cunt-licker!"
Bobby lifted his mother's ass, and Sandra drew her knees back to her tits. He peered at her open crotch, his eyes taking in the hot beauty of his mother's cunt and ass. Her asshole puckered inward, her cunt throbbing. Juices seeped out of her cunt and ran along her asscrack, gleaming in the overhead light.
He flicked his tongue against his mother's asshole.
"Ohhhh, yes, Bobby!" Sandra cried out.
Bobby probed his mother's asshole, licking about the tightness of it, swirling and darting. He took a side trip now and then to her cunt, but returned to her asshole time and again. Exerting pressure, he poked his tongue into his mother's asshole, bring a groan of delight from Sandra.
"Fuck that hot ass, baby!" she whimpered. "Ohhh, Bobby, tongue-fuck Mother in the asshole! God, that's so fucking good!"
Bobby fucked his tongue in and out, feeling the hot tightness of her ass ring grip at his tongue.
"Eat my asshole!" Sandra sobbed now. "Eat Mother's asshole! Ohhh, Bobby, suck my ass! Tongue-fuck me up the ass ... suck it... eat it!"
She wiggled her ass frantically, and Bobby's face was in her ass as much as in her cunt. He didn't care where his face was, what his tongue licked and darted into. It all tasted good to him. He slurped happily at his mother's crotch, sucking at cunt juice, tasting her asshole, and finally slipped one hand to his cock, unable to stop squeezing it.
Sandra knew what her son was doing.
"Don't do that, Bobby!" she groaned. "I want your cock in me!"
Bobby pulled his wet face from his mother's cunt.' 'I thought you wanted me to eat your cunt and asshole, Mother."
"God, I do!" she hissed, lifting her head and looking at him between her legs. "But when that cock is so hard, I have to have it! Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mother anyplace you want to fuck her!"
"In your ass, Mother?"
"Yes! Anyplace! Just fuck me!"
Bobby lifted from the chair, his cock swollen, the cockhead ready to burst. He rubbed his dripping piss hole up and down his mother's thighs, probing lightly at her asshole, watching it draw inward and hearing his mother's intake of excited breath. He rubbed at her asshole, then drew his cock up and down the scalding slit of her cunt, smashing it onto her hard clit. Sandra cried out with bubbling rapture, swinging her uplifted ass about with eagerness to get her son's cock into her cunt or asshole--she didn't care which. She just wanted that hard, throbbing cock inside her body.
Bobby pressed the head of his cock into his mother's cunt, watching those fiery cuntlips tighten around it. Sandra lifted her ass, making his cock sink into her pussy. She let out a pleased sigh wiggling her ass. Bobby fucked more forcefully into her cunt, pulling upward on her hips knowing his mother loved to have her cunt fucked just this way.
"Ahhh, so fucking hard!" Sandra cooed, her eyes sparkling up into her son's face. "I love your hard cock, Bobby! I love to feel it inside me, fucking me!" She moved a hand beneath her ass and pressed his balls against the crinkle of her asshole. "Oh, I wish I could get your sweet balls inside my asshole, and keep your cock up my cunt!"
Bobby pumped, watching his cock fuck in and out of his mother's cunt. Sandra gasped time and again with the stretching feeling of her pussy, moving her ass up and down, matching her son's rhythm. His cock slipped free and scooted across her clit.
"Ohhh, God!" she gasped.
Bobby pushed at his slippery cock, and it moved downward again, and Sandra was lifting her ass for it. His cock moved past the slit of his mother's cunt and pressed at her asshole, bringing a squeal of anticipation from her.
"Ram it!" Sandra urged hoarsely. "Ram that cock up my fucking asshole!"
Bobby thrust quickly.
"Ohhh, God, yes!"
The wet heat of her asshole closed about his cock, and Bobby was gasping now with rapture. He loved to fuck his mother's tight pussy, but there was an overwhelming appeal to feeling his cock inside her fiery asshole. There was something very exciting about fucking his mother in the ass while she lay on her back, enabling him to gaze into her cunt at the same time.
He stood still, watching his mother fuck his cock with her asshole by lifting and lowering her hips. Each time she lowered her hips, her asshole sucked at his cock, her cunt drawing inward, and she would squeal softly. Bobby loved to see his cock fucking into his mother's asshole, loved the tight feel, the boiling heat. Her cunt was seeping juices that streamed down over the base of his prick and to his balls.
Sandra was very, very juicy, mostly when she was taking her son's cock up her asshole, or sucking him. She wasn't as juicy when he fucked her cunt, but still plenty slippery. She felt this was because fucking with her asshole and mouth had been forbidden when she was young. Anything forbidden held more excitement for her. Like pissing with her son. It was perverse, and therefore she couldn't get enough of it. "Please, Bobby!" she groaned. "Fuck me hard! Don't fuck slow, baby. I love it best when you're trying to rip my asshole open. Fuck me hard as you can. Please, please, ream that asshole good! Tear my asshole up with your hard, hard cock!"
Bobby speeded up. Each time his mother's asshole gripped his cock, he could do nothing else. He gazed with hot eyes, watching his cock stretch his mother's light-brown asshole, her cunt dripping with all that sweet wetness. Her face was contorted, but with intense rapture, not pain. Sandra could take her son's cock easily into her ass.
While her son fucked his cock in and out of her asshole, Sandra was fantasizing about watching that young boy jerk off in the restroom, about seeing the other boy piss. The images floated into her mind with such clarity, she was humping her ass up and down faster and faster on her son's cock. The idea of being with those two boys, being fucked in the ass by her son, excited her. She would suck them and fuck them and let them piss all over her. She would thoroughly enjoy being fucked in the ass while two boys stood over her, sending those golden streams of hot piss all over her body, her tits, her face ...
"Mother, your ass is so fucking tight!" Bobby moaned, breaking into her thoughts.
"You love it tight, Bobby!" she replied. "You love to fuck that tight asshole, don't you?"
"Yeah!"
"Pound it, baby, pound it!" Sandra wailed. "Pound the shit out of Mother's tight, hot asshole! Oooo, darling, fuck me and fuck me and make me piss all over my fucking self! Make me piss, Bobby!"
Bobby plunged his prick deep and hard into his mother's asshole, gazing at her hairy cunt with glazed eyes. If she started to piss, he didn't mind in the least. On the contrary, he loved to watch the hot piss flow from her cunt, whether he was fucking her or not. And Sandra . . .it thrilled her no end to have her son watch her piss, watch him play in it.
His balls swung about, bouncing against his v mother's spine.
j Sandra sobbed loudly with ecstasy, twisting and grinding her ass onto his cock. She shot her hands down to her cunt and began to agitate her inflamed clit wildly. She became so wild, she started slapping her cunt. She beat against it with her fingers, making wet sounds. Bobby stared, wondering why it didn't hurt her. He didn't wonder for long because he could feel his come-load boiling inside his balls, gathering forces and ready to gush.
Sandra pulled hard at her cunt, stretching her distended clit high and out. Her clit throbbed visibly and, using her other hand, Sandra began slapping at it again.
She revolved her hips with abandon, seeing again the two boys in the restroom, only now they were together, one jerking off and the other pissing. The images were so real, she could smell the boys. She flung her ass up.
"Beat the shit out of my fucking asshole, Bobby! Ohhh, baby, fuck Mother in the ass! Drive me out of my cock-sucking mind with pleasure!"
Bobby was trying.
He was fucking into his mother's asshole with short, powerful lunges, excited by the tight sliding along the shaft of his cock.
"I don't know if I can wait," she sobbed. "It feels so fucking good, darling. I have to piss!"
"No, Mother!"
"Then hurry!" she cried. "If you don't hurry I won't be able to stop it! Til start pissing all over you anyway!"
"Just hold it a little longer, Mother," he grunted, fucking his cock in and out of her asshole fast and hard. His balls became tight, and Sandra shoved her hand down, clasping and squeezing.
"Ohhh, so fucking full!" she squealed. "Your balls feel so fucking loaded, Bobby! Oooo, baby, give it to me! I want that sweet, hot load up my ass!"
"Okay!" Bobby shouted. "Okay! You're gonna get it up the ass, Mother! I'm gonna come so fucking hard in your fucking asshole, you're gonna choke on the juices!"
"Do it!" she cried mindlessly. "Do it, Bobby! Make me choke on your come juice! Spurt it up my fucking asshole and make me choke on it!"
The friction of his cock made the tight ring of her asshole burn. The sensations building inside her body were unbelievable. She was going to come hard, very hard. She squeezed at his balls with one hand, brutally agitating her clit with the other, holding her ass high for him.
"I'm so close!" she screamed. "Ohhhh, my cunt . . . my asshole! Bobby, I'm so close! Make me come, baby! Make my cunt come and make my asshole come and . . . ohhhhh, yes!"
The convulsion rippled through her, making her asshole grab tighter than ever around her son's cock. Bobby found he couldn't pull back or push in. His cock was caught tightly.
The spasms of his mother's asshole finished him off.
With a loud grunt, he unleashed a boiling torrent of cock cream, squirting it powerfully and deeply into his mother's ass. Sandra screamed time and again as her cunt contracted, the whole expanse of her crotch burning deliciously. She was coming so hard, piss began to spurt in short streams from her cunt. She couldn't stop it. For a moment Bobby thought the added wetness was pussy juice, and then he realized his mother couldn't stop pissing.
"Wait!" he shouted. "Don't piss yet, Mother!"
"I'm trying to stop it!" she wailed. "I can't!"
The last of his come-load flooded her asshole, and since the grasping tightness was weaker, Bobby managed to pull his cock from her ass.
He stepped back and leaned down, running his tongue across his mother's clit. He tasted the sweet juices of her cunt, and her piss.
Still excited, he drew the chair up and sat down, pushing his face into his mother's hairy crotch. Holding his face an inch or so from her cunt, he said: "Piss, Mother!"
Sandra managed to lift her head and look down at her son between her thighs. The hot gush of golden piss spewed out of her cunt, splashing into her son's face.
"Is that what you wanted me to wait for?"
Bobby nodded his head, his young eyes glittering as his mother pissed across his lips and chin. He rubbed his hands over his neck and chest, washing himself in her piss. The stream was hot in his face, and he parted his lips to lick his tongue at it.
"Ooooo, baby!" she gurgled. "Take it in your fucking face! I'm going to piss in your cunt-sucking face, darling!"
Bobby moaned and turned his face from side to side, his mother's hot piss splashing about. He was soaked in her piss from his lips down, and he felt it dripping over his stomach to his cock and balls. He drew in a deep breath, lapping the tip of his tongue into the stream, tasting his mother's piss with delight.
"You like it?" Sandra asked, her voice low. "You like it when I piss in your face?"
"Mmmmmm," Bobby said, nodding.
"I love to piss in your fucking face, baby," she murmured as she watched her piss drench her son's face. "I love to piss in your face, piss all over you!"
Bobby opened his mouth wide, feeling his mother's piss splash into it. Piss ran from his mouth when it filled, and he slowly moved his open lips toward-her cunt. When he pressed his mouth about her pussy, Sandra pissed down his throat. She saw her son's eyes close with ecstasy.
She smiled as she watched his face, wrapping her nyloned thighs around his head and squeezing him there. She ran her hand through his hair, still pissing into his mouth.
"Drink it, darling," she urged softly. "Drink Mother's piss. You're a darling, a real darling. I love you, Bobby. I love you so very much." Bobby licked his tongue about his mother's cunt, tasting piss and pussy juice when she finished. Slowly, tenderly, Sandra pushed his face out of her cunt.
"Piss on my pussy," she said softly. Bobby stood up, holding his cock while his mother parted her legs wide, pulling the lips of her hairy cunt open for him.
"Piss right in Mother's cunt," she murmured. 'Bobby sent a strong stream of piss onto her cunt. It struck Sandra's clit, and she moaned softly, lifting her hips higher. The hot piss splashed into her cunt, and ran down along the crack of her ass.
"You'll make me come again," she said, her voice whispery. "You can make Mother come just by pissing on that hot cunt!"
Bobby arched his cock, sending hot piss all the way to her tits. Sandra yelped, dipping her chin down, her mouth wide open. Bobby lifted his cock a bit more, and pissed into his mother's mouth. The stream weakened and splashed back down her body to her cunt again.
"Baby," Sandra said softly as he stopped, "would you like to . . . have someone else fuck me?"
"What do you mean, Mother?"
"Wouldn't you love to watch another boy fuck me, piss on me, see me suck his cock off?"
Bobby thought for a moment, then nodded his head. "Yeah, I think I would, Mother."
Sandra held her arms up to her son. Bobby lay on top of her, their flesh wet with piss. She hugged him tightly, grinning as she started devising ways to find those boys in the restroom again. If she couldn't find them, there were others, and maybe a little girl for Bobby . . .
